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M.A.R.C.Y.

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  • [Memphis Bleek] (DJ Clue) (Word up!) Uhh.. I've become a customed to goin through customs Pound in my pocket hollarin "FUCK THEM!" (What!?) I'm livin that life that you only talk about I'm fuckin them hoes that you only thought about I spend that money but you won't spend about As much that I made off my single out Whatchu thinka that? Niggaz, y'all know That I kill niggaz slow when I live wit this doe (Holla!) Got label sick, I know they hate that I'm makin they artist push them dates back (C'mon!) I don't need tattoos to prove I pack tools They had an act fool and become dog food Memph man, huh-uh, yeah thats me Same nigga that don't basicly and I'm still smokin, it be like that Ya blunt went out, nigga be like that! Chorus: Memphis Bleek I'm from M.A.R.C.Y. B.K. style, see Bleek how? I'm from M.A.R.C.Y. B.K. style, see Geda how? Chorus [Geda K] (DJ Clue) Yeah.. I'm finally put in the game Right where I should be and a Gat laid right where it should be (Ha ha!) Violate, you be put where you should be Have your family and friends screamin "How could he?" Walk the streets with a body on his back Ride around in a V with 'em shoutin in the back (Huh-uh) and for y'all thats with, that are front for rep Only thing that I front is hoes and Coke and clips and (?) CO-D, thats menace to the people Yeah we sold D and made a livin off of people (Yeah!) Ghetto corrupted us and we taught ourselfs How to add and scale Whats bag and sell? and how to, aim and shoot and I got brain with the wrist locked wherever the dot spot leave the tape You keep actin like you can't dodge the blaze and I let sixteen of 'em (???) Chorus 2x [DJ Clue over Chorus] New shit! Memphis Bleek! Geda! Marcy! Fresh out! (?) Tata! B.I.! [Memphis Bleek] (DJ Clue) Picture me rollin in that five hundred Benz I got no love for you niggaz There ain't no need to be friends (Clue!) I give a fuck 'bout 'em No need to talk 'bout 'em He act valid, I let the fofo pound 'em The CO-D's, nigga no statements Just shot, empty shell casins No prints, V's no tint Chrome, Sprint Six, no chips nigga R-O yeah M-A Realist hood in clint nigga, comprende? You bitch niggaz know I'm focused right? You still catch M-E-M lockin right? (Ha ha!) In the black V, wit the Gat on my lap Shovel in the trunk, go 'head nigga, front This M dot E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek copin out to a one (?) Bitch nigga! Chorus 2x [DJ Clue over Chorus] Fresh out! Katina Mogly! Steve Francis! Houston Rockets! My nigga Chris Childs! The popo's down! New York Knicks! [DJ Clue] DJ Clue! Desert Storm! Roc-a-Fella! The Professional Part 2! Ha ha!

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