[Memphis Bleek]

Yea(uh huh)

What they want god?

Niggaz know the deal here

It's real...yea

[Verse 1]

I was told 揼et money? stack what I can

Born In the Vile, a nigga never ran



Seen niggaz get cut, shot, stabbed up and kidnapped

Ran over, double crossed, killed for a stack of green one's

Now I live life, do or die, Marcy, son, evrybody trying to survive

Maintain yo strip, cokaine this shit

We ain't leavin till we drain this shit

Playin this shit, street life, but most of y'all hate Bleek right?

I'm supposed to keep heat right?

So you can haul the heat right, who really give a fuck though

I grew up amongst cut-throats, nigga, we all want dough

It's a all out thing, drugz produce cream, gunz produce human beingz

Nigga what you think? I got one, stop one, Naw

Drop one, can't stop one, I'm here till the copz come