4 da Fam
Title | 4 da Fam |
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Artist | Amil |
Album | A.M.I.L. (All Money is Legal) |
Release Date | 2000-09-19 |
Description | “4 da Fam” is an unjustly ignored Roc-A-Fella Records posse cut that had the label’s then-stars all in good form. It was included as a bonus track on Amil’s sole album. The track was produced by Queens native Ty Fyffe, who worked with Jay and the Roc collective in the late-90s and early 2000s. It samples the theme-song from the 1972 action film Fear is the Key. “4 Da Fam” peaked at #29 on Billboard’s “Hot Rap Singles” and #99 on the “Hot 100” chart. |
Lyrics | [Intro: Memphis Bleek] Yeah yeah (uh uh) Memph Man, my nigga Ty Fyffe This one's for the family (what's up?) Understand me, yeah (uh-huh) We gon' do it right For all these bitch ass niggas talkin' gangsta (R-O-C) We dem killers, real, and in studio Check it out, yo [Verse 1: Memphis Bleek] Ayo, 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 fo' sure, for dough, for only It's money, drugs, and hot slugs You know Bleek, squeeze hammers 'til they nail me Fuck could niggas tell me Street scholar, keep firin' is what they tell me Drug chemist, thug nigga be named Memphis Straight from the borough of them B.K. niggas Where we rob for the fun of it, hustle for the drug of it Wrap money in rubber bands, just for the love of it Straight from my ghetto, we listen to heavy metal like Desert Eagles, street sweepers, loud metal It's hit and run now, motherfuck anyone of you We them niggas be in ya crib just like furniture Pop up with the gun on ya Release one for zero-zero M (yeah) Bleek-R-O-C (yeah yeah) dot com (yeah) [Verse 2: Beanie Sigel] Yeah, this Philly cat back at it Still throwin' crack at it Still fuckin' with them crack addicts Still bust 'em with 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, Mack attract dykes (woo!) I pull up, Cadillac truck nice Two guns, you know Mack pack Gat twice Gets that crack back with that ice No joke with the coke, I whips that right No doubt, never a drought, gets that price (uh) It gets that nice, when you live that life Papi knows yours name and you ditched that wife, nigga Gets that green, nigga, gets that chain, nigga [Verse 3: Amil] I get forty G's a feature now Hold Franklins like a Aretha now In the SL two seater now And I'm in nothin' but diamonds I'm the illest female that you heard thus far Five-five with the thirty-four B-cup bra I don't fuck with 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' Martha Keats step 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 a mile I bring life like a new born naked child Bitches tryin' to come up, gotta wait awhile As of now, Amil-lion just faded ya style (Uh huh, you dealin' with), nigga You might also like[Verse 4: Jay-Z] The, the Roc, the the, the Roc (Let me talk to y'all niggas real quick man) The, the Roc, uh uh, the Roc Yo, y'all niggas truly ain't ready for this Dynasty thing Y'all thinkin' Blake Carrington, I'm thinkin' more like Ming I got four nephews, and they all writin' They all young and wild, plus they all like things And I'm havin' a child, which is more frightenin' What y'all about to witness is big business kid Big bosses, cocky, and big Benzsesses Come through flossin' 'em, shiny rims of theirs And losses don't pop up in their sentences I don't think you understand what type of 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 Rocawear, eighty mill like, eighteen months You can bullshit with rap if you want, muh'fuckers When it's all said and done, we gon' see what's what Holla at Hov', I'll be in the cut (what, huh) [Outro: Jay-Z] The, the Roc, the the, the Roc The, the Roc, the uh, the Roc (you rollin' with) The Roc, Dynasty niggas (woo!) Uh-huh, get'cha mind right, c'mon Roc-A-Fella Records, 2000 nigga Get'cha mind right, holla |