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Somebody bout to get
The fucked out man
You better your boy somethin'
You better tell him

Skip the blueprint one bang this what's mentioned
Bleek you're one hit away but he know The Game was pitchin'
faster than Roger Clemens nigga you're too big for your bitches
Two gold and I'll make you a hitter

Might you a little richer but don't forget the big picture
All of those make you a fag but money Little Richard
Take your faggot ass picture put it next to
Run you for Roc-A-Wear fit and beat you with the Tommy

Drag ass down to Alby Square
Call Beans, Jay, Freeway, Biggs, Dame I'll be
Compton behind me ask Nas is with me
You ain't sold crack in your life I'm takin' your fiends with me

My guns smoke like Downey
Two shots and a he got a room in Kings County
And you might or sit in a box
Dependin' on how long it to respond to the shot

Memph Bleek, Bleek, Memph Bleek
Bleek, Memph Bleek, Memph Bleek

See what the is too much east coast dick lickin'
And everybody tryin' to do best 2Pac rendition
Listen they wonder how I live with 5
Niggaz is to kill on my block

you was in the streets comin' of age
I was in the streets pumpin' the
While you was rappin' I was makin' it
On the block a k

While you was The Roc on the stage
I had rocks on the
On headliner for the page we know that you front
You be on sunset what? Gettin' your punk ass stunt

You gon respect us or that fo' rippin' through the
And you know who you are deaf nigga'll get the
Malik or M E M P H
Fuck and be a B I T C H sleek
'Cuz all that dude will get guns clappin' dude
And stop from rappin' dude, huh

Memph Bleek, Bleek, Memph Bleek
Bleek, Memph Bleek, Memph Bleek

It took me a little but I am now understandin'
Jay fucked up in the first round when he picked olo with
Did olo in the second, nigga take it me
The Roc get off the bounce till you picked up beans

Add freeway to the but move the ugly bitch
Trade the Marcy reject for Cam'ron and Lil'
Now the squad 5 is live 6 man is
Fans in the yellin' out fuck Memphis Bleek

You want I have your body parts all over New York
Leg in jersey arm in head buried in central park
You even borrow from New York no more like John Storch
And I talkin' to him I'm talkin' to Malik

And I got a pine box for a like you
Streets is talkin' how many real like you
Hit LAX remember you come to the coast
Niggaz don't play with they when it comes to the toast

Memph Bleek, Memph Bleek, Memph
Memph Bleek, Memph Bleek, Memph