"Family Tree" as written by Kevin Duane Mccord, Anthony Henderson, Steven Howse, Bryon Mccane and Charles Scruggs....
Yeah come on come on come on,
This is my family, this is my family
My family, this is my family
This is my family, my family

Lord help me make up my mind
Which way do I turn when there's so much stress
Surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady
And I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy
Me and yo' baby brother we keeps the rhythm
You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya
Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then
I guess I'm stuck (oh fuck)
The team knew I meant so much when I get to heaven they're
"Boy what's up?" We can ride and roll, I know
Without this po-po trailin', bailin'
Although in heaven betcha that's a promise
Comin' with tha niggaz can't test this
Creep if heat is all ya
Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat
And the sack of weed straight out of control
Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters
And tha po-po as well
Figure everybody need and we livin' in hell
Nigga really can't tell, so why?
Prepare for the worst and hope for the best
And the rest as written, some want to treat my
Like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin'
Could I be? Come a little bit closer
Why you cautious when you approach?
Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers mo' thug
Breakaz fittin' to take shit over
Under my halo pray mo' say mo' thug with love
To tha depth that tha game goes
Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose

Nigga better roll than get rolled over
We shuttin' shit down, and you
Know a nigga love to get buck wild
Pow come fuck with me now (now, now)

This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family

Thug in my hood is drug prison and
Is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?
Be crooked beginnin' of my endin'
Why is my mind spinnin? I'll say hey, fuck it
My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin
Was one of the reasons I'm thuggin
Instead of straight hustlin' somebody tell me somethin'
What is there? Nothin'? If I give you, what'll you give me?
You'll fuck it all up for the love of lust
Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe
Peace 'til the end of the road 'cause we're all gone
But no, nigga don't lose your soul
Put trust in mine, alright then we can roll (roll, roll)

This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family

Cause you're too young, mama, and daddy, when ya
Lay down and (have some eggs) and I remember y'all breakin' up
Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?
Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha
Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother
And I learned to harmony
On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where
I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair
That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man
Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man
He talks with his hand
Come come creep on tha streets with me
That's where I learned how to sell drugs
It's where I learned how to pump slugs
It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine
So I creep and I grind don't give it up but get down
And I know that shit was wrong but
Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me
Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)
Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors
We survivors, that's why we be

This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family

Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy
Don't fuck around in tha grave and yo
Brains'll be hangin' damaged by
Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin', playa hatin'
It's getting contagious, why do these niggaz
Think they can break us
Want to grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab
What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then
They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death
We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same
But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?

(So we let them wreck us)
Tha 44 magnum tag'em (stacked) like them
Niggaz or like the people that fight 'em
Callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip
Up and you're gonna get blasted
What do you want to dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop
Nigga we drinkaz be everytime
To tha 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody
(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies y'all
Find that smokin' that grass
Nigga pass tha pump, (We takin') a loss and wakin up in
Their coffin. Oh nigga but when we come they run
But we're gonna catch'em and one day God forgive me
I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down
Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love them niggaz
Want to test my sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)
You know we gettin them (say nigga you know that, that, that, that)
Bad, bad, them thugs them niggaz
(I figure you know that, that, that, that)
(You niggaz should know that, that, that, that)
Yeah, yeah (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)
Yeah yeah. It's nineteen, ninety, ninety, ninety, ninety, ninety it's almost
Nineteen-ninety, ninety, ninety, ninety, ninety, it's almost nineteen-ninety ninety, ninety, nine, nine, nine, nine

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"Family Tree" as written by Bryon Mccane Anthony Henderson

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