* the version on Belly has an extra verse
[Verse 1: Memphis Bleek]
Yeah, check it
Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck
And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up
It's crew love I spit two at every few thugs
Fo doves blow dubs holdin eight snub
I hold it down my strip, goin nowhere
Flip two eightballs trick the dough on low gear
The next week two O's gone
Nigga don't prolong
Play the studio and get my flow on
And sell weight on a later base
My older brother kept guns on his waist in case he air the place
And walk straight up on you fuckin crooked niggas
Coming out ya mouth sideways like some rookie niggas
I drink Henny mixed wit nothing
My weed and the dutch is somethin
What you niggas sayin nuttin
It's Bleek, controlling these streets holdin the heat
Reporting for my live niggas just like me, What!
[Jay-Z]
(Ha ha) This (Yeah) is Roc-A-Fella (Yea) for life (Uh huh)
This is Roc-A-Fella (Right) for life, uh
[Verse 1: Memphis Bleek]
Yeah, check it
Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck
And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up
It's crew love I spit two at every few thugs
Fo doves blow dubs holdin eight snub
I hold it down my strip, goin nowhere
Flip two eightballs trick the dough on low gear
The next week two O's gone
Nigga don't prolong
Play the studio and get my flow on
And sell weight on a later base
My older brother kept guns on his waist in case he air the place
And walk straight up on you fuckin crooked niggas
Coming out ya mouth sideways like some rookie niggas
I drink Henny mixed wit nothing
My weed and the dutch is somethin
What you niggas sayin nuttin
It's Bleek, controlling these streets holdin the heat
Reporting for my live niggas just like me, What!
[Jay-Z]
(Ha ha) This (Yeah) is Roc-A-Fella (Yea) for life (Uh huh)
This is Roc-A-Fella (Right) for life, uh
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