Jay Z — La Familia

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Head of the family,
El Padrino.
Welcome home to Emory,
Let’s get back to this dinero.
N**gas wanna kidnap wifey,
Good luck with that, bruh.
You must gonna hide your whole family,
What you think we wearing black for?
Ready for that war,
Ready for that war, ready,
You ain’t ready, yo, you radio,

You ain’t really ready.
Real shit chyea,
Alpo bought his bricks here,
Elvis got his records took,
It’s like we got our seventh gear.
NFL investigations,
Oh, don’t make me laugh!
FBI investigation,
We stood up to that.
Facts only,
Everything real in my raps only,
Every n**ga real in my clique really,
Everyone’s a movie star, you got to film me,
La familia.

Head of the family,
El Padrino.
Welcome home to Emory,
Let’s get back to this dinero.

Ready for that war,
Ready for that war, ready,
You ain’t ready, yo, you radio,
You ain’t really ready.
Head of the Family,
El Padrino.

My brothers is my brother like my brother is,
My n**gas is my brother
Like my mother kids,
Not just in good times,
That’s that sucka shit.
But in war times,
It’s just what it is.
Head of the family,
All my n**gas bosses though,
Y’all don’t understand we?
We talk that shit bosses know.
Triple fuckin’ OG,
What’s up to my n**ga Juan!
Tell these n**gas pull their fuckin’ skirt down,
I could see their ovaries.
N**gas snitching, switching teams,
Out here telling bitches things,
Industry talk behind your back,
Ain’t nobody got time for that!
Facts only,
Everything real in my raps only,
Every n**ga real in my clique really,
Even the girls keep it two hundred and trilly,
It’s la familia.