| Lyrics: | typed by LudaKri$
[Memphis bleek]
ugh huh
M-e-m-p-h-i-s, i reps, i get cheque,
i blaze tecs
fuck, come on
yea get yo guns nigga
streets is mine
nine
nine
thugged out, part 2
[Verse1]
check it out
Shit, I'm here now, where it's
at?
I'm there now, when I walk through the club
The real have stare-downs
And I walk by,
lil nigga play the short guy
Pockets is grown, when I cock it, it's on
You believe that, all
the chickenz be where the treez at
Car hopping bitches be where the V's at
I plot to get mo,
stacks and a crib
Sometimes I hear that Ele hold a gat in the crib
Can't relax in the
crib
Niggaz did max bids
Niggaz clap shit, ain't no acting in this
You a playa? Well
nigga who you working for?
Cuz who coachin that team that you be otin for?
When I ride by, I
know you looking to spray me
But I got a ghetto bird that go half on a three-eighty
It's the
game of life, you it, so play it right
Bitches like you, M-e-m-p-h Bleek, yeah
right
[Chorus]
Is you a thug nigga?
Then bust a slug nigga
It's no love
nigga
We true thug niggaz
Streets is mine, One nine double nine, we shine
Niggaz stack
one's act and and catch one
You a thug nigga?
Then bust a slug nigga
It's no love
nigga
We true thug niggaz
Streets is mine, One nine double nine, we shine
Niggaz stack
one's act and and catch one
[Verse2]
Yo all the money and the gunz is nothin to
me
Cuz I could withstand the challenge within or without me
Am I right, youngblood?
If
not, correct me, y'all ain't got enough money for y'all to check me
You six feet, eight inches,
400 pounds of made niggaz that get broke down-acapo |
