Lyrics:

(Intro - Ghostface Killah (movie sample))
Just keep away (just keep away
Go on, it's not your fight!)
It's not yours nigga, fall back
I'm about to blow something out here
Straight up, yeah, this is a family thing
We gon' handle our business and shit
These muthafuckas know not to come around here like that
This is real shit, real talk
Four different niggaz with four different aspects, nigga
This is family shit
Who the fuck said family ain't family no more, nigga?
This is tight shit, tighter than white in ya wallet

(Verse 1 - Ghostface Killah)
Yo, I'm talking heavy bags of coke, bracelets on every men
Innocent dope pushers, overnight kingpins
Indeed, we smack niggaz up for the cheese
Throw bleach in ya face. Got beef? Let it be chuck
The streets don't know my peeps
Jumpin' out of UPS trucks, blowing niggaz off they feet
With four-four gloves, rims spinnin,' tippin' on fo-fo's
My mouth be worth millions, something like Paul Wall's
Ladies look out; they ain't thugs, they homo's
The film look hyper, when I clap 'em in slo mo'
Y'all still paying the mob? We whip niggaz out like waffle batter
Theodore ancient with dart, flossin' them diamonds
Discussing our hits over a glass of scotch
Baywatch bitches that ski, take turns when they hand us the twat
Think not, we still run the trains, till the condom pop
On the low, we still fucking them cops
Pretty things from all precincts
Friday nights, we holding they Glocks
This is family, nigga. Niggaz can't stand me
Next up, my little man, I hand you the jammy

(Sun God)
You know the fam, what it is, it is what it is
S.I.N.Y., where the animals live
Aspect niggaz run in yo cribs
I don't care if you blast for the cash, then scramble yo wig
I'm like damn, what a wonderful kid
I could do what I want, doing dirt, not serving a bid
You know a real fam handle they biz, everybody get searched
From the grandpops down to the kids
And my time, I'm officially here
Tell ya man go and start up ya car, start shiftin' the gears
Sun God got the pits for his hairs 'cause niggaz is scared
Hopin' I don't let it blow in they ribs
I said hot, niggaz get robbed nonstop
Once the gun cock, niggaz strip down to they socks
And my fam at the tippity top, I won't stop
Believe it or not, you and ya man is close targets
Juks everything, dice games, mini markets
Fam gon' spark it
I'mma take whatever's in the pockets, mostly the cash and the wallet
Slide off the jewels 'cause you shinin,' begets and the diamonds
Never deny niggaz with iron (Yo)

(Raekwon)
Ay yo, chillin' with the Caesar crew
We can smoke, all in the halls
It's how many niggaz with guns, got 'em on
All tip top, cling to the fullest, mad bullets
This is a hobby, the lobby where they clap yo hoods
Get the paper, word to everything, we a acre up
Barbequein' like a mutt, we ain't taking nothing
A high tech extremist, Gatorade, paid ya boy some money
To lay up on the low, swinging beamers
I need to be an actor, but instead, I'd rather be in Hempstead
All of my bread came from crack barbers and shoppers
So much beef in these whoppers
Guns that'll knock out floors and hit choppers
What? What? The family remains, 'cause it's grain
It's automatic, I live it and I claim it's real
Come around here, you bow here
Yo, lay that half tape, then you will get wrapped real quick

(Trife Da God)
Ay yo, we hug the block on President's Day
Swinging all year round, gettin' that money the American way
Might run up in yo wedding, grab the reverend and spray
And let the shots for whatever they may
This is family, nigga, minus the mob size
The resurrection of Tony Starks 'Trife Dies', starring in Part 5
Niggaz'd rather die when they pride's in question
Tryin' to play hero, gettin' stuck for they prized possessions
Look you staring in the eyes of oppression, that's why I ride with protection
Extended clips, super sizing my weapons
Five eleven, keep the heat tucked
That'll burn a hole through ya stomach like acid reflux
Get buried in ya cheap tux'
We make it hard for you niggaz to keep up
Been through a hundred towns, and running, beating the streets up
From up north in New York, down in Miami
Pumping at the table, breaking bread like a family

(Cappadonna)
Florida, where we follow the code of the streets in
Breakin' the beats in
We takin' the East, never the least
We invading the streets, shaking the beast
We familia for life
We don't run, we grab knives
My double-edged spit life
My dogs is real tight, shootin' the dice
Some of my fam might snatch ya ice
Got family that go to church, come back like 'it don't work'
Got family that'll set you up
Got family that'll chill, wanna spark the dutch
Wizard my fam, that stuck you up
I got fam that'll fuck you up
Chop you up, put your body in the back of the truck
Osama Island, you been whilin,' see the violence
We display talent, respect balance
Nigga Shaolin