You, Me, Him And Her Lyrics - Amil

Told y'all, Dynasty, Roc-A-Fella Records, you heard me? 

Unstoppable, niggaz! Uhh 

Memph Bleek, Amil-lion, Sigel Sigel ya heard? 

It's a Dynasty! Who do you believe? 

Jigga Man, mo' better, mo' cheddar 

Foes knock the man off your Polo sweater 

Roll with the R O C-A-Fella 

Remember me? The teachers used to fail us 

Now it's mo' scrilla, hoe killers, fo'-wheelers, we gorillas 

Oh, please feel us, we heat holders 

Fightin'? Listen boy, Roy Jones couldn't still us 

The plot thickens, the block clickin' 

We got the game tied up, stop trippin' 

Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all 

Memph Bleek what? Amil-lion, uhh 

Cat be him, El Cap-i-tan 

The fire I spit burn down Happyland 

Social Club, we unapproachable thugs, non-social, gone postal 

Great aim, harm the arm close to your toast 

Like a Don's supposed to, Shawn 

I thought I told you, these ain't just vocals 

Don't make me take it to the old school 

I put holes through your hoes too 

Through your clothes to the foes to the nigga close to you, fuck it 

Fuck it, Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all 

Amil-lion what? Memph Bleek 

Y'all dudes don't, get it, come wid' it 

Fifth loaded with slugs that'll rest in your fitted 

It's M dot E-M, the Roc be them 

Got the mamis sayin' look, who can stop be them? 

You wan' press your dumb luck, get blam blam-ed up 

I crush your larynx, you talk 'bout us nigga, no obituary, I get it critical 

You know Memph'll hit the pall bearer liftin' you 

When I cock the plastic, make 'em drop the casket 

When it's hot, I'm blastin', it's the Roc, you bastards 

Jigga Man what? Amil-lion yeah 

Memph Bleek huh? Sigel Sigel c'mon 

Spit acid, c'mon 

Witcha bullshit smash hit, get your bullshit smashed in 

Niggaz wanna front and get jumped 

Bet the ruger give your right side a nice-sized lump 

Nigga, we are, the supreme squad 

You can dream hard but reality is 

We push the dream cars, fuck the queen broads 

Puff the green raw, we as real as it get, we the R-O-C dot A dot Fellas 

Bitches don't talk to us, the hoes they e-mail us 

Nigga, Jigga Man what? Memph Bleek huh? 

Amil-lion yeah, Sigel Sigel rap 

R dot O dot C dot stop 

From tower to mind pop, I move out stop 

Shower your mind block, move out with glocks 

Raw to the cook, look, move out them blocks 

Take it to the bucks who be grindin' it up 

Usually take it to the dubs so they diamond it up 

Competition, linin' 'em up 

Forty-five A C P, let me squeeze lime 'em up 

You want, drama what? Well silence it up 

Since a young buck, violent as fuck 

Wettin' me dog, the high will do it, I used to wild off embalmin' fluid 

I sent niggaz to the trauma unit, forty-five or the nine'll do it 

I fuck around and have your moms go through it, I'm a beast 

Shit, niggaz always wanna ye shit, then they wanna cease shit 

When they motherfuckin' peeps hit 

But I don't cease nothin', I decease som'un 

I fuck around and have you sleepin' underneath som'un 

Jigga Man what? Sigel Sigel y'all 

Memph Bleek uh, Amil-lion right 

Yo, A to the M-I, feminist 

Holdin' the semi, leave niggaz faced with a dilemmi 

Am I, gon' run or stay, can I 

Get away no you can't can't I surrendi? 

And I, lazy bop, Mercedes hot 

In my way through the tunnel like Lady Di 

Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all 

Memph Bleek what? Amil-lion uhh