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4 Da Fam lyrics This ones for the family [Incomprehensible] For the dynasty, a million [Incomprehensible] 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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