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

You heard the title nigga,
(Cant the rest)

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

You heard the game and the
You heard the niggaz, 5-3-4