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

Skip through the one bang this what's mentioned
Bleek you're one hit away but he didn't The Game was pitchin'
Balls faster than Roger Clemens nigga you're too big for your
Two albums 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 like Richard
Take your ass picture put it next to Gulliany
Run you for your Roc-A-Wear fit and beat you with the

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

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

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

See the problem is too much east coast dick lickin'
And everybody tryin' to do their best rendition
Listen they wonder how I with 5 shots
Niggaz is hard to 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 with The Roc on the
I had rocks on the
On headliner for the front page we know that you
You be on sunset doin' Gettin' your punk ass stunt

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

Bleek, Memph Bleek, Memph Bleek
Memph Bleek, Memph Bleek, 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, take it from me
The Roc get knocked off the bounce 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
in the stand yellin' out fuck Memphis Bleek

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

And I got a pine box for a like you
Streets is talkin' how many real like you
Hit LAX when you come to the coast
Niggaz play with they lives when it comes to the toast

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