Текст песни Jay-Z f Amil, Beanie Sigel, Memphis Blee - The Dynasty Roc La Familia
Jay-Z f Amil, Beanie Sigel, Memphis Blee - The Dynasty Roc La Familia слова песни
[Jay-Z]Told y`all... Dynasty... Roc-A-Fella Records, you heard me?Unstoppable, niggaz! UhhMemph Bleek.. Amil-lion.. Sigel Sigel ya heard?It`s a Dynasty! Who do you believe?Jigga Man, mo` better, mo` cheddarFoes knock the man off your Polo sweaterRoll with the R-O-C, A-FellaRemember me? The teachers used to fail usNow it`s mo` scrilla, hoe killersFo`-wheelers, we - gorillasOh please feel us - we heat holdersFightin? Listen boy, Roy Jones couldn`t still usThe plot thickens, the block clickinWe got the game tied up, stop trippinJigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y`allMemph Bleek what? Amil-lion, uhhCat be him, El Cap-i-tanThe fire I spit burn down HappylandSocial Club, we unapproachable thugsNon-social, gone postalGreat aim, harm the arm close to your toastlike a Don`s supposed to, ShawnI thought I told you, these ain`t just vocalsDon`t make me take it to the old schoolI put holes through your hoes toothrough your clothes to the foes to the nigga close to youFuck it; Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y`allAmil-lion what? Memph Bleek..[Memphis Bleek]Y`all dudes don`t - get it, come widditFifth loaded with slugs that`ll rest in your fittedIt`s M dot E-M, the Roc be themGot the mamis sayin look, who can stop be them?You wan` press your dumb luck, get blam blam-ed upI crush your larynx, you talk `bout us niggaNo obituary, I get it criticalYou know Memph`ll hit the pall bearer liftin youWhen I cock the plastic, make `em drop the casketWhen it`s hot, I`m blastin, it`s the Roc, you bastardsJigga Man what? Amil-lion yeahMemph Bleek huh? Sigel Sigel c`monSpit acid, c`monWitcha bullshit smash hit, get your bullshit smashed inNiggaz wanna front and get jumpedBet the ruger give your right side a nice-sized lumpNigga, we are, the supreme squadYou can dream hard but reality iswe push the dream cars, fuck the queen broadspuff the green raw, we as real as it getWe the R-O-C dot A dot FellasBitches don`t talk to us, the hoes they e-mail usNigga, Jigga Man what? Memph Bleek huh?Amil-lion yeah, Sigel Sigel rap[Beanie Sigel]R (dot) O (dot) C (dot) stopFrom Tower to ma and pop, I move out stopShower your mom block, move out with glocksRaw to the cook, look, move out them blocksTake it to the bucks who be grindin it upUsually take it to the dubs so they diamond it upCompetition, linin `em upForty-five ACP, let me squeeze lime `em upYou want, drama what? Well silence it upSince a young buck, violent as fuckWasn`t me dog, the high will do itI used to wild off embalmin fluidI sent niggaz to the trauma unitForty-five or the nine`ll do itI fuck around and have your moms go through it - I`m a beast!Shit, niggaz always wanna ye shit, then they wanna cease shitwhen they motherfuckin peeps hitBut I don`t cease nuttin, I decease som`unI fuck around and have you sleepin underneath som`unJigga Man what? Sigel Sigel y`allMemph Bleek uh, Amil-lion right[Amil]Yo, A to the M-I, feministHoldin the semi, leave niggaz faced with a dilemmiAm I, gon` run or stay, can Iget away no you can`t can`t I surrendi?And I, lazy bop, Mercedes hotIn my way through the tunnel like Lady Di[Jay-Z]Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y`allMemph Bleek what? Amil-lion uhh