LyricsJust Blaze

Memphis Bleek, Freeway, Freeway

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Hey yo, guru, this Just Blaze, Bleek and Free, right? So I could get a hook or verse or sumthin'? Get that outta here

Stick to makin' beats, I stick to yo' moms, nigga Just blaze, just roll up a L, pour glass in that Arme Young E's had game since the days of Atari Since the youth, I used to shoot her right back to the path My day goin' hard, mack the back of the cab Did it all, little robbery, back cart of the G-train Hood became a part of me, got a hell of a street game Niggas don't want no part of me, bitches, they wanna roll up roll out Sit in the Ferrari, Breeze through Marcy They know I'm gangsta in every way I keep it gangsta, tech on me everyday but P-Game, how I lean to fit it Because mami don't act right I got to leave these bitches, you know I chase bread dog, I'm after the spread dog The least you could do is give a nigga a lil' head dog Parked by Marcy, this two door Ferrari Can't believe mami deny me Poonani But I guess she don't listen to rap So I'ma slut her like a ghost in the hole Missing the track And I'm a P I M P fo' sho rap ROC NYC for short F R two E's slide through deliver more, what? ROC PHI for short, por favor I twist backwards swerve in the jeep Cheek deep, pick up the chicks, chicks lookin' for Bleek Bleek sleep, makin' me sick won't answer the phone Motorola Two way, you may answer to freeway I think it's him pagin' me now, I hear the back strap Where you at? Got a room full of freaks And they tryin' to get right, We could smut 'em all night and get them chickens outta sight Pass them hoes, then mack 'em G to K Freeway known for movin' the yay I could get 'em from point A to point G Here's the deal, I stuff 'em in the wheel For the right amount of billsm I bring em where you stay Y'all hate freeway, scared when you see the freeway But you wanna kill freeway Your girl ride the freeway everyday Up and down, back and forth In and out, know every route Well, bitches who stack niggas Fuck wit a nigga like Memphis who gettin' that paper But'll light you up with the jigga man Where my bitches at? Where my bitches at? Where my real bitches at? Come on And all my niggas who took llamas, murda murda Heard of a nigga named freeway, from Philly to the 'Linas Where my niggas at? Where my niggas at? Where my real niggas at? Come on All day I be smokin', we all my niggas who tokin' We hit the block with the potent, give 'em a week and they blow it You know and you know, there's some ofa's sittin' low and my dogs Know who all of us are, we sit low in the cars Ain't no bitches wanna roll, they say I'm doin my thing See its blue in the chain I was changin' my jeans but Lil' mami is you rollin', you what? You fucka, you suck For real I'm tryna see what's up with you Introduce you to the pimp and the playas This is no playin' 'cuz I'm a gangsta, I don't fuck with them hatas, And basic hatin' is the part I ain't feelin' Hoe's wanna fuck 'cuz there's shit that I'm willin' Once they see it, I just fuck up they head And when I bang out in the hood, I just fuck up my bread Instead of lead, I save it when I see you face to face Right now, I'm fucking wity hoes, they don't gimme face shit Where my bitches who stack niggas Fuck wit a nigga like Memphis who gettin' that paper But'll light you up with the jigga man Where my bitches at? Where my bitches at? Where my real bitches at? Come on And all my niggas who took llamas, murda murda Heard of a nigga named freeway, from Philly to the 'Linas Where my niggas at? Where my niggas at? Where my real niggas at? Come on Just b-b-blaze, just blaze

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