First Family 4 Life

Aaaaaaaaah!

Chorus: freddie foxxx

What's mine's i love, and i fight, push to shove
?hand to hand?, but you can't stop the love
You push to impress, and i leave you with less
It's real love for the mics that i bless, no quest'
*repeat*

[lil' fame]

Can't stop the love! i know you sayin i'ma young nigga
Don't get it fucked up cause i move with them thug niggas
From old ? to life we straight sparkin light
Bring light to the darkest nights
(m) blast (o) blast, p in your area
Make a move and them cats might bury ya
Now that your trapped and your fuckin with thugs
Let me tell your punk ass what i love
I love to see motherfuckers, that show no love
And start speakin out like a bitch when you catch em in the club
I love, when a slug cat shut down
And then try to post up when they damn near cut his ass down
I love, trying to reach all parts of the map
On a ninja, with a big buddha bitch on a back
I love, cats that rap and still drip checks
Like your man lil' fame, bill danze and triple x

Chorus

[billy danze]

Aiyyo, you know what i love (what's that?)
It's when motherfuckers assume
That they ass can't get popped at 12 o'clock in the afternoon
I got the balls to come through your walls, like (boooom!)
Have an orgasm every time i clear the fuckin room
(niggas is gone) nah, not just yet
I need to see you son of a bitches sweat
(i love) what i got, son, my shit is prop', son
With prem' in the drivin seat and freddie foxxx ridin shotgun
(stop son!) here is the ultimate
Somethin i love is when thugs be bumpin my shit
(i love) niggas with heat, (i love) niggas that's deep
Niggas that regulate the streets (sho' nuff)
Mic blessin, smith and wessun caressin
(first family) with the desert storm impression
The lesson: i advise if your not ready to ride
On the homicide side, nigga slide

Chorus

[freddie foxxx]

I love beats that are hardcore, dirty and raw
I love takin niggas burners when they scared to draw
I love plottin on my enemies, i love to attack
I love beatin niggas down when they rhymes is whack
I love seeing emcees struggle to make
Themselves something that us real niggas love to hate
It's too late, i love my ninas and i love my ?fours?
Blowin holes through the project doors in ?knive wars?, nigga
I love the feeling, and the rush that i get
From ?sam? run the rolex watch with the diamond begets
I love, how my life was intact without a deal
How i kept the newest chromes on my automobile
I love the fact that rappers make the dough, without a flow
Soft niggas, that i stain, like piss in the snow
I love the fact that i survived through the roughest of times
And break the mic when i want, with the roughest of rhymes
Its a luxury to see me emcee
Its so hard, this lyrical brutality, feed's a nigga's mentality
I love, when you niggas claim to be great
Knowin your mob ain't never lettin shit, what the fuck is this?
Niggas bustin shots on new york, i get my vest on
Twenty rhyme clips in my mic, i get my bless on
Loan soldier standin on the front line, i fear none
Excuses that you give me for your lyrics, i hear none
You niggs ain't no real emcee's
You sam goody ass niggas can't write without suckin down trees
So i love, laughin at you niggas, while you clappin at me
I split your head shot from your man, while he's slappin at me
I feel the hits from your rounds
Your hollowpoints make a nigga wobble, but i won't fall down
*echoes*

[lil' fame]

Yeah, you motherfuckers see it, come on!

Chorus

[freddie foxxx]

Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, for all them sucka ass niggas that don't know, when
I crawl up out the whole, and i got m.o.p. with me, baby, ain't nowhere
You can run (to the life) ain't nowhere you can hide. with hot slugs at
Both sides. split your back open wide. niggas from the east side

Check, check, check

Chorus:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Billy danze: handle your business
Can't get your grip
M.o.p: can i get a witness?!
Lil' fame: ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
Grip your steel
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Billy danze: handle your business
Can't get your grip
M.o.p: can i get a witness?!
Lil' fame: ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
Back out your steel

Rah*echoes*

Verse one: lil' fame

What the rawdog feelin?
An author like, terry mcmillan
The cat that, maniac
My fam dark as death in less than a minute
(the world stop spinnin)
The rapid firing squad
Keep on mix fire and (hard to kill)
Loud wires and bombs, firing arms
Look, we all for it
Its the dutch burning herbalice
Gallon drinkin alcoholics
Walk through your toughest pack of goons with my chain out
Kept it real ever since the first jam came out
First family turned this whole rap game out
Sheisty individuals, tryin to wipe my name out
But they don't fuck around cause they know i back that thing out
And try to mark em off when the gun shots ring out
And in the myst of black, kid i'ma try to wipe they name out
And keep on dubbin till i break a fucking spring out

Chorus

Verse two: billy danze

You motherfuckas better raise up (they already did)
Who that? the '87 stick up kids (we're back!)
I'm hopin that your focused on the side
Cause frontin on me and my, mad niggaz die
Is this hiphop? hell no, this is war
I've been trying to tell you that since ? rocked some hardcore
You don't listen. see, gee
I'm on a mission. look, be
They gonna find your ass missing
Ever since me and fame came, we maintained
A strange, but a strong game
(that can't change!)
The real ghetto bad shit for blastin, subtractin
Those that ain't matchin my fashion i'm mashin
(retality's real) fatality's ill
When your stash in my path then your stash is a raw deal
(clap, clap) get your gat
(buckabuckabubububububububuckabucka) blow, blow, get the fuck back

Chorus

Verse three:

Lil' fame: face mine cause i'm here
Dog its' all clear
Rap jewels put it on my baseline from a snare
Then the wanna doubt the kid
Who analyze this whole fucking shit?
Trying to make somethin out of it
Explode quicker than landmines
M.o.p. tapes make earthquakes and cause landslides
Bump this in your lex coupe
Or your lex hoop
Danze, finish em, twenty-one gun salute
(the crew)

Billy danze: how many niggas runnin with me? *pause* (this few)
A hundred niggaz gunnin with me *pause* (to shoot)
Firing squad, draw blood on the enemy
At point-blank range, deliverin the penalty
Ain't nothing but the thugs
Slangin out hollow slugs
(nigga), anti-love keepin it real (thug, let em slide today)
I'm known best for leavin em stretchin like doc holliday
Salute! *main beat stops, baseline continues*
*beat comes back in*

Firing squad nigga
Firing squad!
Uh, first family
Top notch nigga
Bd, uh

[billy danze]
I used to have so much confidence in myself
But now my game is changed and my pain's been felt
My hand's been dealt, but it was a missed deal
And words won't express the way a man william feel
I came up with them thugs, i grew up in that mud
Got my hands covered in blood, to stay above
The world (to see a better day)
Please my children need, and i can't find a fuckin way
What can i say, i'ma stressed ghetto soldier
I'm shell shocked from a back block off saratoga
Remember what i told ya, i'm thirsty now
In fact i feel like everybody's out to hurt me now
Roll wit me now, am i the only cat that never see the
M slash o dash p on your tv and the
Industry keep fucking wit me
So i brought my cousins wit me
>from now on they gon be thuggin wit me
Eyes and ears nigga, blunts and beers nigga
For months and years it been blood, sweat and tears
Nigga, raise your metal for firing squad royalty
First family, royalty, holla!

Chorus 2x: fame and bill danze
How many niggas plan to ride wit us (ride wit us)
How many niggas came to die wit us (die wit us)
Pop shots nigga, we don't give a fuck
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck !! ha ha!

[lil fame]
This is only the beginning, you aint know one was comin
Stand face to me, no more runnin
Back from hell, the dramatic, automatic
Rap track flippin acrobatic
Yo we been in this game for damn near a whole decade
To the death, til the firng squad, cop the next tape
Brownsville slugger, knucka up in the house
Had a rumble with the grim reaper, knuckled it out
This aint for you big willies, this is for my small paws
Thuggin, wit guns in they draws
Go against the grain, break all laws
And keep a bitch wit him, wit drugs in her bra
Brooklyn, brainiest, blast
Aint nothing changed since that nigga been past
Sound, pound, make you wanna bark
Specialized by firing squad, the underdogs, c'mon!

Chorus 2x

[billy danze]
(it's the firing squad assassins)
Ghetto blastin
Operation ran by your man toucan dance for thug fashion
(criminal passion) top of the line
It's unneccessary, buries, but we still manage to shine
(take a life son) fuck that!
You know the verdict your only a soldier duke but don't get murdered
You heard i was, raised with the elements
It's william, and if you feel him then don't fuck with my intelligence
I'm from the ville, (that's home)
I holds my own being that my father's reflection have connected and roam

[lil fame]
Blow 'em and check 'em wit chrome, have ya heard of me
I heard you wanna hit me, split me, murder me
So i, regulate, designate, demonstrate
Blow back you fools wit tools, set 'em straight
What you want nigga, hah, what it's gon be
I'ma be leavin you leakin with clip in the palmy
I'ma son of a gun, a automatic 4 5th
Gun shots let off for my dogs, leave your boy stiff
Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
Play a part 'fore you fuck around and start a war here
(we bust back) collapse, i'm rated r
Bringin it real strong cuz you niggas still gon hit me pa
Y'all want me, come find me motherfucker

Chorus 2x

Heh heh, how many niggas
Ride wit us
Can you ride
Firing squad nigga
Yeah! wit us!
First family, murder
Top notch nigga
You know the rules of the motherfucking game
C'mon!

[heather b]

Holler the fuck out. henny up. yo, fox, you know how it goes, with
Hydro. uh, uh, uh...

Some niggas done betrayed me in the worst way, what the fuck?
I pray for their day, no luck
They cobras, and they die, fame, no what?
To many bitch niggas in the game, hold up
I layed low and i heard things, and i, watched how niggas changed
Niggas, actin like they feelin my pain, bitches! really
And lookin at me strange, what the deally?
All or nothin, why i'm in this
But i'm the kind of nigga thats gon handle my business!
Fuck the fake friendships and the second chances
I got love for true soldiers, the bill danze's
Jokers, talk slick, but i ain't really hearin em
Niggas, fake shit, but i'm, well aware
My kind, no doubt, ya know i'ma take care of em
And i ain't hard to find, holler out, i'm right here for em

Chorus:

Billy danze: so where we at? (in your business)
Where? (in your business)
Yeah (let them niggas know what this is)
Lil' fame: i send my goons at to get ya
Hit ya, and take them new jacks down with ya
M.o.p.: my kinda nigga!
*repeat*

[lil' fame]

There's no way nigga's love rap, everybody loves slap
Thug cats, baby girl, ever seen a thug rap?
Nothin smooth about these motherfuckin rough rats
With potholes in em, fuck around and lose a hubcap
I represent broke niggas pushin bamma's
Still got their shit chromed-out with the hammers
(my kinda nigga part two) ain't nobody seein em
M.o.p. and em, heather b and em
Ain't nothing changed, i'm still in the street with niggas
I'm still a corner store hero eatin nigga
These brooklyn cats will whack your ass
And them new jersey cats will carjack your ass
My niggas! fly niggas! live!
Don't try! do or die niggas!
With iron we keep em expirin with the firing squad
Still firing hard (my kinda nigga)

Chorus

[billy danze]

Let's put this motherfucking shit in order
Everybody face me, this won't take long
I'm callin y'all, to see if you're ready to rock
I'm warning y'all, i'm billy, i'm ready to pop
(stop) before they lay your body on ice
I'll a make an ugly and this motherfucker soldier be nice
I been through a lot of trials, gunnin down for mine
Top of the line ?growls? poppin rounds for mine
(watch em work) that's right, notice what i'm workin with
The hell-raising, gun-blazin berkuance
Hurt you with new school flavor, supported by old school jewlels
(dominated) by true school rules
Faggot, do you have it? look i'm ?fakin? escape
Before i go, i need to know if my niggas is straight
(hold me down) who that?
(first fam) where you at?
(in the back) ready to attack, that's my kinda nigga!

Chorus

Ha-ha-ha. firing squad, nigga. to the life!

"yeah, they talkin about rap."
"we don't rap, its not about rap we livin it what they talkin about.
It's not about college or what you read in a newspaper or magazine. its
Hear its reality, this is our nature. its how we live."

[guru]

Now everybody on earth wanna rap, we burnt all of that
Knocked off the game, and cold broke is spat
Gang starr, will billy danze and big slap
Word to laze, big schools and big gats
You didn't whip it right so pick up the pace
Word to grimy niggas, they want to stick up the place
Word to hiphop, plus a crib that's laced
Primo's breaks, activate the mental, that's all
We got credentials galore, fuck a small vending tour
Yet, still, i be at the around-the-way spots
Near where niggas be slinging innocent get hit by straight shots
And brave cops, protect the community
While corrupt cops, be harrasing you and me
Pullin me over, in front of the crib, in front of my neighbors
Askin for favors, here's a cassette and why you
Question my behavior?
Pursuing me, trying to catch me off quard
I shrug scars, you see a lot of hoes at thug bars
I don't care what these beats my do
We'll sun you, plus i see right through
Its way it means to me and m.o.p.
Just to get a rep, nigga, you best to step, nigga, salute!

Chorus:

Holdin it down ----> billy danze
Phony ass rappers ----> guru
Dead serious ----> ??
Finish em ----> lil' fame
(is this hiphop) hell no this is war ----> billy danze
Heavy artillery, in my vicinty ----> lil' fame
*repeat, change 5th line to: m.o.p.*

[billy danze]

Aiyyo, the game's called surivival *echoes* i admit
As a soldier, i've done a lot of shit
To the so-called tough dude, i ain't mad at you
But i wish i wouldn't of had to do the shit i had to do
It's true, i would jump up in a bamma
And travle miles of road to unload this hammer
(and i) notice ?colors? when they glance
At the baby boy of haddy and frank danze
I won't stress the blazin
But i will think about what size slug best for the occasion
(it's so amazin) ???? pop shit
Like windy williams till you fuckers bury me
(who we be!) what, what's wrong, nigga?
(first family) come, come on, nigga!
(ain't nothin cute) my niggas is ready to shoot
For the love of the first family thugs, salute!

Chorus

[lil' fame]

Before you slit your wrist, bitch, imagine this
M.o.p., gang starr (damn!) hazardous
Thugs that got love for this hiphop and shit
Makin words rhyme at the same time poppin shit
I used to go to jams, and drop grammar
Before i left niggas told me (boy take your hammer!)
Sure nuff, shit got rowdy
Dumped off my first clip at a house party
I love this rap shit, though, the love is clear
But fuck the parties, my nigga, i lost a brother there
Only if i'm gettin paid (that's right)
And the shit gon' benefit the trade
I snatch a mic, turn it out, bad
Even have you smooth niggas fuckin up yours shoes and your outfit
I be, the brownsville slugger (signing out)
Act like you know what i'm about, salute!

Chorus

*premier scratches to fade*

Come on, come on
Rap dudes, let's rap
Rap dudes
Yeah, (laughing)
Yeah, come on motherfucka
Yea i gave ya a hour nigga
But now i want my shit back
Bring it to ya ass
Fizzy wo mack, l.a.
I'm a continue to bring it to ya ass
Motherfucka

[lil fame]
Welcome me back bitch nigga, it's the rapper dude (slash)
No actor dude (brownsville), snap a dude
You listen to gun shots pop, it's murder capitol
We all for one boy, where them young boys clappin you
And thugs hold the fort down tight, they bust back at you
Another nigga drop, tryin to stop drug traffic dude
B-boy's employed decoys, just to trap a fool
Any and every individual, this can happen too
We move on niggas, rip two's on niggas
Cuz ain't no tellin what them fellas about
I remain in the cut, comprehendin ya doubts
Back up off me, soft me, spit ten then i'm out
Silly motherfuckas gettin carried away
But they fuck around with fame and get carried away
Cuz i'm a nigga of the earth, nigga of sea
Nigga of the sky, the fire, m.o.p.
I'm a front big willie, like i'm runnin this game
What i can play, lil fame like a mothafucka
Say why ya rollin, i'm patrolin, man god on steel
Who the fuck you think you are nigga? ron o'neal? (fuck outta here)
All i really need is respect, that's what i'm mention for (bitch)
What you inchin for (clack clack), what ya flinchin fo?
And when it jump off don't ask did he know
Because he knows who the fuck i am, fizzy woe
Magnificent, baby

[beat changes]

Firing squad
One of a kind nigga, top of the line niggas, divine niggas illest
My niggas
You know my steez nigga, you know my steez
M.o.p., fizzy woe

[billy danze]
Yo i'm a brownsville native junior, i'm talkin born and raised
That's where we learn to let the pistol spark bark and blaze
(first family) suffer for days (come on)
And we inheritin them criminal ways
I survive with a fist full of hopes and dreams
And a hand full of niggas that i call upon team
By the time i was thirteen (thirteen)
I got myself a 318 and startin makin moves baby
It's like i told ya boy, my environment put me on front line
(soldier boy) rapid fire the greatest of all time
We 'em dance, waitin for shaq to get back (welcome home my nigga)
I done made plans - 96% of this world don't know i exist;
That's why my point is gettin missed
I walks with my brother mike sone, as i stroll thru the ghetto
And the sun is like the wind beneath my wings like zeros

[laughing]
Nigga
Ha ha

*several alarms heard*

[m.o.p. scratches]
C'mon!
Yeah!
International!
Downtown swinga!

[billy danze]
Ayo what up cobra, it's me (prime time!)
Pd, i get better with time like a fine wine
You see, ever since i was a youth
I promised to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth
I never been accused, of perjury
I will clap gats at them cats if they try to murder me
You heard of me, (hilfigga!)
Oh you better know it baby (ill legit!)
Yeah but i try not to show it baby
Cuz if i got to show skill, i will
I'm comin from brownsville, (downtown)
Swingin this ? bump bill ? , bringin it so ill
(you niggas been warned)
If i get to side steppin and grippin my weapon it's on
Once i stretch 'em i'm gone, the old thug way
(no need to stress him he gone)
The no love way
Fuck him, cocksucker i'm lettin you know
You lookin for brook, you went to fizzy ro, we downtown

Chorus 2x: lil fame and billy danze
Who bringin this?
Downtown swinga!
Swingin this
Down here we be the kings of this
Never gassed to do, what i have to do
Splashin you, blastin you, international!

[lil fame]
Stand back when this nigga kick off, the black stallion
I'm all american slash trinidadian
I make a dummy fold, dig him for his money roll
Take the dummy's soul, blast shots in your skully yo
Mister fizzy ro gettin busy yo
Make motherfuckers ask, "what the fuck is he yo?"
I tote the 4 5 when i feel i'm doomed
Fuck them cassettes i don't plan to die no time soon
Down, down town swinga
Mash 'em out (no doubt) blast 'em out (no doubt)
When it's hammer time we crash the house, (no doubt)
Regulate and clear the punk bastards out (no doubt)
Yo i illustrate and design for those doin crimes
Totin heat and, in the streets like yellow lines
And i'm, here to represent for 'em
So bow down, to them cats that swing downtown

Chorus 2x

[lil fame]
Oh shit! it's on nigga
Pack your shit, and get gone nigga
Here come fame, bill danze and them, (right!)
Aint no tame to handle 'em, (true)
Cuz when i'm on a mission duke, grippin a pistol duke
Hot slugs be twistin you, it's traditional
(let's cock back the chrome)
And wreck the party
And i'm that one nigga that fuck it up for everybody

[billy danze]
Get em up, clak clak!
Hit 'em up, bookah bookah!
Whet 'em up, bucka buck bucka!
Shut 'em up, for good
We regulate this hood downtown soldier
And we will lay your ass down, told ya
In a heartbeat, this is our streets, we're divided in crews
Bet' not nann one of you motherfuckers move, speak to me
(make moves) wrong nigga to cross
Alot of niggas found theyself lost, and tossed in the fire

[scratches, samples to end]