Sup wit' these lame ass niggas, I'm you Niggas keep to this rap shit, you kna' mean? Like y'all built that Y'all niggas pick up a basketball, or somethin' Y'all niggas ain't ready for shit
If a nigga know the Memph I ain't the type to put any gun to you what type you want? Supply any drug for you high you want? Bag any for you nicer slut
Yeah, I push hot my niggas got cheese You run around frontin' you niggas got keys You never flipped your krew, I ain't heard of Matter of fact, murder ya
I heard you niggas spit shit but it's Say my name and see where I end tech I got a lot of for this but dawg, I'm real When it's beef, it's beef when it's rap, real
Nuttin' a lot of frontin' I seen I done this game it's nuttin' but schemes New ways to records I aim for it Put it out if hot, not, just ignore it
We them hustlers and that's who know We get low, get dough flip for sho' We gangstas that's who we be We got pop three for R O C
We them hustlers and who y'all know We get low, get dough flip gold for We them that's who we be We got pop three for R O C
Yo, yo this is my ghetto I eat, sleep, breathe To the truth, dawg none of us gon' leave here We die young, go to jail for 1 On a come-up, nigga and that's where I'm
I done from that Puff and that Lopez shit I ain't runnin' in no club on loco shit catch you when you sit put 4 in yo whip Catch your girl in the club put nut in bitch
Niggas wanna see the Memph go and his cool Go and use his tool, nigga, use the You could bootleg my shit I want me a I'm not a chump, I'll leave you slumped in the trunk
What part of you don't understand, or ain't hear? Misinterpurate, dawg, I put in I got a name, and my sound phenomenol Still keep them thangs to the abdomenol
We them and that's who y'all know We get low, get dough flip for sho' We gangstas that's who we be We got cheese pop for R O C
We them hustlers and that's who y'all We get low, get dough flip gold for We them gangstas who we be We got pop three for R O C
Uh, uh, uh yeah these rhymes I was bustin' nines before these raps I was bustin' my gat the vocal groups I with the truth Why do catz wanna muffle my Imagine my raps if I wasn't in touch the street
On the block, deep wit my peeps touchin' the I'm used to crack, now i'm slingin' huster wit beats You niggas is lame you catz can't touch I reach And quiet as kept you niggas can't what I speech
My story's too deep real, clear as the streets See my iced grill, hear my voice clear when you You niggas me the cat who be tearin' these streets Ain't nothin' changed but my name I appeared on these beats It's Mac
Sigel was the that they gave me The streets that is I'm to teach that, kids some niggas don't know that they be clowns Ay yo, the sun don't go we go 'round
We them hustlers and that's who know We get low, get dough flip for sho' We them gangstas who we be We got cheese pop for R O C
We them hustlers and that's who know We get low, get dough flip gold for We them that's who we be We got cheese pop for R O C
We them and that's who y'all know We get low, get flip gold for sho' We gangstas that's who we be We got cheese pop for R O C