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[The Game
The Roy Jones of this rap shit
Somebody bout to get the fucked out tonight man
You better tell boy somethin, you better tell him somethin

[Verse 1: The
Skip through the one bang this what's mentioned
Bleek one hit away but he didn't know The Game was pitchin
Balls faster than Roger Clemens you're too big for your britches
Two gold not make you a hitter
Might make you a little richer but forget the big picture
All of those you a fag but money like Little Richard
Take your faggot ass picture put it to Gulliany
Run you for roc-a-wear fit and beat you with the Tommy
Drag your ass down to Square
Call Beans, Jay, Freeway, Biggs, Dame be there
Compton behind me ask Nas is with me
You never sold crack in your life I'm takin your fiends with me
get me
My guns smoke like Robert
Two shots and a pound he got a room in Kings
And you live or sit in a box
Depending on how long it NYPD to respond to the

[Chorus: The
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph
Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek

[Verse 2: The
See what the problem is too much east coast dick
And tryin to do their best 2pac rendition
Listen they wonder how I live 5 shots
Niggaz is hard to on my block
When you was in the streets of age
I was in the streets pumpin the
While you was I was makin it happen
On the with a k
While you was the roc on the stage
I had on the stage
On headliner for the front page we know you front
You be on doin what? Gettin your punk ass stunt
You gon respect us or fo' rippin through the vests
And you know who you are nigga'll get the message
Malik or Bleek
Fuck and be a B-I-T-C-H sleek
'cause all yappin dude will get guns clappin dude
And stop from rappin dude, huh

[Chorus: The
Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph

[Verse 3: The
It took me a little while but I am now
Jay fucked up in the round when he picked olo with candy
Did olo in the second, take it from me
The Roc get off the bounce till you picked up beans
Add freeway to the team but the ugly bitch
Trade the Marcy reject for Cam'ron and Chris
Now the squad 5 is 6 man is Neef
Fans in the stand yellin out fuck Memphis
You want beef I have your body all over New York
Leg in jersey arm in Brooklyn head buried in park
You can't even from New York no more like john Storch
And I ain't talkin to him I'm to Malik Cox
And I got a pine box for a nigga you
Streets is talkin how many real like you
Hit LAX remember when you come to the
Niggaz don't play with they when it comes to the toast

[Chorus: The
Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph