Mob Ties Lyrics

[Introduction - Movie Clip from "Donnie Brasco"]
OK, When I introduce you
I'm going to say... "This is a friend of mine"
That means you're a connected guy
Now if I say's that, "This a friend of ours"
That would mean you're a made guy, capisce?

[Intro - B.E.N.N.Y.]
Ayo
Ugh
No matter how you shake it
Or how you weigh it up
We treat this shit like the Mob nigga!
Like the Mafia nigga!

[Chorus - B.E.N.N.Y. x2]
Ugh!
We real Mob guys
With real Mob ties
When the took MachineGun Black, We all cried
Crack the window in the kitchen, let the hard dry
I got ah true Hustler story in my hard drive

[Verse - B.E.N.N.Y.]
I fed my family off of Dope
Cause the system was bias
I got with the suppliers
Bricks in the Michelin tire
It's crazy
These rappers make up the shit and y'all buy it
Til ah pistol get fired, y'all just habitual liars
Ugh
Sucka's gone dispese you, but the Hustler's love it
Standing tall as the Eiffel, I built this up from nothing
I did my time in Population', I stood amongst the brothers
Cause only thing I checked in was my luggage
Sometimes I gotta think, "Am I fit for this business?"
We all street niggas, but somehow the principles different
Y'all like to talk, But where them opinions gone get cha?
I was taught they not around? then don't mention those niggas
Ah' Mother miss her Son, Ah' Wife miss her Husband
He was a killer but the news said he got hit for nothing
My dawg going up they got ah pistol from him
Beave' on the run he told me he ain't tryna miss this summer
My nigga texting said "I'm calling nigga! Hit me back!"
I see it ringing but I don't answer cause I think it's tapped Nightmares of agents combing through my recent raps
They gone try to match the dates up and piece it back
We got pulled in the Bronx we was smoking bud
They let us go cause they was tryna find dope and guns
Police said "Be careful, Ain't no issues with you"
"Just you ah rapper, and we know yall keep dem' pistols with chu."

[Chorus - B.E.N.N.Y. x2]
Ugh!
We real Mob guys
With real Mob ties
When the took MachineGun Black, We all cried
Crack the window in the kitchen, let the hard dry
I got ah true Hustler story in my hard drive

[Verse - 38 Spesh]
Ayo!
Hollow-heads in the nine cartridge
Shooters circle ya Mom's apartment
Like they trying find parking
Niggas rhyme like they Crime Bosses
Tired of guys talking 'bout they diamonds dancing
When they Mom's walking
Me and B.E.N.N.Y. combine forces
When y'all was in Job-corps shit
We caught like 5 charges
Not religious but I buy Crosses
It was times I turned water to wine in my mind faucet
Y'all came off the porch very late
I buried weight
I been doing this since DJ's carried crates
Prezy' Rollie with the cherry face
f*ck ah truck I'm trying fill up the furry on Eerie lake
I leave the house with like 40 on
2 loaded chromes, ah boost mobile phone and ah new Rollie on
We all owning homes
I wanted to be like Michael
Not the entertainer, Nigga Corleone

[Chorus - B.E.N.N.Y. x2]
Ugh!
We real Mob guys
With real Mob ties
When the took MachineGun Black, We all cried
Crack the window in the kitchen, let the hard dry
I got ah true Hustler story in my hard drive

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