Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Family Affair, artist - Ludacris. Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
Family Affair |
| Feel like niggas taking us as a joke |
| Gotta show 'em who boss |
| My team gotta eat |
| You niggas be stupid and come with that beef shit you losin |
| My squad is guerillas no questions don’t like us then sue us |
| A natural disaster I follow the footsteps of Luda |
| It’s my time to shine |
| Don’t need no co-signer I speak through my music I’m tighter |
| Than any female in your camp, see I’m taking the title |
| Think I don’t see these snakes hatin on me |
| Time to expose these chicks soundin like me |
| Cheah! |
| Lil' Fate, nigga |
| G-Road, Southside |
| You niggas can’t compete, I do this in my sleep |
| Dream about money, laying on million dollar sheets |
| Look at my feet, Louis, Gucci |
| To me Bathing Ape cheap, truly who he |
| Thank he is lookin all fruity? |
| Ghetto-ass nigga got some money and turned bougie |
| Look at all them groupies, bopping, jocking |
| Fuck that shit, Lil' Fate’s a problem, and you can’t stop him |
| I got a buncha shit |
| I got a buncha shit |
| Buncha flows, buncha dough, me and a buncha hoes |
| Drop some elbows on to ya, call 'em Dusty Rhodes |
| I done bought alot of ice, I don’t fuck with clothes |
| I was a felon, you see me fail |
| Now the truck so big I need CDL’s |
| Only child that’s poverty stricken |
| Project lifestyle, I will get rid of you nigga |
| Quicker than a sack off in the trap |
| Do it like the dons do it |
| I’mma serve the next car that come through here |
| We defeated the odds, my squad is the realest |
| End up reaching the stars, they say the sky was the limit |
| From the start to the finish the hardest that did it |
| Anything different is not realistic, we’re not listening |
| This is now a intro of a click called DT |
| Punch you in your shit folk, get wrong, silencer hit home |
| Ugly when they hit home |
| Tell them sucka niggas we from Southside we been on, we been on |
| Now I’m the hood’s best I dun travel the long road up on this rap quest |
| Strap vest young’n, North Carolina accent |
| Don’t act amped, Mac 10 bring truth with its back stance |
| Black bands on the money knots when I’m in the spot |
| Posted whipping pigeons in the kitchen for them lemon drops |
| I’ll fix ya when I hit ya clip hit ya for your lemon pop |
| Nowadays I ain’t on the block pitching but I’m in the spot shifting |
| For the top and the 6 is from the lot |
| Oasis of this desert rap mirage hierarchy |
| KN guns play for the your Suns like Barkley |
| So don’t bother me, we got choppers like west coast or Orange County |
| Born with that norm about me |
| They be high up like a balcony |
| Inspiration get it out of me especially when they doubting me |
| I’ll never go back to the Bedford Drive way of living |
| Cause I thrive on precision you’re high off wisdom |
| Yes I am a Christian, I make niggas listen |
| How my intermission one time found it’s way in prison |
| Cause I don’t act up, make you think |
| You hear that loud beep on a Mack Truck, ya hear me? |
| Yeeeah! |
| Since I been wit a DTP, man everything just been better man |
| Better whips, better chains, better grip in the bank |
| Extra clips cause the young boy gun got better aim |
| Young veteran, let me spell my name, S-M-A-L-L-W-O-R-L-D |
| You will honor me, cover y’all niggas in dirt like pottery |
| My influence on this earth’s surface is certain 4.4 certain to blow |
| You who it’s curtains fo' when it’s for Kurtis Blows |
| This here for the world to know, we fixing to blow like Merlin’s nose |
| Twist chicks and curl they toes, then twist and twirl the dro |
| They say roses are red so is the gold on my neck |
| They say violets are blue and then my diamonds are too |
| D.T.P., got me on the bubble like court top |
| Since I met Luda I been playing diamond like shortstops |
| Sportin' rocks whiter than caucasians |
| Yellower than a coward tar hills in my red chain |
| Bluer than Smurfette’s face, see through like an X-Ray |
| Thanks to Chak and Jeff lots of wealth |
| Blocks and bells and stock and shares, I’m outta here |
| Man, when it come to getting head I’m the local champ |
| The only male that get licked more than a postage stamp |
| It’s a house in my garage, the car came with a green card |
| If you’re a peon that means it’s Eu-ro-pean |
| Punch lines bruise egos, rap Zab Judah |
| Don’t get *Furious 2 Fast* and *Crash* like Luda |
| Get dashed on, Bobby Johnson that ass |
| Got potatoes for haters, niggas want beef, they get mashed on |
| You ain’t know? |
| Shawn mothafuckin' J, D.T.P |
| FPI, every mothafuckin. |
| It’s the verse that you been waiting on, from the nigga they be hating on |
| 20 is the anchor every bitch is conversating on |
| Your crib got square feet, too much for me to talk about |
| You saving for your car note, my driveway’s a parking lot |
| Eastside OG, they hate it when a nigga leave |
| I’m coming up in this world, you niggas dry heave |
| This is my speed I been here from the first day |
| Y’all niggas can’t take our spot, y’all just valets |
| Motherfuckin right. |
| You betta understand it man, it’s a Family Affair |
| Disturbing Tha Peace. |
| Ludacris on the microphone |
| And as I told you before, we just getting started |
| That’s right. |
| We don’t die, we multiply, nigga |
| So whoever want it, come on and get it |
| Whatever you want, we could supply it |
| That’s right dammit |
| Oh wait a second y’all thought I wasn’t gonna rap on this motherfucker too? |
| I’m the boss nigga, look… |
| Motherfucker, I’m a monster in this game, I thought I told you before |
| Fans so geeked up you think I sold them some blow |
| They sold on the flow, this rap game I’m closin the do' |
| 5 years in a motherfucking row, who want it? |
| I got it |
| Cuz my raps are chaotic, your face blue like Hypnotiq |
| Cause I’m a multi-millionaire who still using Ebonics |
| Or country grammar we gon' bananas in South Atlanta |
| Jesus was a carpenter so we’re proud about cocking them hammers. |
| Nigga |
| I’mma leave you with that, think about. |
| Let’s go… |