Memphis Bleek - Hustlers текст песни

Yeah

Sup wit these lame-ass niggas, man?

Im tellin you

Niggas keep runnin to this rap shit

You kna mean?

Like yall built like that

Yall niggas betta pick up a basketball, or somethin

Yall niggas aint ready for this shit

[memphis bleek]

If a nigga know the memph

I aint the type to front

Ill put any gun to you

What type you want?

Supply any drug for you

What high you want?

Bag any chick for you

Nicer slut

Yeah, I push hot fees

My niggas got cheese

You run around frontin

Like you niggas got keys

You never flipped burgers

Your krew, I aint heard of

Matter of fact, Ill murder ya

I heard you niggas spit shit

But its indirect

Say my name

And see where I end this tech

I got a lot of love for this

But dawg, Im real

When its beef, its beef

When its rap, its real

Nuttin between

Alot of frontin I seen

I done analyzed this game

Its nuttin but schemes

New ways to sell records

I aim for it

Put it out if its hot

Not, just ignore it

[chorus] (repeat 2x)

We them hustlers

And thats who yall know

We get low, get dough

Flip gold for sho

We them gangstas

Thats 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, nigga

And thats where Im from

I done learned from that puff and that lopez shit

I aint runnin in no club on some loco shit

Imma catch you when you sit

Put 4 in yo whip

Catch your girl in the club

Put nut in your bitch

Niggas wanna see the memph go and lose his cool

Go and use his tool

Nigga, use the fool

You could bootleg my shit

I want me a chunk, deuce

Im not a chump, Ill leave you slumped in the trunk

What part of that you dont understand?

Or aint hear?

Misinterpurate?

Dawg, I put work in

I got a name, and my shit sound phenomenol

Still keep them thangs

Next to the abdomenol

[chorus] (repeat 2x)

We them hustlers

And thats who yall know

We get low, get dough

Flip gold for sho

We them gangstas

Thats 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 muffle my speech?

Imagine my raps

If I wasnt in touch with the street

On the block, deep

Wit my peeps touchin the heat

Im used to crack, now Im slingin raps

Huster wit beats

You niggas is lame

You catz cant touch what I reach

And quiet as kept

You niggas cant hush what I speech

My storys too deep

Life real, clear as the streets

See my iced grill, hear my voice clear when you sleep

You niggas know me

The cat who be tearin these streets

Aint nothin changed

But my name when I appeared on these beats

Its bien mac

Sigel was the name that they gave me

The streets that is

Im tryin to teach that, kids

Cause some niggas dont know that they be clowns

Ay yo, the sun dont go down

We go round

[chorus]

We them hustlers

And thats who yall know

We get low, get dough

Flip gold for sho

We them gangstas

Thats who we be

We got cheese

Pop three for r-o-c

We them hustlers

And thats who yall know

We get low, get dough

Flip gold for sho

We them gangstas

Thats who we be

We got cheese

Pop three for r-o-c

We them hustlers

And thats who yall know

We get low, get dough

Flip gold for sho

We them gangstas

And thats who we be

We got cheese

Pop three for r-o-c, nigga