M.O.P. — 4 Alarm Blaze

[Verse 1: Lil' Fame] 4/9/75 Raised on a strip called Hamburger Hill Where guns pop and cops get killed This is the place where paranoia destroyin' niggas Catch cases, blow trial to flash they lawyers We're losin' it, four fives and nines we be movin' with Caught up in the things that the street game confused you with We're provin' it, let it be known If retaliation, home-skillet, it's on That rap nigga, bust a cap nigga, flat nigga Open up your back, nigga, Rosewood black nigga First Family gon' brawl It's President's resident, and I'm the first dog You know the M.O.P. status In the history of crime and rap, we some of the baddest Word to the mommy, any fool try me Get hit wit the lami, fuck Giuliani [Hook: Teflon and Lil' Fame] It's a 4 alarm blaze Everybody post up next to the stage, come on You're all welcome to Hell's roadway First family style, buck ass wild, what ya say? It's a 4 alarm blaze Everybody post up next to the stage, come on You're all welcome to Hell's roadway First family style, buck ass wild, what ya say? [Verse 2: Billy Danze] Get ya man on the jack soldier, grip your mac soldier FIRST FAMILY, we're back soldier And we have swam through the Brownsville sewers The last on the line of our kind crime doers Berkowitz, mob style Spit fire from my hammer like I wasn't God's child Crucify me - but don't deny me Or get slit bitch you couldn't slip nothin' by me Try me and I'll pop shots like I'm supposed to I'm from the field where the covers are unnoticeable I've noticed a few niggas wantin' my head Used my smarts and my secret all are firin' lead (Fire ya lead) With all intentions of droppin' a body I'm usually nervous so I'm flinchin' when I enter the party THE BROWNSVILLE NECKTIE, that bullshit Just when you thought it was safe I flipped and hit 'em wit more shit [Hook: Teflon and Lil' Fame] It's a 4 alarm blaze Everybody post up next to the stage, come on You're all welcome to Hell's roadway First family style, buck ass wild, what ya say? It's a 4 alarm blaze Everybody post up next to the stage, come on You're all welcome to Hell's roadway First family style, buck ass wild, what ya say? [Verse 3: Teflon] Introducing 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 be Cap quarterly blazed till it'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 Aand 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' whatever was in my way easy to di-tect I wrecks guys Over money gone Saratoga son be in a Columbian necktie We don't respect spy, half-ass niggas Blast niggas, gas niggas who won't blast, the sect die [Bridge] Just when you thought it was safe The Mash Out Posse hit you off wit another taste Uh (Uh) Uh (Uh) Uh (Uh ) Uh (Uh) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) [Verse 4: Jay-Z] Yeah, uh-huh, what the fuck Too ass quick for bastards to step to Leave wounds too drastic for rescue When I rock jewels, it ain't to impress you What the fuck niggas commentin on my shit fo' I'm real - how you think I got rich, ho? Pack steel - ain'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 whip the Rover snatch the gat from the clip holder Rip through ya shoulder bitch it's Jay-hovah I'm too right 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, rocka, M.O.P collabo Front on us and gats blow ya know? [Hook: Teflon and Lil' Fame] It's a 4 alarm blaze Everybody post up next to the stage, come on You're all welcome to Hell's roadway First family style, buck ass wild, what ya say? It's a 4 alarm blaze Everybody post up next to the stage, come on You're all welcome to Hell's roadway First family style, buck ass wild, what ya say?