4 Da Fam Lyrics

[Intro: Amil & Memphis Bleek]
Uh
Yea
Uh huh, uh (Yea)
This one's for the family (That's right)
All money is legal now (Uh, uh) (Yea)
Just preparing y'all
For the dynasty
Amillion, 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 ya crib just like furniture
Pop up with the gun on ya
Release one for zero-zero M (yeah)
Bleek-R-O-C (yeah yeah) dot com (yeah)

[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
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
Five-five with the thirty-four B-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 new born naked child
Bitches tryin' to come up, gotta wait awhile
As of now, Amil-lion just faded ya style
(Uh huh, you dealin' with), nigga

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About

Genius Annotation

“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

What has the producer Ty Fyffe said about the track?
Genius Answer

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?’

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