歌手:Memphis Bleek
专辑:《The Understanding》

作词 : Malik Cox/Dwight Grant/Omar Williams/Jose Batiz/Erickson Bryan
作曲 : Malik Cox/Dwight Grant/Omar Williams/Jose Batiz/Erickson Bryan
YeahSup wit' these lame ass ******, man?
I'm tellin' you
****** keep runnin' to this rap ****, you kna' mean?
Like y'all built like that
Y'all ****** betta pick up a basketball, or somethin'
Y'all ****** ain't ready for this ****
If a ***** know the
Memph I ain't the type to front
I'll put any gun to you what type you want?
Supply any drug for you what high you want?
Bag any chick for you nicer slut
Yeah, I push hot fees my ****** got cheese
You run around frontin' like you ****** got keys
You never flipped burgers your krew,
I ain't heard of
Matter of fact,
I'll murder ya
I heard you ****** spit **** but it's indirect
Say my name and see where
I end this tech
I got a lot of love for this but dawg,
I'm realWhen it's beef, it's beef when it's rap, it's real
Nuttin' between a lot of frontin'
I seenI done analyzed this game it's nuttin' but schemes
New ways to sell records
I aim for it
Put it out if it's hot, not, just ignore it
We them hustlers and that's who y'all know
We get low, get dough flip gold for sho'
We them gangstas that's who we be
We got cheese pop three for
R O CWe them hustlers and that's who y'all know
We get low, get dough flip gold for sho'
We them gangstas that's who we be
We got cheese pop three for
R O CYo, yo this is my ghetto
I eat, sleep, breathe here
To tell the truth, dawg none of us gon' leave here
We die young, go to jail for murder 1
On a come-up, ***** and that's where
I'm fromI done learned from that
Puff and that
Lopez ****
I ain't runnin' in no club on some loco ****
I'ma catch you when you sit put 4 in yo whip
Catch your girl in the club put nut in your *****
****** wanna see the
Memph go and lose his cool
Go and use his tool, *****, use the fool
You could bootleg my ****
I want me a chunk
Deuce I'm not a chump,
I'll leave you slumped in the trunk
What part of that you don't understand, or ain't hear?
Misinterpurate, dawg,
I put work in
I got a name, and my **** sound phenomenol
Still keep them thangs next to the abdomenol
We them hustlers and that's who y'all know
We get low, get dough flip gold for sho'
We them gangstas that's who we be
We got cheese pop three for
R O CWe them hustlers and that's who y'all know
We get low, get dough flip gold for sho'
We them gangstas that's who we be
We got cheese pop three for
R O CUh, uh, uh yeah before these rhymes
I was bustin' these nines before these raps
I was bustin' my gat before the vocal groups
I spoke with the truth
Why do catz wanna muffle my speech?
Imagine my raps if
I wasn't in touch with the street
On the block, deep wit my peeps touchin' the heat
I'm used to crack, now i'm slingin' raps huster wit beats
You ****** is lame you catz can't touch what
I reachAnd quiet as kept you ****** can't hush what
I speechMy story's too deep life real, clear as the streets
See my iced grill, hear my voice clear when you sleep
You ****** know me the cat who be tearin' these streets
Ain't nothin' changed but my name when
I appeared on these beats
It's Bien
MacSigel was the name that they gave me
The streets that is
I'm tryin' to teach that, kids'
Cause some ****** don't know that they be clowns
Ay yo, the sun don't go down we go 'round
We them hustlers and that's who y'all know
We get low, get dough flip gold for sho'
We them gangstas that's who we be
We got cheese pop three for
R O CWe them hustlers and that's who y'all know
We get low, get dough flip gold for sho'
We them gangstas that's who we be
We got cheese pop three for
R O CWe them hustlers and that's who y'all know
We get low, get dough flip gold for sho'
We them gangstas that's who we be
We got cheese pop three for
R O C