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. 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 cane. But dawg, that's the shorty
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(feat. Rihanna). . Memphis Bleek Intro. Uh, yeah. . The boy Extra. We right back at it like we left somethin' knaw'mean?. It's the roc, since 9-6, you know we get busy. Got the young lady by
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' slugs. Bleek to black sheep mami, now pick it up Hey, back to gettin' money, keep it gully, where my niggaz at?. Stuntin' its nothin', I'm pushin' somethin' new every day. Back on the grind, keep easy
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Geah what?. Niggas bleek duro. New *, new *. We live. Thugged out. Smoked out. Remember where you heard it first. Yeah. DJ Clue. Yo, yo, yo I'm on now therefore your ready rock
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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
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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
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spray me. But I got a ghetto bird that go half on a three eighty. It's the game of life, you it, so play it right. Bitches like you, Memph Bleek, yeah, right Do that one , two, y'all there go the last
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take you there. Girl, oh I want to love you Now I got a love that'll set you free. This is where you oughta be, yeah. Lady clap your hands with me, huh. It's Donell Jones and Memphis Bleek, yeah So
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ways. My bitch, my beeper, Bleek keep two heaters. Still peeling the city with two seaters. And you know how I does it while I'm doin' it. Black coupin' it bitch, I keep two in it R, realest niggas
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that you need dick in ya life. Why you mad and actin' uptight. Girl, I know that somethin' ain't right. Ain't no need for me to lie. I think that you need dick in ya life Yo, ayo Bleek move through
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night. Smoke the pain away, chase the rain away Get low always smoking that la la la. You know Bleek always smoking that la la la. Young Proof always smoking that la la la. My nigga Cali always
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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
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Yeah. easy. guru. 9th wonder. (1st verse). yeah yeah. can't stop, wont stop. never intend to. they feel us inside. they calling em jitzu. back to new york. all the * ive been through. some
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Roll a L and burn a incent. It's like magic when I invent this * that I present. Yo turn my levels up a izinch. And drop the treble down the pizinch and let the bass commence. To relax your nerves
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Yo Incomprehensible. I love, love that thing you do. And I can't get my eyes, my mind off you, I'm infatuated. And you're my baby, and you complete me. Your number, I'll call you and maybe we can
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Voice Singing and if the summer only knew. that she was losing a friend. and a lover too. maybe she'd turn him away
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Yeah, I mean, M. A. D. E, no mob *. Money, Attitude, Direction, and Education. Some real *. Think about my hood one time, my hood, it's trippin'. Thinkin' I've changed, crossed niggaz. Where we g
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Yeah, yanahmean?. Just some 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 go
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Uh 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. (
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Cheah. Know what this * 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 b
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Dear Summer, I know you gon' miss me. For we been together like Nike Airs and crisp tees. S dots with polo fleeces. Purple label * with the logo secret. Gimme couple years, *, I might just sneak i
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Chilly chill. It's gangsta, turn the music up, uh, ch'eah. Yeah, we back on that gangsta, gangsta *. *, they just wanna play the motherfuckin' game. We don't give a * but Swizz'll lit up somethin'
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I said there's no such thing as the straight path. My brother got hit the other day by straight blasts. In the brain, on the train, on his way to work. A guy that spent most of his life dealin' wit
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