This Is Family

[Verse 1: Ransom]

Where the fuck's all these niggas saying Ran' isn't hot?

I damage the block, I scramble like Randall with rocks

I'm that nigga in the gambling spot

Cracking jokes and drinking liquor

You still gotta hand me your watch

I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots

Razor on the plate, tryna figure out how many grams I'ma chop

Family or not, some niggas making plans with the cops

Tryna figure out how to make this animal stop

Who these niggas tryna take down, breakdown? Trey pound

Eight rounds, he ain't feeling nothing from the waist down

Hit up, lit up, he never gon' get up

There's only one legend alive, the rest you gotta dig up

You acting like it's hard to roast ya

I'll creep in your crib and put your brains on your Barkley posters

Got no time to be boxing around

I got the ox and the pound, I'll leave you in a box in the ground

Got the keys to the game and we locking this down

Underwater with the sharks and we not gonna drown

Got the order from the narcs, they still watching the town

I'm copping a pound, they ain't no stopping us now, my nigga

[Verse 2: Freck Billionaire]

Ya clip trip, clip spit'll get your strip wet

I got the rubber grip Smith in my rich sweats

Player haters talkin' 'bout they gon' get Freck

I'm in the Lamb' sunk lower than a shipwreck

They call me bar-for-bar 'cause I spit the better lines

The white bitch got me rich like Federline

Fuck a G-pack, I'll show you how to re' crack (How?)

You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac (Oh)

The weed good price, plus it smoke so spec-y (How much it cost?)

Three thousand for pound of some Dro Pesci

Y'all niggas only talkers, I'll let my homies spark ya

We in them Spurs that's faster than Tony Parker (What else?)

This is Family, nigga, don't ever cross my brother (No)

Like Big Worm, niggas rather cross their mother

Mention names in my family tree

This nigga talking crazy like insanity plea

I, swear to God the next nigga I give it to

Is going to a place FedEx can't deliver to (Let's do it)

I'm West Philly Freck, yeah I get dirty

I'm the best hands down like 6:30

[Verse 3: Paul Cain]

Look, like Michael J. Fox, I got family ties

Posing us can't be wise, swept across, your family dies

Something small as a look, can bring about a man's demise

And whoever he stands beside hit him where he can't survive

Throw the drop or slip an object, if not then missing

Nine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition

Put him in formal dress, right hand across the left

No autopsy necessary to determine the cause of death

Six shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath

Skin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest

That's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers

I'll spray 'em but I'm no painter, to this here, I'm no stranger

It's obvious you no bangers, you dudes pose no danger

Your whole crew chumps, in the closet like coat hangers

Like purple broke up in the Dutch, leave you broke up on a crutch

That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch

We gon' body you and have to hook your wife to an IV too

Put both of your parents side by side in ICU (Everybody lose)

Closed casket so they can have a proper wake

Don't interfere with Family business, that's how we operate

[Verse 4: Joe Budden]

Yo, niggas is letting birds turn the tables on they squad

You need help with a jump, got some cables in the car

Cause they all become nondescript

When something bright is on your wrist

Like you repping the Bionic Six

Who wan' fire? When guns fire, your lungs tire

I'm an idol, niggas is Sanjaya, now who wan' try us?

That .4-5'll spit, I'll slump you in the driver seat

And make you really ghost ride the whip

It's real talk, shade niggas couldn't get a tan from me

Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money

Soon as it's un-tuck, BLAM! Talking 'bout you tough scrams

I'm coming through your window, something like Bruh Man

It's just who we are, if I see y'all, it's ER

Vacay in D.R., shirt and jeans G-Star

Tell me how they gon' manage

Letting off Virginia TECs now, dudes ain't even safe on campus

Gotta spaz on cowards, every twenty-four, every half-hour

Niggas be tryna be Jack Bauer

So let fam' keep talking, and you gon' need a weekend at Bernie's

If you tryna see a dead man walking

[Verse 5: Red Cafe]

Yeah, I guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off, nigga

Callouses on my pop finger pop off nigga

Pop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump

'Fore them bodies drop out, six Glocks in the trunk

Chef boy supplying, whip whop is drying

When they move that, more whip whop arriving

And my connect from Phoenix, the connect named Phoenix

Still keep the iron like my right hand anemic

For the Family, I'll be squeezing, no reason

Blood work, nobody leaving this bitch breathing

Niggas on the low kidnapped my flow

Coulda asked for it, I woulda gift wrapped my flow

Don't gotta ask for it, I'm gon' sit back the fo'

Flip it around, let the handle crack ya jaw

Eastside, Westside, I be in my Converse

This a convict rapping, It's a con's verse

Arm & Hammer mis-man, Los, Joey or Ris-am

All they gotta do is chirp and them things gon' blis-am

Shakedown fiz-am

Straight from the Brooklyn borough that never riz-an

Blocka blocka

[Verse 6: Fabolous]

Now if they get me on wire traces, I'ma die in Comstock

I got prior cases from riding with firearms cocked

Firebomb box set up by your mom's block

Go off on time 'cause it's wired by alarm clock

I get his legs, you grab him by his arms, ock

We gon' go this liar harm while his crying moms watch

Last seen in Brooklyn, they found 'em by a Bronx lot

Rifles from the roof, yeah we got him by a long shot

We don't fire warning shots, niggas fire on SWAT

And if they get me, Brooklyn gon' riot on spot

I'm from the hood, so I'm supplying bomb rock

'Round here, that's better than buying from Viacom stock

Look, you can't hold nothing but I got a shell to give

I'll make his relative show me where the fella live

Ain't that his baby sis'? Get up in this Mayby, miss

'Fore I pull this curtain, start squirting like baby piss

If he heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing

You send a message when you kill a nigga third cousin

Niece, nephew, they gon' need Tef' too

This'll a-go in and out they chest like a breath do

You Clay Aiken soft, you playing games 'til this red light's on ya

It's like the Playstation's off

Smith & Wesson work, Luger .9 labor

Professional shit like they did Leon's neighbors

[Outro: Fabolous]

This is Family nigga, do not cross the brothers

I'll put you in the box, one hand across the other

A small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother

One of your grandparents, even your baby brother

Cause everybody knows, everybody goes

I want 'em in coffins, everybody's closed

Related by the streets, this is Family beef

So you better not touch a branch on this Family tree, nigga