U Know Bleek (Intro)

[Memphis Bleek]

Yea.. serious shit..

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Aiyyo, this time it's for my family, we ride or die

It's in the blood til the death, now aim for the sky

My fo' blow for sure, for dough, for own land..

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It's money, drugs, and hot slugs

It's money, drugs, and hot slugs [Street Scholar]

It's money, drugs, and hot slugs [R O C]

It's money, drugs, and hot slugs

[Memphis Bleek]

Niggas said I can't do it

Funny I done it

The album is here, now who the fuck want it?

I let niggas eat now I'm here to collect

I admit they tried, but they ain't rep correct

Now the dinner table's set and it's my time to eat

Don't even wipe your mouth, get up, be out!

Don't let the cars fool you, or the jewelry blind you

My life's the realest nigga, I should write me a novel

This for them broads that'll hold me down

And my niggas on the Internet that download my style

And my dog in line in at chow

Just bangin with his walkman playin me loud

And the nigga with that plate

Choppin them grams, him and his man

Listening to music that they understand

And that white boy goin to college

He don't know about the ghetto but know how to hold metal

Them white boys, they'll shoot shit up

They can listen to this shit, I don't give two fucks

But back to it, sippin on that Cognac fluid

In the Porsche, burnin the conduit

This is ride music, get high music

That M dot, hot supply music

That's the answer, life's like cancer

I thought I told y'all niggas I'm serious!

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It's money, drugs, and hot slugs, you know Bleek