This for the family For the dynasty, a it out, yo
Aiyo, time it's for my family, we ride or die in the blood 'til the death, now aim for the sky My four blow fo show, fo doe, for money, drugs and hot slugs you know bleek
Squeeze hammers t'il they me, fuck what niggas tell me Street scholar, keep firin' is what they me chemist, thug nigga be named Memphis Straight da borough of dem B.K. niggas
Where we rob for the fun of it, for the drug of it Rap in rubber-bands, just for the love of it Straight from my ghetto, we to heavy metal like Desert eagles, street sweepers, metal
It's hit an run now, anyone of you We dem niggas be in ya crib just furniture Pop up the gun in ya Release one for zero-zero M R O C dot com
This cat back at it Still crack at it Still fuckin' with them Still bust 'em with black matics
It's the bucks, it's the rush You to get my ass at it They say I ass backwards how I act, as long as I stack, it's all mathematics
Our tracks nice, hug the ta tract dice Late night, club night, mac attract I up, Cadillac truck nice Two guns, you know mac gat twice
that crack back wit that ice No wit the coke, I wips that right No doubt, never droubt, that price It gets that nice, when you live that
Papi knows name And you ditched wife Nigga gets stacked green nigga It gets stacked chain
I get forty G's a now Hold like a Aretha now In the SL two now And I'm in nuthin' but
I'm the illest female you heard thus far Five-five with the B-cup bra I fuck wit dem who ain't up to par I get niggas for cash, clothes, jeweleries, cars
I'm talkin' money, I'm talkin' bank money I'm talkin' Martha Keats step of the rent money on up, two in the sauna Still through the block, pull up on the corna, plus
Give me an inch so I can a mile I bring life like a new born child Bitches tryin' ta up, gotta wait a while As of now, Amil-lion just ya style, you dealin' with, nigga
The, the roc, the the, the roc (Let me talk to niggas real quick) The, the roc, uh uh, the roc
Yo, y'all truly ain't ready for this dynasty thing Y'all thinkin' Blake Carrington, I'm thinkin' like "ming I got four nephews, and they all in They all young and wild, plus they all things
And I'm a child, which is more frighting But about to witness is big business kid Big bosses, cocky, and big Come flossin'em shiny rims it is
An office pop up in their sentences I think you understand what type of this is I don't you know I focus young Memphis is Or I see was so real, you add on Amil
This is much more rap, it's black entrepreneur Clothin', movie, and films, we to conquer it all Roc-A-Wear, mill like, eighteen months You could bullshit wit rap if you want, When all said and done, we gon' see what's what Holla at Hov, I'll be in the cut
the, the roc, the the, the roc the, the roc, the the roc You rollin' the roc Dynasty niggas, that's right no other
It's the, the roc, the the, the roc It's the, the roc, the the, the roc