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[Memphis Bleek]
For this 98 shit, you rap cats better lay shit Cuz Bleek's gonna lay shit You heard me? Holla back So what ya know about a four ga six, and a Cuban with a diamond cut chips And a whole lotta chicks in this world gonna strip with me Get your money right nigga I'm tryin to be worth 6 Million like Steve Austin Drive thru my PJ's flossin, like what? Bionic You see me blowin chronic In charge with San Diego, burn like Wako Leggo on my shots like Eggo Or Lee Hungry Oswald, three miles far Picture main man open the car Sware to god, you get hit hard, you violate my squad on the job Know me, the Ogee on my mic I make about 20 G a week In these streets tryin to eat Chorus: repeat 2X We need to live life 2 tha fullest See you never know when you perform Dead on, so that I'm napalm Makin sure ya remember my name, Bleek Stayin on top of my fame, on top of my game [Memphis Bleek] Aiyo the streets got a nigga turned out, say word But the gat got a nigga bustin back, so what? It's the ghetto, we all the killas walkin the light I think the ceiling the dark I'mma bring it to the light The police never liked us, now they hired bikers In TNT tryin to shut down the CNB Cartel, tryin to stack mail and prevail To cop a 300 XL, yo you niggas know Memph for gettin dough Fuckin these hoes, nuttin flow, erate my foes All lies on my arm piece or the chain becardian Absolute, throwin shit in the game I'm tryin to snatch cream, and slide very often Hate had me stressed so I got rid of that shit like abortion And ain't afraid to leave you niggas in the coffin So often, you gonna see my click flossin Iced up, nigga price what, act up And we gon strap up what, you say what you want But I already, you can flow with Between Friends and the Roc Chorus 2X [Memphis Bleek] I'm like 4-5-6, when I spit this trips Haters loosin they bricks, Memph Bleek injure shit If you asbetic, you gon gas like asmetics Try to end it, I'm gone set it, inject it Like diabetics with styles, I perfect it Broke down mics from adverseries I collect it The reassembelem, i'm like the Marcy Project emblem Put me on your chain and rock me If I was you glock, cock me Put it work, then back me From under your hockey shirt, and go bizerk No what's wit-urse, put the 400 on re-wit-urse Let the shots dispurse, when I hit em it hurts If you ask me, niggas styles is trashy Cops wanna harass me, cuz minds classy I got the form with the chips, caught chicks in Memphis I'm Memphis, ya don't know me, but I'm in this Chorus 2X |
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