Family Ties - Cam'Ron, Nicole Wray

Killa, Dipset

Man I spit that pimp talk, you hang out where the pimps collide

It’s a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

This ain’t the pimp camp: pimp limp, pimp stance

Pimp-slap a slim tramp, order steak, shrimp scamp

Ok-k-kay, you g-g-gay

I’ll soufflé ya toupée and bottles be a bouquet

Right where you stay, or where you stayed

That .45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

For 9 years in Spain had the time share

Back to Times Square… I got dimes here

By the Port Authority, but I got more authority

Your girl she ordered Mauri, checks she forge 'em for me

Reporters report me how she report to the orgy

But it’s more to the story: her daughter applaud me

We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset

We hold our own, don’t think you can move us or push us

We step to the side, that’s why I call this family ties

Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset

Killa!

Uhh

From the back of the cop-ride

To black-on-black, black when we cop rides

I will not hide, «hi ma, hot thighs»

Dick on her nose… now she’s cock-eyed

From whippin' the bacon rolls to outside whippin' the bacon Rolls

Sanaa Lathan knows, I’m rakin' but makin' dough

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own Jamaican clothes

I ain’t talkin' the Poconos, I’m talkin' the Aspens, to slopes we go

You get the «okey doke», play me, baby I hope he know

We break noses, call him baby Pinocchio

(Fuckin' liar), I hold him with blue mittens

2 pigeons, «what the fuck are you pitchin'?»

1 house, 2 kitchens… who's bitchin'?

I bring the diesel, won’t see the Fu-Schnickens

(And I don’t trust a hoe)

That’s mother to baby-mother

Motherfucker, you look like a lady-lover

I’ll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Tell her drink, come get drunk, it’s nut cracker

And it’s well known that Rell home

Yup, hit E. T up on the cell phone

As your family dies, and my family rise

Call the network, Dipset, Family Ties (Killa)

We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset

We hold our own, don’t think you can move us or push us

We step to the side, that’s why I call this family ties

Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset

They see me in that lavender tank, you’d rather just faint

I was Fort Laudi, you was Saint Latter-Day Saints

Whips get lathered in paint

Rap with the rappers, scrap with the actors, cap back: abracadabra

And I’m appalled think that we at all comfortable

Me in Mauris, these rappers all Theodore Huxtable

They mother’s a lawyer, they father’s a doctor

Auction coke to the coppers, Glocks in the locker and

Who you supposed to be?

Get hung from the rosaries

Call me «C.O.D.»

— that’s coke and them Os of D

Some OD’ed, B off them Os of D

I ain’t give a fuck as long as they ain’t close to me

Put ya drugs in the air, give a toast to me

Pump that Dip in ya veins, get dope like me

Fuck Kerry and Bush, you should vote for me

For real, nigga, on the real the last hope is me

We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset

We hold our own, don’t think you can move us or push us

We step to the side, that’s why I call this family ties

Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset