(feat. Beanie Sigel)

Yeah

Sup wit' these lame-ass niggas, man?

I'm tellin' you

Niggas keep runnin' to this rap shit

You kna' mean?

Like y'all built like that

Ya'll niggas betta pick up a basketball, or somethin'

Ya'll niggas ain't ready for this shit



[Memphis Bleek]

If a nigga know the Memph

I ain't the type to front

I'll put any gun to you

What type you want?

Supply any drug for you

What high you want?

Bag any chick for you

Nicer slut

Yeah, I push hot fees

My niggas got cheese

You run around frontin'

Like you niggas got keys

You never flipped burgers

Your krew, I ain't heard of

Matter of fact, I'll murder ya

I heard you niggas spit shit

But it's indirect

Say my name

And see where I end this tech

I got a lot of love for this

But dawg, I'm real

When it's beef, it's beef

When it's rap, it's real

Nuttin' between

Alot of frontin' I seen

I done analyzed this game

It's nuttin' but schemes

New ways to sell records

I aim for it

Put it out if it's hot

Not, Just ignore it



[Chorus (REPEAT 2X)]

We them hustlers

And that's who ya'll know

We get low, get dough

Flip gold for sho'

We them gangstas

That's who we be

We got cheese

Pop three for R-O-C



[Memphis Bleek]

Yo, yo



This is my ghetto

I eat, sleep, breathe here

To tell the truth, dawg

None of us gon' leave here

We die young, go to jail for murder 1

On a come-up, nigga

And that's where I'm from

I done learned from that Puff and that Lopez shit

I ain't r