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von Memphis Bleek

Let′s go

You 'bout to witness somethin′ like no other (uh)
Sky gon' get dark, streets gon' clutter
Weak-ass niggas out there gon′ suffer
Vets gon′ quit, it's gettin′ hectic (uh)
The shit got deep, right about the time
When the years skipped a beat, that's when my shit hit the street
Shit′s gon' shake up, squads gon′ break up
Coats gon' get pulled, niggas gon' wake up

Everybody gon′ see a chance to eat
And change the streets, you know they gon′ advance police
Glad the time that they shackled me from hands to feet
'Cause I gave the jail system a chance to speak
You know the cops wanna trap me up
The block wanna clap me up, it won′t stop 'til they wrap me up (e′rything signed and sealed, nigga)
Gat be tucked, heat gon' back me up
R-O-C Bleek, c′mon, nigga, back me up


Yeah, yo
Ayo, Memphis, the young god, boss of this game
Got my part locked, I does my thang
Don't mistake me, I tote them thangs
Glock fo', pop fo′, knocks off things
Whole squad here, you know my click
Petite, nice thing, you know my bitch
Wide-body truck, you know my whip
Cop that, rock that, pop that shit

Y′all niggas, talk about, ain't really got
Me, I think, dog, you not really hot
The hood, I be, I stay in the drop
My hood, yo′ hood, I'll lock any block
East to West coast, Chi-Town bay-bay
I come through, it′s my town, bay-bay
ATL, I yell, "What up, my bay-bay?"
Hit that, this that, bye-bye, baby!

Uh-huh-uh
Guess who? Young Hov'
About to tear this motherfucker down!
Holla at me!
It goes, uh, Jigga man, huh, it goes
Nah, y′all niggas ain't gon' have me rappin′ on the bullshit, man
Ah, I need some real music
So when we count to three and shit
You gotta drop some real shit
One, two, three