Paulie & Vito - Black Soprano Family, Benny the Butcher, Rick Hyde

See, you need people like us

So you can point the finger and be like «Oh yeah»

(They know)

Those the bad guys

Black Soprano Mob

BSF, Gangsta Well Respected

We from the struggle, it was hard in the streets

Before rap, so hard in the streets

(Nigga, so hard)

Ten toes down in the concrete

This for my real thugs love to tote heat

All the hustlers posted on them back streets

Scale up, nigga had a slow week (Keep grinding)

He a rat nigga, that’s a slow leak

It’s the mob, we don’t fuck with police

It’s time to separate the boys from men

These niggas green, don’t even separate the fives and tens

I’ve been counting up wins, trying get me a Benz

Just was standing on the corner with a bundle in Timbs

I’m thinking in M’s, she wanna be friends

Told her I ain’t got time, plus I’m fucking her friends

I’ve been chasing them bands, we ain’t' shaking no hands

All the ops must die, told the squad make plans

In the streets I’m connected, nigga highly respected

Throwing dirt on my name but they never direct it

I still smell like cane, fresh out the game

Used to sell propane, my nickname Hold Thing

Probably ain’t seen one, so you don’t know that talk

Off white in the pot, it came hard like chalk

Get rich out the streets, just don’t get caught

Keep your mouth closed, when the feds come don’t talk

We from the struggle, it was hard in the streets

Before rap, so hard in the streets

(Nigga, so hard)

Ten toes down in the concrete

This for my real thugs love to tote heat

All the hustlers posted on them back streets

Scale up, nigga had a slow week (It's Ricky)

He a rat nigga, that’s a slow leak

It’s the mob, we don’t fuck with police

All I talk is money and it’s fluent, I’m bilingual

Turn my operation to an album with no singles

Just linked up in Dallas with the Mexicans

My youngin, he playing with the Eagles

Black Soprano over C-notes, my life is like Casino

I come from the biggest little city, it ain’t Reno

Free my brother, free my nigga

The hood ain’t been the same since like 2003 though

I drink liquor just to cope with it, couldn’t be no broke nigga

Since we talking bread, you gotta break it with your close niggas

You sick 'cause what I gross nigga, Miami in a Ghost nigga

30 in the toast nigga, I’m better than most niggas

It’s Ricky

We from the struggle, it was hard in the streets

Before rap, so hard in the streets

(Nigga, so hard)

Ten toes down in the concrete

This for my real thugs love to tote heat

All the hustlers posted on them back streets

Scale up, nigga had a slow week (Keep grinding)

He a rat nigga, that’s a slow leak

It’s the mob, we don’t fuck with police