[Memphis Bleek]
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For this 98 shit, you rap cats better lay shit
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Cuz Bleek's gonna lay shit
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You heard me? Holla back
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So what ya know about a four ga six,
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and a Cuban with a diamond cut chips
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And a whole lotta chicks in this world gonna strip with me
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Get your money right nigga
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I'm tryin to be worth 6 Million like Steve Austin
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Drive thru my PJ's flossin, like what? Bionic
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You see me blowin chronic
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In charge with San Diego, burn like Wako
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Leggo on my shots like Eggo
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Or Lee Hungry Oswald, three miles far
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Picture main man open the car
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Sware to god, you get hit hard,
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you violate my squad on the job
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Know me, the Ogee on my mic I make about 20 G a week
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In these streets tryin to eat
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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We need to live life 2 tha fullest
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See you never know when you perform
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Dead on, so that I'm napalm
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Makin sure ya remember my name, Bleek
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Stayin on top of my fame, on top of my game
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[Memphis Bleek]
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Aiyo the streets got a nigga turned out, say word
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But the gat got a nigga bustin back, so what?
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It's the ghetto, we all the killas walkin the light
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I think the ceiling the dark
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I'mma bring it to the light
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The police never liked us, now they hired bikers
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In TNT tryin to shut down the CNB
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Cartel, tryin to stack mail and prevail
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To cop a 300 XL, yo you niggas know Memph for gettin dough
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Fuckin these hoes, nuttin flow, erate my foes
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All lies on my arm piece or the chain becardian
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Absolute, throwin shit in the game
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I'm tryin to snatch cream, and slide very often
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Hate had me stressed so I got rid of that shit like abortion
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And ain't afraid to leave you niggas in the coffin
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So often, you gonna see my click flossin
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Iced up, nigga price what, act up
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And we gon strap up what, you say what you want
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But I already, you can flow with Between Friends and the Roc
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Memphis Bleek]
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I'm like 4-5-6, when I spit this trips
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Haters loosin they bricks, Memph Bleek injure shit
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If you asbetic, you gon gas like asmetics
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Try to end it, I'm gone set it, inject it
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Like diabetics with styles, I perfect it
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Broke down mics from adverseries I collect it
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The reassembelem, i'm like the Marcy Project emblem
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Put me on your chain and rock me
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If I was you glock, cock me
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Put it work, then back me
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From under your hockey shirt, and go bizerk
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No what's wit-urse, put the 400 on re-wit-urse
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Let the shots dispurse, when I hit em it hurts
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If you ask me, niggas styles is trashy
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Cops wanna harass me, cuz minds classy
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I got the form with the chips, caught chicks in Memphis
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I'm Memphis, ya don't know me, but I'm in this
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[Chorus 2X]
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Live Life 2 Tha Fullest
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Memphis Bleek |