*featuring Ja Rule
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[Memphis Bleek talking]
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Yeah, what y'all niggas want?
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Street shit,Memph Bleek shit,Ja Rule
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[Ja Rule]
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ya heard nigga
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[1]-[Chorus (Ja Rule) 2x's]
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Nigga's live with it money,drugs and murda for life
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Bitches deal with it,only lovin' them hoes for the night
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if you feelin' it,get high it's all right.But you can't get it
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till the day, ride em' high
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[Memphis Bleek]
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Yo, you can holla at the dog
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Haters want to see me fall
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Bitches want to see me ball
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Killers they don't want to see me at all
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If I wasn't rolling with the roc
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Would you nigga's pass roc,
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Yeah birds, or flash glocks
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I walk around with two mac's,razors,and ice picks
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Just cause' you nigga's want to see me hurtin' like them
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It's all about the benjamins,money,cash,hoes
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livin' through this shit i'm in,nigga stack dough
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Street scholar, eight-figga nigga, white collar gat
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Ain't the M-E-M-P-H man,bitch holla back
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I'm a creature smokin' on hate since it was reefer
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Drug ass flow, like I've been cuffed with Eta
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Mark ass nigga don't want parts of this nigga
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Spark with this nigga, blaze bark with this nigga
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Me and Ja Rule fuckin' you hoes is what these guys do
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Ain't the type to buy you,mommy how are you?
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Slide cock inside you supply you, with ten bitches times two
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I'm a motherfucking animal
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[2]-[Same chorus with different wording - 2x's]
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Nigga's live with money,drugs,and murda for life
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Bitches deal with it,only lovin' them hoes for the night
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If your feelin' get high it's all right
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Nigga's can't get it to the day ride em' high
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[Ja Rule]
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Fuck, the world cause it ain't quite ready for me
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I'm livin' my life niggas take a look at these eyes witness What it's like to
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be real nigga's
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Guns,drugs,hot slugs,coke rugs
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Want some, get some, bad enough, pop some, nigga
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Fuck around with Ja and may get hit up
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Tearing your whole clique up, then we clip up
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Nigga that's what the murder, Nigga that's us
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What the fuck? Is you ready to die right now Nigga?
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Make you feel my style nigga
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Growin' up with wild Brooklon and Queens L niggas
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Hit em, any nigga that breathe room reel em wit' hot ones Ain't no nigga like
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me, who you ridin' with?
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Rollin' nothing but hot shit,yo' bitch my bitch
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Only difference is bitches on my dick, blow dick
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How Icock spread it, hoes love that shit
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You sel-a-bid I turn you in to the freakyist bitch
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Have you topless,dancing in bars naked for dollars
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Y'all bitches know how my style is, always in some foul shit
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RULE bitch let the world know when I spit
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Nothing but the murderous,live with it
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[Repeat #2 chorus - 2x's]
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[Memphis Bleek]
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Yo,Yo,Yo Holla what you think of that?
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Bitch where we freakin' at?
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Bum chicken I don't speak to that
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Fly mama i'll creep with that
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Live with it,lick and hit it, don't stop, get it get it
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Don't trick it, bitch would you FUCK with it?
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Brooklon and Queens(it's murda)yo it means mo' killas
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(it's murda)mo' guns, mo'drugs,mo' real ass nigga's
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Holla, don't give a fuck dolla's
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Nigga's what you want get it crump blazed stump
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What the fuck y'all want nigga?
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[Ja Rule]
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None of me cause' i hit em' with too much style
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In my energy, got nigga's creating little me's
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I'm a lot game squeeze
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Knowing it's my time if I leave and breathe
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Nigga's hatin' on mines i'm a nightmare
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Nigga's better prepare to die and deal with
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Ja hollering murda for life
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[Chorus#2 - 2x]
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[Ja Rule]
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Uh,uh,yeah nigga
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Ja Rule
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Memph Bleek
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Holla Back
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Roc-A-Fella
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It's murda,it's murda
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Uh,uh
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We out
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Murda 4 Life
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Memphis Bleek |