[Memphis Bleek]

For this 98 shit, you rap cats better lay shit

Cuz Bleek's gonna lay shit

You heard me? Holla back

So what ya know about a four ga six,

and a Cuban with a diamond cut chips

And a whole lotta chicks in this world gonna strip with me

Get your money right nigga

I'm tryin to be worth 6 Million like Steve Austin

Drive thru my PJ's flossin, like what? Bionic

You see me blowin chronic

In charge with San Diego, burn like Wako

Leggo on my shots like Eggo

Or Lee Hungry Oswald, three miles far

Picture main man open the car

Sware to god, you get hit hard,

you violate my squad on the job

Know me, the Ogee on my mic I make about 20 G a week

In these streets tryin to eat



[Chorus: repeat 2X]



We need to live life 2 tha fullest

See you never know when you perform

Dead on, so that I'm napalm

Makin sure ya remember my name, Bleek

Stayin on top of my fame, on top of my game



[Memphis Bleek]

Aiyo the streets got a nigga turned out, say word

But the gat got a nigga bustin back, so what?

It's the ghetto, we all the killas walkin the light

I think the ceiling the dark

I'mma bring it to the light

The police never liked us, now they hired bikers

In TNT tryin to shut down the CNB

Cartel, tryin to stack mail and prevail

To cop a 300 XL, yo you niggas know Memph for gettin dough

Fuckin these hoes, nuttin flow, erate my foes

All lies on my arm piece or the chain becardian

Absolute, throwin shit in the game

I'm tryin to snatch cream, and slide very often

Hate had me stressed so I got rid of that shit like abortion

And ain't afraid to leave you niggas in the coffin

So often, you gonna see my click flossin-ac