Текст (слова) песни: Amil f Beanie Sigel, Jay-Z, Memphis Blee - 4 Da Fam

 
[Memphis Bleek] 
Yeah yeah (Uh uh) 
Memph Man, my nigga Tah Phife 
This ones for the family (What`s Up?) 
Understand me, yeah (Uh-huh) 
We gonna do it right 
for all these bitch ass niggas talkin gangsta (R-O-C) 
We dem killas, real, and in studio 
Check it out, yo 
 
Aiyo, 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 show, fo doe, 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 firin is wha 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 
Rap money in rubba-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 an run now, motherfuck anyone of you 
We dem niggas be in ya crib just like fruniture 
Pop up wit the gun in ya 
Release one for zero-zero M (Yeah) 
Bleek-R-O-C (Yeah yeah) dot com (Yeah) 
 
[Beanie Sigel] 
This Philly cat back at it 
Still throwin crack at it 
Still fuckin wit them crack-atics 
Still bust`em wit them black Matics 
It`s ain`t the bucks, it`s the rush 
You tryin to get my ass at it 
They say I think ass backwards 
Fuck how I act, as long as I stack, it`s all math-matics 
Our tracks nice, hug the block ta tract 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 wit that ice 
No joke wit the coke, i wips that right 
No doubt, never droubt, gets that price (Uh) 
It gets that nice, when you live that live 
Papi knows yours name and you ditched that wife nigga 
It`s gets stacked green nigga, it gets stacked chain nigga (Uh uh) 
 
[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 nuthin 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 wit dem cats who ain`t up to par 
I get niggas for cash, clothes, jeweleries, plus cars (Uh) 
I`m talkin rent money (Uh), I`m talkin bank money (Uh) 
I`m talkin Martha Keats step of wit the rent money 
Movin on up, two in the sauna 
Still ride through the block, pull up on the corna, plus 
Give me an inch so I can take a mile 
I bring life like a new born naked child 
Bitches tryin ta come up, gotta wait a while (Uh-huh) 
As of now, Amil-lion (Yeah) just played ya style 
(You dealin 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 thinkin "Blake Carrington", I`m thinkin more like "Ming" 
I got four nephews, and they all right in 
They all young and wild, plus they all like things 
And I`m havin a child, which is more frighting 
But cha`ll about to witness is big business kid 
Big bosses, cocky, and big Benzsesses 
Come through flossin`em shiny rims it is 
An office 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 entrepreneurship 
Clothing, movie, and films, we come to conquer it all 
Roc-A-Wear, eighty mill like, eighteen months 
You could bullshit wit rap if you want, muthafuckers 
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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