Versuri DOgs of War

Just keep away 
Go on, it's not your fight 
It's not yours nigga, fall back 
I'm about to blow somethin' out here, straight up 
 
Yeah, this is a family thing 
We gon' handle our business and shit 
These muthafuckas know not to come around here like that 
This is real shit, real talk 
 
Four different niggaz with four different aspects, nigga 
This is family shit 
Who the fuck said family ain't family no more, nigga? 
This is tight shit, tighter than white in ya wallet 
 
Yo, I'm talkin' bags of heavy coke, bracelets on every men 
Innocent dope pushers, over night king pins 
Indeed, we smack niggaz up for their cheese 
Throw bleach in yo face, got beef, let it be chuck 
 
The streets don't know my peeps 
Jumpin' out of UPS trucks, blowin' niggaz off they feet 
With four-four gloves, rims spinnin', tippin' on fo-fo's 
My mouth be worth millions, somethin' like Paul Wall's 
 
Ladies look out they ain't thugs, they homo's 
The film look hyper when I clap 'em in slo mo' 
Ya'll still payin' the mob? We whip niggaz out like waffle batter 
Theodore ancient with dart, flossin' them diamonds 
 
Discussin' our hits over a glass of scotch 
Baywatch bitches that ski, take turns when they hand us the twat 
Think not, we still run the trains, till the condom pop 
On the low, we still fuckin' them cops 
 
Pretty things from all precincts, Friday nights 
We holdin' they glocks 
This is family, nigga, niggaz can't stand me 
Next up, my little man, I hand you the jammy 
 
You know the fam, what it is, it is what it is 
S.I.N.Y., where the animals live 
Ass bet, niggaz run in yo cribs 
I don't care if you blast for the cash, then scramble yo wig 
 
I'm like, "Damn, what a wonderful kid" 
I could do what I want, doin' dirt, not servin' a bid 
You know a real fam handle they biz, everybody get searched 
From the grandpops, down to the kids 
 
And my time, I'm officially here, tell ya man 
Go and start up ya car, start shiftin' the gears 
Sun God got the pits for his hairs 'cuz niggaz is scared 
Hopin' I don't let it blow in they ribs 
 
I said hot, niggaz get robbed non stop 
Once the gun cock, niggaz strip down to they socks 
And my fam at the tippity top, I won't stop 
Believe it or not, you and ya man is close targets 
 
Juks everythin', dice games, mini markets 
Fam gon' spark it, I'ma take whatever is in the pockets 
Mostly the cash and the wallet, slide off the jewels 
'Cuz you shinin', begets and the diamonds 
Never deny niggaz with iron, yo 
 
Aiyo, chillin' with the Ceasar crew 
We can smoke, all in the halls 
It's how many niggaz with guns, got 'em on 
All tip top, cling to the fullest, mad bullets 
This is a hobby, the lobby where they clap yo hoods 
 
Get the paper, word to everythin', we a acre up 
Barbequin' like a mutt, we ain't taking nothin' 
A high tech extremist, Gatorade, paid ya boy some money 
To lay up on the low, swinging beamers 
 
I need to be an actor,but instead, I'd rather be in Hempstead 
All of my bread came from crack barbers and shoppers 
So much beef in these whoppers 
Guns that'll knock out floors and hit choppers 
 
What? What? The family remains 'cuz it's grain 
It's automatic, I live it and I claim it 
It's real, come around here, you bought here 
Yo, lay that half tape, then you will get wrapped real quick 
 
Aiyo, we hug the block on President's Day 
Swingin' all year round, gettin' that money the American way 
Might run up in yo weddin', grab the reverend and spray 
And let the shots for whatever they may 
 
This is family, nigga, minus the mob size 
The resurrection of Toney Starks and Trife Dies', starrin' in Part 5 
Niggaz'll rather die when they're pride's in question 
Try'na play hero, getting stuck for they prized possessions 
 
Look you starin' in the eyes of oppression 
That's why I ride with protection extended clips 
Super sizing my weapons, five eleven, keep the heat tucked 
That'll burn a hole through ya stomach like acid reflux 
Get buried in ya cheap tux' 
 
We make it hard for you niggaz to keep up 
Been through a hundred towns,and runnin', beatin' the streets up 
Come up north in New York, down in Miami, pumpin' 
At a table, breakin' bread like a family 
 
Florida, where we follow the code of the streets 
And breakin' the beats and we takin' the east 
Never the least, we invadin' the streets 
Shakin' the beast, we familiar for life 
 
We don't run, we grab knives, my double edged spit life 
My dogs is real tight, shootin' the dice 
Some of my fam might snatch ya ice 
Got family that go to church, come back like you don't work 
 
Got family that'll set you up, got family that chill 
Wanna spark the dutch 
Wizard my fam, that stuck you up 
I got fam that'll fuck you up 
 
Chop you up, put your body in the back of the truck 
Osama Island, we been wildin', see the violence 
We display talent, respect balance, nigga, Shaolin 
It's a family