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Memph Bleek Iz

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Lyrics: [The Game talking] The young Roy Jones of this rap shit Somebody bout to get knocked the fucked out tonight man You better tell your boy somethin, you better tell him somethin [Verse 1: The Game] Skip through the blueprint one bang this what's mentioned Bleek you're one hit away but he didn't know The Game was pitchin Balls faster than Roger Clemens nigga you're too big for your britches Two gold albums not make you a hitter Might make you a little richer but don't forget the big picture All of those make you a fag but money like Little Richard Take your faggot ass picture put it next to Gulliany Run you for your roc-a-wear fit and beat you with the Tommy Drag your ass down to Alby Square Call Beans, Jay, Freeway, Biggs, Dame I'll be there Compton behind me ask Nas queens is with me You ain't never sold crack in your life I'm takin your fiends with me Come get me My guns smoke like Robert Downey Two shots and a pound he got a room in Kings County And you might live or sit in a box Depending on how long it NYPD to respond to the shot [Chorus: The Game] Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek [Verse 2: The Game] See what the problem is too much east coast dick lickin And everybody tryin to do their best 2pac rendition Listen they wonder how I live with 5 shots Niggaz is hard to kill on my block When you was in the streets comin of age I was in the streets pumpin the gauge While you was rappin I was makin it happen On the block with a k While you was with the roc on the stage I had rocks on the stage On headliner for the front page we know that you front You be on sunset doin what? Gettin your punk ass stunt You gon respect us or that fo' rippin through the vests And you know who you are deaf nigga'll get the message Malik or M-E-M-P-H Bleek Fuck around and be a B-I-T-C-H sleek 'cause all that yappin dude will get guns clappin dude And stop Memphis from rappin dude, huh [Chorus: The Game] Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek [Verse 3: The Game] It took me a little while but I am now understandin Jay fucked up in the first round when he picked olo with candy Did olo in the second, nigga take it from me The Roc get knocked off the bounce till you picked up beans Add freeway to the team but move the ugly bitch Trade the Marcy reject for Cam'ron and Lil' Chris Now the squad 5 is live 6 man is Neef Fans in the stand yellin out fuck Memphis Bleek You want beef I have your body parts all over New York Leg in jersey arm in Brooklyn head buried in central park You can't even borrow from New York no more like john Storch And I ain't talkin to him I'm talkin to Malik Cox And I got a pine box for a nigga like you Streets is talkin how many real niggaz like you Hit LAX remember when you come to the coast Niggaz don't play with they lives when it comes to the toast [Chorus: The Game] Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
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