MEMPHIS BLEEK 1-2-3 Lyrics
            [Verse 1-Memphis Bleek]
            Yeah, I come from bottom to the top
            I seen a lotta n____z fall
            Top to bottom, cause they flows wasnt hot
            Them n____z swore they was chillin, Reality they not
            Thats why I'm in the spot, Treat the ?? like the pot
            I'm strappin up that product, get my strip back in order
            Hit records, its like a brick, 16s is like a quarter/quota
            Thats why I'm tryna flip it, this time i'ma do it different
            Mixtapes is like a fiend, n____z givin free hits and
            You n____z let'm sample it, Neva give'm the work
            Now this tape better then your album sales, lookin hurt
            I'm tryna take it back in the day, when it was 20 time
            Industry is f___ed up, the back to sellin n____z dimes
            Singles is nickles, lotta albums done flopped
            Lotta labels done dropped, you was signed, now you not
            Thats why I neva play wit the position I'm held wit
            Who lie about sellin drugs? Album ain't sell s___
        
            [Scratched]
            You heard the t__le n____, 5-3-4
            (Cant hear the rest)
        
            [Verse 2-Memphis Bleek]
            I'm bout to have this thing on lock, you can't tell me different
            I got the soft n hard top, you could tell I'm livin
            I got that gat on my lap, just don't tell the snitches
            They got they tail between they legs, you could tell they b____es
            Their ain't no heaven for a G, so the hell with it
            My life is deep, m_________ers please delve in it
            Started with promo, no h___, movin 12 inches
            Pimp the game, comin to age at 12, b____es
            (Thats when I had well-wishes)
            n____z call me prince of the city
            Next in line, call me king of new-yitty, pity
            How the same n____z that bailed wit me, bailed on me
            Took to many pulls of the L on me
            Drank up all kool-aid, left glasses in my kitchen
            Food for thought, my n____ you do the dishes
        
            [Scratched]
            You heard the game and the name
            You heard the t__le n____z, 5-3-4
        
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