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fuego base & black soprano family - the warehouse, pt. 2 lyrics

[intro: elcamino]
(moose tarantino)
yo, uh

[verse 1: elcamino]
i was down on my last dime, uh (that’s f+cked up)
lately, i’ve been around all these bad vibes, it’s rough in these sad times (sh+t rough)
uh, family hate me for sh+t that i won’t buy
no shoulder to lean on in this b+tch, so i don’t cry (i don’t)
uh, i turned my hustle up, they been couldn’t f+ck with us (been couldn’t)
we can’t compare money, ’cause they still didn’t touch enough (for real)
uh, back when we was called on [?], just for double+ups
i served my own uncle, ’cause as kids, we wasn’t hugged enough
i smoked my own uncle, punched him in his face
i had to choke my own uncle, just for talkin’ out of placе (shut up, n+gga)
uh, we the young boss n+ggas that made a play
whеn all else failed, we them young n+ggas that made a way
i’m the hero that saved the day, in the drought, i sat out
and bought pounds instead of j’s, they still stuck in they ways (stuck in they ways)
uh, they wonder why i’m so blessed, because i pray (i pray, i did)

[verse 2: fuego base & heem b$f]
uh, bodies drop when my italian go
and i be low+key, gettin’ blown off, like the stallion tote
f+ck a brick, i’d rather munch glass
crackin’ jokes at my l!ck, he got meth crumbs in his moustache
they say amongst thieves, there’s no kind of trust
if he wasn’t breakin’ bread, we would have tied him up
corner spittin’, all kind of trucks
servin’ j’s that used to be bad, like [?]
got the dope and the ready’s, we gon’ stay balanced
whole strip scratchin’, like the dj shay channel
never look back, straight from county
the devil got his tricks, but god don’t play about me
hope a hater don’t make me seal his fate
honestly, i’d rather study real estate
all praises to the author of his hard grammar (uh)
tracy fell out, we had to narc’ [?] (ha, they know)
[verse 3: heem b$f & benny the butcher]
now they’d probably give me life, if these walls could talk (give me a sentence, n+gga)
put your life in every verse, then they play it in court
they gon’ put you in that church, if that paper be sure
find a body in the lake, have him makin’ reports
when it’s time to pull the caper, you the one they extort
n+ggas starvin’, need paper, come and take what you bought (let’s take all that sh+t)
in my hood, it get dangerous, full of lions and sharks (full of lions and sharks)
know some snakes and few rats that only play in the dark (n+ggas only come out at dark though)
put him in a better place, he wasn’t playin’ his part (he wasn’t playin’ his part)
homie told me “k!ll him first”, i was playin’ it smart
why you gotta watch n+ggas? know i be the shot n+ggas
got a dirty four+nick’, and it’s full of cop k!llers
i was in the rock business, butch’ got the roc’ with us
it’s bsf, n+ggas say we bring that old lox feelin’
this that o’block feelin’, i was straight drop+dealin’
stackin’ legal money clean, but that drug money different
when the blood money mentioned (uh+huh), still it’s money over b+tches (money over b+tches, n+gga)
and the mob i trust, shed blood for my n+ggas
spread slugs on them n+ggas (spread), pour blood on them n+ggas (pour up)
dig a whole six feet and throw mud on them n+ggas (yo, uh, the butcher comin’, n+gga, you see, they know)

[verse 4: benny the butcher]
who really gettin’ busy? f+ck all that contract talk (contract talk)
you know the gang’ll turn this sh+t back to a contact sport (contact sport)
it ain’t makin’ sense, where the facts? (where they at?), they bait and switch when it’s cap (uh+huh)
but i made it, then i went back, yeah, i played this sh+t to the max (to the max, n+gga)
uh, when you grind like me, the process slower (slow)
but you accomplish more, i’m really only seein’ sh+t a prophet saw (a prophet saw)
t+shirt tied around my face, so i ain’t breathin’ fog
this bowl of [?] raw, the neighbors think we breedin’ dogs (d+mn)
you make it large, you better stack that, n+gga (stack that, n+gga)
you take a loss, first weigh it out, then play your cards, like a blackjack dealer (blackjack)
two+car garage, brand new cadillac in it (skrrt)
and i’m a boss, so i won’t touch her if her bio got a cashapp in it (ah)
you went pop, that was a choice of yours
me, i sold rock, so no kids choice award’s, i’m at the folk awards
they wanna net me, like the jordan 4’s (nah)
my old plug, i had to cross, for sure, my new one across the shores
it’s obvious, a couple rap b+tches on my coattails
y’all probably got the most sales, but she want the most real (bsf)
she only hit me when the coast clear
’cause she got a baby by a rapper who payin’ the car note still (ah)
everybody don’t got it, guess i was meant to lead
when the doctor delivered me, my mama ain’t feel a thing (nothing)
the butcher put you in that guillotine, they salty when you mention me
’cause 2022 was a k!llin’ spree (the butcher comin’, n+gga), ah

- fuego base black soprano family lyrics

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