Lyrics:
should I do?
I had to feed my fuckin' family, what else could I do but be a thug?
Out slangin' with the homies, fuck hangin' with them phonies in
'bout to crash up on the
Curb 'cause my vision's blurry
Maybe if they tried to understand me
– what should I do?
I had to feed my fuckin' family
– what
a rule for me
Put your mink on and slide in a cool for me
Hey, you gotta get high and go low for me
It's Cash Money, young money, never know money
It's
fuckin' family; what else could I do
But be a thug? Out slangin' with the homies
Fuck hangin' with them phonies in the club!
Got my mind on danger; never
'Cause this what big homies do
Never fold, lead by example
Never let nothing come between the family
That's a big homie move, a big homie move
These
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
We are family
I got all my sisters with me
We are family
Get up everybody and sing
We are family
I got all my sisters with me
We are family
We are family
I got all my sisters with me
We are family
Get up everybody and sing
We are family
I got all my sisters with me
We are family
We are family
I got all my sisters with me
We are family
Get up everybody and sing
We are family
I got all my sisters with me
We are family
To co-sign for my Escalade
I'm just pimping baby you got a rule for me
Put your mink on and slide in a cool for me
Hey you gotta get high and go low for me
Rick Ross: Trilla
Bird-man: brrrr!
[Webbie]
The 'lil soldier wit nothin' clear to see wasn't nobody handin' him shit
Ridin' round town glamor
you want I’m not having it
Put respect on my name, like we Birdman savages
Cash-money, blue-faces, my place is in your dreams
Cash rules everything
Rule three
Cut off the doubters and leaches
Rule four
Provide for your family and help out your people
Rule one
Go get the money
Rule two
Don't let
in
Tell the pastor tell the family we was just warning them
38's 45's, all type of Taurus'
About to hit the bong, pour the holy water in
Celebrating
Rick Ross: Trilla
Bird-man: brrrr!
[Webbie]
The 'lil soldier wit nothin' clear to see wasn't nobody handin' him shit
Ridin' round town glamor
to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule nombre uno, never let no chick
step-by-step
Rules to this shit, step-by-step, booklet
For you to get, step-by-step
Take it from your highness step-by-step
Keep your family and
Business
it?
That means never on the phone, you got it? Alright)
Live by it, die by it (Gangsta)
Rule number one, never shit where you eat at (never)
Rule
get depressed
Here's what we call our golden rule
Have faith in you and the things you do
You won't go wrong, oh no
This is our family jewel
We are
get depressed
Here's what we call our golden rule
Have faith in you and the things you do
You won't go wrong, oh no
This is our family jewel
We are
The family can fight indoors but can never
Show the hyenas outside that they are fighting (true)
That's the number one rule (word)
The hyenas are always
bring in the coke by the boatloads
Go against the grain, nigga, I feed nose holes
Follow no family rules, rules are for fools
Chase the paper cause
bring in the coke by the boatloads
Go against the grain, nigga, I feed nose holes
Follow no family rules, rules are for fools
Chase the paper cause
to find Waldo
Fall no, I'd rather winter, God in me like a splinter, I'm not a sprinter
I'm slow and steady, marathoners rule is to keep a steady pace
I'm
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