*featuring Noreaga
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[Memphis Bleek]
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Get your ones, get your guns
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Muthafucker it's on
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New millenium, and what?
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Bleek re-born
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All the haters eat a dick
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Who I'm riding with bitch
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You know the game and the name
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I ain't change for shit
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I toke cuatro cinco, when uno says
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Keep uno in the head, you wouldn't fuck with this
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My guns German, bullets burning
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Where them bricks I'm searching
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I need the money urgent
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And I'm rushing, you slowing me down, ain't no holding me now
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I'm out the gate, on the throne and I'm holding it down
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All my niggas on the run, you's to eat for a reason
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Fuck around and holla wrong, me and NORE come in squeezing
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And these streets is mine, M-E-M-P-H, I got style
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I make it look good being wild
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With da game I got, anything I got
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I hate everything in site, whether aiming or not
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[Hook (X2)]
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[Noreaga]
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Yo, what you niggas wanna hate for?
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Why you niggas all running outta state for?
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You ain't thugs and you niggas can't take for
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Now you snitchin' why y'all wanna turn states for, ha?
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[Noreaga]
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What, what, I do this shit for the streets
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Just left Iraq, bout to meet with Bleek
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Aiyo, and we both got weed in tons
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When me and MemphMan, smoke the call us lazer lungs!
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Thugged Out, Roc-a-Fella, big bank acounts
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On the sky-tel with big type, and bring the ounce
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Clip on niggas, niggas just be seeing me cussing
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How you dig up with my style, the way I be rushing
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Just to style you head in
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You drove to a dead end
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So what you gon' do now, once I but lead in
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I say what, what, now y'all say what, what
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I say, that I'm a thug, now y'all wanna be thugs
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And I admit that I'ma hustler just hustling drugs
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Yet I do this shit because crime pays
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I'lI rock a cescear and doo rag
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And I don't got waves
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(don't got waves, don't got waves, don't got waves)
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[Hook (X2)]
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[Memphis Bleek]
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Yo,yo,yo, niggas wanna turn states
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Just hand me the eight
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Have a crib in Iraq, for the Memph escape
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Where the D's won't find me
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Trees is lime green
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Hoes give head just to ride and watch springs
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Niggas gon' hate, 'cause we trying to get rich
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My steak got A1, I can taste the chips
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Give them facial hits, from the chrome thou flip
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With the serious scratch, get them pinacles back
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You can take some nigga, you wouldn't take some of these
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My bullets heat up and burn, nigga, feel my sting
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For the 9 double 9, these streets is Bleek
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All my niggas on the run just got to eat
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[Hook (X2)]
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Why You Wanna Hate For
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Memphis Bleek |