Memphis Bleek - They Will Never Play Me Lyrics

Memphis Bleek - They Will Never Play Me Video

This for my thug, thug

Drug, drug

And guns, guns

Come on, come on

Come on, it's the roc nigga

Yo, yo

 

Ayo niggas wanna hate me cause I run thugs

Show no love and my guns bust

And I got your bitch on my nuts and I push two trucks

You niggas out here gone do what?

Nothing but talk about it

You niggas ain't bout it, bout it

You see bleek

J-i-g from the hat to sneaks

Dem them jordans but what's important

You niggers scheming

I told y'all, I got my mind right

And my money right

I brought a new tech and believe my shit air right

The game nigga love it, leave it

It ain't gone change nigga

From my hood to your hood

This shit the same nigga

You see me hopping out

Coping that bel –v

I ride for my family

F**k could you tell me

Its roc la familia

No one down with us

No one ride with us

No one side with us

We came gunning

Busting f**k it, it ain't nothing

I got mine now get yours

And nigga stop frontin'

 

1 still these niggers hate me

But I sit back and laugh

I got cash, I play the back

And I be counting my math

And they will never play me

I got guns, I got ones, I got sons

I got niggas who could get that done

 

And still these niggers hate me

But I sit back and laugh

 

I got cash, I play the back

And I be counting my math

And they will never play me

I got guns, I got ones, I got sons

I got niggas who could get that done

 

Yo, ayo I get's it crunk with that pump

Or letting that pistol blow

Niggas hate but I'm sticking this dick down they bitches throat

I hear them saying

He only sold half a mill

You know what I'm saying nigga I spend half your deal

So go ahead with that dumb shit

I push tinted suv's

Which is one bitch

With that fifth in just one clip

My fans asking me bleek, you dissing squads?

Ma I'm dissing everyone

And everyone feel they involve

Who ever hating

Contemplating about my situations

Wanna know my moves

Wanna find out if a nigga station

Wanna know the co'ds

Wanna know if I get low my company

Do I got chrome

Nigger don't compare me to jay-z

I pop my collar, hollar

All about the drama blowing scama

Pockets stay filled with that good marijuana

But you lames hating

Cause I'm in the lake on them daytons

Taking pictures, hitting switches

Pulling over bad bitches

I'm laying right

My dogs stay they eating right

Guns looking right

And dog I bust them right

For that brick

For that check

For that coke

For that flow

Dog I let's them go

Set up shop and blow

 

Repeat 1

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Memphis Bleek - Regular Cat Lyrics

Memphis Bleek - Regular Cat Video

Chorus

Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat

Some nigga hit me wit consignment

Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat

Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat

So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that

Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat

Some nigga hit me wit consignment

Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat

Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat

So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that

 

Verse1

My gunz, my credentials, I'm geased up

Hate a nigga that don't know me and swear that Bleek front

Cause I'm a little nigga, so what, I did my thang

Now I came up, fuck a nigga gon tell me?

Before this Bleek shit, a nigga couldn't eat and shit

I sold drugs, fascinated by this sneaker shit

On hot days I found ways to clock pay

Had yellow tops now my topz is gray

Cause one these lame niggaz got the color of mine

But one problem, niggaz work ain't as butter as mine

And you got to believe, yo I'm dope in the drawers form, poppy seed

And you got to be weed, I got a ounce of D and no clientele

But when the sun goes down I hit the strips for sales

Clock mel, half of my dogz ain't rottweil

We bout to work wholesale, and flip the price the retail

Wha......

 

Chorus

Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat

Some nigga hit me wit consignment

Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat

Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat

So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that

Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat

Some nigga hit me wit consignment

Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat

Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat

So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that

 

Verse2

I got the hood in me, so I guess I'm no good, nigga

I stay strapped Cause I know a nigga could, nigga

I chop grams in the crib wit my man

We blew L's and politiced on how to expand

We supplied the Vein

Promised to go out in a blaze

Before them pigz lock the game

We gotta maintain in this world of cold blood

It's no love, niggaz will back out heat and let you hold slugz

We took re-up money

Rollin dice, and I neva thought a game of Cee-Lo

Could take my man life, Over 3 cdnt, My son was a little bit

A nigga flash heat, he flipped and seen the end of it

A cool cat, and novody seemed to like him

Dat was my dog so nobody had to like im

I closed the vein down, I couldnt hustle no mo

But still I hold heat ready to ride to war

Cause I could die by this game

Spit in the Mic and my life aint no different

Just a Regular Cat

 

Chorus

Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat

Some nigga hit me wit consignment

Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat

Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat

So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that

Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat

Some nigga hit me wit consignment

Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat

Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat

So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that

 

Verse3

Yo Yo

Why niggaz throw Ice grills and I see you tight grill

But I know if i squeeze you faggots gon squeal

I laugh at y'al flash cash at y'all

In the tinted whatever, ried right past y'all

Me and my cod-ee and we all know Bleek

Tight, the whole heat, you niggaz don't know me

Where the fuck niggaz know me from? (Marcy, son)

You niggaz frontin you ain't have heart to come

Besides you niggaz mad cause yo bitch ride shotty

Round town, malibu mixed wit Bicardi

She relaxed in da drop, Fendi shades matchin the watch

Accent osets, the bitch kinda prop

But her man think he untouchable

Put his ass where he ain't comfortable, Lay him up for a few

He'll realize, Bleek ain't the one to fuck wit

Provoke me to spit, consider it dealt wit

I'm not the type to hit shotz and miss you

The type to play you close to kiss you

Nigga describe the pistol, you hit wit

When they fillin yo body wit liquid

Now I'm on the low cause you told em it was Memphis

Who blazed you up, yeah, layed you up

Yo mouth got you like that, and thats plain as fuck

I'm a Regular Cat, wha...

 

Chorus

Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat

Some nigga hit me wit consignment

Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat

Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat

So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that

Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat

Some nigga hit me wit consignment

Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat

Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat

So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that

Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat

Some nigga hit me wit a consignment

Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat

Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat

So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that

Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat

Some nigga hit me wit consignment

Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat

Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat

So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that

Regular cat, wt em wit dat

I'm just a regular cat

Yo I'll settle wit dat then I'ma wet em wit dat

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Memphis Bleek - Is That Your Chick (The Lost Verses) Lyrics

Memphis Bleek - Is That Your Chick (The Lost Verses) Video

(feat. Jay-Z, Twista & Missy Elliott)

 

Jay-Z

R-O-C

Memph Bleek

Jigga man

Missy, Twista sho' nuff

Yeah, yo

 

Don't get mad at me

I don't love 'em I fuck 'em

I don't chase 'em I duck 'em

I replace 'em with another one

You had to see she keep calling me BIG

(And another one!)

And my name is Jay-Z

She was all on my dick

Gradually I'm taking over your bitch

Coming over your shit

Got my feet up on you sofas, man

I mean a hostess for my open hand

You coming home to dishes and empty soda cans

I got your bitch up in my Rover man

I never kiss her, I never hold her hand

In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man

I'mma pimp her, it's over man

When I twist her in the Gold sedan

Like I'm Goldie man, you're bitch chose man

Jigga man, iceberg with the frozen hands

Wedding bands don't make it rosy man

 

Missy

Oh is that your chick

Why she all in his six?

With her hand on his dick

Keep licking her lips

Is that your chick?

Why she all in his ride?

With her hand on his thigh

Keep looking in his eyes

Oh is that your chick?

You better tell her chill

While you all in his grill

Don't you know that man kill?

Is that your chick?

Why she beeping him?

Keep praising him?

Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

 

Memphis Bleek

Yo check it now, yo, yo

Your hoe chose I

I ain't gonna lie

What I look like turnin' down chocha

Drove by, smokin' lye

Recognize a pimp, open your eyes

Hop in the passenger side of the ride

Damn Bleek, can't speak

Uh-huh, okay, what's up, SHUT UP

And close the door

Act like you been in the drop top

On the open road before

Fix your weave, then fix me

Ever gave head doing 160?

Ever seen a pair of kicks this crispy

How you love how the white wife beater fit me

M-dot, him hot, them not

(That's gangsta)

 

Missy

Oh is that your chick

Why she all in his six?

With her hand on his dick

Keep licking her lips

Is that your chick?

Why she all in his ride?

With her hand on his thigh

Keep looking in his eyes

Oh is that your chick?

You better tell her chill

While you all in his grill

Don't you know that man kill?

Is that your chick?

Why she beeping him?

Keep praising him?

Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

 

Twista

Tha Jigga and Twista got 'em screaming

Like a demon fiending for the semen

Chrome gleaming like the dome off Keenan

Gone while I'm leanin' smoking

I'm whip it in the stomach

Your bitch on the passenger side of me flashing your money

Why you acting so funny?

You know she been flirting while your working

Behind the curtain knuckles jerking for certain

Poppin' that pussy

Sweatin' till no fluid is left

When I come in the party with J we gonna do it to death

You gon' ruin your rep

Trippin' while we pimpin' these hefers

Playa lectures got me shining like a new Gator stepper

Must have been mad

When your ho put my stuff in the dash

Bust in her ass

To climax I come up with a nab

The game don't stop

Legit ballers bending up the block

Niggas rushing, coming at us cause of status and props

Sucking and fucking, loving it when I put tha dick up inside her

Can't help it if she yellin' with a ridah

 

Missy

Oh is that your chick

Why she all in his six?

With her hand on his dick

Keep licking her lips

Is that your chick?

Why she all in his ride?

With her hand on his thigh

Keep looking in his eyes

Oh is that your chick?

You better tell her chill

While you all in his grill

Don't you know that man kill?

Is that your chick?

Why she beeping him?

Keep praising him?

Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

 

Jay-Z

Yo, yo

Why you home alone, why she out with me?

Room 112, hotel balcony

How she say Jay you can call the house for me?

There's no respect at all

You betta check her dawg

She keep beggin' me to hit it raw

So she can have my kids and say it was yours

How foul is she? And you wifed her

Shit, I put the rubber on tighter

Sent her home, when she entered home

You hugged her up

What the fuck is up?

She got you whipped, got your kids

Got your home, but that's not your bitch

You share that girl, don't let 'em hear daddy Earl

It'll make 'em sick that his favorite chick

Ain't saving it, unfaithful bitch

 

Missy

Oh is that your chick

Why she all in his six?

With her hand on his dick

Keep licking her lips

Is that your chick?

Why she all in his ride?

With her hand on his thigh

Keep looking in his eyes

Oh is that your chick?

You better tell her chill

While you all in his grill

Don't you know that man kill?

Is that your chick?

Why she beeping him?

Keep praising him?

Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

 

Memphis Bleek

Yo how dumb the pimp?

I heard he trick

Bought a new five, maybe a six

Copped that for his new down bitch

And I was digging that down since '96 shit

Memph man I'll take your bitch

Let her do her thing, give brain in the whip

And you know how it go when it come to the hoes

She can do the same thing to the clique you know

Your hoe chose, don't get mad at me

Got your wife callin' me daddy

Put her out on the street let her get that cheese

My bad is that your freak

But you know how a thug do

When a nigga hit that, it's fuck you

Keep it snug, tre deuce in the boot

Niggas wanna act, get a motherfuckin' slug too

 

Missy

Oh is that your chick

Why she all in his six?

With her hand on his dick

Keep licking her lips

Is that your chick?

Why she all in his ride?

With her hand on his thigh

Keep looking in his eyes

Oh is that your chick?

You better tell her chill

While you all in his grill

Don't you know that man kill?

Is that your chick?

Why she beeping him?

Keep praising him?

Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

 

Jay-Z

Cool out homie

You betta keep her away from my balling clique

Keep her out of nightclubs all in the mix

From hanging out with chicks who be swallowing dicks

From catz who order Cris play the floor with the Knicks

That can only lead to something unfortunate

Hot boy like Jigga man scorch your bitch

Play the floor dot Jigga man go first

Then we all rock cause we all hot

You know the boys from the Roc got them whores on lock

Got them bitches in the smash

Making yours drive fast

Cause we get more cash than the average nigga

All dem hoes like damn I gotta have this nigga

Cause I'mma hot black, how in the hell can you stop that

You would fuck mine

How the hell can you knock that?

I'm just playing the cards choosenly

Jigga man who ya supposed to be?

 

Missy

Oh is that your chick

Why she all in his six?

With her hand on his dick

Keep licking her lips

Is that your chick?

Why she all in his ride?

With her hand on his thigh

Keep looking in his eyes

Oh is that your chick?

You better tell her chill

While you all in his grill

Don't you know that man kill?

Is that your chick?

Why she beeping him?

Keep praising him?

Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

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Memphis Bleek - In My Life Lyrics

Memphis Bleek - In My Life Video

In my life (echoes two times)

In my life (echoes two times)

 

(Chorus)

In my life

There's been heartache and pain

In my life

There's been heartache and pain

There's been heartache and pain

In my life

There's been heartache and pain

 

I'm still that regular, cetera cat, from the street

Thuggin it, lovin my life as Memph Bleek

But I'm stuck with, huggin that block, sellin that D

Grew up with, nothin but killas and O.G.'s

I'm the product of the ghetto 'til they bag me up

With a bail stash in case they snatch me up

I'm a soldier in this war and I resemble my pops

I ain't nothin like him, that's where this criminal stop

I provide for the fam, divide them grams

Cook it, make flips, survival plans

Bein successful, I had every intent

But I went to the high school a playin the bench

We live off wit, just like our switch-up strips

I was raised by the gun so I switch up clips

Gettin my hustle on, tryna switch up kicks

I won't change bein thug, I won't switch up shit

It's my life nigga

 

(Chorus)

 

I've put work in, for me to reach this level

To let the world know that I speak for the ghetto

I've been through the struggle, downfall and the hurt

Puttin the close one, deep in the dirt

I lost one a my road dogs in nine-eight

I still see him everytime I look in his mom's face

But don't cry (ma'), we gon' see the light

I know he up in Heaven and he gon' lead us right

I live by the street so I'm a die by the street

As long as I'm alive his daughter'll never need

We used to be this close

But now it feel we this far apart, me and that nigga can't talk

We can't bag and kick it, bag some bitches

Only time I see 'em, is when I glance at pictures

But I gotta face the fact, my nigga is gone

But I'm a ride to the death, and still I mourn

In my life nigga

 

(Chorus)

 

In my life (echoes two times)

In my life (echoes two times)

 

Sometimes I just grab the car keys and ride

With no music, I'm just ridin the vibe

I done came a long way, from usin the plate

Touchin the eight, who would've thought I'd make it today

It was just yesterday, moms waitin on the stamps

The spot got shot up, and Dre still locked up

It's me against the world with no brother, just a revolver

And I ain't thinkin about seein tomorrow

I got sixty-two grams and a six-shot eight

With plans to hit the block and get shit straight

But my dog just got shot, spot just got rushed

I lost all my weight when the crack pot bust

I was left with zip, zero, nothin

That's when I realized that my life ain't 'bout nothin

The world wouldn't understand Bleek in the street

So I took it to the booth and gave y'all the speech

 

(Chorus) 2x

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Memphis Bleek - I Get High Lyrics

Memphis Bleek - I Get High Video

(chorus)

I gets high rollin down the I-95,

Ma dont ask why i love gettting high while i drive

I cant lie (i cant lie), i puff fly ( i puff fly)

While i drive down the I-95

 

Put the key in the ignition, start my v

Take the clip out the ashtray, spark my trees

U know dat haze weed, bad boys roll tight

Valvader, cranberry juice, mixed light

Under 30 percent tint ridin benz

Doin a quarter smokin on what grow in da water, my lifes in order

U no i got a pocket full a sticky, da old b-k, light a blunt up for biggie

And smoke out, i give a fuck if ya got a skateboard or that new exo-out,

U blow a blow a roll out and holla i'm a survive or die

I'm a ride cuz they neva take a nigga alive

 

I gets high rollin down the i-95

Starin through the rim view from all the shit i survive

And as i ride by i just tilt my hat,

Put the car in cruise and roll up anotha sack

 

(chorus x2)

 

U catch me rollin hay while i'm down in The benz

Hey dont stop, i light a blunt up for pac

Pop my collar take another sip a dat vodka

Hit 3 wheel motion lockin in the impala

On them 50 spokes wit 2 pounds to smoke

And the weed come clean no sticks, no seeds

Straight bud it keeps the car, we sinnin

Ma be like bleek, and we cant breath in it

Mami keep cool let me remove the roof

Take sip o that velvie and remove yer shoes

Recline baby, smoke good line baby

This the real green, out the high times baby

We sittin on dubs, no what thats like?

Twistin up bud, mommy get yo mind right

 

(chorus x2)

 

I gets high, holla a them boys

(while i drive down the i-95)

Holla a them boys

(uh huh uh huh)

Holla at them boys

(while i drive down the i-95)

Smoke one for yer dogs

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Memphis Bleek - Stay Alive In NYC Lyrics

Memphis Bleek - Stay Alive In NYC Video

Yea,

Yea street life

Gutter shit

Soldier life nigga

Get it right

New York City

Where I'm from

Live are Die

Marcy

Do what you do

 

Check it out now

Yo I'm here to put my thing down

Set up shot with cocaine now

Pick off niggas who aint down

I'm in the game now

Brought a couple of cats from the way down

Who know how to slang thows

And grimmy niggas who aim wild

Who juss want to rep

And wet niggas who think foul

Ran into Jay while I'm clappin this math

This crab show me some slab

Now I'm tryna get back

We played the out skerch

Nigga smoother then my shirt

Spit a couple of words, a pound, then he merked

Shit he left skid marks

I let the clip spark

When off in the hood

Played the bench till its dark

I'm profouned to the drug game

A thin line between love and hate

Some niggas I love to hate

I thought my connect respect me

This nigga got bad words since some haters wet me

 

Chorus 4x's

To stay alive in New York City

To stay alive realize that you got to be a soilder

 

Check it

Yo I'ma soldier to the heart

Through my blood line

One way to catch a crab is always on his front time

I keep a chicken on a bench flippin

Grippin

I smoke weed but this shit got a nigga slippin

A herb seed burn me, drop the L

Spot it through my per-if-u

This nigga tryna murder me

Shorty wop jumped in front of me

Caught one

Blaze back empty empty the roots

Through the bitch niggas, take that

Niggaz killed my down bitch

Bust around bitch

I dont know who clapped

So I dont hang around

 

Shit

Lame beat me on the ounce of raw

Dominican nigga

Look innocent nigga

F**k it I'ma finish this nigga

Back the coop out the lot

Cock one in the drop

Put the burner in the dash fee dipped in black

Got Bleek on alert

For the cat who beat me on the stack

 

Chorus 4x's

To stay alive in New York City

To stay alive realize that you got to be a soilder

 

Yo, Yo

Slow money, broke niggas, no weed

One gun

And my down bitch gone

Got a nigga on the run

Strip hot

Niggas came through

Bang shots

Have me sleeping in my wheels

To the real get got

Now I play the cut

On some nigga what shit

Flip fo-in-dicals

For real now who wants it

Two blocks from the Jay's this nigga lay

He pump trays

Try'n to get the Memph man put away

His next option

Pack up get out of dodge

When he caught I'ma let the fifth give his face a massage

Too much dro got my eyes low

On the creep triple black down

'Cause I'ma cripple that clown

Spotted him by WoodHall

Niggas think the fe-in took off

Like he ran track or he played football

Hot day and everybody outside

I'ma catch him on that block

Where the hot wips ride

Ride slow this nigga out burning trees

Wit a bad bitch

I'ma put his brain on her sleeve

I'ts already cocked

I move slow up the block

Jumped out

Made him tounge kiss the glock

I Squeeze two

And niggas seen this nigga drop

Cold of the street and forever stay hot

Motherf**ker

 

Chorus 4x's

To stay alive in New York City

To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier

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