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Memphis Bleek – Hand It Down (Intro) lyrics
Sorry boys but all the money in the world
Couldn't bring me back again, lay down, lay down
Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce Funeral Home on Marcy
All those new n****s stop there
But a lot later than a whole gang of people thought
The last of the real hustlers, well, maybe not the last
Bleek's gonna be a good rapper
New improved Jay-Z, I quit, I'm retirin'
Ain't enough money in this game to keep me around
Sorry Big, I tried, honest
Can't go with me on this ride though
I'm callin' the shots, the bar's closing
Where we going to for breakfast?
Roc-a-Fella y'all
Okay, I'm reloaded
Bringin' the drama
Tryin' to come up in the game
Marcy had a couple of dollar signs to my name
Roc-a-Fella y'all
One of the best
Waitin' for my day to come
Just give me the word
Nah, this ain't Jigga it's your lil' n**** Bleek
Reportin' to these motherf***ers live from the street
Game I peeped those, my mind so advanced
At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter clothes
Peep the steez, I represent for all those
With twenty-eight grams, on a come-up tryin' to creep the keys
Large n****s told me park the car, keep the keys
Find a hood rat and creep to Mickey D's
First gun two bullets, n****z know I do pull it
N****s tryin' to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I pitch in the PJ's
Lit off the E-J, I split Dutchies with my ring finger
You find a b**** that don't be cream, bring her
Last seen with Bing, he got dropped between us
S*** is constant, that's why I pack the
Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense who wants it
I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my wall
Man, I'm tryin' to come up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in these streets
From sun down to sun up on y'all
Mama said, "Keep bulls***tin' they'll kill you dead"
One week of this hustlin' brought a living room set
Went to ? D's, n****s mad, veins out
Copped the Jordan's, two weeks before they came out
Flashy, fly little n****
Nosy b**** from the third floor like, "Why little n****?"
B****, please twist the trees
Took a long pull like b**** to breathe
That's my answer, life's like cancer
And I'm serious
Waitin' for my day to come
Just give me the word
Couldn't bring me back again, lay down, lay down
Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce Funeral Home on Marcy
All those new n****s stop there
But a lot later than a whole gang of people thought
The last of the real hustlers, well, maybe not the last
Bleek's gonna be a good rapper
New improved Jay-Z, I quit, I'm retirin'
Ain't enough money in this game to keep me around
Sorry Big, I tried, honest
Can't go with me on this ride though
I'm callin' the shots, the bar's closing
Where we going to for breakfast?
Roc-a-Fella y'all
Okay, I'm reloaded
Bringin' the drama
Tryin' to come up in the game
Marcy had a couple of dollar signs to my name
Roc-a-Fella y'all
One of the best
Waitin' for my day to come
Just give me the word
Nah, this ain't Jigga it's your lil' n**** Bleek
Reportin' to these motherf***ers live from the street
Game I peeped those, my mind so advanced
At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter clothes
Peep the steez, I represent for all those
With twenty-eight grams, on a come-up tryin' to creep the keys
Large n****s told me park the car, keep the keys
Find a hood rat and creep to Mickey D's
First gun two bullets, n****z know I do pull it
N****s tryin' to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I pitch in the PJ's
Lit off the E-J, I split Dutchies with my ring finger
You find a b**** that don't be cream, bring her
Last seen with Bing, he got dropped between us
S*** is constant, that's why I pack the
Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense who wants it
I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my wall
Man, I'm tryin' to come up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in these streets
From sun down to sun up on y'all
Mama said, "Keep bulls***tin' they'll kill you dead"
One week of this hustlin' brought a living room set
Went to ? D's, n****s mad, veins out
Copped the Jordan's, two weeks before they came out
Flashy, fly little n****
Nosy b**** from the third floor like, "Why little n****?"
B****, please twist the trees
Took a long pull like b**** to breathe
That's my answer, life's like cancer
And I'm serious
Waitin' for my day to come
Just give me the word
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