- Memphis Bleek Hood Muzik 歌詞
- Memphis Bleek
- CheahKnow what this s*it sound like right ******?
That old gun out music in the hood right?
You hear it *****, dont be scared *****
My ****** is wit me, we focused man, yeah
Get low in the building, yknow, *****
Lets do it, cmon, yo
Its gettin hot so the shorts is on
Gotta tote the snub its too warm for the long, *****
You could pass me to babys zoo
One shotll turn a ***** face into baby food , blah
Get it clear, now why they lookin for
SaddamWeapons of mass destruction is here
I got a few in my hood
In case a ***** ever get the feelin and he think that he could
Or would, pull sket on me
I could show you first hand whats a felony
And a hobby and the process of gettin money is nothing
Im not Sosa, but the dogs is coming
This is not not, no, no, motherf****ng game
Entertain you motherf****rs is not why
I cameIts
R.O.C. and
M.O.P.I wipe floors wit little ****** for f****n wit my team
My ***** think so god that ounce and mo ice and the nicest
MCBut yo big, tell god
I said naah, cuz he throw like a *****
When he threw it he missed, the niceset
MCs is right here
Why the **** you throw it over there
The whole rap game turned into a 2-
Pac-a-donGangsta boy boppin, with his nuts and c**k in your palm
Playa pass the baton, got a few jack tools and bullet scars
Now you got your 2-
Pac costume on
First of all, yall ****** gon need more songs
This M.O.P. ***** we put it down
Motherf****rs trying to figure me out
Wanna see what a ***** be bout
But if I told ya,
I predicted the death of my oldest brother was last
And the death of my mother youd probably think
Im crazy as ****
Rumor has it that
Im half past the seventh hour
Naw *****,
Im a quarter to eight,
M.O.P.Now let me clear this up for you youngun,
Bill still comin
The Ville still gunnnin
Runnin I come from the
Browns where ****** dont play fair
Its no love lost cuz it was never none there
Put me in a position to blast
Ill pop you and drop you , where they be fis*in for bass
So once you ramblin, take you, drape you and break you
To small pieces and
FedEx your fingers to one of your nieces
We hold fort, we dont give a **** about you
Ask them bouncers well stomp the s*it out you
Bills, not concerned wit a turn and its the s*ine
Cuz every step along the line
Ima take mine, *****
In 87, I started my career
Ill jump back and get it goin this year
I live my life, in crime time *****
And thats about the size of it
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