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Artist(s)
  • Memphis Bleek
  • Album(s)
  • The Understanding (buy)
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  • [Memphis Bleek]
    For this 98 shit, you rap cats better lay shit
    Cuz Bleek's gonna lay shit
    You heard me Holla back
    So what ya know about a four ga six,
    and a Cuban with a diamond cut chips
    And a whole lotta chicks in this world gonna strip with me
    Get your money right nigga
    I'm tryin to be worth 6 Million like Steve Austin
    Drive thru my PJ's flossin, like what Bionic
    You see me blowin chronic
    In charge with San Diego, burn like Wako
    Leggo on my shots like Eggo
    Or Lee Hungry Oswald, three miles far
    Picture main man open the car
    Sware to god, you get hit hard,
    you violate my squad on the job
    Know me, the Ogee on my mic I make about 20 G a week
    In these streets tryin to eat

    [Chorus: repeat 2X]

    We need to live life 2 tha fullest
    See you never know when you perform
    Dead on, so that I'm napalm
    Makin sure ya remember my name, Bleek
    Stayin on top of my fame, on top of my game

    [Memphis Bleek]
    Aiyo the streets got a nigga turned out, say word
    But the gat got a nigga bustin back, so what
    It's the ghetto, we all the killas walkin the light
    I think the ceiling the dark
    I'mma bring it to the light
    The police never liked us, now they hired bikers
    In TNT tryin to shut down the CNB
    Cartel, tryin to stack mail and prevail
    To cop a 300 XL, yo you niggas know Memph for gettin dough
    Fuckin these hoes, nuttin flow, erate my foes
    All lies on my arm piece or the chain becardian
    Absolute, throwin shit in the game
    I'm tryin to snatch cream, and slide very often
    Hate had me stressed so I got rid of that shit like abortion
    And ain't afraid to leave you niggas in the coffin
    So often, you gonna see my click flossin
    Iced up, nigga price what, act up
    And we gon strap up what, you say what you want
    But I already, you can flow with Between Friends and the Roc

    [Chorus 2X]

    [Memphis Bleek]
    I'm like 4-5-6, when I spit this trips
    Haters loosin they bricks, Memph Bleek injure shit
    If you asbetic, you gon gas like asmetics
    Try to end it, I'm gone set it, inject it
    Like diabetics with styles, I perfect it
    Broke down mics from adverseries I collect it
    The reassembelem, i'm like the Marcy Project emblem
    Put me on your chain and rock me
    If I was you glock, cock me
    Put it work, then back me
    From under your hockey shirt, and go bizerk
    No what's wit-urse, put the 400 on re-wit-urse
    Let the shots dispurse, when I hit em it hurts
    If you ask me, niggas styles is trashy
    Cops wanna harass me, cuz minds classy
    I got the form with the chips, caught chicks in Memphis
    I'm Memphis, ya don't know me, but I'm in this

    [Chorus 2X]

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