The Motto - Black Soprano Family & Heem B$F

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They know

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Niggas know the motto, black Glock with gold hollows

In my dope boy stance, drinkin' out the gold bottle

Fuck tomorrow, war time, it's no sorrow

We do real mob business, suit up, it's the Sopranos

Feel the Tommy drum, two bodies on one Tommy gun

Circle 'round the block, blow clips until the Tommy done

Body somethin', boy a bitch, he won't body nothin'

Youngin's turnt up from a hit, he say he got him one

The Glock 20 got a switch, it's auto and semi

And we never talk to the law, y'all niggas real friendly

Suckers envy, set the tone, it's all trendy

They hear me scream, two guns up, they gettin' busy

We the murder gang, it's the mob, I know you heard of gang

700 Crimestone, we let them burners bang

Ghetto pain, thugs cry, it sound like ghetto rain

Ask them niggas, I'm really Heem, that was my ghetto name, they know

Niggas don't do it like the mob do

A hundred deep, black fleet on creep, that's how we mob, dude

Cash rules everything around you

We from the streets, drugs, money, and beef, this what we mob to

Ayo, yo, yo, yo, this what we mob to

From the streets, drugs, money, and beef, this what we mob to

Ayo, yo, yo, yo, this what we mob to

The streets, drugs, money, and beef, this what we mob to

It's lil' Heem the realest, really gangster, you gotta feel this

I learned the game from dope boys and old killers

This mob business, prick his fingers, he mob with us

And I'll go to war with the city for my niggas

Fill a body bag, take his soul from one shotty blast

Last nigga played with the gang, they went and got his ass

Body cast, two shooters in white hockey masks

Fifty shots on switch Glocks, the beef'll never last

Army vests, shoestrings that wrap around the TEC

All-black linen and boots, who gettin' bodied next?

Show respect, say the word and they'll blow his chest

7.62 tips, they rippin' through a vest

Made a check sellin' nicks, I used to play the steps

Pushin' P's turned into G's, I did a hundred reps

Wish me death, niggas vexed, they sent a hundred threats

Went from sellin' crack on the stoop to jumpin' on the jet

They know

It's Heem, nigga

They know

Like that

It's that East Side grimy

Know where to find me, nigga

Uh, uh, they know