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MEMPHIS BLEEK
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So What You Saying - Album Version (Edited)
Memphis Bleek feat. Beanie Sigel
Aiyyo, the guc is here, dog, I'm back to work I took time off a couple niggas had to get hurt Due to the fact they wack and wasn't strapped Packin' they gat, now they layin' flat
In six in green, you know what I mean? Man, I need a new gat for that Yo, I'm the Coke copper plus, the rock chopper Down wit M. Bleek, dog, the Marcy prock clocker One wreck, the other destroy And with that bullshit vest on, I'm killin' your boys
I don't play when it come to yae I cop cook and collect my dough in one day Book rock and collect my dough at one show False looks, Memph let one go from the floor
Yo, yo, well, I'm known to be the master in the M.C. field Oh, oh, got respect, oh, one I still Tote guns to the show and then I jet wit a hoe Bitch niggas want to front and get clapped, get on the floor
Clap a second time and make sure I flat line you Let a whole round go, hit niggas behind you See the gleam on the glock, know the beam on top Get shot, popped, and drop, yo the team is the rock
As I glance at Mack, A K A B.Sigel Know we comin' with the Macks and the extra eagles I'm not playin', you dudes know what I'm sayin' I make a call to my dogs, them niggas comin' through sprayin' What you sayin'?
I'm puttin' heads to beds, gun straight out the box B.Sige, I put up all the roofs and glocks I'm not playin', see these guns that I'm sprayin'? Twin sub oozies, can't budge or move me
Nickels stay chubby, smokers never choosy Don't gotta yell up the block, they come to me 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Packs with colorful tops just like coochies New jacks with they pack they like, who he? I'm not playin', knock them things off quick I got game still think off shit, what you say?
With a partner like Sigel, don't come a dime a dozen We could be brothers, we better known as cousins As we climbed the chart with who the fuck want what My hood to your hood, we showed the world crew love
Who wanna play with that rock a team? Know that I tote that thing that knock sixteen You walk around talkin' this and that How I sound like Jay and all my records is wack But when I dropped the L P, niggas thought it would fold Thirty days later, coming of age went gold, what you sayin'?
Now, party people, it's time for this question No knock, knock, who's that? Who's there? Or who is it? It's the M A C K Yes the gun clapper, the duct tape Rope, black mask and kidnapper
The flow dope, the beats just blazin' Like Luther Vandrow says Yo, I am so amazing and I've been waiting For a sucker to attack the cat with two gats Yo Bleek, you got my back, show 'em how we do
Yo, I fight fire with fire, I make crews retire I spit 9 to 5 nines, Bleek for hire Your crew murderize, see the guns that I'm bringin' In an all out battle, Bleek, come out swingin'
Memph the type of nigga that'll spit off quick Biggs push the Benz and we spin off quick Take a sip of the cris pour the Belvy with lime Crack the Arma del Lope and then I'm goin' for mine So, what you sayin'?
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