4 Da Fam
Amil f/ Memphis Bleek, Beanie Sigel, & Jay-Z

Memphis Bleek:
Aiyyo
This time it's for my family
We ride or die
It's in the blood 'til the death
Now aim for the sky
My four blow for sho', for dough, for only
It's money, drugs and hot slugs
You know Bleek squeeze hammers 'til they mail me
Fuck what niggas tell me
Street scholar
Keep firing's what they tell me
Drug chemist, thug nigga named Memphis
Straight from the borough of dem BK niggas
Where we rob for the fun of it
Hustle for the drug of it
Wrap money in rubber bands just for the fun of it
Straight from my ghetto we listen to heavy metal like Desert Eagles
Street sweepers, loud metal
It's hit an run now
Motherfuck anyone'a you
We them niggas be in ya crib just like furniture
Pop up wit the gun in ya
Release one for the zero-zero M-Bleek-R-O-C-dot-com

Beanie Sigel:
Yeah
This Philly cat back at it
Still throwin' crack at it
Still fuckin' wit them crack addicts
Still but 'em wit 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 tracks nice
Hug the block to track dice
Late night, club night, Mac attract dikes
I pull up, Cadillac truck nice
Two guns, you know Mac pack gat twice
Gets that crack back wit that ice
No joke wit the coke
I whips that right
No doubt, never drought, gets that price
It gets that nice when you live that life
Papi knows your name and you ditched that wife, nigga
It gets stacked green, nigga
Gets stacked chain, nigga

Amil:
I get 40 Gs a feature now
Hold Franklins like Aretha now
In the SL two-seater now
And I'm in nuthin' but diamonds
I'm the illest female that you heard thus far
5'5" wit the 34 B cup bra
I don't fuck wit them cats who ain't up to par
I get niggas for cash, clothes, jewelries, plus cars
I'm talkin' rent money
I'm talkin' bank money
I'm talkin' ? stop 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 'em out
As of now, Amil-lion
Just fade ya style

Jay-Z:
The, the Roc, the, the, the Roc
Let me talk to ya'll niggas real quick
The, the Roc, the, the, the Roc
Yo
Ya'll niggas truly ain't ready for this dynasty thing
Ya'll thinkin' Black Carrington
I'm thinkin' more like Ming
I got four nephews, and they all right in
They all young and wild
Plus they all like things
And I'm havin' a child, which is more frighting
What ya'll about to witness is big business kid
Big bosses, cocky, and big Benzeses
Come through flossin' them shiny rims it is
An ? don't pop up in their sentences
I don't think you understand what type of 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
Roc-A-Wear, 80-mil, like 18 months
You could bullshit wit rap if you want muthafuckas
When it's all said an' done, we gon' see what's what
Holla at Hove
I'll be in the cut
The, the Roc, the, the, the Roc
The, the Roc, the, uh, the Roc
You rollin' wit the Roc, dynasty niggas
Get ya mind right, c'mon
Roc-A-Fella Records, 2000 nigga
Get ya mind right
Holla