[Memphis Bleek]
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Yea.. serious shit..
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[Record scratch]
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Aiyyo, this time it's for my family, we ride or die
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It's in the blood til the death, now aim for the sky
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My fo' blow for sure, for dough, for own land..
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[Record scratch]
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It's money, drugs, and hot slugs
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It's money, drugs, and hot slugs [Street Scholar]
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It's money, drugs, and hot slugs [R O C]
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It's money, drugs, and hot slugs
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[Memphis Bleek]
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Niggas said I can't do it
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Funny I done it
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The album is here, now who the fuck want it?
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I let niggas eat now I'm here to collect
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I admit they tried, but they ain't rep correct
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Now the dinner table's set and it's my time to eat
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Don't even wipe your mouth, get up, be out!
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Don't let the cars fool you, or the jewelry blind you
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My life's the realest nigga, I should write me a novel
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This for them broads that'll hold me down
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And my niggas on the Internet that download my style
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And my dog in line in at chow
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Just bangin with his walkman playin me loud
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And the nigga with that plate
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Choppin them grams, him and his man
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Listening to music that they understand
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And that white boy goin to college
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He don't know about the ghetto but know how to hold metal
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Them white boys, they'll shoot shit up
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They can listen to this shit, I don't give two fucks
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But back to it, sippin on that Cognac fluid
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In the Porsche, burnin the conduit
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This is ride music, get high music
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That M dot, hot supply music
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That's the answer, life's like cancer
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I thought I told y'all niggas I'm serious!
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[Record scratch]
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It's money, drugs, and hot slugs, you know Bleek
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U Know Bleek (Intro)
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| Memphis Bleek |
