Havikk the Rhime Son - Family Thang lyrics

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Havikk the Rhime Son - Family Thang lyrics

(Intro) Young Prod n***a You know who a real rider is? My family fool! That's right Puts it down on any hood or clique That's real Trick (Young Prod) It's the young mackola, slangin crack to stackola The chip motorola holds the .44 to blow ya Dohja smoke ignites the fire like lighters The drop 64's catch the hoes on sighta Let's take a trip to where the homies puts it down They get (?) and say I never come around But I'm in traffic, tryna make a proper come up Livin in this hell hole makes me wanna blow my dome up My baby mama is more righteous than they come The hood's on my back, the child support don't help me none So now I'm on a mission, n***as in my rear view Damn it's the homie, what the f** them n***as up to I bust a U. and still the homies on my backside I grab the .44 hit the petrol in a G-O metro And damn, I still got payments on this muthaf**a I lost all the hub caps and the homies I don't trust 'em (Chorus) Well Young Prod I got your back if these n***as start trippin And Twin I got your back too if it's mo' than two And if it's mo' than three they gotta f** with me And that's how it's gon swang with this family thang And you know I got your back if these n***as start trippin And I got your back too if it's mo' than two And if it's mo' than three they gotta f** with me And that's how it's gon swang with this family thang (Verse 2) Y'all n***as k** me, feel me down when you up around Clown me, down me when your a** not up around me Now tell me G who's the f**in playa hata Mad cause I put my family up on some paper My homie Joe gave me the 'fo on your b**h-a** Hey Droop I got your back loc, so won't you put the smash Down, clowns like you I call haters Mad cause you jock us but still can't fade us It's young Droop on a creep as I tips down, man They got nothin to lose but 50 G's to gain If I maintain a low profile like a Pirelli Cause n***as be schemin like evil side and wicked dreamin Night after night be havin a n***a straight plottin Like "Oliver Stone" out to get a grip of his own And it's on and ain't no fakin n***as out for the takin But if they come at me wrong Rata-tat-tat, ain't no get bacc (Chorus) Twin and Droop I got your back if these n***as start trippin Prod I got your back too if it's mo' than two And if it's mo' than three they gotta f** with me And that's how it's gon swang with this family thang In-a-cut I got your back if these n***as start trippin Big Prod I got your back too if it's mo' than two And if it's mo' than three they gotta f** with me And that's how it's gon swang with this family thang (Havikk) Now from the gate I gots to skate block to block when I'm swervin Puffin up on that herb and still down for curb servin Cutla** on deck, n***as trip, I'm a winner Khakis and Chuck T's, gold D's as I bend the n***a's block, batteries hot, lockin a 40 Gold Rhimeson packin heat and it's on n***as playa hatin cause I stack the chip, dippin in a C-low Puttin my bang down with my kinfolks (Prodeje) I see them half-a** hoes so damn down I used to figure But now I'm hearin sh**, it makes me wanna pull a trigger n***a, I put you down when you had nathin n***a, but now I'm hearin 'bout your playa hatin Rollin in my low-low '64 loc, with my kinfolks Fake-a** locs they get smoked tho' We still deep, we be tight like Vice Grips Collectin chips, dumpin clips on n***as who set trip (Chorus) Rhimeson and Prod I got your back if these n***as start trippin Young Prod I got your back too if it's mo' than two So we serwin'em heat on these SC streets And thats how we hoo bang with these family thang Rhimeson and Prod I got your back if these n***as start trippin Young Prod I got your back too if it's mo' than two So we serwin'em heat on these LA streets And thats how we hoo bang with these family thang (Outro)Havikk b*atch Westside and Eastside Takin your a** on a gangsta ride So peep this sh** out n***a It's the "in-a-cut-gang", baby, baby And it's the South Central Cartel, baby And it's the Young Prod thang, baby, baby And all them n***as can't fade me I'm crazy Yeah, we be puttin it down for the 199-muthaf**in-6 You know what I'm sayin?