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Album:

First Family 4 Life

Track:

Z Teflon 4 Alarm Blaze

Date Added:

18/10/2007

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Lyrics:

LilÃ‚â€™ Fame:

Seventy-five
Raised on a strip called here brotha hill

Where guns pop and cops get killed
This is the place where paranoya

DestroyinÃ‚â€™ niggas cash cases moÃ‚â€™ try to flash they lawyers

WeÃ‚â€™re losinÃ‚â€™ it
Four fives and knives we be movinÃ‚â€™ wit

Caught up in the things that the street game confused you wit
WeÃ‚â€™re
provinÃ‚â€™ it
Let it be known if retaliation
Home-skillet - itÃ‚â€™s
on
That rap nigga bust a cap nigga flat nigga
Open up your back nigga Rosewood black
nigga
First family gone brawl
ItÃ‚â€™s presidentÃ‚â€™s resident, and
IÃ‚â€™m 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 LilÃ‚â€™ Fame: 2X

ItÃ‚â€™s a 4 alarm blaze
Everybody post up next to the stage
Come on

YouÃ‚â€™re all welcome to hellÃ‚â€™s 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
WeÃ‚â€™re back soldier

And we have swam through the Brownsville sewers
The last on the line of our kind CRIME
DOÃ‚â€™ERS
Burkowitz MOB STYLE
Spit fire from my hammer like I
wasnÃ‚â€™t GodÃ‚â€™s child
Crucify me - but donÃ‚â€™t deny me

Or get slit bitch you couldnÃ‚â€™t slip nothinÃ‚â€™ by me
Try me and
IÃ‚â€™ll pop shots like IÃ‚â€™m supposed to
IÃ‚â€™m from the field
where the covers are unnoticable
IÃ‚â€™ve noticed a few niggas wantinÃ‚â€™ my
head
Used my smarts and my secret all are firinÃ‚â€™ lead (Fire ya lead)
With
all intentions of droppinÃ‚â€™ a body
IÃ‚â€™m usually nervous so
IÃ‚â€™m flinchinÃ‚â€™ when I enter the party
THE BROWNSVILLE NECTAR

That bullshit
Just when you thought it was safe I flipped and hit Ã‚â€˜em wit more
shit

Chorus 2X:

Teflon:

IntroducinÃ‚â€™ the best kept secret
ItÃ‚â€™s 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 itÃ‚â€™s 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

MakinÃ‚â€™ whatever was in my way easy to di-tect
I wrecks guys
Over money
gone Saratoga son be in a Columbian necktie
We donÃ‚â€™t respects by
Half-ass
niggas
Blast niggas
Gas niggas who wonÃ‚â€™t 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 ainÃ‚â€™t to impress you
What the fuck niggas commentin on my shit
foÃ‚â€™
IÃ‚â€™m real - how you think I got rich ho?
Pack steel -
ainÃ‚â€™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 wit the Rover snatch the gat from the clip holder

Rip through ya shoulder bitch itÃ‚â€™s Jay-hovah
IÃ‚â€™m too right wit
it, too tight wit it
You light witted but if youÃ‚â€™re 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

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