[memphis bleek]
Get your ones, get your guns
Muthafucker its on
New millenium, and what?
Bleek re-born
All the haters eat a dick
Who Im riding with bitch
You know the game and the name
I aint change for shit
I toke cuatro cinco, when uno says
Keep uno in the head, you wouldnt fuck with this
My guns german, bullets burning
Where them bricks Im searching
I need the money urgent
And Im rushing, you slowing me down, aint no holding me now
Im out the gate, on the throne and Im holding it down
All my niggas on the run, yous to eat for a reason
Fuck around and holla wrong, me and nore come in squeezing
And these streets is mine, m-e-m-p-h, I got style
I make it look good being wild
With da game I got, anything I got
I hate everything in site, whether aiming or not
Hook (x2)
[noreaga]
Yo, what you niggas wanna hate for?
Why you niggas all running outta state for?
You aint thugs and you niggas cant take for
Now you snitchin why yall wanna turn states for, ha?
[noreaga]
What, what, I do this shit for the streets
Just left iraq, bout to meet with bleek
Aiyo, and we both got weed in tons
When me and memphman, smoke the call us lazer lungs!
Thugged out, roc-a-fella, big bank acounts
On the sky-tel with big type, and bring the ounce
Clip on niggas, niggas just be seeing me cussing
How you dig up with my style, the way I be rushing
Just to style you head in
You drove to a dead end
So what you gon do now, once I but lead in
I say what, what, now yall say what, what
I say, that Im a thug, now yall wanna be thugs
And I admit that ima hustler just hustling drugs
Yet I do this shit because crime pays
Ili rock a cescear and doo rag
And I dont got waves
(dont got waves, dont got waves, dont got waves)
Hook (x2)
[memphis bleek]
Yo,yo,yo, niggas wanna turn states
Just hand me the eight
Have a crib in iraq, for the memph escape
Where the ds wont find me
Trees is lime green
Hoes give head just to ride and watch springs
Niggas gon hate, cause we trying to get rich
My steak got a1, I can taste the chips
Give them facial hits, from the chrome thou flip
With the serious scratch, get them pinacles back
You can take some nigga, you wouldnt take some of these
My bullets heat up and burn, nigga, feel my sting
For the 9 double 9, these streets is bleek
All my niggas on the run just got to eat
Hook (x2)
