lie I think that you need dick in ya life Yo, ayo Bleek move through clubs twist up somethin', yeah A lil' hay, Memph not frontin' Then I sip a lil'
Cause I been pimpin' this game since Atari You hardly, ever see me loving a hoe I tell a bitch, I'm in love wit my doe 'Cause I'm pimping and, niggas
like you peep this and I'm the young A. Walker Fuck it, I'm ridin' with Sig, you niggas is sweet Collidin' with Cam and I'm throwin' with Free Geda K
Yeah, I mean, M.A.D.E, no mob shit Money, Attitude, Direction, and Education Some real shit Think about my hood one time, my hood, it's trippin' Thinkin
And I'm out eight in a morn', dawg Glock two around here What chu move around here, and you know I keep my tool around here My niggaz act a fool around
you I been M.A.D.E. An' it's Roc-A-Fella Records runnin' the streets reckless Get Low, the future, you gotta respect it An' I'm from the M to the A
Hollywood and back, guess what I'm still I'm sayin' number from the blue tops days, I'm still him You dudes think I'm touring like I'm part of you and
't signed a deal, nigga Mama's still in the hood, work steel in defense I got a flow like I'm still on the bench, nigga Got a delivery like Sunday's paper
the wheels and it's real Everything's a go New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, gimme a reason Everything's a go Squad in the club wit me tryna find a chick
my mother you'd probably think I'm crazy as fuck Rumor has it that I'm half past the seventh hour Naw nigga, I'm a quarter to eight, M.O.P. Now let me
in trini for a night 'Cuz I want to love you It's been a long way here, from plan to hallway To bring us all way here To the sweets in L.A. or beach
m blowin' on Phillies And yeah I'm high as fuck And the Roc's the realest click nigga I'm a buy as fuck Say, I'm bug 'cause I walk with a hung John Nine
! Mami hit me on the jack Told me meet her at the spot, and I'm bout to call her back, its a go! [Verse 1 - Memphis Bleek] Bleek come scoop you, try
my mother you'd probably think I'm crazy as fuck Rumor has it that I' m half past the seventh hour Naw nigga I'm a quarter to eight, M.O.P.! [Billy Danze
him'll put the gospel to you catch some little higher learning from a sermon once I drop it to you hypnotic...hypnotic... (Memphis Bleek) so roll a "L" and light a
you) It's been a long way here, from plan to hallway To bring us all way here To the sweets in L.A. or beach M-i-a or chill out pool Shout out to crib
s like you peep this and I'm the young A. Walker Fuck it, I'm ridin with Sig, you niggas is sweet Collidin with Cam and I'm throwin with Free Geda K's
I'm a right man, got a educated left hook in a right hand Fuck like whoa, got a flow like damn The new thug life be the Roc-A-Fella fam No disrespect
