family reunion

uh oh!

it's that time again

it's been too long

it's family reunion

we got to school y'all to the game

you know what let's talk to 'em

let's go

uh

mic check

mic check

check

one two

one two

y'all already know what time it is

family reunion

ransom

hitchcock

fab

let's go

the wolves is out niggaz

uh

get 'em boy

ain't nobody tryin to rap or play me

i'll be at they crib with a couple hammers and a black old av

black gonna pay me

still get the smack off baisley

cause i'm touchin more diesel than shaq old lady

boy

you did it

i done it

i get it

i punish

the shit that i come with'll separate a riff from a stomach

i'm the boss

when i spit it

you love it

matter fact

i'm a viking

i need a whole village to plumage

yeah

the nigga is here

the city is scared

you got the throne? then i think i need to sit in your chair

we could really get physical here

and the sky's the limit nigga

i put your whole clique in the air

baby

so quit playin

'fore the clips spray 'em

and have his mia like nick saban

his whole shit caved in

my whole clique cavemen

hard bodied nigga

my whole shit pavement

you can't spit if you dead in the ground

in the woods

where your head'll be found

and it's good that you gettin it now

in the precinct confessin it now

i can't fuck with the rest of you clowns

faggot

high in the silence before the storm

lincoln park

the audubon

slang rock on the same block that the water on

i be more than gone

run and get your order form

next time i record a song

gon' put my daughter on

cause she realer than most niggaz

i tote triggers

for you broke niggaz and gold diggers with no figures

that why i palm the heater

for all you non-believers

i'm on your ass like white on rice

i'm condoleezza

better con the preacher

you tryin to get on a feature

better get your casket bastard

i'm gon' eat ya

we ain't in the same weight class

your fake ass

couldn't stop a nigga with brake pads

i'm way past

anything that you ever did

i'm better kid and we never sweat a bid

it's easy to get a cig

in the bing

i'm like ving rhames

i bring pain

i sling 'caine off the wing like i'm king james

y'all doubtin who?

when i spit the whole lead

they be callin code red

like mountain dew

'fore i count to two

you could get your back blown

cause your chemic's out of minutes like a tracfone

get back homes

i'm back on my shit

i don't mingle

i'm like pringles

stackin my chips

clappin my fifth

you the 'test me type'

comin out with a blade" to get wesley snipes