Shit, I'm here now, where it's at? I'm there now. When I walk through the club the real have stare-downs. And I walk by, lil' nigga play the short guy.
typed by LudaKri$. . [Memphis bleek]. . ugh huh. M-e-m-p-h-i-s, i reps, i get cheque, i blaze tecs. fuck, come on. yea get yo guns nigga. streets is mine.
[memphis bleek]. Get your ones, get your guns. Muthafucker it's on. New millenium, and what?. Bleek re-born. All the haters eat a dick. Who I'm riding with bitch.
Get your ones get your guns, muthafucker it's on. New millennium and what? Bleek reborn. All the haters eat a dick, who I'm riding with bitch. You know the game and the name, I ain't change for shit.
Yo, yo, yo, yo, aiyyo. Who sleeping on Bleek, wake his ass up. I'm a show em all the money. And the ass I pass up. . How I'm N.Y. deep. Who snitched to N.Y.P..
Thats right, up front and personal. . Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at?. I love these streets, what you think of that?. My whole team rock rocks, we dont speak to cats.
G-yo, g-yo. . Aiy yo I'm back wit' it, still tote the gat wit' it. Still got it locked, I sold some crack wit' it. Who could fuck wit' it? Not a soul, I'm out of control.
Yeah, yanahmean?. Just some for all my niggas in the hood. They always ask me, what I got to say to the youths and. Yanahmean, when I do these interviews.
Yeah, yeah, right back niggaz, huh. Yeah, that bounce we need ya know. Marcy, where we at, huh? Right here. Let me hear some new shit, yeah, niggaz. Just Blaze, you a muhfucker wit' these beats.
Yeah you know, just vibe with me one time. Understand my life come on. And y'all don't understand me still, I never enjoyed success. But my family will and I'm alright with that.
Yea, serious. . Aiyyo, this time it's for my family, we ride or die. It's in the blood till the death, now aim for the sky. My fo' blow for sure, for dough, for own land.
Yea, serious. . Aiyyo, this time it's for my family, we ride or die. It's in the blood till the death, now aim for the sky. My fo' blow for sure, for dough, for own land.
chorus. . .. hate on a nagger than mean it. throwing money in the air. there is no reason to save it. lift your glasses .. niggers gonna hate on us. i am the one all the models wanna holler on us.
[M.Bleek]. Huh?. Yeah. M-e-m-p-h-i-s Bleek. Y'all punk ass niggaz. Check it out yo. . [Chorus]. Is you a thug nigga?. Then bust a slug nigga. It's no love nigga.
This for my thug, thug. Drug, drug. And guns, guns. Come on, come on. Come on, it's the roc nigga. Yo, yo. . Ayo niggas wanna hate me cause I run thugs.
(bleek). you gettin money hommie show me if it's lke that. you on the grind then you know it's really like that. dudes who snitch. naw. i dont really like. i daelt the dope with.... where the wall at..
We get cash, money, cars, clothes. This is how true ballers roll. Sitting on thangs, thugged-out chains. Coppin' them whips, stacking them chips. . Cash, money, cars, clothes.
D, D, D, Don't Stop, Stop G, G, G Ge, Ge, Ge. Get it, Get it, Get it, Get it. (She said she'll take it all off, up in this club...) and I told her. Don't stop get it get it, Don't stop get it, get it (2x).
Uh, yeah, the boy Extra. We right back at it like we left somethin' knaw' mean?. It's the ROC, since 9 6, you know we get busy. Got the young lady by the name of Rihanna with me.
I said there's no such thing as the straight path. My brother got hit the other day by straight blasts. In the brain, on the train, on his way to work.