Yeah
Sup wit these lame-ass niggas, man?
Im tellin you
Niggas keep runnin to this rap shit
You kna mean?
Like yall built like that
Yall niggas betta pick up a basketball, or somethin
Yall niggas aint ready for this shit
If a nigga know the Memph
I aint the type to front
Ill 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 niggas got cheese
You run around frontin
Like you niggas got keys
You never flipped burgers
Your krew, I aint heard of
Matter of fact, Ill murder ya
I heard you niggas spit shit
But its indirect
Say my name
And see where I end this tech
I got a lot of love for this
But dawg, Im real
When its beef, its beef
When its rap, its real
Nuttin between
Alot of frontin I seen
I done analyzed this game
Its nuttin but schemes
New ways to sell records
I aim for it
Put it out if its hot
Not, Just ignore it
We them hustlers
And thats who yall know
We get low, get dough
Flip gold for sho
We them gangstas
Thats who we be
We got cheese
Pop three for R-O-C
Yo, 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, nigga
And thats where Im from
I done learned from that Puff and that Lopez shit
I aint runnin in no club on some loco shit
Imma catch you when you sit
Put 4 in yo whip
Catch your girl in the club
Put nut in your bitch
Niggas wanna see the Memph go and lose his cool
Go and use his tool
Nigga, use the fool
You could bootleg my shit
I want me a chunk, deuce
Im not a chump, Ill leave you slumped in the trunk
What part of that you dont understand?
Or aint hear?
Misinterpurate?
Dawg, I put WORK in
I got a name, and my shit sound phenomenol
Still keep them thangs
Next to the abdomenol
We them hustlers
And thats who yall know
We get low, get dough
Flip gold for sho
We them gangstas
Thats who we be
We got cheese
Pop three for R-O-C
Uh, 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 wasnt in touch with the street
On the block, deep
Wit my peeps touchin the heat
Im used to crack, now im slingin raps
Huster wit beats
You niggas is lame
You catz cant touch what I reach
And quiet as kept
You niggas cant hush what I speech
My storys too deep
Life real, clear as the streets
See my iced grill, hear my voice clear when you sleep
You niggas know me
The cat who be tearin these streets
AINT NOTHIN CHANGED
But my name when I appeared on these beats
Its Bien Mac
Sigel was the name that they gave me
The streets that is
Im tryin to teach that, kids
Cause some niggas dont know that they be clowns
Ay yo, the sun dont go down
WE GO ROUND
We them hustlers
And thats who yall know
We get low, get dough
Flip gold for sho
We them gangstas
Thats who we be
We got cheese
Pop three for R-O-C
We them hustlers
And thats who yall know
We get low, get dough
Flip gold for sho
We them gangstas
Thats who we be
We got cheese
Pop three for R-O-C
We them hustlers
And thats who yall know
We get low, get dough
Flip gold for sho
We them gangstas
And thats who we be
We got cheese
Pop three for R-O-C, nigga
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