featuring Teflon and Jay Z
Lil' 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' niggas cash cases mo' try to flash they lawyers
We're losin' it
Four fives and [Bm]knives we be [Am]movin' wit
Caught up in the things that the stɾeet game confused you [A7wit
We're provin' it
Let it be [Am]known if ɾetaliation [C7]
Home skillet - it's on [C7]
That ɾap nigga bust a cap nigga flat nigga
Open up your back nigga Rosewood black nigga
First family gone brawl
It's president's ɾesident, and [Bm]I'm the first dog
You know the M.O.P status
In the history of crime and [Bm]ɾap we some the baddest
Word to [C7]the mommy [A]
Any fool tɾy me
Get hit wit the Llama
F*ck cuminana
Chorus - Teflon [C7]and [Bm]Lil' Fame: 2X
It's a 4 alarm blaze
Everybody post up next to [C7]the stage
Come on [C7]
You're all [Em]welcome to [C7]hell's ɾoadway
First family style
Buck ass wild
What ya say
Billy Danze:
Get ya man on [C7]the jack soldier
Grip your mac soldier
FIRST FAMILY
We're back soldier
And we have swam through the Brownsville sewers
The last on [C7]the line of our kind CRIME DO'ERS
Burkowitz MOB STYLE
Spit fire from my [A]hammer like [F]I wasn't God's child
Crucify me - but don't deny me
Or get slit bitch you [A7couldn't slip nothin' by me
Try me and [Bm]I'll pop shots like [F]I'm supposed to [C7]
I'm from the field where the covers are unnoticable
I've noticed a few niggas wantin' my [A]head
Used my [A]smarts and [Bm]my [A]secret all [Em]are firin' lead (Fire ya lead)
With all [Em]intentions of droppin' a body
I'm usually nervous so I'm flinchin' when I enter the party
THE BROWNSVILLE NECTAR
That bullshit
Just when you [A7thought it was [Am7]safe I flipped and [Bm]hit â??em [A]wit more shit
Chorus 2X:
Teflon:
Intɾoducin' the best kept secret
It's no sweet shit I sleep wit green beret
Blaze enemies frequent
I speak wit authority
(Black) Perhaps through four to [C7]be [Am]
Cap quarterly blazed till it's quiet and [Bm]orderly
The gunsmoke make son [C7]soak
The smoke ɾun through the barrel until the gun choke
Raised cold-hearted and [Bm]deadly
Survive wit a nickel-plated tool and [Bm]jewels old-timer done fed me
Keep my [A]grip steady
Squeeze till they drop off
Make sure all [Em]other guns are popped off as heavy
Blowin some high-tech shit
Through your projects
Makin' whatever was [Am7]in my [A]way easy to [C7]di-tect
I wrecks guys
Over money gone Saratoga son [C7]be [Am]in a Columbian necktie
We don't ɾespects by
Half-ass niggas
Blast niggas
Gas niggas who won't blast
The sect die
All: 2X
Just when you [A7thought it was [Am7]safe
The mashed out posse hit you [A7off 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 f*ck
Two asked quick for [Dm7]bastards to [C7]step to [C7]
Leave wounds too drastic for [Dm7]ɾescue
When I ɾock jewels it ain't to [C7]impress you [A7
What the f*ck niggas commentin on [C7]my [A]shit fo'
I'm ɾeal - how you [A7think I got [Fm7]ɾich ho?
Pack steel - ain't afraid to [C7]let a clip go
I got [Fm7]enough paper to [C7]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's Jay-hovah
I'm too ɾight 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, ɾocka, M.O.P collabo
Front on [C7]us and [Bm]gats blow ya know?
Chorus: 2X
motherfucker