Mempf Bleek Iz Songtext

von The Game

[The Game talking]
The young Roy Jones of this rap shit The
Somebody bout to get knocked the fucked out tonight man
You better tell your boy somethin, you better tell him somethin Game

[Verse 1: The Game]
Skip through the blueprint one bang this what's mentioned Memph
Bleek you're one hit away but he didn't know The Game was pitchin Bleek
Balls faster than roger Clemens nigga you're too big for your bitches Iz
Two gold albums and I'll make you a hitter
Might make you a little richer but don't forget the big picture Songtexte
All of those make you a fag but money like Little Richard Songtext
Take your faggot ass picture put it next to Gulliany
Run you for your roc-a-wear fit and beat you with the Tommy Lyrics
Drag your ass down to Alby Square
Call Beans, Jay, Freeway, Biggs, Dame I'll be there Lyric
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 Liedertexte
My guns smoke like Robert Downey
Two shots and a pound he got a room in Kings County Liedertext
And you might live or sit in a box
Depending on how long it NYPD to respond to the shot Alle

[Chorus: The Game]
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek The

[Verse 2: The Game]
See what the problem is too much east coast dick lickin Game
And everybody tryin to do their best 2pac rendition
Listen they wonder how I live with 5 shots Memph
Niggaz is hard to kill on my block
When you was in the streets comin of age Bleek
I was in the streets pumpin the gauge
While you was rappin I was makin it happen Iz
On the block with a k
While you was with the roc on the stage Songtexte
I had rocks on the stage
On headliner for the front page we know that you front Songtext
You be on sunset doin what? Gettin your punk ass stunt Lyrics
You gon respect us or that fo' rippin through the vests Lyric
And you know who you are deaf nigga'll get the message Liedertexte
Malik or M-E-M-P-H Bleek
Fuck around and be a B-I-T-C-H sleek Liedertext
Cuz all that yappin dude will get guns clappin dude
And stop Memphis from rappin dude, huh Alle

[Chorus: The Game]
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek The

[Verse 3: The Game]
It took me a little while but I am now understandin Game
Jay fucked up in the first round when he picked olo with candy Memph
Did olo in the second, nigga take it from me
The Roc get knocked off the bounce till you picked up beans Bleek
Add freeway to the team but move the ugly bitch
Trade the Marcy reject for Cam'ron and Lil' Chris Iz
Now the squad 5 is live 6 man is Neef
Fans in the stand yellin out fuck Memphis Bleek Songtexte
You want beef I have your body parts all over New York Songtext
Leg in jersey arm in Brooklyn head buried in central park Lyrics
You can't even borrow from New York no more like john Storch Lyric
And I ain't talkin to him I'm talkin to Malik Liedertexte
And I got a pine box for a nigga like you Liedertext
Streets is talkin how many real niggaz like you
Hit LAX remember when you come to the coast Alle
Niggaz don't play with they lives when it comes to the toast The

[Chorus: The Game]
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek