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Serial Rhyme Killers
Family Ties
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Serial Rhyme Killers - Family Ties
lyrics

transcribed with irish_peckerwood

[the remix has pretty much the same verses, hook and bridge]



[remix only - sample (Rifleman's Creed from Full Metal Jacket):]
[Without me, my rifle is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless.] 

[remix only - B-Real (DJ cuts)]
Get your hands off your pockets
And your finger on the trigger

[B-Real]
Only remains are left
from all the mics that I've heated
MCs get dismantled from words I repeated
You get a good look from where you've been seated
Here's the program, read it, please believe it
Only takes one second to pull the trigger
Criminal tactics used to get your program deleted
We'll incite this invasion, attack you like a virus
Serial Rhyme Killers, Psycho Realm and Cypress
It's pathetic and a discredit to those
Who contaminate the airwave over the radios
(Supposed they left you a letter)
A name circled in the middle
With a picture of your lady 
Sucking my Glock-sickle

[Son Doobie]
...

[hook (all)]
Family ties, dead bods/that's right
Do or die, til' the day that we die
Family ties, dead bods/dead right
You and I, til' the day that we die

[Sen Dog]
...

[XL]
...

[hook (all)]

[Mellow Man Ace]
...

[Sick Jacken]
...

[hook (all)]

[bridge (all), x2]
Tell me who wanna die, my nigga
Step through with the Serial Rhyme Killers

[Everlast]
I'm a Soul Assassin, so I'm my own brothers keeper 
Don't drink Zima, don't smoke cheap reefer 
Come from southern land, but my name ain't Kiefer
Got older, got wiser, still hold the heater 
Take it back, like a shirt thats a size too small 
My joints bangin' at your favorite store up in the mall 
Saw a shorty, 5 foot 6 inches tall
Kinda cute, she talked funny got a southern draw
Said I come from a crew of Serial Rhyme Killers
We can pop a lil' crys, drink a few Millers
We come off like the mob, Die Hard like Bruce Willis
We can do it real big baby, like Godzillas
In the land of the lost, who got a map is king
I caught shorty slippin' up, checkin 'out the diamond ring
There's a party at FredWreck's, who got the ribs
And you'll never ever see my house up on Cribs
It's like that

[hook (all), until fade out]



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