Paroles de la chanson This Is Family par Fabolous

[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

[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

[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
[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

[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
[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

[ 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