Memphis Bleek Hustlers Lyrics

(feat. Beanie Sigel)

Yeah
Sup wit' these lame-a__ n____s, man?
I'm tellin' you
n____s keep runnin' to this rap s___
You kna' mean?
Like y'all built like that
Ya'll n____s betta pick up a basketball, or somethin'
Ya'll n____s ain't ready for this s___

[Memphis Bleek]
If a n____ 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 s___
Yeah, I push hot fees
My n____s got cheese
You run around frontin'
Like you n____s got keys
You never flipped burgers
Your krew, I ain't heard of
Matter of fact, I'll murder ya
I heard you n____s spit s___
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 real
When it's beef, it's beef
When it's rap, it's real
Nuttin' between
Alot of frontin' I seen
I done a___yzed 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

[Chorus] (REPEAT 2X)
We them hustlers
And that's who ya'll 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

[Memphis Bleek]
Yo, 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, n____
And that's where I'm from
I done learned from that Puff and that Lopez s___
I ain't runnin' in no club on some loco s___
I'mma catch you when you sit
Put 4 in yo whip
Catch your girl in the club
Put nut in your b____
n____s wanna see the Memph go and lose his cool
Go and use his tool
n____, use the fool
You could bootleg my s___
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 s___ sound phenomenol
Still keep them thangs
Next to the abdomenol

[Chorus] (REPEAT 2X)
We them hustlers
And that's who ya'll 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

[Bienie Sigel]
Uh, 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 m___le 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 n____s is lame
You catz can't touch what I reach
And quiet as kept
You n____s can't hush what I speech
My story's too deep
Life real, clear as the streets
See my iced grill, hear my voice clear when you sleep
You n____s 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 Mac
Sigel was the name that they gave me
The streets that is
I'm tryin' to teach that, kids
Cause some n____s don't know that they be clowns
Ay yo, the sun don't go down
WE GO ROUND

[Chorus]
We them hustlers
And that's who ya'll 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

We them hustlers
And that's who ya'll 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

We them hustlers
And that's who ya'll know
We get low, get dough
Flip gold for sho'
We them gangstas
And that's who we be
We got cheese
Pop three for R-O-C, n____