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Somebody to get knocked
The fucked out man
You better tell 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 make you a hitter

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

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

My guns smoke like Robert
Two and a pound he got a room in Kings County
And you might or sit in a box
on how long it NYPD to respond to the shot

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

See what the 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 kill on my

you was in the streets comin' of age
I was in the streets pumpin' the
While you was I was makin' it happen
On the block 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 what? Gettin' your punk ass stunt

You gon respect us or that fo' rippin' through the
And you know who you are 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 yappin' dude will get clappin' dude
And stop from rappin' dude, huh

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

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

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

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

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

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