534 Lyrics - 534 - Memphis Bleek

[Verse 1-Memphis Bleek] 

Yeah, I come from bottom to the top 

I seen a lotta niggaz fall 

Top to bottom, cause they flows wasnt hot 

Them niggaz swore they was chillin, Reality they not 

Thats why I'm in the spot, Treat the ?? like the pot 

I'm strappin up that product, get my strip back in order 

Hit records, its like a brick, 16s is like a quarter/quota 

Thats why I'm tryna flip it, this time i'ma do it different 

Mixtapes is like a fiend, niggaz givin free hits and 

You niggaz let'm sample it, Neva give'm the work 

Now this tape better then your album sales, lookin hurt 

I'm tryna take it back in the day, when it was 20 time 

Industry is fucked up, the back to sellin niggaz dimes 

Singles is nickles, lotta albums done flopped 

Lotta labels done dropped, you was signed, now you not 

Thats why I neva play wit the position I'm held wit 

Who lie about sellin drugs? Album ain't sell shit 

[Scratched] 

You heard the title nigga, 5-3-4 

(Cant hear the rest) 

[Verse 2-Memphis Bleek] 

I'm bout to have this thing on lock, you can't tell me different 

I got the soft n hard top, you could tell I'm livin 

I got that gat on my lap, just don't tell the snitches 

They got they tail between they legs, you could tell they bitches 

Their ain't no heaven for a G, so the hell with it 

My life is deep, motherfuckers please delve in it 

Started with promo, no homo, movin 12 inches 

Pimp the game, comin to age at 12, bitches 

(Thats when I had well-wishes) 

Niggaz call me prince of the city 

Next in line, call me king of new-yitty, pity 

How the same niggaz that bailed wit me, bailed on me 

Took to many pulls of the L on me 

Drank up all kool-aid, left glasses in my kitchen 

Food for thought, my nigga you do the dishes 

[Scratched] 

You heard the game and the name 

You heard the title niggaz, 5-3-4