4 Da Fam

Uh, yeah

Uh-huh, uh (Yeah)

This one's for the family (That's right)

All money is legal now, uh (Yeah)

Just preparing y'all

For the dynasty, Amil-lion, uh

Jay, Beans, Memph Bleek

Check it out, yo

Ayo, this time it's for my family, we ride or die

It's in the blood till the death, now aim for the sky

My four blow for sure, for dough, for only

It's money, drugs, and hot slugs, you know Bleek

Squeeze hammers till they nail me, fuck could **** tell me?

Street scholar, keep firing's what they tell me

Drug chemist, thug **** be named Memphis

Straight from the borough of them BK ****

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 **** be in your crib just like furniture

Pop up with the gun on you, release one for zero-zero M (Yeah)

Bleek, R-O-C dot com (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

This Philly cat back at it, still throwin' crack at it

Still fuckin' with them crack addicts

Still bust 'em with them black 'matics

It 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 track's nice, hug the block to track dice

Late night, club night, Mack attract dykes (Woo!)

I pull up, Cadillac truck nice

Two guns, you know Mack pack Gat twice

Gets that crack back with that ice

No joke with the coke, I whips that right

No doubt, never a drought, gets that price (Uh)

It gets that nice when you live that life

Papi knows your name and you ditched that wife, ****

Gets that green, ****, gets that chain, ****

I get forty G's a feature now

Hold Franklins like Aretha now

In the SL two-seater now

And I'm in nothin' but diamonds

I'm the illest female that you heard thus far

Five-five with the thirty-four B-cup bra

I don't fuck with them cats who ain't up to par

I get **** for cash, clothes, jewelries, plus cars

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

I'm talkin' Martha Keats step off with the rent money

Movin' on up, two in the sauna

Still ride through the block, pull up on the corner

Plus, give me an inch so I can take a mile

I bring life like a new born naked child

Bitches tryin' to come up, gotta wait a while (Uh-huh)

As of now, Amil-lion just faded your style

Dealin' with the, the Roc, the, the, the Roc

Let me talk to y'all **** real quick, man

The, the Roc, uh-uh, the Roc

Yo, y'all **** 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 writin'

They all young and wild, plus they all like things

And I'm havin' a child, which is more frightenin'

What y'all about to witness is big business, kid

Big bosses, cocky, and big Benz-eses

Come through flossin' 'em shiny rims of theirs

And losses don't pop up in their sentences

I don't think you understand what type an event this is

I don't think you know how focused young Memphis is

Or how Sigel's so real, when you add on Amil

This is much more than rap, it's Black entrepreneurs

Clothing, movie, and films, we come to conquer it all

Rocawear, eighty mill' like, eighteen months

You can bullshit with rap if you want, muhfuckers

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

The, the Roc, the uh, the Roc (You rollin' with)

The Roc, Dynasty **** (Woo!)

That's right, like no other (Uh, yeah)

It's the, the Roc, the, the, the Roc

The, the Roc, the, the, the Roc (Yeah)

Uh-huh, 2000, Amil-lion shit

Y'all ain't ready