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Everybody Lyrics - Coming Of Age - Memphis Bleek

Yeah, uh huh 

What they want God? 

Niggaz know the deal here 

It's real, yeah 

 

I was told, get 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, ev'rybody tryin' to survive 

Maintain yo strip, cocaine 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 

 

If you got money, everybody wants some 

If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some 

Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some 

When a nigga get right, everybody wants some 

If you got money, everybody wants some 

If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some 

Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some 

When a nigga get right, everybody wants some 

 

By my area code, you know I'm able to roll 

I'm a Brook-Nam nigga, we lock and load 

Dodge y'all, my hungry niggaz spot y'all 

Ready to bury niggaz wit 50 shots y'all 

(You hot God) 

Stop y'all, from poppin' y'all lil' nickels to Moroccan zones 

I'm makin' somebody cripple 

The strip's the issue and my dogz will sic you 

While yo body bag flow, the body bag's full 

 

I twist Kelly over backboard, ready to puish the Caddy on the curb 

And smack dudes, I'm wit O.G. cars, flip Oz's huh? 

Don't sleep huh, I'm tryin' to eat huh 

Real to the heart, you real? 

We can start a lil' somethin' togetha, start frontin' togetha 

Get this money right, muthafuck, hater niggaz 

Shots to them traitor niggaz and fake niggaz 

Yo, muthafuckaz 

 

If you got money, everybody wants some 

If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some 

Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some 

When a nigga get right, everybody wants some 

If you got money, everybody wants some 

If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some 

Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some 

When a nigga get right, everybody wants some 

 

Yo dead or alive, I'm forced to put the metal to guyz 

Raise my right under oath, I ain't tellin' no lies 

I'm wanted alive, last nigga try to survive 

Blast niggaz, you can ask niggaz how to get by 

Stay rollin' alive, brand chocolates huh 

Gunz so big, by time you see the spark, you die 

Niggaz ordered a spy, won't stop till we all in the sky 

Or get caught bustin' down the pie 

 

Crack a bottle for niggaz who ain't here or doin' time 

In the box, gettin' stops, burnt blocks for dimes 

All my niggaz sittin', tented wit 9mm's 

Been doin' or still in it wit crimes, fuck the innocent kind 

I ain't repentin' till I die, gettin' head is my aliby 

I wasn't there when niggaz blazed and that coward died 

I'll make a stiff make you niggaz raise up, blaze up 

Yo last days is up 

 

If you got money, everybody wants some 

If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some 

Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some 

When a nigga get right, everybody wants some 

If you got money, everybody wants some 

If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some 

Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some 

When a nigga get right, everybody wants some 

 

If you got money, everybody wants some 

If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some 

Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some 

When a nigga get right, everybody wants some 

Muthafuckaz 

 

Faggot ass niggaz always want some when 

A nigga get some, get yo own you bastardz 

My clique gon forever shine for nine-nine 

Past three like the year, want it? 

Get it nigga 

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