[Verse 1-Memphis Bleek]
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Yeah, I come from bottom to the top
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I seen a lotta niggaz fall
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Top to bottom, cause they flows wasnt hot
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Them niggaz swore they was chillin, Reality they not
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Thats why I'm in the spot, Treat the ?? like the pot
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I'm strappin up that product, get my strip back in order
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Hit records, its like a brick, 16s is like a quarter/quota
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Thats why I'm tryna flip it, this time i'ma do it different
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Mixtapes is like a fiend, niggaz givin free hits and
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You niggaz let'm sample it, Neva give'm the work
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Now this tape better then your album sales, lookin hurt
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I'm tryna take it back in the day, when it was 20 time
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Industry is fucked up, the back to sellin niggaz dimes
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Singles is nickles, lotta albums done flopped
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Lotta labels done dropped, you was signed, now you not
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Thats why I neva play wit the position I'm held wit
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Who lie about sellin drugs? Album ain't sell shit
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[Scratched]
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You heard the title nigga, 5-3-4
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(Cant hear the rest)
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[Verse 2-Memphis Bleek]
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I'm bout to have this thing on lock, you can't tell me different
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I got the soft n hard top, you could tell I'm livin
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I got that gat on my lap, just don't tell the snitches
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They got they tail between they legs, you could tell they bitches
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Their ain't no heaven for a G, so the hell with it
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My life is deep, motherfuckers please delve in it
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Started with promo, no homo, movin 12 inches
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Pimp the game, comin to age at 12, bitches
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(Thats when I had well-wishes)
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Niggaz call me prince of the city
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Next in line, call me king of new-yitty, pity
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How the same niggaz that bailed wit me, bailed on me
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Took to many pulls of the L on me
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Drank up all kool-aid, left glasses in my kitchen
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Food for thought, my nigga you do the dishes
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[Scratched]
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You heard the game and the name
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You heard the title niggaz, 5-3-4
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Memphis Bleek |