[Verse 1: Lil' Fame]
4/9/75
Raised on a strip called Hamburger Hill
Where guns pop and cops get killed
This is the place where paranoia destroyin' niggas
Catch cases, blow trial to flash they lawyers
We're losin' it, four-fives and nines we be movin' with
Caught up in the things that the street game confused you with
We're provin' it, let it be known
If retaliation, home-skillet, it's on
That rap nigga, bust a cap nigga, flat nigga
Open up your back, nigga, Rosewood black nigga
First Family gon' brawl
It's President's resident, and I'm the first dog
You know the M.O.P. status
In the history of crime and rap, we some of the baddest
Word to the mommy, any fool try me
Get hit wit the 'lami, fuck Giuliani
[Chorus: Teflon & M.O.P.]
It's a 4 alarm blaze
Everybody post up next to the stage, come on
You're all welcome to Hell's roadway
First Family style, buck ass wild, what ya say?
It's a 4 alarm blaze
Everybody post up next to the stage, come on
You're all welcome to Hell's roadway
First Family style, buck ass wild, what ya say?
[Verse 2: Billy Danze]
Get ya man on the jack, soldier, grip your MAC, soldier
FIRST FAMILY, we're back, soldier
And we have swam through the Brownsville sewers
The last on the line of our kind crime-doers
Berkowitz, mob style
Spit fire from my hammer like I wasn't God's child
Crucify me – but don't deny me
Or get slit, bitch, you couldn't slip nothin' by me
Try me and I'll pop shots like I'm supposed to
I'm from the field where the covers are unnoticeable
I've noticed a few niggas wantin' my head
Used 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 party
THE BROWNSVILLE NECKTIE, that bullshit
Just when you thought it was safe, I flipped and hit 'em wit more shit
[Chorus: Teflon & M.O.P.]
It's a 4 alarm blaze
Everybody post up next to the stage, come on
You're all welcome to Hell's roadway
First Family style, buck ass wild, what ya say?
It's a 4 alarm blaze
Everybody post up next to the stage, come on
You're all welcome to Hell's roadway
First Family style, buck ass wild, what ya say?
[Verse 3: Teflon]
Introducing the best kept secret
It's no sweet shit, I fleet wit' Green Beret
Blaze enemies frequent, I speak wit' authority
(Black) Perhaps too forward to be cap, quarterly
Blazed 'till it's quiet and orderly
The gunsmoke makes that so
The smoke run through the barrel until the gun choke
Raised cold-hearted and deadly
Survive wit' a nickel-plated tool
And jewels old-timer done fed me
Keep my grip steady, squeeze 'til they drop off
Make sure all of the guns you pop off is heavy
Blowin' some high-tech shit through your projects
Makin' whatever was in my way easy to di-tect
I wrecks guys
Over money, your Saratoga son be in a Colombian Necktie
We don't respect spies
Half-ass niggas, last niggas
Buddah gassed niggas who won't blast – respect die
[Bridge: M.O.P. & Teflon]
Just when you thought it was safe
The Mash Out Posse hit you off wit' another case
Uh (Uh), Uh (Uh), Uh (Uh), Uh (Uh)
Yeah (G'yeah!), Yeah (G'yeah!), Yeah (G'yeah), Yeah (G'yeah)
Just when you thought it was safe
The Mash Out Posse hit you off wit' another case
Uh! (Uh!) Uh! (Uh!) Uh! (Uh!) Uh! (Uh!)
Yeah (G'yeah!) Yeah (G'yeah!) Yeah (G'yeah!) Yeah (G'yeah!)
[Verse 4: Jay-Z & Billy Danze]
Yeah, uh-huh, what the fuck?!
Too ass quick for bastards to step to
Leave wounds too drastic for rescue
When 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, hoe?
Pack steel, ain't afraid to let a clip go
I got enough paper to get low
Come back when the shit blow over, get the dough over
Huh, whip the Rover, snatch the gat from the clip holder
Rip through ya shoulder, bitch, it's Jay-hovah
I'm too right wit' it, too tight wit' it
You light witted, but if you're feel ya nice, nigga, spit it
Who am I? (Jay-Z, motherfucker!)
Do or die (In Brownsville, motherfucker!)
Blocka, Roc-A, M.O.P. collabo
Front on us and gats blow, ya know?!
[Chorus: Teflon & M.O.P.]
It's a 4 alarm blaze
Everybody post up next to the stage, come on
You're all welcome to Hell's roadway
First Family style, buck ass wild, what ya say?
It's a 4 alarm blaze
Everybody post up next to the stage, come on
You're all welcome to Hell's roadway
First Family style, buck ass wild, what ya say?
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