This Is Family
Charlie Ray
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[Intro: C-Ray]
Yeah
Yo
[Verse 1: C-Ray]
You don't want it with the squad, cause ass whoopings, we hand 'em out
Have you paranoid at every car that'll pass your house
You know what the man about
Wait until you standing 'round
I don't huff and puff, but I'll blow your fucking candle out
I'm vocal on the track but matter fact
I don't talk a lot
Nigga cross me, you won't make it to the parking lot
I don't gotta call the shots, cause we on the same page
Niggas'll put the heat to your chest like Dwayne Wade
Your girl's passing me the napkin with her cell on it
Cause she's seen the Magnum with the XL on it
And I'mma skeet, smash it so I can see you mad
But I'll be in a box before I fight over a piece of ass
You niggas dying over hoes like Romeo
I read the story, but I don't play it how it's supposed to go
We on that player shit
Pick 'em right after we close the show
Take her and her friend to the crib and go blow for blow
You can only hope to flow half as good as me
For you niggas acting like broads we smack a bitch for free
Taking out the bulk of your squad, half your infantry
Always stuck to green leaves, like a apple to a tree
Giving attitude to me, gets you stomped on the avenue
Niggas act like we the fucking law when we passing through
Nigga you can hold that
So pop at the mouth
My niggas leave you in a trashcan like Oscar the Grouch
Bitch
[Outro: C-Ray]
Yeah
I tried to tell you motherfuckers man but y'all ain't really trynna hear me out
How many times do I gotta do this to you niggas man
I'm not even gonna waste my beats on you niggas
Man I'll use other beats
And then I'll fuck these beats up too nigga
So you ain't even wanna hear me on my own shit
And yeah nigga I make beats nigga
I produce all of my own shit nigga
And y'all niggas are fucking wack
Y'all niggas pay hundreds of dollars for your motherfucking tracks man
And y'all niggas are just fucking 'em up
Nigga, get at me if you want some heat nigga
Cause that's all I got for you
Bitch
B-Easy
I'm out
Yeah
Yo
[Verse 1: C-Ray]
You don't want it with the squad, cause ass whoopings, we hand 'em out
Have you paranoid at every car that'll pass your house
You know what the man about
Wait until you standing 'round
I don't huff and puff, but I'll blow your fucking candle out
I'm vocal on the track but matter fact
I don't talk a lot
Nigga cross me, you won't make it to the parking lot
I don't gotta call the shots, cause we on the same page
Niggas'll put the heat to your chest like Dwayne Wade
Your girl's passing me the napkin with her cell on it
Cause she's seen the Magnum with the XL on it
And I'mma skeet, smash it so I can see you mad
But I'll be in a box before I fight over a piece of ass
You niggas dying over hoes like Romeo
I read the story, but I don't play it how it's supposed to go
We on that player shit
Pick 'em right after we close the show
Take her and her friend to the crib and go blow for blow
You can only hope to flow half as good as me
For you niggas acting like broads we smack a bitch for free
Taking out the bulk of your squad, half your infantry
Always stuck to green leaves, like a apple to a tree
Giving attitude to me, gets you stomped on the avenue
Niggas act like we the fucking law when we passing through
Nigga you can hold that
So pop at the mouth
My niggas leave you in a trashcan like Oscar the Grouch
Bitch
[Outro: C-Ray]
Yeah
I tried to tell you motherfuckers man but y'all ain't really trynna hear me out
How many times do I gotta do this to you niggas man
I'm not even gonna waste my beats on you niggas
Man I'll use other beats
And then I'll fuck these beats up too nigga
So you ain't even wanna hear me on my own shit
And yeah nigga I make beats nigga
I produce all of my own shit nigga
And y'all niggas are fucking wack
Y'all niggas pay hundreds of dollars for your motherfucking tracks man
And y'all niggas are just fucking 'em up
Nigga, get at me if you want some heat nigga
Cause that's all I got for you
Bitch
B-Easy
I'm out
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