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verse 1) Yo yo yo yo aiyyo who sleeping on bleek Wake his ass up I'm a show em all the money And the ass I pass up How I'm N Y deep Who snitched to NYP (New York Police) You bitches been dropping D's (dimes) Since 86 striped Lees Dial 9 1 tips When I spit one clip Supposed to be killing niggaz but ain't really done shit I'm loco Tote the 4 4 Smoke L's with duck doors Drow flow Blow the smoke slow And holler fuck hoes It's cash and money Nines grab the green weed exactly One shot lives and daiquiris My gat be stashed in the dash Mixed herbs and hash On a cruise for cash I might bruise some cats Spit 2 at you dudes that act Like you can't be touched Front and lose your cap I incinerate guns after bodies I caught son Never on the run stack mail by the tons son Chorus 2x: Yo it's that Roc a Fella shit Hoes clothes to whips Act up and get hit Give a fuck who you with We them niggaz coming through Locking down your strips Some real niggaz that walk around with guns on their hips (verse 2) I live my life now like none of y'all fagots You keep fronting like that I'm gone let one of y'all have it I keep the fours drawn When I wake up the war's on For the bread, butter and chips shit I go to war for em Tinted my whip now These cops ride dick now Money spend now I move work through my pen pal Niggaz hate bleek cause I live through this shit You niggaz keep hating cause I could deal with this shit I'm a street individual Sold it all criminal Weed just a minimum I'm a M-P emblem Rock syndicate and flips in the block You call it I lick a shot I'm street wise Went up on my caps in size Who getting money over here contact these guys Let em know I set up shop to trey eight the block With 3 niggaz 1 gun and a buck 50 to shop Chorus 2x |
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[Chorus] Memph Bleek is... (murda) Memph Bleek is...(drugs) Memph Bleek is...(money) Memph Bleek is...(money holda, shot caller, blunt smoka, hot roller) Memph Bleek is... (murda) Memph Bleek is...(drugs) Memph Bleek is...(money) Memph Bleek is...(money) Memph Bleek is...(drugs) Memph Bleek is...(money holda, shot caller, blunt smoka, hot roller) [Memphis Bleek] Memph Bleek where the hoez at Be where the dough at Treez, yo I blow dat C's yo I hold that Guns, yo I tote that O's, sold that Blow niggaz for stuntin, Fuck y'all frontin The war you could get that Spit till I sip that Gunz, neva sit back Money I'ma get that Mind I don't play y'all Bleek still the same y'all Aim the rod then I blaze the squad All the hoez roll the weed up You know that it's G's up Roll till you eat some I flow for the threesomes Chickens I dont need them Snitches I'ma see them Meet em with the gunz and heat em with the one's If you feel that you die-proof, .45 proof I'll find where they hide you, outline you You niggaz know the name and my bitches know the game I'm in it for life and want all y'all to say It's life, Money... drugs... murder for life, what you think y'all [Chorus] [Memphis Bleek] Yo these streets, I control now Creep on the low now Empty and reload now See me on the flow now Drugs I could move quick Thug on my new strip Pump till I move bricks Floss till I lose chips ? got it gemmed up Accord got it rimmed up Roll wit da dog On top is where you end up Ride in a hot whip Live in a hot crib Spend what you got Memph I'm about that hot shit Bitches give me Brain Now Bleek do his thang now Eat em hoez the same now Creep In the game now Lay up wit the right bird Me, I'm tryin to slice first Tryin to flow suttin you go head and owe suttin I'm high...roll suttin You Die if you know suttin And break me off wit some of the O's or suttin The M-e-m-p-h man, Memph Bleek don't play We all gotta eat Swizz Beats make 멷m say Money Drugz Murda for Life what you think y'all huh [Chorus] |
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[Chorus] Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at? I love these streets what you think of that? My whole team rock rocks we don't speak to cats I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that? What you think of that? What you think of that? I'm a real ass nigga what you think of that? Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at? I love these streets, what you think of that? My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that? What you think of that? What you think of that? I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that? [Verse 1] Yo, light the treez up, my hoez, D cupped, G's up Memph Bleek, nigga, what?!? Ride shotgun in the range, bitches pay the price for thangz, rock ice and chains Yo they change under the weather, it got a little cold, too iced out You can hardly see the gold, that's the way a nigga rock now, don't stop now Still on the block now, shorty, hold the glock down Only thingz changed, the bitches I pressed, the way they fit in the dress Like ?em big in the breasts, shoes gotta be the shit, don't walk in kicks Yo you rollin wit the Memph, twitch the dutch and split Break the fuck out, bang, back a truck out, often see the rims these bitches'll bug out You know what though? I don't give a fuck though, Still in the cut, let the .44 blow [Chorus] Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at? I love these streets, what you think of that? My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that? What you think of that? What you think of that? I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that? Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at? I love these streets, what you think of that? My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that? What you think of that? What you think of that? I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that? [Verse 2] Yo, it's all about a brick kid, gettin bent kid, slide wit a chick kid Where the benz kid? Creep on it, make catz sleep on it You know what your song lack, Bleek on it It's straight for stacks, where you hatin cats World premier type broad, I'ma make you that, stay shapin that Yeah, make a stack, show them niggaz where they girls be fakin that What you think of THAT? Where my niggaz at? We all around the streets where them figures at New Acc, put the top down, nigga, crack sold out now Where it's at? Ball out now, straight to the morgue, play? Yo we ball Y'all gon hate till I fall so I spray till I'm gone, gotta push the coupe and do what he do I ride in the truck, I'm high nigga, wha? [Chorus] Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at? I love these streets, what you think of that? My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that? What you think of that? What you think of that? I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that? Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at? I love these streets, what you think of that? My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats (Uh) I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that? What you think of that? What you think of that? (Uh Oh) I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that? (Uh Oh) [Jay-Z] You know niggaz stay frontin like I'm a clown or suttin Like I don't get down or suttin Like I don't toke a 4 pound of suttin Round here frontin like my shit don't sound like nuttin Like I ain't got the crown or suttin Like I ain't the nigga who'll baste yo life form I guess I ain't the reason you got that ice stolen Like I ain't the muthafuckin dude wit the shoes I guess I ain't the reason you rhyme the way you do Like I ain't the nigga who mastered all flows And the reason they can't sell them four point O's Like I ain't 5 mill, and what did you do though? Excuse me? Nigga don't confuse me I ain't one of you rappers who got a deal I'm one of the few niggaz spittin it and got it for real And even if you hatin, you gotta knock it in yo wheels And the day that I stop bein ill [Chorus] Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at? I love these streets, what you think of that? My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that? What you think of that? What you think of that? I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that? Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at? I love these streets, what you think of that? My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that? What you think of that? What you think of that? I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that |
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Yea Yea street life Gutter shit Soldier life nigga Get it right New York City Where I'm from Live are Die Marcy Do what you do Check it out now Yo I'm here to put my thing down Set up shot with cocaine now Pick off niggas who aint down I'm in the game now Brought a couple of cats from the way down Who know how to slang thows And grimmy niggas who aim wild Who juss want to rep And wet niggas who think foul Ran into Jay while I'm clappin this math This crab show me some slab Now I'm tryna get back We played the out skerch Nigga smoother then my shirt Spit a couple of words, a pound, then he merked Shit he left skid marks I let the clip spark When off in the hood Played the bench till its dark I'm profouned to the drug game A thin line between love and hate Some niggas I love to hate I thought my connect respect me This nigga got bad words since some haters wet me Chorus 4x's To stay alive in New York City To stay alive realize that you got to be a soilder Check it Yo I'ma soldier to the heart Through my blood line One way to catch a crab is always on his front time I keep a chicken on a bench flippin Grippin I smoke weed but this shit got a nigga slippin A herb seed burn me, drop the L Spot it through my per-if-u This nigga tryna murder me Shorty wop jumped in front of me Caught one Blaze back empty empty the roots Through the bitch niggas, take that Niggaz killed my down bitch Bust around bitch I dont know who clapped So I dont hang around Shit Lame beat me on the ounce of raw Dominican nigga Look innocent nigga Fuck it I'ma finish this nigga Back the coop out the lot Cock one in the drop Put the burner in the dash fee dipped in black Got Bleek on alert For the cat who beat me on the stack Chorus 4x's To stay alive in New York City To stay alive realize that you got to be a soilder Yo, Yo Slow money, broke niggas, no weed One gun And my down bitch gone Got a nigga on the run Strip hot Niggas came through Bang shots Have me sleeping in my wheels To the real get got Now I play the cut On some nigga what shit Flip fo-in-dicals For real now who wants it Two blocks from the Jay's this nigga lay He pump trays Try'n to get the Memph man put away His next option Pack up get out of dodge When he caught I'ma let the fifth give his face a massage Too much dro got my eyes low On the creep triple black down Cuz I'ma cripple that clown Spotted him by WoodHall Niggas think the fe-in took off Like he ran track or he played football Hot day and everybody outside I'ma catch him on that block Where the hot wips ride Ride slow this nigga out burning trees Wit a bad bitch I'ma put his brain on her sleeve I'ts already cocked I move slow up the block Jumped out Made him tounge kiss the glock I Squeeze two And niggas seen this nigga drop Cold of the street and forever stay hot Motherfucker Chorus 4x's To stay alive in New York City To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier |
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check it out Shit, I'm here now, where it's at? I'm there now, when I walk through the club The real have stare-downs And I walk by, lil nigga play the short guy Pockets is grown, when I cock it, it's on You believe that, all the chickenz be where the treez at Car hopping bitches be where the V's at I plot to get mo, stacks and a crib Sometimes I hear that Ele hold a gat in the crib Can't relax in the crib Niggaz did max bids Niggaz clap shit, ain't no acting in this You a playa? Well nigga who you working for? Cuz who coachin that team that you be otin for? When I ride by, I know you looking to spray me But I got a ghetto bird that go half on a three-eighty It's the game of life, you it, so play it right Bitches like you, M-e-m-p-h Bleek, yeah right [Chorus] Is you a thug nigga? Then bust a slug nigga It's no love nigga We true thug niggaz Streets is mine, One nine double nine, we shine Niggaz stack one's act and and catch one You a thug nigga? Then bust a slug nigga It's no love nigga We true thug niggaz Streets is mine, One nine double nine, we shine Niggaz stack one's act and and catch one [Verse2] Yo all the money and the gunz is nothin to me Cuz I could withstand the challenge within or without me Am I right, youngblood? If not, correct me, y'all ain't got enough money for y'all to check me You six feet, eight inches, 400 pounds of made niggaz that get broke down-acapo |
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[Chorus repeat 2x] [Dark Half] I'm on my feet now, shit never was it sweet now Belly but I'm still starve can I eat now, live complete Now, told by the older god never put the heat down [Verse One: Dark Half] Far from reper humbo meat now fuck with The winners bitches listen when I speak Got on some rap shit find it hard to creep Now I'm on point and move deep more relete Could Clap you but ain't nothing like a baet down We swept down these streets now like community sevrivce reach your faith face defeat now we Hipadument get in your skin niggas want beef now Bring It on when we borm ain't no rebound the war on son No time for sleep now get your guns no surrender no retreat now you violated dog blood got alete ypur whole life is down hill intype Deep down its deep now watch and seperate The wolf from the sheep now May you rest ever last in peace regons compete This year isare year knowlegde [Chorus(Wais instead of Dark Half)] [Verse Two: wais] Aiyyo, half Wais is on this crawl thorough Doing ten miles per on a sneak with no doubt In for way make the gun peak out just to sent a Message let for shots sneak out front I don't Hesitate to reach now you think you nice but Your dealer, your contract can conpreach now Chicken uses to front but they on my meat now Catch me in the park after dark with seats down I was known for emeny layin your feet down Now I'm known for shit one hundred degrees Now my style use to be just sick but its diesease Now take a one on one to this catch ya freeze now Death to enemys, life to thw family peace to my Killers up north who ever ran with me Ic |
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What they want god? Niggaz know the deal here It's real...yea [Verse 1] I was told ?get money? stack what I can Born In the Vile a nigga never ran Seen niggaz get cut shot stabbed up and kidnapped Ran over double crossed killed for a stack of green one's Now I live life do or die Marcy son evrybody trying to survive Maintain yo strip cokaine this shit We ain't leavin till we drain this shit Playin this shit, street life, but most of y'all hate Bleek right? I'm supposed to keep heat right? So you can haul the heat right, who really give a fuck though I grew up amongst cut-throats, nigga, we all want dough It's a all out thing, drugz produce cream, gunz produce human beingz Nigga what you think? I got one, stop one, Naw Drop one, can't stop one, I'm here till the copz come [Chorus] If you got money, everybody wants some If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some When a nigga get right, everybody wants some If you got money, everybody wants some If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some When a nigga get right, everybody wants some [Verse 2] By my area code, you know I'm able to roll I'm a Brook-Nam nigga, we lock and load Dodge y'all, my hungry niggaz spot y'all Ready to bury niggaz wit 50 shots y'all You hot god Stop y'all, from poppin y'all lil nickels to morocan zones I'm making somebody cripple The strip's the issue and my dogz will siC you While yo body bag flow, the body bag's full I twist Kelly over backboard, ready to puish the Caddy on the curb And smack dudes, I'm wit O.G cars, flip Oz's huh? Don't sleep huh I'm tryin to eat huh Real to the heart, you real? We can start a lil somethin togetha, start frontin togetha Get this money right, muthafuck, hater niggaz Shots to them traitor niggaz, and fake niggaz Yo, muthafuckazz... [Chorus] If you got money, everybody wants some If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some When a nigga get right, everybody wants some If you got money, everybody wants some If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some When a nigga get right, everybody wants some [Verse 3] Yo Dead or alive I'm forced to put the metal to guyz Raise my right under oath, I ain't tellin no lies I'm wanted alive, last nigga try to survive Blast niggaz, you can ask niggaz how to get by Stay rollin alive, brand choclates huh Gunz so big, by time you see the spark, you die Niggaz ordered a spy, won't stop till we all in the sky Or get caught bustin down the pie Crack a bottle for niggaz who ain't here or doin time In the box, gettin stops, burnt blocks for dimes All my niggaz sittin, tented wit .9mm's Been doin or still in it wit crimes, Fuck the innocent kind I ain't repentin till I die, gettin head is my aliby I wasn't there when niggaz blazed and that coward died I'll make a stiff make you niggaz raise up, blaze up Yo last days is up, Mufuckazzz.... [Chorus] If you got money, everybody wants some If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some When a nigga get right, everybody wants some If you got money, everybody wants some If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some When a nigga get right, everybody wants some If you got money, everybody wants some If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some When a nigga get right, everybody wants some Muthafuckaz........ Faggot ass niggaz always want some when A nigga get some Get yo own u bastardz My clique gon forever shine for Nine-Nine Past three like the year, want it? Get it nigga. |
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Yea Memph Bleek(it's not a game) Get this money(no doubt) For the Nine double(and home I am wit no trouble) I stumble thru the Jungle Yea what y'all want? Uh huh take it personal That's right Check it out Ey yo I push the bum drop, the M-e-m-p-h man keep the gun hot And now I live where you come ? I go to war where you bag chicks Floss where you can't sit, what the fuck y'all want? I do the thingz that you can't do, fly to the ankle, cock pick the shorty You Asleep when I came through, it's fucked up what this game'll do Next thing that's fucked up is when I aim at you, spit eight at your range rov If you ever talk shit like I ain't know, you get it right, I Play corners Pocket full of drugz, two dollars from a dub, then I holla I don't really give a fuck We raw, green you ain't seen before, chicks stink wit a ass you ain't squeezed before Got gunz now, that hold 16 or more, for you crab ass niggaz who wanna meet the floor [Chorus] Yea I won't stop(for bitch niggaz, broke all yo life afiliate wit rich niggaz) I won't stop(for bitch niggaz, broke all yo life afiliate wit rich niggaz) I won't stop(for bitch niggaz, broke all yo life afiliate wit rich niggaz) I won't stop(for bitch niggaz, broke all yo life afiliate wit rich niggaz) [Memphis Bleek] I'm the type to pull rank, hold shanks, project huss-elar Walk where you can't muthafucka, for the Nine double My S1 still bubble, test one, you gon feel the M-1 touch you Gunz galore, smoke tonz of raw, how you ball before? Never ran the floor, never run scrimmage, if you ever take my image I'ma see to it you niggaz gon hemorage Bleed from the waist |
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(feat. Beanie Sigel)
[Memphis Bleek] Yo I park where da crack at Heads by packs at Down in Philly Where my niggas roll crabs at Pack gats at Run up in a label Take a nigga ass cap You ass cat [Beani Siegel] I'm dat kid Dat'll catch a himmy and post bail Get locked for another niggas body Won't tell Get head from a dime bitch And won't nail Bag a dime from a half a brick Wit no scale [Memph Man] Yo you know where to find me In da PH. lobby Two first and Siegel Niggas know not to try me Post wit a shotty Tims on how I be All blacked out Hoody on wit da crack out [B Mac] You can catch Mac in Marcy 4-5-6ing it Orange Bo Jackons New York Knicking it Durag Nautica sweats Slaughter da set Dope spot rushin' Set up shop on Flushing Chorus >From my hood to your hood Yo I got you nigga >From block to your block Yo I got you nigga My bitch to your bitch My hood to your hood My block to your block Aiyo I got you nigga [2x] [Beanie Mac] Tray snub in da club Real high when I come through Layin' blood in da club You can die if you want to I stay strapped Slugged you out That's how I ride in da jungle Imagine Mac "What a Thug About" Live in da Tunnel [Memph Bleek] I roll up Philly live Pearl handle 4-5 Killer Ginuwine drive I ride or die Me and Beanie got front doe Puttin' in work And I'm a Brooklyn nigga Put da semi to work [Beanie Siegel] Yeah you know how we play From PA to BK Smash and scrape scrape Stash and break cake You can feel the steel Get cut or bust down Front on tech ball Smith and Wessin like Buck Town [Memphis Bleek] I'm in da 7-6 Jers Wit twist up herb Nigga got nerve Frost bit wit no furs Chofers Straight to Philly no turns Exit Ben Frankiln To brake down da birds Chorus |
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Get your ones get your guns, muthafucker it's on
New millennium and what? Bleek reborn All the haters eat a dick, who I'm riding with bitch You know the game and the name, I ain't change for shit I toke cuatro cinco when uno says Keep uno in the head you wouldn't fuck with this My guns German bullets burning Where them bricks I'm searching, I need the money urgent And I'm rushing, you slowing me down, ain't no holding me now I'm out the gate, on the throne and I'm holding it down All my niggas on the run, you's to eat for a reason Fuck around and holla wrong, me and NORE come in squeezing And these streets is mine, M E M P H, I got style I make it look good being wild With da game I got, anything I got I hate everything in site, whether aiming or not Yo, what u niggas wanna hate for? Why you niggas all running outta state for? You ain't thugs and you niggas can't take for Now you snitchin' why y'all wanna turn states for, ha? Yo, what u niggas wanna hate for? Why you niggas all running outta state for? You ain't thugs and you niggas can't take for Now you snitchin' why y'all wanna turn states for, ha? What, what, I do this shit for the streets Just left Iraq, 'bout to meet with Bleek Aiyo, and we both got weed in tons When me and MemphMan, smoke the call us lazer lungs Thugged out, Roc-a-Fella, big bank accounts On the sky-tel with big type, and bring the ounce Clip on niggas, niggas just be seeing me cussing How you dig up with my style, the way I be rushing Just to style you head in, you drove to a dead end So what you gon' do now, once I but lead in I say what, what, now y'all say what, what I say that I'm a thug, now y'all wanna be thugs And I admit that I'ma hustler just hustling drugs Yet I do this shit because crime pays I'll rock a cescear and doo rag and I don't got waves Don't got waves, don't got waves, don't got waves Yo, what u niggas wanna hate for? Why you niggas all running outta state for? You ain't thugs and you niggas can't take for Now you snitchin' why y'all wanna turn states for, ha? Yo, what u niggas wanna hate for? Why you niggas all running outta state for? You ain't thugs and you niggas can't take for Now you snitchin' why y'all wanna turn states for, ha? Yo, yo, niggas wanna turn states, just hand me the eight Have a crib in Iraq, for the Memph escape Where the D's won't find me, trees is lime green Hoes give head just to ride and watch springs Niggas gon' hate, 'cause we trying to get rich My steak got A1, I can taste the chips Give them facial hits, from the chrome thou flip With the serious scratch, get them pinnacles back You can take some nigga, you wouldn't take some of these My bullets heat up and burn, nigga, feel my sting For the 9 double 9, these streets is Bleek All my niggas on the run just got to eat Yo, what u niggas wanna hate for? Why you niggas all running outta state for? You ain't thugs and you niggas can't take for Now you snitchin' why y'all wanna turn states for, ha? Yo, what u niggas wanna hate for? Why you niggas all running outta state for? You ain't thugs and you niggas can't take for Now you snitchin' why y'all wanna turn states for, ha? |
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Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat Some nigga hit me wit a signing Shit yo I'll settle wit dat Went to my block got it off and coped metal wit dat So if a nigga ever frontin I'ma wet im wit that Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat Some nigga hit me wit a signing Shit yo I'll settle wit dat Went to my block got it off and coped metal wit dat So if a nigga ever frontin I'ma wet im wit that [Verse1] My gunz, my credentials, I'm geased up Hate a nigga that don't know me and swear that Bleek front cause I'm a little nigga, so what, I did my thang Now I came up, fuck a nigga gon tell me? Before this Bleek shit, a nigga couldn't eat and shit I sold drugs, fascinated by this sneaker shit On hot days I found ways to clock pay Had yellow tops now my topz is gray Cause one these lame niggaz got the color of mine But one problem, niggaz work ain't as butter as mine And you got to believe, yo I'm dope in the drawers form, poppy seed And you got to be weed, I got a ounce of D and no clientele But when the sun goes down I hit the strips for sales Clock mel, half of my dogz ain't rottweil We bout to work wholesale, and flip the price the retail Wha...... [Chorus] Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat Some nigga hit me wit a signing Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat Some nigga hit me wit a signing Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that [Verse2] I got the hood in me, so I guess I'm no good, nigga I stay strapped Cause I know a nigga could, nigga I chop grams in the crib wit my man We blew L's and politiced on how to expand We supplied the Vein Promised to go out in a blaze Before them pigz lock the game We gotta maintain in this world of cold blood It's no love, niggaz will back out heat and let you hold slugz We took re-up money Rollin dice, and I neva thought a game of Cee-Lo Could take my man life, Over 3 cdnt, My son was a little bit A nigga flash heat, he flipped and seen the end of it A cool cat, and novody seemed to like him Dat was my dog so nobody had to like im I closed the vein down, I couldnt hustle no mo But still I hold heat ready to ride to war Cause I could die by this game Spit in the Mic and my life aint no different Just a Regular Cat [Chorus] Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat Some nigga hit me wit a signing Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat Some nigga hit me wit a signing Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that [Verse3] Yo Yo Why niggaz throw Ice grills and I see you tight grill But I know if i squeeze you faggots gon squeal I laugh at y'al flash cash at y'all In the tinted whatever, ried right past y'all Me and my cod-ee and we all know Bleek Tight, the whole heat, you niggaz don't know me Where the fuck niggaz know me from? (Marcy, son) You niggaz frontin you ain't have heart to come Besides you niggaz mad cause yo bitch ride shotty Round town, malibu mixed wit Bicardi She relaxed in da drop, Fendi shades matchin the watch Accent osets, the bitch kinda prop But her man think he untouchable Put his ass where he ain't comfortable, Lay him up for a few He'll realize, Bleek ain't the one to fuck wit Provoke me to spit, consider it dealt wit I'm not the type to hit shotz and miss you The type to play you close to kiss you nigga describe the pistol, you hit wit When they fillin yo body wit liquid Now I'm on the low cause you told em it was Memphis Who blazed you up, yeah, layed you up Yo mouth got you like that, and thats plain as fuck I'm a Regular Cat, wha... [Chorus] Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat Some nigga hit me wit a signing Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat Some nigga hit me wit a signing Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat Some nigga hit me wit a signing Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat Some nigga hit me wit a signing Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that Regular cat, wt em wit dat I'm just a regular cat Yo I'll settle wit dat then I'ma wet em wit dat |
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