歌手:Memphis Bleek
专辑:《Coming Of Age》

作词 : J. Heard/Victor Santiago/Malik Cox/V. Santiago/Joseph "Jo Jo" Brim/James Heard/Christopher "Roc Head" Kellam/Chris Kellam
作曲 : J. Heard/Victor Santiago/Malik Cox/V. Santiago/Joseph "Jo Jo" Brim/James Heard/Christopher "Roc Head" Kellam/Chris Kellam
Get your ones get your guns, mutha****** it's on
New millennium and what? Bleek reborn
All the haters eat a ******, who I'm riding with ******
You know the game and the name, I ain't change for *******t
I toke cuatro cinco when uno says
Keep uno in the head you wouldn't ****** with this
My guns German bullets burning
Where them bricks I'm searching, I need the money urgent
And I'm ru*******ng, you slowing me down, ain't no holding me now
I'm out the gate, on the throne and I'm holding it down
All my ******s on the run, you's to eat for a reason
****** around and holla wrong, me and NORE come in squeezing
And these streets is mine, M E M P H, I got style
I make it look good being wild
With da game I got, anything I got
I hate everything in site, whether aiming or not
Yo, what u ******s wanna hate for?
Why you ******s all running outta state for?
You ain't thugs and you ******s can't take for
Now you snitchin' why y'all wanna turn states for, ha?
Yo, what u ******s wanna hate for?
Why you ******s all running outta state for?
You ain't thugs and you ******s can't take for
Now you snitchin' why y'all wanna turn states for, ha?
What, what, I do this *******t for the streets
Just left Iraq, 'bout to meet with Bleek
Aiyo, and we both got ****** in tons
When me and MemphMan, smoke the call us lazer lungs
Thugged out, Roc-a-Fella, big bank accounts
On the sky-tel with big type, and bring the ounce
Clip on ******s, ******s just be seeing me cussing
How you dig up with my style, the way I be ru*******ng
Just to style you head in, you drove to a dead end
So what you gon' do now, once I but lead in
I say what, what, now y'all say what, what
I say that I'm a thug, now y'all wanna be thugs
And I admit that I'ma hustler just hustling drugs
Yet I do this *******t because crime pays
I'll rock a cescear and doo rag and I don't got waves
Don't got waves, don't got waves, don't got waves
Yo, what u ******s wanna hate for?
Why you ******s all running outta state for?
You ain't thugs and you ******s can't take for
Now you snitchin' why y'all wanna turn states for, ha?
Yo, what u ******s wanna hate for?
Why you ******s all running outta state for?
You ain't thugs and you ******s can't take for
Now you snitchin' why y'all wanna turn states for, ha?
Yo, yo, ******s wanna turn states, just hand me the eight
Have a crib in Iraq, for the Memph escape
Where the D's won't find me, trees is lime green
Hoes give head just to ride and watch springs
******s gon' hate, 'cause we trying to get rich
My steak got A1, I can taste the chips
Give them facial hits, from the chrome thou flip
With the serious scratch, get them pinnacles back
You can take some ******, you wouldn't take some of these
My bullets heat up and burn, ******, feel my sting
For the 9 double 9, these streets is Bleek
All my ******s on the run just got to eat
Yo, what u ******s wanna hate for?
Why you ******s all running outta state for?
You ain't thugs and you ******s can't take for
Now you snitchin' why y'all wanna turn states for, ha?
Yo, what u ******s wanna hate for?
Why you ******s all running outta state for?
You ain't thugs and you ******s can't take for
Now you snitchin' why y'all wanna turn states for, ha?