Memphis Bleek

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

Chorus 2x

[Chorus]
Memph Bleek is... (murda)
Memph Bleek is...(drugs)
Memph Bleek is...(money)
Memph Bleek is...(money holda, shot caller, blunt smoka, hot roller)
Memph Bleek is... (murda)
Memph Bleek is...(drugs)
Memph Bleek is...(money)
Memph Bleek is...(money)
Memph Bleek is...(drugs)
Memph Bleek is...(money holda, shot caller, blunt smoka, hot roller)

[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]

[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

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

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>[Chorus]</i>

I love, love that thing you do
And I, I can't get my eyes, my mind off you
I'm infatuated
And your my baby, and you complete me
Your number, I'll call, and maybe we can hook up later
And keep it gangster

My design one of a kind, yeah I'm on my grind
Got a shorty that still trip, but I ain't lost my mind
I just party and bullshit, my attitude, I'm good ma
They say I'm hood rich because I drive big cars
Getting guac
Middle finger to cops
They say when you meet the one, all the thug should stop
I met this shorty the other morning, on my way in y'all
She was bad, I didn't call, I'm a day in y'all
But, that's the rules, we don't make em, we don't break em
I don't sweat em, I forget em and find a way to shack em
But, I put a holla to her, I spit some lava at her
She from the burbs, I'm from the jecks, trust that don't matter
She into books too, I'm off the books for the things I do
But that's between me and you
And I don't really full tag it a lot, I'm in the wagon a lot
With different dimes on the passenger side
I'm like

I love, love that thing you do
And I, I can't get my eyes, my mind off you
I'm infatuated
And your my baby, and you complete me
Your number, I'll call, and maybe we can hook up later
And keep it gangster

Everyday I'm on my mind, but my minds on you (on you)
All the time (all the time)
And I scoop you like a solja' would
I'm in the woods, top down, like I don't got a hood
They say opposites attract, and it's true
Cause girl I'm from the gutter, where the bundles will move
And you, is from where its cool and quiet at night
And ain't no young'ns supplying the white, right
But that's a different story, lets get back to the night
And you've got a body, I can handle it right?, right
And I know you heard about me, beyond the rumors about me
I'm the fliest a little youngin' could be, be
And you'll see with us together, its money, diamonds, whatever
Little momma is you riding with me?, me
And I love the thing you do, so baby girl never change
And forever we can do that thing
Cause

I love, love that thing you do
And I, I can't get my eyes, my mind off you
I'm infatuated
And your my baby, and you complete me
Give me your number I'm gonna call you lady
And maybe we can hook up later
And keep it gangster

Now you know my stees'
Cause I ain't gotta smooth that to do that thing
And it only took a night to get it right, grip it right, hit it right
Figure out that you a rider for life, down for whatever
We go through it together
You know the boys style, way beyond all the regular
I need a switch, like a fein need a fix
Every g, need a down ass chick, to click
That's sick

I love, love that thing you do
And I, I can't get my eyes, my mind off you
I'm infatuated
And your my baby, and you complete me
Your number, I'll call, and maybe we can hook up later
And keep it gangster

I love, love that thing you do
And I, I can't get my eyes, my mind off you
I'm infatuated
And your my baby, and you complete me
Your number, I'll call, and maybe we can hook up later
And keep it gangster

<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!

[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

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