Tom: D# minor•
Verse 1
Yeah
Ebm
Whats up with these lame-
ass niggas, man?
Ebm
Ebm
I'm tellin' you
Abm
Niggas keep runnin' to this rap shit
You know mean?
Like why y'all built like that
Ebm
Y'all niggas better pick up a basketball,
or somethin'
Y'all niggas ain't ready for this shit
Verse 2
Abm
If a nigga know the Memph
I ain't the type to front
I'll put any gun to you
Ebm
What type you want?
Supply any drug for you
What high you want?
Bag any chick for you
Nicer slut
Abm
Yeah, I push hot fees
My niggas got cheese
You run around frontin'
Like you niggas got keys
Ebm
You never flipped burgers
Abm
Your crew, I ain't heard of
Ebm
Matter of fact, I'll murder ya
Abm
I heard you niggas spit shit
But it's indirect
Say my name
And see where I end this tech
Ebm
I got a lot of love for this
Ebm
When it's beef, it's beef
When it's rap, it's real
A lot of frontin' I seen
I done analyzed this game
It's nothin' but schemes
Ebm
New ways to sell records
I aim for it
Put it out if it's hot
Not, Just ignore it
Verse 3
And that's who y'all know
We get low, get dough
Flip gold for sure
That's who we be
We got cheese
Pop three for R- O- C
Verse 4
And that's who y'all know
We get low, get dough
Flip gold for sure
That's who we be
We got cheese
Pop three for R- O- C
Yo, yo
Verse 5
I eat, sleep, breathe here
To tell the truth, dog
None of us goin' leave here
Ebm
We die young, go to jail for murder 1
On a come- up, nigga
And that's where I'm from
Abm
I done learned from that Puff
and that Lopez shit
I ain't runnin' in no club
on some loco shit
Ebm
I'ma catch you when you sit
Put 4 in yo whip
Catch your girl in the club
Put nut in your bitch
Abm
Niggas want to see the
Memph go and lose his cool
Go and use his tool
Nigga, use the fool
Ebm
You could bootleg my shit
Abm
Ebm
I want me a chunk, deuce
I'm not a chump,
I'll leave you slumped in the trunk
Abm
What part of that you don't
understand?
Or ain't hear?
Misinterpret?
Dog, I put work in
and my shit sound phenomenal
Still keep them things
Next to the abdominal
Verse 6
And that's who y'all know
We get low, get dough
Flip gold for sure
That's who we be
Abm
Ebm
We got cheese
Pop three for R- O- C
Verse 7
And that's who y'all know
We get low, get dough
Flip gold for sure
That's who we be
We got cheese
Pop three for R- O- C
Verse 8
Abm
Before these rhymes
I was bustin' these nines
Before these raps
I was bustin' my gat
Before the vocal groups
Ebm
I spoke with the truth
Why do cats want to muffle my speech?
Abm
Ebm
Imagine my raps
If I wasn't in touch with the street
Wit my peeps touchin' the heat
I'm used to crack,
now I'm slingin' raps
Hustler with beats
Abm
You cats can't touch what I reach
You niggas can't hush what I speech
Abm
My story's too deep
Life real, clear as the streets
See my iced grill,
hear my voice clear when you sleep
The cat who be tearin'
Ebm
Ain't nothing changed
But my name when I
appeared on these beats
Sigel was the name that they
gave me
The streets that is
I'm tryin' to teach that, kids
Ebm
Cause some niggas don't
know that they be clowns
Hey yo, the sun don't go down
We go around
Verse 9
And that's who y'all know
We get low, get dough
Flip gold for sure
That's who we be
We got cheese
Pop three for R- O- C
Verse 10
And that's who y'all know
We get low, get dough
Flip gold for sure
That's who we be
Abm
Ebm
We got cheese
Pop three for R- O- C
Verse 11
And that's who y'all know
We get low, get dough
Flip gold for sure
Outro 1
Abm
Pop three for R- O- C nigga
Ebm
Abm
Ebm
Ebm
Abm
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