typed by LudaKri$



[Memphis bleek]



ugh huh

M-e-m-p-h-i-s, i reps, i get cheque, i blaze tecs

fuck, come on

yea get yo guns nigga

streets is mine

nine nine

thugged out, part 2



[Verse1]

check it out

Shit, I'm here now, where it's at?

I'm there now, when I walk through the club

The real have stare-downs

And I walk by, lil nigga play the short guy

Pockets is grown, when I cock it, it's on

You believe that, all the chickenz be where the treez at

Car hopping bitches be where the V's at

I plot to get mo, stacks and a crib

Sometimes I hear that Ele hold a gat in the crib

Can't relax in the crib

Niggaz did max bids

Niggaz clap shit, ain't no acting in this

You a playa? Well nigga who you working for?

Cuz who coachin that team that you be otin for?

When I ride by, I know you looking to spray me

But I got a ghetto bird that go half on a three-eighty

It's the game of life, you it, so play it right

Bitches like you, M-e-m-p-h Bleek, yeah right



[Chorus]

Is you a thug nigga?

Then bust a slug nigga

It's no love nigga

We true thug niggaz

Streets is mine, One nine double nine, we shine

Niggaz stack one's act and and catch one

You a thug nigga?

Then bust a slug nigga

It's no love nigga

We true thug niggaz

Streets is mine, One nine double nine, we shine

Niggaz stack one's act and and catch one



[Verse2]

Yo all the money and the gunz is nothin to me

Cuz I could withstand the challenge within or without me

Am I right, youngblood?

If not, correct me, y'all ain't got enough money for y'all to check me

You six feet, eight inches, 400 pounds of made niggaz that get broke down-acapo