Diplomats - Family Ties (feat. Cam'ron, J.R. Writer & Hell Rell) Lyrics
[Verse 1 - 40 Cal.]Y'all niggaz down on ya hard luckYou must be takin' bird baths we can all see you're washed upSee we the shower posse, throw you in the dodge trunkTreat you like a large blunt and smoke you in ya Von DutchYou think you live real, Its realer hereNiggaz'll cut ya arm mail it to ya mom as a souvenierWe smack niggaz like the dvdAnd say 40 ain't the sickest nigga rappin' since Easy-EI'm too strong for you, you need to go to GNCYou're like 14 days too weak for me (two week)Look, I blow easily, beat emcee's repeatedlyYour mouth is where this heat'll be, I just did it recentlyI'm the best ain't no bargainin' BThe way I son rappers, you'll be the new Father MCBut my truck is why the haters hateThey think I'm drivin' attention cuz it comes wit deep dishes and paper platesI'm in ya hood, sparkin' at ya peepholeYou can ask Suge all the hardest rappers he knowStarted at a c-note, bargain at the kilo'sNow my pockets like I took the Carter after NinoCar jackin' steelo, pull up next to ya whipWether snub or the club it's consecutive hitsDissin' niggaz in the yard doin' eleven to clipAnd Wreck Rock and Dipset doin' sets to the Dips, Holla[Verse 2 - Cam'Ron]From the back of the cop ride, the black on black black, when we cop ridesI will not hide, Hi Ma, Hot thighs, dick on her nose now she's ***** eyedFrom whippin'up bacon rolls to outside whippin the bacon rollsSaniyah Lathan knows, I rakin' but makin doughEighty holes in ya shirt, there's ya own Jamaican clothesI ain't talkin to pokano's, I'm talkin to aspens the slopes we goYou get the okie do, play me baby I hope he knowWe break noses, call 'em baby PinocchioI hold wit wit blue mittens, two pigeons, what the ***** are yooou pitchin?One house, Two kitchens, who's *****in'I'll bring the diesel, won't see the Fu-SchnickensAnd I don't trust a hoe, that's mother to baby mothermother*****er, you look like a lady loverI'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap herTell her drink cum, get drunk, its nutcrackerAnd it's well known, that Rell's homeYep, hit E.T. up on the cell phoneAsk ya family thighs, and my family riseCall the network Dipset, Family Ties[Verse 3 - Hell Rell]I got niggaz that's locked up in Attica El MaraUp in the mess hall, tellin' niggaz that Rell's fireSmack ya pops, sell coke to ya motherAnd my weed's the color purple like Oprah and GloverAnd fam tell me how you gettin extorted by Tom, Dick and HarryAnd all them niggaz is gay Tom kissin' HarryI got proper work if you wanna cop some workDiamonds in the ring the color of Papa SmirfDipset worldwide now you haters kno usBeaver bedspreads, alligator sofasRange candy paint, Now or Later roversGo to sleep so high I don't know how I wake up soberWent from livin' in the hungry ghettoTo white girls sayin wow, what a lovely bezelDiamonds in there, yummy yellowYou just another funky, haters wanna snub and pump meAnd Pataki wanna lock me up and double bunk meGet on my feet wit the hard white a couple junkiesI know I'm a piece of shit but my mother loves meKill you take my ass to another country***** New York get my coke from another countryGot Africans that's commin to AmericaWith the best dope thats comin' to AmericaAnd yo own man's don't acknowledge yo GCuz you ain't wanna go to war like Muhammad AliDipset, *****..
