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[Verse 1-Memphis
Yeah, I come bottom to the top
I a lotta niggaz fall
Top to bottom, they flows wasnt hot
Them niggaz swore they was chillin, Reality not
why I'm in the spot, Treat the ?? like the pot
I'm strappin up that product, get my strip in order
Hit records, its a brick, 16s is like a quarter/quota
why I'm tryna flip it, this time i'ma do it different
Mixtapes is like a fiend, givin free hits and
You niggaz let'm it, Neva give'm the work
Now this tape better then album sales, lookin hurt
I'm tryna take it in the day, when it was 20 time
Industry is fucked up, the back to sellin dimes
Singles is nickles, lotta albums flopped
labels done dropped, you was signed, now you not
Thats why I neva play wit the position I'm wit
Who lie about sellin drugs? Album ain't sell

You heard the nigga, 5-3-4
(Cant the rest)

[Verse Bleek]
I'm bout to this thing on lock, you can't tell me different
I got the n hard top, you could tell I'm livin
I got that gat on my lap, don't tell the snitches
They got they tail they legs, you could tell they bitches
Their ain't no heaven for a G, so the hell it
My life is deep, motherfuckers please in it
Started with promo, no homo, 12 inches
Pimp the game, comin to age at 12,
(Thats I had well-wishes)
Niggaz call me of the city
in line, call me king of new-yitty, pity
How the same niggaz that bailed wit me, on me
Took to many of the L on me
Drank up all kool-aid, left in my kitchen
Food for thought, my you do the dishes

You the game and the name
You the title niggaz, 5-3-4