[memphis bleek]   Get your ones, get your guns   Muthafucker it's on   New millenium, and what?    Bleek re-born   All the haters eat a dick   Who I'm riding with bitch   You know the game and the name   I ain't change for shit   I toke cuatro cinco, when uno says   Keep uno in the head, you wouldn't fuck with this   My guns german, bullets burning   Where them bricks I'm searching   I need the money urgent   And I'm rushing, you slowing me down, ain't no holding me now   I'm out the gate, on the throne and I'm holding it down   All my niggas on the run, you's to eat for a reason   Fuck around and holla wrong, me and nore come in squeezing   And these streets is mine, m-e-m-p-h, I got style   I make it look good being wild   With da game I got, anything I got   I hate everything in site, whether aiming or not      Hook (x2)   [noreaga]   Yo, what you niggas wanna hate for?    Why you niggas all running outta state for?    You ain't thugs and you niggas can't take for   Now you snitchin' why y'all wanna turn states for, ha?       [noreaga]   What, what, I do this shit for the streets   Just left iraq, bout to meet with bleek   Aiyo, and we both got weed in tons   When me and memphman, smoke the call us lazer lungs!   Thugged out, roc-a-fella, big bank acounts   On the sky-tel with big type, and bring the ounce   Clip on niggas, niggas just be seeing me cussing   How you dig up with my style, the way I be rushing   Just to style you head in   You drove to a dead end   So what you gon' do now, once I but lead in   I say what, what, now y'all say what, what   I say, that I'm a thug, now y'all wanna be thugs   And I admit that i'ma hustler just hustling drugs   Yet I do this shit because crime pays   I'li rock a cescear and doo rag   And I don't got waves   (don't got waves, don't got waves, don't got waves)      Hook (x2)      [memphis bleek]   Yo,yo,yo, niggas wanna turn states   Just hand me the eight   Have a crib in iraq, for the memph escape   Where the d's won't find me   Trees is lime green   Hoes give head just to ride and watch springs   Niggas gon' hate, 'cause we trying to get rich   My steak got a1, I can taste the chips   Give them facial hits, from the chrome thou flip   With the serious scratch, get them pinacles back   You can take some nigga, you wouldn't take some of these   My bullets heat up and burn, nigga, feel my sting   For the 9 double 9, these streets is bleek   All my niggas on the run just got to eat      Hook (x2)