Memph Bleek is murda. Memph Bleek is drugs. Memph Bleek is money. Memph Bleek is money holda. Shot caller, blunt smoka, hot roller. . Memph Bleek is murda.
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Verse 1:. These niggas be actin' like I fucked. And didn't call 'em for weeks. Like they wantin' a nigga dick. In between they butt cheeks. They staight bitchy.
* (NOT Cash Money -- MC Ren's brother). . My niggaz call me Grinch and yes I'm known to be a fuck up. Loaded clip, folded sticks, my lifts and double cuffed up.
(mc ren) you know what hutch man, I let one of these bitch made niggas get. Away with somethin the other and uh, I shouldn't a let him get away with it..
Mayday, mayday, we're going down?. Niggaz screamin' mayday 'cause Ren is kickin' ass like Pele. Makin' fools run like it's a relay. But ain't no fools runnin' sprints in shorts.
[verse 1]. Darkside is were I'm commin' from all alone,. Strangeling niggaz is fakin' on the microphone,. 'cause I've bin around and I'm a be around again,.
CHORUS. Roses are red, violets are blue.. My rhymes rhyme, but yours don't.. . Hey! I'm all up in your face like a rabid chimp,. I'll eat shrimp on a blimp but I ain't no wimp..
We got EAP in the house tonight, Edgar Allan Poe. America's favorite anti-transcendentalist. We're taking this back, way back. Nineteenth century style.
Hes a no exit G in the place to be. He goes to Stanford University. And since Kindergarten he acquired knowledge. And after twelve grade he went straight to college.
We got EAP in the house tonight, Edgar Allan Poe.. America's favorite anti-transcendentalist.. We're taking this back, way back, nineteenth century style..
We got E.A.P. in the house tonight. Edgar Allan Poe. America's favorite anti-transcendentalist. We're taking this back, way back. Nineteenth century style.
Come on, hit 'em phat, what?. Come on, just like that yo yo. . I sip on X-O, collect dough, leave your whole block wetto. Bust out my glock gecko, got you petro hold your heart and don't let go.
My new lady says she leaving me. Ah fuck her, I don't care. Plus I got another over there. She been wanting to be with me. Got her in her underwear. Gave her what she want, now she need me.
Memories of,. Memories of Soweto.. . Sing whoa,. From London to Soweto,. A street soul in the ghetto.. Back from the West Indies,. When I'm in the city let my mind echo,.
Haead rests,. a sore mind behind these. red eyes.. Watch the television,. sweet escapism,. game shows and racism.. Headlines,. war crimes behind disguised.
Muuuuuuuusic!. . The music man (repeat 4x). . I am the man, but I'm not the one with the can in his hand. I'm down with a different kind of street band.
Yo we gonna do it now?. . To get ahead, in life. I must avoid the rain, pain, and the strife. I have to keep (people) striving. I want to be among the young that are surviving.
[master ace]. Awww yeah! uh, uh huh. One two, microphone check one two. Microphone check one two, mircophone check one two. Tell you what I'm gonna do.
Some rappers pick up the mic and like to dabble. But I'm gonna flow with the show and never babble. Take your hand, make your stand. To my left, jeff, your a pest and you fessed and.