Lilﾃや�� Fame:

Seventy-five
Raised on a strip called here brotha hill
Where guns pop and cops get killed
This is the place where paranoya
Destroyinﾃや�� niggas cash cases moﾃや�� try to flash they lawyers
Weﾃや�决e losinﾃや�� it
Four fives and knives we be movinﾃや�� wit
Caught up in the things that the street game confused you wit
Weﾃや�决e provinﾃや�� it
Let it be known if retaliation
Home-skillet - itﾃや�冱 on
That rap nigga bust a cap nigga flat nigga
Open up your back nigga Rosewood black nigga
First family gone brawl
Itﾃや�冱 presidentﾃや�冱 resident, and Iﾃや�冦 the first dog
You know the M.O.P status
In the history of crime and rap we some the baddest
Word to the mommy
Any fool try me
Get hit wit the Llama
Fuck cuminana

Chorus - Teflon and Lilﾃや�� Fame: 2X

Itﾃや�冱 a 4 alarm blaze
Everybody post up next to the stage
Come on
Youﾃや�决e all welcome to hellﾃや�冱 roadway
First family style
Buck ass wild
What ya say

Billy Danze:

Get ya man on the jack soldier
Grip your mac soldier
FIRST FAMILY
Weﾃや�决e back soldier
And we have swam through the Brownsville sewers
The last on the line of our kind CRIME DOﾃや�僞RS
Burkowitz MOB STYLE
Spit fire from my hammer like I wasnﾃや�冲 Godﾃや�冱 child
Crucify me - but donﾃや�冲 deny me
Or get slit bitch you couldnﾃや�冲 slip nothinﾃや�� by me
Try me and Iﾃや�冤l pop shots like Iﾃや�冦 supposed to
Iﾃや�冦 from the field where the covers are unnoticable
Iﾃや�况e noticed a few niggas wantinﾃや�� my head
Used my smarts and my secret all are firinﾃや�� lead (Fire ya lead)
With all intentions of droppinﾃや�� a body
Iﾃや�冦 usually nervous so Iﾃや�冦 flinchinﾃや�� when I enter the party
THE BROWNSVILLE NECTAR
That bullshit
Just when you thought it was safe I flipped and hit ﾃや�脇m wit more shit


Chorus 2X:


Teflon:

Introducinﾃや�� the best kept secret
Itﾃや�冱 no sweet shit I sleep wit green beret
Blaze enemies frequent
I speak wit authority
(Black) Perhaps through four to be
Cap quarterly blazed till itﾃや�冱 quiet and orderly
The gunsmoke make son soak
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 till they drop off
Make sure all other guns are popped off as heavy
Blowin some high-tech shit
Through your projects
Makinﾃや�� whatever was in my way easy to di-tect
I wrecks guys
Over money gone Saratoga son be in a Columbian necktie
We donﾃや�冲 respects by
Half-ass niggas
Blast niggas
Gas niggas who wonﾃや�冲 blast
The sect die

All: 2X

Just when you thought it was safe
The mad shell posse hit you off wit another taste
Uh (Uh) Uh (Uh) Uh (Uh ) Uh (Uh)
Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah)

Jay-Z:

Yeah, uh-huh, what the fuck
Two asked quick for bastards to step to
Leave wounds too drastic for rescue
When I rock jewels it ainﾃや�冲 to impress you
What the fuck niggas commentin on my shit foﾃや��
Iﾃや�冦 real - how you think I got rich ho?
Pack steel - ainﾃや�冲 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 wit the Rover snatch the gat from the clip holder
Rip through ya shoulder bitch itﾃや�冱 Jay-hovah
Iﾃや�冦 too right wit it, too tight wit it
You light witted but if youﾃや�决e feel ya nice nigga spit it
Who am I?
JAY-Z MOTHAFUCKA
Do or die
IN BROWNSVILLE MOTHAFUCKA
Blocka, rocka, M.O.P collabo
Front on us and gats blow ya know?

Chorus: 2X