
4 Da Fam Amil (Ft. Beanie Sigel, JAY-Z & Memphis Bleek)
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[Intro: Amil & Memphis Bleek]
Uh
Yea
Uh-huh, uh (Yeah)
This one's for the family (That's right)
All money is legal now (Uh, uh) (Yeah)
Just preparing y'all
For the dynasty
Amil-lion, uh
Jay, Beans, Memph Bleek
Check it out, yo
[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 could niggas tell me
Street scholar, keep firin' is what they tell me
Drug chemist, thug nigga be named Memphis
Straight from the borough of them 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 them niggas be in your crib just like furniture
Pop up with the gun on ya
Release one for zero-zero M
Bleek-R-O-C dot com
Uh
Yea
Uh-huh, uh (Yeah)
This one's for the family (That's right)
All money is legal now (Uh, uh) (Yeah)
Just preparing y'all
For the dynasty
Amil-lion, uh
Jay, Beans, Memph Bleek
Check it out, yo
[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 could niggas tell me
Street scholar, keep firin' is what they tell me
Drug chemist, thug nigga be named Memphis
Straight from the borough of them 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 them niggas be in your crib just like furniture
Pop up with the gun on ya
Release one for zero-zero M
Bleek-R-O-C dot com
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