[Memphis Bleek]
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Ayo Roc-A-Fella Records runnin the streets wreckless
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Get Low the future you gotta respect it
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The hood's still in back of me, guns still beside of me
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Still for the street, hoes they wanna ride wit me
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Big print like I just hit lottery
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Like y'all can't see a nigga straight from poverty
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We ghetto, we're gutter, where you don't come around
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Some dudes make records and say they underground, BUT
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I choose not to go that far cuz I was born there pa
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I don't gotta write bars you niggaz see my scars
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And you know my story
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I'm more for the war I'm bout guts & glory
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Them other dudes front for y'all I can't do it
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I don't gotta sell my soul to sell music
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I put the beat on, Murder'll roll the weed up
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Put it on the street one week, watch it heat up
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Heavy rotation rockin on Hot 9
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You niggaz get your money right cuz I got mine
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And it's Roc-A-Fella Records runnin the streets wreckless
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Get Low the future you gotta respect it
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I been in it since 9-6 before I could drive whips
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To focus on gettin' paid before "Coming Of Age"
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Niggaz they understand the boy done became a man
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Loyal to all my peeps that's why I did for the fam
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Who the FUCK, WANT, WHAT
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None of you niggaz I'm right back cuz I aint done wit the bidniss
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Them niggaz owe me a check, niggaz owe me respect
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I give you that good game I told you I been M.A.D.E.
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And it's Roc-A-Fella Records runnin the streets wreckless
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Get Low the future you gotta respect it
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And I'm from the M to the A to the R-C-Y/why
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So many niggaz be hatin' they don't want me to ride
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But, you see Bleek just livin' his life
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Instead you wanna see a nigga throwin' that iron
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Well, so be it
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It's many dudes in the team that ain't family now
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And y'all see it
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Dynasty though, it remain the same
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So every time you throw it up you know who changed the game homie
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The ROC army; Get Low and State Property
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Caked up in real estate and never played Monopoly
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But why them niggaz wanna act all aggy
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Cuz of the bigger plate and I got more baggies?
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But shit where's the love
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I could tell you it ain't nuttin over here but new guns & slugs
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And it's all about the butter, you ain't listen baby boy?
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That the ROC'll never lose we just kill & destroy
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And it's Roc-A-Fella Records runnin the streets wreckless
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Get Low the future you gotta respect it
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Roc-A-Fella Get Low Respect It
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Memphis Bleek |