Представляем точный текст композиции "This Is Family" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Fabolous . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «This Is Family» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Fabolous передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Fabolous - "This Is Family"
Lyrics to This Is Family : (feat. Paul Cain, Freck Billionaire, Red Cafe, Joe Budden & Ransom) [Ransom:] Where the f**ks all these niggas saying Ran isnt hot I damage the block I scramble like Randall with rocks Im that nigga in the gambling spot Cracking jokes and drinking liquor You still gotta hand me your watch Im in the kitchen with the pans and the pots Razor on the plate, trying to figure out how many grams Im a chop Family or not, some niggas making plans with the cops Trying to figure how to make this animal stop Who these niggas trying to take down Break down, tray pound, eight rounds He aint feeling nothing from the waist down Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get up Theres only one legend alive The rest you gotta dig up You acting like its hard roast ya Ill creep in your crib, and put your brains on your Barkley posters Got no time to be boxing around I got the ox and the pound Ill leave you in the box in the ground Got the keys to the game, and we locking this down Underwater with the sharks, and we not gonna drown Got the order from the narcs, they still watching the town Im copping a pound They aint no stopping us now, my nigga [Freck Billionaire:] Ya clip trip, clip spit Get your strip wet I got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats Player haters talking bout they gonna get Freck Im in the Lamb sunk lower than the shipwreck They call me bar-for-bar cause I spit the better lines The white bitch got rich like Federline F**k a g-pack, Ill show you how to read crack You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac The weed good price, plus it smoke speci Three thousand full pound of some Dro pesci Yall niggas only talkers Ill let my homies spark ya We in the spurs, thats faster than Tony Parker This is family nigga dont ever cross my brother Like Big Worm, niggas rather cross their mother Mention names in my family tree This nigga talking crazy like insanity plea I, swear to god, the next nigga I give it to Is going to a place FedEx cant deliver to Im West Philly Freck, yeah I get dirty Im the best, hands down, like six-thirty [Paul Cain:] Look Like Michael J. Fox, I got +Family Ties+ Posing us cant be wise Swept across the family dies Something small as a look, can bring about a mans demise And whoever he stands beside, hit him where he cant survive Throw the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing Nine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition Put him in formal dress, right hand across the left No autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death Six shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath Skin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest Thats a no brainer, Im coming with both flamers Ill spray em, but Im no painter To this here, Im no stranger Its obvious you no bangers You dudes pose no danger Your whole crew chumps, in the closet like coat hangers Like purple broke up in the dutch Leave you broke up on a crush Thats what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch We gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too Put both of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose) Closed casket so they cant have a proper wake Dont interfere with family business, thats how we operate [Joe Budden:] Yo Niggas is letting birds turn the tables on they squad Need help with a jump, got some cables in the car Cause they all become nondescript When something bright is on your wrist Like you repping the bionic six Who wanna fire, when guns fire, your lungs tire Im an idol, niggas is Sanjaya, now who wanna try us That four-five will spit Ill slump you in the driver seat And make you really ghost ride the whip Its real talk, shade niggas couldnt get a tan from me Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money Soon as his un-tuck BAM Talking about you touch grams Im coming through your window something like +Brother Man+ Its just who we are If I see yar, its E.R Vacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star Tell me how they gonna manage Letting off Virgina Techs now, dudes aint even safe on campus Gotta spaz on cowards Every twenty-four, every half-hour Niggas be trying to be Jack Bauer So let fam keep talking You gonna need a +Weekend At Bernies+ If you trying to see a +Dead Man Walking+ [Red Cafe:] I guess its left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off nigga Callouses on my pop finger, pop off nigga Pop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump Fore them bodies drop out, six glocks in the trunk Chef boy supplying, whip whop is drying When they move that, more whip whop arriving And my connect from Phoenix, the connect named Phoenix Still Keep the iron like my right hand anemic For for the family, Ill be squeezing, no reason Blood work, nobody leaving this bitch breathing Niggas on the low, kidnapped my flow Coulda asked for it, I woulda gift wrapped my flow Dont gotta ask for it, Im gonna sit back the fo Flip it around, let the handle crack ya jaw Eastside, Westside, Ill be in my Converse This a convict rapping, Its a cons verse Arm & Hammer mis-man, Los, Joey, or Ris-am All they gotta do is chirp And them things are gonna blis-am Shake down, fiz-am Straight from the Brooklyn borough that never riz-an Block-ay block-ay [Fabolous:] Now if they get me on wire traces Im gonna die in comstaat I got prior cases from riding with firearms cocked Fire bomb box, set up by your moms block Go off on time, cause its wired by alarm clock I get his legs, you grab him by arms ock We gonna go this liar harm while his crying moms watch Last seen in Brooklyn, they found in a Bronx lot Rifles on the roof, yeah we got him by a long shot We dont fire warning shots, niggas fire on swat And if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot Im from the hood, so Im supplying bomb rock Round here thats better than buying Viacom stock Look, you cant hold nothing, but I got a shell to give Ill make his relative show me where the fella live Aint that his baby sis, get up in this Mayby miss Before I pull this curb and start swerving like Baby sis If he heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing You send a message when you kill a nigga third cousin Niece, nephew, they gonna need Tef too Thisll a go in and out they chest like a breath do You Clay Aiken-soft You playing games until this red lights on ya Its like the Playstations off Smith & Wesson work, Luger nine labor Professional shit like they did me on majors This is family nigga, do not cross the brothers Ill put you in the box, one hand across the other A small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother One of your grandparents, even your baby brother Cause everybody knows, everybody goes I want them in coffins, everybodys closed Related by the streets, this is family beef So better not touch a branch on this family tree Nigga [ This Is Family Lyrics ]
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