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DJ Clue f Memphis Bleek

The Professional

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Текст песни DJ Clue f Memphis Bleek - The Professional

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Geah, What?Niggas Bleek, DuroWe liveThugged outMarcy, Smoked outYeahUh, yo, yo Im on nowTherfore your ready rockCompare to this fishtale baggin rocksNow give me Bill Gates moneyA little strait moneyBig or small faces its been in all placesI was schooled by them older guysThey showed me how to drive these ???Chop dueces and old rubersHave a nigga rocked up then knocked upPlenty y`all wit his chest out gettin stocked upWe trade war stories back on the streetsWhen we played em messhallNiggas get`em on his eatsIm a foul little nigga, wild little niggaDedicated to these streets a pump valve little niggaYou hear about my wherabouts?Bitches I don`t care aboutMoney Im a man aboutDrama Im a air it outNiggas hate Bleek cause I live rightYou`d love to see me broke frontinWit no chips right?CHORUS: 2xWho wanna hear some more thugged out shit?(what)Who wanna hear that get smoked out shit?(geah)Who want to hear some real live type shit?(huh)Who want it wit that oh, chest out shit?(what)But this Bleek life my young niggas I tell yaI went from a failure, holdin paraphanaliaWeight scales, twelve-twelves, dimes and fishtalesCooked up and bagged upMy life was fucked up, but I looked at it this wayIf I dont make it this way, then im a do it this wayBlaze my heat, while Im after them nickelsFuck six I chase nine fucken zerosDigits I got four of them, want five more of themBitches when I told`em flies bring more of themI fuck`em never call`em,my dough must have spoiled emNigga blew roll wit`em but now im ignoring themThis street life kept Bleek tight with heat rightOn the ten-speed herbed up, nigga word upYou saw me, but if not your man didI know I pull gats on y`all for crack shitYeah uh-huhCHORUS:2xMy niggaz roll dice in the back parkWe sip bacardi darked wit sprite all nightTill the sky get bruised or thug nigga losePull out two-two`s only catch two, hundredHalf the crowd skated ?when? which you wantedThis nigga got shaky and panic when you frontedWhen he saw the black kronI thought the nigga wore a thongThe way he froze his armDukes said its onHe stripped to his drawers when he heard one rawTook off half ass when the nigga spit moreAnd we all spit game you niggas ?heard free? gameBy soft motherfuckers, you lame mothefuckersI fall, I get backTo test my worthI tell heads to hit that, its raw get rid of thatMy worker take thirty off a bundleDodging the bikers, and`em D`s When they rush the jungleSo we stash in the fencesSit low on the benchesKeep a small gun in case its on in the trenchesYoCHORUS:2xWe liveFor the thugged niggas, MarcyWhat? We out

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