Memphis Bleek, Just Blaze, Freeway - Just Blaze, Bleek & Free lyrics

Hey, yo Guru, this Just Blaze
Bleek and Free right?
So I could get a hook or verse or sumthin'?
(Get outta here)
Stick to makin' beats, I stick to yo' moms
Nigga just Blaze

Roll up a L, pour glass in that arm-e
Young E's had game since the days of Atari
Since the youth
I used to shoot her right back to the path
My day, goin' hard, mack the back of the cab
Did it all, little robbery
Back cart of the G train
Hood became a part of me
Got a hell of a street game
Niggas don't want no part of me, bitches they
Wanna roll up, roll out, sit in the Ferrari
Breeze through Marcy
They know I'm gangsta in every way, what
I keep it gangsta, tech on me everyday, but


P-Game, how I lean to hit it, don't act right
I got to leave these bitches you know
I chase bread dog, I'm after the spread dog
The least you could do is give
A nigga a lil' head, dog
Parked by Marcy, this two door Ferrari
Can't believe Mami deny me poonani
But, I guess she don't listen to rap
So I'mma slut her like a ghost
In the hole, missing the track
And I'm a P, I, M, P, fo' sho rap
R, O, C N, Y, C, for short

F, R, two e's slide through deliver more
R, O, C, P, H, I, for short, por favor
I twist backwoods, swerve in the jeep
Cheek deep, pick up the chicks
Chicks lookin' for Bleek bleek sleep
Makin' me sick won't answer the phone
Motorola, two way, you may answer to Freeway
I think it's him pagin' me now
I hear the back strap
Where you at? Got a room full of freaks
And they tryin' to get right
I could smut 'em all night
And get them chickens outta sight
Pass them hoes, then mack 'em
G to K, Freeway known for movin' the yay
I could get 'em from point A to point G
Here's the deal, I stuff 'em in the wheel
For the right amount of bills
I bring 'em where you stay
Y'all hate Freeway
Scared when you see the Freeway
But, you wanna kill Freeway
Your girl ride the Freeway
Everyday, up and down, back and forth
In and out, know every route

Where my bitches who stack niggas?
Fuck wit a nigga like Memphis
Who gettin' that paper
But'll light you up with the jigga man
Where my bitches at? Where my bitches at?
Where my real bitches at? C'mon
And all my niggas who took llamas, murda
Murda heard of a nigga named Freeway
From Philly to the 'Linas
Where my niggas at? Where my niggas at?
Where my real niggas at c'mon

All day I be smokin'
We all my niggas who tokin'
We hit the block with the potent
Give 'em a week and they blow it
You know and you know
There's some ofa's sittin' low and my dogs
Know who all of us are
We sit low in them cars
Ain't no bitches wanna roll
They say I'm doin' my thing
See it's blue in the chain
I was changin' my jeans but
Li'l Mami is you rollin'or what? You fucka
You suck
For real I'm tryin'a see what's up with you
It's no playin' 'cuz I'm a gangsta
I don't fuck with them hatas and basic
Hatin' is the part I ain't feelin'
Ho's wanna fuck
'cuz there's shit that I'm willin'
Once they see it, I just fuck up they head
And when I bang out in the hood
I just fuck up my bread instead of lead
I save it when I see you face to face
Right now, I'm fucking wit hoes
They all gimme face shit

Where my bitches who stack niggas?
Fuck wit a nigga like Memphis
Who gettin' that paper
But'll light you up with the jigga man
Where my bitches at? Where my bitches at?
Where my real bitches at? C'mon
And all my niggas who took llamas, murda
Murda heard of a nigga named Freeway
From Philly to the 'Linas
Where my niggas at? Where my niggas at?
Where my real niggas at c'mon

Just Blaze just Blaze