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Sorry boys.. but all the money in the world couldnt bring me back again Lay down, lay down Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce Funeral Home on Marcy All those new niggaz stop there but a lot later than a whole gang of people thought The last of the real hustlers, well maybe not the last Bleeks gonna be a good rapper New, IMPROVED Jay-Z I quit Im retirin Aint enough money in THIS game, to keep me around Sorry Big, I tried Honest Cant go with me on this ride though Im callin the shots The bars closing Where we going to for breakfast? Roc-a-Fella yall OKAY, IM RELOADED!
Bringin the drama Tryin to come up in the game Marcy Had a couple of dollar signs to my name Roc-a-Fella yall One of the best! Waitin for my day to come Just give me the word
[Memphis Bleek] Nah this aint Jigga its your lil nigga Bleek Reportin to these motherfuckers live from the street Game I peeped those, my mind so advanced At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter clothes Peep the steez, I represent for all those with 28 grams, on a come-up tryin to creep the keys Large niggaz told me park the car, keep the keys Find a hoodrat and creep to Mickey Ds First gun two bullets, niggaz know I do pull it Niggaz tryin to kill me dog, who wouldnt? Screw Gooden, I pitch in the PJs Lit off the EJ, I split Dutchies with my ring finger You find a bitch that dont be cream, bring her Last seen with Bing, he got dropped between us Shit is constant, thats why I pack the Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense who wants it? I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my wall Man Im tryin to come up on yall Get one up on yall, thats why I hustle in these streets from sundown to sunup on yall Mama said keep bullshittin theyll kill you dead One week of this hustlin brought a living room set Went to?? Ds, niggaz mad, veins out Copped the Jordans, two weeks before they came out Flashy, fly little nigga Nosy bitch from the third floor like Why little nigga? Bitch please, twist the trees Took a long pull, like bitch to breathe Thats my answer, lifes like cancer And Im serious
Waitin for my day to come Just give me the word
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