Memph Bleek Iz Lyrics - Game

(The Game talking) 

The young Roy Jones of this rap shit 

Somebody bout to get knocked the f**ked out tonight man 

You better tell your boy somethin, you better tell him somethin 

(Verse 1: The Game) 

Skip through the blueprint one bang this what's mentioned 

Bleek you're one hit away but he didn't know The Game was pitchin 

Balls faster than Roger Clemens nigga you're too big for your britches 

Two gold albums not make you a hitter 

Might make you a little richer but don't forget the big picture 

All of those make you a fag but money like Little Richard 

Take your faggot ass picture put it next to Gulliany 

Run you for your roc-a-wear fit and beat you with the Tommy 

Drag your ass down to Alby Square 

Call Beans, Jay, Freeway, Biggs, Dame I'll be there 

Compton behind me ask Nas queens is with me 

You ain't never sold crack in your life I'm takin your fiends with me 

Come get me 

My guns smoke like Robert Downey 

Two shots and a pound he got a room in Kings County 

And you might live or sit in a box 

Depending on how long it NYPD to respond to the shot 

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(Chorus: The Game) 

Memph Bleek... Memph Bleek... Memph Bleek 

Memph Bleek... Memph Bleek... Memph Bleek 

(Verse 2: The Game) 

See what the problem is too much east coast dick lickin 

And everybody tryin to do their best 2pac rendition 

Listen they wonder how I live with 5 shots 

Niggaz is hard to kill on my block 

When you was in the streets comin of age 

I was in the streets pumpin the gauge 

While you was rappin I was makin it happen 

On the block with a k 

While you was with the roc on the stage 

I had rocks on the stage 

On headliner for the front page we know that you front 

You be on sunset doin what? Gettin your punk ass stunt 

You gon respect us or that fo' rippin through the vests 

And you know who you are deaf nigga'll get the message 

Malik or M-E-M-P-H Bleek 

F**k around and be a B-I-T-C-H sleek 

'cause all that yappin dude will get guns clappin dude 

And stop Memphis from rappin dude, huh 

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(Chorus: The Game) 

Memph Bleek... Memph Bleek... Memph Bleek 

Memph Bleek... Memph Bleek... Memph Bleek 

(Verse 3: The Game) 

It took me a little while but I am now understandin 

Jay f**ked up in the first round when he picked olo with candy 

Did olo in the second, nigga take it from me 

The Roc get knocked off the bounce till you picked up beans 

Add freeway to the team but move the ugly bitch 

Trade the Marcy reject for Cam'ron and Lil' Chris 

Now the squad 5 is live 6 man is Neef 

Fans in the stand yellin out f**k Memphis Bleek 

You want beef I have your body parts all over New York 

Leg in jersey arm in Brooklyn head buried in central park 

You can't even borrow from New York no more like john Storch 

And I ain't talkin to him I'm talkin to Malik Cox 

And I got a pine box for a nigga like you 

Streets is talkin how many real niggaz like you 

Hit LAX remember when you come to the coast 

Niggaz don't play with they lives when it comes to the toast 

(Chorus: The Game) 

Memph Bleek... Memph Bleek... Memph Bleek 

Memph Bleek... Memph Bleek... Memph Bleek