*featuring Beanie Sigel
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Yeah
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Sup wit' these lame-ass niggas, man?
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I'm tellin' you
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Niggas keep runnin' to this rap shit
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You kna' mean?
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Like y'all built like that
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Ya'll niggas betta pick up a basketball, or somethin'
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Ya'll niggas ain't ready for this shit
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[Memphis Bleek]
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If a nigga know the Memph
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I ain't the type to front
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I'll put any gun to you
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What type you want?
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Supply any drug for you
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What high you want?
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Bag any chick for you
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Nicer slut
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Yeah, I push hot fees
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My niggas got cheese
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You run around frontin'
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Like you niggas got keys
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You never flipped burgers
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Your krew, I ain't heard of
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Matter of fact, I'll murder ya
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I heard you niggas spit shit
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But it's indirect
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Say my name
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And see where I end this tech
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I got a lot of love for this
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But dawg, I'm real
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When it's beef, it's beef
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When it's rap, it's real
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Nuttin' between
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Alot of frontin' I seen
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I done analyzed this game
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It's nuttin' but schemes
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New ways to sell records
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I aim for it
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Put it out if it's hot
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Not, Just ignore it
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[Chorus (REPEAT 2X)]
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We them hustlers
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And that's who ya'll know
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We get low, get dough
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Flip gold for sho'
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We them gangstas
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That's who we be
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We got cheese
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Pop three for R-O-C
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[Memphis Bleek]
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Yo, yo
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This is my ghetto
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I eat, sleep, breathe here
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To tell the truth, dawg
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None of us gon' leave here
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We die young, go to jail for murder 1
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On a come-up, nigga
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And that's where I'm from
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I done learned from that Puff and that Lopez shit
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I ain't runnin' in no club on some loco shit
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I'mma catch you when you sit
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Put 4 in yo whip
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Catch your girl in the club
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Put nut in your bitch
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Niggas wanna see the Memph go and lose his cool
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Go and use his tool
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Nigga, use the fool
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You could bootleg my shit
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I want me a chunk, deuce
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I'm not a chump, I'll leave you slumped in the trunk
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What part of that you don't understand?
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Or ain't hear?
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Misinterpurate?
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Dawg, I put WORK in
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I got a name, and my shit sound phenomenol
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Still keep them thangs
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Next to the abdomenol
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[Chorus (REPEAT 2X)]
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We them hustlers
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And that's who ya'll know
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We get low, get dough
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Flip gold for sho'
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We them gangstas
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That's who we be
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We got cheese
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Pop three for R-O-C
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[Bienie Sigel]
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Uh, uh, uh
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Yeah
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Before these rhymes
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I was bustin' these nines
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Before these raps
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I was bustin' my gat
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Before the vocal groups
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I spoke with the truth
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Why do catz wanna muffle my speech?
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Imagine my raps
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If I wasn't in touch with the street
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On the block, deep
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Wit my peeps touchin' the heat
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I'm used to crack, now i'm slingin' raps
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Huster wit beats
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You niggas is lame
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You catz can't touch what I reach
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And quiet as kept
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You niggas can't hush what I speech
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My story's too deep
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Life real, clear as the streets
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See my iced grill, hear my voice clear when you sleep
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You niggas know me
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The cat who be tearin' these streets
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AIN'T NOTHIN' CHANGED
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But my name when I appeared on these beats
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It's Bien Mac
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Sigel was the name that they gave me
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The streets that is
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I'm tryin' to teach that, kids
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Cause some niggas don't know that they be clowns
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Ay yo, the sun don't go down
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WE GO ROUND
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[Chorus]
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We them hustlers
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And that's who ya'll know
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We get low, get dough
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Flip gold for sho'
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We them gangstas
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That's who we be
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We got cheese
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Pop three for R-O-C
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We them hustlers
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And that's who ya'll know
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We get low, get dough
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Flip gold for sho'
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We them gangstas
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That's who we be
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We got cheese
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Pop three for R-O-C
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We them hustlers
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And that's who ya'll know
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We get low, get dough
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Flip gold for sho'
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We them gangstas
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And that's who we be
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We got cheese
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Pop three for R-O-C, nigga
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Hustlers
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Memphis Bleek |