Hustlers Memphis Bleek (Ft. Beanie Sigel)

[Intro: Beanie Sigel]
Yeah
Sup wit' these lame-ass niggas, man?
I'm tellin' you
Niggas keep runnin' to this rap shit
You kna' mean?
Like y'all built like that
Ya'll niggas betta pick up a basketball, or somethin'
Ya'll niggas ain't ready for this shit

[Verse 1: Memphis Bleek]
If a nigga know the Memph
I ain't the type to front
I'll put any gun to you
What type you want?
Supply any drug for you
What high you want?
Bag any chick for you
Nice or slut
Yeah, I push hot V's
My niggas got cheese
You run around frontin'
Like you niggas got keys
You never flipped burgers
Your crew, I ain't heard of
Matter of fact, I'll murder ya
I heard you niggas spit shit
But it's indirect
Say my name
And see where I end this tech
I got a lot of love for this
But dawg, I'm real
When it's beef, it's beef
When it's rap, it's real
Nuttin' between
A lot of frontin' I seen
I done analyzed this game
It's nuttin' but schemes
New ways to sell records
I ain't for it
Put it out if it's hot
Not, Just ignore it, motherfuckers