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from Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt (1996)
Yeah... Come experience... life as we know it
As some of you should know it, yeah, yeah Place, Marcy, Brooklyn Actions... well, y'all know the actions Uhh, I got this shorty on my block always clockin my rocks He likes the style and profile I think he wanna mock He likes the way I walk, he sees my money talkin to honies hawkin I'm the hottest nigga in New York and I see his hunger pains, I know his blood boils He wanna, run with me, I know this kid'll be loyal I watched him make a few ends, to cop his little sneakers and gear then it's just enough for re-up again I see myself in his eyes, I moved from Levi's to Guess to Versace, now it's diamonds like Liberace That's just the natural cycle, nobody wanna be like Michael where I'm from, just them niggaz who bounce from a gun We out here trying to make hard white into cohhhhld green I can help shorty blow out like Afro-Sheen Plus I can relive my days of youth which is gone That little nigga's peeps, it's time to put him on *It's time to come up (and hold my own weight, defend my crown) Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand my ground) It's time to come up (stick up my chest, and make some loot) Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand on my own two) I'm out here slingin bringin the drama, tryin to come up in the game and add a couple of dollar signs to my name I'm out here servin disturbin the peace, life could be better like my man reclined in plush leather seats He's sellin weight, I'm sellin eight... balls sixteen tryin to graduate to pushin quarters y'all I ain't gon' sweat him I'ma let him come to me If he give me the nod then these niggaz gon' see I'm tired of bein out here round the clock and breakin day, and chasin crackers up the block for my pay I'm stayin fresh, so chickens check I'm tryin to step up to the next level, pushin Vettes to the Jets Diamonds reflect from the sun, directly in your equilibirum and stunned I'm waitin for my day to come I got the urge, to splurge, I don't wanna lifetime sentence just give me the word *Repeat Hey fella I been watchin you clockin Who me holdin down this block it ain't nothin You the man nigga now stop frontin Hahahh I like your style Nah, I like YO' style Let's drive around awhile Cool nigga Here's a thou' A G? I ride witchu for free I want the longterm riches and bitches Have it all; now listen to me You let them other niggaz get the name, skip the fame Ten thou' or a hundred G keep yo' shit the same On the low? Yeah, the only way to blow You let your shit bubble quietly AND THEN YOU BLOW! Hey keep your cool The only way to peep a fool is let him show his hand Then you play your cards Then he through dealin I understand Don't blow your dough on hotties The only thing I got in this world is my word and my nuts and won't break em for nobody! Hah, I like resume, pick a day, you can start From now until death do us part... *Repeat (x2) |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 2 Hard Knock Life (1998)
Sorry boys..
but all the money in the world couldn't bring me back again Lay down, lay down Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce Funeral Home on Marcy All those new niggaz stop there but a lot later than a whole gang of people thought The last of the real hustlers, well maybe not the last Bleek's gonna be a good rapper New, IMPROVED Jay-Z I quit I'm retirin Ain't enough money in THIS game, to keep me around Sorry Big, I tried Honest Can't go with me on this ride though I'm callin the shots The bar's closing Where we going to for breakfast? Roc-a-Fella y'all OKAY, I'M RELOADED! "Bringin the drama" "Tryin to come up in the game" "Marcy" "Had a couple of dollar signs to my name" "Roc-a-Fella y'all" "One of the best!" "Waitin for my day to come" "Just give me the word" [Memphis Bleek] Nah this ain't Jigga it's your lil nigga Bleek Reportin to these motherfuckers live from the street Game I peeped those, my mind so advanced At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter clothes Peep the steez, I represent for all those with 28 grams, on a come-up tryin to creep the keys Large niggaz told me park the car, keep the keys Find a hoodrat and creep to Mickey D's First gun two bullets, niggaz know I do pull it Niggaz tryin to kill me dog, who wouldn't? Screw Gooden, I pitch in the PJ's Lit off the EJ, I split Dutchies with my ring finger You find a bitch that don't be cream, bring her Last seen with Bing, he got dropped between us Shit is constant, that's why I pack the Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense who wants it? I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my wall Man I'm tryin to come up on y'all Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in these streets from sundown to sunup on y'all Mama said keep bullshittin they'll kill you dead One week of this hustlin brought a living room set Went to ? D's, niggaz mad, veins out Copped the Jordan's, two weeks before they came out Flashy, fly little nigga Nosy bitch from the third floor like "Why little nigga?" Bitch please, twist the trees Took a long pull, like bitch to breathe That's my answer, life's like cancer And I'm serious "Waitin for my day to come" "Just give me the word" |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 2 Hard Knock Life (1998)
[Jay-Z]
Uh-huh uh yeah, gi-gi-geyeah Time to come up, hold my own weight, defend my crown Gots to lock it down and when they rush -- part two [Bleek] Cocaine whiter now [Jay-Z] Operation is sweet [Bleek] Whole game tighter now [Jay-Z] Movin a brick a week [Bleek] Plus a nigga price is down [Jay-Z] We them niggaz to see [Bleek] Time to start the arisin now [Jay-Z] I don't know what's wrong with Bleek [Jay-Z] It seems, I'm like Keenan, pickin up on the vibe that he ain't too happy, I could just see it in his eyes I don't know if it's the chicks or how we dividin the loot Time to pay his ass a visit 'fore he decide to get cute Jumped out like a star with the flavest car Matchin the gator shirt, softer than my next door neighbors These young niggaz think I fell out the loop cause the last time they seen me hoppin, out the Coupe I hopped out in a suit [Memphis Bleek] Look at this nigga Jay frontin tryin to take my shine I didn't say this verbally, just had some shit on my mind Plus I'm puffin like an ounce, more than I used to puff Takin advice from these niggaz but they ain't used to stuff They had me thinkin, "Shit, I'm the one that moved the stuff while he drive around town in brand new Coupe's and stufF" Swear to God, they had me practically hatin his guts As he approached I spoke, "Jigga whattup?" Chorus: Memphis Bleek I done came up (uhh) put my life on the line (uhh) Soaked the game up (yeah) now it's my time to shine Time to change up (what?) no more second in line Nine-eight, these streets is mine (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh) [Jay-Z] Look at that fake smile he just gave me, it's breakin my heart Should I school him or pull the tools out and just break him apart I felt his hatred it was harsh, 'fore this fakin shit start I should take him in back of the building and blaze him [Memphis Bleek] Uh-oh, this nigga Jay he ain't slow, he musta picked up on the vibe and had I, not been so high I woulda been able to hide Tried to cover up myself, as I gave him a five Hugged him, as if I loved him [Jay-Z] To the naked eye It woulda seemed we was the closest, but to those that know us could see that somethin was about to go down [Memphis Bleek] Stay focused I'm tryin to concentrate, but it's like he's reading my mind As if he can see through this fog and all this weed in my mind Could he see I had plans on, bein the man Ever since we first spoke and he put that G in my hand And I gave it back to show him, I was down for the cause As he approached ("Whattup Bleek?") and I paused.. Chorus: Memphis Bleek, Jay-Z I done came up (uhh) put my life on the line (uhh) Soaked the game up (yeah) now it's my time to shine Time to change up (what?) no more second in line Nine-eight, these streets is mine Yeah, you done came up (uhh) put your life on the line (uhh) Soaked the game up (yeah) now it's yo' time to shine Time to change up, no more second in line [Bleek] Nine-eight, these streets is mine [Jay-Z] Right, yo we wild out in Vegas, styled on haters Mouthed off at the cops, outta cranberry drops Copped whips the same color, we tighter than brothers with different fathers but same mothers, this life don't love us So til death do us, I'm never breakin my bond Nigga we Lex movers, V-12 pushers [Memphis Bleek] As I stand One leg of my pants up, in a stance like, "And what?" I know these niggaz is feedin' my mind cancer But at times the answer Seems mind-blowin, this weed and Hennesey Got my mind goin, trust me nigga, I'm knowin Chicks used to ignore me, and my aunt sayin I need fifty not sixty-forty [Jay-Z] Oh God, don't let him control y'all Your gun is my gun, your clip is my clip baby [Memphis Bleek] Your fun is my fun (uh-huh) your bitch is my bitch Any nigga tryin to harm Jay I'm feelin for you I ain't only touchin you, I'm killin your crew [Jay-Z] Give it a year, you'll be sittin on a million or two records sold nigga, perfect your roll, geyeah Chorus: Memphis Bleek I done came up (came up) put my life on the line Soaked the game up (game up) now it's my time to shine Time to change up (change up) no more second in line Nine-eight, these streets is mine (what, geyeah geyeah) I done came up (came up) put my life on the line Soaked the game up (game up) now it's my time to shine Time to change up (change up) no more second in line Nine-eight, these streets is mine [Jay-Z] Yeah, you done came up (uhh) put your life on the line (uhh) Soaked the game up (yeah) now it's yo' time to shine Time to change up, no more second in line Yeah, yeah Coming of Age Two, brand new |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 2 Hard Knock Life (1998)
Jay-Z:
Bounce if you wanna bounce, ball if you wanna ball Play if you wanna play, floss if you wanna floss It's Alright, you heard?, It's Alright, Holla back Get ill if you wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke Kill if you wanna kill, loc if you wanna loc It's Alright, you heard? It's Alright, yeah yeah I need a ho in my life to blow on my dice So we can make our points twice and skate out a town I need that glow in my ice, E-Class Ladies screamin Jigga you know we ease that, flowin out like Jees-ass Jay-Z and me holdin the mic so when you like you find MC's so impolite And me I'm so into nice, got cats on the corner like Don't me and Jigga be flowin alike? Nah, Not in your life ain't nobody copin like Mr. Jay-Z, shit you're crazy I'm hot like the six maybe, Deep dish with the great seats I flow greater than you're navigator I drop in you're town, block you're data Pimps all comin through with a hot pair of gators And a crew with rocks the size of craters Can't touch like hot potatoes, Ya Heard? Bounce if you wanna bounce, ball if you wanna ball Play if you wanna play, floss if you wanna floss It's Alright, you heard?, It's Alright, Holla back Get ill if you wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke Kill if you wanna kill, loc if you wanna loc It's Alright, you heard? It's Alright, Holla back Memphis Bleek: In the middle of a war rockin a vest Who's the illest shorty alive, I confess I take nine to the chest and I swear to the heaven sky's, I bless The mics until the day I rest, till they can feel what I feel I'ma try my best, and if you real like I real you can provide the rest Anything left out, you can blame it on the brain, not the heart I'm playing my part, stretched out, just about the best out Any nigga realer than me, is in a messhall with their chest out Any rapper with less clout, sell more records than me We extort them as soon as they record 'em, Bleek My name is clear, back when a shorty used to braid my hair On the project stairs, Once I drop to a ceaser Ma I don't need ya >From the block to the hot two-seaters Jay-Z: Bounce if you wanna bounce, ball if you wanna ball Play if you wanna play, floss if you wanna floss It's Alright, you heard?, It's Alright, Holla back Get ill if you wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke Kill if you wanna kill, loc if you wanna loc It's Alright, you heard? It's Alright, Check On the two Jew-el's I blew more money than Latrell, who else? They don't know you, think they know you too well, you jell Like Flubber I hover above the city in a private jet, the livest set Press you're brakes, Feds wanna investigate, Mr. I don't cop nothin Less than eight, and anything involved with my name Regardless of the fame It's hard, I can't even walk through Harlem again, Charge it to the game, I'm platinum like American Express My boy died, and all I did was inherit his stress To make every jam tougher, you ain't my man fuck ya I suggest let you live right? Negative, I swear It's dough or die, I hope your soul provides you with an afterlife Close you're casket tight Take you're last two deep breaths and pass the mic To Jay-Z nigga, That's Right!! Bounce if you wanna bounce, ball if you wanna ball Play if you wanna play, floss if you wanna floss It's Alright, you heard?, It's Alright, Holla back Get ill if you wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke Kill if you wanna kill, loc if you wanna loc It's Alright, you heard? It's Alright |
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from Memphis Bleek - The Understanding (2000)
Yea.. serious shit..
Aiyyo, this time it's for my family, we ride or die It's in the blood til the death, now aim for the sky My fo' blow for sure, for dough, for own land.. It's money, drugs, and hot slugs It's money, drugs, and hot slugs [Street Scholar] It's money, drugs, and hot slugs [R O C] It's money, drugs, and hot slugs Niggas said I can't do it Funny I done it The album is here, now who the fuck want it? I let niggas eat now I'm here to collect I admit they tried, but they ain't rep correct Now the dinner table's set and it's my time to eat Don't even wipe your mouth, get up, be out! Don't let the cars fool you, or the jewelry blind you My life's the realest nigga, I should write me a novel This for them broads that'll hold me down And my niggas on the Internet that download my style And my dog in line in at chow Just bangin with his walkman playin me loud And the nigga with that plate Choppin them grams, him and his man Listening to music that they understand And that white boy goin to college He don't know about the ghetto but know how to hold metal Them white boys, they'll shoot shit up They can listen to this shit, I don't give two fucks But back to it, sippin on that Cognac fluid In the Porsche, burnin the conduit This is ride music, get high music That M dot, hot supply music That's the answer, life's like cancer I thought I told y'all niggas I'm serious! It's money, drugs, and hot slugs, you know Bleek |
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from Memphis Bleek - The Understanding (2000)
Turn that motherfucker louder
It's the Roc in this motherfucker.. bi-otch! Oh yeah, bounce, uh uh bounce Yeah, yeah bounce, come on Oh come on bounce, come on *Do my ladies run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, come on) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, come on) **Do my ladies run it, fat asses and flat stomachs Throw a hand in the air if it's the year of the woman Or my dogs run it, let 'em know that you still gunnin Throw a drink in the air let 'em know you still thuggin Yo I come through, few of my man's, scoop you and your friends You, you, and you with the Timbs In tight jeans, Chinese eyes, Indian hair Black girl ass, let me pour you a glass of Belvi Tell me all about your past Let me console your soul while I palm your ass And your man did what? He ain't give you? He cheated with her, I can't diss duke I tell you this though, get with this dude I'll teach you about dough, and show you what this do (It's a secret society, all we ask is trust) But I don't freeze wristes, I just skeeze bitches Break up happy homes, just sieze misses You'll never get her back, once you get a yap How you love that? .. How you love that? *Repeat **Repeat Ay yo back woods rollin, rap you can't hold 'em ROC gear matchin, crusin through Manhattan Bleek is chillin, Murda is chillin What more can I say? We still killin em Bags we still dealin em, four wheels, we wheelin them Chicks like I'm feelin him - yeah ma, okay Black jeans and Timberlands give em adrenaline rush Ladies know the difference between them niggas and us We the R-O-C, and we don't stop They don't make a gun that we don't pop Matter fact they don't make a car that we don't drop Thought you knew they don't make jewels that we don't cop What you knew? You actin' like the ROC ain't hot Or the car that I cop ain't missin' a top And even if they don't make drops that kind I tear da roof off like I'm Busta Rhymes motherfucker *Repeat Come on, come on **Repeat Do my ladies run this motherfucker? (Okay) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? (Uh-huh, okay, uh-huh) Come on, come on It's the R-O-C, we don't stop It's the R-O-C, we don't stop It's the R-O-C, we don't stop Uh Memp Bleek, The Understanding niggas Get your mind right, ha-ha |
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from Memphis Bleek - The Understanding (2000)
All my fans askin' me and shit
"Yo Bleek what you be doing on your spare time and shit?" This what I do man (nigga) Check how I do (yo) Yo *I gets high (high) Rollin' down the I-95 Ma' don't ask why I love gettin' high While I drive I can't lie (I can't lie) I puff lye (I puff lye) While I drive down the I-95 *Repeat I put this key in the ignition Start my V Take the clip out the ashtray Spark my trees You know that haze weed Backwood roll tight Belvedere cranberry juice mix light Under 30% tint ridin' bent Doin' a quarter Smokin' on what grow under water My life in order You know I got a pocket fulla sticky The whole BK, light a blunt up for Biggie And smokeout I gives a fuck if you got a skateboard Or that new XO out You blow the row out And holla I'mma survive or die I'mma ride cuz they never take a nigga alive I gets high Rollin' down the I-95 Starrin' through the rearview From all the shit I survived And as I ride by I just tilt my hat Put the car on cruise and roll up another sack *Repeat (x2) You catch Bleek rollin' hay When I'm down in the Bay Hey it don't stop I light a blunt up for 'Pac Pop my colla Take another sip of that vodka Hit three wheel motion Locin' in the Impala On them fifty spoke With two pounds to smoke And the weed come clean No sticks no seed Straight bud And keep the car weed scented Mami be like Bleek We can't, breathe in it Mami keep cool Let me remove the roof Take a sip of that Bel've And remove your shoes But ch'ya Recline baby Smoke good lime baby This the real green Out the High Times baby We sittin' on dubs Know what that like? Twist enough bud Mami get your mind right *Repeat (x2) I gets high Holla at the I-95 Holla at the bar Yeah, uh huh I can't lie (lie) Holla at the bar I puff lye (lye) When I drive down the I-95 (5) G'yeah niggas Y'all know Holla at me (understand this now, we out, One) Smoke one with cha dawg |
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from Memphis Bleek - The Understanding (2000)
Ge-geah, R.O.C. Yeah yeah
Ge-geah.. yeah, geah G-yo, g-yo Aiyyo I'm back wit it, still tote the gat wit it Still got it locked, I sold some crack wit it Who could fuck wit it? Not a soul, I'm out of control The fo'-fo' blow out of control Blow yo' mind outta that hole.. .. M.E.M. get a broad out of her home, out of her clothes Into the Benz, get her into sippin the gin Twistin the lye, get her into pushin the 5 Then we fly out of the state.. let shots out of the 8 They go in and out of your face You want spend? I take 10 out of the safe You want drink? Take a bottle, out of the case Then we.. get into somethin, get into touchin Get into fuckin - mami, no frontin Shit, I got cake (geah) I got weight (geah) Shit you wanna chill, mama, pick a state (let's go) *Let's get high - first class seat on me We get low - hotel fee on me Let's get high - lay back, roll up weed We get low - Bel've on the rocks, apple martini *Repeat I'm in the S-5, all black, no tint with a nice dime - all ass, no tits Still, rippin the glock (Bleek) playin the block Fuckin with mine - M.E.M., gettin it hot Gettin it popped, gettin it jumped, gettin it crunk And you don't wanna get slump duke, get in the trunk Got a pound of that green, to get in New York Get it through customs; Bleek ain't tryin to get caught but get this - the fifth will get you support Not that help - that life situation get short Gettin with ma, Bleek still gettin her high End up, gettin her somethin she ain't get in her life She fuckin with them real niggaz who get low, who get dough who got cake - baby, but get mo' And I get hoes, but yo' bitch, I got The same jewels, I got rid of you not (let's go) *Repeat (x2) Let's get high.. we get low.. (x4) |
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from Memphis Bleek - The Understanding (2000)
You bout to witness somethin like no other
The sky gon' get dark, streets gon' clutter Weak-ass niggaz out there gon' suffer Vets gon' quit, it's gettin hectic (uhh) The shit got deep - right about the time when the year skipped a beat, that's when my shit hit the street Shit gon' shake up, squads gon' break up Coats gon' get pulled, niggaz gon' wake up Everybody want see a chance to eat and chance the streets, you know they gon' 'vance police Like the time they shackled me from hands to feet cause I gave the jail system, a chance to speak You know the cops wanna trap me up, the block wanna clap me up It won't stop 'til they wrap me up (E'rything signed and sealed nigga) Gat be tucked, heat gon' back me up R.O.C. - Bleek come on nigga, back me up {*beat changes*} Yeah.. yo.. Aiyyo Memph the young God, boss of this game Got my part locked, I does my thang Don't mistake me, I tote them thangs Glock fo' pop off, knocks off thangs Whole squad here, you know my click Petit nice thing, you know my bitch Wide body truck, you know my whip Cop that rock that pop that shit y'all niggaz, talk about, ain't really got Me, I think dog, you not really hot The hood I be, I stay in the drop My hood, yo' hood, I'll lock any block East to West Coast, Chi-Town baby I come through, it's my town baby A.T.L., I yell "Whattup my baby?" Hit that, get that, bye bye baby! {*beat changes*} Uh-huh uhh.. Guess who? Young Hov' Bout to tear this motherfucker DOWN! Holla at me! It goes.. uhh Jigga Man huh, it goes.. Nah! Y'all niggaz ain't gon' have me rappin on the bullshit man I.. I need some real music So when we count to three and shit Ya gonna drop some real shit One, two, three - let's go! |
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from Memphis Bleek - The Understanding (2000)
Remix.. I'm sorry I ain't
I ain't get right back at'cha niggas I've been a little busy with this dynasy shit But uh got my mind right, money been right I'm ready for war Young Hovah, holla yeah I got the fifth niggas You have to pick niggas off of the ground When I pick niggas off with tha pound Go get your click nigga This nigga running with clowns I'm a rich nigga I get you clipped at cost right now Niggas forget niggas as soon as your coffen off in the ground Family man, look at your kids orphans now Used to just smack rappers I'm extorting them now Taking all that's important to them now down to your bitch Nigga you sick fronting like you tougher than what you are Till the gun is coming thru the drivers side of your car Using my name in vein like I won't damage the boy You think niggas was shooting you out of canons before (I'm that nigga) Niggas is pompous, first they in Evil Kanevil jumpers Than they turning over Rovers like they want it with Hovah It's not about rich and po', nigga, it's about Richard Poe Understand I'm here to get this dough It ain't about Brooklyn or Harlem No more them it's about fame or stardom It's about me being on blocks you borrowed from I'm setting myself apart from rappers who use other peoples names So other motherfuckers can watch 'em It's as sample as this - y'all niggas get off my dick I'll let you eat after I get off my bricks The world's most dangerous clique; R.O.C. - mind right bitch *I got my mind right, money right (yeah) Ready for war (uh-huh) Nigga, we ready for y'all I got my mind right, money right (yeah) Ready for wa (uh-huh) Nigga betta study your forms *Repeat If there's wars with my dogs, it's war with H Act pumped and get left with a sawed off face Respect carter, respect the R.O.C or respect the shots Or respect the shots 21 thrown out the heckle or cock The Co'd's no respect for the cops Even if the park right next To the spot we setting up shop I got my mind and my cash right, a bad wife Gripping a bag tight while yall living a mad life I chase down niggas, shake down niggas Head back to the honeycomb to break down figures I love 38's but the trey pounds bigger Throw in the bank, trucks the size of tanks now nigga I don't rap for pleasure I rap for chedder Guns clap for treasure straight like that forever H, Bleek & Jay on a track together It's a wrap for y'all dog We ready for war *Repeat (x2) I keep the gun tucked nigga Which one of you tough Which one of think you can go around with the pump My clique for real I ain't gotta talk no more One in the leg, bet he won't walk no more Ladies love me, why? Cuz I give em backshots Niggas wanna throw slugs but I bust back shots It ain't even about trying to diss these niggas It's about these niggas ain't built for these niggas The R.O. yeah we simply street You niggas cotton candy you simply sweet I let the fifth spit without the red dot I point and pop, pop, pop and drop I got my mind right, money right ready for war For that doe Bleek bustin that for This how real we get deep in the streets kid The R.O.C. exclusive remix motherfucker I got my mind right, money right And it's not right here Who want a war? Nigga I'm right here Get mind right, your money light Don't make me come out there Snatch your whore and get it done right there Little niggas ain't ready for war Better get ready for bed Buck shot land at your head Buck shots right at your head Sit you niggas in a permanent chair Give you niggas permanent stares Shut down the party with the cut down shotti Make doctor, cut down your body Keep a hammer fuck a strong arm robbery I blast I push the gas on the road part Johnny I'm fast stay on the road so the law can't find me In some quiet town tying it down That's right Mac still supplying it now By the pounds, stop trying it now I got my mind right nigga |
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from Memphis Bleek - The Understanding (2000)
Yeah Sup wit' these lame-ass niggas, man?
I'm tellin' you Niggas keep runnin' to this rap shit You kna' mean? Like y'all built like that Ya'll niggas betta pick up a basketball, or somethin' Ya'll niggas ain't ready for this shit If a nigga know the Memph I ain't the type to front I'll put any gun to you What type you want? Supply any drug for you What high you want? Bag any chick for you Nicer slut Yeah, I push hot fees My niggas got cheese You run around frontin' Like you niggas got keys You never flipped burgers Your krew, I ain't heard of Matter of fact, I'll murder ya I heard you niggas spit shit But it's indirect Say my name And see where I end this tech I got a lot of love for this But dawg, I'm real When it's beef, it's beef When it's rap, it's real Nuttin' between Alot of frontin' I seen I done analyzed this game It's nuttin' but schemes New ways to sell records I aim for it Put it out if it's hot Not, Just ignore it *We them hustlers And that's who ya'll know We get low, get dough Flip gold for sho' We them gangstas That's who we be We got cheese Pop three for R-O-C *Repeat Yo, yo This is my ghetto I eat, sleep, breathe here To tell the truth, dawg None of us gon' leave here We die young, go to jail for murder 1 On a come-up, nigga And that's where I'm from I done learned from that Puff and that Lopez shit I ain't runnin' in no club on some loco shit I'mma catch you when you sit Put 4 in yo whip Catch your girl in the club Put nut in your bitch Niggas wanna see the Memph go and lose his cool Go and use his tool Nigga, use the fool You could bootleg my shit I want me a chunk, deuce I'm not a chump, I'll leave you slumped in the trunk What part of that you don't understand? Or ain't hear? Misinterpurate? Dawg, I put WORK in I got a name, and my shit sound phenomenol Still keep them thangs Next to the abdomenol *Repeat (x2) Uh, uh, uh Yeah Before these rhymes I was bustin' these nines Before these raps I was bustin' my gat Before the vocal groups I spoke with the truth Why do catz wanna muffle my speech? Imagine my raps If I wasn't in touch with the street On the block, deep Wit my peeps touchin' the heat I'm used to crack, now i'm slingin' raps Huster wit beats You niggas is lame You catz can't touch what I reach And quiet as kept You niggas can't hush what I speech My story's too deep Life real, clear as the streets See my iced grill, hear my voice clear when you sleep You niggas know me The cat who be tearin' these streets AIN'T NOTHIN' CHANGED But my name when I appeared on these beats It's Bien Mac Sigel was the name that they gave me The streets that is I'm tryin' to teach that, kids Cause some niggas don't know that they be clowns Ay yo, the sun don't go down WE GO ROUND *Repeat (x3) Nigga! |
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from Memphis Bleek - The Understanding (2000)
I swear to God I'm addressin all types of shit
Tote big guns, with all types of clips See those cars I be in, all types of whips All those whores I got, all types of chicks See those sneaks I rock, all types of kicks In the double xl, in all types of flicks On my two way pager, typin' shit I made alot of records, all type of hits I was told to get dough, all types of chips Flip weed, coke, dough, all types of bricks I've been overseas, on all types of trips My coke come on a boat, all types of ships Catch me on La Cienega, S type and shit The new CL, type s and shit And I bust guns at all types of clicks Took four and made all types of flips, motherfucker *We got the S class, the Cadillac, and excel We blowin up y'all, we got all types of V's We got the chocolate, Hawaiian skunk, and purple haze Roll it up y'all, we got all types of trees We got the 4-4, the glock nine, and bright ghost We throw it up y'all, we got all types of guns We got the pesos, the dolla bills, the yen and mar Throw it up y'all, we got all types of ones Fuckin wit these records, I made all types of deals Fuckin wit these wild dudes, i tote all types of steel Fuckin wit these streets, Im in all types of beef And now, that I'm on, i got all types of creeps Movie stars, chickenheads, all types of freaks Hydro, chocolate, all types of trees Bentleys, widebodies, all types of v's Yamaha's, snowmobiles, all types of skis Know Bleek done it all, all types of things Know the squad rock ice, all types of bling And I learnt from the best, all types of vets You know I throw it up, on all types of sets And you know I hear it all, all types of hate But Bleek benchpress all types of weight When my shit drop, I'm gonna get all types of scans And rap the logo on all types of vans, motherfucker *Repeat (x2) Yea man, it's Young Hova Coolin out, young Memph Bleek, you know? Wha ya niggaz need man?, whacha do, wha ya 'vice man? You smoke, drink, do dope man, got dat shit man Wha'cha hoes wanna see us in, suv's, coupes, drops? We got all dat shit man Wha'cha like man, wha'cha u wanna see us in, five, ten bedrooms? We sleep in twenty, we sleep in twenty, man Wha'cha need, movie theaters, duplexes, triplexes, we got that man Wha'cha wanna see us in, rocawear furs, holla man Ma, what you wanna see us in? yo, you know what I need to see u in I need to see you in some briefs *music stops* Briefs!? *singing* No we don't do that..hahaha....holla! |
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from Memphis Bleek - The Understanding (2000)
Yeah motherfuckers That's what y'all want right
That ol' gangsta, that ol' gangsta Check it out now yo, yo All I need, bomb ass freak nigga Hold me down nigga Hold my heat shit Stash a brick, blast the clip Gangsta shit, yo I need me a straight down girl, get down girl One to hold me down, one I can count on I'll even teacher how to load the glocks Sophisticated school girl Be on my block Rocking braclets, anklets the basics Petite nice body, skin and face sick One I could shop with Go uptown and cop with She not a thug girl but my down chick She know how to roll the weed but don't smoke She know how to cook the coke and bag dope Screen my calls Flip on me when im wrong Talk shit thru the night Throw it on me on the morning She like it from the back With my fingers in her hair I love it in any position Ma I don't care She like when I shine up them jewels that blind her And drive by the projects while a nigger hollar *I let her drive the V She's my pretty young thing I let her ride with me She's my pretty young thing Rap or robbery My pretty young thing She's my gangsta bitch I let her drive the V She's my pretty young thing I let her ride with me She's my pretty young thing Rap or robbery She's my pretty young thing She's my down ass bitch Yo you know how I do Dillinger duece duece One in the sleeve one in the construction boots My shorty, tote two, that's what she do One in her purse and one in her Gucci goose I keep her Prada down Bitches wanna hollar now She back out the step When yo niggers crowd around That뭩 my road dog And you know I unload for her She hold me down anytime I call for her Like at the time when I crashed the Jag She brought the Yukon 2000 black Through a screen and a DVD Twenites on the truck that'll piss you off In return I sent her on a tour thru Sacks With tengrand shoping spree to get back I brought her a five that look nice when she drive Put a glock on the dash Watch the stash nigga *Repeat Ay yo I ride for my lady Die for my lady Hold my 380 baby This what the game made me Im뭓 hustler, love it or not I be thuggin, huggin the block Glock bustin running from cops Uh I'm right beside Pull the gat out of my Pr-ada purse Clock 'em, clock 'em That's gotta hurt I'm your down bitch, your accomplice Ride for you baby and that's a promise I got your back nigga I'm the one you trust to count on your stacks nigga Cook your cracks nigga I park the pinsky right off the pounds Let off hollow rounds if shit goes down I'm with the robberies, holdin' banks up This pretty young thing gonna keep it gangsta what? Uh-huh yeah Amil-lion wha-what? Amil-lion, Memph man what? uh *Repeat (change 4th line with 8th line) Ride with me my pretty young thing Let her my pretty young thing Let her my pretty young thing My down ass bitch |
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from Memphis Bleek - The Understanding (2000)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, huh Yeah, yeah, yeah Y'all ain't ready for this shit Y'all ain't ready Yeah, yeah, yeah Let's go, yo You ho's know I stay jig ROC wear sweat suits Type to pull up on your block 2G benz coupe and you know I ain't even got to spit no game I just show you the chain Then I'm getting some brain Hit it left, right, left Like I'm bouncing with drama Just light up a light Put that glow on the arm I let you sip Don If the Cris' too strong Once the bitch drunk Then she showing that thong As we proceed Got her rolling the weed Hydro eyes low on our way to the p's Ya'll know I go I be nervy than deez Niggas who scheme Niggas who be trying to get Bleek So you know I keep the heat I be ready to creep Nine low, bright though Get a quick thirteen Violate you'll see You can die this week Motherfucker I don't play I get this cream, jigga *Bounce bitch Let's get it poppin' You fucking with this thug Who love to go shopping Love to cop jewels to light up my crew So bitch act right You could light up to, but Bounce bitch Let's get it poppin You fucking with this thug Who know when they're watching You know I aint frontin' Show me something Bitch, you act right I might buy you you something Ayo you know the wife She the type you aint seen duke She love a thug When he dressed in them jean suits Wifebeaters With that ice that bling duke She know the Memph Get deep in her spleen duke I keep her jig Cause I send her through Nine West Your bitch bad but I keep mine dressed nigga Gucci shoes, Fendi bags and shit Princess cut's briggets all that classy shit And you know next step Now she giving me head 6a.m fuck it we could do it again And I'm a Juvenile bitch So back that ass up You drink, I'ma Cognac your ass up What's your life like I'm about my ends so get your peeps, I got a couple of friends And I'ma tear it up shit Smoke an ounce and I'm gone If the cat tight Fuck it Memph leaving tomorrow *Repeat |
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from Memphis Bleek - The Understanding (2000)
This for my thug, thug Drug, drug
And guns, guns Come on, come on Come on, it's the ROC nigga Yo, yo Ayo niggas wanna hate me cause I run thugs Show no love and my guns bust And I got your bitch on my nuts and I push two trucks You niggas out here gone do what? Nothing but talk about it You niggas ain't bout it, bout it You see Bleek J-I-G from the hat to sneaks Dem them jordans but what's important You niggers scheming I told y'all, I got my mind right And my money right I brought a new tech and believe my shit air right The game nigga love it, leave it It ain't gone change nigga From my hood to your hood This shit the same nigga You see me hopping out Coping that Bel Dee I ride for my family Fuck could you tell me Its ROC La Familia No one down with us No one ride with us No one side with us We came gunning Busting fuck it, it aint nothing I got mine now get yours And nigga stop frontin' *Still these niggers hate me But I sit back and laugh I got cash, I play the back And I be counting my math And they will never play me I got guns, I got ones, I got sons I got niggas who could get that done *Repeat Yo, ayo I get's it crunk with that pump Or letting that pistol blow Niggas hate but I'm sticking this dick down they bitches throat I hear them saying He only sold half a mill You know what I'm saying nigga I spend half your deal So go ahead with that dumb shit I push tinted SUV Which is one bitch With that fifth in just one clip My fans asking me bleek, you dissing squads? Ma im dissing everyone And everyone feel they involve Who ever hating Contemplating about my situations Wanna know my moves Wanna find out if a nigga station Wanna know the cod's Wanna know if I get low my company Do I got chrome Nigger don't compare me to Jay-Z I pop my collar, hollar All about the drama blowing scama Pockets stay filled with that good marijuana But you lames hating Cause I'm in the lake on them daytons Taking pictures, hitting switches Pulling over bad bitches I'm laying right My dogs stay they eating right Guns looking right And dog I bust them right For that brick For that check For that coke For that flow Dog I let's them go Set up shop and blow *Repeat (x2) |
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from Memphis Bleek - The Understanding (2000)
Yeah (oh), yo (oh)
Ay yo, you niggas know the Memph stay high and shit Eleven hundred on Sunset burn the strip Tryna choose which freak can drive the whip You know the five double oh You know how it go You know all the hoes be bad to the toes Pose centerfolds, smoke in the gold You know how I be, drop Z3 Meet one freak, Bleek two heats Nigga that's the rules, get at you dudes Niggas see my feet be like look at them shoes Straights dubs, hoes wanna fuck Before they get a nut, first head in the truck Shit we do 60, cranberry Bentley This what'chu want, ho come and get me You know the move It gotta be right before you push the Z Give me head at the lights *Everyday it's just the same though We just tryna see tomorrow As we try to pay attention to the people we are I'm just trying to have some fun Live my life and own my gun I know I can't live forever Yo, yo she coul push the Plymouth, switch while I'm in it You know how I do, we could fuck for a minute She know that the Memph give a hundred percent She can see the jewels shine from under the tints Might see the fifth reflect from under the tints Or your wife giving head from under the tints You know that the crew wil'in in the turtle top State to state, you know the hoes me and murder got Cause when they see the plat-i-num, that be them In the Range gettin' brains or the drop BM Who you know that can stop these mens? I'm come through in the Cadi, the color of gin Somethin' clear you can see right in Don't mistake the passenger, your wife was in I let her underhand me, give me brain in the Banji While I do a wheely with my hands in her panties nigga *Repeat (x2) Yo check it, uh ay yo Watch the wife, she don't play You seen how she scratched the CLK She hate ma-mas cause they roll shotgun And when they smoke they like to take shotguns And when I fuck I hit like shotguns Violate me, get beat with shotguns I can fight, I know I'm a boxer See Bleek in the hardtop Boxer Down in 'Frisco poppin' my collars Smoke champelly, all black Impalla 3 Wheelin', Hennesey spillin' Fuck the world, that's how Bleek feelin' Cherry red M3, that's me When you be like damn you killin' 'em, that's me You know me, eye-cocked, twin buggy eyes Blue as the watch face The watch stay faced - nigga *Repeat (x2) I'm just trying to make it, whoa, yeah, yeah I'm just tryna do what's right Though the devil tries to tempt me, oh no, oh no, oh no... |
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from Memphis Bleek - The Understanding (2000)
[Jay-Z]
R-o-c Memph bleek Jigga man Missy, twista sho' nuff Yeah, yo Don't get mad at me I don't love 'em I fuck 'em I don't chase 'em I duck 'em I replace 'em with another one You had to see she keep calling me big (and another one!) And my name is jay-z She was all on my dick Gradually I'm taking over your bitch Coming over your shit Got my feet up on you sofas, man I mean a hostess for my open hand You coming home to dishes and empty soda cans I got your bitch up in my rover man I never kiss her, I never hold her hand In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man I'mma pimp her, it's over man When I twist her in the gold sedan Like I'm goldie man, you're bitch chose man Jigga man, iceberg with the frozen hands Wedding bands don't make it rosy man [Chorus: Missy] Oh is that your chick Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh Keep looking in his eyes Oh is that your chick? You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill? Is that your chick? Why she beeping him? Keep praising him? Cause that's bleek and them, trick [Memphis Bleek] Yo check it now, yo, yo Your hoe chose i I ain't gonna lie What I look like turnin' down chocha Drove by, smokin' lye Recognize a pimp, open your eyes Hop in the passenger side of the ride Damn bleek, can't speak Uh-huh, okay, what's up, shut up And close the door Act like you been in the drop top On the open road before Fix your weave, then fix me Ever gave head doing 160? Ever seen a pair of kicks this crispy How you love how the white wife beater fit me M-dot, him hot, them not(that's gangsta) [Chorus: Missy] Oh is that your chick Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh Keep looking in his eyes Oh is that your chick? You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill? Is that your chick? Why she beeping him? Keep praising him? Cause that's bleek and them, trick [Twista] Tha jigga and twista got 'em screaming Like a demon fiending for the semen Chrome gleaming like the dome off keenan Gone while I'm leanin' smoking I'm whip it in the stomach Your bitch on the passenger side of me flashing your money Why you acting so funny? You know she been flirting while your working Behind the curtain knuckles jerking for certain Poppin' that pussy Sweatin' till no fluid is left When I come in the party with j we gonna do it to death You gon' ruin your rep Trippin' while we pimpin' these hefers Playa lectures got me shining like a new gator stepper Must have been mad When your ho put my stuff in the dash Bust in her ass To climax I come up with a nab The game don't stop Legit ballers bending up the block Niggas rushing, coming at us cause of status and props Sucking and fucking, loving it when I put tha dick up inside her Can't help it if she yellin' with a rider [Chorus: Missy] Oh is that your chick Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh Keep looking in his eyes Oh is that your chick? You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill? Is that your chick? Why she beeping him? Keep praising him? Cause that's bleek and them, trick [Jay-Z] Yo, yo Why you home alone, why she out with me? Room 112, hotel balcony How she say jay you can call the house for me? There's no respect at all You betta check her dawg She keep beggin' me to hit it raw So she can have my kids and say it was yours How foul is she? and you wifed her Shit, I put the rubber on tighter Sent her home, when she entered home You hugged her up What the fuck is up? She got you whipped, got your kids Got your home, but that's not your bitch You share that girl, don't let 'em hear daddy earl It'll make 'em sick that his favorite chick Ain't saving it, unfaithful bitch [Chorus: Missy] Oh is that your chick Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh Keep looking in his eyes Oh is that your chick? You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill? Is that your chick? Why she beeping him? Keep praising him? Cause that's bleek and them, trick [Memphis Bleek] Yo how dumb the pimp? I heard he trick Bought a new five, maybe a six Copped that for his new down bitch And I was digging that down since '96 shit Memph man I'll take your bitch Let her do her thing, give brain in the whip And you know how it go when it come to the hoes She can do the same thing to the clique you know Your hoe chose, don't get mad at me Got your wife callin' me daddy Put her out on the street let her get that cheese My bad is that your freak But you know how a thug do When a nigga hit that, it's fuck you Keep it snug, tre deuce in the boot Niggas wanna act, get a motherfuckin' slug too [Chorus: Missy] Oh is that your chick Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh Keep looking in his eyes Oh is that your chick? You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill? Is that your chick? Why she beeping him? Keep praising him? Cause that's bleek and them, trick [Jay-Z] Cool out homie You betta keep her away from my balling clique Keep her out of nightclubs all in the mix From hanging out with chicks who be swallowing dicks From catz who order cris play the floor with the knicks That can only lead to something unfortunate Hot boy like jigga man scorch your bitch Play the floor dot jigga man go first Then we all rock cause we all hot You know the boys from the roc got them whores on lock Got them bitches in the smash Making yours drive fast Cause we get more cash than the average nigga All dem hoes like damn I gotta have this nigga Cause i'mma hot black, how in the hell can you stop that You would fuck mine How the hell can you knock that? I'm just playing the cards choosenly Jigga man who ya supposed to be? [Chorus: Missy] Oh is that your chick Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh Keep looking in his eyes Oh is that your chick? You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill? Is that your chick? Why she beeping him? Keep praising him? Cause that's bleek and them, trick |
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from Memphis Bleek - The Understanding (2000)
In my life (echoes two times)
In my life (echoes two times) *In my life There's been heartache and pain In my life There's been heartache and pain There's been heartache and pain In my life There's been heartache and pain I'm still that regular, cetera cat, from the street Thuggin it, lovin my life as Memph Bleek But I'm stuck with, huggin that block, sellin that D Grew up with, nothin but killas and O.G.'s I'm the product of the ghetto 'til they bag me up With a bail stash in case they snatch me up I'm a soldier in this war and I resemble my pops I ain't nothin like him, that's where this criminal stop I provide for the fam, divide them grams Cook it, make flips, survival plans Bein successful, I had every intent But I went to the high school a playin the bench We live off wit, just like our switch-up strips I was raised by the gun so I switch up clips Gettin my hustle on, tryna switch up kicks I won't change bein thug, I won't switch up shit It's my life nigga *Repeat I've put work in, for me to reach this level To let the world know that I speak for the ghetto I've been through the struggle, downfall and the hurt Puttin the close one, deep in the dirt I lost one a my road dogs in nine-eight I still see him everytime I look in his mom's face But don't cry (ma'), we gon' see the light I know he up in Heaven and he gon' lead us right I live by the street so I'm a die by the street As long as I'm alive his daughter'll never need We used to be this close But now it feel we this far apart, me and that nigga can't talk We can't bag and kick it, bag some bitches Only time I see 'em, is when I glance at pictures But I gotta face the fact, my nigga is gone But I'm a ride to the death, and still I mourn In my life nigga *Repeat In my life (echoes two times) In my life (echoes two times) Sometimes I just grab the car keys and ride With no music, I'm just ridin the vibe I done came a long way, from usin the plate Touchin the eight, who would've thought I'd make it today It was just yesterday, moms waitin on the stamps The spot got shot up, and Dre still locked up It's me against the world with no brother, just a revolver And I ain't thinkin about seein tomorrow I got sixty-two grams and a six-shot eight With plans to hit the block and get shit straight But my dog just got shot, spot just got rushed I lost all my weight when the crack pot bust I was left with zip, zero, nothin That's when I realized that my life ain't 'bout nothin The world wouldn't understand Bleek in the street So I took it to the booth and gave y'all the speech *Repeat (x2) |
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from Exit Wounds (엑시트 운즈) [ost] (2001)
[Verse 1-Memphis Bleek]
Yeah, I come from bottom to the top I seen a lotta niggaz fall Top to bottom, cause they flows wasnt hot Them niggaz swore they was chillin, Reality they not Thats why I'm in the spot, Treat the ?? like the pot I'm strappin up that product, get my strip back in order Hit records, its like a brick, 16s is like a quarter/quota Thats why I'm tryna flip it, this time i'ma do it different Mixtapes is like a fiend, niggaz givin free hits and You niggaz let'm sample it, Neva give'm the work Now this tape better then your album sales, lookin hurt I'm tryna take it back in the day, when it was 20 time Industry is fucked up, the back to sellin niggaz dimes Singles is nickles, lotta albums done flopped Lotta labels done dropped, you was signed, now you not Thats why I neva play wit the position I'm held wit Who lie about sellin drugs? Album ain't sell shit [Scratched] You heard the title nigga, 5-3-4 (Cant hear the rest) [Verse 2-Memphis Bleek] I'm bout to have this thing on lock, you can't tell me different I got the soft n hard top, you could tell I'm livin I got that gat on my lap, just don't tell the snitches They got they tail between they legs, you could tell they bitches Their ain't no heaven for a G, so the hell with it My life is deep, motherfuckers please delve in it Started with promo, no homo, movin 12 inches Pimp the game, comin to age at 12, bitches (Thats when I had well-wishes) Niggaz call me prince of the city Next in line, call me king of new-yitty, pity How the same niggaz that bailed wit me, bailed on me Took to many pulls of the L on me Drank up all kool-aid, left glasses in my kitchen Food for thought, my nigga you do the dishes [Scratched] You heard the game and the name You heard the title niggaz, 5-3-4 ............... |
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from Memphis Bleek - M.A.D.E. (2003)
Ayo Roc-A-Fella Records runnin the streets wreckless
Get Low the future you gotta respect it The hood's still in back of me, guns still beside of me Still for the street, hoes they wanna ride wit me Big print like I just hit lottery Like y'all can't see a nigga straight from poverty We ghetto, we're gutter, where you don't come around Some dudes make records and say they underground, BUT I choose not to go that far cuz I was born there pa I don't gotta write bars you niggaz see my scars And you know my story I'm more for the war I'm bout guts & glory Them other dudes front for y'all I can't do it I don't gotta sell my soul to sell music I put the beat on, Murder'll roll the weed up Put it on the street one week, watch it heat up Heavy rotation rockin on Hot 9 You niggaz get your money right cuz I got mine And it's Roc-A-Fella Records runnin the streets wreckless Get Low the future you gotta respect it I been in it since 9-6 before I could drive whips To focus on gettin' paid before "Coming Of Age" Niggaz they understand the boy done became a man Loyal to all my peeps that's why I did for the fam Who the FUCK, WANT, WHAT None of you niggaz I'm right back cuz I aint done wit the bidniss Them niggaz owe me a check, niggaz owe me respect I give you that good game I told you I been M.A.D.E. And it's Roc-A-Fella Records runnin the streets wreckless Get Low the future you gotta respect it And I'm from the M to the A to the R-C-Y/why So many niggaz be hatin' they don't want me to ride But, you see Bleek just livin' his life Instead you wanna see a nigga throwin' that iron Well, so be it It's many dudes in the team that ain't family now And y'all see it Dynasty though, it remain the same So every time you throw it up you know who changed the game homie The ROC army; Get Low and State Property Caked up in real estate and never played Monopoly But why them niggaz wanna act all aggy Cuz of the bigger plate and I got more baggies? But shit where's the love I could tell you it ain't nuttin over here but new guns & slugs And it's all about the butter, you ain't listen baby boy? That the ROC'll never lose we just kill & destroy And it's Roc-A-Fella Records runnin the streets wreckless Get Low the future you gotta respect it |
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from Memphis Bleek - M.A.D.E. (2003)
Everything's a go!
And I just washed the wheel, and I Armor All the wheels And it's real, everything's a go! New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, gimme a reason Everything's a go! Squad in the club wit me Tryna find a chick to fall in love wit me Everything's a go! Mami hit me on the jack Told me meet her at the spot, and I'm bout to call her back, its a go! Bleek come scoop you, try to seduce you Half Black and Chinese, she gave me the fu-fu A little bit of that, wan-tan soup From the hood, got more chips then wan-tan oooooooh! But matter fact, got more chesse than nacho Not from rap, when I used to fuck wit Pancho I'm in the class, all by myself Now you haters wanna crowd my space Hundred grand all in your face, motherfucker better fix ya face For they butterfly-stich ya face If ya bitch outta line, put the bitch in place If the record sound Just get the Blaze , nigga Put in back, on the block for motherfuckers The ROC get hot, let 'em scream "It's the ROC, in ya area!" You better warn ya folks They hate to see a real clique, but now Highest paid act, highest paid to rap I advance myself, and pay myself back Ha, man you gotta love that When them pockets on "E" man you gotta hug that Corner like you wanna proposal and lock that Kill a nigga for the scrilla man I'm not above that Hooo! hold on Young, let me get it back You got beef in these streets, Lord, let me get a gat Booooy! you now tuned |
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from Memphis Bleek - M.A.D.E. (2003)
Uh (uh) yeah (yeah) Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) Know what it sound like (It's the Roc nigga) Heard (uh-huh, uh) Don't be scared now niggaz (Round here, round here) We know you scared now Marcy House (let's go, Just Blaze) I let you know, how I do it round here And I'm out eight in a morn', dawg glock two around here What chu move around here, and you know I keep my tool around here My niggaz act a fool around here, yeah My hood, my set, my strip, my p's, whatever We down, we real, we bang forever Put in game down here, make change down here Cause I serve them fiends, that raw 'caine down here, yeah And I done made my way, round here And them hoes know, I twist them like haze round here Been M.A.D.E. down here, blow hay round here Ask around, them niggaz know I lay down here Down here, yeah, and I done aired down there But the streets was bigger, I pump the lead round here Round here... and I'm still in my Nike Air's Yeah, my hat leanin, and I'm livin wit no fears Round here, yeah, round here, yeah Yeah, we ridin clean, on them things round here Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah We blowin dro, gettin low round here, yeah Round here, yeah, round here, yeah We ridin clean, on them things round here Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah We blowin dro, gettin low round here, yeah It's hot as hell, but it snows down here You get a box of blow for no mo' then 24 down here This is the season, for the zoe's round her |
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from Memphis Bleek - M.A.D.E. (2003)
(Just Blaze)
Hey yo guru, this Just Blaze, Bleek & Free right? So I could get a hook, or verse or sumthin? Get that outta here! Stick to makin beats...I stick to yo' moms, nigga! (Memphis Bleek) JUST BLAZE!!! Roll up a L, pour glass in that Arme Young E's had game since the days of Atari Since the youth, I used to shoot her right back to the path My day, goin hard, mack the back of the Cab Did it all, little robbery, back cart of the G-train Hood became a part of me, got a hell of a street game Niggas don't want no part of me, Bitches they wana roll up roll out Sit in the Ferrari, Breeze through Marcy YUP! They know I'm gangsta in every way YUP! I keep it gangsta, tech on me everyday BUT! P-Game, how I lean to hit it, don't act right, I got to leave these bitches you know! I chase bread dog, I'm after the spread dog The least you could do is give a nigga a lil' head dog! Parked by marcy, this two door Ferrari Can't believe mami deny me POOnani But I guess she don't listen to rap, so ima slut her like a ghost in the hole, Missing the track HUH! And I'm a P I M P fo' sho rap ROC NYC for short (Freeway) F are two e's slide through deliver more WHAT! ROC PHI for short, por favor I twist backwards swereve in the jeep, Cheek deep, pick up the chicks, chicks lookin for bleek Bleek sleep, makin me sick won't answer the phone Motorola Two way,you may answer to Freeway! I think it's him pagin me now, I hear the back strap Where you at? Got a room full of freaks! And they tryin' to get right, I could smut 'em all night, and get them chickens outta sight Pass them hoes, then mack 'em G to K, Freeway known for movin the Yay, I could get 'em from point A to point G] Here's the deal, I stuff 'em in the wheel For the right amount of billsm I bring em where you stay Why'all HATE freeway, scared when you see the freeway But you want to kill freeway! Your girl ride the freeway everyday Up and down, Back and forth In & out, know every rout (chorus)(memphis) Where my bitches who stack niggas? Fuck wit a nigga like memphis who gettin that paper But'll light you up with the jigga man! Where my bitches at? where my bitches at? Where my real Bitches at, see'mon! (Freeway) And all my niggas who took llamas,murda murda Heard of a nigga named freeway, from philly to the 'Linas Where my niggas at? where my niggas at? where my real niggas at see'mon! [Verse 2 (memphis)] All day I be smokin, We all my niggas who tokin We hit the block with the potent, give 'em a week and they blow it You know and you know, there's some ofa's sittin low and my dogs Know who all of us are, we sit low in the cars Ain't no bitches want to roll, they say I'm doin my thing! See its blue in the chain! I was changin my jeans but, Lil mami is you rollin, you what?, you fucka you suck For real I'm tryin'a see what's up WIT you Introduce you to the pimp and the playas Ain't no playin 'cause I'm a gangsta, I don't fuck with them hatas, And basic, hatin is the part I Ain't feelin Ho's want to fuck, 'cause there's shit that I'm willin Once they see it, I just fuck up they head, And when I bang out in the hood, I just fuck up my bread Instead of lead,I save it when I see you face to face Right now, I'm fucking wit hoes, they don't gimme face shit! [Chorus] ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By COX, MALIK / SMITH, JUSTIN / PRIDGEN, LESLIE Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group |
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from Memphis Bleek - M.A.D.E. (2003)
Memphis Bleek (w ab-libs in background)]
Yeah, yanahmean? Just something for all my niggas in the hood They always ask me, what I got to say to the youths and Yanahmean when I do these interviews Just wanna let em know (we ballin) You gotta strap up cause niggas'll test you Whenever you feel that pressure You let em know everyday of your life is, check it For real we still killin 'em and, each one of 'em You know the flow like caine, look it's numbin 'em Look what I done to them, they want run wit 'em I let 'em stay few nights but then I'm done wit 'em Mami you rollin, get your clothin You know one sight of the mansion will get 'em open I back out my garage wit, new Ferrari Cause I been pimpin this game since Atari You hardly, ever see me loving a hoe I tell a bitch, I'm in love wit my doe Cause I'm pimping and, niggas is bitchin and We was the pharmacy now you want prescriptions Think I'm slippin, like I don't grip again Go 'head trip it ain't nothing to drop a clip again Got my dawgs to catch me when I'm fallin Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin Nigga we ballin - ready for war and Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin We ballin - ready for war and Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin Yeah, I take a sip of that henny I load that tec up I hit the block wit the medicine give 'em check ups You see I'm vest up, I'm ballin at war These niggas wanna see me off, they don't wanna see me on but Proof I'm ballin; I put a eighth-acapo |
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from Memphis Bleek - M.A.D.E. (2003)
(Beanie Sigel)
Roll a "L" and burn a incent It's like magic when I invent This shit that I present Yo turn my levels up a izinch And drop the trebble down the pizinch And let the bass commence To relax your nerves It's like a paintin with no color it's-why I attach the words My mind the brush, my life the canvas, the world, the easel Combines a perfect picture for people My words is colorful like autumn The way they fall on the track like leaves when I record em' There's nothin like it when I write And I don't print, I invent it and predict it like a psychic Pull down the shades on the windows of your soul And gaze into your mind and watch the wisdom unfold I was taught when your vision's impaired The wisdom is there A message from Big Homey couldn't-have sent it no clear I know the flow is like hypnotic And tightest tip when I drop it with no particular topic Type shit that can't be bitten so stop it Type shit that can't be re-written on copy By kinko, kodak, fuji films Kin-folk know that groovy hymns Spit by him'll put the gospel to you Catch some little higher learning from a sermon once I drop it to you Hypnotic...hypnotic... My flow is like hypnotic... The flow is like hypnotic... My flow is like hypnotic... (Memphis Bleek) So roll a "L" and light a incent It's like magic when I event This shit that I present It's not a secret when I speak it I know that hatin' isn't physical but dawg I could peep it It's like a preacher preachin' his scripts or psychic readin' a palm Lines give me what I write in-this song The book is now open so let the story be told I enter through your mind and exit the back of your soul That could push you to some insight A shine like a headlight Pickeny diamond watch me get right I'm that nice Words is a cure that help me heal up a heart Words can become that evil game that help me get what I want..uh You start where you end, you end where you start I am the light of the situation I overshine dark Give you the pen, the book, the word, the truth, the sight, the mind I put it down, you call it a rhyme, I call it a sign I predict the unpredictable Heaven is invisible, but hell isn't physical Let me stop with the spiritual.. whoa Let me spit at you, show you how to move with no vehicle Come through your speakers Into/enter your ear, end up in paragraphs Tellin' your man of what you hear 'cause, spit it I often roll it tighter than chronic Styles versatile meanwhile it's hypnotic Hypnotic...hypnotic... My style is just hypnotic... My style is just hypnotic... My style is just hypnotic... (Jay-Z) Pass the dutchie if you was ill Take one to the grizzill Tell me what you fizzill It's like a complicated puzzle unravelin', mind travelin', with no particular flight patterin Speak the language of the lizand Desert feeds worm, worm feeds falcon, falcon feeds man ..uh Only the strong survive, so if you along for the ride strap your boots and leave your thongs inside..uh We experience turbulence in urban environments daily, rarely it's aqcuired We riot like Israelis Why am I here that question overwhelms me I am a gangsta, Dr. Melfi couldn't help me I am a thinker, my mind fixes all that L's/ills me the perfect elixir I trust mines will never fail me I let my speech unfold, I reach deep inside the seed of my soul and I got it Hypnotic...hypnotic.... My style is just hypnotic... My style is just hypnotic... My style is just hypnotic... My style is just hypnotic... My style.. hypnotic.. And we out, we out |
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from Memphis Bleek - M.A.D.E. (2003)
Yeah, you know?
I know what you ladies want I know what you need ya know? Let's go Come on I want to love you (P.Y.T.!) Pretty Young Thing You need some loving (T.L.C.!) Tender Loving Care And I'll take you there Girl, ooohhhhhh I want to love you Like you need to be loved And I, hold you like you need to be hugged And I'm, never letting you go 'cuz TRUST You all I need in my life I ain't letting you go 'cuz I (love you) And I'm letting it show for now ease your mind 'cuz in time we grow Listen, if we right for one another we live You wife unlike them other ones I've been with 'cuz I (I want to love you) Anyway I can, show you it's not the scene everyday I can I be that shoulder to lean, voice that you need And I, give you things that one can only dream of (Love you) from the bottom of my heart I'm true, know what you need, I seen what you been through, what? It's no stress, go 'head pack your stuff we on the trip just to show how much I I want to love you (P.Y.T.!) Pretty Young Thing You need some loving (T.L.C.!) Tender Loving Care And I'll take you there Girl, ooohhhhhh I want to love you Every minute every hour Of any day any place that you desire I show you how it feel just to tan in Brazil or Smoke out while we chill in the grill 'cuz I (love you) For the fact I'm grown, I'm 24 need something I could come home to Something to hold on |
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from Memphis Bleek - M.A.D.E. (2003)
Yeah! yeah! Right back niccas huh?! Yeah that bounce we need, ya know Marcy where we at huh? Right here Let me hear some new shit, yeah niggaz Just Blaze you a muhfucker wit these beats boy Let me hold it down though, yo Let the hood know, that Bleek ain't changed Anywhere in the world, I don't tuck the chain And I walk like, yeah I need the 'canecaine But dawg that's the shotty, trust me I ain't playing War, I'm ready for it to go there Anybody that know me know I love when it go there Dawg, and yeah that's wassup Four dimes, all mine nigga that's wassup Yeah, wifey wanna curse me out You won't get me cause the chain's like it's workin out But E's - still wit the Roc-A-Fella gang hoe Whole crew got cheese like mozzarella mayne Top come off, top stay on, whatever Got rid of the five I don't like the leathers niggas! Six is better, more room and there's more wood to cover my interior This is war! Enough of them words we wan't war! You throw a couple of shots, we throw more! You gettin that money, we got more! We got more nigga, this is war! I warned her, man should not fear man If you violate man then you die by hand And it should be fine, behanded that man That man I am and you don't understand But I hear the talking like "Bleek where you been?" It's unfortunate I'm in beef again huh Niggaz is rappin and clappin I'm still laughin Sat back in my hood and tried to live average But - you still want me to bang at em Stack lil paper, send a lil gang at em But I see you wanna stop my chill Trips to oddy earth, meetings wit McNeil Or |
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from Memphis Bleek - M.A.D.E. (2003)
yeah, MADE, no mob shit, money additude direction and education, on some real shit think about my hood one time, my hood this is a trip, Change and cross niggaz, where did we go wrong I'm from that two bedroom apartment marcy, 534 middle building yeah this here started me, i'm new to 'em, but consider me young, seen it all happen and understand what was done, but all i wanted was fly kicks fly shit, little nigga but still kept a fly bitch, and back then it was love in the hood, knuckle up with ya dogs but fuck it its all good, now i'm in the crib rippin up to go to war with him, same little nigga i used to steal from the store with him. I'll go and get him from school, we used to take the same bus same train back then we was koo, i broke bread at lunch with him, and if momz left me with two singles then u know i'm splitting one with him. We cut skoo in the building i lived in, one floor higher, smoking and get high. Damm think of H, now he locked up north it was like yesterday we was practicing sports, went from flipping on mats and now he flipping in the box, locked 23 hours a day he in the max, ain't no looking back, cause this life goes on, we was kids didn't think about the rights or wrongs. Nobody judged us the ghetto loved, streets the only thing that eva took something from us. I lost a couple friends, but i promised and prayed that when i make it i'ma see them again. I admit i was wild as a child and my moms didnt like none of my friends we used to call her Ms. Vow. My brother stayed on punishment, momma found out he hustling , found couple jacks her plan she thought of flushing them, me i'm in the streets i swore i neva change my brother caught a case i came up to do the same Thi |
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from Memphis Bleek - M.A.D.E. (2003)
Yo..whats ur problem shorty Actin all stink..its cool tho One yourself ma...(bitch says somehtin) Why u mad and actin uptight Girl i kno that somethin aint right Aint no need for me to lie I think that you need dick in ya life Why u mad and actin uptight Girl i kno that somethin aint right Aint no need for me to lie I think that you need dick in ya life Ayo bleek move thru clubs twist up somethin yeah A lil hay(hay), memph not frontin Then i sip a lil armay where are my momays Spread love thats how we do it in marcy One of em actin a lil different What isnt she missin, what isnt she gettin huh She need a nigga that break it any position If she take it liek a pro oohhh Let her go noooo You might be somethin to work wit Trust im not concerned wit him Im not your boyfriend Shit im just that nigga you call That'll dig up in the roots ma break u off And, i cant lie im just a nigga from the syy But i, been around a few whores before Either me or my boys tore it up before But im hopin you not that type Ill put it in your life ma Some say off the liquor you could fuck all night But i say that aint true you just be drunk all night Its me when im sober i can fuck all night Baby girl if we sippin we just drunk all night Its cool, first you gotta loose ur attitude Invite your girls over let em meet my man murder We smoke, talk, get aquainted Its get low so you know you gotta sing this Whatever happened tonight Trust it got to stay between us It never happned ton |
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from Memphis Bleek - M.A.D.E. (2003)
(Chi-chi, chi, chilly chill) It's gangsta, turn the music up, uh, ch'eah Yea, we back on that gangsta, gangsta shit Shit, they just wanna play the motherfuckin game We don't give a fuck but Swizz'll lit up somethin on you niggas (Chi-chi, chi, chilly chill) let's go I'm from murder, murder Marcyville My nigga you heard I clap you, I certainly will With my South Philly motherfucka kill at will Bet the nine milli make you niggas (Chilly chill) Yea, murder murder, Marcyville My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will With my South Philly motherfucka kill at will Bet the nine milli make you niggas (Chilly chill) I feel like a felon with two strikes, mad bullshit in this life I done seen everythin but Christ Luckily I'm just off the basement You niggas just bullshittin with bars, the boys you got just tryin my patience Like, I don't carry around banana clips like groceries With a presence that make em don't wanna get em close to me Talk about we suppose to be brothers Don't make me laugh, motherfucka you chose to be On the side opposin me, no matter what culture you be From, Young Hova light your ass up exposively A lil' use K for ya, pour out the P-A for ya Had to bring y'all like back in the day for ya They don't respect nothin else, they somethin else Two guns with sons will get inside yourself Loose two lungs, bullets'll get inside your health Will take the wind outta yourself, like so Niggas for truely in a war with yours truly While they emulating shit they saw in the Art Of War movie But I'm the writer of Sun T |
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from Memphis Bleek - M.A.D.E. (2003)
[Memephis Bleek + Intro]
Yo Yo Yo , Its tha roc in tha house Nigga we got Hype-d here we fixen to go down You know what it is Tha song is hell no Yo I'm Bleek and this is tha ROC yo lets spit at em. [Hype-D+ Chorus] When you up in tha club nobody showin ya love you say Hell No When yo girl call up a snitch and she call you a bitch what you say Hell no When you start beff and it get start what cha say Hell yea When tha ROC is in tha house what cha Hell yea [Hype-D+ Verse 1] First it was bleek then it was tha reff Then it was chris and neff now who back in tha game Who take ya fame who dash dame how he get fame 'cause look nigga I'm a crook I got tha mood I like some of y'all niggaz but ill eat ya food Just like anybody else would so do what cha can do When I lock n load and head 2 tha boat and take ya black coat And take ya 9 take ya fine take ya dine Hype-d , roc , memph bleek Smokin tha reff growin tha leaf startin beff stealin ya lines and beats And packin tha heats , steppin on ya toes and fuckin ya hoes , Nigga I bust ya ass up and then take ya cup so throw ya hands in tha air Like ya don't care and face ya fears 'cause when I come through expect to die 'cause nigga ya will be fried niggaz don't crie but I know you do you fake You can't compete with me you'z ain't free I smoke on trees and I trap and rap In tha atl , shit I can put ya shit in a basket and ship it to alaska Don't fuck with d or hey girl just call me hype-d 14 in tha rap game takin ya fame ain't that said you faggots ya get to mad easy ya songs are chessy listen to me ya know me I ain't gotta be d I'm hype to tha d don't ya see Or h to tha I to tha l nigga you goin to hell so ring tha bell and shut tha fuck up before I get some girls just to buck yo ass up I know they can nigga I ain't scared you weared out that ain't no doubt I rap forever I'm here Forever rev up tha rever and take tha teveria got tha marriata and 45 choopa z and 9's lock n load that shit and then hit em up and for all my hoes I'm gonna beat that thing up and lemme pour some drink and yo I'm here and I'm under 14 with a black card nigga you act hard nigga you soft as a pop tart you want beff I got ya beff come steal my reff or smoke ya own I don't knock ya hustle I just bust it and then I cut it so this is a southern toast and have a boast and get tha roast this is bars just don't know how many hey to all ya snitch niggaz go suck on yalls mommas tittys............ |
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from Memphis Bleek - M.A.D.E. (2003)
Know what this shit sound like right niggas? That old gun out music in the hood right? You hear it nigga, don't be scared nigga My niggas is wit me, we focused man, yeah Get Low in the building, y'know, nigga Let's do it, c'mon, yo It's gettin hot so the shorts is on Gotta tote the snub it's too warm for the long, nigga You could pass me to baby's zoo One shot'll turn a nigga face into baby food; BLAAH! Get it clear, now why they lookin for Saddam Weapons of mass destruction is here I got a few in my hood In case a nigga ever get the feelin and he think that he could Or would, pull sket on me I could show you first hand what's a felony And a hobby and the process of gettin money is nothing I'm not Sosa, but the dogs is coming This is not not, no, no, motherfucking game Entertain you motherfuckers is not why I came It's R.O.C. and M.O.P. I wipe floors wit little niggas for fuckin wit my team My nigga think so god that ounce and mo ice and the nicest MC But yo big, tell god I said naah, cuz he throw like a bitch When he threw it he missed, the niceset MCs is right here Why the fuck you throw it over there The whole rap game turned into a 2-Pac-a-don Gangsta boy boppin, with his nuts and cock in your palm Playa pass the baton, got a few jack tools and bullet scars Now you got your 2-Pac costume on (THUG LIFE!!) First of all, y'all niggas gon' need more songs This M.O.P. nigga we put it down (put it down!!) Motherfuckers trying to figure me out Wanna see what a nigga be bout But if I told ya, I predicted the death of my oldest brother was last An |
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from Memphis Bleek - M.A.D.E. (2003)
Yeah you know, just vibe with me, just understand my life And ya don't understand me still I never enjoyed success, but my family did.. And Ama write with that I eat good, smoke good, you see I push the latest whips with the hottest bitch Take trips to the coast of Bermudas But dog I'm from Flush Ave. where I pop toast for Aruba And I am Proud of myself, cause me true Dog, never acted never lie to myself I been in hollywood and back, guess what I'm Still M Say Number from the blue tops days, I'm still him You dudes think I'm touring like I'm part of you and out But is just about the performance, get the money we out Trying chill, trying to take the wife to eat But most girl, disrescpectful when they try to speak, as if They don't understand, Let me live, Ma I'm with my fam, let me live, and I Try to be nice about being disrespectful One gets respects, when show one respect too But you don't understand me still I never enjoyed success, but my family will And Ama write with that (Ama write with that, Ama write with that) But you don't understand me still I never enjoyed success, but my family will And Ama write with that (Ama write with that, Ama write with that) Yo.. I take it back home every chance I get Because I've been through every ghetto, but home I can't forget Wish I could take em all, on this ride with me But it wont be real, and if you asked it aint be reality I only fucked with a few, and If you real you know Soon you go, but if not, you don't yeah. We still family right, that's |
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from Memphis Bleek - M.A.D.E. (2003)
I would change a thing, if I have to live my life all over
Oh, baby, oh girl, I do it all again If I have to live my life, live my life I would I would do it all again, all again, yeah If I have to live my life all over, nope, oh, baby, yeah I do it all again (Yo everyday) If I have to live my life all over (Every hour you know, yeah) Yo, yo, same hustle man, same struggle man Yeah, I do it again, if I have to Still the same way, still the game paid Still the young nigga, still slang, yeah I wouldn't change a thing and my mama did it all by herself She sayin' the same pray, listen You hear when she whisper I get the chance I fix her, days that I slipped her And my man the past, I tell him I love him And I hug him before he pass Raised his daughter as if she was mine Still meet the same girl, still have mine, uh I thank God the Melik meet Shawn I throw the diamond up higher in every song And only drama could do it again Da hood don't love me, still I walk through it again hear me I wouldn't change one fact if I have to come back And I couldn't live black, got me But mama love me, I'm from da ghetto And only God could judge me I would do it all again, I would do it all again If I have to live my life all over, oh baby, yeah I do it all again (Aha, uh, yeah, what) I do it all again, if I have to live my life all over (I do it over, for real, same way) Oh, I wouldn't change a thang, same shit the basic Same house, same spouse, same pop's I came with Same gun, same case, same niggaz I bang with I be big right now before I change shit Just roll me up an L and live life and just do what I do It's all lovely when it's right But when it's wrong, I just play along Get hit bounce back like it's really nothin' wrong And I still struggle, still bubble No matter if I'm broke or rich I still hustle Still get niggaz to test you is my life And I do it all again,I do it twice And I won't change a thang, maybe two I bring Big and Pop back put them in the same room Then I apolotic and make peace in da same room Once a game dead then you know we all dead too, true And then we back on the block With the crack in da sack I take it how it come from the bottom to the top I signed wit Bleek and I'm ridin' wit The Roc and I Would do it all again, do it all again If I have to live my life all over, oh baby, yeah I do it all again, for the love as it gain If I have to live my life all over (And I do it again, yeah, holla) Oh, I would Yo, I talk to my fam I lost and let them know How I feel from my heart without them here no mo' And is no lies, I do it all again from the start of my life Till the night my mama die I would it told her, I love and it all kept looses and close Let her know I always be here for you Apologize to grandma that for da stress I put her through And to my dad I ain't mad at you Even thought you wasn't there without you I won't be here so I gotta be fair Still don't love lost over here I swear To my restin' road dawgz, yeah (I do it all again) Why changin' my resurrection I be back and the style same strip Back with the same click Hustle in the game chips, explain this If I have to live all over I do it Let Barbara have his kidz all over watch me Get it quick, servin' the pump liquor Spend a little mo' time with my big brother Leek Still be fam with Cease, Proof, Cali and Bleek Holla and get low, probably when my life repeat, nigga I would do it all again If I have to live my life all over, oh, baby, yeah I do it all again If I have to live my life all over, oh I would |
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from Memphis Bleek - M.A.D.E. (2003)
feat. Geda K, Jay-Z, Lil' Cease
[Into: (Memphis Bleek)] Ya know, it's the... ROC (bounce) Yea I see ya, let's go... drop one Yeah, Yo, Yo.. [Chorus: (Memphis Bleek)] 1, 2 why'all, you know I rock ya Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia 1, 2 why'all, you know I stop ya Dirty Get Low n**** we gotcha 1, 2 why'all (y'all) uh 1, 2 why'all (y'all) uh 1, 2 why'all (y'all) uh Yea... Yea... Yea [Memphis Bleek] I tote P89's on me all the time My rhymes is serious I'm kill'em every time While I'm... sunk in that 745 I am... feel like a jet when I ride (when I ride) So I ride n**** feel me on cruise control Game tight n**** lose your hoe I smoke... take a few pulls of the refer Ridin under the tint doin the duece fever Need some so I check the beeper Before B.I.G. pasted he pa**ed the number to Katrina Get it right the game still remain And I'm married to the s***, you n****s still engaged Nothin change, twelve gauge still POP! If you n****s want to jump at the ROC! You can come witcha BLOCK! If you want to Yea Ease the same I bet it all on dice so I could freeze the chain (now that's game) All you hoes is a show (your truck come with a chaffeur?) Ma fa'sho You know Ease the truth, they say sex is a weapon You'll be dead when I shoot [Chorus: (Memphis Bleek)] 1, 2 why'all, you know I rock ya Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia 1, 2 why'all, you know I stop ya Dirty Get Low n**** we gotcha 1, 2 why'all (y'all) uh 1, 2 why'all (y'all) uh 1, 2 why'all (y'all) uh Yea... Yea... Yea [Geda K] Yea... Yea.. It's Get Low and the ROC ain't a click out touchin'em Doe doublin b**** n****s not discussin'em Block tick rabbit when I'm finger f***in'em F*** a vest, tell ya boys have a bullet proof truck with'em It's Geda K the young horse, and M. Ease of course we gettin cheese Draw we don't squeeze, and SUV's on two-fours with t.v.'s Probably with your b****, playin the backseat And you know I hit it, ain't the type to chill with it Type to get rid of and never go to the crib with her S***, I move according to plans and still visit... park And still kick it and pick my n****s up And you know we be dro smokin, toten, loc'n Live from PR or Oakland, b**** its Get Low let me know what's up If you get it the truck get in position to f*** I'm ghetto, Hero Flynn, hot like heroin, young pimps thoro'in I pimp through their boroughs in Ya better keep your chicks intact... cause I walk like a pimp, talk like a mack [Chorus: (Memphis Bleek) + *Lil' Cease*] 1, 2 why'all, you know I rock ya Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia 1, 2 why'all, you know I stop ya Dirty Get Low n**** we gotcha 1, 2 why'all (y'all) uh *uh huh* 1, 2 why'all (y'all) uh *Cease A Leo* 1, 2 why'all (y'all) uh Yea... Yea... Yea [Lil' Cease] Aright, check it out... check it out..Uh oh..Uh oh... Yo Code name Cease A Le, crack on the AVE BK grimmey MC, rap wreck machine My n****s on the scene with the machine guns, the infa-red beams Hand gun with silencers, ride up on the side of ya Flash this gun up in ya face like photographers (camera flash noise) Stay in the hood with ice, ain't noboby robbin us When it come to rappin ain't noboby stoppin us dog (Ha Haaa!) It's ROC mafia who live as us, Jay ridin on side, B.I.G. on top of us Get Low firing my Phillie n****s ride with us (reloading noise) Dutch this blunt up if you want to get high with us (puffing noise) BK yo we reppin, I'm like cash... everywhere I'm accepted From Marcy to Stuy, the West to the Chi I keep it all hood till the day that I die [Chorus: (Memphis Bleek) + {Jay-Z}] 1, 2 why'all, you know I rock ya Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia 1, 2 why'all, you know I stop ya {GET LOW!!} Dirty Get Low n**** we gotcha 1, 2 why'all (y'all) uh {WOO!!} 1, 2 why'all (y'all) uh {WOO!!} 1, 2 why'all (y'all) uh {I'M DANCIN!} Yea... Yea... Yea [Jay-Z] Uh Oh.. Raps in trouble, HOV bout to double back And lock the streets again,ain't no police and him Got cops on the payroll, killers on the lay low N****s becareful what you sayin on LayYy LowWw Are nextel radio n****s have'em at the radio before you exhale n**** The cats out the bag, but blast out the mag Send them words back in your mouth... out ya a** Talkin s***, all you get is cleaned the f*** up I ain't steamed the f*** up either Hire the team but me, myself, and I-rene I come through and lean you f***er, I'm tryin to keep n****s from killing you You still talkin s*** to me, you now as smart as you appear to be I got dumb-dums for dumb-dumbs I'm a right man, got a educated left hook in a right hand F*** like whoa, got a flow like damn The new thug life be the Roc-A-Fella fam No disrespect intended But if you offended can't take it back... handle your business I'm just staten facts, the whole worlds against us And we will not surrender, and we will survive Turn out ya lights like Teddy Penta-Gra** Get ready for the coldest winter a**, I proceed.. [Chorus: (Memphis Bleek)] Yea, Yo, Yo.. 1, 2 why'all, you know I rock ya Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia 1, 2 why'all, you know I stop ya Dirty Get Low n**** we gotcha 1, 2 why'all (y'all) uh 1, 2 why'all (y'all) uh 1, 2 why'all (y'all) uh Yea... Yea... Yea |
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from Memphis Bleek - M.A.D.E. (2003)
Yo Just man, gimma a heat rock man DGL we back in the club again, ya know? Holla J-Jeah j-jeah j-jeah bounce! easy! Ya heard? we back - bitches Don't be scared now, it's the Roc We here, ya know? as if we left this bitch (R!) Really though, ya know? (gimme the O!) Marcy holla, uh oh (C!) Brooklyn Let's do this shit right, yo I pull up on deuce deuces, still roofless No security I move with shooters V Tweezy dual exhaust Stashbox like a childseat, tucked in the baby Taurus (DGL!) I'm on skinnies, two with me Battle of Armi, '89 in it I'm blowin on Phillies And yeah I'm high as fuck And the Roc's the realest click nigga I'm a buy as fuck WHAT! Say I'm bug cause I walk with a hung John Nine two hund' fifty, don't disrespect me I call my nigga seal the deal Cause he just brought a G to seal the deal prick! And I got that on stand by (stand by) What you commercial niggas fly stand buy, won't stand by And let a nigga do his dues Fuck these hoes, get this bread, rep the crew, the R - realest niggas puttin it down O - other niggas can't see us now C - come through your hood snatch and reap up But keep cannon on me to clear streets up You talk jewels, my ears got 2K blazers Roc jeans, Airs in all flavors White tees and fitted's, backwoods and spinage That's haze for you dudes who dont get it I smoke silver and strawberry Easy ball like Maurberry you know I'm not the ordinary I keep one that keep one Yeah my bitch bag bitches too, we the illest crew Nothin change but the rims upgrade It's quarters now ma, and I'm on it now-ac |
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from Memphis Bleek - 534 (2005)
Yeah, I come from bottom to the top
I seen a lotta niggas fall Top to bottom, cause they flows wasn't hot Them niggas swore they was chillin', Reality they not That's why I'm in the spot, Treat the ? like the pot I'm strappin' up that product, get my strip back in order Hit records, its like a brick, 16's is like a quota That's why I'm tryna flip it, this time I'm a do it different Mixtapes is like a fiend, niggas givin' free hits and You niggas let'm sample it, Neva give'm the work Now this tape better then your album sales, lookin' hurt I'm tryna take it back in the day, when it was 20 time Industry is fucked up, the back to sellin' niggas dimes Singles is nickles, lotta albums done flopped Lotta labels done dropped, you was signed, now you not That's why I neva' play wit the position I'm held wit Who lie about sellin' drugs? Album ain't sell shit You heard the title nigga, 5-3-4 (Cant hear the rest) I'm bout to have this thing on lock, you can't tell me different I got the soft n hard top, you could tell I'm livin' I got that gat on my lap, just don't tell the snitches They got they tail between they legs, you could tell they bitches Their ain't no heaven for a G, so the hell with it My life is deep, motherfuckers please delve in it Started with promo, no homo, movin' 12 inches Pimp the game, comin' to age at 12, bitches (That's when I had well-wishes) Niggas call me prince of the city Next in line, call me king of new-yitty, pity How the same niggas that bailed wit me, bailed on me Took to many pulls of the L on me Drank up all cool-aid, left glasses in my kitchen Food for thought, my nigga you do the dishes You heard the game and the name You heard the title niggas, 5-3-4 |
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from Memphis Bleek - 534 (2005)
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and if the summer only knew that she was losing a friend and a lover too maybe she'd turn him away |
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from Memphis Bleek - 534 (2005)
Dear summer I know you're gonna miss me
For we been together like Nike Airs and crisp tees S dots with polo fleeces Purple label shit with the logo secret Gimme couple years, shit I might just sneak in A couple words and like peaches and herb We'll be reunited and it feels so hood Have the whole world saying "How you still so good?" Well I do this in my slumber summer I ain't none of these half-assed newcomers, you know how I do summer I drop heat, when you bring the sun up The combo make niggas act up, I pick the gun up Niggas back up; they know I'm not no frontier I don't talk shit, I just flip it un' ya Sorry Lance, I'm just trying to advance my quotes I ain't making you the butt of my jokes But let's not stray from what I came to say To my beloved, think we need some time away They say if you love it, you should let it out its cage And fuck it, if it comes back you know it's there to stay It's tugging, at my heart, but this time apart is needed From the public, who should've gave me the pulits' Instead gave me they ass to kiss But you know me, thugging 'til the casket dips But still shine light down on all my peers I know they weird, some queer, I still want them to share And all the success I received, I know you can't believe I still love 'em but they don't love me They like the drunk uncle in your family You know they lame, you feel ashamed, but you love 'em the same It's like when niggas make subliminal records If it ain't directed directly at me, I don't respect it You don't really want it with Hov, for the record I put a couple careers on hold, you could be next kid Keep entering the danger sone You gon' make that boy Hov put your name in a song If you that hungry for fame, motherfucker come on Say when, take ten paces and spin But on another note, 'bout to take another vaca' On another boat, goddamn a motherfucker rode His way out the hood, and I pray that I stay out for good But any day you know a nigga could Try and play like he Suge, then I gotta play like Dutch Schults You pass the dutchie, I blast you, trust me Niggas can't fuck with me I'm in a good mood, you lucky, I got a good groove And I ain't trying to fuck my thing up But I will lay down a couple green bucks, get you cleaned up Now I'm Pulp Fiction, Colt four-fifth and Young niggag that blast for me (blasphemy), no religion Listen here summer baby, I just believe it's the right thing to do I got a brand new bitch, corporate America She showing me a lot of action right now And I know you put me on my feet and all, but I mean, it's time for me to grow You gotta let me go baby, you gotta let me go I'm done for now, so one for now Possibly forever, we had fun together But like all good things, we must come to an end Please show the same love to my friends Dear summer |
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from Memphis Bleek - 534 (2005)
Do you know what time it
is Tell me do ya know Do you know what time is Tell me do ya know Do you know what time it is Tell me do ya know Do you know what time it is Swizzy You gettin money homie Show me if its like that You on the grind Then you know its really like that Dudes who snitch naw I don't really like that I don't condone the chrome where the wall at Swizz slow down the beat its all love Slow motion for me Like ya ass is screwed up Make you move like the Matrix when dude was duckin slugs Bleek to Black Sheep mami now pick it up Back to gettin money lly where my niggaz at Stuntin its nothin in somethin new every day Back on the grind keep easy on ya mind I'm one of a kind the tops the bottom line Throw a hand in the air if its like that Throw a little paper out if its like that Tell the chick to come here if its like that Buy The whole fuckin bar if its like that tell me if its like that tell me if its like that tell me if its like that Ay yo the watch is like that The dough is like that Bracelet the bronzes I ball just like that Coupe on lows know you all gon' like that Sit so right at le ast 4 gon' fall back Dude stop frontin prob lems you don't want that 9 MM hollows I does that When it comes to gettin paper my life stack Chickens I want du des gon' wife that Then I go expose'm n show'm thats how we live Mami know we holdin use all of us got a 6 Rocafella the crew you know we do it like that Niggaz is immitators but you ain't quite like that Throw a hand in the air if its like that Throw a little paper out if its like that Tell the chick to come here if its like that Buy The whole fuckin bar if its like that tell me if its like that tell me if its like that tell me if its like that tell me if its like that You know I move wit the snub cause I'm like that You don't really want beef you ain't like that Ma come here yeah tell me if its like that And move the body real slow just like that When swizz slows down the beat its all love Slow motion for me like your ass is screwed up Make it move like the Matr en dude was duckin slugs Bleek the black sheep mami now pick it up Aye back on the grizzy wit swizzy back on the beat Rocafella the label the talk is to cease decease I'm here to kill'em again you fill'em again If the enemy ain't dead we hit'm again pop Throw a hand in the air if its like that Throw a little paper out if its like that Tell the chick to come here if its like that Buy The whole fuckin if its like that tell me if its like that tell me if its like that tell me if its like that tell me if its like that |
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from Memphis Bleek - 534 (2005)
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 |
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from Memphis Bleek - 534 (2005)
<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! |
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from Memphis Bleek - 534 (2005)
[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 |
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from Memphis Bleek - 534 (2005)
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 |
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from Memphis Bleek - 534 (2005)
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 |
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from Memphis Bleek - 534 (2005)
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> |
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from Memphis Bleek - 534 (2005)
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 |
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from Memphis Bleek - Coming Of Age (1999)
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 |
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from Memphis Bleek - Coming Of Age (1999)
[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] |
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from Memphis Bleek - Coming Of Age (1999)
[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 |
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from Memphis Bleek - Coming Of Age (1999)
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 |
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from Memphis Bleek - Coming Of Age (1999)
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 |
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from Memphis Bleek - Coming Of Age (1999)
[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 |
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from Memphis Bleek - Coming Of Age (1999)
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. |
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from Memphis Bleek - Coming Of Age (1999)
Yea Memph Bleek(it's not a game) Get this money(no doubt) For the Nine double(and home I am wit no trouble) I stumble thru the Jungle Yea what y'all want? Uh huh take it personal That's right Check it out Ey yo I push the bum drop, the M-e-m-p-h man keep the gun hot And now I live where you come ? I go to war where you bag chicks Floss where you can't sit, what the fuck y'all want? I do the thingz that you can't do, fly to the ankle, cock pick the shorty You Asleep when I came through, it's fucked up what this game'll do Next thing that's fucked up is when I aim at you, spit eight at your range rov If you ever talk shit like I ain't know, you get it right, I Play corners Pocket full of drugz, two dollars from a dub, then I holla I don't really give a fuck We raw, green you ain't seen before, chicks stink wit a ass you ain't squeezed before Got gunz now, that hold 16 or more, for you crab ass niggaz who wanna meet the floor [Chorus] Yea I won't stop(for bitch niggaz, broke all yo life afiliate wit rich niggaz) I won't stop(for bitch niggaz, broke all yo life afiliate wit rich niggaz) I won't stop(for bitch niggaz, broke all yo life afiliate wit rich niggaz) I won't stop(for bitch niggaz, broke all yo life afiliate wit rich niggaz) [Memphis Bleek] I'm the type to pull rank, hold shanks, project huss-elar Walk where you can't muthafucka, for the Nine double My S1 still bubble, test one, you gon feel the M-1 touch you Gunz galore, smoke tonz of raw, how you ball before? Never ran the floor, never run scrimmage, if you ever take my image I'ma see to it you niggaz gon hemorage Bleed from the waist |
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from Memphis Bleek - Coming Of Age (1999)
(feat. Beanie Sigel)
[Memphis Bleek] Yo I park where da crack at Heads by packs at Down in Philly Where my niggas roll crabs at Pack gats at Run up in a label Take a nigga ass cap You ass cat [Beani Siegel] I'm dat kid Dat'll catch a himmy and post bail Get locked for another niggas body Won't tell Get head from a dime bitch And won't nail Bag a dime from a half a brick Wit no scale [Memph Man] Yo you know where to find me In da PH. lobby Two first and Siegel Niggas know not to try me Post wit a shotty Tims on how I be All blacked out Hoody on wit da crack out [B Mac] You can catch Mac in Marcy 4-5-6ing it Orange Bo Jackons New York Knicking it Durag Nautica sweats Slaughter da set Dope spot rushin' Set up shop on Flushing Chorus >From my hood to your hood Yo I got you nigga >From block to your block Yo I got you nigga My bitch to your bitch My hood to your hood My block to your block Aiyo I got you nigga [2x] [Beanie Mac] Tray snub in da club Real high when I come through Layin' blood in da club You can die if you want to I stay strapped Slugged you out That's how I ride in da jungle Imagine Mac "What a Thug About" Live in da Tunnel [Memph Bleek] I roll up Philly live Pearl handle 4-5 Killer Ginuwine drive I ride or die Me and Beanie got front doe Puttin' in work And I'm a Brooklyn nigga Put da semi to work [Beanie Siegel] Yeah you know how we play From PA to BK Smash and scrape scrape Stash and break cake You can feel the steel Get cut or bust down Front on tech ball Smith and Wessin like Buck Town [Memphis Bleek] I'm in da 7-6 Jers Wit twist up herb Nigga got nerve Frost bit wit no furs Chofers Straight to Philly no turns Exit Ben Frankiln To brake down da birds Chorus |
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from Memphis Bleek - Coming Of Age (1999)
Get your ones get your guns, muthafucker it's on
New millennium and what? Bleek reborn All the haters eat a dick, who I'm riding with bitch You know the game and the name, I ain't change for shit I toke cuatro cinco when uno says Keep uno in the head you wouldn't fuck with this My guns German bullets burning Where them bricks I'm searching, I need the money urgent And I'm rushing, you slowing me down, ain't no holding me now I'm out the gate, on the throne and I'm holding it down All my niggas on the run, you's to eat for a reason Fuck around and holla wrong, me and NORE come in squeezing And these streets is mine, M E M P H, I got style I make it look good being wild With da game I got, anything I got I hate everything in site, whether aiming or not Yo, what u niggas wanna hate for? Why you niggas all running outta state for? You ain't thugs and you niggas can't take for Now you snitchin' why y'all wanna turn states for, ha? Yo, what u niggas wanna hate for? Why you niggas all running outta state for? You ain't thugs and you niggas can't take for Now you snitchin' why y'all wanna turn states for, ha? What, what, I do this shit for the streets Just left Iraq, 'bout to meet with Bleek Aiyo, and we both got weed in tons When me and MemphMan, smoke the call us lazer lungs Thugged out, Roc-a-Fella, big bank accounts On the sky-tel with big type, and bring the ounce Clip on niggas, niggas just be seeing me cussing How you dig up with my style, the way I be rushing Just to style you head in, you drove to a dead end So what you gon' do now, once I but lead in I say what, what, now y'all say what, what I say that I'm a thug, now y'all wanna be thugs And I admit that I'ma hustler just hustling drugs Yet I do this shit because crime pays I'll rock a cescear and doo rag and I don't got waves Don't got waves, don't got waves, don't got waves Yo, what u niggas wanna hate for? Why you niggas all running outta state for? You ain't thugs and you niggas can't take for Now you snitchin' why y'all wanna turn states for, ha? Yo, what u niggas wanna hate for? Why you niggas all running outta state for? You ain't thugs and you niggas can't take for Now you snitchin' why y'all wanna turn states for, ha? Yo, yo, niggas wanna turn states, just hand me the eight Have a crib in Iraq, for the Memph escape Where the D's won't find me, trees is lime green Hoes give head just to ride and watch springs Niggas gon' hate, 'cause we trying to get rich My steak got A1, I can taste the chips Give them facial hits, from the chrome thou flip With the serious scratch, get them pinnacles back You can take some nigga, you wouldn't take some of these My bullets heat up and burn, nigga, feel my sting For the 9 double 9, these streets is Bleek All my niggas on the run just got to eat Yo, what u niggas wanna hate for? Why you niggas all running outta state for? You ain't thugs and you niggas can't take for Now you snitchin' why y'all wanna turn states for, ha? Yo, what u niggas wanna hate for? Why you niggas all running outta state for? You ain't thugs and you niggas can't take for Now you snitchin' why y'all wanna turn states for, ha? |
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from Memphis Bleek - Coming Of Age (1999)
Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat Some nigga hit me wit a signing Shit yo I'll settle wit dat Went to my block got it off and coped metal wit dat So if a nigga ever frontin I'ma wet im wit that Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat Some nigga hit me wit a signing Shit yo I'll settle wit dat Went to my block got it off and coped metal wit dat So if a nigga ever frontin I'ma wet im wit that [Verse1] My gunz, my credentials, I'm geased up Hate a nigga that don't know me and swear that Bleek front cause I'm a little nigga, so what, I did my thang Now I came up, fuck a nigga gon tell me? Before this Bleek shit, a nigga couldn't eat and shit I sold drugs, fascinated by this sneaker shit On hot days I found ways to clock pay Had yellow tops now my topz is gray Cause one these lame niggaz got the color of mine But one problem, niggaz work ain't as butter as mine And you got to believe, yo I'm dope in the drawers form, poppy seed And you got to be weed, I got a ounce of D and no clientele But when the sun goes down I hit the strips for sales Clock mel, half of my dogz ain't rottweil We bout to work wholesale, and flip the price the retail Wha...... [Chorus] Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat Some nigga hit me wit a signing Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat Some nigga hit me wit a signing Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that [Verse2] I got the hood in me, so I guess I'm no good, nigga I stay strapped Cause I know a nigga could, nigga I chop grams in the crib wit my man We blew L's and politiced on how to expand We supplied the Vein Promised to go out in a blaze Before them pigz lock the game We gotta maintain in this world of cold blood It's no love, niggaz will back out heat and let you hold slugz We took re-up money Rollin dice, and I neva thought a game of Cee-Lo Could take my man life, Over 3 cdnt, My son was a little bit A nigga flash heat, he flipped and seen the end of it A cool cat, and novody seemed to like him Dat was my dog so nobody had to like im I closed the vein down, I couldnt hustle no mo But still I hold heat ready to ride to war Cause I could die by this game Spit in the Mic and my life aint no different Just a Regular Cat [Chorus] Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat Some nigga hit me wit a signing Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat Some nigga hit me wit a signing Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that [Verse3] Yo Yo Why niggaz throw Ice grills and I see you tight grill But I know if i squeeze you faggots gon squeal I laugh at y'al flash cash at y'all In the tinted whatever, ried right past y'all Me and my cod-ee and we all know Bleek Tight, the whole heat, you niggaz don't know me Where the fuck niggaz know me from? (Marcy, son) You niggaz frontin you ain't have heart to come Besides you niggaz mad cause yo bitch ride shotty Round town, malibu mixed wit Bicardi She relaxed in da drop, Fendi shades matchin the watch Accent osets, the bitch kinda prop But her man think he untouchable Put his ass where he ain't comfortable, Lay him up for a few He'll realize, Bleek ain't the one to fuck wit Provoke me to spit, consider it dealt wit I'm not the type to hit shotz and miss you The type to play you close to kiss you nigga describe the pistol, you hit wit When they fillin yo body wit liquid Now I'm on the low cause you told em it was Memphis Who blazed you up, yeah, layed you up Yo mouth got you like that, and thats plain as fuck I'm a Regular Cat, wha... [Chorus] Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat Some nigga hit me wit a signing Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat Some nigga hit me wit a signing Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat Some nigga hit me wit a signing Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat Some nigga hit me wit a signing Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that Regular cat, wt em wit dat I'm just a regular cat Yo I'll settle wit dat then I'ma wet em wit dat |
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from Dj Clue? - The Professional 2 (2000)
[Kurupt] Daz Dillinger
[Jay-Z] Talk to 'em [Kurupt] Kurupt young Gotti [Jay-Z] Talk to 'em [Kurupt] Big Jigga nigga, what? [Kurupt *sung*] Psycho, like no, bitch-ass nigga so When you see the D-O double G sneak creep low [Jay-Z] In the memory of the Notoroious B.I.G., Tupac Shakur [Kurupt *sung*] Psycho, like no, bitch-ass nigga so When you see the R-O-to-the-C sneak creep low [Jay-Z] Young Hova in the house, world wide hustler R-O-C, D-P-G motherfuckers.. .. hold up love You know Jigga Man resum, blow up drugs Blast round, full pound, no mask or gloves Face down on the gravel, have gun will travel Out the blue steel barrel get ya crew killed Perro ass niggaz can't touch I, muh'fucker what's my - - name, Young Hov', gun blow like AC R-O-C (With the D-P-G nigga!!) [Daz] Hold up (hah) wait a minute and All my thugs get (get what?) gangsta with it Gotti Jigga and Daz Dillinger, killin ya with the pound with Roc La Familia {*y'all niggaz ain't feelin us*} [Kurupt] Deep in and out, out gold Daytonas D cut through with 2-way Motorolas Nigga the Dynasty and the Pentagon MOTHERFUCKER Hollow tip, stainless teflon MOTHERFUCKER Jigga trigger, cock-a-poppa, nigga chest rocka with the chrome chopper, glock'll pop a nigga so quick Saddam Niastra, y'all done stepped in the mud and about to feel ery'thing from the flat foot Calicos collective, have you ever seen a four so clean like a brand new nina My nigga Daz (Sigel Sigel) Jigga, Memph, in bad-ass Impalas Butt naked bitches and pop collars The popular scholar, this is the beginnin -acap |
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from Dj Clue? - The Professional 2 (2000)
[Memphis Bleek] (DJ Clue)
(Word up!) Uhh.. I've become accustomed to goin through customs Pound in my pocket hollerin "FUCK THEM!" (What!?) I'm livin that life that you only talk about I'm fuckin them hoes that you only thought about I spend that money but you won't spend about as much that I made off my last single out Whatchu think of that? Niggaz, y'all know that I kill niggaz slow when I live for this dough (Holla!) Got labels sick, I know they hate that I'm makin they artists push them dates back (C'mon!) I don't need tattoos to prove I pack tools Go 'head and act fool and become dog food Memph Man, uh-huh, yeah that's me Same nigga that don't give a "basically" And I'm still smokin, it be like that Ya blunt went out, nigga relight that [Chorus: Memphis Bleek] I'm from M.A.R.C.Y. B.K. style, see Bleek how? I'm from M.A.R.C.Y. B.K. style, see Geda how? [Chorus] [Geda K] (DJ Clue) Yeah.. I'm finally put in the game, right where I should be And the gat laid right where it should be (Ha ha!) Violate, you be put where you should be Have your family and friends screamin "How could he?" Walk the streets with a body on his back Ride around in a V with the shottie in the back (Uh-huh) And for y'all that swear, that I front for rep Only thing that I front is hoes and coke and clips of tef With a co-d, that's a, menace to the people Yeah we sold D and made a livin off of people (Yeah!) Ghetto, corrupted us, and we taught ourselves How to add and scale plus bag and sell And how to, aim and shoot and I got brain when the wrist locked wherever the dot spot leave the tape You keep actin like you can't die in a blaze and I let sixteen of 'em dive in your wake [Chorus] - repeat 2X [DJ Clue over Chorus] New shit! Memphis Bleek! Geda! Marcy! Fresh out! (?) Tata! B.I.! [Memphis Bleek] (DJ Clue) Picture me rollin in that five hundred Benz I got no love for you niggaz it ain't no need to be friends (Clue!) I give a fuck 'bout 'em, no need to talk 'bout 'em He act bout it, I let the fo'-fo' pound 'em The co-d's, nigga no statements Just shots, empty shell casings No prints, V's no tint Phone, Sprint, Six, no chips nigga R-O yeah M-A Realist hood and clique nigga, comprende? You bitch niggaz know I'm focused right? You still catch M-E-M loc'n right? (Ha ha!) In the black V, wit the gat on my lap Shovel in the trunk, go 'head nigga, front This M dot E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek Coppin out to a one to three, you bitch nigga! [Chorus] - repeat 2X [DJ Clue over Chorus] Fat shout! Cuttino Mobley! Steve Francis! Houston Rockets! My nigga Chris Childs! LaVar Postell! New York Knicks! Word up! [DJ Clue] DJ Clue! Desert Storm! Roc-a-Fella! The Professional Part 2! Ha ha! |
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from Dj Kayslay - The Streetsweeper Vol.2 (2004)
(Featuring Sauce Money/Memphis Bleek/The Game)
[Intro: DJ KaySlay] Yeah it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King I'm in the house with my nigga Sauce Money Memphis Bleek, holdin it down from the East coast And from the West, I got my nigga Game All you bitch-ass niggaz, y'all better fall the fuck back Y'all know how this shit is about to go down Yo homie, what's your name? [Sauce Money] My name is Money, that much is true Listen up, this what I'm gon' do I won't wait for you to get a lil' bigger I hit you with the tec-9, lil' nigga Look at him - red as a muh'fucker Hah! Dead as a muh'fucker Unassisted - aiyyo you shoulda Been there Bleek, too late, you missed it Cock back my biscuit Like a fat chick and chocolate, I can't resist it Didn't believe you, so for your big ol' ego I got a big ol' Eagle Gotta give the people Not a fuckin chance to see you inside the sequel Son I stay stuck in rude So when they see me comin they like, "Damn, here come this fuckin dude!" You know'm sayin Memph'? Brooklyn what's up? Got to take this shit back Let's hit 'em with the hook son [Chorus: Memphis Bleek] Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump Sippin that Arme', puffin on a blunt All I know is my shit better bump La la la la la-la la lahhhh [Memphis Bleek] What, yo yo. You know Bleek always smokin that "La La La" - you right Groupies they be actin too crazy, tell 'em they too hype They want leave with a G like Eas' Educated the bullshit, got a degree in these streets But - I dare a nigga act all crazy The tec'll tear his back all crazy And you know I stay bent off the Arme' Regardless if solo or I'm deep with my amry I rep - straight from the jacked M-P If I put the tec up I gotta tote the D.E But wait! You know I'm ridin with Sauce And we ridin this song from out the Robb Report Dawg, I'm from the street, from the best I'm taught I'll get your man tied and lost, fuck the cost Got a couple of my killers who stand by And I'm G-Force stat' nigga, never fly stand-by Uhh, jeah, you know Put this shit right back in the street, huh? Brooklyn shit, Sauce Let's bring the hook back, here we go yo [Chorus] [The Game] Dip through N-Y, black Impala, matchin interior Cali plates, I'm that serious Niggaz think the kid a joke 'til that .38-revolver spin like hundred spokes Homie I bring the drama (drama) Sleep on The Game and get left in wooden pajamas Nigga I ain't easy son But I break up rock/Roc like DipSet and M-Easy son I'm a B-L-double-O-D Hardest nigga since S-N-double-O-P And all this beef got blood in my eye Aftermath motherfucker, you could love it or die Keep Dre name out your mouth boy Or get your +Bones Crushed+ like them Dirty South boys I'm a "Menace," fuck Kane and O-Dog Since I was ten I had 'caine and O's, dawg I ain't lyin (I ain't lyin) They gave Eazy AIDS, so why should I give a FUCK about dyin? And the day Jay retire I'ma park next to the throne, in a Maybach on gold wires, yeah [Chorus] [Outro: DJ KaySlay] Yeah you bitch-ass motherfuckers "Hands on the Pump" Fuck around, find yo' ass slump One hitta quitta, yes [gunshots] |
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from Beanie Sigel - The Truth (2000)
What up Sigel?
Huh? Yeah Smash , scrape, scrape.... you know the game baby CHORUS 2X: Beanie Mac and Memphis Who the fuck want what Me and Bleek charmed up , with your town under siege Diligent in the sleeve Who the fuck want what Me and Beans charmed up , got you niggas arms up My squad be armed up (Memphis Bleek) This one's for the dogs with the 4-4 long You niggas bust shots but you throw yours wrong (yeah) Peep game , niggas leaves stain when it rain Damped and wont dry we thugs we won't cry (Beanie Mac) Ayo you know how we play dog , smash and scrape Pull them real tools out they won't blast them eights Trust me they start tellin who blast the weight Bleek a three time felon I'ma basket case (MB) You bout ta witness a dynasty like no other Who flow like Bleek , think , no other Who rhyme like Sigel , dog , no other It's Roc-a-Fella twin desert eagle no other (BM) Ayo we outshinin niggas , two of the finest niggas Got niggas like damn where'd Jay find them niggas Rock blocked diamonds niggas , that'll blind you niggas You know it's Cru Love , just thought we'd remind you niggas Who the fuck want what Who the fuck want what Who the fuck want what Who the fuck want what Who the fuck want what Who want what Who the fuck want what Beans and Bleek , Roc baby , don't stop (MB) Ayo I ride with the top down , high with the glock now War it don't stop now , Memph man hot now Niggas didn't want that I'm still where you pump at B. Sigel , M. Bleek , niggas can't front that (BM) Ayo nigga who want that , not a soul First week, no video , went gold Bases loaded , now I'm up to bat Witness the truth , niggas can't fuck with that (MB) Fuck those who disagree like these streets aint mine Like the Roc don't mean somethin , glock won't lean somethin (BM) Ayo like I won't pop up in fifty shot machine somethin Hit you from a half a block , infrared beam somethin Niggas don't want it with Mac , trust me Niggas wanna chill , roll up , and get blunted with Mac (MB) A then we swerve out , blowin herb out , you heard 'bout My 'bout it squad , niggas get rowdy and rob CHORUS (MB) Ayo you heard the title nigga , who the fuck want what My bullets you get em free who the fuck want one (BM) Ayo I still throw 4, 5, 6 , upset rookies Set up shop on Flushin , who you can't touch him (MB) I'm still on two birds , two blunts , too hurt Two of the biggets guns put two in your shirt (BM) You can still get two to your chest I'll show what a thug about and let them slugs spit out (MB) I'm that same cat all black crack in my palm Hop off the B. Franklin with gat in my palm (BM) Yo I still spit a thousand bars , still roam the resevoir with dogs I still wire your jaw (MB) And yeah I smoke weed , I don't give a you know Pop up on your block and hit it up in the Hugo (BM) To the streets all over , we spot you niggas Put your feet up Hova , we got you nigga CHORUS |
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from Choclair - Ice Cold (2000)
Uh...umm-umm
Yeah Breath on this one right here...ri-right here Breath on it Verse 1: (Choclair) Now you can either try to join us or run from us, but don't dispute it Choclair gon' leave your brain scarred The situation's hard These niggas who be hating and dissing, but now I'm paid, now they looking for jobs I don't give a f**k of what you saw back in 9-5 All things that I say, despite your long eyes Were all wise, leave you in awe like God rise All words that I say, All get! All kinds! And break all spines, and why wouldn't Cause when these peoples ask who diss, I be like "I did it" So many niggas be dissing us niggas But when these niggas confront 'em, up in their face that they be afraid to admit it I slap 'em in the face and make, every rhyme spitted You heard this kid, roll with me, glide with me Take my hand, come slide with me Do you think you roll with Chocs and Bleek (What the f**k y'all thinking) So don't be bringing your shit round here My advice to you is get your ass back Before it get slapped, turned out, and pushed back Choclair put the T-dot-O up on the map, bi-otch Chorus: (M. Bleek)- Do you ever wanna see a nigga ball at the top Wanna see a nigga fall, get it on with the cops I ain't changed, I still keep raw on the block Nigga hate me, I ain't never gon' stop (Choclair)- They don't ever wanna see a nigga ball at the top Wanna see a nigga fall, get it on with the cops I ain't changed, I still keep raw on the block Nigga hate me, I ain't never gon' stop Verse 2: (Memphis Bleek) Yo, you see the Memph man laid up, paid up Instead you wanna see a nigga sprayed up Only use the waste up And I still bust off nuts, with a numb dick straight up F**k y'all nigga wanna do, Huh duke I know thug niggas creep with a gun duke Me too, except, I got one in the hand for the jump off Niggas still ain't learned the ledge, nigga jump off It's real here, playa, you know what the deal here Niggas in wheelchairs won't sit still here Battery pack cats, get their cavity cracked black In fact, I still ain't stop pointing the mack At y'all niggas who hate me, don't mistake me Nigga, the money ain't create Bleek When I sold trays, in hallways, and had braids Rob niggas, stomp niggas, for my P-Js Chorus: Verse 3: (Choclair) Standing 6-foot-1, dark skin, smooth brother Knee deep, up in your women, circle, be my brothers underground in the gutters Submerged under the nonsense Those happy childs fronting with that coke-and-smile walk Really big dick style, could stick your girl, make her smile Listen in, niggas say they gonna f**k me up now Need to understand paranormal land expands People catching cock stand, when I touch mic stands Even woolen hand strands, best believe I got lyrics up the sleeve Little brother from the Bridgemont-C People looking for a gig, your star's fading I say step to the side when young guns blazing Chorus: (Repeat 2 times) |
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from Def Jam 25: Vol. 10 (Feature Presentation) (2009)
<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! |
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from Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt (1996)
[Jay-Z]
Uh-huh uh yeah, gi-gi-geyeah Time to come up, hold my own weight, defend my crown Gots to lock it down and when they rush -- part two [Bleek] Cocaine whiter now [Jay-Z] Operation is sweet [Bleek] Whole game tighter now [Jay-Z] Movin a brick a week [Bleek] Plus a nigga price is down [Jay-Z] We them niggaz to see [Bleek] Time to start the arisin now [Jay-Z] I don't know what's wrong with Bleek [Jay-Z] It seems, I'm like Keenan, pickin up on the vibe that he ain't too happy, I could just see it in his eyes I don't know if it's the chicks or how we dividin the loot Time to pay his ass a visit 'fore he decide to get cute Jumped out like a star with the flavest car Matchin the gator shirt, softer than my next door neighbors These young niggaz think I fell out the loop cause the last time they seen me hoppin, out the Coupe I hopped out in a suit [Memphis Bleek] Look at this nigga Jay frontin tryin to take my shine I didn't say this verbally, just had some shit on my mind Plus I'm puffin like an ounce, more than I used to puff Takin advice from these niggaz but they ain't used to stuff They had me thinkin, "Shit, I'm the one that moved the stuff while he drive around town in brand new Coupe's and stufF" Swear to God, they had me practically hatin his guts As he approached I spoke, "Jigga whattup?" Chorus: Memphis Bleek I done came up (uhh) put my life on the line (uhh) Soaked the game up (yeah) now it's my time to shine Time to change up (what?) no more second in line Nine-eight, these streets is mine (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh) [Jay-Z] Look at that fake smile he just gave me, it's breakin my heart Should I school him or pull the tools out and just break him apart I felt his hatred it was harsh, 'fore this fakin shit start I should take him in back of the building and blaze him [Memphis Bleek] Uh-oh, this nigga Jay he ain't slow, he musta picked up on the vibe and had I, not been so high I woulda been able to hide Tried to cover up myself, as I gave him a five Hugged him, as if I loved him [Jay-Z] To the naked eye It woulda seemed we was the closest, but to those that know us could see that somethin was about to go down [Memphis Bleek] Stay focused I'm tryin to concentrate, but it's like he's reading my mind As if he can see through this fog and all this weed in my mind Could he see I had plans on, bein the man Ever since we first spoke and he put that G in my hand And I gave it back to show him, I was down for the cause As he approached ("Whattup Bleek?") and I paused.. Chorus: Memphis Bleek, Jay-Z I done came up (uhh) put my life on the line (uhh) Soaked the game up (yeah) now it's my time to shine Time to change up (what?) no more second in line Nine-eight, these streets is mine Yeah, you done came up (uhh) put your life on the line (uhh) Soaked the game up (yeah) now it's yo' time to shine Time to change up, no more second in line [Bleek] Nine-eight, these streets is mine [Jay-Z] Right, yo we wild out in Vegas, styled on haters Mouthed off at the cops, outta cranberry drops Copped whips the same color, we tighter than brothers with different fathers but same mothers, this life don't love us So til death do us, I'm never breakin my bond Nigga we Lex movers, V-12 pushers [Memphis Bleek] As I stand One leg of my pants up, in a stance like, "And what?" I know these niggaz is feedin' my mind cancer But at times the answer Seems mind-blowin, this weed and Hennesey Got my mind goin, trust me nigga, I'm knowin Chicks used to ignore me, and my aunt sayin I need fifty not sixty-forty [Jay-Z] Oh God, don't let him control y'all Your gun is my gun, your clip is my clip baby [Memphis Bleek] Your fun is my fun (uh-huh) your bitch is my bitch Any nigga tryin to harm Jay I'm feelin for you I ain't only touchin you, I'm killin your crew [Jay-Z] Give it a year, you'll be sittin on a million or two records sold nigga, perfect your roll, geyeah Chorus: Memphis Bleek I done came up (came up) put my life on the line Soaked the game up (game up) now it's my time to shine Time to change up (change up) no more second in line Nine-eight, these streets is mine (what, geyeah geyeah) I done came up (came up) put my life on the line Soaked the game up (game up) now it's my time to shine Time to change up (change up) no more second in line Nine-eight, these streets is mine [Jay-Z] Yeah, you done came up (uhh) put your life on the line (uhh) Soaked the game up (yeah) now it's yo' time to shine Time to change up, no more second in line Yeah, yeah Coming of Age Two, brand new |
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from Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt (1996)
[Jay-Z]
Geyeah, y'all nigaas finished yo Is y'all niggas finished Got your little radio play your little BDS, huh You finished nigga, huh huh, y'all finished Can I live, huh Can I live, Joe your bein' stingy with the music bin yo [Jay-Z] Yo, yo...yo, I blacks out, I pulls the mack out Scream "Whats that about," then I clap out I get my plot on, in my drop on Through the rotten, dont even hate on those who hate me I got popped on, feelin' it (feelin' it) Chickens are ice grillin' it Cops pullin' it over, Jigga react militant Speed off, officer told me to turn the beat off I turned it a level higher, then return the devils fire I'm raised different, reactin' situations Niggas lay stiff and, rookies blame it on the age difference My subliminal flows create criminal O's Sing along if you with me, til the end of the road I'm cynical when in the view of the public And this is because, I'm defensive when I'm in interviews The percentage who dont understand is higher than the percentage who do Check yourself, what percentage is you? Can I live For all my niggas with all white airforce ones and black guns, stack ones yo Can I live For all my chicks, pigeons, hoes stand bow legged like the bulldog, know what I mean, huh? Can I live To all the ce-lo champs, two green dice and one red stop the bank and roll heads yo Can I live To all my niggas who drink hennesy straight, cop mix tapes, and sell weight niggas [Jay-Z] I got the feds sending me letters 'cause Im schooling the youth But they cant lock me down 'cause my tool is the truth Yeah I sold drugs for a living, thats a given Why is it? why dont y'all try to visit the neighboorhoods I lived in My mind been through hell, my neighborhood is crime central Where cops lock you more than try to defend you I push you to the limit when I'm needing the wealth And all I see is life cycle just repeatin' itself Ran into shorty boppin' down the ave On his way to clockin' mad then He proceeded to show me a block of slab and said [Memphis Bleek] Aiyyo theres money I there I just gotta have When I catch up to these feinds Im'a knock 'em on they ass Not to brag, sometimes I look at life and laugh How I think about school and it taught me not a ??? When I backed out, let one one, let the barrel turn Holla at you faggots that its my block to burn That credit you dead it, I know heads gettin' annoyed and knew all About a dope feind before reading donald goings Flipping boying, using the right cut One thing thats f**ked up is bad dope that I cant pump This slab gotta re-up and rebag, blend it in with the raw Bubble it fast cop more, once I get it I got it I lock it Nobody pop shit, selling twenties on my block bitch For some blacktop shit What you want nigga, what you want nigga What you want, what you want nigga Can I live... To all my niggas that hold coke and they bubble coat Tryin' to win in the construction Timbs yo Can I live... Yo USA, all my chicks that strip, boo's, go to the store with the dewey pins still in All my chicks with the credit card scams, two kids, one job, and no man All my chicks gettin' that washing set with their welfare check All the mommies dame besa, alright? All my niggas rockin' them fifty cats, tryin' to get at this rap Know what I mean? All my cats with open cases, big cars, and no licenses, I like that shit, I'll see y'all All my niggas at St. Pauls after they say some f**ked up shit Rock on and uh, Jigga shit, Rockafella forever yo Uhh, Major Coins, yeah, uhh huh Memph Bleek nigga |
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from Thicker Than Water (1999)
[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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