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Memphis Bleek Coming Of Age Why You Wanna Hate For (feat. Noreaga) [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 [Hook (X2)] [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) [Hook (X2)] [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 [Hook (X2)] |
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