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[Memphis Bleek]
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Yeah yeah (Uh uh)
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Memph Man, my nigga Tah Phife
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This ones for the family (What's Up?)
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Understand me, yeah (Uh-huh)
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We gonna do it right
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for all these bitch ass niggas talkin gangsta (R-O-C)
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We dem killas, real, and in studio
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Check it out, yo
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Aiyo, 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 four blow fo show, fo doe, for only
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It's money, drugs and hot slugs
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You know Bleek squeeze hammers til they nail me
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Fuck wha niggas tell me
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Street scholar, keep firin is wha they tell me
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Drug chemist, thug nigga be named Memphis
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Straight from da borough of dem B.K. niggas
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Where we rob for the fun of it, hustle for the drug of it
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Rap money in rubba-bands, just for the love of it
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Straight from my ghetto, we listen to heavy metal like
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Desert Eagles, street sweepers, loud metal
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It's hit an run now, motherfuck anyone of you
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We dem niggas be in ya crib just like fruniture
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Pop up wit the gun in ya
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Release one for zero-zero M (Yeah)
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Bleek-R-O-C (Yeah yeah) dot com (Yeah)
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[Beanie Sigel]
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This Philly cat back at it
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Still throwin crack at it
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Still fuckin wit them crack-atics
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Still bust'em wit them black Matics
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It's ain't the bucks, it's the rush
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You tryin to get my ass at it
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They say I think ass backwards
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Fuck how I act, as long as I stack, it's all math-matics
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Our tracks nice, hug the block ta tract dice
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Late night, club night, Mac attract dikes
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I pull up, Cadillac truck nice
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Two guns, you know Mac pack gat twice
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Gets that crack back wit that ice
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No joke wit the coke, i wips that right
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No doubt, never droubt, gets that price (Uh)
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It gets that nice, when you live that live
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Papi knows yours name and you ditched that wife nigga
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It's gets stacked green nigga, it gets stacked chain nigga (Uh uh)
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[Amil]
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I get forty G's a feature now
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Hold Franklins like a Aretha now
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In the SL two seater now
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And I'm in nuthin but diamonds
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I'm the illest female that you heard thus far
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Five-five with the thirty-four B-cup bra
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I don't fuck wit dem cats who ain't up to par
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I get niggas for cash, clothes, jeweleries, plus cars (Uh)
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I'm talkin rent money (Uh), I'm talkin bank money (Uh)
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I'm talkin Martha Keats step of wit the rent money
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Movin on up, two in the sauna
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Still ride through the block, pull up on the corna, plus
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Give me an inch so I can take a mile
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I bring life like a new born naked child
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Bitches tryin ta come up, gotta wait a while (Uh-huh)
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As of now, Amil-lion (Yeah) just played ya style
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(You dealin wit), nigga
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[Jay-Z]
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The, the Roc, the the, the Roc
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(Let me talk to ya'll niggas real quick)
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The, the Roc, uh uh, the Roc
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Yo, y'all niggas truly ain't ready for this "Dynasty" thing
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Y'all thinkin "Blake Carrington", I'm thinkin more like "Ming"
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I got four nephews, and they all right in
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They all young and wild, plus they all like things
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And I'm havin a child, which is more frighting
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But cha'll about to witness is big business kid
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Big bosses, cocky, and big Benzsesses
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Come through flossin'em shiny rims it is
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An office don't pop up in their sentences
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I think you understand what type of event this is
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I don't think you know I focus young Memphis is
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Or I see was so real, when you add on Amil
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This is much more than rap, it's black Ontraponors
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Clothing, movie, and films, we come to conquer it all
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Roc-A-Wear, eighty mill like, eighteen months
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You could bullshit wit rap if you want, muthafuckers
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When it's all said and done, we gon see what's what
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Holla at Hov, I'll be in the cut (What, huh)
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The, the Roc, the the, the Roc
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The, the Roc, the uh, the Roc (You rollin wit)
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The Roc, dynasty niggas (Whoop)
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Uh-huh, get'cha mind right, c'mon
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Roc-A-Fella Records, 2000 nigga
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Get'cha mind right, holla
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4 Da Fam
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| Amil |
