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 a4 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 "last
  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