memphis bleek
u know bleek
Yeah.. serious shit..  Aiyyo, this time it's for my family, we ride or die It's in the blood til the death, now aim for the sky My fo' blow for sure, for dough, for own land..  It's money, drugs, and hot slugs  It's money, drugs, and hot slugs  It's money, drugs, and hot slugs It's money, drugs, and hot slugs   Niggas said I can't do it Funny I done it The album is here, now who the fuck want it? I let niggas eat now I'm here to collect I admit they tried, but they ain't rep correct Now the dinner table's set and it's my time to eat Don't even wipe your mouth, get up, be out! Don't let the cars fool you, or the jewelry blind you  My life's the realest nigga, I should write me a novel This for them broads that'll hold me down And my niggas on the Internet that download my style And my dog in line in at chow Just bangin with his walkman playin me loud And the nigga with that plate Choppin them grams, him and his man Listening to music that they understand And that white boy goin to college He don't know about the ghetto but know how to hold metal Them white boys, they'll shoot shit up They can listen to this shit, I don't give two fucks But back to it, sippin on that Cognac fluid In the Porsche, burnin the conduit This is ride music, get high music That M dot, hot supply music That's the answer, life's like cancer I thought I told why'all niggas I'm serious!  It's money, drugs, and hot slugs, you know Bleek