[Hook]
Memph Bleek is murder
Memph Bleek is drugs
Memph Bleek is money
Memph Bleek is money holder, shot caller, blunt smoker, hot roller (2x)
[Verse 1]
Memph Bleek where the hoes at?
B where the dough at
Trees, yo I blow that
G's and I hold that
Guns yo I tote that
O's, sold that
Blow Niggas for stuntin
Fuck ya'll frontin!
The war you could get that
Spit till I sip caps
Guns never sit back
Money, I'ma get that
For mine I don't play ya'll
Bleek still the same ya'll
Aim the rod, then I blaze your squad
All the hoes, roll the weed up
You know that its G's up
Roll till you eat some
I flow for the 3 some
Chickens I don't need them
Snitchis I'ma see them
Meet them with the guns, and heat em with the ones
If you feel that you die proof, .45 proof
I'll find where they hide you, outline you
You Niggas know the name and my bitches know the game
I'm in it for life, and want all ya'll to say
Money, drugs, murder, for life what you think ya'll ?
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
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
Raw got it jimed up, Accord got it rimed up
Roll with the dog on top is where you end up
Ride in the hot whip
Live in the hot cribs
Spend what you got miss
I'ma about that hot shit
Bitches give me brain now
Bleek do his thing now
Eat him most the same now
Creep in the game now
Lay up with the right bird
Me I'm tryin to slice birds
Trying to fold somethin
You dyin to hold somethin
I'm high, roll somethin
You die if you know somethin
And break me off with some of them O's or somethin
The M-E-M-P-H man
Memph Bleek don't play
We all gotta eat, Swizz Beats make em say
Money, drugs, murder for life what you think ya'll?
[Hook] (repeated till end)
[Jay-Z]
R-O-C
Memph Bleek do it again
Jigga man, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Missy, sho' nuff
[Memphis Bleek]
Yo check it now, yo, yo
Watch y'alls eyes
I ain't gonna lie
What I look like turnin' down ?
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 like the way the white wife beat fit me
M-dot, him hot, them not
(That's gangsta)
[Missy]
Oh is that your bitch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your bitch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your bitch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your bitch?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch
[Jay-Z]
Uh, 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 be 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 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've been chosen man
Jigga man, ice burg with the frozen hands
? don't make it frozen man
[Missy]
Oh is that your bitch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your bitch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your bitch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your bitch?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch
[Memphis Bleek]
Yo how dumb the pimp?
I heard he bought a new five
Maybe a six
Copped that for his new down bitch
And I was digging that down since '96
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 ?
?, 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, fuck a slut too
[Missy]
Oh is that your bitch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your bitch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your bitch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your bitch?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch
Oh is that your bitch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your bitch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your bitch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your bitch?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch
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
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
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 I'm still moving
With the canners g for the money there no problem
Pleanin the asanding
Yo, Never put the heat down creep without a Three pound
Roll deep now speak with a street sound who fuckin with bleek
Now Seeind me dom't eat how I take from the fradout I'm looking
Pass trial blast out if they ever rush the crackhouse throw the
Stash out blow the spot pull a pathout leave no evedince
Gettin caught that arellvne sittn in the system with some drugs I
Can't settle it my belly full now so I went thorough hood now,
Look good now old beef is cook now in other words shook now I
Put my thing down bleek still aim wild and slang vows I remain brave
Child thorough a bangout smoke and hangout I duck thevies and play
Cops game ,hot bubble hard jungle scar them cat mving the cocaine I went
The thug route my eight the snug route ten in my truckout old
Drum I bluff out no gun in curse words got you niggas cause
I heard heard and its first I'm a cat who get my money right
cause ain't fun in life If you runnin I'm runnin lite in the bslck v
Find a rapper who can match bleek sent him to the brooks (Brooklyn)
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
- [Memphis Bleek]
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 war
(uh-huh)
Nigga betta study your forms
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
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
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
This is all about my days, this is all about my nights, this is all about my pain, this is all about my life
yo, i got my first week about the age of 14, my brother fighting the case his bill was 14, me still hustling,
school not going, clothes started changing, money started showing, my right hand was O, and every hoe we know she represent
us through the ghetto and every hood we know, yeah he put me on to that traffic, though the money was average i ai'nt care i
learned to handle that package then a body dropped, O locked for a minute tha squad it neva died i was left to represent it
took a nigga out his crib, his name i ainn't gon' mention it, i know this hit home, i know this nigga listening, cuz we was
tighter than brothers, where did the love go, i called your mother my momz dawg i let tha love show, this is supposed to be
us, u was supposed to have the next verse dawg this is supposed to be us and u know i taught u tha streets taught u tha
pitchens, i gave u that gear, got u all tha bitches, i neva think u would've crossed me dawg, u back me down in tha corner
get em off me dawg, now i see exactly where we went wrong, when i spin through the hood, and i see him i keep it going, now
the ghetto looking at me like i changed, but i'm still that regular nigga i'm stil tha same
(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 Tzu, so whatever son do
I do better, more lyrics, way more cheddar
Catch me if you can, I'm the gingerbread man
Keep pumpin em up make me injure bre-thren
Niggas is tryna capitalize of Hov
Like I don't realize, I see the demons inside of they souls
Niggas is dreamin to sell what I sold
Fuckers is fiendin to held what I hold
I just know what I know, they respect me all across the globe
Although, I'm from
I'm from murder, murder Marcyville
My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will
South Philly motherfucka kill at will
Bet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)
Murder murder, Marcyville
My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will
My nigga South Philly motherfucka kill at will
Bet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)
Uh, uh huh, yea, yo, yo
It ain't nothin to double clips, trust the fifth could be toss
Niggas poppin their shit, they startin ta piss me off
Bitches and bitch niggas tryna ride against homie
So fuck them and the Originator of Sophie
The gat spit rapid, duel actions
Look I'm nice with the fifth the moments when you bastard get sick
I'm from the ghetto is turf where the metal do work
My ER eight grade, they had the errors since birth
Me and the God spittin, you know police come chalk ya
It's like you peep this and I'm the young A. Walker
Fuck it, I'm ridin with Sig, you niggas is sweet
Collidin with Cam and I'm throwin with Free
Geda K's the co-d, young boss
Until we State Property, we spit in the Taurus
Fuck it, H in the pen, huh
You know we bang where we from nigga, H to the pen
It's nothin
I'm from murder, murder Marcyville
My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will
South Philly motherfucka kill at will
Bet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)
Yea, murder murder, Marcyville
My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will
My nigga South Philly motherfucka kill at will
Bet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)
Aiyyo the South Philly motherfucka kill at will
I keep my Mack Milly chilly chill
You niggas' gay like that for real
I move yay all day for real
Boss's plaque, check the status for real
Balls splat, you will lay in the ground for real
All day I'ma ammo for real
Clip shape like bananas for real
Guerilla warfare hittin the field
Six saw head splittin your grill
New issue, or I might grip the Uz pistol
Do more than bruise tissues
Crack bone marrow, lose grisel
Sit you down in a chair for real
Forever you'll wheel around for real
Listen boy, I get it down for real
I clutch pound for real
When I ball you touch down for real
Correct tar, Brett Farve, hecklaw
Cops send shots down your field
Tell
leave the town for real
I'm from murder, murder Marcyville
My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will
South Philly motherfucka kill at will
Bet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)
Yea, murder murder, Marcyville
My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will
My nigga South Philly motherfucka kill at will
[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, ice burg with the frozen hands
Wedding bells don't make it rosie man
[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)
[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 ridah
[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
[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
[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?
[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
typed by LudaKri$
[Memphis bleek]
ugh huh
M-e-m-p-h-i-s, i reps, i get cheque, i blaze tecs
fuck, come on
yea get yo guns nigga
streets is mine
nine nine
thugged out, part 2
[Verse1]
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
This is not a joke now, I'm serious, you feel it in the voice
Don't make me fill this gun up and leave a nigga moist
I'm a get-by criminal, you hear my material
I'm Bed-Sty born, my next stop, gone
Nine trey, shit I had ta run thru my P.J's, cracked floor to nine four
Till the gatz blow and put the snakes where the ratz go
And I shut down shops, cuz I'm burnt
This block is on fire, shit's on fire, shit, you can't call me a liar
Take a look at my rims that bring out my tires
Mufucka
[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
[Verse 3]
Check it out, Yo
Yo, who don't believe me?
Garantueed to be PG
Young niggaz, yo momz won't let you see Bleek
I'm too explicit, if I talk it, I live it
So you lil niggaz listen, we play our position
I travel light and carry big heat
Roll deep? Neva, It's nine-nine so whatever
Don't never play Bleek, my squad'll harm you
Send a bunch of arab cabbies thru to bomb you
I smoke dub-sacks, used to fuck thug rats
Now I sitn in the section of bitches above that
Where my thug niggaz, slug niggaz, tear da club niggaz
My €œ I don't give a FUCK €? niggaz
It's no love niggaz
[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
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
is you a thug nigga?
bust a slug nigga
its no love nigga
what nigga? what nigga?
thugged out
memphis bleek, yea
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
Of that white down in my hood, I can finish it by the mornin
Re-up by noon, re-kick at night
Half these dudes doing bids couldn't live my life
And you youngn's in the hood wanna be like P
Cause every new gat I cop it begin wit a P
Like, P-89 you niggas' P-92 shit
You know how dudes "This Proof ain't for that bullshit"
And these hoes wanna roll wit a G
But once I hit 'em wit that G, I have totin the P, cause!
Yo I hear 'em callin, and every city I travel
Hoes get at 'em when they see a nigga ballin
Keep the steel wit me, couple of killas from the hood
Who blew bail, but still they keep it real wit me
We ride out (and?) we find out (where?)
Your little address (and?) blow out your hideout (yeah)
Who want war? hoes they tellin me "E's you ain't right"
Like this year I'm gon go South Pole
This for them haters think I'm slippin, I ain't
When I find 'em hiding I tie 'em, they be missin like weight
But wait, lil nigga don't be missin my point
I don't miss when I point, niggas get killed off point
And you see, I school a little you, forfeit the game
I was young, just like 'em, Jay taught me the same
But I see he hard headed, told em stay in his lane
Cause them OG's home and they layin wit K's cause
Nigga.. pass the weed and hennessy I hear it callin
Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin
We ballin - ready for war and
Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin
Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin
Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin
We ballin - pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin
We ballin - ready for war and
Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin
That's right, Up front and personal
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?
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 Ñem 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
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?
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?
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)
Know niggas ain't frontin like i'm a clown or sumthin
Like I don't get down or sumthin
Like I don't tote a 4 pound of sumthin
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 you base ya life on
I guess i ain't the reason you got that ice on
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 do ya joint go?
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 it.....ILL!!
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?
Ever Since I Was A Little Kid I Wanted To Be Part Of Roc-a-Fella
I Mean For Me It Was Bigger Than Being President Of The United States
To Me It Meant Being Somebody In A Neighborhood That Was Full Of Nobodys
They Weren't Like Anyboddy Else I Mean They Did What Ever They Wanted
They Could Double Park In Front Of A Hydrant Nobody Ever Bothered Giving Them A Ticket In The Summer When They Shot Dice All Night Nobody Ever Botherd Calling The Cops I Mean To Us Living The Way Was Nuts To Us Those Goodie-Good People Who Work Shitie Jobs For Bumb Paychecks Worring About Their Bills Taking A Subway To Work Everyday Were Dead I Mean They Were Suckers They Had No Balls If We Wanted Something We Just Took It If Anybody Complained Twice They Would Get Hit So Bad They Would Never Complain Again It Was Just Our Routine We Never Even Throught Twice About It Okay Are We Loaded
[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, ice burg with the frozen hands
Wedding bells don't make it rosie man
[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)
[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 ridah
[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
[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
[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?
[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
(feat. Freeway)
(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 dont want no part of me, Bitches they wana roll up roll out
Sit in the Ferrari, Breeze through Marcy YUP!
They know im gangsta in every way YUP!
I keep it gangsta, tech on me everyday BUT!
P-Game, how i lean to hit it, dont act right,
i got to leave these bitches you know!
I chase bread dog, im after the spread dog
the least you could do is give a nigga a lil' head dog!
Parked by marcy, this two door Ferrari
Cant believe mami's a Nani, POOnani
But i guess she dont listen, so ima slut her like a ghost in the hole,
Missing the track HUH!
And im a P I M P fo' sho rap ROC NYC for short
(Freeway)
F R 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 wont 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
Y'all HATE freeway, scared when you see the freeway
But you wanna 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, cmon!
(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 cmon!
VVerse 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, theres some ofa's sittin low and my dogs
know who all of us are, we sit low in the cars
Aint no bitches wanna roll, they say im 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 im tryin'a see whats up WIT you
Introduce you to the pimp and the playas
aint no playin cuz im a gangsta, i dont fuck with them hatas,
and basic, hatin is the part i Ain't feelin
ho's wanna fuck, cuz there's shit that im 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, im fucking wit hoes, they dont gimme face shit!
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 Öv
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
And 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
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 SUVÒs
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 coÒds
Wanna know if I get low my company
Do I got chrome
Nigger donÒt 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
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
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
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)
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
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 ridah
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
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
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
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
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
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?
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?
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
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
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
To stay alive in New York City
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 here
If you corner who you know you can get it for the low down here
From - nickels to birds, you can get it flipped and served
For talkin too much, be for certain, them niggaz workin
You can buy it, from the cops down here
You know who sweat it down here, bitch it's so Crip round here
So many bitches out there, snitchin round here
That's why every summer, bitches be missin round here
I roll wit - straight killers, thug niggaz, and drug dealers
And if they ridin wit me, best believe them my niggaz
As for you bitches, forget about it
See the head was tremendous, but this dick - is strickly business
I'll be thuggin forever, see I'ma fighter, not a lover
I'm a hit-and-run-it, cold-blooded, motherfucka
But the hoes, they don't care down here
They be - suckin and fuckin all year down here
They be heavy on the pill, down here
Got mo' than that what the motherfuckin meal down here
Oh yeah, I know you prolly never known, round here
It get hotter then the body, get the wrong idea
It's just Caprice's, and Impala's sittin on chrome down here
Brawls and ballin, ain't all that's goin on round here
Young killers tote pistols, like they grown down here
Them young niggaz similar to King Kong, round here
A pocket full of stones, would get you on down here
So dope boy, keep ya drops like the song round here
Hey it ain't safe for the faker walkin home round here
Hey, the hell what we know if you ain't know round here
You say the wrong thang, will get ya back blown round here
The gangsta's rep they hood, by the zone round here
Get a hole in ya dome, bout ya rims down here
24's make them dubs, look like 10 down here
I'm where it is, and the biz is for us rappers round here
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
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......
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
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
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 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...
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 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
So hop in, I pull off like toupes
And the only thing I rock on my hip that's two ways
My bitch, my beeper, Bleek keep two heaters
Still peeling the city with two seaters
And you know how I does it while I'm doin it
Black coupin it bitch, I keep two in it
Look here, I live wild like Q cousin +Day-Day+
Anytime I want, I take they K
+Next Friday+ till November
Stay two more weeks I'll be home in December
You know I move like that
The game all mad cause I'm back with my tool like that
I'm in that big body truck
That I whip through the sky like I don't give a fuck
Got trucks with drivers, cars low mileage
Just copped it, I drove it and parked it
Truthfully thats my Sunday wheel
And your wife, real nice, she my Sunday feel nigga!
I got one day for her still ok for her
But by sunrise, I throwed her one high
You know I'm up and out
Hit the brake clutch throw it in first, pull out easy gone
Yeah, what y'all niggas want?
Street shit,Memph Bleek shit,Ja Rule
ya heard nigga
-[Chorus (Ja Rule) 2x's]
Nigga's live with it money,drugs and murda for life
Bitches deal with it,only lovin' them hoes for the night
if you feelin' it,get high it's all right.But you can't get it
till the day, ride em' high
Yo, you can holla at the dog
Haters want to see me fall
Bitches want to see me ball
Killers they don't want to see me at all
If I wasn't rolling with the roc
Would you nigga's pass roc,
Yeah birds, or flash glocks
I walk around with two mac's,razors,and ice picks
Just cause' you nigga's want to see me hurtin' like them
It's all about the benjamins,money,cash,hoes
livin' through this shit i'm in,nigga stack dough
Street scholar, eight-figga nigga, white collar gat
Ain't the M-E-M-P-H man,bitch holla back
I'm a creature smokin' on hate since it was reefer
Drug ass flow, like I've been cuffed with Eta
Mark ass nigga don't want parts of this nigga
Spark with this nigga, blaze bark with this nigga
Me and Ja Rule fuckin' you hoes is what these guys do
Ain't the type to buy you,mommy how are you?
Slide cock inside you supply you, with ten bitches times two
I'm a motherfucking animal
-[Same chorus with different wording - 2x's]
Nigga's live with money,drugs,and murda for life
Bitches deal with it,only lovin' them hoes for the night
If your feelin' get high it's all right
Nigga's can't get it to the day ride em' high
Fuck, the world cause it ain't quite ready for me
I'm livin' my life niggas take a look at these eyes witness What it's like to
be real nigga's
Guns,drugs,hot slugs,coke rugs
Want some, get some, bad enough, pop some, nigga
Fuck around with Ja and may get hit up
Tearing your whole clique up, then we clip up
Nigga that's what the murder, Nigga that's us
What the fuck? Is you ready to die right now Nigga?
Make you feel my style nigga
Growin' up with wild Brooklon and Queens L niggas
Hit em, any nigga that breathe room reel em wit' hot ones Ain't no nigga like
me, who you ridin' with?
Rollin' nothing but hot shit,yo' bitch my bitch
Only difference is bitches on my dick, blow dick
How Icock spread it, hoes love that shit
You sel-a-bid I turn you in to the freakyist bitch
Have you topless ,dancing in bars naked for dollars
Y'all bitches know how my style is, always in some foul shit
RULE bitch let the world know when I spit
Nothing but the murderous ,live with it
Yo,Yo,Yo Holla what you think of that?
Bitch where we freakin' at?
Bum chicken I don't speak to that
Fly mama i'll creep with that
Live with it,lick and hit it, don't stop, get it get it
Don't trick it, bitch would you FUCK with it?
Brooklon and Queens(it's murda)yo it means mo' killas
(it's murda)mo' guns, mo'drugs,mo' real ass nigga's
Holla, don't give a fuck dolla's
Nigga's what you want get it crump blazed stump
What the fuck y'all want nigga?
None of me cause' i hit em' with too much style
In my energy, got nigga's creating little me's
I'm a lot game squeeze
Knowing it's my time if I leave and breathe
Nigga's hatin' on mines i'm a nightmare
Nigga's better prepare to die and deal with
Ja hollering murda for life
Uh,uh,yeah nigga
Ja Rule
Memph Bleek
Holla Back
Roc-A-Fella
It's murda,it's murda
Uh,uh
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 treble 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 hypnotic
My flow is like hypnotic hypnotic hypnotic
The flow is like hypnotic hypnotic hypnotic
My flow is like hypnotic hypnotic hypnotic
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
You start where you end, you end where you start
I am the light of the situation I over shine 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
Let me spit at you, show you how to move with no vehicle
Come through your speakers into your ear, end up in paragraphs
Tellin' your man of what you hear
'Cuz, spit it I often roll it tighter than chronic
Styles versatile meanwhile it's hypnotic
Hypnotic hypnotic hypnotic
My style is just hypnotic hypnotic hypnotic hypnotic
My style is just hypnotic hypnotic hypnotic hypnotic
My style is just hypnotic hypnotic hypnotic hypnotic
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 lizard
Desert feeds worm, worm feeds falcon, falcon feeds man
Only the strong survive, so if you along for the ride
Strap your boots and leave your thongs inside
We experience turbulence in urban environments daily
Rarely it's acquired 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 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, hypnotic, hypnotic
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
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
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
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
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
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
We them hustlers
And that's who ya'll know
We get low, get dough
Flip gold for sho'
We them gangstas
And that's who we be
We got cheese
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
And the death of my mother you'd probably think I'm crazy as fuck
Rumor has it that I' m half past the seventh hour
Naw nigga I'm a quarter to eight, M.O.P.!
Now let me clear this up for you youngun, Bill still comin
The Ville still gunnnin (St- tuh tuh tuh tuh tuh!!!)
Runnin I come from the Browns where niggas don't play fair
It's no love lost cuz it was never none there
Put me in a position to blast
I'll pop you and drop you, where they be fishin for bass
So once you ramblin, take you, drape you, and break you to small pieces
And FedEx your fingers to one of your nieces
We hold fort, we don't give a fuck about you
Ask them bouncers we'll stomp the shit out you
Bill's, not concerned wit a turn and it's the shine
Cuz every step along the line I'ma take mine, nigga
In '87, I started my career
I'll jump back, (clap!) and get it goin this year
I live my life, in crime time bitch
Yea(uh huh)
What they want god?
Niggaz know the deal here
It's real...yea
I was told Óget moneyÔ, 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
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
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...
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
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....
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?
Dear Summer, I know you gon' 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 niggaz act up, I pick the gun up
Niggaz back up, they know I'm not no fronter
I don't talk shit, I just flip it, 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 sometime 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 Pulitz'
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 niggaz 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 zone
You gon' make that boy Hov put your name in a song
If you that hungry for fame, motherfucker, c'mon
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 Schultz
You pass the dutchie, I blast you, trust me
Niggaz 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 niggaz that blast for me, 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
Yo yo
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 hac(?) indica, 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
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
Briefs!?
Yo, look I'm the best rapper not discovered
The other people raps is weak
How dey get discovered, ya can't fuck wit me
Everybody know me, I'm hype to tha D
Hangin' with the R O C, we in the place to be
Chillin' in the back of the club, popin' bub
When my spinnaz keep spinnin' all the
Ladies show me love I'm here to takeover
I was originally suppose to replace hova
Not slim thug , east cost rappers weak
They can't hang with me, B hype, D tha name
Fuck all y'all lames, I was sent to take ya fame
And change the game yo, I can spit a verse
But if these wack ass rappers stay in the game
This shit is gonna get worse one day I'm a make it big
I'm the best and this goes down to all my niggz, ohh
We pull up in them big boy trucks, big boy drops
We be the only young boys that the big boys watch
Neef and C official like a ref wit a whistle
Protect shit a nickel, it's death on a whistle
Lose breath when I hit you, your best bet is to get through
Fuck outta the lane I'm much outta my pain
The stronger the game is quicker, live by the code fool
Dinner time cold food, aim is sicker, much faster, blast ya
Tearin' ya niggaz, we don't discriminate
Hoes get the same as niggaz, comin' straight
Out the north of death we give a fuck about a level
We extort the best, who's the boss, nigga?
I came to set it off, came to jump off
Nigga, I came to set a nine off
Maybe, a A.K., I ain't here to play
I just want to have it my way
I don't face no fear, I'm the rapper of the year
So respect me, nigga
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, blah
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 skeet 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
Time to set it off, nigga
Time to set it off, nigga
Time to set it off, nigga
Time to set it off, nigga
Time to set it off, nigga
Yo, check it, 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, Memph Bleek, yeah, right
Do that one , two, y'all there go the last call
I'm a ghetto nigga, hand always on my trigga
Now look all these, niggaz think they dat nigga
Well, you know, what I came for, ohh?
Time to set it off, nigga
Time to set it off, nigga
Time to set it off, nigga
Time to set it off, nigga
Time to set it off, nigga
Yessuh, y'all know, who the next up
Hopping out them thangs wit the fresh cuts, fresh, come on
Watch right, nice bright, fin to do the rest up
This that knock, wit Swizz and the gunnaz connect up
Big homie president, y'all can hang the rest up
Yessuh, it's me, N E double to F up
Young gunz, nigga indeed, double your bets up
We double them tecs up, we silence the violence
Nigga, you fucked if you messed up
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
I'm so rich that I'm sittin' on the lock
Me and the Roc be switchin' lanes in
The maybach , nigga, I'm hot ain't fake
Ya raps is fake so do the jump off then nigga set it off
Time to set it off, nigga
Time to set it off, nigga
Time to set it off, nigga
Time to set it off, nigga
Time to set it off, nigga
(feat. Rihanna)
[Memphis Bleek Intro]
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
[Chorus: Rihanna w/ Bleek ad-libs]
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!
[Verse 1: Memphis Bleek]
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
[Chorus: Rihanna w/ Bleek ad-libs]
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!
[Verse 2: Memphis Bleek]
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
[Chorus: Rihanna w/ Bleek ad-libs]
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!
[Verse 3: Memphis Bleek]
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
[Chorus: Rihanna w/ Bleek ad-libs]
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!
[Outro: (Rihanna) & M. Bleek]
(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!
Do you know what time it 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? Tell me do ya know?
Do you know what time it is? Swizzy!
[Verse 1: Memphis Bleek]
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, keep it gully, where my niggaz at?
Stuntin its nothin, I'm pushin somethin new every day
Back on the grind, keep easy on ya mind
I'm one of a kind, the tops the bottom line
[Hook]
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
[Verse 2: Memphis Bleek]
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 least 4 gon' fall back
Dude stop frontin, problems, you don't want that
9 MM hollows I does that
When it comes to gettin paper my life stack
Hoes I want, dudes gon' wife that
Then I go expose'm n show'm thats how we live
Mami know we holdin cause 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
[Hook]
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
[Verse 3: Memphis Bleek]
You kno 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 Matrix when 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
[Hook]
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
[Voice Singing:]
and if the summer only knew
that she was losing a friend
and a lover too
maybe she'd turn him away
Yo [Incomprehensible]
I love, love that thing you do
And I can't get my eyes, my mind off you, I'm infatuated
And you're my baby, and you complete me
Your number, I'll call you 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 'cause I drive big cars
Gettin' 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 ya all
She was bad, I didn't call, I'm a day in ya 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 shake 'em
But, I put a holla to her, I spit 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 with the things I do
But that's between me and you
And I don't really phone 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 can't get my eyes, my mind off you, I'm infatuated
And you're my baby, and you complete me
Your number, I'll call you and maybe we can hook up later
And keep it gangster
Everyday I'm on the grind, but my mind's on you all the time
And I scoop you like a soldier 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 it's cool and quiet at night
It ain't no young'ns who supplyin' the white, right
But that's a different story, let's get back to the night
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 flyest a little youngin could be, be
And you'll see with us together, it's money, diamonds, whatever
Little momma is you ridin' 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 can't get my eyes, my mind off you, I'm infatuated
And you're my baby, and you complete me
Your number, I'll call you 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 tight, 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 fiend need fix
Every G, need a down ass chick, to click, that's sick
I love, love that thing you do
And I can't get my eyes, my mind off you, I'm infatuated
And you're my baby, and you complete me
Your number, I'll call you, and maybe we can hook up later
And keep it gangster
I love, love that thing you do
And I can't get my eyes, my mind off you, I'm infatuated
And you're my baby, and you complete me
Your number, I'll call you and maybe we can hook up later
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 tonight so when they ask you
Say you never seen us (bitch)
Then me and murder get ghost in the convertable
We just came from fat burger we full
Thats how we do it in LA from marcy to crenshaw
The girls all balls huhhh
When your additude is gone
You can hit me on my phone
And maybe ill come get you
Get up and take you home
Girl dont take too long
Just liek a dog i like to rome
So when you need some dick
Hit me on the hip and ill do you that favor
Listen, anytime you need me just holla
Ill only hit it if its tight and its propa
The snatch ups no problem
Both of that head drop fitted caps
Now a days they gotta
You get it snatched you neva get it back
Somethin just aint right you must aint kill it right
But, go ahead love just enjoy your night
Get your man off your mind
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 donÒt 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 donÒt 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
ThatÒs 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
I let her drive the V
She's my pretty young thing
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
My pretty young thing
Let her ride with me
She's my pretty young thing
Rap or robbery
My pretty young thing
Yeah she's my down ass bitch
Ay yo I ride for my lady
Die for my lady
Hold my 380 baby
This what the game made me
ImÒa 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
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 down ass 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
My pretty young thing
She's my gangsta bitch
Ride with me my pretty young thing
Let her my pretty young thing
Let her my pretty young thing
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)
I gets high (high)
Rollin' down the I95
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 I95
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 I95
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
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
I gets high
Holla at the I95
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 I95 (5)
G'yeah niggas
Y'all know
Holla at me (understand this now, we out, One)
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
My new bitches wanna suck a nigga dry
P*ssy ass nigga acting like they wanna ride
And say it ain’t no problem tell em let’s make it
They say the truth hurts what about the naked one
Bad bitches always try to get mad when you .. shoot em back in the ..
I’ma about my pray I’m all bout my ray
You love .. you had it I’m just .. get some hey
And i love the shopping blumies
Let us in the bitch to bring my nigga up some loonies
My shawty love them booties just to keep the feed out
Police trailer than nigga i still on put the weed out
I’m dying it lots of .. on that bullshit two see the .. the blick
And that .. shit turn nine eleven buff feet nine eleven
.. nine eleven they say Jesus somebody .. a reverend
Tell em grate for a nigga them verse just the wind let em lay for a nigga
Bitches let em .. my nigga they f*ck all night
They wanna stay my nigga
Real nigga shit no we ain’t on that and I’m on the ..
shawty you could meet me where my door at
and i’ma holla back hoe she my piece of candy
my now and later hoe
and plus she so sweet she
come scoop me on the wip in the jeep
and then hit me on the henesy call her the one the man border
she freak me, she want me to ..
she said that i’m the best she ever had
she want to have my kid and he the bets
any wife any life and i flip on white night
So pick the nigga who like to ..who travel world
pick em them hoes take em about the two
with the new, with the crew, with the nail two
nigga say they on top they gas they ...or they hide
and big homie told me go in,
we was in the club and we had to look the flow in
i went to the .. you know i like the flow in
some bitches came though and you know that ..rollin
i just took a reckless i just had to get it in
get it all loud and I’m back fallin
heard about the move so you know i out some dough in
heard about the move so we can put some work in
yeah and I’m just speaking how we go down
while young freak speak she just lot of go down
Huh?
Yeah
M-e-m-p-h-i-s Bleek
Y'all punk ass niggaz
Check it out yo
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
Yo check it
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
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
Is you a thug nigga?
Then bust a slug nigga
It's no love nigga(what)
We true thug niggaz(Holla)
Streets is mine, One nine double nine, we shine
Niggaz stack one's act and and catch one
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
This is not a joke now, I'm serious, you feel it in the voice
Don't make me fill this gun up and leave a nigga moist
I'm a get-by criminal, you hear my material
I'm Bed-Sty born, my next stop, gone
Nine trey, shit I had ta run thru my P.J's, cracked floor to nine four
Till the gatz blow and put the snakes where the ratz go
And I shut down shops, cuz I'm burnt
This block is on fire, shit's on fire, shit, you can't call me a liar
Take a look at my rims that bring out my tires
Mufucka
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
Check it out, Yo
Yo, who don't believe me?
Garantueed to be PG
Young niggaz, yo momz won't let you see Bleek
I'm too explicit, if I talk it, I live it
So you lil niggaz listen, we play our position
I travel light and carry big heat
Roll deep? Neva, It's nine-nine so whatever
Don't never play Bleek, my squad'll harm you
Send a bunch of arab cabbies thru to bomb you
I smoke dub-sacks, used to fuck thug rats
Now I sitn in the section of bitches above that
Where my thug niggaz, slug niggaz, tear da club niggaz
My I don't give a FUCK niggaz
It's no love niggaz
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
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
Is you a thug nigga?...
Then bust a slug nigga...
It's no love nigga
M-e-m-p-h Man
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 'cane/caine
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 - round table meeting wit Hov
You want me in the hood still over that stove
Nigga, I got soldiers in Droves
It ain't nothing to a boss we'll go in your clothes nigga
This is - not for children, not for lames
Only for real niggaz that can feel what I'm saying
If it's - too blatant then it's not for you
You do a hit, throw up later, it's not for you
So - just quit you bitch, making me sick
You never pimped you only friendly wit chicks and
I've been away for a minute
Jay beat up the drum now they whinin like women
I'm right back nicca, where you at nicca?
Keep the mac nigga, spit it like that nigga
And I tried to chill, even though
I got to spit everyday like I ain't signed a deal nigga!
Mama's still in the hood, work steel in defense
I got a flow like I'm still on the bench nigga
Got a delivery like Sunday's paper
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 what you leave me to believe
But ya don't understand my life
I took Dre down to South Beach, just to show him what A few ones to do
When you amongst your crew, we living
I never picture I could ever loose him
But I found myself with the thoughts that I'ma loose him
I put the stash up, I'm just trying to save his life
Just moved moms, had to moved her twice... down to Miami
I thank God everyday of my life, that I could provide for my family
Yo..
My brother survive, now everybody's doing fine
I kept my moms away, to let her enjoy life
I wish I could do the same, but I cant theirs work to do
Rent due, there's more work to do
I copped bikes let my niggaz ride them
I copped coupes, let my niggaz drive them
I'm proud to see my niggaz wilding, cause I remember them days
They still vivid of me, huggin the block, young soul committed
When I wrote rhymes dayly
To get my flow up pray one day They whole world could hear me
I love it when the crowd recited every word of it
When they bounce, Let me know that they all a part of it
That two things make me proud of my life
I thought I had it all, but the best give was life
The third ?? I'ma brand new father
Of a Healthy baby boy and its making me work harder
ya'll don't know, ya'll don't know
And I'ma write with that
All this cold nights risking my life
chorus
.. hate on a nagger than mean it
throwing money in the air
there is no reason to save it
lift your glasses .. niggers gonna hate on us
i am the one all the models wanna holler on us
.. to bring my bottles back
as i take my sip i reminiscence the life i have
i throw at myself cause i've made it
from out the basement .. your favorite
gotta admit the shit we're doing is amazing
i am on a a list my ears are to the pavement
i hear the streets talk
they want the bleed talk
.. no i mean my fault
i was on the fame shit i went out to dublin
to drink away this pain shit
everybody saying shit
me i don't explain shit
i don't get emotional
never tried to sing shit
everybody blame shit
i wish i could have changed
but the fact remains the same
it's just a game bitch
toast to the past while we celebrate the new ..
get low kush gang that's the new crew
i am on my own tour ...you thought i was just .. shit
you thought i was .. words just to hear what they sound like
i was trying to tell you nigger what really went down tonight
i am going through a phase life is like a fucking maze
i record in may fuck what the critics say
got lost friends now i am talking to their ghost
my lost friends took the money not their ghost
and niggers hate me i wonder why they feel so
cause i did nothing nigger but what i know
chorus
i take a sip of this champagne
the good life tastes good at your ..
really no .. when you really go hard
you get pops and stars ... cars
kush and balls like ...
you ain't never live it what the fuck are you telling
niggers say i am good cause .. is good
but none of my albums went ..
so .. hooding
look mighty good like a really nagger should
.. while we toast it
hold another .. why would i ever complain
i let the bitches do it for me i just make the money
i don't promote nothing the haters do it for me
and i am the one in the hood .. honestly i can really say fuck you all
but the .. in the matrix
and some of you took the wrong pill
cause these niggers haven't forgot what is real
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
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 one
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 disrespectin' 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 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 HO behind this
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 one
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 violatin' me you gon catch a fuedo
We are partyin' 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 shoppin' 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 HO behind this
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 one
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 HO behind this
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 one
Baby, baby you're the one
Uh, Rihanna y'all, you know, ROC, ROC
Baby, baby, you're the one
ROC, ROC, rock on
Uh, huh, Bink on the production
Y'know, it's another one of those joints
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)
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
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 Ñem say
What you got?
Racks on racks on racks
He got racks on racks on racks
We got racks on racks on raaaaacks
I got I got racks on racks on racks
She got racks on racks on racks
They got racks on racks on racks.
Got campaigne going so strong
Getting brain while I'm talking on da phone
Spend money when ya money's long
Real street nigga no clone
We at da top where we belong
Straight lean, rozay', patron.
In the club hear this song
Racks on racks on racks
He got racks on racks on racks
We got racks on racks on raaaaacks
I got I got racks on racks on racks
She got racks on racks on racks
They got racks on racks on racks
I got stack on top of stacks
I got racks on top of racks
Hit them all when I bust all up
What you... nigger know about that
Got a stash in my trunk …if the cops
Pull me over I got... on top of that
And I... of patrol
I got a girl I am gonna take her home
Let her run down in my crib
Play tag without no clothes
Straight niggers we keep it g
Still got work... middle finger to the...
All my enemies best retried
Lay a nigger down with my mc
... with my back against that wall
All I know... that’s why I am on this song
Got campaigne going so strong
Getting brain while I'm talking on da phone
Spend money when ya money's long
Real street nigga no clone
We at da top where we belong
Straight lean, rozay', patron.
In the club hear this song
Racks on racks on racks
He got racks on racks on racks
We got racks on racks on raaaaacks
I got I got racks on racks on racks
She got racks on racks on racks
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
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
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
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
From stuffing money in sock drawers
To riding on G4’s
Meetings with millionaires
You tell me who sing more
Nigga realer than me, you still in that meths hole
Your feet touching these streets
The fuck is you stressed for?
You niggas glittering bitches
I got the chemist in the kitchen
Putting coke in position
You niggas snitches out here
We make them swim with the fishes
We using bitches as bait,
I know them strippers addicting
Me and my niggas we link,
Back to blowing that stink
We move the shit by the pound
Who gives a fuck what you think
No, I mean, that green, come with everything in between
My jeans, keep a knot in my glock got 16
I ruin dreams if a nigga tryina front
I pinky promise it to you that this ain’t what you want
I bring it a nigga simple and plane
If it ain’t abot the money, then it ain’t about me, hey
I’m rolling the dice, vegas getting rich
Young nigga 16 on the fucking strip
Sinners run the streets, holding guns every day
The hood never forgive, everything is for take
We living life like a dream, this ain’t a fantasy nigga
This shit reality
We fuck bitches like dainty, nigga
I spit it slow, I hope you understanding me nigga
If we don’t kick it that mean
We ain’t a family nigga
I keep it one hund’, you only keep it 60 my nigga
That’s why I never fuck with you, I stay bizy my nigga
And I be moving, like I brought another crib
Matter fact I did, just go buy another crib
Holler at me
I’m real to the core, my g
If it ain’t about the bread then don’t call my g
Any bitch I fuck with, they love to spoil my G
Cause anything they ever wanted, it just cost my g’s
My g, who hold it down like me?
Still rep the roc, those my g’s
You can’t do it like I do it, just admit it
And the day you give it up to a nigga
That’s when I finish you
I’m rolling the dice, 4,5,6
Young nigga in the bricks, tryina get rich
Sinners run the streets, holding guns every day
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
- [Carl Thomas]
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
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
I'm just trying to make it, whoa, yeah, yeah
I'm just tryna do what's right
Get your ones, get your guns
Muthafucker it's on
New millenium, and what?
Bleek re-born
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 you 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 acounts
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'lI 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,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 pinacles 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
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
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)
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
It's money, drugs, and hot slugs
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!
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 strokeI'd have lost all hope now I'm goin' for broke
So my new motto is smoke clear, kiss smoke
When you lose everything you love it's time to grip the snob
The time for talking is done, listen for one
If you got thatweight on you I'll be liftin' you up
Hope you got that aid on you, I ain't givin' a fuck
If God love me, why I'm missin' my bro?
Is God ugly? If ya'll love me, nigga, wish me love
Appetite for destruction, I'm back popping [Incomprehensible] again
Drinkin' 'nac heavy until I'm happy again
Although I get comfort from friends
I won't be truly happy till I see him I again
So until that day I'm goin' out in the blaze
Hope the world forgive me 'coz I lost my way
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
Disappointedly, the craziest things happen
I mean, never knew I'd lose so many people, you know
Such a short time, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm only twenty five, know what I mean?
Lord, it was not even like I was fifteen know what I'm sayin'?
Lost all hopes by fourteen, know what I mean?
[Incomprehensible]
Lot of stress, man, right now
So much [Incomprehensible], yo, it's time, hold your head up [Incomprehensible]
And to my man Lou who just passed, know what I mean?
All this nonsense goin' on in the street
It's just that life we lead know what I'm sayin'
We caught up in it man, but just when you do dirt
Just know you can never clean it up man
There's no such thing as a straight path
I said there's no such thing as a straight path
Unless you come out the womb on a straight path
And if you live, way I live, dog, how long can that last?
When everyday of our life we live more like a task
I said there's no such thing as a straight path
Yo, 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 we 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
You got stress in your life then we smoking tonight
My ladies, gimme a light, ladies, gimme a light, ladies, gimme a light
Niggaz twist something up if you don't give a fuck if the Cali Kush
Got you stuck, my niggaz, gimme a light, niggaz, gimme a light
You got your baby momma beefing with you, better have that reefer
With you, when she finish her speech 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 worked 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 always come through like birth, B
Ten pounds, eight ounces of herb, B
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
You got stress in your life then we smoking tonight
My ladies, gimme a light, ladies, gimme a light, ladies, gimme a light
Niggaz twist something up if you don't give a fuck if the Cali Kush
Got you stuck, my niggaz, gimme a light, niggaz, gimme a light
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 'til the night
Smoke the pain away, chase the rain away
Ya, ya, the president, he gotta legalize it
The governor, he gotta legalize it, mayor, mayor gotta legalize it
Let all my real niggaz 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 'til 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
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
R-O-C
Memph Bleek do it again
Jigga man, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Missy, sho' nuff
Yo check it now, yo
Yo Hov' chose I -- I ain't gonna lie
What I look like turnin down cho-cha?
Drove by, smoked the 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 doin 160?
Ever seen a pair of kicks this crispy
How you like the way the white wifebeat fit me
M-dot, him hot, them not
(That's gangsta)
Oh is that your bitch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your bitch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your bitch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your bitch?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch
Uh, 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 be 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 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've been chosen man
Jigga man, ice burg with the frozen hands
? don't make it frozen man
Oh is that your bitch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your bitch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your bitch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your bitch?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch
Yo.. how dumb the pimp? I heard he trick
Bought a new five, maybe six
Copped that for his new down bitch
And I was diggin that down since '96
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 click you know
Yo 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, fuck a slut too
Oh is that your bitch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your bitch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your bitch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your bitch?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch
Oh is that your bitch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your bitch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your bitch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your bitch?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
In my life
In my life
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
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
In my life
In my life
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
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
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)
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 down, leave you face down
For cashin the bricks, Bleek spray townz, this game of life
You on the line, I'll play foul, better pass the rock
Or jump outta boundz, I get techs in the game
I foul y'all flagrant, hurt y'all severely, you da type that be hatin
Sub Bleek These niggaz guard box time
Let the bench get in the game and spark that side, mufucka
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)
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 to, for the rest of my life
And I can show you what it's like to be in Trini for a night 'cuz (I want to love you)
It's been a long way here, from plan to hallway
To bring us all way here
To the sweets in L.A. or beach M-i-a or chill out pool
Shout out to crib where I lay 'cuz I (love you)
And everyday that pass we gotta live it to it's limit like we live in our last
And we been broke before
It's from the bottom to the top
Wit' this love I never felt before now why
Now I got a love that'll set you free
This is where you oughta be, yeah
Lady clap your hands with me, huh
It's Donell Jones and Memphis Bleek, yeah
So tell your friends you're going out
You know what this is about
Just Blaze!
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 into the greatest
Can't beat us, join us, can't fade us, hate us
Nigga it's nothin, my crew and half dozens
That's cause we scramble, like we Vick's half cousins
Booooy! and get ya mind right nigga
We gon' put you on the news, you want lime light nigga
Channel 2 or Channel 4, you know what 9 like nigga
Groupie men, we put on UPN
One - thug in the club, two - models to go
Three - bottles of Arma', four jars of dro
Five shots to draw, my six hits took off
Seven you make Heaven, or eight - everything's a go!
Mami got that ice in ya drink
Long legs short skirt, what you mean - everything's a go!
My thugs outdie of the club wit Timbs
Nine on ya waist, let's roll we gettin in (Everything's a go!)
Nigga I'm back for, I'm willin to clap boy
You holdin me back for - go!
I - spring into ac-tion, Brooklyn I'm back for
Turn that motherfucker louder
It's the Roc in this motherfucker
Bi-otch!
Oh yeah, bounce, uh uhbounce
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're 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 bitches
Just skeeze bitches
Break up happy homes
Just seize misses
You'll never get her back once you get a yacht
How you love that?
How you love that?
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're still gunnin'
Throw a drink in the air
Let 'em know you still thuggin'
Ay yo back woods rollin'
Rap you can't hold 'em
ROC gear matchin' crews
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 them 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
Do my ladies run this motherfucker?
(Yeah, yeah, come on)
Or do my thugs run this motherfucker?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Come on, 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're still gunnin'
Throw a drink in the air
Let 'em know you still thuggin'
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
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
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!
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
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
Brooklyn we shout,
Kay G nigga, get loud
we out of here, uh uh
Nothing more important than a mula
ain't nothing more important than a mula
you already know what it is my G,
let's get it!
Hook:
Ain't nothing more important than a mula,
Ain't nothing more important than a mula
praise God hallelujah, praise God hallelujah.
Ain't nothing more important than a mula
set my little king he gonna want to be the ruler,
back in the mula, whole click full of them shooters,
and I..prison so I'm screaming hallelujah.
Black nigga selling white call it segregation,
I'm a slave to the whips all of them caucasian
I make that thing go, this niggas you quicker than Jane go
..and do more hard, I might be wait in the pain hoe,
shout out to my bank roll, I show my pockets love,
'cause they hold me down,
you know this broke hoes when they stick me up,
plus I'm on that new shit, you know that beat that do say,
plus I got this game cook, my..you're looking like two flame,
eat nigga, eat nigga, you already know this blick nigga
I go hard in the streets nigga,
you only go hard in tweets nigga,
you do, and your new lady, huh
that's my own bitch, niggas buy a new Mercedes,
but do my own whips.
Now I'm f*cking no biffing nigga,
niggas know I'm straight livin' nigga,
I don't give a f*ck about diesel nigga,
I pull-pull it right through cleavage nigga,
reach your whole ass, running your spot with no mess,
and I wanna meet your boss 'cause I wanna meet your boss
and I wanna give you p**sy niggas out here no pass,
and this money honey, all season nigga,
go against the click, will kill you for that treason nigga,
and name is terms, give me your reason nigga,
we will find out just when you and your bitch be sleeping nigga.
Hook:
Ain't nothing more important than a mula,
Ain't nothing more important than a mula
praise God hallelujah, praise God hallelujah.
Ain't nothing more important than a mula,
Ain't nothing more important than a mula
[Intro]
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
[Verse]
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 'cane/caine
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
[Chorus - repeat 2x]
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!
[Verse]
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 - round table meeting wit Hov
You want me in the hood still over that stove
Nigga, I got soldiers in Droves
It ain't nothing to a boss we'll go in your clothes nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse]
This is - not for children, not for lames
Only for real niggaz that can feel what I'm saying
If it's - too blatant then it's not for you
You do a hit, throw up later, it's not for you
So - just quit you bitch, making me sick
You never pimped you only friendly wit chicks and
I've been away for a minute
Jay beat up the drum now they whinin like women
I'm right back nicca, where you at nicca?
Keep the mac nigga, spit it like that nigga
And I tried to chill, even though
I got to spit everyday like I ain't signed a deal nigga!
Mama's still in the hood, work steel in defense
I got a flow like I'm still on the bench nigga
Got a delivery like Sunday's paper
I lay that down and I get that paper nigga!
(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
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 I'd have lost all hope now I'm goin' for broke
So my new motto is smoke clear, kiss smoke
When you lose everything you love it's time to grip the snob
The time for talking is done, listen for one
If you got that weight on you I'll be liftin' you up
Hope you got that aid on you, I ain't givin' a fuck
If God love me, why I'm missin' my bro?
Is God ugly? If ya'll love me, nigga, wish me love
Appetite for destruction, I'm back popping [Incomprehensible] again
Drinkin' 'nac heavy until I'm happy again
Although I get comfort from friends
I won't be truly happy till I see him I again
So until that day I'm goin' out in the blaze
Hope the world forgive me 'coz I lost my way
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
Disappointedly, the craziest things happen
I mean, never knew I'd lose so many people, you know
Such a short time, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm only twenty five, know what I mean?
Lord, it was not even like I was fifteen know what I'm sayin'?
Lost all hopes by fourteen, know what I mean?
[Incomprehensible]
Lot of stress, man, right now
So much [Incomprehensible], yo, it's time, hold your head up [Incomprehensible]
And to my man Lou who just passed, know what I mean?
All this nonsense goin' on in the street
It's just that life we lead know what I'm sayin'
We caught up in it man, but just when you do dirt
Just know you can never clean it up man
There's no such thing as a straight path
I said there's no such thing as a straight path
Unless you come out the womb on a straight path
And if you live, way I live, dog, how long can that last?
When everyday of our life we live more like a task
I said there's no such thing as a straight path
[repeat 3X]
To stick a nigga with -- ryde or die
It's just as easy as -- one two three
Geah, to stick a nigga with -- ryde or die
[Memphis Bleek]
Aiyyo, aiyyo.
I puts it down for my niggaz with them glocks and things
That make a nigga stop, drop his watch and chain
I'm here now and I quote, get ya pad and take notes
This as easy as it get, better than baggin up dope
Rule one you need a gun, and a box of shells
Ski-mask recommended unless you ready for jail
Keep a knife, in case he get hero and grab the gun
And while you tusslin, use the knife to puncture a lung
Rule two, and every killer knows this one
You throw the drop on a thug better check him for his gun
Cause we all hold heat, we all don't sleep
We all know rule three, you play, play to keep
Rule four - a team ain't neceSsary but it helps
You probably could stick a bank. spot, or sum'in else
I'd rather do it myself, and stack my cash
Don't need nuttin or no one else cause this game don't last
Nigga. -- one two three
To stick a nigga with -- ryde or die
[repeat 3X]
It's just as easy as -- one two three
To stick a nigga with -- ryde or die
[Memphis Bleek]
Geah, aiyyo
Aiyyo this one's for my niggaz who will rob anybody
You know how the game go, long black shotty
I catch you in your Range Ro', you and your hottie
I'm hungry you ain't know? I stuck who supplied me
The fifth rule, a bitch could get it too
These streets watch me, so I gotta get at you
I watch y'all, in y'all P-rada and Gucci
You see bleek, camoflauged with a uzi
I take a nice rock that your man might have copped
Or your light pink face Rol', bitch you ain't know?
The sixth rule, what we do, we don't regret it
I don't make a shorty wifey and, fuck up her credit
Then rule seven come to play, food stamps come today
You ain't shoppin, I got shit on lay-away
Peep my game and feel my pain
A lot of niggaz gettin wet when Bleek start to rain
Motherfucker. -- one two three
To stick a nigga with -- ryde or die
[repeat 3X]
It's just as easy as -- one two three
To stick a nigga with -- ryde or die
[Memphis Bleek]
Aiyyo.
Whoever be out shinin then this one's for you
All that flossin, better take caution top
Cause once you slip, rule eight, facin the fifth
Takin your cake, takin your jewels, takin your bricks
And your wallet with your Amex cards and baby pictures
Ya ID, leave you stuck like, "Why me?"
And rule nine, we don't touch no kids
We after your guardian shit, so pardon the kid
I get grimy, nigga I take ya weed and your blunt
The keys to your V, your rings and your fronts
Now who want what? Tenth rule you still stuck
The game ain't changed, just I don't give a fuck nigga
-- one two three
-- ryde or die
-- one two three
[M] Yeah, niggaz know
-- ryde or die
[M] How the motherfuckin streets go
-- one two three
[M] Coming of Age Records nigga
-- ryde or die
[M] The Understanding, hit'n'run for y'all bastards
-- one two three
[M] We gettin anybody and everybody who look pretty shinin
-- ryde or die
[M] thinkin it's sweet
-- one two three
[M] Like these streets ain't gon' getcha
-- ryde or die
[M] I take everything MOTHERFUCKER
-- one two three
[M] Yeah
-- ryde or die
-- one two three
-- ryde or die
-- one two three
[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 Im 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 u 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
cuz look nigga im a crook i got tha mood
i like some of yall 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 dont care and face ya fears cuz when i come through expect to die
cuz nigga ya will be fried niggaz dont crie but i know u do u fake
u cant compete with me u'z aint 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
dont fuck with d or hey girl just call me hype-d 14 in tha rap game takin ya fame aint that said u faggots ya get to mad easy ya songs r chessy listen to me ya know me i aint gotta be d im hype to tha d dont ya see
or h to tha i to tha l nigga u 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 aint scared u weared out that aint no doubt i rap forever im here
[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
Get 'em
Do you know what time it 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?
Tell me do ya know?
Do you know what time it is?
Swizzy
I said, "Come on"
I said, "Come on"
I said, "Come on"
You gettin' money, homie? Show me if it's like that
You on the grind? Then you know it's 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, it's all love
Slow motion for me like your ass is screwed up
Make you move like The Matrix when dude was duckin' slugs
Bleek to black sheep mami, now pick it up
Hey, back to gettin' money, keep it gully, where my niggaz at?
Stuntin' its nothin', I'm pushin' somethin' new every day
Back on the grind, keep easy on your mind
I'm one of a kind, the tops the bottom line
Throw a hand in the air, if it's like that
Throw a little paper out, if it's like that
Tell the chick to come here, if it's like that
Buy the whole fuckin' bar, if it's like that
Hey hey, tell me if it's like that
Hey hey, tell me if it's like that
Hey hey, tell me if it's like that
Hey hey, tell me if it's like that
Yo, aye 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 least 4 gon' fall back
Dude stop frontin', problems, you don't want that
9 mm hollows I does that
When it comes to gettin' paper my life stack
Hoes are slut, niggas gon' like that
Then I go expose 'em and show 'em that's how we live, hey
Mami know we holdin' cause all of us got a 6
Rocafella the crew, you know we do it like that
Niggaz can't imitators, but you ain't quite like that
Throw a hand in the air if it's like that
Throw a little paper out if it's like that
Tell the chick to come here if it's like that
Buy the whole fuckin' bar if it's like that
Hey hey, tell me if it's like that
Hey hey, tell me if it's like that
Hey hey, tell me if it's like that
Hey hey, tell me if it's like that
You know I move with 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 it's like that
And move the body real slow just like that
When Swizz slows down the beat it's all love
Slow motion for me like your ass is screwed up
Make it move like The Matrix when dude was duckin' slugs
Bleek the black sheep, mami now pick it up
Aye back on the grizzy with Swizzy back on the beat, hey
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 'em again, pop
Throw a hand in the air if it's like that
Throw a little paper out if it's like that
Tell the chick to come here if it's like that
Buy the whole fuckin' bar if it's like that
Hey hey, tell me if it's like that
Hey hey, tell me if it's like that
Hey hey, tell me if it's like that
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
Yo [Incomprehensible]
I love, love that thing you do
And I can't get my eyes, my mind off you, I'm infatuated
And you're my baby, and you complete me
Your number, I'll call you 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 'cause I drive big cars
Gettin' 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 ya all
She was bad, I didn't call, I'm a day in ya 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 shake 'em
But, I put a holla to her, I spit 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 with the things I do
But that's between me and you
And I don't really phone 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 can't get my eyes, my mind off you, I'm infatuated
And you're my baby, and you complete me
Your number, I'll call you and maybe we can hook up later
And keep it gangster
Everyday I'm on the grind, but my mind's on you all the time
And I scoop you like a soldier 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 it's cool and quiet at night
It ain't no young'ns who supplyin' the white, right
But that's a different story, let's get back to the night
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 flyest a little youngin could be, be
And you'll see with us together, it's money, diamonds, whatever
Little momma is you ridin' 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 can't get my eyes, my mind off you, I'm infatuated
And you're my baby, and you complete me
Your number, I'll call you 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 tight, 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 fiend need fix
Every G, need a down ass chick, to click, that's sick
I love, love that thing you do
And I can't get my eyes, my mind off you, I'm infatuated
And you're my baby, and you complete me
Your number, I'll call you, and maybe we can hook up later
And keep it gangster
I love, love that thing you do
And I can't get my eyes, my mind off you, I'm infatuated
And you're my baby, and you complete me
Your number, I'll call you and maybe we can hook up later
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