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Текст песни The Game - Memph Bleek Iz

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[The Game talking]The young Roy Jones of this rap shitSomebody bout to get knocked the fucked out tonight manYou better tell your boy somethin, you better tell him somethin[Verse 1: The Game]Skip through the blueprint one bang this what`s mentionedBleek you`re one hit away but he didn`t know The Game was pitchinBalls faster than roger Clemens nigga you`re too big for your bitchesTwo gold albums and I`ll make you a hitterMight make you a little richer but don`t forget the big pictureAll of those make you a fag but money like Little RichardTake your faggot ass picture put it next to GullianyRun you for your roc-a-wear fit and beat you with the TommyDrag your ass down to Alby SquareCall Beans, Jay, Freeway, Biggs, Dame I`ll be thereCompton behind me ask Nas queens is with meYou ain`t never sold crack in your life I`m takin your fiends with meMy guns smoke like Robert DowneyTwo shots and a pound he got a room in Kings CountyAnd you might live or sit in a boxDepending on how long it NYPD to respond to the shot[Chorus: The Game]Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph BleekMemph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek[Verse 2: The Game]See what the problem is too much east coast dick lickinAnd everybody tryin to do their best 2pac renditionListen they wonder how I live with 5 shotsNiggaz is hard to kill on my blockWhen you was in the streets comin of ageI was in the streets pumpin the gaugeWhile you was rappin I was makin it happenOn the block with a kWhile you was with the roc on the stageI had rocks on the stageOn headliner for the front page we know that you frontYou be on sunset doin what? Gettin your punk ass stuntYou gon respect us or that fo` rippin through the vestsAnd you know who you are deaf nigga`ll get the messageMalik or M-E-M-P-H BleekFuck around and be a B-I-T-C-H sleekCuz all that yappin dude will get guns clappin dudeAnd stop Memphis from rappin dude, huh[Chorus: The Game]Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph BleekMemph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek[Verse 3: The Game]It took me a little while but I am now understandinJay fucked up in the first round when he picked olo with candyDid olo in the second, nigga take it from meThe Roc get knocked off the bounce till you picked up beansAdd freeway to the team but move the ugly bitchTrade the Marcy reject for Cam`ron and Lil` ChrisNow the squad 5 is live 6 man is NeefFans in the stand yellin out fuck Memphis BleekYou want beef I have your body parts all over New YorkLeg in jersey arm in Brooklyn head buried in central parkYou can`t even borrow from New York no more like john StorchAnd I ain`t talkin to him I`m talkin to MalikAnd I got a pine box for a nigga like youStreets is talkin how many real niggaz like youHit LAX remember when you come to the coastNiggaz don`t play with they lives when it comes to the toast[Chorus: The Game]Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph BleekMemph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek

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