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memphis bleek - back down (the diplomats diss) lyrics

[intro]
geah, uh, you know what it is n+ggas
bleek (yeah)
count that million over there p
cali, put that five hunnid thousand over there (that’s right)
you know what it is, [?], get all the guns, man (all them)
it’s time to go to war
[?] get the soldiers, let’s ride
murda, yes

[chorus]
it’s easy to see with r+o+c
when it comes to the beef, no, we don’t back down
anywhere i go both coast with toast, any state, any city, i hold that mac down
every og you see around me hold a gun big enough to back yao ming down
i was in the cut tryna do my thing here these n+ggas go again
mentioning bleek now

[verse]
you know i travel through the city with the fofo long (that’s right)
find where you stay, send shots (buck) through ya homе (buck)
and trust with jr i don’t need my gun (no)
i see you in the city guarantee you run
and cam you a b+tch, you not no mystery (nah)
been all through harlem, you havе no history (h+ll no)
you used to play ball, never been through no ward, you just rap
and now you even wacker than before (word)
and jimmy is a b+tch, (uh+huh) never put in the work
just blooded his+self in ’cause he ain’t wanna get hurt
know i used to sell crack, brought gats to school (that’s right)
you was momma’s boy, she put you in catholic school (hahaha)
and now you a big shot, ballin’ and what+not
you dyin’ to be pac, huh? take these 5 shots
and rell lil gerbil, you tryna be cute with me? (no)
you not a ruger, you a tu+tu to me
hahahaha, is how i laugh at n+ggas (that’s right)
sit back, count a million cash on n+ggas
“yo dame i need there when i’m talkin’ to bleek
let him know it ain’t no beef, i just want money b”
that’s cam’ron punk ass talkin’ out loud
sayin’ he don’t want it ’cause he know what i’m ’bout
and the whole world got it on tape, you fake
i know pink banger bunny in jail you get rape
and me being robbed now that’s some gossip (who told?)
sayin’ roc+a+fella shot you? that’s a dry+snitch (look)
say you independent, gettin’ 8 dollars a pop (uh+huh)
well if that’s so why you n+ggas suing koch? (why?)
jr just drop and he ain’t sell (nothing)
can’t wait to see what ya’ll do with b+tter knife rell (hahahahaha)
and i been rich big thanks to jay (thanks hov)
if you hate, blame god ’cause he made it that way
his design, my rhyme, jay mastermind
your cake, your bank don’t match with mine, motherf+ckers
[memphis bleek talking]
yea, man, you know what it
ya’ll n+ggas don’t want no problem
it’s a [?] n+gga (yes)

[outro]
yea, man
ya’ll n+ggas know what the f+ck it is, man, brooklyn
if it’s a problem, you know where we at, n+gga, you know what we doing, you know we about
b+tch ass n+ggas
you know what it is, man
we can see through the lies
you can make up all the lies you want
but the truth remains
you p+ssy

- memphis bleek lyrics

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