Memph Bleek Iz lyrics

Artist  : Game 
Song : Memph Bleek Iz



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 [The Game talking]

The young Roy Jones of this rap shit

Somebody bout to get knocked the fucked out
tonight man

You better tell your boy somethin, you better
tell him somethin



[Verse 1: The Game]

Skip through the blueprint one bang this what's
mentioned

Bleek you're one hit away but he didn't know The
Game was pitchin

Balls faster than Roger Clemens nigga you're too
big for your britches

Two gold albums not make you a hitter

Might make you a little richer but don't forget
the big picture

All of those make you a fag but money like Little
Richard

Take your faggot ass picture put it next to
Gulliany

Run you for your roc-a-wear fit and beat you with
the Tommy

Drag your ass down to Alby Square

Call Beans, Jay, Freeway, Biggs, Dame I'll be
there

Compton behind me ask Nas queens is with me

You ain't never sold crack in your life I'm takin
your fiends with me

Come get me

My guns smoke like Robert Downey

Two shots and a pound he got a room in Kings
County

And you might live or sit in a box

Depending on how long it NYPD to respond to the
shot



[Chorus: The Game]

Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek

Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek



[Verse 2: The Game]

See what the problem is too much east coast dick
lickin

And everybody tryin to do their best 2pac
rendition

Listen they wonder how I live with 5 shots

Niggaz is hard to kill on my block

When you was in the streets comin of age

I was in the streets pumpin the gauge

While you was rappin I was makin it happen

On the block with a k

While you was with the roc on the stage

I had rocks on the stage

On headliner for the front page we know that you
front

You be on sunset doin what? Gettin your punk ass
stunt

You gon respect us or that fo' rippin through the
vests

And you know who you are deaf nigga'll get the
message

Malik or M-E-M-P-H Bleek

Fuck around and be a B-I-T-C-H sleek

'cause all that yappin dude will get guns clappin
dude

And stop Memphis from rappin dude, huh



[Chorus: The Game]

Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek

Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek



[Verse 3: The Game]

It took me a little while but I am now
understandin

Jay fucked up in the first round when he picked
olo with candy

Did olo in the second, nigga take it from me

The Roc get knocked off the bounce till you
picked up beans

Add freeway to the team but move the ugly
bitch

Trade the Marcy reject for Cam'ron and Lil'
Chris

Now the squad 5 is live 6 man is Neef

Fans in the stand yellin out fuck Memphis
Bleek

You want beef I have your body parts all over New
York

Leg in jersey arm in Brooklyn head buried in
central park

You can't even borrow from New York no more like
john Storch

And I ain't talkin to him I'm talkin to Malik
Cox

And I got a pine box for a nigga like you

Streets is talkin how many real niggaz like
you

Hit LAX remember when you come to the coast

Niggaz don't play with they lives when it comes
to the toast



[Chorus: The Game]

Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek

Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek