[Intro: Memphis Bleek]
That's right, up front and personal
[Chorus: Memphis Bleek]
Where my niggas at?
Where my bitches at?
I love these streets, what you think of that?
My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats
I'ma ball 'til I fall what you think of that?
What you think of that? What you think of that?
I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that?
Where my niggas at?
Where my bitches at?
I love these streets, what you think of that?
My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats
I'ma ball 'til I fall what you think of that?
What you think of that? What you think of that?
I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that?
[Verse 1: Memphis Bleek]
Yo, light the trees up, my hoes, D cupped, G's up
Memph Bleek, nigga, what?!?
Ride shotgun in the range
Bitches pay the price for thangs, rock ice and chains
Yo they change under the weather, it got a little cold, too iced out
You can hardly see the gold
That's the way a nigga rock now, don't stop now
Still on the block now, shorty, hold the Glock down
Only things changed, the bitches I pressed
The way they fit in the dress
Like 'em big in the breasts
Shoes gotta be the shit, don't walk in kicks
Yo you rollin' with the Memph, twitch the dutch and split
Break the fuck out, bang, back a truck out
Often see the rims these bitches'll bug out
You know what though?
I don't give a fuck though, still in the cut, let the .44 blow
That's right, up front and personal
[Chorus: Memphis Bleek]
Where my niggas at?
Where my bitches at?
I love these streets, what you think of that?
My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats
I'ma ball 'til I fall what you think of that?
What you think of that? What you think of that?
I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that?
Where my niggas at?
Where my bitches at?
I love these streets, what you think of that?
My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats
I'ma ball 'til I fall what you think of that?
What you think of that? What you think of that?
I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that?
[Verse 1: Memphis Bleek]
Yo, light the trees up, my hoes, D cupped, G's up
Memph Bleek, nigga, what?!?
Ride shotgun in the range
Bitches pay the price for thangs, rock ice and chains
Yo they change under the weather, it got a little cold, too iced out
You can hardly see the gold
That's the way a nigga rock now, don't stop now
Still on the block now, shorty, hold the Glock down
Only things changed, the bitches I pressed
The way they fit in the dress
Like 'em big in the breasts
Shoes gotta be the shit, don't walk in kicks
Yo you rollin' with the Memph, twitch the dutch and split
Break the fuck out, bang, back a truck out
Often see the rims these bitches'll bug out
You know what though?
I don't give a fuck though, still in the cut, let the .44 blow
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