The Family

Guy damn
Boy this shit here taking forever nigha
How long we been on the mf road
The mf traffic aint moving (car horns)
(Inaudible) Man shut the fuck up bru
Westwick blvd (Inaudible)
A man we aint got no more woods bro? (inaudible)
(Traffic jam) (inaudible)
Man aint this that nigha right there?(inaudible)
Na aint no way cant be (inaudible
Im fina pull up cant be (inaudible)
(Gunshots)
(Inaudible)
Go cuz Go GO Go
9:45 we was ready for the jackin' the case been closed
So i can tell you how it happened
9:45 we was ready for the jackin the case been closed so
I can tell you how it happened
Brassi, bitch
Woke up this morning and i started my day with
A blunt to the face and a strap on my waist
I called up my round whats down in the jack
And you know we kicking shit came to tell ya bout that
This nigha owed us a pound we served his licks
Caught him on the street and you know we split his shit
Dont fuck with the ill ju you know we be the click
And we down to fuckn ride on any nigha bitch
Now his patna mad and his moma fuckn crying
You cant get yo son back he shouldnt have been lying
We dont give a fuck we some young nighas grinding
He don hopped off in that pool now yo baby boy drowning
We dont discrimenate so you hate you can get it to
Everybody mad yeah they mad at the ill ju
Play yo cards smart you dont want this fuckn issue
We dont to fuckn bless a nigha dont give you no tissue
Last nigha played yea you know we pullled a greazy
A family full of steppers and we make it look easy
Tought that big nine on our waist yea we need it
If a nigha play then im gon have to use it
The nigha started fumbling tweaking and running
I just let down my window and i kept dumping
Hit him in the leg he cant do no more running
And i know he dead cause he fell on his stomach
Nigha got dropped like a bag of potatoes
Bullets coming fast and them hoes on fuego
Scrr down the block we dont know shit case closed
Left a nigha shit pushed back like a kangol
9:45 we was ready for the jackin
The case been closed so i can tell you how it happened
My trigger finger itching and my pockets say kill
Fuck how it turn out ju everythang ill
Everythang ill everythang illju everythang ill
Everythang ill
The case been closed so i can tell you how it happened
9:45 we was ready for the jackin
9:45 we was ready for whatever
Nigha thought we wasnt gonna catch him
That nigha fuckn with the devil
Put him on the lowest level
That draco split him like a shredder
That nigha was playn
His family had to put his face up on a sweater
Cuuuuzzz
Loose lips sink ships break shit and take life
If a nigha tell on us you know he bound to take flight
So proffesional we do thirty murders in one night
Got that thing go bump in the night guaranteed to be a gun fight
Trayy got the kite zay brassi got the get right
Blacked out evil thoughts mobbing in a tahoe
On a nigha ass like a dog, roscoe
Fuck wit ill ju well light this bitch up like a carshow



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Writer(s): Patrick Peir Coleman
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