Apollo Brown - Rise of the Black Suits (Brown Tape) lyrics

[Verse 1] Young aggressor, born into the life of crime I would walk down the streets strapped with two nines b**h smacking, jacking n***as, G dub stacking figures Police drive by, I was click clacking triggers Jay De Lucas put me with the fam to grow I was a boss amongst white boys rocking the 'fro I had hoes, bankrolls and minks by the dozen My rise to power was quick, they just wasn't Tryna make me a made man, they f**ed up the game plan I blacked out on them and started my own clan Black Gambino, black suits, black Syndicate My crime fam was tight, every move was intricate The coke was brought in from bad Colombian mules Gorgeous women that I draped down in j**els Streets fight started, mafia wars in Italy Crime fam against fam and no one could do diddly [Hook] Do the dirty work, bring in the coke by the boatloads Go against the grain, n***a, I feed nose holes Follow no family rules, rules are for fools Chase the paper ‘cause it's the cash that rules [Verse 2] f** the law of fam, it's the law of land You don't like how I movin' then try to force my hand I'm moving keys, them DeLucas couldn't touch my pianos Putting pressure on them Gambinis and Verrazanos They love my money, they hate to see a n***a getting it Selling d** is taboo, but I ain't f**ing sweating it The dirt gotta get done so I took my position One day I'm just Black Tone with a lot of ambition Next I got status, dinners with all courses Flights in and out of the country, they getting nauseous Money, power, respect; rise of the black suits Talk sh** behind my back, but to my face salute Hugs and handshakes, they can't stop my reign Got the coconut, pilots bringing sh** on their plane It's a shame, they ain't have the balls to make moves They pussies, couldn't walk a mile in my shoes [Hook] Do the dirty work, bring in the coke by the boatloads Go against the grain, n***a, I feed nose holes Follow no family rules, rules are for fools Chase the paper ‘cause it's the cash that rules Do the dirty work, bring in the coke by the boatloads Go against the grain, n***a, I feed nose holes Follow no family rules, rules are for fools Chase the paper ‘cause it's the cash that rules