Текст песни Memphis Bleek - DJ Clue Presents: Backstage
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Understand what this shit right here is aboutUnderstand what this shit right here is aboutFrom MarcyUnderstand me, yeah, yo[Verse 1]I`m for the streets, and you know I ain`t goin nowhereGet your guns out who want it with Memph this yearI`ma make you understand why I do what I doWhy I keep my hat tilt, and my doorag tooI`m a thug, my heart pump gangsta shitI fuck with her, she my gangsta bitchMy wrists don`t freeze, glocks`ll squeezeWhole click got a watch, droppin keysAnd I want the block backYou niggas had your run, we`ll stop that, you better watch this catI done came up, and fuck bringin your name upIt`s beef I`ma see you, and bang til you hang upYour life a lie, but here`s the truthYou aint hype to die, but you hype to shootYou let the Henny talk for you, you really a bitchWhy the Ds know your name cuz you really a snitchCHORUS 2X:Got my mind right, money right, ready for war*Memph Bleek Is* [Murda] yeah told you beforeI got the streets locked, Bleek hot as beforeYou know the game and the name now I`m ready for war[Verse 2]*Memph Bleek Is*, back for the streetsKnowin that *Coming of Age*, controllin the creepPut in work on these streets, bustin my heatDodgin the Ds, you know it`s a margin between meAnd only a few fit in, your lifestyle`s writtenSo who you supposed to be, play your positionI used to write to the wall, about the PorscheNow I write for the house and the rob reportI used to think, Bleek and the baddest bitchNow the, baddest bitch is a average bitchAll I need her is for head and to stash my leadPush my V, take this key to hempsteadAnd you run through backwoods, I twist backwoodsAnd greenerey, chase you with heavy machineryYou know exactly who these streets belong toB.I.G. done warned you, and I`ma run up on you, niggaCHORUS[Verse 3]Ayo I think I`m the best, from coast to coastI`m above rap cats, they know what I grossWhat they make from they album, I do at my showYour advance is what, I spent that when I was brokeI ship gold, you better watch me nowMany middle in this game, at the top I`m foundI wanted these cats, reppin my hood, then go backBe on the same old bench, with the same old rapI`m from Marcy, you see them cars we buySeats up, smoke blunts, with my concubineTwin, P-89 for you two fake faggotsTucked under the lining of the Roc-A-Wear fabricFuck y`all, you know the squad be `boutAnything that involve dollar signs and accountsIt`s the M dot E M P H man stopI bought C a watch, next day I bought a houseCHORUS