Letras
See, you need people like us
So you can point the finger and be like, "Oh yeah"
(They know)
Those the bad guys
Black Soprano Mob
BSF, Gangsta Well Respected
We from the struggle, it was hard in the streets
Before rap, so hard in the streets (nigga, so hard)
Ten toes down in the concrete
This for my real thugs love to tote heat
All the hustlers posted on them backstreets
Scale up, nigga had a slow week (keep grinding)
He a rat nigga, that's a slow leak
It's the mob, we don't fuck with police
It's time to separate the boys from men (separate nigga)
These niggas green, don't even separate the fives and tens
I've been counting up wins, trying get me a Benz (we winning in it)
Just was standing on the corner with a bundle in Timbs
I'm thinking in M's, she wanna be friends
Told her I ain't got time, plus I'm fucking her friends (fucking all your friends)
I've been chasing them bands, we ain't' shaking no hands (nah)
All the ops must die, told the squad make plans
In the streets I'm connected, nigga highly respected
Throwing dirt on my name, but they never direct it
I still smell like cane (smell like shit), nigga fresh out the game
Used to sell propane, my nickname, Hold Thing (Hold Thing)
Probably ain't seen one, so you don't know that talk (don't know that talk 'bout that shit, nigga)
Off-white in the pot, it came hard like chalk
Get rich out the streets, just don't get caught (don't get caught)
Keep your mouth closed, when the feds come don't talk (shh)
We from the struggle, it was hard in the streets
Before rap, so hard in the streets (nigga, so hard)
Ten toes down in the concrete
This for my real thugs love to tote heat
All the hustlers posted on them backstreets
Scale up, nigga had a slow week (it's Ricky)
He a rat nigga, that's a slow leak
It's the mob, we don't fuck with police
All I talk is money, and it's fluent, I'm bilingual
Turn my operation to an album with no singles