The Family E

Turn up the headphones. Rich Made. Yeah. It's Better watch the way you're speaking. Speaking. Two straps, bring another, make a Threesome. Yeah. Long clip on the bottom and it's decent. Your old works, niggas got one on 'em recent. Ooh. Yeah, I got the receipts. Holla got bangers dropping every week. Yeah. Got it popping, she drop 'em in relief. In relief. At the top, it's just us, I'm Little Reece. Ooh. Yeah, no one does a light man. Knuckles on my left, Rizzy, that's my right hand. Says he's in the streets, you should keep it Quiet, fam. Crocodile teeth, watch it, They might bite, man. Ah. Niggas got me paranoid. Holla got them chips, I could get 'em Savaloied. Yeah. Clutch your little strategies. Fucking little boy. Yeah, we get the money, take your 10%. Nigga, watch your temper 'cause niggas only Represent. Got that muscle, but niggas wanna test The strength. Landlord, and I'm only here to get The rent. Ah. Yeah, they always try talk smack In songs. Might slap him, might start smacking dons. Lake Placid, yeah, came back and strong. Wrong bredda, nigga got the splashing wrong. Bread, big business, few lumps. Game soon fuck up, give me few months. Yeah. She's shocked, I got Kimmy too stumped. Stumped. Pussy wetter, swimming proof spunk. Yeah. Get me two trunks. Thoughts of the bread that might get me through Lunch. Lunch. Yeah, they just left a dude slumped. My belly fatter, I'm getting too plump. Plump. Murdershi, Shakka Demons, We got pliers. Outside, Pa-pa, shots fired. Only the family, my blocks biased. You ain't getting rich. Yeah. So stop trying. I told when you was in the States to Bring us back a switch. need a switch. Put it on them blicks and everybody getting hit. Everybody getting swished. Ah. Turn 'em into cheese. They ain't lying when they tell you that I'm Turning up these streets. I'm a real life gangster, They just dance when they tweak. Realest in this shit, and I'm stamping it like Feet. Stamp. Half a brick of budge. Whole slab of grease. Red skin Portuguese laying on Me while I sleep. I just bust up and I got credit with them killers like I tucked Up. Razor in a toothbrush when I was locked Up. We put 'em down any time them niggas Fucked up. For real. Smith & Wesson, big Berettas And we clucked up. Lights green, turn you Swiss greens. Yeah. Ain't no in-betweens, it's this side or no Side. Four-five hit your head back, Make you nosedive. And I get at a nigga's Neck like a clothes line. Yeah, And if I spin your block, I'll take That up in no time. And I ain't heard about your works, but you Know mine. You know mine. Bullet holes, stab wounds, Categorize my old crimes. I was on a bloody run from '05 to '09. For real. Kept my mouth closed tight, I Ain't speaking to them people. To them Go wipe the slate clean, nah, never Make it equal. Never. Put an end to your Story, there won't ever be a sequel. I know what we do is wrong like freeway And Beanie Siegel. Let's get My team for a Bread, your team fragile and feeble. Crack pipes, needles. Kali by the pound, I came up on sour Diesel. Ah. That's my only job, and I be Slanging like it's legal. Like it's legal. Used to be my darg, now I see you When I see you. I see when I you. Niggas cross that line and I get evil. I go sick like the mumps and the measles. Ah. Ain't no tricking, when I got I just Pull it out and treat you. Pa-pa-pa. Same place you're standing be the same Place I leave you. That's real. Murdershi, Shakka Demons, we got pliers. Outside, Pa-pa, shots fired. Only the family, my blocks biased. You ain't getting rich, so stop trying. We got pliers. Pa-pa, shots fired. Only the family, my blocks biased. You ain't getting rich, so stop trying.