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memphis bleek - hustlers lyrics

(feat. beanie sigel)

yeah
sup wit’ these lame–ss n-gg-s, man?
i’m tellin’ you
n-gg-s keep runnin’ to this rap sh-t
you kna’ mean?
like y’all built like that
ya’ll n-gg-s betta pick up a basketball, or somethin’
ya’ll n-gg-s ain’t ready for this sh-t

[memphis bleek]
if a n-gg- 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
nicer sl-t
yeah, i push hot fees
my n-gg-s got cheese
you run around frontin’
like you n-gg-s got keys
you never flipped burgers
your krew, i ain’t heard of
matter of fact, i’ll murder ya
i heard you n-gg-s spit sh-t
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
alot of frontin’ i seen
i done -n-lyzed this game
it’s nuttin’ but schemes
new ways to sell records
i aim for it
put it out if it’s hot
not, just ignore it

[chorus (repeat 2x)]
we them hustlers
and that’s who ya’ll know
we get low, get dough
flip gold for sho’
we them gangstas
that’s who we be
we got cheese
pop three for r-o-c

[memphis bleek]
yo, yo

this is my ghetto
i eat, sleep, breathe here
to tell the truth, dawg
none of us gon’ leave here
we die young, go to jail for murder 1
on a come-up, n-gg-
and that’s where i’m from
i done learned from that puff and that lopez sh-t
i ain’t runnin’ in no club on some loco sh-t
i’mma catch you when you sit
put 4 in yo whip
catch your girl in the club
put nut in your b-tch
n-gg-s wanna see the memph go and lose his cool
go and use his tool
n-gg-, use the fool
you could bootleg my sh-t
i want me a chunk, deuce
i’m not a chump, i’ll leave you slumped in the trunk
what part of that you don’t understand?
or ain’t hear?
misinterpurate?
dawg, i put work in
i got a name, and my sh-t sound phenomenol
still keep them thangs
next to the abdomenol

[chorus (repeat 2x)]
we them hustlers
and that’s who ya’ll know
we get low, get dough
flip gold for sho’
we them gangstas
that’s who we be
we got cheese
pop three for r-o-c

[bienie sigel]
uh, uh, uh
yeah

before these rhymes
i was bustin’ these nines
before these raps
i was bustin’ my gat
before the vocal groups
i spoke with the truth
why do catz wanna m-ffle my speech?
imagine my raps
if i wasn’t in touch with the street
on the block, deep
wit my peeps touchin’ the heat
i’m used to crack, now i’m slingin’ raps
huster wit beats
you n-gg-s is lame
you catz can’t touch what i reach
and quiet as kept
you n-gg-s can’t hush what i speech
my story’s too deep
life real, clear as the streets
see my iced grill, hear my voice clear when you sleep
you n-gg-s know me
the cat who be tearin’ these streets
ain’t nothin’ changed
but my name when i appeared on these beats
it’s bien mac
sigel was the name that they gave me
the streets that is
i’m tryin’ to teach that, kids
cause some n-gg-s don’t know that they be clowns
ay yo, the sun don’t go down
we go round

[chorus]
we them hustlers
and that’s who ya’ll know
we get low, get dough
flip gold for sho’
we them gangstas
that’s who we be
we got cheese
pop three for r-o-c

we them hustlers
and that’s who ya’ll know
we get low, get dough
flip gold for sho’
we them gangstas
that’s who we be
we got cheese
pop three for r-o-c

we them hustlers
and that’s who ya’ll know
we get low, get dough
flip gold for sho’
we them gangstas
and that’s who we be
we got cheese
pop three for r-o-c, n-gg-

- memphis bleek lyrics

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