- Votes:
- Composers:
- Tyrone Fyffe
- Shawn Carter
- Malik Cox
- Amil Whitehead
- Dwight Grant
 
- Tags:
- amil
- hood
- hott
 
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Amil - 4 Da Fam lyrics
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 nowAmil - 4 Da Fam - http://motolyrics.com/amil/4-da-fam-lyrics.html
 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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