This for the family For the dynasty, a it out, yo
Aiyo, time it's for my family, we ride or die in the blood 'til the death, now aim for the sky My four blow fo show, fo doe, for It's money, drugs and hot slugs you know
hammers t'il they nail me, fuck what niggas tell me Street scholar, keep firin' is what they me Drug chemist, nigga be named Memphis from da borough of dem B.K. niggas
Where we rob for the fun of it, for the drug of it Rap in rubber-bands, just for the love of it Straight from my ghetto, we listen to heavy metal Desert eagles, sweepers, loud metal
It's hit an run now, motherfuck of you We dem niggas be in ya just like furniture Pop up the gun in ya Release one for M Bleek R O C dot com
This philly cat at it Still throwin' at it Still fuckin' with them Still 'em with them black matics
It's the bucks, it's the rush You to get my ass at it say I think ass backwards Fuck how I act, as long as I stack, all mathematics
Our tracks nice, hug the ta tract dice Late night, club night, mac attract I pull up, Cadillac nice Two guns, you know mac pack gat
Gets that back wit that ice No joke wit the coke, I that right No doubt, never droubt, gets that It gets that nice, when you live that
Papi yours name And you ditched wife Nigga gets stacked green nigga It gets chain nigga
I get forty G's a now Hold like a Aretha now In the SL two now And I'm in nuthin' but
I'm the illest female that you heard far Five-five with the B-cup bra I wit dem cats who ain't up to par I get niggas for cash, clothes, jeweleries, plus
I'm rent money, I'm talkin' bank money I'm talkin' Martha Keats step of with the rent Movin' on up, two in the Still ride through the block, up on the corna, plus
Give me an so I can take a mile I bring life like a new born child Bitches tryin' ta up, gotta wait a while As of now, Amil-lion just played ya style, you dealin' with,
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Yo, y'all niggas truly ain't ready for dynasty thing Y'all Blake Carrington, I'm thinkin' more like "ming I got four nephews, and all right in all young and wild, plus they all like things
And I'm havin' a child, is more frighting But about to witness is big business kid Big bosses, cocky, and big Come through shiny rims it is
An office don't pop up in their I think you understand what type of this is I don't think you know I focus Memphis is Or I see was so real, you add on Amil
This is much more than rap, black entrepreneur Clothin', movie, and films, we come to it all Roc-A-Wear, eighty like, eighteen months You bullshit wit rap if you want, muthafuckers When it's all and done, we gon' see what's what at Hov, I'll be in the cut what
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