memphis bleek – just blaze (featuring freeway) lyrics
hey yo, guru, this just blaze, bleek and free, right?
so i could get a hook or verse or sumthin’?
get that outta here
stick to makin’ beats, i stick to yo’ moms, n-gg-
just blaze, just roll up a l, pour gl-ss in that arme
young e’s had game since the days of atari
since the youth, i used to shoot her right back to the path
my day goin’ hard, mack the back of the cab
did it all, little robbery, back cart of the g-train
hood became a part of me, got a h-ll of a street game
n-gg-s don’t want no part of me, b-tches, they wanna roll up roll out
sit in the ferrari, breeze through marcy
they know i’m gangsta in every way
i keep it gangsta, tech on me everyday but
p-game, how i lean to fit it
because mami don’t act right
i got to leave these b-tches, you know
i chase bread dog, i’m after the spread dog
the least you could do is give a n-gg- a lil’ head dog
parked by marcy, this two door ferrari
can’t believe mami deny me poonani
but i guess she don’t listen to rap
so i’ma sl-t her like a ghost in the hole
missing the track
and i’m a p i m p fo’ sho rap roc nyc for short
f r two e’s slide through deliver more, what?
roc phi for short, por favor
i twist backwards swerve in the jeep
cheek deep, pick up the chicks, chicks lookin’ for bleek
bleek sleep, makin’ me sick won’t answer the phone
motorola two way, you may answer to freeway
i think it’s him pagin’ me now, i hear the back strap
where you at? got a room full of freaks
and they tryin’ to get right,
we could sm-t ’em all night and get them chickens outta sight
p-ss them hoes, then mack ’em g to k
freeway known for movin’ the yay
i could get ’em from point a to point g
here’s the deal, i stuff ’em in the wheel
for the right amount of billsm i bring em where you stay
y’all hate freeway, scared when you see the freeway
but you wanna kill freeway
your girl ride the freeway everyday
up and down, back and forth
in and out, know every route
well, b-tches who stack n-gg-s
f-ck wit a n-gg- like memphis who gettin’ that paper
but’ll light you up with the jigga man
where my b-tches at? where my b-tches at?
where my real b-tches at? come on
and all my n-gg-s who took llamas, murda murda
heard of a n-gg- named freeway, from philly to the ‘linas
where my n-gg-s at? where my n-gg-s at?
where my real n-gg-s at? come on
all day i be smokin’, we all my n-gg-s who tokin’
we hit the block with the potent, give ’em a week and they blow it
you know and you know, there’s some ofa’s sittin’ low and my dogs
know who all of us are, we sit low in the cars
ain’t no b-tches wanna roll, they say i’m doin my thing
see its blue in the chain i was changin’ my jeans but
lil’ mami is you rollin’, you what? you f-cka, you suck
for real i’m tryna see what’s up with you
introduce you to the pimp and the playas
this is no playin’ ‘cuz i’m a gangsta, i don’t f-ck with them hatas,
and basic hatin’ is the part i ain’t feelin’
hoe’s wanna f-ck ‘cuz there’s sh-t that i’m willin’
once they see it, i just f-ck up they head
and when i bang out in the hood, i just f-ck up my bread
instead of lead, i save it when i see you face to face
right now, i’m f-cking wity hoes, they don’t gimme face sh-t
where my b-tches who stack n-gg-s
f-ck wit a n-gg- like memphis who gettin’ that paper
but’ll light you up with the jigga man
where my b-tches at? where my b-tches at?
where my real b-tches at? come on
and all my n-gg-s who took llamas, murda murda
heard of a n-gg- named freeway, from philly to the ‘linas
where my n-gg-s at? where my n-gg-s at?
where my real n-gg-s at? come on
just b-b-blaze, just blaze
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