Lyrics:
no no don't address them
Can't you see how they dress them
They probably surrounded by models and a
Bunch of them yes men
I'm surrounded by no-men oh
cause I have a nice slugging percentage
Because a nigga's like loced
Run on up, I'll call ya hickory because your gonna get smoked
I ain't no
More money, more cash, more hoes (what, what, what)
Verse Two, Memphis Bleek:
Ay yo, M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek
No need to dress warm, I brought plenty
Back to the regular life when sun was still so bright we chillin' no fight
Got my homies like side by side we ain't even need a whip we just pull up with
More money, more cash, more hoes
More money, more cash, more hoes
More money, more cash, more hoes
[Memphis Bleek]
Ay yo, M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek
No
cash, more
Hoes (what, what, what)
Ay yo, M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek
No need to dress warm, I
Brought plenty of heat
Y'all can't do nothing with this here
the strip club strippers try to tip her
I don't want no dance, ho, get up off my zipper
You ain't try to rip me if you ain't try to rip her
We like bun
the master key
And I believe in no limits like I'm Master P
It's actually catastrophes
Since I've been shorted
I'm doubling the tax and fees
In my path you get
or no size
See me, I graduated these streets in 05
Still live and die by these rules, you know why?
This ain't nothin' new, this ain't nothin' new
LeBron
Make a nigga disappear like J-Kwon
Body found by the Swans, nigga missing both of his arms
I ain't playing
I'm with the rat-tat-tat-tat
Shoot
Your school get dazed like G by G
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Take nuts and screws out ferris wheels
If you ain't Missy, payin' no bills
We ain't havin that this year
This is comin straight from the Bean, knawmean?
And we ain't havin that
[Name] Street live, muthafucka
Hey yo, Rhome,
You ain’t out here making moves
Live it up that’s what we do
Trademark The Block that’s my crew
I do not know about you
You wanna see what we bout
I'm sleeping you think I'm cheatin'
You said, "I know you, Mr. O.P.P. man
Yo PP man, won't only see me man"
You should've known when I ain't hit it
V.N.G.
Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter
Squeeze the trigger
I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked
Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard
the coldest nights
I ain't leaving my gun this my only life
Gotta live like I know it's mine
Who gon' be there by my side
I can only speak for my nine
Maybe
I'm blessed
Even though I get slammed with lawsuits like car doors
See three P.O.'s like Star Wars
They want me by the road holdin' up cardboard
So
at life
It's just another day in a hooker's life
With no tricks, there's no pimpin'
It's like drugs with no fiends, sex with no women
Down with the P Funk,
feel sorrow (no sorrow)
Actually, your man passed the gat to me, now check this (talk to em)
[Biggie (chorus)]
What's beef? Beef is when you need two
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
feel my head no more
Ultraviolet
All these niggas looking for fame
They ain't get that
Ain't beat those morons by hands
I kill em with flows... like
since I was 5'8
5'6 to 5'2 the 40 divide you
According to Sky Blue
Now he repping that Piru shorty is Pi too
He don't want it with my crew
You ain't' got
'cause I can afford it
Ain't nothing, party over here what you doing on the other side?
We came here to get live, take a ride
With the S and the P, hey,
[Lil Wayne - Verse 1]
Man, I aint got nothing but some p-ssy and some paper
I keep a bad bitch like a muthaf-cking laker
I don't love them hoes, f-ck
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