Текст песни M.O.P. f Teflon and Jay-Z - First Family 4 Life
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[Lil` Fame]Seventy-five Raised on a strip called here brotha hill Where guns pop and cops get killedThis is the place where paranoya Destroyin` niggas cash cases mo` try to flash they lawyersWe`re losin` itFour fives and knives we be movin` witCaught up in the things that the street game confused you witWe`re provin` it Let it be known if retaliationHome-skillet - it`s onThat rap nigga bust a cap nigga flat nigga Open up your back nigga Rosewood black niggaFirst family gone brawlIt`s president`s resident, and I`m the first dogYou know the M.O.P statusIn the history of crime and rap we some the baddestWord to the mommy, any fool try meGet hit wit the lami, fuck GiulianiChorus - Teflon and Lil` Fame: 2XIt`s a 4 alarm blazeEverybody post up next to the stageCome onYou`re all welcome to hell`s roadwayFirst family styleBuck ass wildWhat ya say [Billy Danze]Get ya man on the jack soldier, grip your mac soldierFIRST FAMILY - we`re back soldierAnd we have swam through the Brownsville sewersThe last on the line of our kind CRIME DO`ERSBurkowitz MOB STYLESpit fire from my hammer like I wasn`t God`s childCrucify me - but don`t deny meOr get slit bitch you couldn`t slip nothin` by meTry me and I`ll pop shots like I`m supposed toI`m from the field where the covers are unnoticableI`ve noticed a few niggas wantin` my headUsed my smarts and my secret all are firin` lead (Fire ya lead)With all intentions of droppin` a body I`m usually nervous so I`m flinchin` when I enter the partyTHE BROWNSVILLE NECTARThat bullshitJust when you thought it was safe I flipped and hit ‘em wit more shitChorus 2X:[Teflon]Introducin` the best kept secret It`s no sweet shit I sleep wit green beretBlaze enemies frequent I speak wit authority(Black) Perhaps through four to be Cap quarterly blazed till it`s quiet and orderlyThe gunsmoke make son soak The smoke run through the barrel until the gun chokeRaised cold-hearted and deadly Survive wit a nickel-plated tool and jewels old-timer done fed meKeep my grip steadySqueeze till they drop offMake sure all other guns are popped off as heavyBlowin some high-tech shitThrough your projectsMakin` whatever was in my way easy to di-tectI wrecks guys Over money gone Saratoga son be in a Columbian necktieWe don`t respects by Half-ass niggasBlast niggasGas niggas who won`t blast The sect dieAll: 2XJust when you thought it was safeThe mashed out posse hit you off wit another tasteUh (Uh) Uh (Uh) Uh (Uh ) Uh (Uh)Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah)[Jay-Z]Yeah, uh-huh, what the fuckTwo asked quick for bastards to step to Leave wounds too drastic for rescueWhen I rock jewels it ain`t to impress you What the fuck niggas commentin on my shit fo`I`m real - how you think I got rich ho?Pack steel - ain`t afraid to let a clip goI got enough paper to get lowCome back when the shit blow over get the dough overHuh wit the Rover snatch the gat from the clip holder