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

Skip through the one bang this what's mentioned
you're one hit away but he didn't know The Game was pitchin'
Balls faster than Clemens nigga you're too big for your bitches
Two gold albums and I'll you a hitter

Might make you a little richer but forget the big picture
All of those make you a fag but money like Richard
Take your faggot ass put it next to Gulliany
Run you for your fit and beat you with the Tommy

Drag your ass down to Square
Beans, Jay, Freeway, Biggs, Dame I'll be there
Compton me ask Nas queens is with me
You ain't never crack in your life I'm takin' your fiends with me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You want beef I have your body parts all over New
Leg in jersey arm in Brooklyn buried in central park
You can't even from New York no more like John Storch
And I ain't talkin' to him I'm to Malik

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

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