Family affair chords by Ludacris
Verse 1
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Family Affair"
(Feat. Field Mob, I- 20, Lil' Fate,
Norfclk, Playaz Circle)
Feel like niggaz taking
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us as a joke
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Gotta show 'em whose boss
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My team gotta eat
Verse 2
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You niggaz be stupid,
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you come with that beef shit you losing
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My squad of Guerillas no questions
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don't like us then sue us
A natural disaster I follow the
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footsteps of Luda
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It's my time to shine
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Don't need no co- signer I speak through
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my music I'm tighter
Than any female in your camp,
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see I'm taking the title
These ghetto streets,
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these snakes hating on me
Time to expose these chicks
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Dm
underlining me
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Verse 3
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Am
Cheah! Lil' Fate, nigga
G- Road, Southside
Verse 4
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You niggaz can't compete,
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I do this in my sleep
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Dream about money,
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laying on million dollar sheets
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Look at my feet, Louie, Gucci
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To me bathing ain't cheap,
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truly who he?
Banky ears looking all fruity
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Ghetto- ass nigga got some
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money and turned bugee
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Look at all them groupies,
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bopping, jocking
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Fuck that shit, Lil' Fate's a problem,
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and you can't stop him
Verse 5
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I got a buncha shit
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I got a buncha shit
Verse 6
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Buncha flows, buncha dough,
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me and a buncha hoes
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Drop some elbows on to ya,
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call 'em *Dusty Rhodes*
I done bought alot of ice,
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I don't fuck with clothes
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I was a felon, you see me fail
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Now the truck so big
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I need CDL's
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Only child that's poverty stricken
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Project lifestyle,
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I will get rid of you nigga
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Quicker than a sack off in the trap
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Do it like the dons do it
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Serve the next car that
come through here
Verse 7
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We defeated the odds,
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my squad is the realest
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End up reaching the stars,
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they say the sky was the limit
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From the start to the finish the
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hardest that did it
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Anything different is not realistic,
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we're not listening
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This is now a intro of
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a click called DT
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Punch you in your shit folk,
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get wrong, silencer hit home
Ugly when they hit home
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Tell them sucka niggaz we from Southside we been on,
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we been on
Dm
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Verse 8
Now I'm the hood's best I dun travel
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the long road up on this rap quest
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Strap vest young'n,
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North Carolina accent
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Don't act amped, Mac 10 bring
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truth with its back stance
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Black bands on the money knots
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when I'm in the spot
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Posted whipping pigeons in the
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kitchen for them lemon drops
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I'll fix ya when I hit ya clip hit ya
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for your lemon pop
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Nowadays I ain't on the block pitching
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but I'm in the spot shifting
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For the top and the 6 is from the lot
Verse 9
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Oasis of this desert,
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rap mirage higharchy
KN guns play for the your Suns like Barkley
So don't bother me,
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we got choppers like west coast or Orange County
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Born with that norm about me
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They be high up like a balcony
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Inspiration get it out of me especially
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when they doubting me
I'll never go back to the
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Bedford Drive way of living
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Cuz I thrive on precision
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you're high off wisdom
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Yes I am a Christian,
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I make niggaz listen
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How my intermission one
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time found it's way in prison
Dm
Cuz I don't act up,
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make you take a needle on
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Beam in the mattress. Ya
Verse 10
hear me? Yeah!
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Since I been wit a DTP, man everything
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just been better man
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Better whips, better chains,
better grip in the bank
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Extra clips cuz the young
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boy gun got better aim
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Young veteran, let me spell my name,
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S- M- A- L- L- W- O- R- L- D
You are on to me,
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cover y'all niggaz in dirt like pottery
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My influence on this earth's surface
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is certain 4.4 certain to blow
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You who it's curtains fo' when
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it's for Kurtis Blows
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This here for the world to know,
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we fixing to blow like Merlin's nose
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Twist chicks and curl they toes,
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then twist and twirl the dro
Dm
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Verse 11
They say roses are red so is
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the gold on my neck
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They say violets are and my
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diamonds are too
DTP, got me on the bubble
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like court top
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Since I met Luda I been playing
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diamond like shortstops
Sold rock, whiter than Caucasians
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Yellower than a coward
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tar hills in my red chain
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Bluer than Smurfette's face,
see through like an X- Ray
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Thanks to Chak an d Jeff lots of wealth
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Blocks an d bells and stock and shares,
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I'm outta here
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Verse 12
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Man, when it come to getting
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head I'm the local champ
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The only male that get licked
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more than a postage stamp
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It's the house and my garage,
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bought caine wit a green card
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It's European that means
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that you're a pe- yon
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Punch lines bruise egos, rap Zab Judah
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Don't get *Furious 2 Fast* and
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*Crash* like Luda
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Get dashed on, Bobby Johnson that ass
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Got potatoes for haters, niggaz want beef,
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they get mashed on
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You ain't know? Some
Verse 13
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motherfuckers say DTP, FBI,
every motherfucker
Verse 14
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It's the verse that you been waiting on,
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from the nigga they be hating on
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20 is the anchor every bitch
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is conversating on
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Your crib got square feet,
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too much for me to talk about
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You saving for your car note,
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my driveway's a parking lot
Eastside OG, they hate it when
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a nigga leave
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I'm coming up in this world,
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you niggaz dry heave
This is my speed I been here
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from the first day
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Y'all niggaz can't take our spot,
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y'all just valets
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Motherfuckin right.
Verse 15
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Am
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You betta understand it man,
it's a Family Affair
Disturbing Tha Peace.
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Ludacris on the microphone
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And as I told you before,
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we just getting started
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That's right. We don't die,
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we multiply, nigga
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So whoever want it,
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come on and get it
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Whatever you want, we could supply it
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That's right dammit
Dm
Oh wait a second y'all thought I wasn't
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gonna rap on this motherfucker too?
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I'm the boss nigga, look...
Verse 16
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Motherfucker, I'm a monster in this game,
I thought I told you before
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Fans so geeked up you think I
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sold them some blow
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They sowed on the flo',
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this rap game I'm closing the do'
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5 years in a motherfucking row,
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who want it? I got it
Cuz my raps are chaotic,
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your face blue like Hypnotiq
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Cuz I'm a multi- millionaire who still
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using Ebonics
Or country grammar we gon'
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bananas in South Atlanta
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Jesus was a carpenter so we're proud about cocking
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them hammers. Nigga
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Verse 17
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I'ma leave you with that,
Outro 1
think about. Let's go.
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Family affair
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