Amil - 4 Da Fam Lyrics
Featuring beanie sigel, jay-z & memphis bleek[memphis bleek]Yeah yeah (uh uh)Memph man, my nigga tah phifeThis ones for the family (whats up? )Understand me, yeah (uh-huh)We gonna do it rightFor all these ***** ass niggas talkin gangsta (r-o-c)We dem killas, real, and in studioCheck it out, yoAiyo, this time its for my family, we ride or dieIts in the blood til the death, now aim for the skyMy four blow fo show, fo doe, for onlyIts money, drugs and hot slugsYou know bleek squeeze hammers til they nail me***** wha niggas tell meStreet scholar, keep firin is wha they tell meDrug chemist, thug nigga be named memphisStraight from da borough of dem b.k. niggasWhere we rob for the fun of it, hustle for the drug of itRap money in rubba-bands, just for the love of itStraight from my ghetto, we listen to heavy metal likeDesert eagles, street sweepers, loud metalIts hit an run now, mother***** anyone of youWe dem niggas be in ya crib just like fruniturePop up wit the gun in yaRelease one for zero-zero m (yeah)Bleek-r-o-c (yeah yeah) dot com (yeah)[beanie sigel]This philly cat back at itStill throwin crack at itStill *****in wit them crack-aticsStill bustem wit them black maticsIts aint the bucks, its the rushYou tryin to get my ass at itThey say I think ass backwards***** how I act, as long as I stack, its all math-maticsOur tracks nice, hug the block ta tract diceLate night, club night, mac attract dikesI pull up, cadillac truck niceTwo guns, you know mac pack gat twiceGets that crack back wit that iceNo joke wit the coke, I wips that rightNo doubt, never droubt, gets that price (uh)It gets that nice, when you live that livePapi knows yours name and you ditched that wife niggaIts gets stacked green nigga, it gets stacked chain nigga (uh uh)[amil]I get forty gs a feature nowHold franklins like a aretha nowIn the sl two seater nowAnd Im in nuthin but diamondsIm the illest female that you heard thus farFive-five with the thirty-four b-cup braI dont ***** wit dem cats who aint up to parI get niggas for cash, clothes, jeweleries, plus cars (uh)Im talkin rent money (uh), Im talkin bank money (uh)Im talkin martha keats step of wit the rent moneyMovin on up, two in the saunaStill ride through the block, pull up on the corna, plusGive me an inch so I can take a mileI bring life like a new born ***** child*****es 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 yall niggas real quick)The, the roc, uh uh, the rocYo, yall niggas truly aint ready for this dynasty thingYall thinkin blake carrington, Im thinkin more like mingI got four nephews, and they all right inThey all young and wild, plus they all like thingsAnd Im havin a child, which is more frightingBut chall about to witness is big business kidBig bosses, *****y, and big benzsessesCome through flossinem shiny rims it isAn office dont pop up in their sentencesI think you understand what type of event this isI dont think you know I focus young memphis isOr I see was so real, when you add on amilThis is much more than rap, its black ontraponorsClothing, movie, and films, we come to conquer it allRoc-a-wear, eighty mill like, eighteen monthsYou could bullshit wit rap if you want, mutha*****ersWhen its all said and done, we gon see whats whatHolla at hov, Ill be in the cut (what, huh)The, the roc, the the, the rocThe, the roc, the uh, the roc (you rollin wit)The roc, dynasty niggas (whoop)Uh-huh, getcha mind right, cmonRoc-a-fella records, 2000 niggaGetcha mind right, holla
