Understand what this shit right here is about
Understand what this shit right here is about
From Marcy
Understand me, yeah, yo
[Verse 1]
I`m for the streets, and you know I ain`t goin nowhere
Get your guns out who want it with Memph this year
I`ma make you understand why I do what I do
Why I keep my hat tilt, and my doorag too
I`m a thug, my heart pump gangsta shit
I fuck with her, she my gangsta bitch
My wrists don`t freeze, glocks`ll squeeze
Whole click got a watch, droppin keys
And I want the block back
You niggas had your run, we`ll stop that, you better watch this cat
I done came up, and fuck bringin your name up
It`s beef I`ma see you, and bang til you hang up
Your life a lie, but here`s the truth
You aint hype to die, but you hype to shoot
You let the Henny talk for you, you really a bitch
Why the Ds know your name cuz you really a snitch
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Got my mind right, money right, ready for war
*Memph Bleek Is* [Murda] yeah told you before
I got the streets locked, Bleek hot as before
You know the game and the name now I`m ready for war
[Verse 2]
*Memph Bleek Is*, back for the streets
Knowin that *Coming of Age*, controllin the creep
Put in work on these streets, bustin my heat
Dodgin the Ds, you know it`s a margin between me
And only a few fit in, your lifestyle`s written
So who you supposed to be, play your position
I used to write to the wall, about the Porsche
Now I write for the house and the rob report
I used to think, Bleek and the baddest bitch
Now the, baddest bitch is a average bitch
All I need her is for head and to stash my lead
Push my V, take this key to hempstead
And you run through backwoods, I twist backwoods
And greenerey, chase you with heavy machinery
You know exactly who these streets belong to
B.I.G. done warned you, and I`ma run up on you, nigga
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[Verse 3]
Ayo I think I`m the best, from coast to coast
I`m above rap cats, they know what I gross
What they make from they album, I do at my show
Your advance is what, I spent that when I was broke
I ship gold, you better watch me now
Many middle in this game, at the top I`m found
I wanted these cats, reppin my hood, then go back
Be on the same old bench, with the same old rap
I`m from Marcy, you see them cars we buy
Seats up, smoke blunts, with my concubine
Twin, P-89 for you two fake faggots
Tucked under the lining of the Roc-A-Wear fabric
Fuck y`all, you know the squad be `bout
Anything that involve dollar signs and accounts
It`s the M dot E M P H man stop
I bought C a watch, next day I bought a house
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