Title: “Don’t Mess with the Fusco’s” [Verse 1] Three brothers on a Friday night Burnin’ rubber under street lights 40th Street Bridge, radios loud Laughin’ and hangin’, together runnin’ with the crowd The Horse Shoe hummin’, Don Carter’s bowl Squiggly Road where the wild ones go [Verse 2] Mike had a Nova, mean and fast Rich cruised smooth with Maxima class I had a ’67 Camaro RS scream Chrome and fire, our teenage dreams Every mile we all cruised with pride Three same last names, same bloodline [Chorus] We were raised on grit and we stuck together Ride or die, now or never If you cross that line, you’re gonna learn Family’s something you don’t burn From small-town bars to back-street blues One thing everybody always knew You don’t fuck with the Fusco’s [Verse 3] Paul and Alex, John right there Good times thick in the midnight air Cheap beer, loud talk, no regrets The kind of nights you don’t forget Brotherhood ain’t just blood you see It’s who stands when it comes to me [Verse 4] That keg party at our parents’ place Got a little loud, crossed some space When things went sideways, voices flew We shut it down like we always do One warning, said it calm but true [Chorus] We were raised on grit and stick-together Ride or die, now or never You cross that line, you’re gonna learn Family’s something you don’t burn From small-town bars to back-street blues One thing everybody always knew You don’t fuck with the Fusco’s [Bridge (Tritt-style breakdown)] Time rolled on, but it never changed Still got each other, still the same Scars fade out, stories stay We earned our name the hard way [Final Chorus / Outro (big, gritty)] Yeah we were raised on grit and stick-together Built to last through any weather Say it once, say it true You don’t fuck with the Fusco’s No—you don’t mess with the Fusco’s
