Live Life 2 Tha Fullest Lyrics - Singles - Memphis Bleek

[Memphis Bleek] 

For this 98 shit, you rap cats better lay shit 

'cause Bleek's gonna lay shit 

You heard me? Holla back 

So what ya know about a four ga six, 

and a Cuban with a diamond cut chips 

And a whole lotta chicks in this world gonna strip with me 

Get your money right nigga 

I'm tryin to be worth 6 Million like Steve Austin 

Drive thru my PJ's flossin, like what? Bionic 

You see me blowin chronic 

In charge with San Diego, burn like Wako 

Leggo on my shots like Eggo 

Or Lee Hungry Oswald, three miles far 

Picture main man open the car 

Sware to god, you get hit hard, 

you violate my squad on the job 

Know me, the Ogee on my mic I make about 20 G a week 

In these streets tryin to eat 

Chorus: repeat 2X 

We need to live life 2 tha fullest 

See you never know when you perform 

Dead on, so that I'm napalm 

Makin sure ya remember my name, Bleek 

Stayin on top of my fame, on top of my game 

[Memphis Bleek] 

Aiyo the streets got a nigga turned out, say word 

But the gat got a nigga bustin back, so what? 

It's the ghetto, we all the killas walkin the light 

I think the ceiling the dark 

I'mma bring it to the light 

The police never liked us, now they hired bikers 

In TNT tryin to shut down the CNB 

Cartel, tryin to stack mail and prevail 

To cop a 300 XL, yo you niggas know Memph for gettin dough 

Fuckin these hoes, nuttin flow, erate my foes 

All lies on my arm piece or the chain becardian 

Absolute, throwin shit in the game 

I'm tryin to snatch cream, and slide very often 

Hate had me stressed so I got rid of that shit like abortion 

And ain't afraid to leave you niggas in the coffin 

So often, you gonna see my click flossin 

Iced up, nigga price what, act up 

And we gon strap up what, you say what you want 

But I already, you can flow with Between Friends and the Roc 

Chorus 2X 

[Memphis Bleek] 

I'm like 4-5-6, when I spit this trips 

Haters loosin they bricks, Memph Bleek injure shit 

If you asbetic, you gon gas like asmetics 

Try to end it, I'm gone set it, inject it 

Like diabetics with styles, I perfect it 

Broke down mics from adverseries I collect it 

The reassembelem, i'm like the Marcy Project emblem 

Put me on your chain and rock me 

If I was you glock, cock me 

Put it work, then back me 

From under your hockey shirt, and go bizerk 

No what's wit-urse, put the 400 on re-wit-urse 

Let the shots dispurse, when I hit em it hurts 

If you ask me, niggas styles is trashy 

Cops wanna harass me, 'cause minds classy 

I got the form with the chips, caught chicks in Memphis 

I'm Memphis, ya don't know me, but I'm in this 

Chorus 2X