For this 98 shit, you rap cats better lay shit

Cuz Bleek's gonna lay shit

You heard me? Holla back

So what ya know about a four ga six, 

and a Cuban with a diamond cut chips

And a whole lotta chicks in this world gonna strip with me

Get your money right nigga

I'm tryin to be worth 6 Million like Steve Austin

Drive thru my PJ's flossin, like what? Bionic

You see me blowin chronic

In charge with San Diego, burn like Wako

Leggo on my shots like Eggo

Or Lee Hungry Oswald, three miles far

Picture main man open the car

Sware to god, you get hit hard, 

you violate my squad on the job

Know me, the Ogee on my mic I make about 20 G a week

In these streets tryin to eat







We need to live life 2 tha fullest

See you never know when you perform

Dead on, so that I'm napalm

Makin sure ya remember my name, Bleek

Stayin on top of my fame, on top of my game





Aiyo the streets got a nigga turned out, say word

But the gat got a nigga bustin back, so what?

It's the ghetto, we all the killas walkin the light

I think the ceiling the dark

I'mma bring it to the light

The police never liked us, now they hired bikers

In TNT tryin to shut down the CNB

Cartel, tryin to stack mail and prevail

To cop a 300 XL, yo you niggas know Memph for gettin dough

Fuckin these hoes, nuttin flow, erate my foes

All lies on my arm piece or the chain becardian

Absolute, throwin shit in the game

I'm tryin to snatch cream, and slide very often

Hate had me stressed so I got rid of that shit like abortion

And ain't afraid to leave you niggas in the coffin

So often, you gonna see my click flossin

Iced up, nigga price what, act up

And we gon strap up what, you say what you want

But I already, you can flow with Between Friends and the Roc









I'm like 4-5-6, when I spit this trips

Haters loosin they bricks, Memph Bleek injure shit

If you asbetic, you gon gas like asmetics

Try to end it, I'm gone set it, inject it

Like diabetics with styles, I perfect it

Broke down mics from adverseries I collect it

The reassembelem, i'm like the Marcy Project emblem

Put me on your chain and rock me

If I was you glock, cock me

Put it work, then back me

From under your hockey shirt, and go bizerk

No what's wit-urse, put the 400 on re-wit-urse

Let the shots dispurse, when I hit em it hurts

If you ask me, niggas styles is trashy

Cops wanna harass me, cuz minds classy

I got the form with the chips, caught chicks in Memphis

I'm Memphis, ya don't know me, but I'm in this