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Ayo Roc-A-Fella Records runnin the streets wreckless
Get Low the future you gotta respect it The hood's still in back of me, guns still beside of me Still for the street, hoes they wanna ride wit me Big print like I just hit lottery Like y'all can't see a nigga straight from poverty We ghetto, we're gutter, where you don't come around Some dudes make records and say they underground, BUT I choose not to go that far cuz I was born there pa I don't gotta write bars you niggaz see my scars And you know my story I'm more for the war I'm bout guts & glory Them other dudes front for y'all I can't do it I don't gotta sell my soul to sell music I put the beat on, Murder'll roll the weed up Put it on the street one week, watch it heat up Heavy rotation rockin on Hot 9 You niggaz get your money right cuz I got mine And it's Roc-A-Fella Records runnin the streets wreckless Get Low the future you gotta respect it I been in it since 9-6 before I could drive whips To focus on gettin' paid before "Coming Of Age" Niggaz they understand the boy done became a man Loyal to all my peeps that's why I did for the fam Who the FUCK, WANT, WHAT None of you niggaz I'm right back cuz I aint done wit the bidniss Them niggaz owe me a check, niggaz owe me respect I give you that good game I told you I been M.A.D.E. And it's Roc-A-Fella Records runnin the streets wreckless Get Low the future you gotta respect it And I'm from the M to the A to the R-C-Y/why So many niggaz be hatin' they don't want me to ride But, you see Bleek just livin' his life Instead you wanna see a nigga throwin' that iron Well, so be it It's many dudes in the team that ain't family now And y'all see it Dynasty though, it remain the same So every time you throw it up you know who changed the game homie The ROC army; Get Low and State Property Caked up in real estate and never played Monopoly But why them niggaz wanna act all aggy Cuz of the bigger plate and I got more baggies? But shit where's the love I could tell you it ain't nuttin over here but new guns & slugs And it's all about the butter, you ain't listen baby boy? That the ROC'll never lose we just kill & destroy And it's Roc-A-Fella Records runnin the streets wreckless Get Low the future you gotta respect it |
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| 2. |
| 3:35 |
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Everything's a go!
And I just washed the wheel, and I Armor All the wheels And it's real, everything's a go! New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, gimme a reason Everything's a go! Squad in the club wit me Tryna find a chick to fall in love wit me Everything's a go! Mami hit me on the jack Told me meet her at the spot, and I'm bout to call her back, its a go! Bleek come scoop you, try to seduce you Half Black and Chinese, she gave me the fu-fu A little bit of that, wan-tan soup From the hood, got more chips then wan-tan oooooooh! But matter fact, got more chesse than nacho Not from rap, when I used to fuck wit Pancho I'm in the class, all by myself Now you haters wanna crowd my space Hundred grand all in your face, motherfucker better fix ya face For they butterfly-stich ya face If ya bitch outta line, put the bitch in place If the record sound Just get the Blaze , nigga Put in back, on the block for motherfuckers The ROC get hot, let 'em scream "It's the ROC, in ya area!" You better warn ya folks They hate to see a real clique, but now Highest paid act, highest paid to rap I advance myself, and pay myself back Ha, man you gotta love that When them pockets on "E" man you gotta hug that Corner like you wanna proposal and lock that Kill a nigga for the scrilla man I'm not above that Hooo! hold on Young, let me get it back You got beef in these streets, Lord, let me get a gat Booooy! you now tuned |
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| 3. |
| 5:09 |
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Uh (uh) yeah (yeah) Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) Know what it sound like (It's the Roc nigga) Heard (uh-huh, uh) Don't be scared now niggaz (Round here, round here) We know you scared now Marcy House (let's go, Just Blaze) I let you know, how I do it round here And I'm out eight in a morn', dawg glock two around here What chu move around here, and you know I keep my tool around here My niggaz act a fool around here, yeah My hood, my set, my strip, my p's, whatever We down, we real, we bang forever Put in game down here, make change down here Cause I serve them fiends, that raw 'caine down here, yeah And I done made my way, round here And them hoes know, I twist them like haze round here Been M.A.D.E. down here, blow hay round here Ask around, them niggaz know I lay down here Down here, yeah, and I done aired down there But the streets was bigger, I pump the lead round here Round here... and I'm still in my Nike Air's Yeah, my hat leanin, and I'm livin wit no fears Round here, yeah, round here, yeah Yeah, we ridin clean, on them things round here Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah We blowin dro, gettin low round here, yeah Round here, yeah, round here, yeah We ridin clean, on them things round here Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah We blowin dro, gettin low round here, yeah It's hot as hell, but it snows down here You get a box of blow for no mo' then 24 down here This is the season, for the zoe's round her |
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| 4. |
| 4:15 |
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(Just Blaze)
Hey yo guru, this Just Blaze, Bleek & Free right? So I could get a hook, or verse or sumthin? Get that outta here! Stick to makin beats...I stick to yo' moms, nigga! (Memphis Bleek) JUST BLAZE!!! Roll up a L, pour glass in that Arme Young E's had game since the days of Atari Since the youth, I used to shoot her right back to the path My day, goin hard, mack the back of the Cab Did it all, little robbery, back cart of the G-train Hood became a part of me, got a hell of a street game Niggas don't want no part of me, Bitches they wana roll up roll out Sit in the Ferrari, Breeze through Marcy YUP! They know I'm gangsta in every way YUP! I keep it gangsta, tech on me everyday BUT! P-Game, how I lean to hit it, don't act right, I got to leave these bitches you know! I chase bread dog, I'm after the spread dog The least you could do is give a nigga a lil' head dog! Parked by marcy, this two door Ferrari Can't believe mami deny me POOnani But I guess she don't listen to rap, so ima slut her like a ghost in the hole, Missing the track HUH! And I'm a P I M P fo' sho rap ROC NYC for short (Freeway) F are two e's slide through deliver more WHAT! ROC PHI for short, por favor I twist backwards swereve in the jeep, Cheek deep, pick up the chicks, chicks lookin for bleek Bleek sleep, makin me sick won't answer the phone Motorola Two way,you may answer to Freeway! I think it's him pagin me now, I hear the back strap Where you at? Got a room full of freaks! And they tryin' to get right, I could smut 'em all night, and get them chickens outta sight Pass them hoes, then mack 'em G to K, Freeway known for movin the Yay, I could get 'em from point A to point G] Here's the deal, I stuff 'em in the wheel For the right amount of billsm I bring em where you stay Why'all HATE freeway, scared when you see the freeway But you want to kill freeway! Your girl ride the freeway everyday Up and down, Back and forth In & out, know every rout (chorus)(memphis) Where my bitches who stack niggas? Fuck wit a nigga like memphis who gettin that paper But'll light you up with the jigga man! Where my bitches at? where my bitches at? Where my real Bitches at, see'mon! (Freeway) And all my niggas who took llamas,murda murda Heard of a nigga named freeway, from philly to the 'Linas Where my niggas at? where my niggas at? where my real niggas at see'mon! [Verse 2 (memphis)] All day I be smokin, We all my niggas who tokin We hit the block with the potent, give 'em a week and they blow it You know and you know, there's some ofa's sittin low and my dogs Know who all of us are, we sit low in the cars Ain't no bitches want to roll, they say I'm doin my thing! See its blue in the chain! I was changin my jeans but, Lil mami is you rollin, you what?, you fucka you suck For real I'm tryin'a see what's up WIT you Introduce you to the pimp and the playas Ain't no playin 'cause I'm a gangsta, I don't fuck with them hatas, And basic, hatin is the part I Ain't feelin Ho's want to fuck, 'cause there's shit that I'm willin Once they see it, I just fuck up they head, And when I bang out in the hood, I just fuck up my bread Instead of lead,I save it when I see you face to face Right now, I'm fucking wit hoes, they don't gimme face shit! [Chorus] ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By COX, MALIK / SMITH, JUSTIN / PRIDGEN, LESLIE Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group |
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| 5. |
| 4:25 |
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Memphis Bleek (w ab-libs in background)]
Yeah, yanahmean? Just something for all my niggas in the hood They always ask me, what I got to say to the youths and Yanahmean when I do these interviews Just wanna let em know (we ballin) You gotta strap up cause niggas'll test you Whenever you feel that pressure You let em know everyday of your life is, check it For real we still killin 'em and, each one of 'em You know the flow like caine, look it's numbin 'em Look what I done to them, they want run wit 'em I let 'em stay few nights but then I'm done wit 'em Mami you rollin, get your clothin You know one sight of the mansion will get 'em open I back out my garage wit, new Ferrari Cause I been pimpin this game since Atari You hardly, ever see me loving a hoe I tell a bitch, I'm in love wit my doe Cause I'm pimping and, niggas is bitchin and We was the pharmacy now you want prescriptions Think I'm slippin, like I don't grip again Go 'head trip it ain't nothing to drop a clip again Got my dawgs to catch me when I'm fallin Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin Nigga we ballin - ready for war and Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin We ballin - ready for war and Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin Yeah, I take a sip of that henny I load that tec up I hit the block wit the medicine give 'em check ups You see I'm vest up, I'm ballin at war These niggas wanna see me off, they don't wanna see me on but Proof I'm ballin; I put a eighth-acapo |
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| 6. |
| 6:14 |
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(Beanie Sigel)
Roll a "L" and burn a incent It's like magic when I invent This shit that I present Yo turn my levels up a izinch And drop the trebble down the pizinch And let the bass commence To relax your nerves It's like a paintin with no color it's-why I attach the words My mind the brush, my life the canvas, the world, the easel Combines a perfect picture for people My words is colorful like autumn The way they fall on the track like leaves when I record em' There's nothin like it when I write And I don't print, I invent it and predict it like a psychic Pull down the shades on the windows of your soul And gaze into your mind and watch the wisdom unfold I was taught when your vision's impaired The wisdom is there A message from Big Homey couldn't-have sent it no clear I know the flow is like hypnotic And tightest tip when I drop it with no particular topic Type shit that can't be bitten so stop it Type shit that can't be re-written on copy By kinko, kodak, fuji films Kin-folk know that groovy hymns Spit by him'll put the gospel to you Catch some little higher learning from a sermon once I drop it to you Hypnotic...hypnotic... My flow is like hypnotic... The flow is like hypnotic... My flow is like hypnotic... (Memphis Bleek) So roll a "L" and light a incent It's like magic when I event This shit that I present It's not a secret when I speak it I know that hatin' isn't physical but dawg I could peep it It's like a preacher preachin' his scripts or psychic readin' a palm Lines give me what I write in-this song The book is now open so let the story be told I enter through your mind and exit the back of your soul That could push you to some insight A shine like a headlight Pickeny diamond watch me get right I'm that nice Words is a cure that help me heal up a heart Words can become that evil game that help me get what I want..uh You start where you end, you end where you start I am the light of the situation I overshine dark Give you the pen, the book, the word, the truth, the sight, the mind I put it down, you call it a rhyme, I call it a sign I predict the unpredictable Heaven is invisible, but hell isn't physical Let me stop with the spiritual.. whoa Let me spit at you, show you how to move with no vehicle Come through your speakers Into/enter your ear, end up in paragraphs Tellin' your man of what you hear 'cause, spit it I often roll it tighter than chronic Styles versatile meanwhile it's hypnotic Hypnotic...hypnotic... My style is just hypnotic... My style is just hypnotic... My style is just hypnotic... (Jay-Z) Pass the dutchie if you was ill Take one to the grizzill Tell me what you fizzill It's like a complicated puzzle unravelin', mind travelin', with no particular flight patterin Speak the language of the lizand Desert feeds worm, worm feeds falcon, falcon feeds man ..uh Only the strong survive, so if you along for the ride strap your boots and leave your thongs inside..uh We experience turbulence in urban environments daily, rarely it's aqcuired We riot like Israelis Why am I here that question overwhelms me I am a gangsta, Dr. Melfi couldn't help me I am a thinker, my mind fixes all that L's/ills me the perfect elixir I trust mines will never fail me I let my speech unfold, I reach deep inside the seed of my soul and I got it Hypnotic...hypnotic.... My style is just hypnotic... My style is just hypnotic... My style is just hypnotic... My style is just hypnotic... My style.. hypnotic.. And we out, we out |
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| 7. |
| 3:24 |
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Yeah, you know?
I know what you ladies want I know what you need ya know? Let's go Come on I want to love you (P.Y.T.!) Pretty Young Thing You need some loving (T.L.C.!) Tender Loving Care And I'll take you there Girl, ooohhhhhh I want to love you Like you need to be loved And I, hold you like you need to be hugged And I'm, never letting you go 'cuz TRUST You all I need in my life I ain't letting you go 'cuz I (love you) And I'm letting it show for now ease your mind 'cuz in time we grow Listen, if we right for one another we live You wife unlike them other ones I've been with 'cuz I (I want to love you) Anyway I can, show you it's not the scene everyday I can I be that shoulder to lean, voice that you need And I, give you things that one can only dream of (Love you) from the bottom of my heart I'm true, know what you need, I seen what you been through, what? It's no stress, go 'head pack your stuff we on the trip just to show how much I I want to love you (P.Y.T.!) Pretty Young Thing You need some loving (T.L.C.!) Tender Loving Care And I'll take you there Girl, ooohhhhhh I want to love you Every minute every hour Of any day any place that you desire I show you how it feel just to tan in Brazil or Smoke out while we chill in the grill 'cuz I (love you) For the fact I'm grown, I'm 24 need something I could come home to Something to hold on |
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| 3:47 |
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Yeah! yeah! Right back niccas huh?! Yeah that bounce we need, ya know Marcy where we at huh? Right here Let me hear some new shit, yeah niggaz Just Blaze you a muhfucker wit these beats boy Let me hold it down though, yo Let the hood know, that Bleek ain't changed Anywhere in the world, I don't tuck the chain And I walk like, yeah I need the 'canecaine But dawg that's the shotty, trust me I ain't playing War, I'm ready for it to go there Anybody that know me know I love when it go there Dawg, and yeah that's wassup Four dimes, all mine nigga that's wassup Yeah, wifey wanna curse me out You won't get me cause the chain's like it's workin out But E's - still wit the Roc-A-Fella gang hoe Whole crew got cheese like mozzarella mayne Top come off, top stay on, whatever Got rid of the five I don't like the leathers niggas! Six is better, more room and there's more wood to cover my interior This is war! Enough of them words we wan't war! You throw a couple of shots, we throw more! You gettin that money, we got more! We got more nigga, this is war! I warned her, man should not fear man If you violate man then you die by hand And it should be fine, behanded that man That man I am and you don't understand But I hear the talking like "Bleek where you been?" It's unfortunate I'm in beef again huh Niggaz is rappin and clappin I'm still laughin Sat back in my hood and tried to live average But - you still want me to bang at em Stack lil paper, send a lil gang at em But I see you wanna stop my chill Trips to oddy earth, meetings wit McNeil Or |
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| 9. |
| 4:54 |
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yeah, MADE, no mob shit, money additude direction and education, on some real shit think about my hood one time, my hood this is a trip, Change and cross niggaz, where did we go wrong I'm from that two bedroom apartment marcy, 534 middle building yeah this here started me, i'm new to 'em, but consider me young, seen it all happen and understand what was done, but all i wanted was fly kicks fly shit, little nigga but still kept a fly bitch, and back then it was love in the hood, knuckle up with ya dogs but fuck it its all good, now i'm in the crib rippin up to go to war with him, same little nigga i used to steal from the store with him. I'll go and get him from school, we used to take the same bus same train back then we was koo, i broke bread at lunch with him, and if momz left me with two singles then u know i'm splitting one with him. We cut skoo in the building i lived in, one floor higher, smoking and get high. Damm think of H, now he locked up north it was like yesterday we was practicing sports, went from flipping on mats and now he flipping in the box, locked 23 hours a day he in the max, ain't no looking back, cause this life goes on, we was kids didn't think about the rights or wrongs. Nobody judged us the ghetto loved, streets the only thing that eva took something from us. I lost a couple friends, but i promised and prayed that when i make it i'ma see them again. I admit i was wild as a child and my moms didnt like none of my friends we used to call her Ms. Vow. My brother stayed on punishment, momma found out he hustling , found couple jacks her plan she thought of flushing them, me i'm in the streets i swore i neva change my brother caught a case i came up to do the same Thi |
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| 3:56 |
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Yo..whats ur problem shorty Actin all stink..its cool tho One yourself ma...(bitch says somehtin) Why u mad and actin uptight Girl i kno that somethin aint right Aint no need for me to lie I think that you need dick in ya life Why u mad and actin uptight Girl i kno that somethin aint right Aint no need for me to lie I think that you need dick in ya life Ayo bleek move thru clubs twist up somethin yeah A lil hay(hay), memph not frontin Then i sip a lil armay where are my momays Spread love thats how we do it in marcy One of em actin a lil different What isnt she missin, what isnt she gettin huh She need a nigga that break it any position If she take it liek a pro oohhh Let her go noooo You might be somethin to work wit Trust im not concerned wit him Im not your boyfriend Shit im just that nigga you call That'll dig up in the roots ma break u off And, i cant lie im just a nigga from the syy But i, been around a few whores before Either me or my boys tore it up before But im hopin you not that type Ill put it in your life ma Some say off the liquor you could fuck all night But i say that aint true you just be drunk all night Its me when im sober i can fuck all night Baby girl if we sippin we just drunk all night Its cool, first you gotta loose ur attitude Invite your girls over let em meet my man murder We smoke, talk, get aquainted Its get low so you know you gotta sing this Whatever happened tonight Trust it got to stay between us It never happned ton |
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| 5:22 |
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(Chi-chi, chi, chilly chill) It's gangsta, turn the music up, uh, ch'eah Yea, we back on that gangsta, gangsta shit Shit, they just wanna play the motherfuckin game We don't give a fuck but Swizz'll lit up somethin on you niggas (Chi-chi, chi, chilly chill) let's go I'm from murder, murder Marcyville My nigga you heard I clap you, I certainly will With my South Philly motherfucka kill at will Bet the nine milli make you niggas (Chilly chill) Yea, murder murder, Marcyville My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will With my South Philly motherfucka kill at will Bet the nine milli make you niggas (Chilly chill) I feel like a felon with two strikes, mad bullshit in this life I done seen everythin but Christ Luckily I'm just off the basement You niggas just bullshittin with bars, the boys you got just tryin my patience Like, I don't carry around banana clips like groceries With a presence that make em don't wanna get em close to me Talk about we suppose to be brothers Don't make me laugh, motherfucka you chose to be On the side opposin me, no matter what culture you be From, Young Hova light your ass up exposively A lil' use K for ya, pour out the P-A for ya Had to bring y'all like back in the day for ya They don't respect nothin else, they somethin else Two guns with sons will get inside yourself Loose two lungs, bullets'll get inside your health Will take the wind outta yourself, like so Niggas for truely in a war with yours truly While they emulating shit they saw in the Art Of War movie But I'm the writer of Sun T |
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| 4:05 |
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[Memephis Bleek + Intro]
Yo Yo Yo , Its tha roc in tha house Nigga we got Hype-d here we fixen to go down You know what it is Tha song is hell no Yo I'm Bleek and this is tha ROC yo lets spit at em. [Hype-D+ Chorus] When you up in tha club nobody showin ya love you say Hell No When yo girl call up a snitch and she call you a bitch what you say Hell no When you start beff and it get start what cha say Hell yea When tha ROC is in tha house what cha Hell yea [Hype-D+ Verse 1] First it was bleek then it was tha reff Then it was chris and neff now who back in tha game Who take ya fame who dash dame how he get fame 'cause look nigga I'm a crook I got tha mood I like some of y'all niggaz but ill eat ya food Just like anybody else would so do what cha can do When I lock n load and head 2 tha boat and take ya black coat And take ya 9 take ya fine take ya dine Hype-d , roc , memph bleek Smokin tha reff growin tha leaf startin beff stealin ya lines and beats And packin tha heats , steppin on ya toes and fuckin ya hoes , Nigga I bust ya ass up and then take ya cup so throw ya hands in tha air Like ya don't care and face ya fears 'cause when I come through expect to die 'cause nigga ya will be fried niggaz don't crie but I know you do you fake You can't compete with me you'z ain't free I smoke on trees and I trap and rap In tha atl , shit I can put ya shit in a basket and ship it to alaska Don't fuck with d or hey girl just call me hype-d 14 in tha rap game takin ya fame ain't that said you faggots ya get to mad easy ya songs are chessy listen to me ya know me I ain't gotta be d I'm hype to tha d don't ya see Or h to tha I to tha l nigga you goin to hell so ring tha bell and shut tha fuck up before I get some girls just to buck yo ass up I know they can nigga I ain't scared you weared out that ain't no doubt I rap forever I'm here Forever rev up tha rever and take tha teveria got tha marriata and 45 choopa z and 9's lock n load that shit and then hit em up and for all my hoes I'm gonna beat that thing up and lemme pour some drink and yo I'm here and I'm under 14 with a black card nigga you act hard nigga you soft as a pop tart you want beff I got ya beff come steal my reff or smoke ya own I don't knock ya hustle I just bust it and then I cut it so this is a southern toast and have a boast and get tha roast this is bars just don't know how many hey to all ya snitch niggaz go suck on yalls mommas tittys............ |
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| 3:15 |
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Know what this shit sound like right niggas? That old gun out music in the hood right? You hear it nigga, don't be scared nigga My niggas is wit me, we focused man, yeah Get Low in the building, y'know, nigga Let's do it, c'mon, yo It's gettin hot so the shorts is on Gotta tote the snub it's too warm for the long, nigga You could pass me to baby's zoo One shot'll turn a nigga face into baby food; BLAAH! Get it clear, now why they lookin for Saddam Weapons of mass destruction is here I got a few in my hood In case a nigga ever get the feelin and he think that he could Or would, pull sket on me I could show you first hand what's a felony And a hobby and the process of gettin money is nothing I'm not Sosa, but the dogs is coming This is not not, no, no, motherfucking game Entertain you motherfuckers is not why I came It's R.O.C. and M.O.P. I wipe floors wit little niggas for fuckin wit my team My nigga think so god that ounce and mo ice and the nicest MC But yo big, tell god I said naah, cuz he throw like a bitch When he threw it he missed, the niceset MCs is right here Why the fuck you throw it over there The whole rap game turned into a 2-Pac-a-don Gangsta boy boppin, with his nuts and cock in your palm Playa pass the baton, got a few jack tools and bullet scars Now you got your 2-Pac costume on (THUG LIFE!!) First of all, y'all niggas gon' need more songs This M.O.P. nigga we put it down (put it down!!) Motherfuckers trying to figure me out Wanna see what a nigga be bout But if I told ya, I predicted the death of my oldest brother was last An |
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| 4:37 |
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Yeah you know, just vibe with me, just understand my life And ya don't understand me still I never enjoyed success, but my family did.. And Ama write with that I eat good, smoke good, you see I push the latest whips with the hottest bitch Take trips to the coast of Bermudas But dog I'm from Flush Ave. where I pop toast for Aruba And I am Proud of myself, cause me true Dog, never acted never lie to myself I been in hollywood and back, guess what I'm Still M Say Number from the blue tops days, I'm still him You dudes think I'm touring like I'm part of you and out But is just about the performance, get the money we out Trying chill, trying to take the wife to eat But most girl, disrescpectful when they try to speak, as if They don't understand, Let me live, Ma I'm with my fam, let me live, and I Try to be nice about being disrespectful One gets respects, when show one respect too But you don't understand me still I never enjoyed success, but my family will And Ama write with that (Ama write with that, Ama write with that) But you don't understand me still I never enjoyed success, but my family will And Ama write with that (Ama write with that, Ama write with that) Yo.. I take it back home every chance I get Because I've been through every ghetto, but home I can't forget Wish I could take em all, on this ride with me But it wont be real, and if you asked it aint be reality I only fucked with a few, and If you real you know Soon you go, but if not, you don't yeah. We still family right, that's |
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| 4:53 |
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I would change a thing, if I have to live my life all over
Oh, baby, oh girl, I do it all again If I have to live my life, live my life I would I would do it all again, all again, yeah If I have to live my life all over, nope, oh, baby, yeah I do it all again (Yo everyday) If I have to live my life all over (Every hour you know, yeah) Yo, yo, same hustle man, same struggle man Yeah, I do it again, if I have to Still the same way, still the game paid Still the young nigga, still slang, yeah I wouldn't change a thing and my mama did it all by herself She sayin' the same pray, listen You hear when she whisper I get the chance I fix her, days that I slipped her And my man the past, I tell him I love him And I hug him before he pass Raised his daughter as if she was mine Still meet the same girl, still have mine, uh I thank God the Melik meet Shawn I throw the diamond up higher in every song And only drama could do it again Da hood don't love me, still I walk through it again hear me I wouldn't change one fact if I have to come back And I couldn't live black, got me But mama love me, I'm from da ghetto And only God could judge me I would do it all again, I would do it all again If I have to live my life all over, oh baby, yeah I do it all again (Aha, uh, yeah, what) I do it all again, if I have to live my life all over (I do it over, for real, same way) Oh, I wouldn't change a thang, same shit the basic Same house, same spouse, same pop's I came with Same gun, same case, same niggaz I bang with I be big right now before I change shit Just roll me up an L and live life and just do what I do It's all lovely when it's right But when it's wrong, I just play along Get hit bounce back like it's really nothin' wrong And I still struggle, still bubble No matter if I'm broke or rich I still hustle Still get niggaz to test you is my life And I do it all again,I do it twice And I won't change a thang, maybe two I bring Big and Pop back put them in the same room Then I apolotic and make peace in da same room Once a game dead then you know we all dead too, true And then we back on the block With the crack in da sack I take it how it come from the bottom to the top I signed wit Bleek and I'm ridin' wit The Roc and I Would do it all again, do it all again If I have to live my life all over, oh baby, yeah I do it all again, for the love as it gain If I have to live my life all over (And I do it again, yeah, holla) Oh, I would Yo, I talk to my fam I lost and let them know How I feel from my heart without them here no mo' And is no lies, I do it all again from the start of my life Till the night my mama die I would it told her, I love and it all kept looses and close Let her know I always be here for you Apologize to grandma that for da stress I put her through And to my dad I ain't mad at you Even thought you wasn't there without you I won't be here so I gotta be fair Still don't love lost over here I swear To my restin' road dawgz, yeah (I do it all again) Why changin' my resurrection I be back and the style same strip Back with the same click Hustle in the game chips, explain this If I have to live all over I do it Let Barbara have his kidz all over watch me Get it quick, servin' the pump liquor Spend a little mo' time with my big brother Leek Still be fam with Cease, Proof, Cali and Bleek Holla and get low, probably when my life repeat, nigga I would do it all again If I have to live my life all over, oh, baby, yeah I do it all again If I have to live my life all over, oh I would |
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| 5:45 |
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feat. Geda K, Jay-Z, Lil' Cease
[Into: (Memphis Bleek)] Ya know, it's the... ROC (bounce) Yea I see ya, let's go... drop one Yeah, Yo, Yo.. [Chorus: (Memphis Bleek)] 1, 2 why'all, you know I rock ya Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia 1, 2 why'all, you know I stop ya Dirty Get Low n**** we gotcha 1, 2 why'all (y'all) uh 1, 2 why'all (y'all) uh 1, 2 why'all (y'all) uh Yea... Yea... Yea [Memphis Bleek] I tote P89's on me all the time My rhymes is serious I'm kill'em every time While I'm... sunk in that 745 I am... feel like a jet when I ride (when I ride) So I ride n**** feel me on cruise control Game tight n**** lose your hoe I smoke... take a few pulls of the refer Ridin under the tint doin the duece fever Need some so I check the beeper Before B.I.G. pasted he pa**ed the number to Katrina Get it right the game still remain And I'm married to the s***, you n****s still engaged Nothin change, twelve gauge still POP! If you n****s want to jump at the ROC! You can come witcha BLOCK! If you want to Yea Ease the same I bet it all on dice so I could freeze the chain (now that's game) All you hoes is a show (your truck come with a chaffeur?) Ma fa'sho You know Ease the truth, they say sex is a weapon You'll be dead when I shoot [Chorus: (Memphis Bleek)] 1, 2 why'all, you know I rock ya Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia 1, 2 why'all, you know I stop ya Dirty Get Low n**** we gotcha 1, 2 why'all (y'all) uh 1, 2 why'all (y'all) uh 1, 2 why'all (y'all) uh Yea... Yea... Yea [Geda K] Yea... Yea.. It's Get Low and the ROC ain't a click out touchin'em Doe doublin b**** n****s not discussin'em Block tick rabbit when I'm finger f***in'em F*** a vest, tell ya boys have a bullet proof truck with'em It's Geda K the young horse, and M. Ease of course we gettin cheese Draw we don't squeeze, and SUV's on two-fours with t.v.'s Probably with your b****, playin the backseat And you know I hit it, ain't the type to chill with it Type to get rid of and never go to the crib with her S***, I move according to plans and still visit... park And still kick it and pick my n****s up And you know we be dro smokin, toten, loc'n Live from PR or Oakland, b**** its Get Low let me know what's up If you get it the truck get in position to f*** I'm ghetto, Hero Flynn, hot like heroin, young pimps thoro'in I pimp through their boroughs in Ya better keep your chicks intact... cause I walk like a pimp, talk like a mack [Chorus: (Memphis Bleek) + *Lil' Cease*] 1, 2 why'all, you know I rock ya Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia 1, 2 why'all, you know I stop ya Dirty Get Low n**** we gotcha 1, 2 why'all (y'all) uh *uh huh* 1, 2 why'all (y'all) uh *Cease A Leo* 1, 2 why'all (y'all) uh Yea... Yea... Yea [Lil' Cease] Aright, check it out... check it out..Uh oh..Uh oh... Yo Code name Cease A Le, crack on the AVE BK grimmey MC, rap wreck machine My n****s on the scene with the machine guns, the infa-red beams Hand gun with silencers, ride up on the side of ya Flash this gun up in ya face like photographers (camera flash noise) Stay in the hood with ice, ain't noboby robbin us When it come to rappin ain't noboby stoppin us dog (Ha Haaa!) It's ROC mafia who live as us, Jay ridin on side, B.I.G. on top of us Get Low firing my Phillie n****s ride with us (reloading noise) Dutch this blunt up if you want to get high with us (puffing noise) BK yo we reppin, I'm like cash... everywhere I'm accepted From Marcy to Stuy, the West to the Chi I keep it all hood till the day that I die [Chorus: (Memphis Bleek) + {Jay-Z}] 1, 2 why'all, you know I rock ya Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia 1, 2 why'all, you know I stop ya {GET LOW!!} Dirty Get Low n**** we gotcha 1, 2 why'all (y'all) uh {WOO!!} 1, 2 why'all (y'all) uh {WOO!!} 1, 2 why'all (y'all) uh {I'M DANCIN!} Yea... Yea... Yea [Jay-Z] Uh Oh.. Raps in trouble, HOV bout to double back And lock the streets again,ain't no police and him Got cops on the payroll, killers on the lay low N****s becareful what you sayin on LayYy LowWw Are nextel radio n****s have'em at the radio before you exhale n**** The cats out the bag, but blast out the mag Send them words back in your mouth... out ya a** Talkin s***, all you get is cleaned the f*** up I ain't steamed the f*** up either Hire the team but me, myself, and I-rene I come through and lean you f***er, I'm tryin to keep n****s from killing you You still talkin s*** to me, you now as smart as you appear to be I got dumb-dums for dumb-dumbs I'm a right man, got a educated left hook in a right hand F*** like whoa, got a flow like damn The new thug life be the Roc-A-Fella fam No disrespect intended But if you offended can't take it back... handle your business I'm just staten facts, the whole worlds against us And we will not surrender, and we will survive Turn out ya lights like Teddy Penta-Gra** Get ready for the coldest winter a**, I proceed.. [Chorus: (Memphis Bleek)] Yea, Yo, Yo.. 1, 2 why'all, you know I rock ya Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia 1, 2 why'all, you know I stop ya Dirty Get Low n**** we gotcha 1, 2 why'all (y'all) uh 1, 2 why'all (y'all) uh 1, 2 why'all (y'all) uh Yea... Yea... Yea |
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Yo Just man, gimma a heat rock man DGL we back in the club again, ya know? Holla J-Jeah j-jeah j-jeah bounce! easy! Ya heard? we back - bitches Don't be scared now, it's the Roc We here, ya know? as if we left this bitch (R!) Really though, ya know? (gimme the O!) Marcy holla, uh oh (C!) Brooklyn Let's do this shit right, yo I pull up on deuce deuces, still roofless No security I move with shooters V Tweezy dual exhaust Stashbox like a childseat, tucked in the baby Taurus (DGL!) I'm on skinnies, two with me Battle of Armi, '89 in it I'm blowin on Phillies And yeah I'm high as fuck And the Roc's the realest click nigga I'm a buy as fuck WHAT! Say I'm bug cause I walk with a hung John Nine two hund' fifty, don't disrespect me I call my nigga seal the deal Cause he just brought a G to seal the deal prick! And I got that on stand by (stand by) What you commercial niggas fly stand buy, won't stand by And let a nigga do his dues Fuck these hoes, get this bread, rep the crew, the R - realest niggas puttin it down O - other niggas can't see us now C - come through your hood snatch and reap up But keep cannon on me to clear streets up You talk jewels, my ears got 2K blazers Roc jeans, Airs in all flavors White tees and fitted's, backwoods and spinage That's haze for you dudes who dont get it I smoke silver and strawberry Easy ball like Maurberry you know I'm not the ordinary I keep one that keep one Yeah my bitch bag bitches too, we the illest crew Nothin change but the rims upgrade It's quarters now ma, and I'm on it now-ac |
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