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Fox, I got family ties\nPosing us can't be wise, swept across the family dies\nSomething small as a look, can bring about a man's demise\nAnd whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive\n\nThrow the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing\nNine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition\nPut him in formal dress, right hand across the left\nNo autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death\n\nSix shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath\nSkin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest\nThat's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers\nSpray 'em, but I'm no painter to this here, I'm no stranger\n\nIt's obvious, you no bangers, you dudes pose no danger\nYour whole crew chumps, in the closet like coat hangers\nLike purple broke up in the dutch leave you broke up on a crush\nThat's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch\n\nWe gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too\nPut both of your parents side by side in I.C.U\nClosed casket so they can't have a proper wake\nDon't interfere with family business, that's how we operate\n\nYo, ***** is letting birds turn the tables on they squad\nNeed help with a jump, got some cables in the car\n'Cause they all become nondescript\nWhen something bright is on your wrist\n\nLike you repping the bionic six\nWho wanna fire? When guns fire, your lungs tire\nI'm an idol, ***** this Sanjaya, now who wanna try us\nThat four, five will spit, I'll slump you in the driver seat\nAnd make you really ghost ride the whip\n\nIt's real talk, shade ***** couldn't get a tan from me\n'Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money\nSoon as his un-tuck BAM, talking about you touch grams\nI'm coming through your window something like, Brother Man\n\nIt's just who we are, if I see yar, it's E.R\nVacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star, tell me how they gonna manage\nLetting off Virgina Tech's now, dudes ain't even safe on campus\nGotta spaz on cowards\n\nEvery twenty four, every half hour, ***** be trying to be Jack Bauer\nSo, let fam' keep talking\nAnd you won't need 'A Weekend At Bernie's'\nIf you trying to see a 'Dead Man Walking'\n\nI guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off *****\nCallouses on my pop finger, pop off *****\nPop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump\n'Fore them bodies drop out, six glocks in the trunk\n\nChef boy supplying, whip whop is drying\nWhen they move that, more whip whop arriving\nAnd my connect from Phoenix, the connect named Phoenix\nStill keep the iron like my right hand anemic\n\nFor for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason\nBlood work, nobody leaving this ***** breathing\n***** on the low, kidnapped my flow\nCoulda asked for it, I woulda gift wrapped my flow\n\nDon't gotta ask for it, I'm gonna sit back the fo'\nFlip it around, let the handle crack ya jaw\nEast side, west side, I'll be in my Converse\nThis a convict rapping, it's a con's verse\n\nArm and Hammer mis-man, 'Los, Joey, or Ris-am\nAll they gotta do is chirpand them things are gonna blis-am\nShake down, fiz-am straight from the Brooklyn borough\nThat never riz-an, block-ay block-ay\n\nNow if they get me on wire traces\nI'm gonna die in comstaat\nI got prior cases from riding with firearms cocked\nFire bomb box, set up by your mom's block\n\nGo off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock\nI get his legs, you grab him by arms ock\nWe gonna go this liar harm while his crying moms watch\nLast seen in Brooklyn, they found in a Bronx lot\n\nRifles on the roof, yeah, we got him by a long shot\nWe don't fire warning shots, ***** fire on swat\nAnd if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot\nI'm from the hood, so I'm supplying bomb rock\n\n'Round here that's better than buying some Viacom stock\nLook, you can't hold nothing, but I got a shell to give\nI'll make his relative show me where the fella live\nAin't that his baby sis', get up in this Mayby' miss\n\nBefore I pull this curb and start swerving like baby sis\nIf he heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing\nYou send a message when you kill a ***** third cousin\nNiece, nephew, they gonna need Tef' too\n\nThis'll a go in and out they chest like a breath do\nYou Clay Aiken-soft, you playing games until this red light's on ya\nIt's like the Playstation's off, Smith and Wesson work, Luger nine labor\nProfessional like they did me on majors\n\nThis is family, do not cross the brothers\nI'll put you in the box, one hand across the other\nA small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother\nOne of your grandparents, even your baby brother\n\n'Cause everybody knows, everybody goes\nI want them in coffins, everybody's closed\nRelated by the streets, this is family beef\nSo better not touch a branch on this family tree\n*****","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.88] Where the ***** all these ***** damn, Ran' isn't hot\n[00:05.45] I damage the block\n[00:07.24] I scramble like Randall with rocks\n[00:08.20] I'm that ***** in the gambling spot\n[00:09.94] Cracking jokes and drinking liquor\n[00:12.61] You still gotta hand me your watch\n[00:14.49] I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots\n[00:16.26] Razor on the plate, trying to figure out how many grams I'm a chop\n[00:19.82] Family or not, some ***** making plans with the cops\n[00:23.42] Trying to figure how to make this animal stop\n[00:26.14] Who these ***** trying to take down?\n[00:27.98] Break down, tray pound, eight rounds\n[00:30.64] He ain't feeling nothing from the waist down\n[00:32.48] Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get up\n[00:35.14] There's only one legend alive\n[00:36.94] The rest you gotta dig up\n[00:38.79] You acting like it's hard roast ya\n[00:40.59] I'll creep in your crib, and put your brains on you Barkley posters\n[00:44.15] Got no time to be boxing around\n[00:46.94] I got the ox and the pound\n[00:47.81] I'll leave you in the box in the ground\n[00:50.53] Got the keys to the game, and we locking this down\n[00:53.26] Underwater with the sharks, and we not gonna drown\n[00:55.95] Got the order from the narcs, they still watching the town\n[00:58.65] I'm copping a pound, they ain't no stopping us now, my *****\n[01:02.20] Hey, look, you could trip, clip spit, get your strip wet\n[01:04.96] I got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats\n[01:08.50] Player haters talking 'bout they gonna get Freck\n[01:12.19] I'm in the Lamb' sunk lower than the shipwreck\n[01:14.86] They call me bar-for-bar 'cause I spit the better lines\n[01:17.58] The white ***** got me rich like Federline\n[01:21.17] *****a G-pack, I'll show you how to read *****\n[01:23.82] You get it soft, then you rock it like T-Mac\n[01:26.52] The ***** good price, plus it smoke so speci\n[01:30.17] Three thousand full pound of some Dro pesci\n[01:32.86] Y'all *****only talkers\n[01:34.64] I'll let my homies spark ya\n[01:36.46] We in the spurs, that's faster than Tony Parker\n[01:38.21] This is family, don't ever cross my brother\n[01:41.96] Like Big Worm, ***** rather cross their mother\n[01:44.68] Mention names in my family tree\n[01:47.36] This ***** talking crazy like insanity plea\n[01:50.05] I, swear to god, the next I ***** give it to\n[01:53.63] Is going to a place FedEx can't deliver to\n[01:56.34] I'm West Philly Freck, yeah, I get dirty\n[01:59.90] I'm the best, hands down, like six thirty\n[02:02.68] Look like Michael J. Fox, I got family ties\n[02:07.14] Posing us can't be wise, swept across the family dies\n[02:08.09] Something small as a look, can bring about a man's demise\n[02:11.63] And whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive\n[02:14.48] Throw the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing\n[02:18.01] Nine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition\n[02:20.76] Put him in formal dress, right hand across the left\n[02:23.46] No autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death\n[02:27.06] Six shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath\n[02:29.72] Skin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest\n[02:32.45] That's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers\n[02:36.03] Spray 'em, but I'm no painter to this here, I'm no stranger\n[02:38.82] It's obvious, you no bangers, you dudes pose no danger\n[02:41.54] Your whole crew chumps, in the closet like coat hangers\n[02:44.20] Like purple broke up in the dutch leave you broke up on a crush\n[02:47.80] That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch\n[02:50.51] We gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too\n[02:53.22] Put both of your parents side by side in I.C.U\n[02:56.03] Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake\n[02:59.69] Don't interfere with family business, that's how we operate\n[03:02.38] Yo, ***** is letting birds turn the tables on they squad\n[03:05.07] Need help with a jump, got some cables in the car\n[03:08.65] 'Cause they all become nondescript\n[03:10.40] When something bright is on your wrist\n[03:12.23] Like you repping the bionic six\n[03:14.04] Who wanna fire? When guns fire, your lungs tire\n[03:16.76] I'm an idol, ***** this Sanjaya, now who wanna try us\n[03:20.49] That four, five will spit, I'll slump you in the driver seat\n[03:24.08] And make you really ghost ride the whip\n[03:25.80] It's real talk, shade ***** couldn't get a tan from me\n[03:29.49] 'Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money\n[03:32.26] Soon as his un-tuck BAM, talking about you touch grams\n[03:35.74] I'm coming through your window something like, Brother Man\n[03:38.59] It's just who we are, if I see yar, it's E.R\n[03:41.29] Vacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star, tell me how they gonna manage\n[03:46.63] Letting off Virgina Tech's now, dudes ain't even safe on campus\n[03:50.20] Gotta spaz on cowards\n[03:52.06] Every twenty four, every half hour, ***** be trying to be Jack Bauer\n[03:55.69] So, let fam' keep talking\n[03:57.47] And you won't need 'A Weekend At Bernie's'\n[04:00.19] If you trying to see a 'Dead Man Walking'\n[04:02.84] I guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off *****\n[04:05.50] Callouses on my pop finger, pop off *****\n[04:08.21] Pop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump\n[04:10.99] 'Fore them bodies drop out, six glocks in the trunk\n[04:13.61] Chef boy supplying, whip whop is drying\n[04:16.32] When they move that, more whip whop arriving\n[04:19.90] And my connect from Phoenix, the connect named Phoenix\n[04:23.54] Still keep the iron like my right hand anemic\n[04:26.35] For for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason\n[04:29.81] Blood work, nobody leaving this ***** breathing\n[04:32.62] ***** on the low, kidnapped my flow\n[04:37.12] Coulda asked for it, I woulda gift wrapped my flow\n[04:38.05] Don't gotta ask for it, I'm gonna sit back the fo'\n[04:40.72] Flip it around, let the handle crack ya jaw\n[04:44.37] East side, west side, I'll be in my Converse\n[04:47.00] This a convict rapping, it's a con's verse\n[04:50.70] Arm and Hammer mis-man, 'Los, Joey, or Ris-am\n[04:53.35] All they gotta do is chirpand them things are gonna blis-am\n[04:56.08] Shake down, fiz-am straight from the Brooklyn borough\n[04:59.79] That never riz-an, block-ay block-ay\n[05:02.46] Now if they get me on wire traces\n[05:04.24] I'm gonna die in comstaat\n[05:06.04] I got prior cases from riding with firearms cocked\n[05:08.74] Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block\n[05:11.44] Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock\n[05:15.08] I get his legs, you grab him by arms ock\n[05:17.74] We gonna go this liar harm while his crying moms watch\n[05:20.41] Last seen in Brooklyn, they found in a Bronx lot\n[05:24.08] Rifles on the roof, yeah, we got him by a long shot\n[05:26.82] We don't fire warning shots, ***** fire on swat\n[05:29.42] And if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot\n[05:33.14] I'm from the hood, so I'm supplying bomb rock\n[05:36.76] 'Round here that's better than buying some Viacom stock\n[05:38.57] Look, you can't hold nothing, but I got a shell to give\n[05:42.19] I'll make his relative show me where the fella live\n[05:46.68] Ain't that his baby sis', get up in this Mayby' miss\n[05:47.52] Before I pull this curb and start swerving like baby sis\n[05:51.12] If he heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing\n[05:53.88] You send a message when you kill a ***** third cousin\n[05:56.58] Niece, nephew, they gonna need Tef' too\n[05:59.20] This'll a go in and out they chest like a breath do\n[06:02.90] You Clay Aiken-soft, you playing games until this red light's on ya\n[06:06.56] It's like the Playstation's off, Smith and Wesson work, Luger nine labor\n[06:10.13] Professional like they did me on majors\n[06:14.66] This is family, do not cross the brothers\n[06:18.22] I'll put you in the box, one hand across the other\n[06:20.95] A small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother\n[06:23.65] One of your grandparents, even your baby brother\n[06:27.28] 'Cause everybody knows, everybody goes\n[06:29.97] I want them in coffins, everybody's closed\n[06:32.76] Related by the streets, this is family beef\n[06:35.47] So better not touch a branch on this family tree\n[06:39.06] *****\n[06:40.82] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: This Is Family\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: DJ Hitz-Cassidy Vs. 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gonna get Freck\nI'm in the Lamb' sunk lower than the shipwreck\n\nThey call me bar-for-bar 'cause I spit the better lines\nThe white ***** got me rich like Federline\n*****a G-pack, I'll show you how to read *****\nYou get it soft, then you rock it like T-Mac\n\nThe ***** good price, plus it smoke so speci\nThree thousand full pound of some Dro pesci\nY'all *****only talkers\nI'll let my homies spark ya\n\nWe in the spurs, that's faster than Tony Parker\nThis is family, don't ever cross my brother\nLike Big Worm, ***** rather cross their mother\nMention names in my family tree\nThis ***** talking crazy like insanity plea\n\nI, swear to god, the next I ***** give it to\nIs going to a place FedEx can't deliver to\nI'm West Philly Freck, yeah, I get dirty\nI'm the best, hands down, like six thirty\n\nLook like Michael J. Fox, I got family ties\nPosing us can't be wise, swept across the family dies\nSomething small as a look, can bring about a man's demise\nAnd whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive\n\nThrow the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing\nNine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition\nPut him in formal dress, right hand across the left\nNo autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death\n\nSix shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath\nSkin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest\nThat's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers\nSpray 'em, but I'm no painter to this here, I'm no stranger\n\nIt's obvious, you no bangers, you dudes pose no danger\nYour whole crew chumps, in the closet like coat hangers\nLike purple broke up in the dutch leave you broke up on a crush\nThat's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch\n\nWe gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too\nPut both of your parents side by side in I.C.U\nClosed casket so they can't have a proper wake\nDon't interfere with family business, that's how we operate\n\nYo, ***** is letting birds turn the tables on they squad\nNeed help with a jump, got some cables in the car\n'Cause they all become nondescript\nWhen something bright is on your wrist\n\nLike you repping the bionic six\nWho wanna fire? When guns fire, your lungs tire\nI'm an idol, ***** this Sanjaya, now who wanna try us\nThat four, five will spit, I'll slump you in the driver seat\nAnd make you really ghost ride the whip\n\nIt's real talk, shade ***** couldn't get a tan from me\n'Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money\nSoon as his un-tuck BAM, talking about you touch grams\nI'm coming through your window something like, Brother Man\n\nIt's just who we are, if I see yar, it's E.R\nVacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star, tell me how they gonna manage\nLetting off Virgina Tech's now, dudes ain't even safe on campus\nGotta spaz on cowards\n\nEvery twenty four, every half hour, ***** be trying to be Jack Bauer\nSo, let fam' keep talking\nAnd you won't need 'A Weekend At Bernie's'\nIf you trying to see a 'Dead Man Walking'\n\nI guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off *****\nCallouses on my pop finger, pop off *****\nPop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump\n'Fore them bodies drop out, six glocks in the trunk\n\nChef boy supplying, whip whop is drying\nWhen they move that, more whip whop arriving\nAnd my connect from Phoenix, the connect named Phoenix\nStill keep the iron like my right hand anemic\n\nFor for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason\nBlood work, nobody leaving this ***** breathing\n***** on the low, kidnapped my flow\nCoulda asked for it, I woulda gift wrapped my flow\n\nDon't gotta ask for it, I'm gonna sit back the fo'\nFlip it around, let the handle crack ya jaw\nEast side, west side, I'll be in my Converse\nThis a convict rapping, it's a con's verse\n\nArm and Hammer mis-man, 'Los, Joey, or Ris-am\nAll they gotta do is chirpand them things are gonna blis-am\nShake down, fiz-am straight from the Brooklyn borough\nThat never riz-an, block-ay block-ay\n\nNow if they get me on wire traces\nI'm gonna die in comstaat\nI got prior cases from riding with firearms cocked\nFire bomb box, set up by your mom's block\n\nGo off on time, 'cause it's wired 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When guns fire, your lungs tire\n  I'm an idol, ***** this Sanjaya, now who wanna try us\n  That four, five will spit, I'll slump you in the driver seat\n  And make you really ghost ride the whip\n\n  It's real talk, shade ***** couldn't get a tan from me\n  'Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money\n  Soon as his un-tuck BAM, talking about you touch grams\n  I'm coming through your window something like, Brother Man\n\n  It's just who we are, if I see yar, it's E.R\n  Vacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star, tell me how they gonna manage\n  Letting off Virgina Tech's now, dudes ain't even safe on campus\n  Gotta spaz on cowards\n\n  Every twenty four, every half hour, ***** be trying to be Jack Bauer\n  So, let fam' keep talking\n  And you won't need 'A Weekend At Bernie's'\n  If you trying to see a 'Dead Man Walking'\n\n  I guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off *****\n  Callouses on my pop finger, pop off *****\n  Pop through, throw the drop, kick the lock 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Fox, I got family ties\nPosing us can't be wise, swept across the family dies\nSomething small as a look, can bring about a man's demise\nAnd whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive\n\nThrow the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing\nNine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition\nPut him in formal dress, right hand across the left\nNo autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death\n\nSix shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath\nSkin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest\nThat's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers\nSpray 'em, but I'm no painter to this here, I'm no stranger\n\nIt's obvious, you no bangers, you dudes pose no danger\nYour whole crew chumps, in the closet like coat hangers\nLike purple broke up in the dutch leave you broke up on a crush\nThat's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch\n\nWe gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too\nPut both of your parents side by side in I.C.U\nClosed casket so they can't have a proper wake\nDon't interfere with family business, that's how we operate\n\nYo, ***** is letting birds turn the tables on they squad\nNeed help with a jump, got some cables in the car\n'Cause they all become nondescript\nWhen something bright is on your wrist\n\nLike you repping the bionic six\nWho wanna fire? When guns fire, your lungs tire\nI'm an idol, ***** this Sanjaya, now who wanna try us\nThat four, five will spit, I'll slump you in the driver seat\nAnd make you really ghost ride the whip\n\nIt's real talk, shade ***** couldn't get a tan from me\n'Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money\nSoon as his un-tuck BAM, talking about you touch grams\nI'm coming through your window something like, Brother Man\n\nIt's just who we are, if I see yar, it's E.R\nVacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star, tell me how they gonna manage\nLetting off Virgina Tech's now, dudes ain't even safe on campus\nGotta spaz on cowards\n\nEvery twenty four, every half hour, ***** be trying to be Jack Bauer\nSo, let fam' keep talking\nAnd you won't need 'A Weekend At Bernie's'\nIf you trying to see a 'Dead Man Walking'\n\nI guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off *****\nCallouses on my pop finger, pop off *****\nPop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump\n'Fore them bodies drop 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Get up in this labiness\n[05:48.04] 'Fore I pull his curtains, start squirting like Baby Kiss\n[05:51.38] If he ain't heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing\n[05:54.35] You send a message when you kill a nigga third cousin\n[05:57.49] Niece, nephew, they gon' need Tef too\n[06:00.22] This'll go in and out they chest like a breath do\n[06:03.38] You Clay Aiken soft, you playing games 'til there's red lights on ya\n[06:07.53] It's like the PlayStation's off\n[06:09.58] Smith & Wesson work, Luger 9 labor\n[06:12.05] Professional shit like they did Leon's neighbors\n[06:15.43] This is family, nigga, do not cross the brothers\n[06:18.47] I'll put you in a box, one hand across the other\n[06:21.37] A small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother\n[06:24.45] One of your grandparents, even your baby brother\n[06:27.26] 'Cause everybody knows, everybody goes\n[06:30.36] I want 'em in coffins, everybody's closed\n[06:33.05] Related by the streets, this is family, B\n[06:35.86] So you 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Get up in this labiness\n  'Fore I pull his curtains, start squirting like Baby Kiss\n  If he ain't heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing\n  You send a message when you kill a nigga third cousin\n  Niece, nephew, they gon' need Tef too\n  This'll go in and out they chest like a breath do\n  You Clay Aiken soft, you playing games 'til there's red lights on ya\n  It's like the PlayStation's off\n  Smith & Wesson work, Luger 9 labor\n  Professional shit like they did Leon's neighbors\n  This is family, nigga, do not cross the brothers\n  I'll put you in a box, one hand across the other\n  A small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother\n  One of your grandparents, even your baby brother\n  'Cause everybody knows, everybody goes\n  I want 'em in coffins, everybody's closed\n  Related by the streets, this is family, B\n  So you better not touch a branch on this family tree, nigga\n"},{"id":38530661,"name":"This Is Family (Album Version (Explicit))","trackName":"This Is Family (Album Version (Explicit))","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"From Nothin' To Somethin'","duration":414.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Where the fuck's all these niggas saying Ran isn't hot?\nI damage the block, I scramble like Randall with rocks\nI'm that nigga in the gambling spot\nCracking jokes and drinking liquor, you still gotta hand me a guap\nI'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots, razor on the plate\nTryna figure out how many grams I'ma chop\nFamily or not, some niggas making plans with the cops\nTryna figure out how to make this animal stop\nWho these niggas tryna take down, break down, trey-pound\nEight rounds, he ain't feeling nothing from the waist down\nHit up, lit up, he never gon' get up\nThere's only one legend alive, the rest you gotta dig up\nYou acting like it's hard to roast ya\nI'll creep in your crib and put your brains on your Barkley posters\nGot no time to be boxing around, I got the ox and the pound\nI'll leave you in a box in the ground\nGot the keys to the game and we locking this down\nUnderwater with the sharks and we not gonna drown\nGot the order from the narcs, they still watching the town\nI'm copping the pound, there ain't no stopping us now, my nigga\n\nYour clique trip, clip spit, get your strip wet\nI got the rubber grip Smith in my rich sweats\nPlayer haters talking 'bout they gon' get Freck\nI'm in the Lam' sunk lower than a shipwreck\nThey call me bar for bar 'cause I spit the better lines\nThe white bitch got me rich like Federline\nFuck a G-pack, I show you how to re-crack\nYou get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac\nThe weed good price, plus it smoke so special\nThree thousand for a pound of some Dro Pesci\nY'all niggas only talkers, I'll let my homies spark ya\nWe in them Spurs that's faster than Tony Parker\nThis is family, nigga, do never cross my brother\nLike Big Worm, niggas rather cross they mother\nMention names in my family tree\nThis nigga talking crazy like insanity plea\nI swear to God the next nigga I give it to\nIs going to a place FedEx can't deliver to\nI'm West Philly Freck, yeah, I get dirty\nI'm the best, hands down like six-thirty\n\nLook, like Michael J. 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Get up in this labiness\n'Fore I pull his curtains, start squirting like Baby Kiss\nIf he ain't heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing\nYou send a message when you kill a nigga third cousin\nNiece, nephew, they gon' need Tef too\nThis'll go in and out they chest like a breath do\nYou Clay Aiken soft, you playing games 'til there's red lights on ya\nIt's like the PlayStation's off\nSmith & Wesson work, Luger 9 labor\nProfessional shit like they did Leon's neighbors\nThis is family, nigga, do not cross the brothers\nI'll put you in a box, one hand across the other\nA small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother\nOne of your grandparents, even your baby brother\n'Cause everybody knows, everybody goes\nI want 'em in coffins, everybody's closed\nRelated by the streets, this is family, B\nSo you better not touch a branch on this family tree, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.86]Where the fuck's all these niggas saying Ran isn't hot?\n[00:05.70]I damage the block, I scramble like Randall with rocks\n[00:08.89]I'm that nigga in the gambling spot\n[00:11.06]Cracking jokes and drinking liquor, you still gotta hand me a guap\n[00:14.78]I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots, razor on the plate\n[00:18.27]Tryna figure out how many grams I'ma chop\n[00:20.82]Family or not, some niggas making plans with the cops\n[00:23.82]Tryna figure out how to make this animal stop\n[00:26.87]Who these niggas tryna take down, break down, trey-pound\n[00:30.26]Eight rounds, he ain't feeling nothing from the waist down\n[00:33.34]Hit up, lit up, he never gon' get up\n[00:36.06]There's only one legend alive, the rest you gotta dig up\n[00:39.01]You acting like it's hard to roast ya\n[00:41.16]I'll creep in your crib and put your brains on your Barkley posters\n[00:44.98]Got no time to be boxing around, I got the ox and the pound\n[00:48.66]I'll leave you in a box in the ground\n[00:50.85]Got the keys to the game and we locking this down\n[00:53.83]Underwater with the sharks and we not gonna drown\n[00:56.84]Got the order from the narcs, they still watching the town\n[00:59.60]I'm copping the pound, there ain't no stopping us now, my nigga\n[01:03.48]Your clique trip, clip spit, get your strip wet\n[01:06.44]I got the rubber grip Smith in my rich sweats\n[01:09.59]Player haters talking 'bout they gon' get Freck\n[01:12.43]I'm in the Lam' sunk lower than a shipwreck\n[01:15.38]They call me bar for bar 'cause I spit the better lines\n[01:18.41]The white bitch got me rich like Federline\n[01:21.56]Fuck a G-pack, I show you how to re-crack\n[01:24.45]You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac\n[01:27.36]The weed good price, plus it smoke so special\n[01:30.52]Three thousand for a pound of some Dro Pesci\n[01:33.35]Y'all niggas only talkers, I'll let my homies spark ya\n[01:36.43]We in them Spurs that's faster than Tony Parker\n[01:39.42]This is family, nigga, do never cross my brother\n[01:42.54]Like Big Worm, niggas rather cross they mother\n[01:45.50]Mention names in my family tree\n[01:47.90]This nigga talking crazy like insanity plea\n[01:50.71]I swear to God the next nigga I give it to\n[01:53.92]Is going to a place FedEx can't deliver to\n[01:57.33]I'm West Philly Freck, yeah, I get dirty\n[02:00.49]I'm the best, hands down like six-thirty\n[02:03.78]Look, like Michael J. Fox, I got family ties\n[02:06.17]Opposing us can't be wise, whoever cross the family dies\n[02:09.25]Something small as a look can bring about a man's demise\n[02:12.10]And whoever he stands beside, hit 'em where he can't survive\n[02:15.53]Throw the drop, I'm slipping, objective not to miss him\n[02:18.24]Nine-shot pop a clip and pine box the opposition\n[02:21.46]Put him in formal dress, right hand across the left\n[02:24.09]No autopsy necessary, determine the cause of death\n[02:27.28]Six shots across the chest, should explain his loss of breath\n[02:30.30]Skin peeled off the flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest\n[02:33.70]That's a no-brainer, I'm coming with both flamers\n[02:36.26]Spraying but I'm no painter, to this, hey, I'm no stranger\n[02:39.15]It's obvious you're no bangers, you dudes pose no danger\n[02:42.59]Your whole crew chumps in the closet like coat hangers\n[02:45.49]Like purple broke up in the Dutch, leave you broke up on a crutch\n[02:48.43]That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch\n[02:50.80]We gon' body you and have to hook your wife up to an IV tube\n[02:54.16]Put both of your parents side by side in the ICU\n[02:57.59]Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake\n[03:00.07]Don't interfere with family business, that's how we operate\n[03:03.09]Niggas is letting birds turn the tables on they squad\n[03:06.04]You need help with a jump, got some cables in the car\n[03:08.80]'Cause they all become nondescript\n[03:11.01]When something bright is on your wrist\n[03:12.69]Like you repping the Bionic Six, you on fire\n[03:15.91]When guns fire, your lungs tire\n[03:17.82]I'm an idol, niggas is sons, y'all, now who wanna try it?\n[03:21.40]That four-five'll spit, I slump you in the driver's seat\n[03:24.43]And make you really go try at the whip\n[03:26.65]It's real talk, shade niggas couldn't get a tan from me\n[03:29.90]'Cause I'll get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money\n[03:33.02]Soon as it's untucked, blam, talking 'bout you touch grams\n[03:36.02]I'm coming through your window, something like Bruh-Man\n[03:39.35]It's just who we are, if I see y'all, it's ER\n[03:42.22]Vacay in PR, shirt and jeans G-Star\n[03:45.26]Tell me how they gon' manage\n[03:47.10]Letting off Virginia TECs now, dudes ain't even safe on campus\n[03:50.89]Got a spaz on cowards\n[03:52.85]Every twenty-four, every half hour, niggas be trying to be Jack Bauer\n[03:56.88]So let fam keep talking\n[03:58.69]And you gon' need a weekend at Bernie's\n[04:00.65]If you trying to get back down walking\n[04:02.04]I guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off, nigga\n[04:05.94]Calluses on my pop finger, pop off, nigga\n[04:08.94]Pop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off, dump\n[04:11.94]For them bodies, got 'bout six slots in the trunk\n[04:14.98]Chef Boy supplying, wic wop is drying\n[04:17.94]When they move that more wic wop arriving\n[04:20.91]And my connect from Phoenix, his connect named Felix\n[04:24.27]Still keep the iron like my right hand anemic\n[04:27.22]For the family, I be squeezing, no reason\n[04:30.22]Blood work, nobody leaving this bitch breathing\n[04:33.34]Niggas on the low kidnap my flow\n[04:35.97]Coulda asked for it, I woulda gift-wrapped my flow\n[04:38.77]Don't gotta ask for it, I'm gon' sit back the four\n[04:41.89]Flip it around, let the handle crack your jaw\n[04:44.98]East side, west side, I be in my Converse\n[04:47.93]This a convict rapping, it's a con's verse\n[04:51.22]Arm & Hammer mizzan, Los, Joey, or Rizzan\n[04:54.38]All they gotta do is chirp and them things gon' blizzam\n[04:57.38]Shakedown fizzam\n[04:58.60]Straight from the Brooklyn borough that never rizzam, blaka, blaka\n[05:02.60]Now if they get me on wire traces, I'ma die in Comstock\n[05:06.26]I got prior cases for riding with firearms cocked\n[05:09.53]Firebomb box set up by your mom's block\n[05:12.26]Go off on time 'cause it's wired by alarm clock\n[05:15.42]I get his legs, you grab him by his arm, ahk\n[05:18.15]We gon' do this lion harm while his crying moms watch\n[05:21.25]Last seen in Brooklyn, they found him by a Bronx lot\n[05:24.18]Rifle from the roof, yeah, we got him by a long shot\n[05:27.27]We don't fire warn shots, niggas fire on SWAT\n[05:30.46]And if they get me, Brooklyn gon' riot on spot\n[05:33.37]I'm from the hood, so I'm supplying bombrock\n[05:36.16]'Round here, that's better than buying from Viacom stock\n[05:39.12]Look, you can't hold nothing but I got a shell to give\n[05:42.31]I make his relatives show me where the fella live\n[05:45.35]Ain't that his baby sis? 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Get up in this labiness\n  'Fore I pull his curtains, start squirting like Baby Kiss\n  If he ain't heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing\n  You send a message when you kill a nigga third cousin\n  Niece, nephew, they gon' need Tef too\n  This'll go in and out they chest like a breath do\n  You Clay Aiken soft, you playing games 'til there's red lights on ya\n  It's like the PlayStation's off\n  Smith & Wesson work, Luger 9 labor\n  Professional shit like they did Leon's neighbors\n  This is family, nigga, do not cross the brothers\n  I'll put you in a box, one hand across the other\n  A small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother\n  One of your grandparents, even your baby brother\n  'Cause everybody knows, everybody goes\n  I want 'em in coffins, everybody's closed\n  Related by the streets, this is family, B\n  So you better not touch a branch on this family tree, nigga\n"},{"id":37447240,"name":"This Is Family [Album Version (Explicit)]/Album Version (Explicit)","trackName":"This Is Family [Album Version (Explicit)]/Album Version (Explicit)","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"From Nothin' To Somethin' [with digital bonus track (explicit)]/with digital bonus track (explicit)","duration":414.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Where the fuck's all these niggas saying Ran isn't hot?\nI damage the block, I scramble like Randall with rocks\nI'm that nigga in the gambling spot\nCracking jokes and drinking liquor, you still gotta hand me a guap\nI'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots, razor on the plate\nTryna figure out how many grams I'ma chop\nFamily or not, some niggas making plans with the cops\nTryna figure out how to make this animal stop\nWho these niggas tryna take down, break down, trey-pound\nEight rounds, he ain't feeling nothing from the waist down\nHit up, lit up, he never gon' get up\nThere's only one legend alive, the rest you gotta dig up\nYou acting like it's hard to roast ya\nI'll creep in your crib and put your brains on your Barkley posters\nGot no time to be boxing around, I got the ox and the pound\nI'll leave you in a box in the ground\nGot the keys to the game and we locking this down\nUnderwater with the sharks and we not gonna drown\nGot the order from the narcs, they still watching the town\nI'm copping the pound, there ain't no stopping us now, my nigga\n\nYour clique trip, clip spit, get your strip wet\nI got the rubber grip Smith in my rich sweats\nPlayer haters talking 'bout they gon' get Freck\nI'm in the Lam' sunk lower than a shipwreck\nThey call me bar for bar 'cause I spit the better lines\nThe white bitch got me rich like Federline\nFuck a G-pack, I show you how to re-crack\nYou get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac\nThe weed good price, plus it smoke so special\nThree thousand for a pound of some Dro Pesci\nY'all niggas only talkers, I'll let my homies spark ya\nWe in them Spurs that's faster than Tony Parker\nThis is family, nigga, do never cross my brother\nLike Big Worm, niggas rather cross they mother\nMention names in my family tree\nThis nigga talking crazy like insanity plea\nI swear to God the next nigga I give it to\nIs going to a place FedEx can't deliver to\nI'm West Philly Freck, yeah, I get dirty\nI'm the best, hands down like six-thirty\n\nLook, like Michael J. 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Get up in this labiness\n  start_ms: 345350\n  end_ms: 348040\n- text: '''Fore I pull his curtains, start squirting like Baby Kiss'\n  start_ms: 348040\n  end_ms: 351380\n- text: If he ain't heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing\n  start_ms: 351380\n  end_ms: 354350\n- text: You send a message when you kill a nigga third cousin\n  start_ms: 354350\n  end_ms: 357490\n- text: Niece, nephew, they gon' need Tef too\n  start_ms: 357490\n  end_ms: 360220\n- text: This'll go in and out they chest like a breath do\n  start_ms: 360220\n  end_ms: 363380\n- text: You Clay Aiken soft, you playing games 'til there's red lights on ya\n  start_ms: 363380\n  end_ms: 367530\n- text: It's like the PlayStation's off\n  start_ms: 367530\n  end_ms: 369580\n- text: Smith & Wesson work, Luger 9 labor\n  start_ms: 369580\n  end_ms: 372050\n- text: Professional shit like they did Leon's neighbors\n  start_ms: 372050\n  end_ms: 375430\n- text: This is family, nigga, do not cross the brothers\n  start_ms: 375430\n  end_ms: 378470\n- text: I'll put you in a box, one hand across the other\n  start_ms: 378470\n  end_ms: 381370\n- text: A small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother\n  start_ms: 381370\n  end_ms: 384450\n- text: One of your grandparents, even your baby brother\n  start_ms: 384450\n  end_ms: 387260\n- text: '''Cause everybody knows, everybody goes'\n  start_ms: 387260\n  end_ms: 390360\n- text: I want 'em in coffins, everybody's closed\n  start_ms: 390360\n  end_ms: 393050\n- text: Related by the streets, this is family, B\n  start_ms: 393050\n  end_ms: 395860\n- text: So you better not touch a branch on this family tree, nigga\n  start_ms: 395860\n  end_ms: 414000\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 414000\nplain: |-\n  Where the fuck's all these niggas saying Ran isn't hot?\n  I damage the block, I scramble like Randall with rocks\n  I'm that nigga in the gambling spot\n  Cracking jokes and drinking liquor, you still gotta hand me a guap\n  I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots, razor on the plate\n  Tryna figure out how many grams I'ma chop\n  Family or not, some niggas making plans with the cops\n  Tryna figure out how to make this animal stop\n  Who these niggas tryna take down, break down, trey-pound\n  Eight rounds, he ain't feeling nothing from the waist down\n  Hit up, lit up, he never gon' get up\n  There's only one legend alive, the rest you gotta dig up\n  You acting like it's hard to roast ya\n  I'll creep in your crib and put your brains on your Barkley posters\n  Got no time to be boxing around, I got the ox and the pound\n  I'll leave you in a box in the ground\n  Got the keys to the game and we locking this down\n  Underwater with the sharks and we not gonna drown\n  Got the order from the narcs, they still watching the town\n  I'm copping the pound, there ain't no stopping us now, my nigga\n\n  Your clique trip, clip spit, get your strip wet\n  I got the rubber grip Smith in my rich sweats\n  Player haters talking 'bout they gon' get Freck\n  I'm in the Lam' sunk lower than a shipwreck\n  They call me bar for bar 'cause I spit the better lines\n  The white bitch got me rich like Federline\n  Fuck a G-pack, I show you how to re-crack\n  You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac\n  The weed good price, plus it smoke so special\n  Three thousand for a pound of some Dro Pesci\n  Y'all niggas only talkers, I'll let my homies spark ya\n  We in them Spurs that's faster than Tony Parker\n  This is family, nigga, do never cross my brother\n  Like Big Worm, niggas rather cross they mother\n  Mention names in my family tree\n  This nigga talking crazy like insanity plea\n  I swear to God the next nigga I give it to\n  Is going to a place FedEx can't deliver to\n  I'm West Philly Freck, yeah, I get dirty\n  I'm the best, hands down like six-thirty\n\n  Look, like Michael J. Fox, I got family ties\n  Opposing us can't be wise, whoever cross the family dies\n  Something small as a look can bring about a man's demise\n  And whoever he stands beside, hit 'em where he can't survive\n  Throw the drop, I'm slipping, objective not to miss him\n  Nine-shot pop a clip and pine box the opposition\n  Put him in formal dress, right hand across the left\n  No autopsy necessary, determine the cause of death\n  Six shots across the chest, should explain his loss of breath\n  Skin peeled off the flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest\n  That's a no-brainer, I'm coming with both flamers\n  Spraying but I'm no painter, to this, hey, I'm no stranger\n  It's obvious you're no bangers, you dudes pose no danger\n  Your whole crew chumps in the closet like coat hangers\n  Like purple broke up in the Dutch, leave you broke up on a crutch\n  That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch\n  We gon' body you and have to hook your wife up to an IV tube\n  Put both of your parents side by side in the ICU\n  Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake\n  Don't interfere with family business, that's how we operate\n\n  Niggas is letting birds turn the tables on they squad\n  You need help with a jump, got some cables in the car\n  'Cause they all become nondescript\n  When something bright is on your wrist\n  Like you repping the Bionic Six, you on fire\n  When guns fire, your lungs tire\n  I'm an idol, niggas is sons, y'all, now who wanna try it?\n  That four-five'll spit, I slump you in the driver's seat\n  And make you really go try at the whip\n  It's real talk, shade niggas couldn't get a tan from me\n  'Cause I'll get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money\n  Soon as it's untucked, blam, talking 'bout you touch grams\n  I'm coming through your window, something like Bruh-Man\n  It's just who we are, if I see y'all, it's ER\n  Vacay in PR, shirt and jeans G-Star\n  Tell me how they gon' manage\n  Letting off Virginia TECs now, dudes ain't even safe on campus\n  Got a spaz on cowards\n  Every twenty-four, every half hour, niggas be trying to be Jack Bauer\n  So let fam keep talking\n  And you gon' need a weekend at Bernie's\n  If you trying to get back down walking\n\n  I guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off, nigga\n  Calluses on my pop finger, pop off, nigga\n  Pop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off, dump\n  For them bodies, got 'bout six slots in the trunk\n  Chef Boy supplying, wic wop is drying\n  When they move that more wic wop arriving\n  And my connect from Phoenix, his connect named Felix\n  Still keep the iron like my right hand anemic\n  For the family, I be squeezing, no reason\n  Blood work, nobody leaving this bitch breathing\n  Niggas on the low kidnap my flow\n  Coulda asked for it, I woulda gift-wrapped my flow\n  Don't gotta ask for it, I'm gon' sit back the four\n  Flip it around, let the handle crack your jaw\n  East side, west side, I be in my Converse\n  This a convict rapping, it's a con's verse\n  Arm & Hammer mizzan, Los, Joey, or Rizzan\n  All they gotta do is chirp and them things gon' blizzam\n  Shakedown fizzam\n  Straight from the Brooklyn borough that never rizzam, blaka, blaka\n\n  Now if they get me on wire traces, I'ma die in Comstock\n  I got prior cases for riding with firearms cocked\n  Firebomb box set up by your mom's block\n  Go off on time 'cause it's wired by alarm clock\n  I get his legs, you grab him by his arm, ahk\n  We gon' do this lion harm while his crying moms watch\n  Last seen in Brooklyn, they found him by a Bronx lot\n  Rifle from the roof, yeah, we got him by a long shot\n  We don't fire warn shots, niggas fire on SWAT\n  And if they get me, Brooklyn gon' riot on spot\n  I'm from the hood, so I'm supplying bombrock\n  'Round here, that's better than buying from Viacom stock\n  Look, you can't hold nothing but I got a shell to give\n  I make his relatives show me where the fella live\n  Ain't that his baby sis? Get up in this labiness\n  'Fore I pull his curtains, start squirting like Baby Kiss\n  If he ain't heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing\n  You send a message when you kill a nigga third cousin\n  Niece, nephew, they gon' need Tef too\n  This'll go in and out they chest like a breath do\n  You Clay Aiken soft, you playing games 'til there's red lights on ya\n  It's like the PlayStation's off\n  Smith & Wesson work, Luger 9 labor\n  Professional shit like they did Leon's neighbors\n  This is family, nigga, do not cross the brothers\n  I'll put you in a box, one hand across the other\n  A small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother\n  One of your grandparents, even your baby brother\n  'Cause everybody knows, everybody goes\n  I want 'em in coffins, everybody's closed\n  Related by the streets, this is family, B\n  So you better not touch a branch on this family tree, nigga\n"},{"id":30139383,"name":"This Is Family","trackName":"This Is Family","artistName":"Fabolous, Ransom, Freck Billionaire, Red Cafe, Joe Budden, Paul Cain","albumName":"From Nothin' To Somethin' - Bonus Track Version","duration":414.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Where the ***** all these ***** damn, Ran' isn't hot\nI damage the block\nI scramble like Randall with rocks\nI'm that ***** in the gambling spot\n\nCracking jokes and drinking liquor\nYou still gotta hand me your watch\nI'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots\nRazor on the plate, trying to figure out how many grams I'm a chop\n\nFamily or not, some ***** making plans with the cops\nTrying to figure how to make this animal stop\nWho these ***** trying to take down?\nBreak down, tray pound, eight rounds\n\nHe ain't feeling nothing from the waist down\nHit up, lit up, he never gonna get up\nThere's only one legend alive\nThe rest you gotta dig up\n\nYou acting like it's hard roast ya\nI'll creep in your crib, and put your brains on you Barkley posters\nGot no time to be boxing around\nI got the ox and the pound\n\nI'll leave you in the box in the ground\nGot the keys to the game, and we locking this down\nUnderwater with the sharks, and we not gonna drown\nGot the order from the narcs, they still watching the town\nI'm copping a pound, they ain't no stopping us now, my *****\n\nHey, look, you could trip, clip spit, get your strip wet\nI got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats\nPlayer haters talking 'bout they gonna get Freck\nI'm in the Lamb' sunk lower than the shipwreck\n\nThey call me bar-for-bar 'cause I spit the better lines\nThe white ***** got me rich like Federline\n*****a G-pack, I'll show you how to read *****\nYou get it soft, then you rock it like T-Mac\n\nThe ***** good price, plus it smoke so speci\nThree thousand full pound of some Dro pesci\nY'all *****only talkers\nI'll let my homies spark ya\n\nWe in the spurs, that's faster than Tony Parker\nThis is family, don't ever cross my brother\nLike Big Worm, ***** rather cross their mother\nMention names in my family tree\nThis ***** talking crazy like insanity plea\n\nI, swear to god, the next I ***** give it to\nIs going to a place FedEx can't deliver to\nI'm West Philly Freck, yeah, I get dirty\nI'm the best, hands down, like six thirty\n\nLook like Michael J. Fox, I got family ties\nPosing us can't be wise, swept across the family dies\nSomething small as a look, can bring about a man's demise\nAnd whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive\n\nThrow the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing\nNine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition\nPut him in formal dress, right hand across the left\nNo autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death\n\nSix shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath\nSkin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest\nThat's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers\nSpray 'em, but I'm no painter to this here, I'm no stranger\n\nIt's obvious, you no bangers, you dudes pose no danger\nYour whole crew chumps, in the closet like coat hangers\nLike purple broke up in the dutch leave you broke up on a crush\nThat's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch\n\nWe gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too\nPut both of your parents side by side in I.C.U\nClosed casket so they can't have a proper wake\nDon't interfere with family business, that's how we operate\n\nYo, ***** is letting birds turn the tables on they squad\nNeed help with a jump, got some cables in the car\n'Cause they all become nondescript\nWhen something bright is on your wrist\n\nLike you repping the bionic six\nWho wanna fire? When guns fire, your lungs tire\nI'm an idol, ***** this Sanjaya, now who wanna try us\nThat four, five will spit, I'll slump you in the driver seat\nAnd make you really ghost ride the whip\n\nIt's real talk, shade ***** couldn't get a tan from me\n'Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money\nSoon as his un-tuck BAM, talking about you touch grams\nI'm coming through your window something like, Brother Man\n\nIt's just who we are, if I see yar, it's E.R\nVacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star, tell me how they gonna manage\nLetting off Virgina Tech's now, dudes ain't even safe on campus\nGotta spaz on cowards\n\nEvery twenty four, every half hour, ***** be trying to be Jack Bauer\nSo, let fam' keep talking\nAnd you won't need 'A Weekend At Bernie's'\nIf you trying to see a 'Dead Man Walking'\n\nI guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off *****\nCallouses on my pop finger, pop off *****\nPop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump\n'Fore them bodies drop out, six glocks in the trunk\n\nChef boy supplying, whip whop is drying\nWhen they move that, more whip whop arriving\nAnd my connect from Phoenix, the connect named Phoenix\nStill keep the iron like my right hand anemic\n\nFor for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason\nBlood work, nobody leaving this ***** breathing\n***** on the low, kidnapped my flow\nCoulda asked for it, I woulda gift wrapped my flow\n\nDon't gotta ask for it, I'm gonna sit back the fo'\nFlip it around, let the handle crack ya jaw\nEast side, west side, I'll be in my Converse\nThis a convict rapping, it's a con's verse\n\nArm and Hammer mis-man, 'Los, Joey, or Ris-am\nAll they gotta do is chirpand them things are gonna blis-am\nShake down, fiz-am straight from the Brooklyn borough\nThat never riz-an, block-ay block-ay\n\nNow if they get me on wire traces\nI'm gonna die in comstaat\nI got prior cases from riding with firearms cocked\nFire bomb box, set up by your mom's block\n\nGo off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock\nI get his legs, you grab him by arms ock\nWe gonna go this liar harm while his crying moms watch\nLast seen in Brooklyn, they found in a Bronx lot\n\nRifles on the roof, yeah, we got him by a long shot\nWe don't fire warning shots, ***** fire on swat\nAnd if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot\nI'm from the hood, so I'm supplying bomb rock\n\n'Round here that's better than buying some Viacom stock\nLook, you can't hold nothing, but I got a shell to give\nI'll make his relative show me where the fella live\nAin't that his baby sis', get up in this Mayby' miss\n\nBefore I pull this curb and start swerving like baby sis\nIf he heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing\nYou send a message when you kill a ***** third cousin\nNiece, nephew, they gonna need Tef' too\n\nThis'll a go in and out they chest like a breath do\nYou Clay Aiken-soft, you playing games until this red light's on ya\nIt's like the Playstation's off, Smith and Wesson work, Luger nine labor\nProfessional like they did me on majors\n\nThis is family, do not cross the brothers\nI'll put you in the box, one hand across the other\nA small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother\nOne of your grandparents, even your baby brother\n\n'Cause everybody knows, everybody goes\nI want them in coffins, everybody's closed\nRelated by the streets, this is family beef\nSo better not touch a branch on this family tree\n*****","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: This Is Family\n  artist: Fabolous, Ransom, Freck Billionaire, Red Cafe, Joe Budden, Paul Cain\n  album: From Nothin' To Somethin' - Bonus Track Version\n  duration_ms: 414000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Where the ***** all these ***** damn, Ran' isn't hot\n  I damage the block\n  I scramble like Randall with rocks\n  I'm that ***** in the gambling spot\n\n  Cracking jokes and drinking liquor\n  You still gotta hand me your watch\n  I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots\n  Razor on the plate, trying to figure out how many grams I'm a chop\n\n  Family or not, some ***** making plans with the cops\n  Trying to figure how to make this animal stop\n  Who these ***** trying to take down?\n  Break down, tray pound, eight rounds\n\n  He ain't feeling nothing from the waist down\n  Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get up\n  There's only one legend alive\n  The rest you gotta dig up\n\n  You acting like it's hard roast ya\n  I'll creep in your crib, and put your brains on you Barkley posters\n  Got no time to be boxing around\n  I got the ox and the pound\n\n  I'll leave you in the box in the ground\n  Got the keys to the game, and we locking this down\n  Underwater with the sharks, and we not gonna drown\n  Got the order from the narcs, they still watching the town\n  I'm copping a pound, they ain't no stopping us now, my *****\n\n  Hey, look, you could trip, clip spit, get your strip wet\n  I got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats\n  Player haters talking 'bout they gonna get Freck\n  I'm in the Lamb' sunk lower than the shipwreck\n\n  They call me bar-for-bar 'cause I spit the better lines\n  The white ***** got me rich like Federline\n  *****a G-pack, I'll show you how to read *****\n  You get it soft, then you rock it like T-Mac\n\n  The ***** good price, plus it smoke so speci\n  Three thousand full pound of some Dro pesci\n  Y'all *****only talkers\n  I'll let my homies spark ya\n\n  We in the spurs, that's faster than Tony Parker\n  This is family, don't ever cross my brother\n  Like Big Worm, ***** rather cross their mother\n  Mention names in my family tree\n  This ***** talking crazy like insanity plea\n\n  I, swear to god, the next I ***** give it to\n  Is going to a place FedEx can't deliver to\n  I'm West Philly Freck, yeah, I get dirty\n  I'm the best, hands down, like six thirty\n\n  Look like Michael J. Fox, I got family ties\n  Posing us can't be wise, swept across the family dies\n  Something small as a look, can bring about a man's demise\n  And whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive\n\n  Throw the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing\n  Nine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition\n  Put him in formal dress, right hand across the left\n  No autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death\n\n  Six shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath\n  Skin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest\n  That's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers\n  Spray 'em, but I'm no painter to this here, I'm no stranger\n\n  It's obvious, you no bangers, you dudes pose no danger\n  Your whole crew chumps, in the closet like coat hangers\n  Like purple broke up in the dutch leave you broke up on a crush\n  That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch\n\n  We gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too\n  Put both of your parents side by side in I.C.U\n  Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake\n  Don't interfere with family business, that's how we operate\n\n  Yo, ***** is letting birds turn the tables on they squad\n  Need help with a jump, got some cables in the car\n  'Cause they all become nondescript\n  When something bright is on your wrist\n\n  Like you repping the bionic six\n  Who wanna fire? When guns fire, your lungs tire\n  I'm an idol, ***** this Sanjaya, now who wanna try us\n  That four, five will spit, I'll slump you in the driver seat\n  And make you really ghost ride the whip\n\n  It's real talk, shade ***** couldn't get a tan from me\n  'Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money\n  Soon as his un-tuck BAM, talking about you touch grams\n  I'm coming through your window something like, Brother Man\n\n  It's just who we are, if I see yar, it's E.R\n  Vacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star, tell me how they gonna manage\n  Letting off Virgina Tech's now, dudes ain't even safe on campus\n  Gotta spaz on cowards\n\n  Every twenty four, every half hour, ***** be trying to be Jack Bauer\n  So, let fam' keep talking\n  And you won't need 'A Weekend At Bernie's'\n  If you trying to see a 'Dead Man Walking'\n\n  I guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off *****\n  Callouses on my pop finger, pop off *****\n  Pop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump\n  'Fore them bodies drop out, six glocks in the trunk\n\n  Chef boy supplying, whip whop is drying\n  When they move that, more whip whop arriving\n  And my connect from Phoenix, the connect named Phoenix\n  Still keep the iron like my right hand anemic\n\n  For for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason\n  Blood work, nobody leaving this ***** breathing\n  ***** on the low, kidnapped my flow\n  Coulda asked for it, I woulda gift wrapped my flow\n\n  Don't gotta ask for it, I'm gonna sit back the fo'\n  Flip it around, let the handle crack ya jaw\n  East side, west side, I'll be in my Converse\n  This a convict rapping, it's a con's verse\n\n  Arm and Hammer mis-man, 'Los, Joey, or Ris-am\n  All they gotta do is chirpand them things are gonna blis-am\n  Shake down, fiz-am straight from the Brooklyn borough\n  That never riz-an, block-ay block-ay\n\n  Now if they get me on wire traces\n  I'm gonna die in comstaat\n  I got prior cases from riding with firearms cocked\n  Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block\n\n  Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock\n  I get his legs, you grab him by arms ock\n  We gonna go this liar harm while his crying moms watch\n  Last seen in Brooklyn, they found in a Bronx lot\n\n  Rifles on the roof, yeah, we got him by a long shot\n  We don't fire warning shots, ***** fire on swat\n  And if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot\n  I'm from the hood, so I'm supplying bomb rock\n\n  'Round here that's better than buying some Viacom stock\n  Look, you can't hold nothing, but I got a shell to give\n  I'll make his relative show me where the fella live\n  Ain't that his baby sis', get up in this Mayby' miss\n\n  Before I pull this curb and start swerving like baby sis\n  If he heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing\n  You send a message when you kill a ***** third cousin\n  Niece, nephew, they gonna need Tef' too\n\n  This'll a go in and out they chest like a breath do\n  You Clay Aiken-soft, you playing games until this red light's on ya\n  It's like the Playstation's off, Smith and Wesson work, Luger nine labor\n  Professional like they did me on majors\n\n  This is family, do not cross the brothers\n  I'll put you in the box, one hand across the other\n  A small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother\n  One of your grandparents, even your baby brother\n\n  'Cause everybody knows, everybody goes\n  I want them in coffins, everybody's closed\n  Related by the streets, this is family beef\n  So better not touch a branch on this family tree\n  *****\n"},{"id":11138662,"name":"This Is Family","trackName":"This Is Family","artistName":"Fabolous/Ransom/Freck Billionaire/Red Café/Joe Budden/Paul Cain","albumName":"Non-Album","duration":411.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Where the ***** all these ***** damn, Ran' isn't hot\nI damage the block\nI scramble like Randall with rocks\nI'm that ***** in the gambling spot\n\nCracking jokes and drinking liquor\nYou still gotta hand me your watch\nI'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots\nRazor on the plate, trying to figure out how many grams I'm a chop\n\nFamily or not, some ***** making plans with the cops\nTrying to figure how to make this animal stop\nWho these ***** trying to take down?\nBreak down, tray pound, eight rounds\n\nHe ain't feeling nothing from the waist down\nHit up, lit up, he never gonna get up\nThere's only one legend alive\nThe rest you gotta dig up\n\nYou acting like it's hard roast ya\nI'll creep in your crib, and put your brains on you Barkley posters\nGot no time to be boxing around\nI got the ox and the pound\n\nI'll leave you in the box in the ground\nGot the keys to the game, and we locking this down\nUnderwater with the sharks, and we not gonna drown\nGot the order from the narcs, they still watching the town\nI'm copping a pound, they ain't no stopping us now, my *****\n\nHey, look, you could trip, clip spit, get your strip wet\nI got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats\nPlayer haters talking 'bout they gonna get Freck\nI'm in the Lamb' sunk lower than the shipwreck\n\nThey call me bar-for-bar 'cause I spit the better lines\nThe white ***** got me rich like Federline\n*****a G-pack, I'll show you how to read *****\nYou get it soft, then you rock it like T-Mac\n\nThe ***** good price, plus it smoke so speci\nThree thousand full pound of some Dro pesci\nY'all *****only talkers\nI'll let my homies spark ya\n\nWe in the spurs, that's faster than Tony Parker\nThis is family, don't ever cross my brother\nLike Big Worm, ***** rather cross their mother\nMention names in my family tree\nThis ***** talking crazy like insanity plea\n\nI, swear to god, the next I ***** give it to\nIs going to a place FedEx can't deliver to\nI'm West Philly Freck, yeah, I get dirty\nI'm the best, hands down, like six thirty\n\nLook like Michael J. Fox, I got family ties\nPosing us can't be wise, swept across the family dies\nSomething small as a look, can bring about a man's demise\nAnd whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive\n\nThrow the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing\nNine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition\nPut him in formal dress, right hand across the left\nNo autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death\n\nSix shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath\nSkin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest\nThat's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers\nSpray 'em, but I'm no painter to this here, I'm no stranger\n\nIt's obvious, you no bangers, you dudes pose no danger\nYour whole crew chumps, in the closet like coat hangers\nLike purple broke up in the dutch leave you broke up on a crush\nThat's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch\n\nWe gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too\nPut both of your parents side by side in I.C.U\nClosed casket so they can't have a proper wake\nDon't interfere with family business, that's how we operate\n\nYo, ***** is letting birds turn the tables on they squad\nNeed help with a jump, got some cables in the car\n'Cause they all become nondescript\nWhen something bright is on your wrist\n\nLike you repping the bionic six\nWho wanna fire? When guns fire, your lungs tire\nI'm an idol, ***** this Sanjaya, now who wanna try us\nThat four, five will spit, I'll slump you in the driver seat\nAnd make you really ghost ride the whip\n\nIt's real talk, shade ***** couldn't get a tan from me\n'Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money\nSoon as his un-tuck BAM, talking about you touch grams\nI'm coming through your window something like, Brother Man\n\nIt's just who we are, if I see yar, it's E.R\nVacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star, tell me how they gonna manage\nLetting off Virgina Tech's now, dudes ain't even safe on campus\nGotta spaz on cowards\n\nEvery twenty four, every half hour, ***** be trying to be Jack Bauer\nSo, let fam' keep talking\nAnd you won't need 'A Weekend At Bernie's'\nIf you trying to see a 'Dead Man Walking'\n\nI guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off *****\nCallouses on my pop finger, pop off *****\nPop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump\n'Fore them bodies drop out, six glocks in the trunk\n\nChef boy supplying, whip whop is drying\nWhen they move that, more whip whop arriving\nAnd my connect from Phoenix, the connect named Phoenix\nStill keep the iron like my right hand anemic\n\nFor for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason\nBlood work, nobody leaving this ***** breathing\n***** on the low, kidnapped my flow\nCoulda asked for it, I woulda gift wrapped my flow\n\nDon't gotta ask for it, I'm gonna sit back the fo'\nFlip it around, let the handle crack ya jaw\nEast side, west side, I'll be in my Converse\nThis a convict rapping, it's a con's verse\n\nArm and Hammer mis-man, 'Los, Joey, or Ris-am\nAll they gotta do is chirpand them things are gonna blis-am\nShake down, fiz-am straight from the Brooklyn borough\nThat never riz-an, block-ay block-ay\n\nNow if they get me on wire traces\nI'm gonna die in comstaat\nI got prior cases from riding with firearms cocked\nFire bomb box, set up by your mom's block\n\nGo off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock\nI get his legs, you grab him by arms ock\nWe gonna go this liar harm while his crying moms watch\nLast seen in Brooklyn, they found in a Bronx lot\n\nRifles on the roof, yeah, we got him by a long shot\nWe don't fire warning shots, ***** fire on swat\nAnd if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot\nI'm from the hood, so I'm supplying bomb rock\n\n'Round here that's better than buying some Viacom stock\nLook, you can't hold nothing, but I got a shell to give\nI'll make his relative show me where the fella live\nAin't that his baby sis', get up in this Mayby' miss\n\nBefore I pull this curb and start swerving like baby sis\nIf he heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing\nYou send a message when you kill a ***** third cousin\nNiece, nephew, they gonna need Tef' too\n\nThis'll a go in and out they chest like a breath do\nYou Clay Aiken-soft, you playing games until this red light's on ya\nIt's like the Playstation's off, Smith and Wesson work, Luger nine labor\nProfessional like they did me on majors\n\nThis is family, do not cross the brothers\nI'll put you in the box, one hand across the other\nA small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother\nOne of your grandparents, even your baby brother\n\n'Cause everybody knows, everybody goes\nI want them in coffins, everybody's closed\nRelated by the streets, this is family beef\nSo better not touch a branch on this family tree\n*****","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: This Is Family\n  artist: Fabolous/Ransom/Freck Billionaire/Red Café/Joe Budden/Paul Cain\n  album: Non-Album\n  duration_ms: 411000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Where the ***** all these ***** damn, Ran' isn't hot\n  I damage the block\n  I scramble like Randall with rocks\n  I'm that ***** in the gambling spot\n\n  Cracking jokes and drinking liquor\n  You still gotta hand me your watch\n  I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots\n  Razor on the plate, trying to figure out how many grams I'm a chop\n\n  Family or not, some ***** making plans with the cops\n  Trying to figure how to make this animal stop\n  Who these ***** trying to take down?\n  Break down, tray pound, eight rounds\n\n  He ain't feeling nothing from the waist down\n  Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get up\n  There's only one legend alive\n  The rest you gotta dig up\n\n  You acting like it's hard roast ya\n  I'll creep in your crib, and put your brains on you Barkley posters\n  Got no time to be boxing around\n  I got the ox and the pound\n\n  I'll leave you in the box in the ground\n  Got the keys to the game, and we locking this down\n  Underwater with the sharks, and we not gonna drown\n  Got the order from the narcs, they still watching the town\n  I'm copping a pound, they ain't no stopping us now, my *****\n\n  Hey, look, you could trip, clip spit, get your strip wet\n  I got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats\n  Player haters talking 'bout they gonna get Freck\n  I'm in the Lamb' sunk lower than the shipwreck\n\n  They call me bar-for-bar 'cause I spit the better lines\n  The white ***** got me rich like Federline\n  *****a G-pack, I'll show you how to read *****\n  You get it soft, then you rock it like T-Mac\n\n  The ***** good price, plus it smoke so speci\n  Three thousand full pound of some Dro pesci\n  Y'all *****only talkers\n  I'll let my homies spark ya\n\n  We in the spurs, that's faster than Tony Parker\n  This is family, don't ever cross my brother\n  Like Big Worm, ***** rather cross their mother\n  Mention names in my family tree\n  This ***** talking crazy like insanity plea\n\n  I, swear to god, the next I ***** give it to\n  Is going to a place FedEx can't deliver to\n  I'm West Philly Freck, yeah, I get dirty\n  I'm the best, hands down, like six thirty\n\n  Look like Michael J. Fox, I got family ties\n  Posing us can't be wise, swept across the family dies\n  Something small as a look, can bring about a man's demise\n  And whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive\n\n  Throw the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing\n  Nine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition\n  Put him in formal dress, right hand across the left\n  No autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death\n\n  Six shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath\n  Skin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest\n  That's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers\n  Spray 'em, but I'm no painter to this here, I'm no stranger\n\n  It's obvious, you no bangers, you dudes pose no danger\n  Your whole crew chumps, in the closet like coat hangers\n  Like purple broke up in the dutch leave you broke up on a crush\n  That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch\n\n  We gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too\n  Put both of your parents side by side in I.C.U\n  Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake\n  Don't interfere with family business, that's how we operate\n\n  Yo, ***** is letting birds turn the tables on they squad\n  Need help with a jump, got some cables in the car\n  'Cause they all become nondescript\n  When something bright is on your wrist\n\n  Like you repping the bionic six\n  Who wanna fire? When guns fire, your lungs tire\n  I'm an idol, ***** this Sanjaya, now who wanna try us\n  That four, five will spit, I'll slump you in the driver seat\n  And make you really ghost ride the whip\n\n  It's real talk, shade ***** couldn't get a tan from me\n  'Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money\n  Soon as his un-tuck BAM, talking about you touch grams\n  I'm coming through your window something like, Brother Man\n\n  It's just who we are, if I see yar, it's E.R\n  Vacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star, tell me how they gonna manage\n  Letting off Virgina Tech's now, dudes ain't even safe on campus\n  Gotta spaz on cowards\n\n  Every twenty four, every half hour, ***** be trying to be Jack Bauer\n  So, let fam' keep talking\n  And you won't need 'A Weekend At Bernie's'\n  If you trying to see a 'Dead Man Walking'\n\n  I guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off *****\n  Callouses on my pop finger, pop off *****\n  Pop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump\n  'Fore them bodies drop out, six glocks in the trunk\n\n  Chef boy supplying, whip whop is drying\n  When they move that, more whip whop arriving\n  And my connect from Phoenix, the connect named Phoenix\n  Still keep the iron like my right hand anemic\n\n  For for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason\n  Blood work, nobody leaving this ***** breathing\n  ***** on the low, kidnapped my flow\n  Coulda asked for it, I woulda gift wrapped my flow\n\n  Don't gotta ask for it, I'm gonna sit back the fo'\n  Flip it around, let the handle crack ya jaw\n  East side, west side, I'll be in my Converse\n  This a convict rapping, it's a con's verse\n\n  Arm and Hammer mis-man, 'Los, Joey, or Ris-am\n  All they gotta do is chirpand them things are gonna blis-am\n  Shake down, fiz-am straight from the Brooklyn borough\n  That never riz-an, block-ay block-ay\n\n  Now if they get me on wire traces\n  I'm gonna die in comstaat\n  I got prior cases from riding with firearms cocked\n  Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block\n\n  Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock\n  I get his legs, you grab him by arms ock\n  We gonna go this liar harm while his crying moms watch\n  Last seen in Brooklyn, they found in a Bronx lot\n\n  Rifles on the roof, yeah, we got him by a long shot\n  We don't fire warning shots, ***** fire on swat\n  And if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot\n  I'm from the hood, so I'm supplying bomb rock\n\n  'Round here that's better than buying some Viacom stock\n  Look, you can't hold nothing, but I got a shell to give\n  I'll make his relative show me where the fella live\n  Ain't that his baby sis', get up in this Mayby' miss\n\n  Before I pull this curb and start swerving like baby sis\n  If he heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing\n  You send a message when you kill a ***** third cousin\n  Niece, nephew, they gonna need Tef' too\n\n  This'll a go in and out they chest like a breath do\n  You Clay Aiken-soft, you playing games until this red light's on ya\n  It's like the Playstation's off, Smith and Wesson work, Luger nine labor\n  Professional like they did me on majors\n\n  This is family, do not cross the brothers\n  I'll put you in the box, one hand across the other\n  A small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother\n  One of your grandparents, even your baby brother\n\n  'Cause everybody knows, everybody goes\n  I want them in coffins, everybody's closed\n  Related by the streets, this is family beef\n  So better not touch a branch on this family tree\n  *****\n"},{"id":6688681,"name":"This Is Family","trackName":"This Is Family","artistName":"Fabolous feat. 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Fox, I got family ties\nPosing us can't be wise, swept across the family dies\nSomething small as a look, can bring about a man's demise\nAnd whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive\n\nThrow the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing\nNine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition\nPut him in formal dress, right hand across the left\nNo autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death\n\nSix shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath\nSkin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest\nThat's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers\nSpray 'em, but I'm no painter to this here, I'm no stranger\n\nIt's obvious, you no bangers, you dudes pose no danger\nYour whole crew chumps, in the closet like coat hangers\nLike purple broke up in the dutch leave you broke up on a crush\nThat's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch\n\nWe gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too\nPut both of your parents side by side in I.C.U\nClosed casket so they can't have a proper wake\nDon't interfere with family business, that's how we operate\n\nYo, ***** is letting birds turn the tables on they squad\nNeed help with a jump, got some cables in the car\n'Cause they all become nondescript\nWhen something bright is on your wrist\n\nLike you repping the bionic six\nWho wanna fire? When guns fire, your lungs tire\nI'm an idol, ***** this Sanjaya, now who wanna try us\nThat four, five will spit, I'll slump you in the driver seat\nAnd make you really ghost ride the whip\n\nIt's real talk, shade ***** couldn't get a tan from me\n'Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money\nSoon as his un-tuck BAM, talking about you touch grams\nI'm coming through your window something like, Brother Man\n\nIt's just who we are, if I see yar, it's E.R\nVacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star, tell me how they gonna manage\nLetting off Virgina Tech's now, dudes ain't even safe on campus\nGotta spaz on cowards\n\nEvery twenty four, every half hour, ***** be trying to be Jack Bauer\nSo, let fam' keep talking\nAnd you won't need 'A Weekend At Bernie's'\nIf you trying to see a 'Dead Man Walking'\n\nI guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off *****\nCallouses on my pop finger, pop off *****\nPop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump\n'Fore them bodies drop out, six glocks in the trunk\n\nChef boy supplying, whip whop is drying\nWhen they move that, more whip whop arriving\nAnd my connect from Phoenix, the connect named Phoenix\nStill keep the iron like my right hand anemic\n\nFor for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason\nBlood work, nobody leaving this ***** breathing\n***** on the low, kidnapped my flow\nCoulda asked for it, I woulda gift wrapped my flow\n\nDon't gotta ask for it, I'm gonna sit back the fo'\nFlip it around, let the handle crack ya jaw\nEast side, west side, I'll be in my Converse\nThis a convict rapping, it's a con's verse\n\nArm and Hammer mis-man, 'Los, Joey, or Ris-am\nAll they gotta do is chirpand them things are gonna blis-am\nShake down, fiz-am straight from the Brooklyn borough\nThat never riz-an, block-ay block-ay\n\nNow if they get me on wire traces\nI'm gonna die in comstaat\nI got prior cases from riding with firearms cocked\nFire bomb box, set up by your mom's block\n\nGo off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock\nI get his legs, you grab him by arms ock\nWe gonna go this liar harm while his crying moms watch\nLast seen in Brooklyn, they found in a Bronx lot\n\nRifles on the roof, yeah, we got him by a long shot\nWe don't fire warning shots, ***** fire on swat\nAnd if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot\nI'm from the hood, so I'm supplying bomb rock\n\n'Round here that's better than buying some Viacom stock\nLook, you can't hold nothing, but I got a shell to give\nI'll make his relative show me where the fella live\nAin't that his baby sis', get up in this Mayby' miss\n\nBefore I pull this curb and start swerving like baby sis\nIf he heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing\nYou send a message when you kill a ***** third cousin\nNiece, nephew, they gonna need Tef' too\n\nThis'll a go in and out they chest like a breath do\nYou Clay Aiken-soft, you playing games until this red light's on ya\nIt's like the Playstation's off, Smith and Wesson work, Luger nine labor\nProfessional like they did me on majors\n\nThis is family, do not cross the brothers\nI'll put you in the box, one hand across the other\nA small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother\nOne of your grandparents, even your baby brother\n\n'Cause everybody knows, everybody goes\nI want them in coffins, everybody's closed\nRelated by the streets, this is family beef\nSo better not touch a branch on this family tree\n*****","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.88] Where the ***** all these ***** damn, Ran' isn't hot\n[00:05.45] I damage the block\n[00:07.24] I scramble like Randall with rocks\n[00:08.20] I'm that ***** in the gambling spot\n[00:09.94] Cracking jokes and drinking liquor\n[00:12.61] You still gotta hand me your watch\n[00:14.49] I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots\n[00:16.26] Razor on the plate, trying to figure out how many grams I'm a chop\n[00:19.82] Family or not, some ***** making plans with the cops\n[00:23.42] Trying to figure how to make this animal 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Get up in this labiness\n  'Fore I pull his curtains, start squirting like Baby Kiss\n  If he ain't heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing\n  You send a message when you kill a nigga third cousin\n  Niece, nephew, they gon' need Tef too\n  This'll go in and out they chest like a breath do\n  You Clay Aiken soft, you playing games 'til there's red lights on ya\n  It's like the PlayStation's off\n  Smith & Wesson work, Luger 9 labor\n  Professional shit like they did Leon's neighbors\n  This is family, nigga, do not cross the brothers\n  I'll put you in a box, one hand across the other\n  A small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother\n  One of your grandparents, even your baby brother\n  'Cause everybody knows, everybody goes\n  I want 'em in coffins, everybody's closed\n  Related by the streets, this is family, B\n  So you better not touch a branch on this family tree, nigga\n"},{"id":11595020,"name":"This Is Family","trackName":"This Is Family","artistName":"Fabolous feat. 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Fox, I got family ties\nPosing us can't be wise, swept across the family dies\nSomething small as a look, can bring about a man's demise\nAnd whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive\n\nThrow the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing\nNine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition\nPut him in formal dress, right hand across the left\nNo autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death\n\nSix shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath\nSkin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest\nThat's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers\nSpray 'em, but I'm no painter to this here, I'm no stranger\n\nIt's obvious, you no bangers, you dudes pose no danger\nYour whole crew chumps, in the closet like coat hangers\nLike purple broke up in the dutch leave you broke up on a crush\nThat's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch\n\nWe gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too\nPut both of your parents side by side in I.C.U\nClosed casket so they can't have a proper wake\nDon't interfere with family business, that's how we operate\n\nYo, ***** is letting birds turn the tables on they squad\nNeed help with a jump, got some cables in the car\n'Cause they all become nondescript\nWhen something bright is on your wrist\n\nLike you repping the bionic six\nWho wanna fire? When guns fire, your lungs tire\nI'm an idol, ***** this Sanjaya, now who wanna try us\nThat four, five will spit, I'll slump you in the driver seat\nAnd make you really ghost ride the whip\n\nIt's real talk, shade ***** couldn't get a tan from me\n'Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money\nSoon as his un-tuck BAM, talking about you touch grams\nI'm coming through your window something like, Brother Man\n\nIt's just who we are, if I see yar, it's E.R\nVacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star, tell me how they gonna manage\nLetting off Virgina Tech's now, dudes ain't even safe on campus\nGotta spaz on cowards\n\nEvery twenty four, every half hour, ***** be trying to be Jack Bauer\nSo, let fam' keep talking\nAnd you won't need 'A Weekend At Bernie's'\nIf you trying to see a 'Dead Man Walking'\n\nI guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off *****\nCallouses on my pop finger, pop off *****\nPop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump\n'Fore them bodies drop 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Fox, I got family ties\n  Posing us can't be wise, swept across the family dies\n  Something small as a look, can bring about a man's demise\n  And whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive\n\n  Throw the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing\n  Nine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition\n  Put him in formal dress, right hand across the left\n  No autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death\n\n  Six shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath\n  Skin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest\n  That's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers\n  Spray 'em, but I'm no painter to this here, I'm no stranger\n\n  It's obvious, you no bangers, you dudes pose no danger\n  Your whole crew chumps, in the closet like coat hangers\n  Like purple broke up in the dutch leave you broke up on a crush\n  That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch\n\n  We gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too\n  Put both of your parents side by side in I.C.U\n  Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake\n  Don't interfere with family business, that's how we operate\n\n  Yo, ***** is letting birds turn the tables on they squad\n  Need help with a jump, got some cables in the car\n  'Cause they all become nondescript\n  When something bright is on your wrist\n\n  Like you repping the bionic six\n  Who wanna fire? When guns fire, your lungs tire\n  I'm an idol, ***** this Sanjaya, now who wanna try us\n  That four, five will spit, I'll slump you in the driver seat\n  And make you really ghost ride the whip\n\n  It's real talk, shade ***** couldn't get a tan from me\n  'Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money\n  Soon as his un-tuck BAM, talking about you touch grams\n  I'm coming through your window something like, Brother Man\n\n  It's just who we are, if I see yar, it's E.R\n  Vacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star, tell me how they gonna manage\n  Letting off Virgina Tech's now, dudes ain't even safe on campus\n  Gotta spaz on cowards\n\n  Every twenty four, every half hour, ***** be trying to be Jack Bauer\n  So, let fam' keep talking\n  And you won't need 'A Weekend At Bernie's'\n  If you trying to see a 'Dead Man Walking'\n\n  I guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off *****\n  Callouses on my pop finger, pop off *****\n  Pop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump\n  'Fore them bodies drop out, six glocks in the trunk\n\n  Chef boy supplying, whip whop is drying\n  When they move that, more whip whop arriving\n  And my connect from Phoenix, the connect named Phoenix\n  Still keep the iron like my right hand anemic\n\n  For for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason\n  Blood work, nobody leaving this ***** breathing\n  ***** on the low, kidnapped my flow\n  Coulda asked for it, I woulda gift wrapped my flow\n\n  Don't gotta ask for it, I'm gonna sit back the fo'\n  Flip it around, let the handle crack ya jaw\n  East side, west side, I'll be in my Converse\n  This a convict rapping, it's a con's verse\n\n  Arm and Hammer mis-man, 'Los, Joey, or Ris-am\n  All they gotta do is chirpand them things are gonna blis-am\n  Shake down, fiz-am straight from the Brooklyn borough\n  That never riz-an, block-ay block-ay\n\n  Now if they get me on wire traces\n  I'm gonna die in comstaat\n  I got prior cases from riding with firearms cocked\n  Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block\n\n  Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock\n  I get his legs, you grab him by arms ock\n  We gonna go this liar harm while his crying moms watch\n  Last seen in Brooklyn, they found in a Bronx lot\n\n  Rifles on the roof, yeah, we got him by a long shot\n  We don't fire warning shots, ***** fire on swat\n  And if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot\n  I'm from the hood, so I'm supplying bomb rock\n\n  'Round here that's better than buying some Viacom stock\n  Look, you can't hold nothing, but I got a shell to give\n  I'll make his relative show me where the fella live\n  Ain't that his baby sis', get up in this Mayby' miss\n\n  Before I pull this curb and start swerving like baby sis\n  If he heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing\n  You send a message when you kill a ***** third cousin\n  Niece, nephew, they gonna need Tef' too\n\n  This'll a go in and out they chest like a breath do\n  You Clay Aiken-soft, you playing games until this red light's on ya\n  It's like the Playstation's off, Smith and Wesson work, Luger nine labor\n  Professional like they did me on majors\n\n  This is family, do not cross the brothers\n  I'll put you in the box, one hand across the other\n  A small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother\n  One of your grandparents, even your baby brother\n\n  'Cause everybody knows, everybody goes\n  I want them in coffins, everybody's closed\n  Related by the streets, this is family beef\n  So better not touch a branch on this family tree\n  *****\n"},{"id":10118122,"name":"This Is Family","trackName":"This Is Family","artistName":"Fabolous feat. 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Fox, I got family ties\nPosing us can't be wise, swept across the family dies\nSomething small as a look, can bring about a man's demise\nAnd whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive\n\nThrow the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing\nNine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition\nPut him in formal dress, right hand across the left\nNo autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death\n\nSix shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath\nSkin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest\nThat's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers\nSpray 'em, but I'm no painter to this here, I'm no stranger\n\nIt's obvious, you no bangers, you dudes pose no danger\nYour whole crew chumps, in the closet like coat hangers\nLike purple broke up in the dutch leave you broke up on a crush\nThat's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch\n\nWe gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too\nPut both of your parents side by side in I.C.U\nClosed casket so they can't have a proper wake\nDon't interfere with family business, that's how we operate\n\nYo, ***** is letting birds turn the tables on they squad\nNeed help with a jump, got some cables in the car\n'Cause they all become nondescript\nWhen something bright is on your wrist\n\nLike you repping the bionic six\nWho wanna fire? When guns fire, your lungs tire\nI'm an idol, ***** this Sanjaya, now who wanna try us\nThat four, five will spit, I'll slump you in the driver seat\nAnd make you really ghost ride the whip\n\nIt's real talk, shade ***** couldn't get a tan from me\n'Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money\nSoon as his un-tuck BAM, talking about you touch grams\nI'm coming through your window something like, Brother Man\n\nIt's just who we are, if I see yar, it's E.R\nVacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star, tell me how they gonna manage\nLetting off Virgina Tech's now, dudes ain't even safe on campus\nGotta spaz on cowards\n\nEvery twenty four, every half hour, ***** be trying to be Jack Bauer\nSo, let fam' keep talking\nAnd you won't need 'A Weekend At Bernie's'\nIf you trying to see a 'Dead Man Walking'\n\nI guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off *****\nCallouses on my pop finger, pop off *****\nPop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump\n'Fore them bodies drop 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Fox, I got family ties\n  Posing us can't be wise, swept across the family dies\n  Something small as a look, can bring about a man's demise\n  And whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive\n\n  Throw the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing\n  Nine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition\n  Put him in formal dress, right hand across the left\n  No autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death\n\n  Six shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath\n  Skin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest\n  That's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers\n  Spray 'em, but I'm no painter to this here, I'm no stranger\n\n  It's obvious, you no bangers, you dudes pose no danger\n  Your whole crew chumps, in the closet like coat hangers\n  Like purple broke up in the dutch leave you broke up on a crush\n  That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch\n\n  We gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too\n  Put both of your parents side by side in I.C.U\n  Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake\n  Don't interfere with family business, that's how we operate\n\n  Yo, ***** is letting birds turn the tables on they squad\n  Need help with a jump, got some cables in the car\n  'Cause they all become nondescript\n  When something bright is on your wrist\n\n  Like you repping the bionic six\n  Who wanna fire? When guns fire, your lungs tire\n  I'm an idol, ***** this Sanjaya, now who wanna try us\n  That four, five will spit, I'll slump you in the driver seat\n  And make you really ghost ride the whip\n\n  It's real talk, shade ***** couldn't get a tan from me\n  'Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money\n  Soon as his un-tuck BAM, talking about you touch grams\n  I'm coming through your window something like, Brother Man\n\n  It's just who we are, if I see yar, it's E.R\n  Vacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star, tell me how they gonna manage\n  Letting off Virgina Tech's now, dudes ain't even safe on campus\n  Gotta spaz on cowards\n\n  Every twenty four, every half hour, ***** be trying to be Jack Bauer\n  So, let fam' keep talking\n  And you won't need 'A Weekend At Bernie's'\n  If you trying to see a 'Dead Man Walking'\n\n  I guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off *****\n  Callouses on my pop finger, pop off *****\n  Pop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump\n  'Fore them bodies drop out, six glocks in the trunk\n\n  Chef boy supplying, whip whop is drying\n  When they move that, more whip whop arriving\n  And my connect from Phoenix, the connect named Phoenix\n  Still keep the iron like my right hand anemic\n\n  For for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason\n  Blood work, nobody leaving this ***** breathing\n  ***** on the low, kidnapped my flow\n  Coulda asked for it, I woulda gift wrapped my flow\n\n  Don't gotta ask for it, I'm gonna sit back the fo'\n  Flip it around, let the handle crack ya jaw\n  East side, west side, I'll be in my Converse\n  This a convict rapping, it's a con's verse\n\n  Arm and Hammer mis-man, 'Los, Joey, or Ris-am\n  All they gotta do is chirpand them things are gonna blis-am\n  Shake down, fiz-am straight from the Brooklyn borough\n  That never riz-an, block-ay block-ay\n\n  Now if they get me on wire traces\n  I'm gonna die in comstaat\n  I got prior cases from riding with firearms cocked\n  Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block\n\n  Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock\n  I get his legs, you grab him by arms ock\n  We gonna go this liar harm while his crying moms watch\n  Last seen in Brooklyn, they found in a Bronx lot\n\n  Rifles on the roof, yeah, we got him by a long shot\n  We don't fire warning shots, ***** fire on swat\n  And if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot\n  I'm from the hood, so I'm supplying bomb rock\n\n  'Round here that's better than buying some Viacom stock\n  Look, you can't hold nothing, but I got a shell to give\n  I'll make his relative show me where the fella live\n  Ain't that his baby sis', get up in this Mayby' miss\n\n  Before I pull this curb and start swerving like baby sis\n  If he heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing\n  You send a message when you kill a ***** third cousin\n  Niece, nephew, they gonna need Tef' too\n\n  This'll a go in and out they chest like a breath do\n  You Clay Aiken-soft, you playing games until this red light's on ya\n  It's like the Playstation's off, Smith and Wesson work, Luger nine labor\n  Professional like they did me on majors\n\n  This is family, do not cross the brothers\n  I'll put you in the box, one hand across the other\n  A small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother\n  One of your grandparents, even your baby brother\n\n  'Cause everybody knows, everybody goes\n  I want them in coffins, everybody's closed\n  Related by the streets, this is family beef\n  So better not touch a branch on this family tree\n  *****\n"},{"id":14014764,"name":"This Is Family (feat. 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Fox, I got family ties\nPosing us can't be wise, swept across the family dies\nSomething small as a look, can bring about a man's demise\nAnd whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive\n\nThrow the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing\nNine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition\nPut him in formal dress, right hand across the left\nNo autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death\n\nSix shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath\nSkin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest\nThat's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers\nSpray 'em, but I'm no painter to this here, I'm no stranger\n\nIt's obvious, you no bangers, you dudes pose no danger\nYour whole crew chumps, in the closet like coat hangers\nLike purple broke up in the dutch leave you broke up on a crush\nThat's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch\n\nWe gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too\nPut both of your parents side by side in I.C.U\nClosed casket so they can't have a proper wake\nDon't interfere with family business, that's how we operate\n\nYo, ***** is letting birds turn the tables on they squad\nNeed help with a jump, got some cables in the car\n'Cause they all become nondescript\nWhen something bright is on your wrist\n\nLike you repping the bionic six\nWho wanna fire? When guns fire, your lungs tire\nI'm an idol, ***** this Sanjaya, now who wanna try us\nThat four, five will spit, I'll slump you in the driver seat\nAnd make you really ghost ride the whip\n\nIt's real talk, shade ***** couldn't get a tan from me\n'Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money\nSoon as his un-tuck BAM, talking about you touch grams\nI'm coming through your window something like, Brother Man\n\nIt's just who we are, if I see yar, it's E.R\nVacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star, tell me how they gonna manage\nLetting off Virgina Tech's now, dudes ain't even safe on campus\nGotta spaz on cowards\n\nEvery twenty four, every half hour, ***** be trying to be Jack Bauer\nSo, let fam' keep talking\nAnd you won't need 'A Weekend At Bernie's'\nIf you trying to see a 'Dead Man Walking'\n\nI guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off *****\nCallouses on my pop finger, pop off *****\nPop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump\n'Fore them bodies drop 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Fox, I got family ties\n  Posing us can't be wise, swept across the family dies\n  Something small as a look, can bring about a man's demise\n  And whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive\n\n  Throw the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing\n  Nine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition\n  Put him in formal dress, right hand across the left\n  No autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death\n\n  Six shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath\n  Skin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest\n  That's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers\n  Spray 'em, but I'm no painter to this here, I'm no stranger\n\n  It's obvious, you no bangers, you dudes pose no danger\n  Your whole crew chumps, in the closet like coat hangers\n  Like purple broke up in the dutch leave you broke up on a crush\n  That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch\n\n  We gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too\n  Put both of your parents side by side in I.C.U\n  Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake\n  Don't interfere with family business, that's how we operate\n\n  Yo, ***** is letting birds turn the tables on they squad\n  Need help with a jump, got some cables in the car\n  'Cause they all become nondescript\n  When something bright is on your wrist\n\n  Like you repping the bionic six\n  Who wanna fire? When guns fire, your lungs tire\n  I'm an idol, ***** this Sanjaya, now who wanna try us\n  That four, five will spit, I'll slump you in the driver seat\n  And make you really ghost ride the whip\n\n  It's real talk, shade ***** couldn't get a tan from me\n  'Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money\n  Soon as his un-tuck BAM, talking about you touch grams\n  I'm coming through your window something like, Brother Man\n\n  It's just who we are, if I see yar, it's E.R\n  Vacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star, tell me how they gonna manage\n  Letting off Virgina Tech's now, dudes ain't even safe on campus\n  Gotta spaz on cowards\n\n  Every twenty four, every half hour, ***** be trying to be Jack Bauer\n  So, let fam' keep talking\n  And you won't need 'A Weekend At Bernie's'\n  If you trying to see a 'Dead Man Walking'\n\n  I guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off *****\n  Callouses on my pop finger, pop off *****\n  Pop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump\n  'Fore them bodies drop out, six glocks in the trunk\n\n  Chef boy supplying, whip whop is drying\n  When they move that, more whip whop arriving\n  And my connect from Phoenix, the connect named Phoenix\n  Still keep the iron like my right hand anemic\n\n  For for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason\n  Blood work, nobody leaving this ***** breathing\n  ***** on the low, kidnapped my flow\n  Coulda asked for it, I woulda gift wrapped my flow\n\n  Don't gotta ask for it, I'm gonna sit back the fo'\n  Flip it around, let the handle crack ya jaw\n  East side, west side, I'll be in my Converse\n  This a convict rapping, it's a con's verse\n\n  Arm and Hammer mis-man, 'Los, Joey, or Ris-am\n  All they gotta do is chirpand them things are gonna blis-am\n  Shake down, fiz-am straight from the Brooklyn borough\n  That never riz-an, block-ay block-ay\n\n  Now if they get me on wire traces\n  I'm gonna die in comstaat\n  I got prior cases from riding with firearms cocked\n  Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block\n\n  Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock\n  I get his legs, you grab him by arms ock\n  We gonna go this liar harm while his crying moms watch\n  Last seen in Brooklyn, they found in a Bronx lot\n\n  Rifles on the roof, yeah, we got him by a long shot\n  We don't fire warning shots, ***** fire on swat\n  And if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot\n  I'm from the hood, so I'm supplying bomb rock\n\n  'Round here that's better than buying some Viacom stock\n  Look, you can't hold nothing, but I got a shell to give\n  I'll make his relative show me where the fella live\n  Ain't that his baby sis', get up in this Mayby' miss\n\n  Before I pull this curb and start swerving like baby sis\n  If he heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing\n  You send a message when you kill a ***** third cousin\n  Niece, nephew, they gonna need Tef' too\n\n  This'll a go in and out they chest like a breath do\n  You Clay Aiken-soft, you playing games until this red light's on ya\n  It's like the Playstation's off, Smith and Wesson work, Luger nine labor\n  Professional like they did me on majors\n\n  This is family, do not cross the brothers\n  I'll put you in the box, one hand across the other\n  A small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother\n  One of your grandparents, even your baby brother\n\n  'Cause everybody knows, everybody goes\n  I want them in coffins, everybody's closed\n  Related by the streets, this is family beef\n  So better not touch a branch on this family tree\n  *****\n"},{"id":18227722,"name":"This Is Family Ft. 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Fox, I got family ties\nPosing us can't be wise, swept across the family dies\nSomething small as a look, can bring about a man's demise\nAnd whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive\n\nThrow the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing\nNine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition\nPut him in formal dress, right hand across the left\nNo autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death\n\nSix shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath\nSkin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest\nThat's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers\nSpray 'em, but I'm no painter to this here, I'm no stranger\n\nIt's obvious, you no bangers, you dudes pose no danger\nYour whole crew chumps, in the closet like coat hangers\nLike purple broke up in the dutch leave you broke up on a crush\nThat's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch\n\nWe gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too\nPut both of your parents side by side in I.C.U\nClosed casket so they can't have a proper wake\nDon't interfere with family business, that's how we operate\n\nYo, ***** is letting birds turn the tables on they squad\nNeed help with a jump, got some cables in the car\n'Cause they all become nondescript\nWhen something bright is on your wrist\n\nLike you repping the bionic six\nWho wanna fire? When guns fire, your lungs tire\nI'm an idol, ***** this Sanjaya, now who wanna try us\nThat four, five will spit, I'll slump you in the driver seat\nAnd make you really ghost ride the whip\n\nIt's real talk, shade ***** couldn't get a tan from me\n'Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money\nSoon as his un-tuck BAM, talking about you touch grams\nI'm coming through your window something like, Brother Man\n\nIt's just who we are, if I see yar, it's E.R\nVacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star, tell me how they gonna manage\nLetting off Virgina Tech's now, dudes ain't even safe on campus\nGotta spaz on cowards\n\nEvery twenty four, every half hour, ***** be trying to be Jack Bauer\nSo, let fam' keep talking\nAnd you won't need 'A Weekend At Bernie's'\nIf you trying to see a 'Dead Man Walking'\n\nI guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off *****\nCallouses on my pop finger, pop off *****\nPop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump\n'Fore them bodies drop 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Fox, I got family ties\n  Posing us can't be wise, swept across the family dies\n  Something small as a look, can bring about a man's demise\n  And whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive\n\n  Throw the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing\n  Nine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition\n  Put him in formal dress, right hand across the left\n  No autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death\n\n  Six shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath\n  Skin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest\n  That's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers\n  Spray 'em, but I'm no painter to this here, I'm no stranger\n\n  It's obvious, you no bangers, you dudes pose no danger\n  Your whole crew chumps, in the closet like coat hangers\n  Like purple broke up in the dutch leave you broke up on a crush\n  That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch\n\n  We gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too\n  Put both of your parents side by side in I.C.U\n  Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake\n  Don't interfere with family business, that's how we operate\n\n  Yo, ***** is letting birds turn the tables on they squad\n  Need help with a jump, got some cables in the car\n  'Cause they all become nondescript\n  When something bright is on your wrist\n\n  Like you repping the bionic six\n  Who wanna fire? When guns fire, your lungs tire\n  I'm an idol, ***** this Sanjaya, now who wanna try us\n  That four, five will spit, I'll slump you in the driver seat\n  And make you really ghost ride the whip\n\n  It's real talk, shade ***** couldn't get a tan from me\n  'Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money\n  Soon as his un-tuck BAM, talking about you touch grams\n  I'm coming through your window something like, Brother Man\n\n  It's just who we are, if I see yar, it's E.R\n  Vacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star, tell me how they gonna manage\n  Letting off Virgina Tech's now, dudes ain't even safe on campus\n  Gotta spaz on cowards\n\n  Every twenty four, every half hour, ***** be trying to be Jack Bauer\n  So, let fam' keep talking\n  And you won't need 'A Weekend At Bernie's'\n  If you trying to see a 'Dead Man Walking'\n\n  I guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off *****\n  Callouses on my pop finger, pop off *****\n  Pop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump\n  'Fore them bodies drop out, six glocks in the trunk\n\n  Chef boy supplying, whip whop is drying\n  When they move that, more whip whop arriving\n  And my connect from Phoenix, the connect named Phoenix\n  Still keep the iron like my right hand anemic\n\n  For for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason\n  Blood work, nobody leaving this ***** breathing\n  ***** on the low, kidnapped my flow\n  Coulda asked for it, I woulda gift wrapped my flow\n\n  Don't gotta ask for it, I'm gonna sit back the fo'\n  Flip it around, let the handle crack ya jaw\n  East side, west side, I'll be in my Converse\n  This a convict rapping, it's a con's verse\n\n  Arm and Hammer mis-man, 'Los, Joey, or Ris-am\n  All they gotta do is chirpand them things are gonna blis-am\n  Shake down, fiz-am straight from the Brooklyn borough\n  That never riz-an, block-ay block-ay\n\n  Now if they get me on wire traces\n  I'm gonna die in comstaat\n  I got prior cases from riding with firearms cocked\n  Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block\n\n  Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock\n  I get his legs, you grab him by arms ock\n  We gonna go this liar harm while his crying moms watch\n  Last seen in Brooklyn, they found in a Bronx lot\n\n  Rifles on the roof, yeah, we got him by a long shot\n  We don't fire warning shots, ***** fire on swat\n  And if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot\n  I'm from the hood, so I'm supplying bomb rock\n\n  'Round here that's better than buying some Viacom stock\n  Look, you can't hold nothing, but I got a shell to give\n  I'll make his relative show me where the fella live\n  Ain't that his baby sis', get up in this Mayby' miss\n\n  Before I pull this curb and start swerving like baby sis\n  If he heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing\n  You send a message when you kill a ***** third cousin\n  Niece, nephew, they gonna need Tef' too\n\n  This'll a go in and out they chest like a breath do\n  You Clay Aiken-soft, you playing games until this red light's on ya\n  It's like the Playstation's off, Smith and Wesson work, Luger nine labor\n  Professional like they did me on majors\n\n  This is family, do not cross the brothers\n  I'll put you in the box, one hand across the other\n  A small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother\n  One of your grandparents, even your baby brother\n\n  'Cause everybody knows, everybody goes\n  I want them in coffins, everybody's closed\n  Related by the streets, this is family beef\n  So better not touch a branch on this family tree\n  *****\n"},{"id":20970151,"name":"This Is Family (Ft. 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Fox, I got family ties\nPosing us can't be wise, swept across the family dies\nSomething small as a look, can bring about a man's demise\nAnd whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive\n\nThrow the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing\nNine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition\nPut him in formal dress, right hand across the left\nNo autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death\n\nSix shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath\nSkin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest\nThat's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers\nSpray 'em, but I'm no painter to this here, I'm no stranger\n\nIt's obvious, you no bangers, you dudes pose no danger\nYour whole crew chumps, in the closet like coat hangers\nLike purple broke up in the dutch leave you broke up on a crush\nThat's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch\n\nWe gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too\nPut both of your parents side by side in I.C.U\nClosed casket so they can't have a proper wake\nDon't interfere with family business, that's how we operate\n\nYo, ***** is letting birds turn the tables on they squad\nNeed help with a jump, got some cables in the car\n'Cause they all become nondescript\nWhen something bright is on your wrist\n\nLike you repping the bionic six\nWho wanna fire? When guns fire, your lungs tire\nI'm an idol, ***** this Sanjaya, now who wanna try us\nThat four, five will spit, I'll slump you in the driver seat\nAnd make you really ghost ride the whip\n\nIt's real talk, shade ***** couldn't get a tan from me\n'Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money\nSoon as his un-tuck BAM, talking about you touch grams\nI'm coming through your window something like, Brother Man\n\nIt's just who we are, if I see yar, it's E.R\nVacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star, tell me how they gonna manage\nLetting off Virgina Tech's now, dudes ain't even safe on campus\nGotta spaz on cowards\n\nEvery twenty four, every half hour, ***** be trying to be Jack Bauer\nSo, let fam' keep talking\nAnd you won't need 'A Weekend At Bernie's'\nIf you trying to see a 'Dead Man Walking'\n\nI guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off *****\nCallouses on my pop finger, pop off *****\nPop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump\n'Fore them bodies drop out, six glocks in the trunk\n\nChef boy supplying, whip whop is drying\nWhen they move that, more whip whop arriving\nAnd my connect from Phoenix, the connect named Phoenix\nStill keep the iron like my right hand anemic\n\nFor for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason\nBlood work, nobody leaving this ***** breathing\n***** on the low, kidnapped my flow\nCoulda asked for it, I woulda gift wrapped my flow\n\nDon't gotta ask for it, I'm gonna sit back the fo'\nFlip it around, let the handle crack ya jaw\nEast side, west side, I'll be in my Converse\nThis a convict rapping, it's a con's verse\n\nArm and Hammer mis-man, 'Los, Joey, or Ris-am\nAll they gotta do is chirpand them things are gonna blis-am\nShake down, fiz-am straight from the Brooklyn borough\nThat never riz-an, block-ay block-ay\n\nNow if they get me on wire traces\nI'm gonna die in comstaat\nI got prior cases from riding with firearms cocked\nFire bomb box, set up by your mom's block\n\nGo off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock\nI get his legs, you grab him by arms ock\nWe gonna go this liar harm while his crying moms watch\nLast seen in Brooklyn, they found in a Bronx lot\n\nRifles on the roof, yeah, we got him by a long shot\nWe don't fire warning shots, ***** fire on swat\nAnd if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot\nI'm from the hood, so I'm supplying bomb rock\n\n'Round here that's better than buying some Viacom stock\nLook, you can't hold nothing, but I got a shell to give\nI'll make his relative show me where the fella live\nAin't that his baby sis', get up in this Mayby' miss\n\nBefore I pull this curb and start swerving like baby sis\nIf he heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing\nYou send a message when you kill a ***** third cousin\nNiece, nephew, they gonna need Tef' too\n\nThis'll a go in and out they chest like a breath do\nYou Clay Aiken-soft, you playing games until this red light's on ya\nIt's like the Playstation's off, Smith and Wesson work, Luger nine 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Fox, I got family ties\n  Posing us can't be wise, swept across the family dies\n  Something small as a look, can bring about a man's demise\n  And whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive\n\n  Throw the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing\n  Nine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition\n  Put him in formal dress, right hand across the left\n  No autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death\n\n  Six shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath\n  Skin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest\n  That's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers\n  Spray 'em, but I'm no painter to this here, I'm no stranger\n\n  It's obvious, you no bangers, you dudes pose no danger\n  Your whole crew chumps, in the closet like coat hangers\n  Like purple broke up in the dutch leave you broke up on a crush\n  That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch\n\n  We gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too\n  Put both of your parents side by side in I.C.U\n  Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake\n  Don't interfere with family business, that's how we operate\n\n  Yo, ***** is letting birds turn the tables on they squad\n  Need help with a jump, got some cables in the car\n  'Cause they all become nondescript\n  When something bright is on your wrist\n\n  Like you repping the bionic six\n  Who wanna fire? When guns fire, your lungs tire\n  I'm an idol, ***** this Sanjaya, now who wanna try us\n  That four, five will spit, I'll slump you in the driver seat\n  And make you really ghost ride the whip\n\n  It's real talk, shade ***** couldn't get a tan from me\n  'Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money\n  Soon as his un-tuck BAM, talking about you touch grams\n  I'm coming through your window something like, Brother Man\n\n  It's just who we are, if I see yar, it's E.R\n  Vacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star, tell me how they gonna manage\n  Letting off Virgina Tech's now, dudes ain't even safe on campus\n  Gotta spaz on cowards\n\n  Every twenty four, every half hour, ***** be trying to be Jack Bauer\n  So, let fam' keep talking\n  And you won't need 'A Weekend At Bernie's'\n  If you trying to see a 'Dead Man Walking'\n\n  I guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off *****\n  Callouses on my pop finger, pop off *****\n  Pop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump\n  'Fore them bodies drop out, six glocks in the trunk\n\n  Chef boy supplying, whip whop is drying\n  When they move that, more whip whop arriving\n  And my connect from Phoenix, the connect named Phoenix\n  Still keep the iron like my right hand anemic\n\n  For for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason\n  Blood work, nobody leaving this ***** breathing\n  ***** on the low, kidnapped my flow\n  Coulda asked for it, I woulda gift wrapped my flow\n\n  Don't gotta ask for it, I'm gonna sit back the fo'\n  Flip it around, let the handle crack ya jaw\n  East side, west side, I'll be in my Converse\n  This a convict rapping, it's a con's verse\n\n  Arm and Hammer mis-man, 'Los, Joey, or Ris-am\n  All they gotta do is chirpand them things are gonna blis-am\n  Shake down, fiz-am straight from the Brooklyn borough\n  That never riz-an, block-ay block-ay\n\n  Now if they get me on wire traces\n  I'm gonna die in comstaat\n  I got prior cases from riding with firearms cocked\n  Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block\n\n  Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock\n  I get his legs, you grab him by arms ock\n  We gonna go this liar harm while his crying moms watch\n  Last seen in Brooklyn, they found in a Bronx lot\n\n  Rifles on the roof, yeah, we got him by a long shot\n  We don't fire warning shots, ***** fire on swat\n  And if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot\n  I'm from the hood, so I'm supplying bomb rock\n\n  'Round here that's better than buying some Viacom stock\n  Look, you can't hold nothing, but I got a shell to give\n  I'll make his relative show me where the fella live\n  Ain't that his baby sis', get up in this Mayby' miss\n\n  Before I pull this curb and start swerving like baby sis\n  If he heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing\n  You send a message when you kill a ***** third cousin\n  Niece, nephew, they gonna need Tef' too\n\n  This'll a go in and out they chest like a breath do\n  You Clay Aiken-soft, you playing games until this red light's on ya\n  It's like the Playstation's off, Smith and Wesson work, Luger nine labor\n  Professional like they did me on majors\n\n  This is family, do not cross the brothers\n  I'll put you in the box, one hand across the other\n  A small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother\n  One of your grandparents, even your baby brother\n\n  'Cause everybody knows, everybody goes\n  I want them in coffins, everybody's closed\n  Related by the streets, this is family beef\n  So better not touch a branch on this family tree\n  *****\n"},{"id":25073958,"name":"This Is Family (feat. 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Fox, I got family ties\nPosing us can't be wise, swept across the family dies\nSomething small as a look, can bring about a man's demise\nAnd whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive\n\nThrow the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing\nNine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition\nPut him in formal dress, right hand across the left\nNo autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death\n\nSix shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath\nSkin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest\nThat's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers\nSpray 'em, but I'm no painter to this here, I'm no stranger\n\nIt's obvious, you no bangers, you dudes pose no danger\nYour whole crew chumps, in the closet like coat hangers\nLike purple broke up in the dutch leave you broke up on a crush\nThat's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch\n\nWe gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too\nPut both of your parents side by side in I.C.U\nClosed casket so they can't have a proper wake\nDon't interfere with family business, that's how we operate\n\nYo, ***** is letting birds turn the tables on they squad\nNeed help with a jump, got some cables in the car\n'Cause they all become nondescript\nWhen something bright is on your wrist\n\nLike you repping the bionic six\nWho wanna fire? When guns fire, your lungs tire\nI'm an idol, ***** this Sanjaya, now who wanna try us\nThat four, five will spit, I'll slump you in the driver seat\nAnd make you really ghost ride the whip\n\nIt's real talk, shade ***** couldn't get a tan from me\n'Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money\nSoon as his un-tuck BAM, talking about you touch grams\nI'm coming through your window something like, Brother Man\n\nIt's just who we are, if I see yar, it's E.R\nVacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star, tell me how they gonna manage\nLetting off Virgina Tech's now, dudes ain't even safe on campus\nGotta spaz on cowards\n\nEvery twenty four, every half hour, ***** be trying to be Jack Bauer\nSo, let fam' keep talking\nAnd you won't need 'A Weekend At Bernie's'\nIf you trying to see a 'Dead Man Walking'\n\nI guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off *****\nCallouses on my pop finger, pop off *****\nPop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump\n'Fore them bodies drop out, six glocks in the trunk\n\nChef boy supplying, whip whop is drying\nWhen they move that, more whip whop arriving\nAnd my connect from Phoenix, the connect named Phoenix\nStill keep the iron like my right hand anemic\n\nFor for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason\nBlood work, nobody leaving this ***** breathing\n***** on the low, kidnapped my flow\nCoulda asked for it, I woulda gift wrapped my flow\n\nDon't gotta ask for it, I'm gonna sit back the fo'\nFlip it around, let the handle crack ya jaw\nEast side, west side, I'll be in my Converse\nThis a convict rapping, it's a con's verse\n\nArm and Hammer mis-man, 'Los, Joey, or Ris-am\nAll they gotta do is chirpand them things are gonna blis-am\nShake down, fiz-am straight from the Brooklyn borough\nThat never riz-an, block-ay block-ay\n\nNow if they get me on wire traces\nI'm gonna die in comstaat\nI got prior cases from riding with firearms cocked\nFire bomb box, set up by your mom's block\n\nGo off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock\nI get his legs, you grab him by arms ock\nWe gonna go this liar harm while his crying moms watch\nLast seen in Brooklyn, they found in a Bronx lot\n\nRifles on the roof, yeah, we got him by a long shot\nWe don't fire warning shots, ***** fire on swat\nAnd if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot\nI'm from the hood, so I'm supplying bomb rock\n\n'Round here that's better than buying some Viacom stock\nLook, you can't hold nothing, but I got a shell to give\nI'll make his relative show me where the fella live\nAin't that his baby sis', get up in this Mayby' miss\n\nBefore I pull this curb and start swerving like baby sis\nIf he heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing\nYou send a message when you kill a ***** third cousin\nNiece, nephew, they gonna need Tef' too\n\nThis'll a go in and out they chest like a breath do\nYou Clay Aiken-soft, you playing games until this red light's on ya\nIt's like the Playstation's off, Smith and Wesson work, Luger nine 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Fox, I got family ties\n  Posing us can't be wise, swept across the family dies\n  Something small as a look, can bring about a man's demise\n  And whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive\n\n  Throw the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing\n  Nine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition\n  Put him in formal dress, right hand across the left\n  No autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death\n\n  Six shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath\n  Skin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest\n  That's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers\n  Spray 'em, but I'm no painter to this here, I'm no stranger\n\n  It's obvious, you no bangers, you dudes pose no danger\n  Your whole crew chumps, in the closet like coat hangers\n  Like purple broke up in the dutch leave you broke up on a crush\n  That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch\n\n  We gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too\n  Put both of your parents side by side in I.C.U\n  Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake\n  Don't interfere with family business, that's how we operate\n\n  Yo, ***** is letting birds turn the tables on they squad\n  Need help with a jump, got some cables in the car\n  'Cause they all become nondescript\n  When something bright is on your wrist\n\n  Like you repping the bionic six\n  Who wanna fire? When guns fire, your lungs tire\n  I'm an idol, ***** this Sanjaya, now who wanna try us\n  That four, five will spit, I'll slump you in the driver seat\n  And make you really ghost ride the whip\n\n  It's real talk, shade ***** couldn't get a tan from me\n  'Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money\n  Soon as his un-tuck BAM, talking about you touch grams\n  I'm coming through your window something like, Brother Man\n\n  It's just who we are, if I see yar, it's E.R\n  Vacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star, tell me how they gonna manage\n  Letting off Virgina Tech's now, dudes ain't even safe on campus\n  Gotta spaz on cowards\n\n  Every twenty four, every half hour, ***** be trying to be Jack Bauer\n  So, let fam' keep talking\n  And you won't need 'A Weekend At Bernie's'\n  If you trying to see a 'Dead Man Walking'\n\n  I guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off *****\n  Callouses on my pop finger, pop off *****\n  Pop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump\n  'Fore them bodies drop out, six glocks in the trunk\n\n  Chef boy supplying, whip whop is drying\n  When they move that, more whip whop arriving\n  And my connect from Phoenix, the connect named Phoenix\n  Still keep the iron like my right hand anemic\n\n  For for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason\n  Blood work, nobody leaving this ***** breathing\n  ***** on the low, kidnapped my flow\n  Coulda asked for it, I woulda gift wrapped my flow\n\n  Don't gotta ask for it, I'm gonna sit back the fo'\n  Flip it around, let the handle crack ya jaw\n  East side, west side, I'll be in my Converse\n  This a convict rapping, it's a con's verse\n\n  Arm and Hammer mis-man, 'Los, Joey, or Ris-am\n  All they gotta do is chirpand them things are gonna blis-am\n  Shake down, fiz-am straight from the Brooklyn borough\n  That never riz-an, block-ay block-ay\n\n  Now if they get me on wire traces\n  I'm gonna die in comstaat\n  I got prior cases from riding with firearms cocked\n  Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block\n\n  Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock\n  I get his legs, you grab him by arms ock\n  We gonna go this liar harm while his crying moms watch\n  Last seen in Brooklyn, they found in a Bronx lot\n\n  Rifles on the roof, yeah, we got him by a long shot\n  We don't fire warning shots, ***** fire on swat\n  And if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot\n  I'm from the hood, so I'm supplying bomb rock\n\n  'Round here that's better than buying some Viacom stock\n  Look, you can't hold nothing, but I got a shell to give\n  I'll make his relative show me where the fella live\n  Ain't that his baby sis', get up in this Mayby' miss\n\n  Before I pull this curb and start swerving like baby sis\n  If he heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing\n  You send a message when you kill a ***** third cousin\n  Niece, nephew, they gonna need Tef' too\n\n  This'll a go in and out they chest like a breath do\n  You Clay Aiken-soft, you playing games until this red light's on ya\n  It's like the Playstation's off, Smith and Wesson work, Luger nine labor\n  Professional like they did me on majors\n\n  This is family, do not cross the brothers\n  I'll put you in the box, one hand across the other\n  A small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother\n  One of your grandparents, even your baby brother\n\n  'Cause everybody knows, everybody goes\n  I want them in coffins, everybody's closed\n  Related by the streets, this is family beef\n  So better not touch a branch on this family tree\n  *****\n"},{"id":22668738,"name":"This Is Family Feat. 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Fox, I got family ties\nPosing us can't be wise, swept across the family dies\nSomething small as a look, can bring about a man's demise\nAnd whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive\n\nThrow the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing\nNine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition\nPut him in formal dress, right hand across the left\nNo autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death\n\nSix shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath\nSkin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest\nThat's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers\nSpray 'em, but I'm no painter to this here, I'm no stranger\n\nIt's obvious, you no bangers, you dudes pose no danger\nYour whole crew chumps, in the closet like coat hangers\nLike purple broke up in the dutch leave you broke up on a crush\nThat's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch\n\nWe gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too\nPut both of your parents side by side in I.C.U\nClosed casket so they can't have a proper wake\nDon't interfere with family business, that's how we operate\n\nYo, ***** is letting birds turn the tables on they squad\nNeed help with a jump, got some cables in the car\n'Cause they all become nondescript\nWhen something bright is on your wrist\n\nLike you repping the bionic six\nWho wanna fire? When guns fire, your lungs tire\nI'm an idol, ***** this Sanjaya, now who wanna try us\nThat four, five will spit, I'll slump you in the driver seat\nAnd make you really ghost ride the whip\n\nIt's real talk, shade ***** couldn't get a tan from me\n'Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money\nSoon as his un-tuck BAM, talking about you touch grams\nI'm coming through your window something like, Brother Man\n\nIt's just who we are, if I see yar, it's E.R\nVacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star, tell me how they gonna manage\nLetting off Virgina Tech's now, dudes ain't even safe on campus\nGotta spaz on cowards\n\nEvery twenty four, every half hour, ***** be trying to be Jack Bauer\nSo, let fam' keep talking\nAnd you won't need 'A Weekend At Bernie's'\nIf you trying to see a 'Dead Man Walking'\n\nI guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off *****\nCallouses on my pop finger, pop off *****\nPop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump\n'Fore them bodies drop 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by alarm clock\nI get his legs, you grab him by arms ock\nWe gonna go this liar harm while his crying moms watch\nLast seen in Brooklyn, they found in a Bronx lot\n\nRifles on the roof, yeah, we got him by a long shot\nWe don't fire warning shots, ***** fire on swat\nAnd if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot\nI'm from the hood, so I'm supplying bomb rock\n\n'Round here that's better than buying some Viacom stock\nLook, you can't hold nothing, but I got a shell to give\nI'll make his relative show me where the fella live\nAin't that his baby sis', get up in this Mayby' miss\n\nBefore I pull this curb and start swerving like baby sis\nIf he heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing\nYou send a message when you kill a ***** third cousin\nNiece, nephew, they gonna need Tef' too\n\nThis'll a go in and out they chest like a breath do\nYou Clay Aiken-soft, you playing games until this red light's on ya\nIt's like the Playstation's off, Smith and Wesson work, Luger nine 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Fox, I got family ties\n  Posing us can't be wise, swept across the family dies\n  Something small as a look, can bring about a man's demise\n  And whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive\n\n  Throw the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing\n  Nine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition\n  Put him in formal dress, right hand across the left\n  No autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death\n\n  Six shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath\n  Skin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest\n  That's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers\n  Spray 'em, but I'm no painter to this here, I'm no stranger\n\n  It's obvious, you no bangers, you dudes pose no danger\n  Your whole crew chumps, in the closet like coat hangers\n  Like purple broke up in the dutch leave you broke up on a crush\n  That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch\n\n  We gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too\n  Put both of your parents side by side in I.C.U\n  Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake\n  Don't interfere with family business, that's how we operate\n\n  Yo, ***** is letting birds turn the tables on they squad\n  Need help with a jump, got some cables in the car\n  'Cause they all become nondescript\n  When something bright is on your wrist\n\n  Like you repping the bionic six\n  Who wanna fire? When guns fire, your lungs tire\n  I'm an idol, ***** this Sanjaya, now who wanna try us\n  That four, five will spit, I'll slump you in the driver seat\n  And make you really ghost ride the whip\n\n  It's real talk, shade ***** couldn't get a tan from me\n  'Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money\n  Soon as his un-tuck BAM, talking about you touch grams\n  I'm coming through your window something like, Brother Man\n\n  It's just who we are, if I see yar, it's E.R\n  Vacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star, tell me how they gonna manage\n  Letting off Virgina Tech's now, dudes ain't even safe on campus\n  Gotta spaz on cowards\n\n  Every twenty four, every half hour, ***** be trying to be Jack Bauer\n  So, let fam' keep talking\n  And you won't need 'A Weekend At Bernie's'\n  If you trying to see a 'Dead Man Walking'\n\n  I guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off *****\n  Callouses on my pop finger, pop off *****\n  Pop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump\n  'Fore them bodies drop out, six glocks in the trunk\n\n  Chef boy supplying, whip whop is drying\n  When they move that, more whip whop arriving\n  And my connect from Phoenix, the connect named Phoenix\n  Still keep the iron like my right hand anemic\n\n  For for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason\n  Blood work, nobody leaving this ***** breathing\n  ***** on the low, kidnapped my flow\n  Coulda asked for it, I woulda gift wrapped my flow\n\n  Don't gotta ask for it, I'm gonna sit back the fo'\n  Flip it around, let the handle crack ya jaw\n  East side, west side, I'll be in my Converse\n  This a convict rapping, it's a con's verse\n\n  Arm and Hammer mis-man, 'Los, Joey, or Ris-am\n  All they gotta do is chirpand them things are gonna blis-am\n  Shake down, fiz-am straight from the Brooklyn borough\n  That never riz-an, block-ay block-ay\n\n  Now if they get me on wire traces\n  I'm gonna die in comstaat\n  I got prior cases from riding with firearms cocked\n  Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block\n\n  Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock\n  I get his legs, you grab him by arms ock\n  We gonna go this liar harm while his crying moms watch\n  Last seen in Brooklyn, they found in a Bronx lot\n\n  Rifles on the roof, yeah, we got him by a long shot\n  We don't fire warning shots, ***** fire on swat\n  And if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot\n  I'm from the hood, so I'm supplying bomb rock\n\n  'Round here that's better than buying some Viacom stock\n  Look, you can't hold nothing, but I got a shell to give\n  I'll make his relative show me where the fella live\n  Ain't that his baby sis', get up in this Mayby' miss\n\n  Before I pull this curb and start swerving like baby sis\n  If he heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing\n  You send a message when you kill a ***** third cousin\n  Niece, nephew, they gonna need Tef' too\n\n  This'll a go in and out they chest like a breath do\n  You Clay Aiken-soft, you playing games until this red light's on ya\n  It's like the Playstation's off, Smith and Wesson work, Luger nine labor\n  Professional like they did me on majors\n\n  This is family, do not cross the brothers\n  I'll put you in the box, one hand across the other\n  A small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother\n  One of your grandparents, even your baby brother\n\n  'Cause everybody knows, everybody goes\n  I want them in coffins, everybody's closed\n  Related by the streets, this is family beef\n  So better not touch a branch on this family tree\n  *****\n"},{"id":26380822,"name":"This Is Family (Feat. 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Fox, I got family ties\nOpposing us can't be wise, whoever cross the family dies\nSomething small as a look can bring about a man's demise\nAnd whoever he stands beside, hit 'em where he can't survive\nThrow the drop, I'm slipping, objective not to miss him\nNine-shot pop a clip and pine box the opposition\nPut him in formal dress, right hand across the left\nNo autopsy necessary, determine the cause of death\nSix shots across the chest, should explain his loss of breath\nSkin peeled off the flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest\nThat's a no-brainer, I'm coming with both flamers\nSpraying but I'm no painter, to this, hey, I'm no stranger\nIt's obvious you're no bangers, you dudes pose no danger\nYour whole crew chumps in the closet like coat hangers\nLike purple broke up in the Dutch, leave you broke up on a crutch\nThat's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch\nWe gon' body you and have to hook your wife up to an IV tube\nPut both of your parents side by side in the ICU\nClosed casket so they can't have a proper wake\nDon't interfere with family business, that's how we operate\n\nNiggas is letting birds turn the tables on they squad\nYou need help with a jump, got some cables in the car\n'Cause they all become nondescript\nWhen something bright is on your wrist\nLike you repping the Bionic Six, you on fire\nWhen guns fire, your lungs tire\nI'm an idol, niggas is sons, y'all, now who wanna try it?\nThat four-five'll spit, I slump you in the driver's seat\nAnd make you really go try at the whip\nIt's real talk, shade niggas couldn't get a tan from me\n'Cause I'll get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money\nSoon as it's untucked, blam, talking 'bout you touch grams\nI'm coming through your window, something like Bruh-Man\nIt's just who we are, if I see y'all, it's ER\nVacay in PR, shirt and jeans G-Star\nTell me how they gon' manage\nLetting off Virginia TECs now, dudes ain't even safe on campus\nGot a spaz on cowards\nEvery twenty-four, every half hour, niggas be trying to be Jack Bauer\nSo let fam keep talking\nAnd you gon' need a weekend at Bernie's\nIf you trying to get back down walking\n\nI guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off, nigga\nCalluses on my pop finger, pop off, nigga\nPop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off, dump\nFor them bodies, got 'bout six slots in the trunk\nChef Boy supplying, wic wop is drying\nWhen they move that more wic wop arriving\nAnd my connect from Phoenix, his connect named Felix\nStill keep the iron like my right hand anemic\nFor the family, I be squeezing, no reason\nBlood work, nobody leaving this bitch breathing\nNiggas on the low kidnap my flow\nCoulda asked for it, I woulda gift-wrapped my flow\nDon't gotta ask for it, I'm gon' sit back the four\nFlip it around, let the handle crack your jaw\nEast side, west side, I be in my Converse\nThis a convict rapping, it's a con's verse\nArm & Hammer mizzan, Los, Joey, or Rizzan\nAll they gotta do is chirp and them things gon' blizzam\nShakedown fizzam\nStraight from the Brooklyn borough that never rizzam, blaka, blaka\n\nNow if they get me on wire traces, I'ma die in Comstock\nI got prior cases for riding with firearms cocked\nFirebomb box set up by your mom's block\nGo off on time 'cause it's wired by alarm clock\nI get his legs, you grab him by his arm, ahk\nWe gon' do this lion harm while his crying moms watch\nLast seen in Brooklyn, they found him by a Bronx lot\nRifle from the roof, yeah, we got him by a long shot\nWe don't fire warn shots, niggas fire on SWAT\nAnd if they get me, Brooklyn gon' riot on spot\nI'm from the hood, so I'm supplying bombrock\n'Round here, that's better than buying from Viacom stock\nLook, you can't hold nothing but I got a shell to give\nI make his relatives show me where the fella live\nAin't that his baby sis? Get up in this labiness\n'Fore I pull his curtains, start squirting like Baby Kiss\nIf he ain't heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing\nYou send a message when you kill a nigga third cousin\nNiece, nephew, they gon' need Tef too\nThis'll go in and out they chest like a breath do\nYou Clay Aiken soft, you playing games 'til there's red lights on ya\nIt's like the PlayStation's off\nSmith & Wesson work, Luger 9 labor\nProfessional shit like they did Leon's neighbors\nThis is family, nigga, do not cross the brothers\nI'll put you in a box, one hand across the other\nA small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother\nOne of your grandparents, even your baby brother\n'Cause everybody knows, everybody goes\nI want 'em in coffins, everybody's closed\nRelated by the streets, this is family, B\nSo you better not touch a branch on this family tree, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.86] Where the fuck's all these niggas saying Ran isn't hot?\n[00:05.70] I damage the block, I scramble like Randall with rocks\n[00:08.89] I'm that nigga in the gambling spot\n[00:11.06] Cracking jokes and drinking liquor, you still gotta hand me a guap\n[00:14.78] I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots, razor on the plate\n[00:18.27] Tryna figure out how many grams I'ma chop\n[00:20.82] Family or not, some niggas making plans with the cops\n[00:23.82] Tryna figure out how to make this animal stop\n[00:26.87] Who these niggas tryna take down, break down, trey-pound\n[00:30.26] Eight rounds, he ain't feeling nothing from the waist down\n[00:33.34] Hit up, lit up, he never gon' get up\n[00:36.06] There's only one legend alive, the rest you gotta dig up\n[00:39.01] You acting like it's hard to roast ya\n[00:41.16] I'll creep in your crib and put your brains on your Barkley posters\n[00:44.98] Got no time to be boxing around, I got the ox and the pound\n[00:48.66] I'll leave you in a box in the ground\n[00:50.85] Got the keys to the game and we locking this down\n[00:53.83] Underwater with the sharks and we not gonna drown\n[00:56.84] Got the order from the narcs, they still watching the town\n[00:59.60] I'm copping the pound, there ain't no stopping us now, my nigga\n[01:03.48] Your clique trip, clip spit, get your strip wet\n[01:06.44] I got the rubber grip Smith in my rich sweats\n[01:09.59] Player haters talking 'bout they gon' get Freck\n[01:12.43] I'm in the Lam' sunk lower than a shipwreck\n[01:15.38] They call me bar for bar 'cause I spit the better lines\n[01:18.41] The white bitch got me rich like Federline\n[01:21.56] Fuck a G-pack, I show you how to re-crack\n[01:24.45] You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac\n[01:27.36] The weed good price, plus it smoke so special\n[01:30.52] Three thousand for a pound of some Dro Pesci\n[01:33.35] Y'all niggas only talkers, I'll let my homies spark ya\n[01:36.43] We in them Spurs that's faster than Tony Parker\n[01:39.42] This is family, nigga, do never cross my brother\n[01:42.54] Like Big Worm, niggas rather cross they mother\n[01:45.50] Mention names in my family tree\n[01:47.90] This nigga talking crazy like insanity plea\n[01:50.71] I swear to God the next nigga I give it to\n[01:53.92] Is going to a place FedEx can't deliver to\n[01:57.33] I'm West Philly Freck, yeah, I get dirty\n[02:00.49] I'm the best, hands down like six-thirty\n[02:03.78] Look, like Michael J. Fox, I got family ties\n[02:06.17] Opposing us can't be wise, whoever cross the family dies\n[02:09.25] Something small as a look can bring about a man's demise\n[02:12.10] And whoever he stands beside, hit 'em where he can't survive\n[02:15.53] Throw the drop, I'm slipping, objective not to miss him\n[02:18.24] Nine-shot pop a clip and pine box the opposition\n[02:21.46] Put him in formal dress, right hand across the left\n[02:24.09] No autopsy necessary, determine the cause of death\n[02:27.28] Six shots across the chest, should explain his loss of breath\n[02:30.30] Skin peeled off the flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest\n[02:33.70] That's a no-brainer, I'm coming with both flamers\n[02:36.26] Spraying but I'm no painter, to this, hey, I'm no stranger\n[02:39.15] It's obvious you're no bangers, you dudes pose no danger\n[02:42.59] Your whole crew chumps in the closet like coat hangers\n[02:45.49] Like purple broke up in the Dutch, leave you broke up on a crutch\n[02:48.43] That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch\n[02:50.80] We gon' body you and have to hook your wife up to an IV tube\n[02:54.16] Put both of your parents side by side in the ICU\n[02:57.59] Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake\n[03:00.07] Don't interfere with family business, that's how we operate\n[03:03.09] Niggas is letting birds turn the tables on they squad\n[03:06.04] You need help with a jump, got some cables in the car\n[03:08.80] 'Cause they all become nondescript\n[03:11.01] When something bright is on your wrist\n[03:12.69] Like you repping the Bionic Six, you on fire\n[03:15.91] When guns fire, your lungs tire\n[03:17.82] I'm an idol, niggas is sons, y'all, now who wanna try it?\n[03:21.40] That four-five'll spit, I slump you in the driver's seat\n[03:24.43] And make you really go try at the whip\n[03:26.65] It's real talk, shade niggas couldn't get a tan from me\n[03:29.90] 'Cause I'll get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money\n[03:33.02] Soon as it's untucked, blam, talking 'bout you touch grams\n[03:36.02] I'm coming through your window, something like Bruh-Man\n[03:39.35] It's just who we are, if I see y'all, it's ER\n[03:42.22] Vacay in PR, shirt and jeans G-Star\n[03:45.26] Tell me how they gon' manage\n[03:47.10] Letting off Virginia TECs now, dudes ain't even safe on campus\n[03:50.89] Got a spaz on cowards\n[03:52.85] Every twenty-four, every half hour, niggas be trying to be Jack Bauer\n[03:56.88] So let fam keep talking\n[03:58.69] And you gon' need a weekend at Bernie's\n[04:00.65] If you trying to get back down walking\n[04:02.04] I guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off, nigga\n[04:05.94] Calluses on my pop finger, pop off, nigga\n[04:08.94] Pop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off, dump\n[04:11.94] For them bodies, got 'bout six slots in the trunk\n[04:14.98] Chef Boy supplying, wic wop is drying\n[04:17.94] When they move that more wic wop arriving\n[04:20.91] And my connect from Phoenix, his connect named Felix\n[04:24.27] Still keep the iron like my right hand anemic\n[04:27.22] For the family, I be squeezing, no reason\n[04:30.22] Blood work, nobody leaving this bitch breathing\n[04:33.34] Niggas on the low kidnap my flow\n[04:35.97] Coulda asked for it, I woulda gift-wrapped my flow\n[04:38.77] Don't gotta ask for it, I'm gon' sit back the four\n[04:41.89] Flip it around, let the handle crack your jaw\n[04:44.98] East side, west side, I be in my Converse\n[04:47.93] This a convict rapping, it's a con's verse\n[04:51.22] Arm & Hammer mizzan, Los, Joey, or Rizzan\n[04:54.38] All they gotta do is chirp and them things gon' blizzam\n[04:57.38] Shakedown fizzam\n[04:58.60] Straight from the Brooklyn borough that never rizzam, blaka, blaka\n[05:02.60] Now if they get me on wire traces, I'ma die in Comstock\n[05:06.26] I got prior cases for riding with firearms cocked\n[05:09.53] Firebomb box set up by your mom's block\n[05:12.26] Go off on time 'cause it's wired by alarm clock\n[05:15.42] I get his legs, you grab him by his arm, ahk\n[05:18.15] We gon' do this lion harm while his crying moms watch\n[05:21.25] Last seen in Brooklyn, they found him by a Bronx lot\n[05:24.18] Rifle from the roof, yeah, we got him by a long shot\n[05:27.27] We don't fire warn shots, niggas fire on SWAT\n[05:30.46] And if they get me, Brooklyn gon' riot on spot\n[05:33.37] I'm from the hood, so I'm supplying bombrock\n[05:36.16] 'Round here, that's better than buying from Viacom stock\n[05:39.12] Look, you can't hold nothing but I got a shell to give\n[05:42.31] I make his relatives show me where the fella live\n[05:45.35] Ain't that his baby sis? Get up in this labiness\n[05:48.04] 'Fore I pull his curtains, start squirting like Baby Kiss\n[05:51.38] If he ain't heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing\n[05:54.35] You send a message when you kill a nigga third cousin\n[05:57.49] Niece, nephew, they gon' need Tef too\n[06:00.22] This'll go in and out they chest like a breath do\n[06:03.38] You Clay Aiken soft, you playing games 'til there's red lights on ya\n[06:07.53] It's like the PlayStation's off\n[06:09.58] Smith & Wesson work, Luger 9 labor\n[06:12.05] Professional shit like they did Leon's neighbors\n[06:15.43] This is family, nigga, do not cross the brothers\n[06:18.47] I'll put you in a box, one hand across the other\n[06:21.37] A small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother\n[06:24.45] One of your grandparents, even your baby brother\n[06:27.26] 'Cause everybody knows, everybody goes\n[06:30.36] I want 'em in coffins, everybody's closed\n[06:33.05] Related by the streets, this is family, B\n[06:35.86] So you better not touch a branch on this family tree, nigga\n[06:54.00] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: This Is Family (Feat. 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Get up in this labiness\n  'Fore I pull his curtains, start squirting like Baby Kiss\n  If he ain't heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing\n  You send a message when you kill a nigga third cousin\n  Niece, nephew, they gon' need Tef too\n  This'll go in and out they chest like a breath do\n  You Clay Aiken soft, you playing games 'til there's red lights on ya\n  It's like the PlayStation's off\n  Smith & Wesson work, Luger 9 labor\n  Professional shit like they did Leon's neighbors\n  This is family, nigga, do not cross the brothers\n  I'll put you in a box, one hand across the other\n  A small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother\n  One of your grandparents, even your baby brother\n  'Cause everybody knows, everybody goes\n  I want 'em in coffins, everybody's closed\n  Related by the streets, this is family, B\n  So you better not touch a branch on this family tree, nigga\n"},{"id":29920836,"name":"This Is Family (Featuring Ransom, Freck The Billionaire, Red Café, Joe Budden & Paul Cain)","trackName":"This Is Family (Featuring Ransom, Freck The Billionaire, Red Café, Joe Budden & Paul Cain)","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"From Nothin' to Somethin'","duration":414.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Where the fuck's all these niggas saying Ran isn't hot?\nI damage the block, I scramble like Randall with rocks\nI'm that nigga in the gambling spot\nCracking jokes and drinking liquor, you still gotta hand me a guap\nI'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots, razor on the plate\nTryna figure out how many grams I'ma chop\nFamily or not, some niggas making plans with the cops\nTryna figure out how to make this animal stop\nWho these niggas tryna take down, break down, trey-pound\nEight rounds, he ain't feeling nothing from the waist down\nHit up, lit up, he never gon' get up\nThere's only one legend alive, the rest you gotta dig up\nYou acting like it's hard to roast ya\nI'll creep in your crib and put your brains on your Barkley posters\nGot no time to be boxing around, I got the ox and the pound\nI'll leave you in a box in the ground\nGot the keys to the game and we locking this down\nUnderwater with the sharks and we not gonna drown\nGot the order from the narcs, they still watching the town\nI'm copping the pound, there ain't no stopping us now, my nigga\n\nYour clique trip, clip spit, get your strip wet\nI got the rubber grip Smith in my rich sweats\nPlayer haters talking 'bout they gon' get Freck\nI'm in the Lam' sunk lower than a shipwreck\nThey call me bar for bar 'cause I spit the better lines\nThe white bitch got me rich like Federline\nFuck a G-pack, I show you how to re-crack\nYou get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac\nThe weed good price, plus it smoke so special\nThree thousand for a pound of some Dro Pesci\nY'all niggas only talkers, I'll let my homies spark ya\nWe in them Spurs that's faster than Tony Parker\nThis is family, nigga, do never cross my brother\nLike Big Worm, niggas rather cross they mother\nMention names in my family tree\nThis nigga talking crazy like insanity plea\nI swear to God the next nigga I give it to\nIs going to a place FedEx can't deliver to\nI'm West Philly Freck, yeah, I get dirty\nI'm the best, hands down like six-thirty\n\nLook, like Michael J. 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Get up in this labiness\n'Fore I pull his curtains, start squirting like Baby Kiss\nIf he ain't heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing\nYou send a message when you kill a nigga third cousin\nNiece, nephew, they gon' need Tef too\nThis'll go in and out they chest like a breath do\nYou Clay Aiken soft, you playing games 'til there's red lights on ya\nIt's like the PlayStation's off\nSmith & Wesson work, Luger 9 labor\nProfessional shit like they did Leon's neighbors\nThis is family, nigga, do not cross the brothers\nI'll put you in a box, one hand across the other\nA small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother\nOne of your grandparents, even your baby brother\n'Cause everybody knows, everybody goes\nI want 'em in coffins, everybody's closed\nRelated by the streets, this is family, B\nSo you better not touch a branch on this family tree, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.86] Where the fuck's all these niggas saying Ran isn't hot?\n[00:05.70] I damage the block, I scramble like Randall with rocks\n[00:08.89] I'm that nigga in the gambling spot\n[00:11.06] Cracking jokes and drinking liquor, you still gotta hand me a guap\n[00:14.78] I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots, razor on the plate\n[00:18.27] Tryna figure out how many grams I'ma chop\n[00:20.82] Family or not, some niggas making plans with the cops\n[00:23.82] Tryna figure out how to make this animal stop\n[00:26.87] Who these niggas tryna take down, break down, trey-pound\n[00:30.26] Eight rounds, he ain't feeling nothing from the waist down\n[00:33.34] Hit up, lit up, he never gon' get up\n[00:36.06] There's only one legend alive, the rest you gotta dig up\n[00:39.01] You acting like it's hard to roast ya\n[00:41.16] I'll creep in your crib and put your brains on your Barkley posters\n[00:44.98] Got no time to be boxing around, I got the ox and the pound\n[00:48.66] I'll leave you in a box in the ground\n[00:50.85] Got the keys to the game and we locking this down\n[00:53.83] Underwater with the sharks and we not gonna drown\n[00:56.84] Got the order from the narcs, they still watching the town\n[00:59.60] I'm copping the pound, there ain't no stopping us now, my nigga\n[01:03.48] Your clique trip, clip spit, get your strip wet\n[01:06.44] I got the rubber grip Smith in my rich sweats\n[01:09.59] Player haters talking 'bout they gon' get Freck\n[01:12.43] I'm in the Lam' sunk lower than a shipwreck\n[01:15.38] They call me bar for bar 'cause I spit the better lines\n[01:18.41] The white bitch got me rich like Federline\n[01:21.56] Fuck a G-pack, I show you how to re-crack\n[01:24.45] You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac\n[01:27.36] The weed good price, plus it smoke so special\n[01:30.52] Three thousand for a pound of some Dro Pesci\n[01:33.35] Y'all niggas only talkers, I'll let my homies spark ya\n[01:36.43] We in them Spurs that's faster than Tony Parker\n[01:39.42] This is family, nigga, do never cross my brother\n[01:42.54] Like Big Worm, niggas rather cross they mother\n[01:45.50] Mention names in my family tree\n[01:47.90] This nigga talking crazy like insanity plea\n[01:50.71] I swear to God the next nigga I give it to\n[01:53.92] Is going to a place FedEx can't deliver to\n[01:57.33] I'm West Philly Freck, yeah, I get dirty\n[02:00.49] I'm the best, hands down like six-thirty\n[02:03.78] Look, like Michael J. 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Get up in this labiness\n[05:48.04] 'Fore I pull his curtains, start squirting like Baby Kiss\n[05:51.38] If he ain't heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing\n[05:54.35] You send a message when you kill a nigga third cousin\n[05:57.49] Niece, nephew, they gon' need Tef too\n[06:00.22] This'll go in and out they chest like a breath do\n[06:03.38] You Clay Aiken soft, you playing games 'til there's red lights on ya\n[06:07.53] It's like the PlayStation's off\n[06:09.58] Smith & Wesson work, Luger 9 labor\n[06:12.05] Professional shit like they did Leon's neighbors\n[06:15.43] This is family, nigga, do not cross the brothers\n[06:18.47] I'll put you in a box, one hand across the other\n[06:21.37] A small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother\n[06:24.45] One of your grandparents, even your baby brother\n[06:27.26] 'Cause everybody knows, everybody goes\n[06:30.36] I want 'em in coffins, everybody's closed\n[06:33.05] Related by the streets, this is family, B\n[06:35.86] So you 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If you trying to get back down walking\n  start_ms: 240650\n  end_ms: 242040\n- text: I guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off, nigga\n  start_ms: 242040\n  end_ms: 245940\n- text: Calluses on my pop finger, pop off, nigga\n  start_ms: 245940\n  end_ms: 248940\n- text: Pop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off, dump\n  start_ms: 248940\n  end_ms: 251940\n- text: For them bodies, got 'bout six slots in the trunk\n  start_ms: 251940\n  end_ms: 254980\n- text: Chef Boy supplying, wic wop is drying\n  start_ms: 254980\n  end_ms: 257940\n- text: When they move that more wic wop arriving\n  start_ms: 257940\n  end_ms: 260910\n- text: And my connect from Phoenix, his connect named Felix\n  start_ms: 260910\n  end_ms: 264270\n- text: Still keep the iron like my right hand anemic\n  start_ms: 264270\n  end_ms: 267220\n- text: For the family, I be squeezing, no reason\n  start_ms: 267220\n  end_ms: 270220\n- text: Blood work, nobody leaving this bitch breathing\n  start_ms: 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Get up in this labiness\n  start_ms: 345350\n  end_ms: 348040\n- text: '''Fore I pull his curtains, start squirting like Baby Kiss'\n  start_ms: 348040\n  end_ms: 351380\n- text: If he ain't heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing\n  start_ms: 351380\n  end_ms: 354350\n- text: You send a message when you kill a nigga third cousin\n  start_ms: 354350\n  end_ms: 357490\n- text: Niece, nephew, they gon' need Tef too\n  start_ms: 357490\n  end_ms: 360220\n- text: This'll go in and out they chest like a breath do\n  start_ms: 360220\n  end_ms: 363380\n- text: You Clay Aiken soft, you playing games 'til there's red lights on ya\n  start_ms: 363380\n  end_ms: 367530\n- text: It's like the PlayStation's off\n  start_ms: 367530\n  end_ms: 369580\n- text: Smith & Wesson work, Luger 9 labor\n  start_ms: 369580\n  end_ms: 372050\n- text: Professional shit like they did Leon's neighbors\n  start_ms: 372050\n  end_ms: 375430\n- text: This is family, nigga, do not cross the brothers\n  start_ms: 375430\n  end_ms: 378470\n- text: I'll put you in a box, one hand across the other\n  start_ms: 378470\n  end_ms: 381370\n- text: A small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother\n  start_ms: 381370\n  end_ms: 384450\n- text: One of your grandparents, even your baby brother\n  start_ms: 384450\n  end_ms: 387260\n- text: '''Cause everybody knows, everybody goes'\n  start_ms: 387260\n  end_ms: 390360\n- text: I want 'em in coffins, everybody's closed\n  start_ms: 390360\n  end_ms: 393050\n- text: Related by the streets, this is family, B\n  start_ms: 393050\n  end_ms: 395860\n- text: So you better not touch a branch on this family tree, nigga\n  start_ms: 395860\n  end_ms: 414000\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 414000\nplain: |-\n  Where the fuck's all these niggas saying Ran isn't hot?\n  I damage the block, I scramble like Randall with rocks\n  I'm that nigga in the gambling spot\n  Cracking jokes and drinking liquor, you still gotta hand me a guap\n  I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots, razor on the plate\n  Tryna figure out how many grams I'ma chop\n  Family or not, some niggas making plans with the cops\n  Tryna figure out how to make this animal stop\n  Who these niggas tryna take down, break down, trey-pound\n  Eight rounds, he ain't feeling nothing from the waist down\n  Hit up, lit up, he never gon' get up\n  There's only one legend alive, the rest you gotta dig up\n  You acting like it's hard to roast ya\n  I'll creep in your crib and put your brains on your Barkley posters\n  Got no time to be boxing around, I got the ox and the pound\n  I'll leave you in a box in the ground\n  Got the keys to the game and we locking this down\n  Underwater with the sharks and we not gonna drown\n  Got the order from the narcs, they still watching the town\n  I'm copping the pound, there ain't no stopping us now, my nigga\n\n  Your clique trip, clip spit, get your strip wet\n  I got the rubber grip Smith in my rich sweats\n  Player haters talking 'bout they gon' get Freck\n  I'm in the Lam' sunk lower than a shipwreck\n  They call me bar for bar 'cause I spit the better lines\n  The white bitch got me rich like Federline\n  Fuck a G-pack, I show you how to re-crack\n  You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac\n  The weed good price, plus it smoke so special\n  Three thousand for a pound of some Dro Pesci\n  Y'all niggas only talkers, I'll let my homies spark ya\n  We in them Spurs that's faster than Tony Parker\n  This is family, nigga, do never cross my brother\n  Like Big Worm, niggas rather cross they mother\n  Mention names in my family tree\n  This nigga talking crazy like insanity plea\n  I swear to God the next nigga I give it to\n  Is going to a place FedEx can't deliver to\n  I'm West Philly Freck, yeah, I get dirty\n  I'm the best, hands down like six-thirty\n\n  Look, like Michael J. Fox, I got family ties\n  Opposing us can't be wise, whoever cross the family dies\n  Something small as a look can bring about a man's demise\n  And whoever he stands beside, hit 'em where he can't survive\n  Throw the drop, I'm slipping, objective not to miss him\n  Nine-shot pop a clip and pine box the opposition\n  Put him in formal dress, right hand across the left\n  No autopsy necessary, determine the cause of death\n  Six shots across the chest, should explain his loss of breath\n  Skin peeled off the flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest\n  That's a no-brainer, I'm coming with both flamers\n  Spraying but I'm no painter, to this, hey, I'm no stranger\n  It's obvious you're no bangers, you dudes pose no danger\n  Your whole crew chumps in the closet like coat hangers\n  Like purple broke up in the Dutch, leave you broke up on a crutch\n  That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch\n  We gon' body you and have to hook your wife up to an IV tube\n  Put both of your parents side by side in the ICU\n  Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake\n  Don't interfere with family business, that's how we operate\n\n  Niggas is letting birds turn the tables on they squad\n  You need help with a jump, got some cables in the car\n  'Cause they all become nondescript\n  When something bright is on your wrist\n  Like you repping the Bionic Six, you on fire\n  When guns fire, your lungs tire\n  I'm an idol, niggas is sons, y'all, now who wanna try it?\n  That four-five'll spit, I slump you in the driver's seat\n  And make you really go try at the whip\n  It's real talk, shade niggas couldn't get a tan from me\n  'Cause I'll get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money\n  Soon as it's untucked, blam, talking 'bout you touch grams\n  I'm coming through your window, something like Bruh-Man\n  It's just who we are, if I see y'all, it's ER\n  Vacay in PR, shirt and jeans G-Star\n  Tell me how they gon' manage\n  Letting off Virginia TECs now, dudes ain't even safe on campus\n  Got a spaz on cowards\n  Every twenty-four, every half hour, niggas be trying to be Jack Bauer\n  So let fam keep talking\n  And you gon' need a weekend at Bernie's\n  If you trying to get back down walking\n\n  I guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off, nigga\n  Calluses on my pop finger, pop off, nigga\n  Pop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off, dump\n  For them bodies, got 'bout six slots in the trunk\n  Chef Boy supplying, wic wop is drying\n  When they move that more wic wop arriving\n  And my connect from Phoenix, his connect named Felix\n  Still keep the iron like my right hand anemic\n  For the family, I be squeezing, no reason\n  Blood work, nobody leaving this bitch breathing\n  Niggas on the low kidnap my flow\n  Coulda asked for it, I woulda gift-wrapped my flow\n  Don't gotta ask for it, I'm gon' sit back the four\n  Flip it around, let the handle crack your jaw\n  East side, west side, I be in my Converse\n  This a convict rapping, it's a con's verse\n  Arm & Hammer mizzan, Los, Joey, or Rizzan\n  All they gotta do is chirp and them things gon' blizzam\n  Shakedown fizzam\n  Straight from the Brooklyn borough that never rizzam, blaka, blaka\n\n  Now if they get me on wire traces, I'ma die in Comstock\n  I got prior cases for riding with firearms cocked\n  Firebomb box set up by your mom's block\n  Go off on time 'cause it's wired by alarm clock\n  I get his legs, you grab him by his arm, ahk\n  We gon' do this lion harm while his crying moms watch\n  Last seen in Brooklyn, they found him by a Bronx lot\n  Rifle from the roof, yeah, we got him by a long shot\n  We don't fire warn shots, niggas fire on SWAT\n  And if they get me, Brooklyn gon' riot on spot\n  I'm from the hood, so I'm supplying bombrock\n  'Round here, that's better than buying from Viacom stock\n  Look, you can't hold nothing but I got a shell to give\n  I make his relatives show me where the fella live\n  Ain't that his baby sis? Get up in this labiness\n  'Fore I pull his curtains, start squirting like Baby Kiss\n  If he ain't heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing\n  You send a message when you kill a nigga third cousin\n  Niece, nephew, they gon' need Tef too\n  This'll go in and out they chest like a breath do\n  You Clay Aiken soft, you playing games 'til there's red lights on ya\n  It's like the PlayStation's off\n  Smith & Wesson work, Luger 9 labor\n  Professional shit like they did Leon's neighbors\n  This is family, nigga, do not cross the brothers\n  I'll put you in a box, one hand across the other\n  A small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother\n  One of your grandparents, even your baby brother\n  'Cause everybody knows, everybody goes\n  I want 'em in coffins, everybody's closed\n  Related by the streets, this is family, B\n  So you better not touch a branch on this family tree, nigga\n"}]