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Versuri U know bleek (intro)
- Memphis Bleek

[Memphis Bleek]
Yea.. Serious S***t..
[Record scratch]
Ay yo, this time it's for my family
We ride or die
It's in the blood till the death
Now aim for the sky
My four blow for sure
For dough for only..

[Record scratch]
It's money drugs in hot slums
It's money drugs in hot slums [Street Scholar]
It's money drugs in hot slums [R O C]
It's money drugs in hot slums.

[Memphis Bleek]
Niggas said I can't do it
Funny I done it
The album is here, now who the f***k want it?
I let niggas eat now I'm here to collect
I admit they tried, but they ain't rep correct
Now the dinner table's set
It's my time to eat
Don't even wipe your mouth,
Get up, be out!
Don't let the car fool you, or the jury blind you
My life's the realest nigga, I should write me a novel.

This for them broads that'll hold me down

And my niggas on the Internet that download my style
And my dog in line in jail
Just listen to his walkman playin me loud
And the nigga with that plate
Choppin them grams, him and his man
Listening to music that they understand
And that white boy goin to college
He don't know about the ghetto but know how to hold metal
The white boys, they'll shoot s***t up
They can listen to this s***t, I don't give two f***ks
For back to it, sippin on that Cardiac fluid
In the Porsche, burnin the car fluid
This is ride music, get high music
That M dot, hot supply music
That's the answer, life's like cancer
I thought I told y'all niggas I'm serious!