Joe Scudda - Family Affair lyrics

[Verse One] [Big Pooh] Since '07 I said, "f** being famous" I'm still gon' make sure you know what my name is Still gon' make sure you see where my lane is Seven years later and I still know what pain is Obama president, we waitin' on them changes We broke up cause n***as ain't the same kids Left Atlantic cause we ain't in the same biz Neo fights lookin' like he what insane is sh**, you don't even know the half Motherf**as actin' like I didn't take math Puttin' up walls, tryin' to block my path No matter what they do, can't stop my laugh A best friend chose to go and cross my path Cool a** n***a, no need for the wrath I'm a good guy and I refuse to finish last Most people puttin' out music now trash Any instrumental that you got I'll smash Claim to be a Titan when you don't wanna Clash Ask S1 about Pooh, I mash Got a girl head in my lap, that's cla** All that bullsh** that you spread, I'll pa** People go nuts when they ego get ga**ed On that b**h sh**, move your neck with sa** On that Cher sh**, walk around with a Mask Joe I need some more Jack D in my flask MC Eiht n***as, +All 4 The Cash+ [Hook] [Big Pooh] Oh no it can't be Hall Of Justus is the family We had it with you n***as comin' 'round talkin' free Reservoir Dogs, pretty soon you'll see [Verse Two] [Chaundon] Chaundon's outta here, my career's goin' into orbit Flow's Rasputia, y'all n***as in Norbit Came into the game, made 'em forfeit Hit 'em with more sh** Lyrically I carry the torches Any broad I'm f**in' is gorgeous I make 'em all deep throat with no hands, I call it the cordless Tryin' to get my hands on some Grants/grands like Horace Flows on fire, I will burn down your forest Every verse kick like Chuck Norris Hooked on every one of my words, my sh** will never need a chorus Pontiac n***as goin' at a team of Porsches Fast and furious, my track record flawless Give it up before I get it on, cut your losses Middle management n***as, you know who the boss is Y'all n***as ain't nothin' but monkeys on porches Al Green ya chest, what I spit, scorches I keep on raisin' the bar and you're a novice All of y'all are Roc Emerson, that mean you garbage Run up in the street with the heat, make 'em nauseous You girl want s** for breakfast, I feed her sausage Bon appetit then I skeet on the porridge [Hook] [Big Pooh] Oh no it can't be Hall Of Justus is the family We had it with you n***as comin' 'round talkin' free Reservoir Dogs, pretty soon you'll see [Verse Three] [Joe Scudda] As I proceed to keep flossin' Share my speed and use caution Give 'em what they want cause really what they need If for me to be nothin' less than awesome H.O.J.'s the enterprise So anything other than us is uncivilized Uncontrollable And in my lane, is such a disdain for anything not a quotable So anythang you hear from Joe is notable It's the best sh** you heard in a lifetime My flow's the price of oil Takin' a toll, so you can say H.O.J.'s the pipeline You can say it, Joe Scudda's a mack In fact you can say anything other than wack Cause I ain't ever been that No I will never see it And anybody sayin' they saw it, we don't believe it I don't have to repeat it Put it simple and plain, I'm the best Did it for the love of the game Uh, I did it once than I did it again Did it for the fans, I did it for the fame It's the H.O.J [Hook] [Big Pooh] Oh no it can't be Hall Of Justus is the family We had it with you n***as comin' 'round talkin' free Reservoir Dogs, pretty soon you'll see [Verse Four] [Jozeemo] Yeah, I got blindsided but I post right back up I went the thug route, tool's out, b**h back up I'm an Eastwood gang member, not a Blood, not a Crip Tommy Gun buster, hold up that's a drum, not a clip n***as can't drink with me, not a drop, not a sip But I'll get you smoked out, Rutger 9, llama fifth Plus I got the drama kit Magazine and hollow tips President Barack, he should surround you with the politics First you got the congress Those be the old heads House of Representatives n***as who won't wear red The Senate get money But any means necessary They the reason the recession gon' be legendary It's kinda scary when you think about it Sharp shooter take your chain, blow a link up out it Take your dream, make you blink about it You need your mouth, you can't drink without it Shut it before I get mad with you Punchin' n***as so hard, break my hand grissle I'm doin' you a favor by lettin' my man twist you I was all cool, y'all made it a damn issue You really wanna take it to pistols? What is you loco? Or is you snitchin', workin' undercover for the po-po? Put this n***a in a choke hold [Hook] [Big Pooh] Oh no it can't be Hall Of Justus is the family We had it with you n***as comin' 'round talkin' free Reservoir Dogs, pretty soon you'll see