[Memphis Bleek]
 Get your ones  get your guns
 Muthafucker it's on
 New millenium  and what?
 Bleek re born
 All the haters eat a dick
 Who I'm riding with bitch
 You know the game and the name
 I ain't change for shit
 I toke cuatro cinco  when uno says
 Keep uno in the head  you wouldn't fuck with this
 My guns German  bullets burning
 Where them bricks I'm searching
 I need the money urgent
 And I'm rushing, you slowing me down, ain't no holding me now
 I'm out the gate, on the throne and I'm holding it down
 All my niggas on the run, you's to eat for a reason
 Fuck around and holla wrong, me and NORE come in squeezing
 And these streets is mine, M-E-M-P-H, I got style
 I make it look good being wild
 With da game I got, anything I got
 I hate everything in site, whether aiming or not

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 [Noreaga]
 Yo, what you niggas wanna hate for?
 Why you niggas all running outta state for?
 You ain't thugs and you niggas can't take for
 Now you snitchin' why y'all wanna turn states for, ha?

 [Noreaga]
 What, what, I do this shit for the streets
 Just left Iraq, bout to meet with Bleek
 Aiyo, and we both got weed in tons
 When me and MemphMan, smoke the call us lazer lungs!
 Thugged Out, Roc-a-Fella, big bank acounts
 On the sky-tel with big type, and bring the ounce
 Clip on niggas, niggas just be seeing me cussing
 How you dig up with my style, the way I be rushing
 Just to style you head in
 You drove to a dead end
 So what you gon' do now, once I but lead in
 I say what, what, now y'all say what, what
 I say, that I'm a thug, now y'all wanna be thugs
 And I admit that I'ma hustler just hustling drugs
 Yet I do this shit because crime pays
 I'lI rock a cescear and doo rag
 And I don't got waves
 (don't got waves, don't got waves, don't got waves)

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 [Memphis Bleek]
 Yo,yo,yo, niggas wanna turn states
 Just hand me the eight
 Have a crib in Iraq, for the Memph escape
 Where the D's won't find me
 Trees is lime green
 Hoes give head just to ride and watch springs
 Niggas gon' hate, 'cause we trying to get rich
 My steak got A1, I can taste the chips
 Give them facial hits, from the chrome thou flip
 With the serious scratch, get them pinacles back
 You can take some nigga, you wouldn't take some of these
 My bullets heat up and burn, nigga, feel my sting
 For the 9 double 9, these streets is Bleek
 All my niggas on the run just got to eat

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