Released on August 11, 1998

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[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


[Chorus: Teflon & M.O.P.]

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


[Chorus: Teflon & M.O.P.]

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 fleet wit' Green Beret

Blaze enemies frequent, I speak wit' authority

(Black) Perhaps too forward to be cap, quarterly

Blazed 'till it's quiet and orderly

The gunsmoke makes that so

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 'til they drop off

Make sure all of the guns you pop off is heavy

Blowin' some high-tech shit through your projects

Makin' whatever was in my way easy to di-tect

I wrecks guys

Over money, your Saratoga son be in a Colombian Necktie

We don't respect spies

Half-ass niggas, last niggas

Buddah gassed niggas who won't blast – respect die

[Bridge: M.O.P. & Teflon]

Just when you thought it was safe

The Mash Out Posse hit you off wit' another case

Uh (Uh), Uh (Uh), Uh (Uh), Uh (Uh)

Yeah (G'yeah!), Yeah (G'yeah!), Yeah (G'yeah), Yeah (G'yeah)

Just when you thought it was safe

The Mash Out Posse hit you off wit' another case

Uh! (Uh!) Uh! (Uh!) Uh! (Uh!) Uh! (Uh!)

Yeah (G'yeah!) Yeah (G'yeah!) Yeah (G'yeah!) Yeah (G'yeah!)

[Verse 4: Jay-Z & Billy Danze]

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, hoe?

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, Roc-A, M.O.P. collabo

Front on us and gats blow, ya know?!


[Chorus: Teflon & M.O.P.]

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?