Mase - Meaning Of Family Lyrics
[mase]Uh, the world is back, world war iiHarlem world be the cliqueAny nigga dont like it, hes a dick, niggaShit we bout to do is the illest shit ever seenThis what family mean, nigga[teamsters]Im only tryin to get my dough rightStill Im labeled as a lowlifeBecause I ass-bet when I roll dicePut my dick up in yo wife, raw dogNow we got a son on the wayThe call yours, I ignore lawsBreak rules, break tombs, take jewels, make moves[blinky]We dont get along wit them fake dudes[teamsters]Drivin me bizerk on beats I burstOnly thug you know to bring the heat to church (all out)The streets is cursed, Im eatin firstHad these hoes like hes the worstMy peeps is thirst, release the curse or get smackedBetter run and get your man even though he dont reactWhen the gun is in his handBetter have a team we gon bit throughMad crews even got your moms screaminThem dudes is bad news[mase]And if you touched us[teamsters]It cant happenHis hands is the only thing your mans clappinDont understand rappinWanna flow I call it foolishnessYou know how many tunes I grip?To pay dues and shitCheck the rules of this, we bruise your cliqueSince your girl cant refuse the dickYou abuse the *****, could loose your chipsAnd who you wit? (all out)Ghetto crucifix, we o.t. movin bricksWhat, what, what (all out, all out)(all out, all out, all out)[meeno]1 - family if we blow? we blowin togetherAnd if we gotta go? we goin togetherAnd if we get dough? we get it togetherAnd messin wit all out? you cats know betterNow family if we blow, we blowin togetherAnd if we gotta go, we goin togetherAnd if we get dough, we get it togetherAnd *****in wit all out, you cats know better[blinky]Yo, how can I trust you when I dont even trust myselfSometimes I wanna get guns and bust myselfPut a knife on my wrist and cut myselfNo wife, no *****, Ill nut myselfMy lust for wealth makes me say ***** my healthSo when I die, respect me when Im goneBut while Im alive, correct me when Im wrongMy life, Im projecting in my songsBut let me move onHalf this side of guards ran wit cardanThinkin Im a God soon gotta sweep that la loonHarlem world baby, say that name foreverGame cheddar as long as we stay togetherRange your bet on, nigga act up, aim your berrettasCuz for that money son, imma slam whoever, out whateverYou try to stop our reign of terrorYoure guarenteed to fall out*****in wit all outRepeat 1[teamsters]What, the only shit you niggas poppin is the shit that you talkGet the ***** out the whip now *****, you can walkWit the sunroof cracked, yo Im twistin it upPitchin it up, I think it was the cris in the carTwenties of hydro, tie ho, duck me for five-ohI drive till my eyes closeMe and like five hoes and bugsy, dommaGatt for the drive-by, ride by the la-lasSayin goodbye-haIts indo, bounce the smoke through the windowThen pearl straight ice grill, my brim lowTint those big lips while yall spit phlegm outO.d. is still moRemote throw the em out the belly of the beastWe put bellies on streets, tellies and tellies in suitesThrow my stellies on creep, Im heavy on jewelsHey, my niggas havin yo fool come back twiceIts nice and I can belly you for moRepeat 1 until fade
