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Yeah. What y'all niggaz want |
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street shit, Memph Bleek shit, Ja rule shit |
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You heard nigga |
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It's all real in the field nigga |
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(Chorus) x2 |
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Niggaz live wit it, money drugs and murdah for life |
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Bitches deal with it, only lovin them hoes for the night |
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If your feeling it, get high its alright |
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but you can't get it, until the day of our demise |
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Memphis Bleek- |
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You can holler at the dog haters wanna see me fall |
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Bitches wanna too see me ball killers they don't wanna see me at all |
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If I wasn't rolling with the rock |
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Will you niggaz pass rock share birds or flash glocks |
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I walk around wit two Mac's, razors and icepicks |
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Just cause you niggaz want to see me hurtin like them |
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Its all about the benjamins money cash hoe's |
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livin through this shit i'm in nigger stack doe |
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Street scholar, eight figure nigga white collar cat |
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ain't the M-E-M-P-H man, bitch holla back |
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I'm a creature smoking on hay since it was reefer |
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Drug ass flow like I was cut wit ether |
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Mark ass nigger don't want a part of this nigga spark with this nigga |
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blaze bark wit this niga |
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Me and Ja Rule ****in you hoe's is what these guys do |
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Ain't the type to buy you, mommy how you, slide cock inside you |
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supply you with ten bitches times two, I'm a mother****in animal |
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(Chorus) x2 |
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Ja Rule- |
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**** the world cause it ain't quite ready me |
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I'm living my life niggaz take a look at these eyes |
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Witness what it is to be real niggaz |
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guns, drugs, hot slugs, coke runs, want some, get some |
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Bad enough buy some nigga |
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****ing around with Ja and Bleek and get hit up |
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Tearing your whole clique then we clip up |
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Nigga thats what these Murderers nigga that's us |
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What the ****, is you ready to die right now nigga? |
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Know you feelin my style nigga |
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Run wit nothing but wild Brooknam and Queens Isle niggaz |
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Hit em any nigger that breath rule riddel em wit hot one |
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Ain't nigga like me, who you riding wit? |
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Rolling nothing but hot shit your bitch my bitch |
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Only difference is bitches on my dick blow dick |
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How I cock spread hit ho's love that shit, you celibate |
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I'll turn you into the freakest bitch |
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Have you topless dancing in bars naked for dollars |
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Y'all bitches know what my style is |
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Always on some foul shit, Rule bitch |
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Let the world know |
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When I spit nothing but that murderous live wit it |
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(Chorus) x2 |
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Memphis Bleek- |
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Hol-la! What you think of that, bitch where we freakin at |
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Bum chick don't speak to that, fly momma creep wit that |
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Live with it nigga hit it, don't stop get it get it |
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Don't tricking bitching, would you **** with it |
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Brooknam and Queens |
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Yo, it means more killin, more guns, more drugs, more real ass niggaz |
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HOLLA don't give a ****, DOLLAS niggaz what you want get it |
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Crump blaze skunk, what the **** y'all want nigga! |
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Ja Rule- |
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None of me cause, I hit em wit to much style |
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And my energy got these niggaz creatin lil me's |
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I'm a lock and squeeze know that its my time |
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If I leave air breath niggaz haten on mines |
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I'm a nightmare niggas better prepare to die |
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And deal wit Ja hollerin Murda 4 life! |
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(Chorus) x2 |
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Uhh yeah |
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Ja Rule, Memph Bleek |
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Holla back, Roc-a-Fella |
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Its Mur-da, Its Mur-da uh uh |
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We out |
