4 Da Fam Lyrics
Uh
Yea
Uh-huh, uh (Yeah)
This one's for the family (That's right)
All money is legal now (Uh, uh) (Yeah)
Just preparing y'all
For the dynasty
Amil-lion, uh
Jay, Beans, Memph Bleek
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 your crib just like furniture
Pop up with the gun on ya
Release one for zero-zero M
Bleek-R-O-C dot com
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 your 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
5'5 with the 34B 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 newborn naked child
Bitches tryna come up, gotta wait a while
As of now, Amil-lion just faded your style, nigga
Uh-huh, yeah, you dealin' with the, the Roc, the-the, the Roc
(Let me talk to y'all niggas real quick, man)
The, the Roc, uh-uh, the Roc
[Verse 4: Jay-Z]
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 mil' 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: Amil, Amil & Jay-Z, Jay-Z]
It's the, the Roc, the the, the Roc
The, the Roc, the uh, the Roc (You rollin' with)
The Roc, Dynasty niggas (Woo)
That's right, like no other
It's the, the Roc, the the, the Roc (It's for the fam)
The, the Roc (Amil-lion)
The the, the Roc
Uh, what, uh-huh, two thou', yeah
What? Amil-lion, shit, uh
Y'all ain't ready, uh-huh
Uh, Ty Fyffe, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah
About
“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.
Q&A
Find answers to frequently asked questions about the song and explore its deeper meaning
That record was made for Jay-Z. That’s when Jay and Dame Dash was rocking heavy—they was buying [every] beat. I was cooking up something for Jay [but] they bought it for Amil. I go to lay the beat, Bleek goes in, blacks out. Beans goes in blacks out. Now I’m up at Def Jam again. Guess who I run into? Jay-Z! He says, ‘You know I had to get on that beat, right?’
- 1.Smile 4 Me
- 2.I Got That
- 3.Get Down
- 5.Heard It All
- 6.Quarrels
- 7.Girlfriend
- 9.That’s Right
- 10.Anyday
- 11.Raw
- 12.No 1 Can Compare
- 13.4 Da Fam
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