Family 1st Masta Ace (Ft. Apocalypse & Punchline)

[Hook: Masta Ace]
All my people 'round the way
If I see you on the block, on the corner, in the park, in the summer, I'ma say
"Don't go"
And let you know that this goes out to y'all
All my people in the hood
If I see you in the mix on the ave, all the fellas and the chicks I'ma yell
"Don't go"
And let you know that this goes out to y'all

[Verse One: Punchline]
Where I'm from it's money over bitches
Don't be cool with snitches
Cause like the tax man they try to get you for your riches
Never burn bridges or exchange digits
Keep it real cool but yet still keep your distance
Don't fuck with outsiders (Why?)
My stay in they mouth cause like a child on punishment, I keep it in house
My style, I never run out
Get murdered and ridiculed
Your fam's mourning you in all black like Hasidic Jews
Attitudes arrogant
You're scared to speak and
Your palms shaking just like a former greeting
I'm like time creeping
Y'all see me and run
Y'all need some heart like John Q's little son
I'm number one
Y'all back down once my squad came
Y'all cats fold like bad hands in a card game
We not the same
I'm deading your work
And y'all niggas can't eat cause my family's first