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Memphis Bleek - Hustlers lyrics
<font size="1">(feat. Beanie Sigel)<font> 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 |
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