The Game - Bleek Is ... lyrics
[The Game - Bleek Is ... lyrics]
The young Roy Jones of this rap shit
Somebody bout to get knocked the
Fucked out tonight man
You better tell your boy somethin
You better tell him somethin
Skip through the blueprint one
Bang this what's mentioned
Bleek you're one hit away but he
Didn't know The Game was pitchin
Balls faster than roger Clemens nigga you're
Too big for your bitches
Two gold albums and I'll make you a hitter
Might make you a little richer but
Don't forget the big picture
All of those make you a fag
But money like Little Richard
Take your faggot ass picture put
It next to Gulliany
Run you for your roc-a-wear fit and
Beat you with the Tommy
Drag your ass down to Alby Square
Call Beans, Jay, Freeway, Biggs
Dame I'll be there
Compton behind me ask Nas queens is with me
You ain't never sold crack in your life
I'm takin your fiends with me
My guns smoke like Robert Downey
Two shots and a pound he got
A room in Kings County
And you might live or sit in a box
Depending on how long it NYPD
To respond to the shot
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
See what the problem is too
Much east coast dick lickin
And everybody tryin to do
Their best 2pac rendition
Listen they wonder how I live with 5 shots
Niggaz is hard to kill on my block
When you was in the streets comin of age
I was in the streets pumpin the gauge
While you was rappin I was makin it happen
On the block with a k
While you was with the roc on the stage
I had rocks on the stage
On headliner for the front page
We know that you front
You be on sunset doin what?
Gettin your punk ass stunt
You gon respect us or that
Fo' rippin through the vests
And you know who you are
Deaf nigga'll get the message
Malik or M-E-M-P-H Bleek
Fuck around and be a B-I T-C-H sleek
Cuz all that yappin dude will
Get guns clappin dude
And stop Memphis from rappin dude, huh
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
It took me a little while
But I am now understandin
Jay fucked up in the first round
When he picked olo with candy
Did olo in the second, nigga take it from me
The Roc get knocked off the bounce
Till you picked up beans
Add freeway to the team but
Move the ugly bitch
Trade the Marcy reject for
Cam'ron and Lil' Chris
Now the squad 5 is live 6 man is Neef
Fans in the stand yellin
Out fuck Memphis Bleek
You want beef I have your body
Parts all over New York
Leg in jersey arm in Brooklyn
Head buried in central park
You can't even borrow from New York
No more like john Storch
And I ain't talkin to him
I'm talkin to Malik
And I got a pine box for a nigga like you
Streets is talkin how many
Real niggaz like you
Hit LAX remember when you come to the coast
Niggaz don't play with they lives when
It comes to the toast
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
Somebody bout to get knocked the
Fucked out tonight man
You better tell your boy somethin
You better tell him somethin
Skip through the blueprint one
Bang this what's mentioned
Bleek you're one hit away but he
Didn't know The Game was pitchin
Balls faster than roger Clemens nigga you're
Too big for your bitches
Two gold albums and I'll make you a hitter
Might make you a little richer but
Don't forget the big picture
All of those make you a fag
But money like Little Richard
Take your faggot ass picture put
It next to Gulliany
Run you for your roc-a-wear fit and
Beat you with the Tommy
Drag your ass down to Alby Square
Call Beans, Jay, Freeway, Biggs
Dame I'll be there
Compton behind me ask Nas queens is with me
You ain't never sold crack in your life
I'm takin your fiends with me
My guns smoke like Robert Downey
Two shots and a pound he got
A room in Kings County
And you might live or sit in a box
Depending on how long it NYPD
To respond to the shot
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
See what the problem is too
Much east coast dick lickin
And everybody tryin to do
Their best 2pac rendition
Listen they wonder how I live with 5 shots
Niggaz is hard to kill on my block
When you was in the streets comin of age
I was in the streets pumpin the gauge
While you was rappin I was makin it happen
On the block with a k
While you was with the roc on the stage
I had rocks on the stage
On headliner for the front page
We know that you front
You be on sunset doin what?
Gettin your punk ass stunt
You gon respect us or that
Fo' rippin through the vests
And you know who you are
Deaf nigga'll get the message
Malik or M-E-M-P-H Bleek
Fuck around and be a B-I T-C-H sleek
Cuz all that yappin dude will
Get guns clappin dude
And stop Memphis from rappin dude, huh
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
It took me a little while
But I am now understandin
Jay fucked up in the first round
When he picked olo with candy
Did olo in the second, nigga take it from me
The Roc get knocked off the bounce
Till you picked up beans
Add freeway to the team but
Move the ugly bitch
Trade the Marcy reject for
Cam'ron and Lil' Chris
Now the squad 5 is live 6 man is Neef
Fans in the stand yellin
Out fuck Memphis Bleek
You want beef I have your body
Parts all over New York
Leg in jersey arm in Brooklyn
Head buried in central park
You can't even borrow from New York
No more like john Storch
And I ain't talkin to him
I'm talkin to Malik
And I got a pine box for a nigga like you
Streets is talkin how many
Real niggaz like you
Hit LAX remember when you come to the coast
Niggaz don't play with they lives when
It comes to the toast
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek