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

Skip through the blueprint one this what's mentioned
you're one hit away but he didn't know The Game was pitchin'
Balls faster than Roger Clemens you're too big for your bitches
Two gold albums and 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 Little
Take your faggot ass picture put it to Gulliany
Run you for Roc-A-Wear fit and beat you with the Tommy

Drag your ass down to Square
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 I'm takin' your fiends with me

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

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

See what the problem is too much east coast dick
And everybody tryin' to do their best 2Pac
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 pumpin' the gauge
While you was 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 page we know that you
You be on sunset doin' Gettin' your punk ass stunt

You gon respect us or that fo' rippin' through the
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
all that yappin' dude will get guns clappin' dude
And stop from rappin' dude, huh

Memph Bleek, Bleek, Memph 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 off the bounce till you picked up beans

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

You want I have your body parts all over New York
Leg in jersey arm in Brooklyn head buried in 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 box for a nigga like you
Streets is talkin' how real niggaz like you
Hit LAX remember when you to the coast
don't play with they lives when it comes to the toast

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