4 Da Fam Lyrics - Singles - Amil

This ones for the family 

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For the dynasty, a million 

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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 t'il they nail me, fuck what niggas tell me 

Street scholar, keep firin' 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 

Rap 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 an run now, motherfuck anyone of you 

We dem niggas be in ya crib just like furniture 

Pop up with the gun in ya 

Release one for zero-zero M Bleek R O C dot com 

This philly cat back at it 

Still throwin' crack at it 

Still fuckin' with them crack-atics 

Still bust 'em with 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 mathematics 

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 

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 

I get forty G's a feature now 

Hold Franklin's 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 fuck wit dem cats who ain't up to par 

I get niggas for cash, clothes, jeweleries, plus cars 

I'm talkin' rent money, I'm talkin' bank money 

I'm talkin' Martha Keats step of with 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 

As of now, Amil-lion just played ya style, you dealin' with, nigga 

The, the roc, the the, the roc 

(Let me talk to y'all 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 y'all 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 I focus young Memphis is 

Or I see was so real, when you add on Amil 

This is much more than rap, it's black entrepreneur 

Clothin', 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 

It's the, the roc, the the, the roc 

It's the, the roc, the the roc 

You rollin' with the roc 

Dynasty niggas, that's right like no other 

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