Amil - 4 Da Fam Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Memphis Bleek]

Ayo this time it's for my family we ride or die

It's in the blood til the death now aim for the sky

My four blow fo sure for dough for only

It's money drugs and hot slugs

You know Bleek squeeze hammers til they nail me

Fuck wha niggas tell me

Street scholar keep firing is what they tell me

Drug chemist thug nigga be named Memphis

Straight from da borough of dem B.K. niggas

Where we rob for the fun of it hustle for the drug of it

Wrap money in rubber bands just for the love of it

Straight from my ghetto we listen to heavy metal like

Desert Eagles street sweepers loud metal

It's hit and run now motherfuck anyone of you

We dem niggas be in ya crib just like furniture

Pop up wit the gun in ya

Release one for zero-zero M (Yeah)

Bleek-R-O-C (Yeah yeah) dot com (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]

This Philly cat back at it

Still throwing crack at it

Still fucking wit them crack addicts

Still bust 'em wit them black 'matics

It's ain't the bucks it's the rush

You trying to get my ass at it

They say I think ass backwards

Fuck how I act as long as I stack it's all mathematics

Our tracks nice hug the block to track dice

Late night club night Mac attract dikes

I pull up Cadillac truck nice

Two guns you know Mac pack gat twice

Gets that crack back with that ice

No joke wit the coke I whips that right

No doubt never a droubt gets that price (Uh)

It gets that nice when you live that life

Papi knows yours name and you ditched that wife nigga

Gets that green nigga gets that chain nigga

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[Amil]

I get forty G's a feature now

Hold Franklins like a Aretha now

In the SL two seater now

And I'm in nothing but diamonds

I'm the illest female that you heard thus far

Five-five with the thirty-four B-cup bra

I don't fuck with them cats who ain't up to par

I get niggas for cash clothes jeweleries plus cars

I'm talking rent money I'm talking bank money

I'm talking Martha Keats step of wit the rent money

Moving on up two in the sauna

Still ride through the block pull up on the corner plus

Plus give me an inch so I can take a mile

I bring life like a new born naked child

Bitches trying to come up gotta wait a while

As of now Amil-lion just played ya style

(You dealing wit) nigga

[Jay-Z]

The the Roc the the the Roc

(Let me talk to ya'll niggas real quick)

The the Roc uh uh the Roc

Yo y'all niggas truly ain't ready for this "Dynasty" thing

Y'all thinking Blake Carrington I'm thinkin more like Ming

I got four nephews and they all writing

They all young and wild plus they all like things

And I'm having a child which is more frighting

What y'all about to witness is big business kid

Big bosses cocky and big Benzsesses

Come through flossing them shiny rims it is

And "loss" don't pop up in their sentences

I think you understand what type of event this is

I don't think you know how focused young Memphis is

Or how Sigel's so real when you add on Amil

This is much more than rap it's black entrepreneur

Clothing movie and films we come to conquer it all

Rocawear eighty mill in like eighteen months

You could bullshit with rap if you want motherfuckers

When it's all said and done we gon see what's what

Holla at Hov I'll be in the cut (What huh)

The the Roc the the the Roc

The the Roc the uh the Roc (You rollin wit)

The Roc dynasty niggas (Whoop)

Uh-huh get'cha mind right c'mon

Roc-A-Fella Records 2000 nigga

Get'cha mind right holla

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