Modena City Ramblers - La Grande Famiglia lyrics

(feat. Keak Da Sneak)

[Chorus: Agerman]

Ridin in a big body benz, Countin my ends, Hollerin revenge

They wanna see me lose but watch me win

I'm surrounded by the f.e.d.'s, They know about every block I been

Oh shit, They tryin to do me in

Reppin and rattin me out, Gon get it to the neck wit the syringe

Nina ross my girlfriend, She's my only friend

I pop my clip off in her as soon as I got out the pen

[Verse 1: Agerman]

First of all, Ain't got no time for these bustas, Smilin all in my face

Niggaz like bitches be fake, From head to toe laced up wit hate

Nigga, I'm a playa, Rydas, Fake niggaz be scary lies

Runnin tired, Got me strapped up, And it's on to open fire

You got killas, We got killas, Playin the game of cash

Too many softee's tryin to cross me, But now I'm up in yo ass

See, Mama raised me to be a leader, So motherfucker follow me

What if all go down, We ridin deep, Whether I get you or you get me

Fear no man but God, So if it's on it's on

Cowards could come and get ya, But we gon get ya later on

I'm about me and mine, Fuck the snitches, Fuck the bitches

Keepin .9 when we ride, Cause we on a mission for riches

Nigga field is laced up by realist killas and deala's

Give a fuck about ya feelings cause nigga, It's strictly business

Nigga what? Back up off me you softee

I'm a cold piece of work like Khadafi when you bitch niggaz try to cross me

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Keak Da Sneak]

You runnin, Now you see that I'm comin before you blasted

When shit drastic, I want more than just ya ass kicked

I'm waitin, Under ya car, Because ya crossed me

When ya come out flossy, I hope ya next ain't loss me

Boom boom, Put em in the car and drove up

Boom boom, Left em in the trunk wit his clothes off

It's that quick, When ya pahtna outta licks, I move fast

Get to dumpin the cash, And leave no evidence, Who ask?

But I make ya bleed when I'm bustin

Run up, Ya think I'm bluffin?

Thinkin you gon get somethin in the 97 I'm bumpin

Biatch, I'm throat cuttin it, Junkin it, Draggin it

Thinkin my shit ain't havin it strapped wit d.e. auto magnets

I ain't done taggin it, Not off in a ragnet

Still click cluck baggin it

Ain't stuckin my cash on a bitch, My future, Gotta be havin it

This is my opportunity, I'm snatchin erythang when I grab this shit

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Agerman]

Uh, Relax yo mind, Look up at the barrel of my fuckin .9

Caught one to the face, Caught one to the back, Carried out in a lac for fuckin wit mine

You droppin dimes, Hey, Ain't no snitches around my way

Just niggaz on the block wit a bundle of rocks

Wit glocks, That's cocked and ready to pop, The block is hot

Ring on the spot, Cops on my block, They tryin to fade me out

Feds surrounded the house, 5 seconds to come out

Now tell me what the fuck I'm 'sposed to do

Plus my d, Down my brew, Hit the cig, Take a ooh

Fuck a boy in blue, Ooh, Thinkin of now, Headed for the back, Inside of the back do'

Through the backyard, Full of pits, Fuckin wit the mind of a lunatic

[I had to do her] Smooth get away from the boys in blue

And you'se a fool, They gon let them boys get you

Nigga, We ridin

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