<i>[Memphis Bleek Intro]</i> Uh, yeah. . .the boy Extra We right back at it like we left somethin' knaw'mean? It's the ROC, since 9-6, you know we get busy Got the young lady by the name of Rihanna with me Straight from Barbados, give 'em that flavor baby girl Let's go
<i>[Chorus: Rihanna w/ Bleek ad-libs]</i> You were there for me when I needed you when my back was to the wall And it's good to know that you're still the one to catch me when I fall We've been crazy tight and I realize when all is said and done Through the best of times, through the worst of times Baby you're the one, baby you're the ooone!
<i>[Verse 1: Memphis Bleek]</i> Ayo quattro, trece, doce, uno You know I throw my weight around like sumo You know I hold my lady down, that you do know You know disrepecting mine'll be a funeral Bruno Magli's on the patio in blood O.J. style but I won't leave the glove Like ?? Shyne/shine but I won't leave the club BROOKLYN ZOO! All we feed you is slugs Like, yeah love you know I leave you over mine And yeah love they have to grieve you over mine It's thug love at it's finest, dude rewind this Uh, the boy H-O behind this
<i>[Chorus: Rihanna w/ Bleek ad-libs]</i> You were there for me when I needed you when my back was to the wall And it's good to know that you're still the one to catch me when I fall We've been crazy tight and I realize when all is said and done Through the best of times, through the worst of times Baby you're the one, baby you're the ooone!
<i>[Verse 2: Memphis Bleek]</i> Ayo quattro, trece, doce, uno You know the boy give 'em more kicks than judo You know I protect what's mine, that you do know You know violating me you gon catch a fued-o ?? partying with my shorty like the god Robert Blake style but they won't find the car Like the big homie Snoop but it won't be the gods BROOKLYN ZOO! We known to throw shots like. . Yeah love I'm on a shopping spree with mine Here love you know it's rings and things with mine It's thug love at it's finest, dude rewind this Uh, the boy H-O behind this
<i>[Chorus: Rihanna w/ Bleek ad-libs]</i> You were there for me when I needed you when my back was to the wall And it's good to know that you're still the one to catch me when I fall We've been crazy tight and I realize when all is said and done Through the best of times, through the worst of times Baby you're the one, baby you're the ooone!
<i>[Verse 3: Memphis Bleek]</i> Ayo four, three, two, one If this ain't concrete then call it what you want For my lady I make where you from hotter than the sun I'm still street say the word and it's done If ever in the world that we gotta let a slug fly Even if they subpoena me I would never testify You feel the same and this way we never change Dudes play they disappear and I ain't David Blaine Like, yeah love you know I'm breezin' through with mine Yeah love give me a reason to squeeze for mine It's thug love at it's finest, dude rewind this Uh, the boy H-O behind this
<i>[Chorus: Rihanna w/ Bleek ad-libs]</i> You were there for me when I needed you when my back was to the wall And it's good to know that you're still the one to catch me when I fall We've been crazy tight and I realize when all is said and done Through the best of times, through the worst of times Baby you're the one, baby you're the ooone!
<i>[Outro: (Rihanna) & M. Bleek]</i> (Baby baby you're the one) Uh, Rihanna y'all, you know, ROC, ROC (Baby baby yooou're the ooone) ROC, ROC, rock on Uh huh, Big on the production Y'know, it's another one of those joints It's the ROC, and we, get, busy!
verse 1) Yo yo yo yo aiyyo who sleeping on bleek Wake his ass up I'm a show em all the money And the ass I pass up How I'm N Y deep Who snitched to NYP (New York Police) You bitches been dropping D's (dimes) Since 86 striped Lees Dial 9 1 tips When I spit one clip Supposed to be killing niggaz but ain't really done shit I'm loco Tote the 4 4 Smoke L's with duck doors Drow flow Blow the smoke slow And holler fuck hoes It's cash and money Nines grab the green weed exactly One shot lives and daiquiris My gat be stashed in the dash Mixed herbs and hash On a cruise for cash I might bruise some cats Spit 2 at you dudes that act Like you can't be touched Front and lose your cap I incinerate guns after bodies I caught son Never on the run stack mail by the tons son
Chorus 2x: Yo it's that Roc a Fella shit Hoes clothes to whips Act up and get hit Give a fuck who you with We them niggaz coming through Locking down your strips Some real niggaz that walk around with guns on their hips
(verse 2) I live my life now like none of y'all fagots You keep fronting like that I'm gone let one of y'all have it I keep the fours drawn When I wake up the war's on For the bread, butter and chips shit I go to war for em Tinted my whip now These cops ride dick now Money spend now I move work through my pen pal Niggaz hate bleek cause I live through this shit You niggaz keep hating cause I could deal with this shit I'm a street individual Sold it all criminal Weed just a minimum I'm a M-P emblem Rock syndicate and flips in the block You call it I lick a shot I'm street wise Went up on my caps in size Who getting money over here contact these guys Let em know I set up shop to trey eight the block With 3 niggaz 1 gun and a buck 50 to shop
[Memphis Bleek] Memph Bleek where the hoez at Be where the dough at Treez, yo I blow dat C's yo I hold that Guns, yo I tote that O's, sold that Blow niggaz for stuntin, Fuck y'all frontin The war you could get that Spit till I sip that Gunz, neva sit back Money I'ma get that Mind I don't play y'all Bleek still the same y'all Aim the rod then I blaze the squad All the hoez roll the weed up You know that it's G's up Roll till you eat some I flow for the threesomes Chickens I dont need them Snitches I'ma see them Meet em with the gunz and heat em with the one's If you feel that you die-proof, .45 proof I'll find where they hide you, outline you You niggaz know the name and my bitches know the game I'm in it for life and want all y'all to say It's life, Money... drugs... murder for life, what you think y'all
[Chorus]
[Memphis Bleek] Yo these streets, I control now Creep on the low now Empty and reload now See me on the flow now Drugs I could move quick Thug on my new strip Pump till I move bricks Floss till I lose chips ? got it gemmed up Accord got it rimmed up Roll wit da dog On top is where you end up Ride in a hot whip Live in a hot crib Spend what you got Memph I'm about that hot shit Bitches give me Brain Now Bleek do his thang now Eat em hoez the same now Creep In the game now Lay up wit the right bird Me, I'm tryin to slice first Tryin to flow suttin you go head and owe suttin I'm high...roll suttin You Die if you know suttin And break me off wit some of the O's or suttin The M-e-m-p-h man, Memph Bleek don't play We all gotta eat Swizz Beats make 멷m say Money Drugz Murda for Life what you think y'all huh
[Chorus] Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at? I love these streets what you think of that? My whole team rock rocks we don't speak to cats I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that? What you think of that? What you think of that? I'm a real ass nigga what you think of that? Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at? I love these streets, what you think of that? My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that? What you think of that? What you think of that? I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that?
[Verse 1] Yo, light the treez up, my hoez, D cupped, G's up Memph Bleek, nigga, what?!? Ride shotgun in the range, bitches pay the price for thangz, rock ice and chains Yo they change under the weather, it got a little cold, too iced out You can hardly see the gold, that's the way a nigga rock now, don't stop now Still on the block now, shorty, hold the glock down Only thingz changed, the bitches I pressed, the way they fit in the dress Like ?em big in the breasts, shoes gotta be the shit, don't walk in kicks Yo you rollin wit the Memph, twitch the dutch and split Break the fuck out, bang, back a truck out, often see the rims these bitches'll bug out You know what though? I don't give a fuck though, Still in the cut, let the .44 blow
[Chorus] Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at? I love these streets, what you think of that? My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that? What you think of that? What you think of that? I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that? Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at? I love these streets, what you think of that? My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that? What you think of that? What you think of that? I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that?
[Verse 2] Yo, it's all about a brick kid, gettin bent kid, slide wit a chick kid Where the benz kid? Creep on it, make catz sleep on it You know what your song lack, Bleek on it It's straight for stacks, where you hatin cats World premier type broad, I'ma make you that, stay shapin that Yeah, make a stack, show them niggaz where they girls be fakin that What you think of THAT? Where my niggaz at? We all around the streets where them figures at New Acc, put the top down, nigga, crack sold out now Where it's at? Ball out now, straight to the morgue, play? Yo we ball Y'all gon hate till I fall so I spray till I'm gone, gotta push the coupe and do what he do I ride in the truck, I'm high nigga, wha?
[Chorus] Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at? I love these streets, what you think of that? My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that? What you think of that? What you think of that? I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that? Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at? I love these streets, what you think of that? My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats (Uh) I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that? What you think of that? What you think of that? (Uh Oh) I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that? (Uh Oh)
[Jay-Z] You know niggaz stay frontin like I'm a clown or suttin Like I don't get down or suttin Like I don't toke a 4 pound of suttin Round here frontin like my shit don't sound like nuttin Like I ain't got the crown or suttin Like I ain't the nigga who'll baste yo life form I guess I ain't the reason you got that ice stolen Like I ain't the muthafuckin dude wit the shoes I guess I ain't the reason you rhyme the way you do Like I ain't the nigga who mastered all flows And the reason they can't sell them four point O's Like I ain't 5 mill, and what did you do though? Excuse me? Nigga don't confuse me I ain't one of you rappers who got a deal I'm one of the few niggaz spittin it and got it for real And even if you hatin, you gotta knock it in yo wheels And the day that I stop bein ill
[Chorus] Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at? I love these streets, what you think of that? My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that? What you think of that? What you think of that? I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that? Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at? I love these streets, what you think of that? My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that? What you think of that? What you think of that? I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that
Yea Yea street life Gutter shit Soldier life nigga Get it right New York City Where I'm from Live are Die Marcy Do what you do
Check it out now Yo I'm here to put my thing down Set up shot with cocaine now Pick off niggas who aint down I'm in the game now Brought a couple of cats from the way down Who know how to slang thows And grimmy niggas who aim wild Who juss want to rep And wet niggas who think foul Ran into Jay while I'm clappin this math This crab show me some slab Now I'm tryna get back We played the out skerch Nigga smoother then my shirt Spit a couple of words, a pound, then he merked Shit he left skid marks I let the clip spark When off in the hood Played the bench till its dark I'm profouned to the drug game A thin line between love and hate Some niggas I love to hate I thought my connect respect me This nigga got bad words since some haters wet me
Chorus 4x's To stay alive in New York City To stay alive realize that you got to be a soilder
Check it Yo I'ma soldier to the heart Through my blood line One way to catch a crab is always on his front time I keep a chicken on a bench flippin Grippin I smoke weed but this shit got a nigga slippin A herb seed burn me, drop the L Spot it through my per-if-u This nigga tryna murder me Shorty wop jumped in front of me Caught one Blaze back empty empty the roots Through the bitch niggas, take that Niggaz killed my down bitch Bust around bitch I dont know who clapped So I dont hang around Shit Lame beat me on the ounce of raw Dominican nigga Look innocent nigga Fuck it I'ma finish this nigga Back the coop out the lot Cock one in the drop Put the burner in the dash fee dipped in black Got Bleek on alert For the cat who beat me on the stack
Chorus 4x's To stay alive in New York City To stay alive realize that you got to be a soilder
Yo, Yo Slow money, broke niggas, no weed One gun And my down bitch gone Got a nigga on the run Strip hot Niggas came through Bang shots Have me sleeping in my wheels To the real get got Now I play the cut On some nigga what shit Flip fo-in-dicals For real now who wants it Two blocks from the Jay's this nigga lay He pump trays Try'n to get the Memph man put away His next option Pack up get out of dodge When he caught I'ma let the fifth give his face a massage Too much dro got my eyes low On the creep triple black down Cuz I'ma cripple that clown Spotted him by WoodHall Niggas think the fe-in took off Like he ran track or he played football Hot day and everybody outside I'ma catch him on that block Where the hot wips ride Ride slow this nigga out burning trees Wit a bad bitch I'ma put his brain on her sleeve I'ts already cocked I move slow up the block Jumped out Made him tounge kiss the glock I Squeeze two And niggas seen this nigga drop Cold of the street and forever stay hot Motherfucker
Chorus 4x's To stay alive in New York City To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier
You A Thug N***A 작곡:I. Lorenzo,Irv Gotti,Malik Cox,R. Mays,Robert Mays
check it out Shit, I'm here now, where it's at? I'm there now, when I walk through the club The real have stare-downs And I walk by, lil nigga play the short guy Pockets is grown, when I cock it, it's on You believe that, all the chickenz be where the treez at Car hopping bitches be where the V's at I plot to get mo, stacks and a crib Sometimes I hear that Ele hold a gat in the crib Can't relax in the crib Niggaz did max bids Niggaz clap shit, ain't no acting in this You a playa? Well nigga who you working for? Cuz who coachin that team that you be otin for? When I ride by, I know you looking to spray me But I got a ghetto bird that go half on a three-eighty It's the game of life, you it, so play it right Bitches like you, M-e-m-p-h Bleek, yeah right
[Chorus] Is you a thug nigga? Then bust a slug nigga It's no love nigga We true thug niggaz Streets is mine, One nine double nine, we shine Niggaz stack one's act and and catch one You a thug nigga? Then bust a slug nigga It's no love nigga We true thug niggaz Streets is mine, One nine double nine, we shine Niggaz stack one's act and and catch one
[Verse2] Yo all the money and the gunz is nothin to me Cuz I could withstand the challenge within or without me Am I right, youngblood? If not, correct me, y'all ain't got enough money for y'all to check me You six feet, eight inches, 400 pounds of made niggaz that get broke down-acapo
N.O.W. (Featuring Da Ranjahz) featuring Da Ranjahz작곡:Malcolm Byer,Malcolm Selwyn Byer,Malik Cox,Nigel Laguerre,Nigel Leguerre
[Chorus repeat 2x] [Dark Half] I'm on my feet now, shit never was it sweet now Belly but I'm still starve can I eat now, live complete Now, told by the older god never put the heat down
[Verse One: Dark Half]
Far from reper humbo meat now fuck with The winners bitches listen when I speak Got on some rap shit find it hard to creep Now I'm on point and move deep more relete Could Clap you but ain't nothing like a baet down We swept down these streets now like community sevrivce reach your faith face defeat now we Hipadument get in your skin niggas want beef now Bring It on when we borm ain't no rebound the war on son No time for sleep now get your guns no surrender no retreat now you violated dog blood got alete ypur whole life is down hill intype Deep down its deep now watch and seperate The wolf from the sheep now May you rest ever last in peace regons compete This year isare year knowlegde
[Chorus(Wais instead of Dark Half)]
[Verse Two: wais] Aiyyo, half Wais is on this crawl thorough Doing ten miles per on a sneak with no doubt In for way make the gun peak out just to sent a Message let for shots sneak out front I don't Hesitate to reach now you think you nice but Your dealer, your contract can conpreach now Chicken uses to front but they on my meat now Catch me in the park after dark with seats down I was known for emeny layin your feet down Now I'm known for shit one hundred degrees Now my style use to be just sick but its diesease Now take a one on one to this catch ya freeze now Death to enemys, life to thw family peace to my Killers up north who ever ran with me Ic
[Hype-D on Chrous] Tha first last and only that who we be 1 mo time you aint gotta open ya eyes 'cause we tha first last and only nigga , tha first last and only nigga , nigga , nigga
hype-d - verse 1 Hey yo we tell them bitches who tha first last and only we aint no mutha fuckin phoneys nigga we real and real is real as it gets aint got time to play nigga this isnt a game ive done stole ya fame and put it up in a frame i aint framin no niggaz 'cause when i bust a gat i bet ya millon dollas u dont survive 'cause u aint a real gangsta ya boy get out of tha group
with all tha wankstas and so we tha best here so we here forever so understand me mutha fucka its real.
[Memphis Bleek on Chrous]
memphis bleek - verse 2 Yo lemme show ya how i like that lemme merk that till u have a hurt back and lemme show ya where tha crib at
Yo, I ain't the type that'll move from stress No seeds, no sticks, that's all I twist I twist backwoods up, that's what's up When I come to your town better have some bud
I graduated grads, got my diploma I could tell by your aroma you smokin' on Arizona But you ain't got no Cali Kush You're smoking on that backyard bush
Quiet it's kept like hush, plus You ain't never had no Florida Crip Beat that'd have you tripping Room start spinning, you beginning to get paranoid, start hearing noises
Can't forget about the Chitown 'dro That's why they say it's the windy city Ladies could blow Got a connect everywhere I go, never catch me with less than an O, you know
[Chorus] You got stress in your life then we smoking tonight My ladies gimme a light My ladies gimme a light My ladies gimme a light Niggas twist something up if you don't give a fuck if the Cali Kush Got you stuck My niggas gimme a light My niggas gimme a light
You got your baby's momma beefing with you, better have that reefer with you When she finish let the leaf remove you I inhale it deep like the chief of voodoo Handcuffing these beats like police will do you, that's how it works for me
Puffing on the purple, hit the booth with my eyes burgundy I spit the truth on how the earth be And all the bullshit I go through like dirt weed And how I always come through like birth, be
Ten pounds, eight ounces of herb, be I take two to the chest for all my niggaz that left I blow it out, let them live through my breath
And everybody got a way to relax like everybody gotta pay their tax If you live where I live everybody gotta blaze their gat So everybody blaze up a sack, let's go
[Chorus]
It's been heavy on my mind, now I gotta leave it all behind Smoke the pain away, chase the rain away See the sun is gonna shine 'till the night Smoke the pain away, chase the rain away
The president, he gotta legalize it The governor, he gotta legalize it Mayor, mayor gotta legalize it Let all my niggas lead their lives as they see fit, That's how I see it God damn, I'm a genius when I'm lit
Man fuck this shit man, Gu, twist something up I'm gonna come out there, let the bridge ride on 'em
It's been heavy on my mind, now I gotta leave it all behind Smoke the pain away, chase the rain away See the sun is gonna shine 'till the night Smoke the pain away, chase the rain away
Get low always smoking that la la la You know Bleek always smoking that la la la Young Proof always smoking that la la la My nigga Cali always smoking that la la la Sheik Breezy always smoking that la la la Murder One's always smoking that la la la Get low always smoking that la la la, Smoking that la la la, smoking That la la la Yeah
Yeah easy guru 9th wonder (1st verse) yeah yeah can't stop, wont stop never intend to they feel us inside they calling em jitzu back to new york all the shit ive been through some niggas saying they bark but to me they just shitzus down to the thoughts and the issues all the principles, how to keep it official
cause you dont want no nigga have to grip that pistol i bought the pistol turn dudes to fish food these dudes, want me looking all miserable dont want me getting paper go to jacob to spend a few but i be in them interviews talking bout how im in them coups and how the tech will sping a nigga like a innerlube fuck around get you flat like a innertube poke you up just some of the shit im into so fall back maybe you can get a clear view all my life of how i stare through the rear view
All About Me 작곡:B. Fischel,E. Matlock,Gerald "Soul G" Stevens,M. Cox,R. Klein,V. Germaise
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Give a fuck what you say Extra, I don't do it I don't give a fuck what you say Let's get these niggaz Yeah, I give a fuck what you say You know how we do it man I don't give a fuck what you say It's 534 Yeah I give a fuck what you say, nigga I give a fuck what you say, nigga, Yo, Yo
<i>[Verse 1:]</i> You know I'm comin through the ville Grippin wheel What the deal So who slide off the heel Tryin to get myself a mill In my system, this is still How I'm livin, just as trill Nigga, E don't make a difference Nigga, feel how you feel Just another day On my way to getting paid Nigga, spray a hater, raid I'm tryin to stay out they way Wavin at the babes On the corner like 'hey' Stuntin' like it's nothin The performer in me Grab myself some grub Get a hug Give a pound Give a peace Get low I aint tryin to stick around Get a beat Get a girl Get my gamble on Get 'em girls, give 'em hell Keep it movin on out Back at the house At a light, BET PS2, HDTV, Fight night, night night, Knock the homie out Got the shorty gettin aggie Lookin lonely on the couch
<i>[Chorus:]</i> And I'ma still hug block, Give a fuck what you say, Pants saggin, du-raggin' Give a fuck what you say, Big chain, gettin change, Give a fuck what you say, Cause at the end of the day, Yeah, it's all about me
Big trucks with them rims Give a fuck what you say Leavin' the club with like ten I give a fuck what you say A hundred grand on the benz I give a fuck what you say Cause at the end of the day, Yeah, it's all about me
<i>[Verse 2:]</i> Aint nothin changed But the change Not a lame, never been You say fuck me, it's fuck you Been the same ever since If you love me, i love you The game, i was lent, From the O.G., H-O, He aint never been A liar, I concur With every word that was said For the family I give 'em A hundred and ten percent For the fony I give 'em A hundred and ten of them Nigga, nine, m and m How I could send it through the wind Back to the grind Pay the haters nevermind Being broke is in the past I pray I never rewind Fine wine dreams Rockin' gators, lime green Out in Vegas with my team Breakin tables, na-mean? Money on the wall, Make the game go good Have money on the ave But the shit never last Puff, puff, pass, Nigga that's how we live Everyday, So keep the misery where you is, Nigga
<i>[Chorus]</i>
<i>[Verse 3:]</i> 534 Nigga, 4, 3, 2, 1, Blastoff, NASA, We got a problem This represents the struggle The hustle, the bums, The rats, the roaches, Nigga that's where we from Summertime cookout Open up the johnny pumps Baby, I don't care If you just got your hair done You still gettin wet Young hustlers on the steps Tryin to follow in the steps Of the vets From the jets Young niggaz act hard Ballin's in the back park Me, I played the monkey bars On girls, tried to mack hard Back when cane was blastin from the car Got a package of cane Brought at you to the yard And uuuuh ...
I said there's no such thing as the straight path My brother got hit the other day by straight blasts In the brain, on the train, on his way to work A guy that spent most of his life dealin' with dirt
But as soon as he decides to get a 9 to 5 Why would God decide to take his life? There's no such thing as the straight path
So it's whatever with me, I walk through the mind Feel whatever could hit me My mind filled with anger hope the angels is with me Change could be dangerous
Goin' legit could be signing your death certificate Calling it quits could be the worst thing you do I mean consider your enemy He ain't gonna quit 'coz you quit now, is he? Think about it
So what's on infinitely with me I'm gonna turn to finity for the tough times I pour Hennessey In memory of that one thing that meant one thing to me I'm on, somethin' in me wishin' I wan't born
Come on, a gangsta say quttin' the game Man, you lookin' at a dead man talkin' He's always a brother or cousin to somebody you fought Who might forgive but that don't happen too often
I said there's no such thing as the straight path My brother got hit the other day by straight blasts In the brain, on the train, on his way to work A guy that spent most of his life dealin' with dirt
But as soon as he decides to get a 9 to 5 Why would God decide to take his life? There's no such thing as the straight path
I said there's no such thing as the straight path I said there's no such thing as the straight path
When the gun burn everythin' You been taught you must unlearn With one turn of the world, one fatal stroke
What they want god? Niggaz know the deal here It's real...yea [Verse 1] I was told ?get money? stack what I can Born In the Vile a nigga never ran Seen niggaz get cut shot stabbed up and kidnapped Ran over double crossed killed for a stack of green one's Now I live life do or die Marcy son evrybody trying to survive Maintain yo strip cokaine this shit We ain't leavin till we drain this shit Playin this shit, street life, but most of y'all hate Bleek right? I'm supposed to keep heat right? So you can haul the heat right, who really give a fuck though I grew up amongst cut-throats, nigga, we all want dough It's a all out thing, drugz produce cream, gunz produce human beingz Nigga what you think? I got one, stop one, Naw Drop one, can't stop one, I'm here till the copz come
[Chorus] If you got money, everybody wants some If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some When a nigga get right, everybody wants some If you got money, everybody wants some If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some When a nigga get right, everybody wants some
[Verse 2] By my area code, you know I'm able to roll I'm a Brook-Nam nigga, we lock and load Dodge y'all, my hungry niggaz spot y'all Ready to bury niggaz wit 50 shots y'all You hot god Stop y'all, from poppin y'all lil nickels to morocan zones I'm making somebody cripple The strip's the issue and my dogz will siC you While yo body bag flow, the body bag's full I twist Kelly over backboard, ready to puish the Caddy on the curb And smack dudes, I'm wit O.G cars, flip Oz's huh? Don't sleep huh I'm tryin to eat huh Real to the heart, you real? We can start a lil somethin togetha, start frontin togetha Get this money right, muthafuck, hater niggaz Shots to them traitor niggaz, and fake niggaz Yo, muthafuckazz...
[Chorus] If you got money, everybody wants some If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some When a nigga get right, everybody wants some If you got money, everybody wants some If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some When a nigga get right, everybody wants some
[Verse 3] Yo Dead or alive I'm forced to put the metal to guyz Raise my right under oath, I ain't tellin no lies I'm wanted alive, last nigga try to survive Blast niggaz, you can ask niggaz how to get by Stay rollin alive, brand choclates huh Gunz so big, by time you see the spark, you die Niggaz ordered a spy, won't stop till we all in the sky Or get caught bustin down the pie Crack a bottle for niggaz who ain't here or doin time In the box, gettin stops, burnt blocks for dimes All my niggaz sittin, tented wit .9mm's Been doin or still in it wit crimes, Fuck the innocent kind I ain't repentin till I die, gettin head is my aliby I wasn't there when niggaz blazed and that coward died I'll make a stiff make you niggaz raise up, blaze up Yo last days is up, Mufuckazzz....
[Chorus] If you got money, everybody wants some If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some When a nigga get right, everybody wants some If you got money, everybody wants some If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some When a nigga get right, everybody wants some If you got money, everybody wants some If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some When a nigga get right, everybody wants some Muthafuckaz........ Faggot ass niggaz always want some when A nigga get some Get yo own u bastardz My clique gon forever shine for Nine-Nine Past three like the year, want it? Get it nigga.
