[Memphis Bleek]   For this 98 shit, you rap cats better lay shit   'cause 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, 'cause 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