*featuring T.I., Trick Daddy
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[Intro - Memphis Bleek]
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Uh (uh) yeah (yeah)
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Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
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Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
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Know what it sound like
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(It's the Roc nigga)
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Heard (uh-huh, uh)
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Don't be scared now niggaz
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(Round here, round here)
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We know you scared now
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Marcy House (let's go, Just Blaze)
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[Verse 1 - Memphis Bleek]
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I let you know, how I do it round here
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And I'm out eight in a morn', dawg glock two around here
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What chu move around here, and you know I keep my tool around here
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My niggaz act a fool around here, yeah
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My hood, my set, my strip, my p's, whatever
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We down, we real, we bang forever
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Put in game down here, make change down here
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Cause I serve them fiends, that raw 'caine down here, yeah
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And I done made my way, round here
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And them hoes know, I twist them like haze round here
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Been +M.A.D.E.+ down here, blow hay round here
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Ask around, them niggaz know I lay down here
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Down here, yeah, and I done aired down there
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But the streets was bigger, I pump the lead round here
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Round here... and I'm still in my Nike Air's
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Yeah, my hat leanin, and I'm livin wit no fears
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[Chorus - Memphis Bleek]
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Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
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Yeah, we ridin clean, on them things round here
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Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah
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We blowin dro, gettin low round here, yeah
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Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
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We ridin clean, on them things round here
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Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah
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We blowin dro, gettin low round here, yeah
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[Verse 2 - Trick Daddy]
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It's hot as hell, but it snows down here
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You get a box of blow for no mo' then 24 down here
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This is the season, for the zoe's round here
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If you corner who you know you can get it for the low down here
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From - nickels to birds, you can get it flipped and served
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For talkin too much, be for certain, them niggaz workin
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You can buy it, from the cops down here
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You know who sweat it down here, bitch it's so Crip round here
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So many bitches out there, snitchin round here
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That's why every summer, bitches be missin round here
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I roll wit - straight killers, thug niggaz, and drug dealers
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And if they ridin wit me, best believe them my niggaz
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As for you bitches, forget about it
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See the head was tremendous, but this dick - is strickly business
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I'll be thuggin forever, see I'ma fighter, not a lover
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I'm a hit-and-run-it, cold-blooded, motherfucka
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But the hoes, they don't care down here
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They be - suckin and fuckin all year down here
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They be heavy on the pill, down here
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Got mo' than that what the motherfuckin meal down here
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[Chorus w/ (T.I. ad-libs)]
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[Verse 3 - T.I.]
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Oh yeah, I know you prolly never known, round here
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It get hotter then the body, get the wrong idea
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It's just Caprice's, and Impala's sittin on chrome down here
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Brawls and ballin, ain't all that's goin on round here
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Young killers tote pistols, like they grown down here
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Them young niggaz similar to King Kong, round here
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A pocket full of stones, would get you on down here
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So dope boy, keep ya drops like the song round here
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Hey it ain't safe for the faker walkin home round here
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Hey, the hell what we know if you ain't know round here
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You say the wrong thang, will get ya back blown round here
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The gangsta's rep they hood, by the zone round here
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Get a hole in ya dome, bout ya rims down here
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24's make them dubs, look like 10 down here
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I'm where it is, and the biz is for us rappers round here
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Money, hoes, cars, dro's is all that matters down here
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[Chorus]
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Round Here
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Memphis Bleek |