[Intro] Nigga we been here forever (First Family) Let's go! Yeahhh, y'all know how the game go Yeah, nigga we at it, we still at 'em nigga (Put 'em up nigga) Firing Squad! YEAH! Just make a note of it One, one, we like it rockin nigga Interaktiver Bildschirmhintergrund (Put 'em up) Yeah, we still hip-hoppin nigga (It's the way of the world) One on one, yeah Fuckin with the murder staff now (TRUE TO LIFE!!!)
[Billy Danze] Yo I was drivin an $80,000 car befo' I got with Dash But I won't lie and say this ain't about the cash Cognac, six-pack, and some dough in the stash Lomberg Sit back and watch my children play in the grass And hopefully through this writin I'm enlightenin the hood (Seems sorta sheisty) Yeah; but it ain't all good Everyone that did me wrong, know this nigga strong So hopefully for you that animosity is gone (THROW IT UP!) For the homey Headquarters And all the other brothers we lost in muddy waters (waters) How do we go through life when our peeps don't support us Immobilien Bergisch Gladbach (You put up a good fight) Yeah but the streets still caught us And the beef still brought us, in the middle of the street Bodies riddled from bullets from our head to our feet The game get deep, but y'all just see the surface Y'all don't see no purpose, y'all just sleep (HOW SHOULD A YOUNG G STAND?) Don't ask Danze I don't fuck with them children I'm a grown-ass man I live on the edge, I was raised where most niggaz pledge Wandtattoo Schmetterling to murder motherfuckers by the dozen
[Hook - unknown singer] I'm drownin in the.. shallow waters And I'm trying so hard, to reach the top Something so unpure.. in the air to catch I feel siiiin upon me Würfel basteln [Chorus - First Family] You win some, you lose some It's two roads to choose from, choose one - muddy waters If your family chose, the road of the old code You bound to lose one - these muddy waters You win some, you lose some It's two roads to choose from, choose one Remember how you and the homey rode, make sure you travel monrose shame songtext with the homey soul, when steppin through muddy waters
[Lil' Fame] Yo, I'm in once, hustled in the rain, sleet, snow (ON THE GRIND) Sheepskin, 40 belows To feed his family, it was sweet tears and blood That's what I call love, what do you call love? Picture the same man losin his life for some lame bitch 3D Bildschirmschoner XP he was out on the grind for, long story short For Father's Day she'll place flowers on his grave Then head upstate, to visit the nigga that murdered him the next day (Look at that) My fundamentals come from the Hill Travelled to it but left love in the 'Ville Still hear the sound of my footsteps, steppin away from my childhood toward the physique and the frame of a nigga But mentally I'm stuck in the past Askin myself why I was walkin so fast Muh'fuckers think I'm ballin, I ain't ballin I'm drinkin wit'cha'll tryin to get heart to face me stallin It's like my moms is the angel in the sky And I can see tears comin down the West Indian lady eyes But, I apologize, and those I've hurt with my bullshit, please believe I ain't mean it (He ain't mean it) But I'm still a good man As a kid I was given a fucked up hand, but I still march as I scream at the top of my lungs M.O.P. TO THE DEATH, stompin through muddy waters
