[Memphis Bleek]
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
