| See, you need people like us
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| So you can point the finger and be like «Oh yeah»
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| (They know)
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| Those the bad guys
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| Black Soprano Mob
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| BSF, Gangsta Well Respected
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| We from the struggle, it was hard in the streets
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| Before rap, so hard in the streets
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| (Nigga, so hard)
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| Ten toes down in the concrete
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| This for my real thugs love to tote heat
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| All the hustlers posted on them back streets
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| Scale up, nigga had a slow week (Keep grinding)
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| He a rat nigga, that’s a slow leak
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| It’s the mob, we don’t fuck with police
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| It’s time to separate the boys from men
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| These niggas green, don’t even separate the fives and tens
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| I’ve been counting up wins, trying get me a Benz
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| Just was standing on the corner with a bundle in Timbs
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| I’m thinking in M’s, she wanna be friends
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| Told her I ain’t got time, plus I’m fucking her friends
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| I’ve been chasing them bands, we ain’t' shaking no hands
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| All the ops must die, told the squad make plans
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| In the streets I’m connected, nigga highly respected
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| Throwing dirt on my name but they never direct it
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| I still smell like cane, fresh out the game
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| Used to sell propane, my nickname Hold Thing
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| Probably ain’t seen one, so you don’t know that talk
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| Off white in the pot, it came hard like chalk
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| Get rich out the streets, just don’t get caught
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| Keep your mouth closed, when the feds come don’t talk
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| We from the struggle, it was hard in the streets
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| Before rap, so hard in the streets
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| (Nigga, so hard)
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| Ten toes down in the concrete
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| This for my real thugs love to tote heat
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| All the hustlers posted on them back streets
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| Scale up, nigga had a slow week (It's Ricky)
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| He a rat nigga, that’s a slow leak
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| It’s the mob, we don’t fuck with police
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| All I talk is money and it’s fluent, I’m bilingual
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| Turn my operation to an album with no singles
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| Just linked up in Dallas with the Mexicans
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| My youngin, he playing with the Eagles
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| Black Soprano over C-notes, my life is like Casino
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| I come from the biggest little city, it ain’t Reno
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| Free my brother, free my nigga
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| The hood ain’t been the same since like 2003 though
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| I drink liquor just to cope with it, couldn’t be no broke nigga
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| Since we talking bread, you gotta break it with your close niggas
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| You sick 'cause what I gross nigga, Miami in a Ghost nigga
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| 30 in the toast nigga, I’m better than most niggas
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| It’s Ricky
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| We from the struggle, it was hard in the streets
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| Before rap, so hard in the streets
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| (Nigga, so hard)
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| Ten toes down in the concrete
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| This for my real thugs love to tote heat
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| All the hustlers posted on them back streets
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| Scale up, nigga had a slow week (Keep grinding)
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| He a rat nigga, that’s a slow leak
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| It’s the mob, we don’t fuck with police |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Paulie & Vito , by - Black Soprano FamilySong from the album Benny the Butcher & DJ Drama Present: The Respected Sopranos, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп