Seventy five 

Raised on a strip called here brotha hill 

Where guns pop and cops get killed 

This is the place where paranoya 

Destroyin' niggas cash cases mo' try to flash they 

lawyers 

We're losin' it 

Four fives and knives we be movin' wit 

Caught up in the things that the street game confused 

you wit 

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 gone 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 the baddest 

Word to the mommy 

Any fool try me 

Get hit wit the Llama 

Fuck cuminana 



Chorus - Teflon and Lil' Fame: 2X 



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 



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 DO'ERS 

Burkowitz 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 unnoticable 

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 NECTAR 

That bullshit 

Just when you thought it was safe I flipped and hit 'em 

wit more shit 





Chorus 2X: 





Teflon: 



Introducin' 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 and 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 respects by 

Half-ass niggas 

Blast niggas 

Gas niggas who won't blast 

The sect die 



All: 2X 



Just when you thought it was safe 

The mashed out posse hit you off wit another taste 

Uh (Uh) Uh (Uh) Uh (Uh ) Uh (Uh) 

Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) 





Jay-Z: 



Yeah, uh-huh, what the fuck 

Two asked 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 wit 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? 





Chorus: 2X 





motherfucker