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Family (Feat. Mobb Deep)

[Mobb Deep]

YoDunn you fam to me, and only family

That can get that close to me

Keep it type strong

Blowing green that's keeping us going

Allah Havoc getting right, on them 747[Chorus]

Dunn you fam to me, and only family

That can get that close to me

Keep it type strong

Blowing green that's keeping us going

Unconditional love showingYo, yo, yo, yo

Forty decide, on the First side right[Havoc]

Me and my Dunns come from the slums

You can't take the slums out my Dunns

And that's how it is, that's how we live

Sometimes I find myself wearing the same shit for days

Not caring, bout what they gon' think or say

I got that, "I don't give a fuck" in me, it's stuck in me

That's how I 'vantage over y'all niggas, y'all too pretty

We too gritty, like Sanford and Son (what)

Too grimy like Pigpen with jewels on

See we the top rap niggas, the Q-Dogs

You got a lot of nerve, putting out them songs

Knowing that my niggas come strong, so let's get it on

We just getting warm, Operation "Quiet Storm"

Silent wars or we silence the fours

Half P and I's got it in the smash for sure

Now it's movies and soundtracks

This is where your career stop at[Nas]

Hey yo I drink to that

I'm like a dictionary, y'all rappers exam me

You ballet? They read your obituary, in front your family

You should idolize Nas in the flesh

Don't wait til I'm dead, to say I was the best, no doubt

We shot hoops with coat hangers, got loot with dope-slangers

Sold soap to strangers, joked with danger

Rob prostitutes, dodge cops in hot pursuit

Bought weight from rosters, travel hot routes

O.T. commute back and forth

Tell shorty get that package off

Fuck being trapped up North, being told where to eat and shit

Caught a case then I beat the shit

Thieves on the block flash badges, nylon jackets

Big white boys with guns yelling, "Freeze black kids!"

Got my niggas in the pen, eating octopus

Wishing they was on the blocks with us

To watch me and P do it (uh) put the heat to it (uh)

Put it out, first day, the whole street knew it

Bitches, hold they pussies and bop to the music

And think deep to it, now who the truest?[Mobb Deep]

YoDunn you fam to me, and only family

That can get that close to me

Keep it type strong

Blowing green that's keeping us going

Allah Havoc getting right, on them 747[Chorus: x2]Are you fam to me, and only fam to me

That can get that close to me

Keep it type strong[Prodigy]

Dirty fingernails, reachin in my pocket pullin knots out

I daydream of better days, in different ways

Out this lifestyle we live, iced out with the big fifth

That's why the burnt leather lean to the left

Even though we gained cash on fish

I'm trapped on reason bein we ain't all rich

And I'ma be that same nigga for the door

And I'ma still walk the same path, we soon clash

We get stacks, you do the math

We pound niggas out, walk away and laugh

Fresh from out the lab, P and Nastradamus kid

Rap niggaz shit they drawers[Nas]

Yo they probably did

I air condition y'all niggas, my prediction is you rewind this

Your highness, Q-Boro's finest

Click your Timbs three times, the wizard is Nas

Grant you a wish, you get rich while listening hard

To my thugs in the prison yard, bench-pressing 200 pounds and up

Feeling like you down on your luck

Raise up, I feel your pain, hit the law library

Appeal the game, all eyes on me

Restrained from, being looked at, as uncivilized

We epitomize thug song, y'all niggas get mad

Jealous rappers is puss, ain't got no style

No heart and no look, shook

Get stole on, my niggas move right in the moonlight

Y'all niggas get done, I pee on them son, they a small issue

We too official, blue steel pistols

Teflon vests, it's no contest we hit you[Mobb Deep]

Dunn you fam to me, and only family

That can get that close to me

Keep it type strong

Blowing green that's keeping us going

Unconditional love showingYo, yo, yo, yo

Forty decide, Forty-First side rightYeah you know what I'm sayin? Not for nothing baby

You know what I'm sayin want to give a shout out to my peoples

You know what I mean? Gamble, Ill Will

Killa Black, my brother

It's never gonna be another

Word upYeah, you know how we do things

Songwriters

BROWN, NORMAN /Published by

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