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Memphis Bleek
For this 98 s**t, you rap cats better lay s**t
Cuz Bleek's gonna lay s**t
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 nigg*
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
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We need to live life 2 tha fullest
See you never know when you perform
Dead on, so that I'm napalm
Makin sure ya remember my name, Bleek
Stayin on top of my fame, on top of my game
Memphis Bleek
Aiyo the streets got a nigg* turned out, say word
But the gat got a nigg* 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 know Memph for gettin dough
fkin these hoes, nuttin flow, erate my foes
All lies on my arm piece or the chain becardian
Absolute, throwin s**t in the game
I'm tryin to sn*tch cream, and slide very often
Hate had me stressed so I got rid of that s**t like abortion
And ain't afraid to leave you in the coffin
So often, you gonna see my click flossin
Iced up, nigg* price what, act up
And we gon strap up what, you say what you want
But I already, you can flow with Between Friends and the Roc
Chorus 2X
Memphis Bleek
I'm like 4-5-6, when I spit this trips
Haters loosin they bricks, Memph Bleek injure s**t
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, c*ck 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, styles is trashy
Cops wanna harass me, cuz minds classy
I got the form with the chips, caught chicks in Memphis
I'm Memphis, ya don't know me, but I'm in this
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