Memphis Bleek Hood Muzik Lyrics

(feat. M.O.P.)

Cheah
Know what this s___ sound like right n____s?
That old gun out music in the hood right?
You hear it n____, don't be scared n____
My n____s is wit me, we focused man, yeah
Get Low in the building, y'know, n____
Let's do it, c'mon, yo

[Memphis Bleek]
It's gettin hot so the shorts is on
Gotta tote the snub it's too warm for the long, n____
You could pass me to baby's zoo
One shot'll turn a n____ face into baby food; BLAAH!
Get it clear, now why they lookin for Saddam
Weapons of mass destruction is here
I got a few in my hood
In case a n____ ever get the feelin and he think that he could
Or would, pull sket on me
I could show you first hand what's a felony
And a hobby and the process of gettin money is nothing
I'm not Sosa, but the dogs is coming
This is not not, no, no, m_________ing game
Entertain you m_________ers is not why I came
It's R.O.C. and M.O.P.
I wipe floors wit little n____s for f___in wit my team

[Fame]
My n____ think so god that ounce and mo ice and the nicest MC
But yo big, tell god I said naah, cuz he throw like a b____
When he threw it he missed, the niceset MCs is right here
Why the f___ you throw it over there
The whole rap game turned into a 2-Pac-a-don
Gangsta boy boppin, with his nuts and c___ in your palm
Playa pass the baton, got a few jack tools and bullet scars
Now you got your 2-Pac costume on [THUG LIFE!!]
First of all, y'all n____s gon' need more songs
This M.O.P. n____ we put it down [put it down!!]
m_________ers trying to figure me out
Wanna see what a n____ be bout
But if I told ya, I predicted the death of my oldest brother was last
And the death of my mother you'd probably think I'm crazy as f___
Rumor has it that I' m half past the seventh hour
Naw n____ I'm a quarter to eight, M.O.P.!

[Billy Danze]
Now let me clear this up for you youngun, Bill still comin
The Ville still gunnnin [St- tuh tuh tuh tuh tuh!!!]
Runnin I come from the Browns where n____s don't play fair
It's no love lost cuz it was never none there
Put me in a position to blast
I'll pop you and drop you, where they be fishin for bass
So once you ramblin, take you, drape you, and break you to small pieces
And FedEx your fingers to one of your nieces
We hold fort, we don't give a f___ about you
Ask them bouncers we'll stomp the s___ out you
Bill's, not concerned wit a turn and it's the shine
Cuz every step along the line I'ma take mine, n____
In '87, I started my career
I'll jump back, [clap!] and get it goin this year
I live my life, in crime time b____
And that's about the size of it AAAOWW!!!