[00:00:01] Fabolous feat. V.A. - This Is Family [00:00:02] Where the f**k's all these niggas saying Ran' isn't hot [00:00:05] I damage the block [00:00:06] I scramble like Randall with rocks [00:00:08] I'm that ni**a in the gambling spot [00:00:10] Cracking jokes and drinking liquor [00:00:12] You still gotta hand me your watch [00:00:14] I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots [00:00:16] Razor on the plate, trying to figure out how many grams I'm a chop [00:00:20] Family or not, some niggas making plans with the cops [00:00:23] Trying to figure how to make this animal stop [00:00:26] Who these niggas trying to take down [00:00:28] Break down, tray pound, eight rounds [00:00:30] He ain't feeling nothing from the waist down [00:00:32] Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get up [00:00:35] There's only one legend alive [00:00:37] The rest you gotta dig up [00:00:38] You acting like it's hard roast ya [00:00:40] I'll creep in your crib, and put your brains on you Barkley posters [00:00:44] Got no time to be boxing around [00:00:46] I got the ox and the pound [00:00:48] I'll leave you in the box in the ground [00:00:50] Got the keys to the game, and we locking this down [00:00:53] Underwater with the sharks, and we not gonna drown [00:00:56] Got the order from the narcs, they still watching the town [00:00:59] I'm copping a pound [00:01:00] They ain't no stopping us now, my ni**a [00:01:02] Ya clip trip, clip spit [00:01:04] Get your strip wet [00:01:05] I got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats [00:01:08] Player haters talking 'bout they gonna get Freck [00:01:11] I'm in the Lamb' sunk lower than the shipwreck [00:01:14] They call me bar-for-bar 'cause I spit the better lines [00:01:17] The white b**ch got rich like Federline [00:01:20] F**k a g-pack, I'll show you how to read crack [00:01:23] You get it soft, then you rock it like T-Mac [00:01:26] The w**d good price, plus it smoke speci [00:01:29] Three thousand full pound of some Dro pesci [00:01:32] Y'all niggas only talkers [00:01:34] I'll let my homies spark ya [00:01:35] We in the spurs, that's faster than Tony Parker [00:01:38] This is family, don't ever cross my brother [00:01:42] Like Big Worm, niggas rather cross their mother [00:01:45] Mention names in my family tree [00:01:47] This ni**a talking crazy like insanity plea [00:01:50] I, swear to god, the next ni**a I give it to [00:01:53] Is going to a place FedEx can't deliver to [00:01:56] I'm West Philly Freck, yeah I get dirty [00:01:59] I'm the best, hands down, like six-thirty [00:02:02] Look [00:02:03] Like Michael J. Fox, I got +Family Ties+ [00:02:05] Posing us can't be wise [00:02:07] Swept across the family dies [00:02:08] Something small as a look, can bring about a man's demise [00:02:11] And whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive [00:02:14] Throw the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing [00:02:17] Nine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition [00:02:20] Put him in formal dress, right hand across the left [00:02:23] No autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death [00:02:26] Six shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath [00:02:29] Skin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest [00:02:32] That's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers [00:02:35] I'll spray 'em, but I'm no painter [00:02:37] To this here, I'm no stranger [00:02:38] It's obvious you no bangers [00:02:40] You dudes pose no danger [00:02:41] Your whole crew chumps, in the closet like coat hangers [00:02:44] Like purple broke up in the dutch [00:02:46] Leave you broke up on a crush [00:02:48] That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch [00:02:50] We gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too [00:02:53] Put both of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose) [00:02:56] Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake [00:02:59] Don't interfere with family business, that's how we operate [00:03:02] Niggas is letting birds turn the tables on they squad [00:03:05] Need help with a jump, got some cables in the car [00:03:08] Cause they all become nondescript [00:03:10] When something bright is on your wrist [00:03:12] Like you repping the bionic six [00:03:14] Who wanna fire, when guns fire, your lungs tire [00:03:17] I'm an idol, niggas is Sanjaya, now who wanna try us [00:03:21] That four-five will spit [00:03:22] I'll slump you in the driver seat [00:03:24] And make you really ghost ride the whip [00:03:26] It's real talk, shade niggas couldn't get a tan from me [00:03:29] Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money [00:03:32] Soon as his un-tuck BAM [00:03:34] Talking about you touch grams [00:03:35] I'm coming through your window something like +Brother Man+ [00:03:38] It's just who we are [00:03:40] If I see yar, it's E.R [00:03:41] Vacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star [00:03:44] Tell me how they gonna manage [00:03:46] Letting off Virgina Tech's now, dudes ain't even safe on campus [00:03:50] Gotta spaz on cowards [00:03:52] Every twenty-four, every half-hour [00:03:54] Niggas be trying to be Jack Bauer [00:03:56] So let fam' keep talking [00:03:58] You gonna need a +Weekend At Bernie's+ [00:04:00] If you trying to see a +Dead Man Walking+ [00:04:01] I guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off ni**a [00:04:05] Callouses on my pop finger, pop off ni**a [00:04:08] Pop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump [00:04:11] 'Fore them bodies drop out, six glocks in the trunk [00:04:14] Chef boy supplying, whip whop is drying [00:04:17] When they move that, more whip whop arriving [00:04:20] And my connect from Phoenix, the connect named Phoenix [00:04:23] Still Keep the iron like my right hand anemic [00:04:26] For for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason [00:04:29] Blood work, nobody leaving this b**ch breathing [00:04:32] Niggas on the low, kidnapped my flow [00:04:35] Coulda asked for it, I woulda gift wrapped my flow [00:04:38] Don't gotta ask for it, I'm gonna sit back the fo' [00:04:41] Flip it around, let the handle crack ya jaw [00:04:44] Eastside, Westside, I'll be in my Converse [00:04:47] This a convict rapping, It's a con's verse [00:04:50] Arm & Hammer mis-man, 'Los, Joey, or Ris-am [00:04:53] All they gotta do is chirp [00:04:55] And them things are gonna blis-am [00:04:56] Shake down, fiz-am [00:04:58] Straight from the Brooklyn borough that never riz-an [00:05:01] Block-ay block-ay [00:05:02] Now if they get me on wire traces [00:05:04] I'm gonna die in comstaat [00:05:06] I got prior cases from riding with firearms cocked [00:05:08] Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block [00:05:11] Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock [00:05:14] I get his legs, you grab him by arms ock [00:05:17] We gonna go this liar harm while his crying moms watch [00:05:20] Last seen in Brooklyn, they found in a Bronx lot [00:05:23] Rifles on the roof, yeah we got him by a long shot [00:05:26] We don't fire warning shots, niggas fire on swat [00:05:29] And if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot [00:05:32] I'm from the hood, so I'm supplying bomb rock [00:05:35] 'Round here that's better than buying Viacom stock [00:05:38] Look, you can't hold nothing, but I got a shell to give [00:05:41] I'll make his relative show me where the fella live [00:05:44] Ain't that his baby sis', get up in this Mayby' miss [00:05:47] Before I pull this curb and start swerving like Baby sis [00:05:50] If he heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing [00:05:53] You send a message when you kill a ni**a third cousin [00:05:56] Niece, nephew, they gonna need Tef' too [00:05:59] This'll a go in and out they chest like a breath do [00:06:02] You Clay Aiken-soft [00:06:04] You playing games until this red light's on ya [00:06:07] It's like the Playstation's off [00:06:08] Smith & Wesson work, Luger nine labor [00:06:11] Professional sh*t like they did Leon's neighbors. [00:06:14] This is family ni**a, do not cross the brothers [00:06:18] I'll put you in the box, one hand across the other [00:06:20] A small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother [00:06:23] One of your grandparents, even your baby brother [00:06:26] Cause everybody knows, everybody goes [00:06:29] I want them in coffins, everybody's closed