Artist: Icewater
Album:  n/a
Song:   Family Matters
Typed by: Tha Masta

[Intro: Polite]
Coalition, Sammy first, nigga
Blood, sweat and tears, bitch
Been too long, man
'Lite been around the corner and back, man
(Coaltion motherfuckers)
Come on! It's time to drop bombs
(Uh-huh, pop off)

[Polite]
My real niggas understand this verse
It's between the family but family'll fuck you first
It's a cold game I done been around too long
Niggas know 'Lite, y'all wonder why 'Lite ain't on?
Wrote verses and spit hooks on platinum songs
Did shows, couple of tours and still no love
(Nigga) I want a steak I'm tired of eatin' Franks
'Lite been eatin' Franks ever since we lost Banks
First I heard (yo we got you we hold blow)
It's six years deep, still nuttin' to show
You niggas gon' respect my work
You respect what I'm worth
Before I lose put me back in the Earth
You know the sayin', Never Shit Where You Eat
It's a cruel world, when it come back it's deep
So before careful who you call ya fam
You niggas gon' die when you forcin' the boss' hand

[Chorus 2X: Stumik]
Niggas always talkin' that family shit
Get a lil' bread and don't give the family shit
Make the wrong move, get ya whole family hit
I'm still starvin' and ain't nobody givin' a shit

[Cigar]
You niggas think shit is sweet?
Huh? I walk around with a sweet thun
Pitbull, wolves got a mean one
You see the Son won't come out and people might dumb out
Spit one out, the blood'll run out
Can't believe this nigga Pun out
Took the fun out this rap shit, put the blunt out
This world don't change
This rap niggas not flowin' the same
They lame, I'll fuck around a put a hole in ya name
But nuttin', stop frontin' all the bullshit outta ya mouth
The truth'll come out without spittin' nuttin', nigga
You knowin' it's real, a red dot, head shot
Watch the lead rock, a body get killed
Damn, it's fucked up what the game'll do
Them dudes that you move with'll spit a thing at you
Turn ya ass into Cool Whip, funerals, singin' the blues
I saw it happen like it's deja vu, nigga

[Chorus 2X]

[Stumik]
Yo 'Lite you've been on the grind for years
On these blocks, sellin' knicks and dimes for years
I watched you elevate when you climbed the stairs
I got you, it feels great, now we finally here
Niggas actin' like, they ain't really feelin' my hunger
And week forty-two and the nigga ain't gettin' no younger
He told me, can't get a job like the average brother
I loved you, from the start, nigga ask your mother
It's Stumik, and my slogan be "Let's go hard"
The only nigga in the squad with a Metro card
And you niggas, don't know how it feel to starve
Mother was flocked cuz she had me, caught a rope in the yard
Now it's hot when he bagged me, we was all on charge
You got raps, nigga? Spit we go can go bar for bar
And I ain't tryin' to stop spittin' 'til we all are stars
Endless paper, stuntin' in them gorgeous cars

[Chorus 2X]