Everybody

Memphis Bleek
Yea(uh huh)
What they want god?
know the deal here
It's real...yea
Verse 1
I was told et money? stack what I can
Born In the Vile, a nigg* never ran
Seen 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 s**t
We ain't leavin till we drain this s**t
Playin this s**t, 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 fk though
I grew up amongst cut-throats, nigg*, we all want dough
It's a all out thing, drugz produce cream, gunz produce human beingz
nigg* what you think? I got one, stop one, Naw
Drop one, can't stop one, I'm here till the copz come

Chorus
If you got money, everybody wants some
If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some
Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some
When a nigg* 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 nigg* get right, everybody wants some

Verse 2
By my area code, you know I'm able to roll
I'm a Brook-Nam nigg*, we lock and load
Dodge y'all, my hungry spot y'all
Ready to bury 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, muth*fk, hater
Shots to them traitor , and fake
Yo, muth*fkazz...

Chorus
If you got money, everybody wants some
If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some
Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some
When a nigg* 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 nigg* get right, everybody wants some

Verse 3
Yo Dead or alive
I'm forced to put the metal to guyz
Raise my right under oath, I ain't tellin no lies
I'm wanted alive, last nigg* try to survive
Blast , you can ask how to get by
Stay rollin alive, brand choclates huh
Gunz so big, by time you see the spark, you die
ordered a spy, won't stop till we all in the sky
Or get caught bustin down the pie
Crack a bottle for who ain't here or doin time
In the box, gettin stops, burnt blocks for dimes
All my sittin, tented wit .9mm's
Been doin or still in it wit crimes, fck the innocent kind
I ain't repentin till I die, gettin head is my aliby
I wasn't there when blazed and that coward died
I'll make a stiff make you raise up, blaze up
Yo last days is up, Mufkazzz....

Chorus
If you got money, everybody wants some
If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some
Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some
When a nigg* 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 nigg* 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 nigg* get right, everybody wants some
muth*fkaz........
f*gg*t as* always want some when
A nigg* get some Get yo own u b*stardz
My clique gon forever shine for Nine-Nine
Past three like the year, want it?
Get it nigg*.....