[Memphis Bleek]
  For this 98 shit, you rap cats better lay shit
  Cuz Bleek's gonna lay shit
  You heard me? Holla back
  So what ya know about a four ga six,
  and a Cuban with a diamond cut chips
  And a whole lotta chicks in this world gonna strip with me
  Get your money right nigga
  I'm tryin to be worth 6 Million like Steve Austin
  Drive thru my PJ's flossin, like what? Bionic
  You see me blowin chronic
  In charge with San Diego, burn like Wako
  Leggo on my shots like Eggo
  Or Lee Hungry Oswald, three miles far
  Picture main man open the car
  Sware to god, you get hit hard,
  you violate my squad on the job
  Know me, the Ogee on my mic I make about 20 G a week
  In these streets tryin to eat
    [Chorus: repeat 2X]
    We need to live life 2 tha fullest
  See you never know when you perform
  Dead on, so that I'm napalm
  Makin sure ya remember my name, Bleek
  Stayin on top of my fame, on top of my game
    [Memphis Bleek]
  Aiyo the streets got a nigga turned out, say word
  But the gat got a nigga bustin back, so what?
  It's the ghetto, we all the killas walkin the light
  I think the ceiling the dark
  I'mma bring it to the light
  The police never liked us, now they hired bikers
  In TNT tryin to shut down the CNB
  Cartel, tryin to stack mail and prevail
  To cop a 300 XL, yo you niggas know Memph for gettin dough
  Fuckin these hoes, nuttin flow, erate my foes
  All lies on my arm piece or the chain becardian
  Absolute, throwin shit in the game
  I'm tryin to snatch cream, and slide very often
  Hate had me stressed so I got rid of that shit like abortion
  And ain't afraid to leave you niggas in the coffin
  So often, you gonna see my click flossin
  Iced up, nigga price what, act up
  And we gon strap up what, you say what you want
  But I already, you can flow with Between Friends and the Roc
    [Chorus 2X]
    [Memphis Bleek]
  I'm like 4-5-6, when I spit this trips
  Haters loosin they bricks, Memph Bleek injure shit
  If you asbetic, you gon gas like asmetics
  Try to end it, I'm gone set it, inject it
  Like diabetics with styles, I perfect it
  Broke down mics from adverseries I collect it
  The reassembelem, i'm like the Marcy Project emblem
  Put me on your chain and rock me
  If I was you glock, cock me
  Put it work, then back me
  From under your hockey shirt, and go bizerk
  No what's wit-urse, put the 400 on re-wit-urse
  Let the shots dispurse, when I hit em it hurts
  If you ask me, niggas styles is trashy
  Cops wanna harass me, cuz minds classy
  I got the form with the chips, caught chicks in Memphis
  I'm Memphis, ya don't know me, but I'm in this
    [Chorus 2X]