Bronze Nazareth - F.A.M. lyrics

[Verse 1: Canibus] Now God's big coins in the glove box Blood clot comma ice zones Some Mozilla Fox My poon shot tight like teenage tube sox You ain't looser than a old lady's loose frock With wet spot underarms I storm pawn shops like what up Let me see that lawn rifle boss My Cuban link faster than computer can think Liquid nitrogen, I keep my computer in the sink Great computer nitrogen cooler Fight a n***a over a rumor bu*t your face off with the ruger Looking for Mr. Nice Guy, this ain't the right time My Broadway play is Iron Mike in his prime Or Bishop Don Juan dressed in lime With two pit bulls, dyed them a color Don't cross the line Folks stand behind the barricade cryin' Martial law line, lock your a** up for tryin' Infinite unemployment n***a stop applyin' Tryin' to get firearms, get shot for buyin' F-A-M DHS is like "When?" Firearms'll murder all over again [Hook] Fa Fam, F for the Fire and the A for arms and you know the M for murder [Verse 2: Bronze Nazareth] Yeah, let's go, yeah Aight Hey yo Shoddy Rice shot gun the face scanner Let me walk you buckshot man its These murders in my day planner The hit granter The Roz Swan tie gas pipe man stripe yellow wick in Atlanta Danny Green burials East Cleveland manner Pro Borrow on his lance takes Steve from the camera Duct tape table beneath for hidden hammers Co-defendants nailing their fingers to the family Block slanted a**ailant, witness recanting Hit list for Ulysses S. Grant financin' Goliath add you to the sky plus minus Gone before you sought beyond the Sunland bias Goons and guns forever silenced Idaho potato compression all the violence Pristine sixteen Cadavers in the [?] Operating a business, my destination science [Hook] [Verse 3: M-Eighty] Oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah Wu Tang, la familiar, get on the [?] Constantly we k**ing 'em or draining em for [?] Often imitated, never duplicated Always celebrated forever made it We the greatest, get the the picture We know that you know that the crew's back Heavy balls slash intact, combat the track And Martyr drop the eighty on the daily maybe Just to show em Brew what Ricky Rubin Keep it slick like Rick the Ruger Do it, however you make you done it partner run it Keep it comin' while we gunnin Top slot. it's always somethin' Hands grimey, nose dotty, mouthpiece shoddy No need for Paparazzi With the crew shootin' beside me Pain in that a** while I'm ripping the track Tell the select to bring it back Ask Nino with The Carter Who gonna circle this remarkable timing Risk cause a mind shining Be the sign of the times You rap remind em, We! We! We! [Hook] [Verse 4: Nino Graye] Murk! Murk! Any enemies askin' for beef Get the machete hackin' 'em deep Pedigree better be master Fella relaxin' Never reactin' quick enough To get at me back with pleasantly pa**ive lines Mind cleverly crafted Claim you're heat you're in the training league I'm Fuego Faithfully Your body was just mentally fascist Mentally ma**ive, penalties actions d**h squad a**embly blastin' All pretend to be ba*tards Hey yo I stay true to find the course While you heathens fled from a god To try and pray to a higher source Flowin' off very honest depths You stuck in a pontoon gazing upon The current Mariana's Trench Rap's a restaurant, Caskey true Spittin' ABC raps written on napkins with drool Shoutin' they the best DJ Khaled in the booth More like Em and D12 What ya'll lackin' is the proof (Proof) (Proof) (Proof) (Proof)