La Familia

(Intro) Movie Sample "They can get to anyone, anywhere." "Drugs, gambling, prostitution, all cash, all moved off shore And 30% of their clients are legitiment I wouldn't break this Firm When that happens you're gonna go to jail like the rest of them It'll happen someday believe me Your life as you know it is over." [Cormega] Ayo, guns and roses, sons and soldiers Drug game, cocaine, Ac's and Range Rovers Snakes plan up ways to set their own man up For grams when they bag up Cristal White At night pistols might lift you like heat seeking missiles Streets tempt you, police out to get you Cause niggas you ran with got knocked and snitched too Your bitch knew the time you faced You didn't hide the safe Now she's fucking in your fly estate By the fireplace, my shine stay laced Mind original, Firm La Familia, organized criminal's boy You just a hand to hand soldier, I'm a general One way ticket to hell is what I'm sending you Yo, your idiot rookie cops know my props go high Like Himalayan mountains Mega bouncing in the Z-3, counting up G's with no doubt son [Nas] I'll die for my niggas Stick you for pies and lie for my niggas Plead guilty, get the chair and fry for my niggas It's essential that we all as they are like and mental We've been through life, cold blood living sinful Though we learn from old thugs that made it Peeped how they've played it We rated and evaluated, calculated the ages we be The days we see, chips freely, beyond whips and TV's Stock bonds, loot flipped the CD's But niggas hate to see you on top They'd rather be you what not I keep the desert eagle up on cock Spot the victories got quick, why pop shit? My niggas leave you shot quick in a hop skip Specialize in fly shit VS on my breath while niggas gossip on the tactics I'm on some 'Doe or Die' shit [Foxy Brown] Ill Nana capo, the Firm team Gestapo 36 moves, 37 ways triple days Triple pays Nana, Fox boogy Firm mama Kniver the lady cadaver or scarlet whichever O'Hara The hazardous we laced the Lazarus Dripping Gambinana, behind the liner Three niners, from head to toe laced up in Gabbana With Sosa chip, the 4.6 Range Rover to Villanova From Castilino to Columbo, Foxy Brown papa Beyond figures boo, I'll die for my nigga's rollie The Firm controlee, they chop ki's to clock G's Rock crocky's and drop three's and cop 3's [AZ] Check my lingo and all the white ice that make my rings glow I've seen doe, got a dime wife from Santo Domingo Face it, its mathematics, basics far from fake shit My mind is sacred, my skin shine like a Cuban bracelet Egyptian Pharaoh, potent ganja use to get me paro/paranoid Now I inhale from gun shots, through my double barrel Beneath the ground is how the sound travel So what have you, keep the minds FEDS not stopping 'til they grab you Use to bust guns, now into stocks and trust funds G's and CD's so my seed could soon touch some The foulness, I once provoke, it's now behind me Its gon' to take more than selling coke now to buy me You have me thinking; I gotta kill to keep from sinking That con way of life; that keeps live niggas from Lincoln I saw it coming, that's why I slowed down from dumping Most of my crew is running, can't even afford a summons