[Memphis Bleek]
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Yea(uh huh)
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What they want god?
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Niggaz know the deal here
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It's real...yea
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[Verse 1]
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I was told ?et money? stack what I can
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Born In the Vile, a nigga never ran
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Seen niggaz get cut, shot, stabbed up and kidnapped
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Ran over, double crossed, killed for a stack of green one's
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Now I live life, do or die, Marcy, son, evrybody trying to survive
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Maintain yo strip, cokaine this shit
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We ain't leavin till we drain this shit
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Playin this shit, street life, but most of y'all hate Bleek right?
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I'm supposed to keep heat right?
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So you can haul the heat right, who really give a fuck though
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I grew up amongst cut-throats, nigga, we all want dough
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It's a all out thing, drugz produce cream, gunz produce human beingz
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Nigga what you think? I got one, stop one, Naw
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Drop one, can't stop one, I'm here till the copz come
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[Chorus]
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If you got money, everybody wants some
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If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some
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Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some
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When a nigga get right, everybody wants some
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If you got money, everybody wants some
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If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some
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Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some
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When a nigga get right, everybody wants some
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[Verse 2]
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By my area code, you know I'm able to roll
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I'm a Brook-Nam nigga, we lock and load
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Dodge y'all, my hungry niggaz spot y'all
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Ready to bury niggaz wit 50 shots y'all
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You hot god
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Stop y'all, from poppin y'all lil nickels to morocan zones
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I'm making somebody cripple
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The strip's the issue and my dogz will siC you
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While yo body bag flow, the body bag's full
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I twist Kelly over backboard, ready to puish the Caddy on the curb
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And smack dudes, I'm wit O.G cars, flip Oz's huh?
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Don't sleep huh
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I'm tryin to eat huh
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Real to the heart, you real?
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We can start a lil somethin togetha, start frontin togetha
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Get this money right, muthafuck, hater niggaz
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Shots to them traitor niggaz, and fake niggaz
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Yo, muthafuckazz...
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[Chorus]
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If you got money, everybody wants some
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If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some
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Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some
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When a nigga get right, everybody wants some
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If you got money, everybody wants some
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If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some
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Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some
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When a nigga get right, everybody wants some
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[Verse 3]
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Yo Dead or alive
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I'm forced to put the metal to guyz
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Raise my right under oath, I ain't tellin no lies
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I'm wanted alive, last nigga try to survive
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Blast niggaz, you can ask niggaz how to get by
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Stay rollin alive, brand choclates huh
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Gunz so big, by time you see the spark, you die
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Niggaz ordered a spy, won't stop till we all in the sky
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Or get caught bustin down the pie
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Crack a bottle for niggaz who ain't here or doin time
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In the box, gettin stops, burnt blocks for dimes
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All my niggaz sittin, tented wit.9mm's
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Been doin or still in it wit crimes, Fuck the innocent kind
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I ain't repentin till I die, gettin head is my aliby
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I wasn't there when niggaz blazed and that coward died
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I'll make a stiff make you niggaz raise up, blaze up
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Yo last days is up, Mufuckazzz....
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[Chorus]
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If you got money, everybody wants some
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If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some
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Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some
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When a nigga get right, everybody wants some
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If you got money, everybody wants some
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If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some
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Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some
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When a nigga get right, everybody wants some
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If you got money, everybody wants some
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If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some
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Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some
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When a nigga get right, everybody wants some
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Muthafuckaz........
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Faggot ass niggaz always want some when
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A nigga get some Get yo own u bastardz
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My clique gon forever shine for Nine-Nine
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Past three like the year, want it?
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Get it nigga.....
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Everybody
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Memphis Bleek |