作词 : Malik Cox/Dwight Grant/Omar Williams/Jose Batiz/Erickson Bryan 作曲 : Malik Cox/Dwight Grant/Omar Williams/Jose Batiz/Erickson Bryan YeahSup wit' these lame ass ******, man? I'm tellin' you ****** keep runnin' to this rap ****, you kna' mean? Like y'all built like that Y'all ****** betta pick up a basketball, or somethin' Y'all ****** ain't ready for this **** If a ***** 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 slut Yeah, I push hot fees my ****** got cheese You run around frontin' like you ****** got keys You never flipped burgers your krew, I ain't heard of Matter of fact, I'll murder ya I heard you ****** spit **** 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 realWhen it's beef, it's beef when it's rap, it's real Nuttin' between a lot of frontin' I seenI done analyzed 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 We them hustlers and that's who y'all 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 CWe them hustlers and that's who y'all 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 CYo, 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, ***** and that's where I'm fromI done learned from that Puff and that Lopez **** I ain't runnin' in no club on some loco **** I'ma catch you when you sit put 4 in yo whip Catch your girl in the club put nut in your ***** ****** wanna see the Memph go and lose his cool Go and use his tool, *****, use the fool You could bootleg my **** 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 **** sound phenomenol Still keep them thangs next to the abdomenol We them hustlers and that's who y'all 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 CWe them hustlers and that's who y'all 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 CUh, 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 muffle 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 ****** is lame you catz can't touch what I reachAnd quiet as kept you ****** can't hush what I speechMy story's too deep life real, clear as the streets See my iced grill, hear my voice clear when you sleep You ****** 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 MacSigel was the name that they gave me The streets that is I'm tryin' to teach that, kids' Cause some ****** don't know that they be clowns Ay yo, the sun don't go down we go 'round We them hustlers and that's who y'all 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 CWe them hustlers and that's who y'all 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 CWe them hustlers and that's who y'all 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
作词 : Malik Cox/Dwight Grant/Omar Williams/Jose Batiz/Erickson Bryan 作曲 : Malik Cox/Dwight Grant/Omar Williams/Jose Batiz/Erickson Bryan YeahSup wit' these lame ass ******, man? I'm tellin' you ****** keep runnin' to this rap ****, you kna' mean? Like y'all built like that Y'all ****** betta pick up a basketball, or somethin' Y'all ****** ain't ready for this **** If a ***** 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 slut Yeah, I push hot fees my ****** got cheese You run around frontin' like you ****** got keys You never flipped burgers your krew, I ain't heard of Matter of fact, I'll murder ya I heard you ****** spit **** 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 realWhen it's beef, it's beef when it's rap, it's real Nuttin' between a lot of frontin' I seenI done analyzed 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 We them hustlers and that's who y'all 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 CWe them hustlers and that's who y'all 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 CYo, 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, ***** and that's where I'm fromI done learned from that Puff and that Lopez **** I ain't runnin' in no club on some loco **** I'ma catch you when you sit put 4 in yo whip Catch your girl in the club put nut in your ***** ****** wanna see the Memph go and lose his cool Go and use his tool, *****, use the fool You could bootleg my **** 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 **** sound phenomenol Still keep them thangs next to the abdomenol We them hustlers and that's who y'all 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 CWe them hustlers and that's who y'all 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 CUh, 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 muffle 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 ****** is lame you catz can't touch what I reachAnd quiet as kept you ****** can't hush what I speechMy story's too deep life real, clear as the streets See my iced grill, hear my voice clear when you sleep You ****** 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 MacSigel was the name that they gave me The streets that is I'm tryin' to teach that, kids' Cause some ****** don't know that they be clowns Ay yo, the sun don't go down we go 'round We them hustlers and that's who y'all 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 CWe them hustlers and that's who y'all 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 CWe them hustlers and that's who y'all 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
