Ah Yeah, let´s go, let´s go Black Soprano Family, huh? (The mob, nigga) We the biggest in this shit (We the biggest)
Me, Rick, Heem, Camino Ah (We´ve been settin´ the tone) My nigga Base, Loveboat (I´m from Connecticut, Eastside Buffalo in this bitch) You know, all my niggas (Ayy) Yeah, The Butch´, nigga
Ain´t nothin´ I have regular, brick and a half measurer I turned a hefty garbage bag to a cash register And with a little luck, I put them digits up, grindin´ I´m puttin´ pictures up, shinin´, rockin´ emerald-cut diamonds T.D. Jakes in the kitchen, GTA when I´m whippin´ (Skrrt, skrrt) Crash that, jump in a new one, an easy day for a nigga
Y´all gossip like Ricky Lake, y´all wishin´ hate on a nigga Don´t fit in lanes with these rappers, I´ve been done sprayed on a nigga (Brr) When you get in the streets, don´t lay on pillows and speak Loyalty calls, don´t expect it from niggas who cheap And little do he know, I´m a wolf to a little sheep (Big bad wolf) Heavy bars, and got a style so hard that it chisel teeth (Ah) We both in love with white girls, how about that? That´s ironic I put him on digi´ scales, he got a tat´ of Madonna No emblems on that big body Benz´, knew that I got her
So my old-ass next-door neighbor think that´s a Honda (That´s a big body, nigga) It´s two type of leaders, you could be Bush or Bill (Either one) And only see half the picture like Bushwick Bill I´m Mike Jack´, smooth operation off crills (Hee-hee) Now a nigga makin´ that lil´ shit off reals
I hear you niggas speakin´ blasphemous, shit spread, like a pathogen The whole time, your career got an Asturias My next move need a half a M (That money) That´s establishment, throw that shit far as a javelin (Fuck outta here) My Black Soprano piece a talisman (That BSF) VVS´s on it battlin´, I´m up for any challenges
You try to take it, you a casualty (Yeah) Shoot it casually or the switch´ll make it sporadically (Brr) Come to Buffalo and see how we rockin´ They ain´t even wanna consider us, but now we the topic I was really in the trenches, tryna make me a profit I´m talkin´ bundles for the egg, moulds of pounds for the locket With no sponsor, I still got my stripes, like Monster Now niggas just look good next to great, Smush Parker (Yo) Come get some, I´m givin´ out work, James Fonda (Yeah) I put you in a blender, like ingredients at Jamba, mother (Yo)
These niggas know they can´t fuck with us, so they been tryna join a team This shit like snowfall, starrin´ Butch´, me, Hyde and Heem Durin´ role-call, I had your bitch behind the scenes And the whole time, was gettin´ rich behind the scenes To you, this large money, to me, that´s small things To them, it´s a house payment, to me, that´s just a ring Shit, flooded the Cartier, ´cause I felt like I needed bling (Bling) Youngin deserve a Grammy from lettin´ this chopper sing (Uh-huh)
Shorty like Maxwell, he passin´ pretty wings (Yeah) Dumpin´ off max shells and handin´ out chicken wings Double-R or the Lamb´? Fuck it, don´t matter to me And that bitch don´t sing, but she look like SZA to me She might be your best friend, but she ain´t no sister of me Why y´all out there, contractors? That bum ain´t richer than me I be in a mansion with a gun that´s bigger than me But when I pop out, niggas don´t want no issues with me And that´s my word, my word, my word, my word (They know)
My word (Hahaha)
I´ve been on a dirty mission, dear God, I seek forgiveness I came to kill the game for the throne, you be my witness I had a wishlist (Uh-huh), for some bricks and all the riches It´s Black Soprano Mob, not a gang, we be the biggest I wore to whip it, baseheads, he need to fix it (He need that shit) Beamin´ up the scott´, now he stuck, his jaw twitchin´ We raw pigeon, grab the pots, we in the kitchen They know I trail-blaze for the team, like Rob Strickland (Nigga)
I´m God-gifted, hit his chest, his soul lifted (Oof) Them BSF diamonds VS´, we gold trimmin´ I told niggas (I told you niggas), turned it up and showed niggas Ask them oldheads who be on the East, a cold nigga I´m ´0 Jigga (Uh-huh), spendin´ cheese, a big pimper Then niggas looked up, seen Heem, the big dipper The quarter-bricker (Yeah), half man and thirty-six´er Made the oil lock from the soda, we gram shiftin´ (Get that shit, nigga) Fork clickin´ (Yeah), water runnin´, we shock-stiff it (Woo) And I just got the key to the street, I´m locksmithin´
This Glock clickin´ (Brr), .33, like Scott´ Pippen I got some niggas do it for free, but still tip ´em (Where you go though?) I still risk it, price right, I still flip it (All that, nigga) The county gettin´ head in the office, like Bill Clinton, nigga