M.O.P., JAY-Z, Teflon - 4 Alarm Blaze lyrics

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 MOP 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

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?

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

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?

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

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)

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, MOP collabo
Front on us and gats blow ya know?

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?