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[Memphis Bleek]
Yeah yeah (Uh uh)
Memph Man, my nigga Tah Phife
This ones for the family (What's Up?)
Understand me, yeah (Uh-huh)
We gonna do it right
for all these bitch ass niggas talkin gangsta (R-O-C)
We dem killas, real, and in studio
Check it out, yo

Aiyo, this time it's for my family, we ride or die
It's in the blood til the death, now aim for the sky
My four blow fo show, fo doe, for only
It's money, drugs and hot slugs
You know Bleek squeeze hammers til they nail me
Fuck wha niggas tell me
Street scholar, keep firin is wha they tell me
Drug chemist, thug nigga be named Memphis
Straight from da borough of dem B.K. niggas
Where we rob for the fun of it, hustle for the drug of it
Rap money in rubba-bands, just for the love of it
Straight from my ghetto, we listen to heavy metal like
Desert Eagles, street sweepers, loud metal
It's hit an run now, motherfuck anyone of you
We dem niggas be in ya crib just like fruniture
Pop up wit the gun in ya
Release one for zero-zero M (Yeah)
Bleek-R-O-C (Yeah yeah) dot com (Yeah)

[Beanie Sigel]
This Philly cat back at it
Still throwin crack at it
Still fuckin wit them crack-atics
Still bust'em wit them black Matics
It's ain't the bucks, it's the rush
You tryin to get my ass at it
They say I think ass backwards
Fuck how I act, as long as I stack, it's all math-matics
Our tracks nice, hug the block ta tract dice
Late night, club night, Mac attract dikes
I pull up, Cadillac truck nice
Two guns, you know Mac pack gat twice
Gets that crack back wit that ice
No joke wit the coke, i wips that right
No doubt, never droubt, gets that price (Uh)
It gets