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

Skip through the blueprint one bang this what's
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 make you a hitter

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

your ass down to Alby Square
Call Beans, Jay, Freeway, Biggs, I'll be there
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 live or sit in a box
on how long it NYPD to respond to the shot

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

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

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

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

You gon respect us or fo' rippin' through the vests
And you who you are deaf nigga'll get the message
or M E M P H Bleek
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, Memph Bleek, Bleek
Memph Bleek, Memph Bleek, Memph

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

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

You want beef I your body parts all over New York
Leg in jersey arm in Brooklyn buried in central park
You even borrow 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 like you
Hit LAX remember when you come to the
Niggaz don't play with they lives it comes to the toast

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