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Song Title:	Meaning Of Family (featuring Rashad Teamsters)
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[Mase]

Uh, the world is back, World War II

Harlem World be the clique

Any nigga don't like it, he's a dick, nigga

Shit we 'bout to do is the illest shit ever seen

This what family mean, nigga

[Teamsters]

I'm only tryin' to get my dough right

Still I'm labeled as a lowlife

Because I ass-bet when I roll dice

Put my dick up in yo' wife, raw dog

Now we got a son on the way

The call yours, I ignore laws

Break rules, break tombs, take jewels, make moves

[Blinky]

We don't get along wit' them fake dudes

[Teamsters]

Drivin' me bizerk on beats I burst

Only thug you know to bring the heat to church (All Out)

The streets is cursed, I'm eatin' first

Had these hoes like "he's the worst"

My peeps is thirst', release the curse or get smacked

Better run and get your man even though he don't react

When the gun is in his hand

Better have a team we gon' bit through

Mad crews even got your moms screamin'

"Them dudes is bad news"

[Mase]

And if you touched us

[Teamsters]

It can't happen

His hands is the only thing your man's clappin'

Don't understand rappin'

Wanna flow I call it foolishness

You know how many tunes I grip?

To pay dues and shit

Check the rules of this, we bruise your clique

Since your girl can't refuse the dick

You abuse the bitch, could loose your chips

And who you wit'? (All Out)

Ghetto crucifix, we O.T. movin' bricks

What, what, what (All Out, All Out)

(All Out, All Out, All Out)

[Meeno]

1 - Family if we blow? We blowin' together

And if we gotta go? We goin' together

And if we get dough? We get it together

And messin' wit' All Out? You cats know better

Now family if we blow, we blowin' together

And if we gotta go, we goin' together

And if we get dough, we get it together

And fuckin' wit' All Out, you cats know better

[Blinky]

Yo, how can I trust you when I don't even trust myself

Sometimes I wanna get guns and bust myself

Put a knife on my wrist and cut myself

No wife, no bitch, I'll nut myself

My lust for wealth makes me say fuck my health

So when I die, respect me when I'm gone

But while I'm alive, correct me when I'm wrong

My life, I'm projecting in my songs

But let me move on

Half this side of guards ran wit' Cardan

Thinkin' I'm a god soon gotta sweep that la Loon

Harlem World baby, say that name forever

Game cheddar as long as we stay together

Range your bet on, nigga act up, aim your Berrettas

Cuz for that money son, I'mma slam whoever, out whatever

You try to stop our reign of terror

You're guarenteed to fall out

Fuckin' wit' All Out

Repeat 1

[Teamsters]

What, the only shit you niggas poppin' is the shit that you talk

Get the fuck out the whip now bitch, you can walk

Wit' the sunroof cracked, yo' I'm twistin' it up

Pitchin' it up, I think it was the Cris' in the car

Twenties of hydro, tie ho, duck me for five-oh

I drive 'till my eyes close

Me and like five hoes and Bugsy, Domma

Gatt for the drive-by, ride by the la-las

Sayin' goodbye-ha

It's Indo, bounce the smoke through the window

Then pearl straight ice grill, my brim low

Tint those big lips while y'all spit phlegm out

O.D. is still mo'

Remote throw the 'em out the belly of the beast

We put bellies on streets, tellies and tellies in suites

Throw my stellies on creep, I'm heavy on jewels

Hey, my niggas havin' yo' fool come back twice

It's nice and I can belly you for mo'

Repeat 1 until fade

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