Just Blaze, Bleek & Free Lyrics - Memphis Bleek

Hey, yo uru, this Just Blaze, Bleek and Free right? 

So I could get a hook or verse or sumthin'? 

(Get outta here!) 

Stick to makin' beats, I stick to yo' moms, nigga 

Just blaze 

Roll up a L, pour glass in that arm-e 

Young E's had game since the days of Atari 

Since the youth, I used to shoot her right back to the path 

My day, goin' hard, mack the back of the cab 

Did it all, little robbery, back cart of the G-train 

Hood became a part of me, got a hell of a street game 

Niggas don't want no part of me, bitches they 

Wanna roll up, roll out, sit in the Ferrari 

Breeze through Marcy 

They know I'm gangsta in every way, what 

I keep it gangsta, tech on me everyday, but 

P-Game, how I lean to hit it, don't act right 

I got to leave these bitches you know 

I chase bread dog, I'm after the spread dog 

The least you could do is give a nigga a lil' head, dog 

Parked by Marcy, this two door Ferrari 

Can't believe Mami deny me poonani 

But I guess she don't listen to rap 

So I'mma slut her like a ghost 

In the hole, missing the track 

And I'm a P, I, M, P, fo' sho rap 

R,O,C N,Y,C, for short 

F, R, two e's slide through deliver more 

R, O, C, P,H,I, for short, por favor 

I twist backwards swerve in the jeep 

Cheek deep, pick up the chicks 

Chicks lookin' for Bleek 

Bleek sleep, makin' me sick won't answer the phone 

Motorola, two way, you may answer to Freeway 

I think it's him pagin' me now, I hear the back strap 

Where you at? Got a room full of freaks 

And they tryin' to get right, I could smut 'em all night 

And get them chickens outta sight 

Pass them hoes, then mack 'em 

G to K, Freeway known for movin' the yay 

I could get 'em from point A to point G 

Here's the deal, I stuff 'em in the wheel 

For the right amount of bills, I bring 'em where you stay 

Y'all hate Freeway, scared when you see the Freeway 

But you wanna kill Freeway, your girl ride the Freeway 

Everyday, up and down, back and forth 

In and out, know every route 

Where my bitches who stack niggas? 

Fuck wit a nigga like Memphis who gettin' that paper 

But'll light you up with the jigga man 

Where my bitches at? Where my bitches at? 

Where my real bitches at? C'mon 

And all my niggas who took llamas, murda, murda 

Heard of a nigga named Freeway, from Philly to the 'Linas 

Where my niggas at? Where my niggas at? 

Where my real niggas at c'mon 

All day I be smokin', we all my niggas who tokin' 

We hit the block with the potent 

Give 'em a week and they blow it 

You know and you know 

There's some ofa's sittin' low and my dogs 

Know who all of us are, we sit low in them cars 

Ain't no bitches wanna roll, they say I'm doin' my thing 

See it's blue in the chain, I was changin' my jeans but 

Li'l Mami is you rollin'or what? You fucka, you suck 

For real I'm tryin'a see what's up with you 

Introduce you to the pimp and the playas 

It's no playin' 'cuz I'm a gangsta 

I don't fuck with them hatas and basic 

Hatin' is the part I ain't feelin' 

Hoe's wanna fuck, 'cuz there's shit that I'm willin' 

Once they see it, I just fuck up they head 

And when I bang out in the hood, I just fuck up my bread 

Instead of lead, I save it when I see you face to face 

Right now, I'm fucking wit hoes, they don't gimme face shit 

Where my bitches who stack niggas? 

Fuck wit a nigga like Memphis who gettin' that paper 

But'll light you up with the jigga man 

Where my bitches at? Where my bitches at? 

Where my real bitches at? C'mon 

And all my niggas who took llamas, murda, murda 

Heard of a nigga named Freeway, from Philly to the 'Linas 

Where my niggas at? Where my niggas at? 

Where my real niggas at c'mon 

Just Blaze 

Just Blaze