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Somebody to get knocked
The out tonight man
You tell your boy somethin'
You tell him somethin'

Skip through the blueprint one bang this mentioned
Bleek you're one hit away but he didn't know The was pitchin'
Balls faster than Clemens nigga you're too big for your bitches
Two gold albums and make you a hitter

Might make you a little richer but don't the big picture
All of make you a fag but money like Little Richard
Take your ass picture put it next to Gulliany
Run you for Roc-A-Wear fit and beat you with the Tommy

Drag your ass to Alby Square
Call Beans, Jay, Freeway, Biggs, Dame I'll be
Compton behind me ask Nas is with me
You ain't never sold in your life I'm takin' your fiends with me

My smoke like Robert Downey
Two shots and a pound he got a room in Kings
And you live or sit in a box
Dependin' on how long it NYPD to to the shot

Memph Bleek, Memph Bleek, Bleek
Memph Bleek, Bleek, Memph Bleek

See what the problem is too much coast dick lickin'
And everybody to do their best 2Pac rendition
Listen wonder how I live with 5 shots
is hard to kill on my block

When you was in the streets of age
I was in the streets pumpin' the
While you was rappin' I was it happen
On the block a k

While you was The Roc on the stage
I had rocks on the
On headliner for the page we know that you front
You be on sunset doin' what? Gettin' your ass stunt

You gon respect us or that fo' rippin' through the
And you know who you are deaf get the message
Malik or M E M P H
Fuck around and be a B I T C H
'Cuz all that yappin' dude will get clappin' dude
And Memphis from rappin' dude, huh

Bleek, Memph Bleek, Memph Bleek
Memph Bleek, Bleek, Memph Bleek

It took me a little but I am now understandin'
Jay fucked up in the first when he picked olo with candy
Did olo in the second, nigga it from me
The Roc get knocked off the till you picked up beans

Add freeway to the team but move the ugly
Trade the Marcy reject for Cam'ron and Chris
Now the squad 5 is live 6 man is
Fans in the stand yellin' out fuck Bleek

You want beef I have body parts all over New York
Leg in jersey arm in Brooklyn buried in central park
You can't borrow from New York no more like John Storch
And I ain't talkin' to him I'm to Malik

And I got a box for a nigga like you
is talkin' how many real niggaz like you
Hit LAX when you come to the coast
Niggaz don't play with lives when it comes to the toast

Memph Bleek, Memph Bleek, Memph
Memph Bleek, Memph Bleek, Bleek