Текст песни Memphis Bleek - 534
Memphis Bleek - 534 слова песни
(Verse 1-Memphis Bleek]Yeah, I come from bottom to the topI seen a lotta niggaz fallTop to bottom, cause they flows wasnt hotThem niggaz swore they was chillin, Reality they notThats why I`m in the spot, Treat the (???) like the potI`m strappin up that product, get my strip back in orderHit records, its like a brick, 16s is like a quarter/quotaThats why I`m tryna flip it, this time i`ma do it differentMixtapes is like a fiend, niggaz givin free hits andYou niggaz let`m sample it, Neva give`m the workNow this tape better then your album sales, lookin hurtI`m tryna take it back in the day, when it was 20 timeIndustry is fucked up, the back to sellin niggaz dimesSingles is nickles, lotta albums done floppedLotta labels done dropped, you was signed, now you notThats why I neva play wit the position I`m held witWho lie about sellin drugs? Album ain`t sell shit(Scratched)You heard the title nigga, 5-3-4(Cant hear the rest)(Verse 2-Memphis Bleek]I`m bout to have this thing on lock, you can`t tell me differentI got the soft n hard top, you could tell I`m livinI got that gat on my lap, just don`t tell the snitchesThey got they tail between they legs, you could tell they bitchesTheir ain`t no heaven for a G, so the hell with itMy life is deep, motherfuckers please delve in itStarted with promo, no homo, movin 12 inchesPimp the game, comin to age at 12, bitches(Thats when I had well-wishes)Niggaz call me prince of the cityNext in line, call me king of new-yitty, pityHow the same niggaz that bailed wit me, bailed on meTook to many pulls of the L on meDrank up all kool-aid, left glasses in my kitchenFood for thought, my nigga you do the dishes(Scratched)You heard the game and the nameYou heard the title niggaz, 5-3-4{*can`t hear the rest*}