MEMPHIS BLEEK "HOOD MUZIK" Lyrics

Memphis Bleek Hood Muzik Lyrics:

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Cheah
Know what this shit sound like right niggas?
That old gun out music in the hood right?
You hear it nigga, don't be scared nigga
My niggas is wit' me, we focused man, yeah
Get low in the building, y'know, nigga
Let's do it, c'mon, yo

It's gettin' hot so the shorts is on
Gotta tote the snub it's too warm for the long, nigga
You could pass me to baby's zoo
One shot'll turn a nigga face into baby food, blah

Get it clear, now why they lookin' for Saddam
Weapons of mass destruction is here
I got a few in my hood
In case a nigga ever get the feelin' and he think that he could

Or would, pull sket on me
I could show you first hand what's a felony
And a hobby and the process of gettin' money is nothing
I'm not Sosa, but the dogs is coming

This is not not, no, no, motherfucking game
Entertain you motherfuckers is not why I came
It's R.O.C. and M.O.P.
I wipe floors wit' little niggas for fuckin' wit' my team

My nigga think so god that ounce and mo ice and the nicest MC
But yo big, tell god I said naah, 'cuz he throw like a bitch
When he threw it he missed, the niceset MCs is right here
Why the fuck you throw it over there

The whole rap game turned into a 2-Pac-a-don
Gangsta boy boppin', with his nuts and cock in your palm
Playa pass the baton, got a few jack tools and bullet scars
Now you got your 2-Pac costume on

First of all, y'all niggas gon' need more songs
This M.O.P. nigga we put it down
Motherfuckers trying to figure me out
Wanna see what a nigga be 'bout

But if I told ya, I predicted the death of my oldest brother was last
And the death of my mother you'd probably think I'm crazy as fuck
Rumor has it that I'm half past the seventh hour
Naw nigga, I'm a quarter to eight, M.O.P.

Now let me clear this up for you youngun, Bill still comin'
The Ville still gunnnin'
Runnin' I come from the Browns where niggas don't play fair
It's no love lost 'cuz it was never none there

Put me in a position to blast
I'll pop you and drop you, where they be fishin' for bass
So once you ramblin', take you, drape you and break you
To small pieces and FedEx your fingers to one of your nieces

We hold fort, we don't give a fuck about you
Ask them bouncers we'll stomp the shit out you
Bill's, not concerned wit' a turn and it's the shine
'Cuz every step along the line I'ma take mine, nigga

In '87, I started my career
I'll jump back and get it goin' this year
I live my life, in crime time bitch
And that's about the size of it

	Hood Muzik lyrics, Memphis Bleek related songs
	1. Memphis bleek → 1, 2, y'all 2. Lil' jon & the eastside boyz → Heads off (my niggas) 3. Lil' jon & the east side boyz → Heads off (my niggas) 4. Dmx → Where the hood at 5. Amil → Ya'll dead wrong 6. The game → I got a million on it 7. M.o.p. → Guns n roses 8. T.i. → Grand royal 9. Lil' jon & the east side boyz → Knockin' heads off 10. Tear da club up thugs → Hypnotize cash money 11. Lil' jon & the eastside boyz → Knockin' heads off 12. Ruff ryders → Wwiii - featuring yung wun, snoop dogg, scarface and jadakiss 13. Coolio → Mama, i'm in love wit a gangsta 14. Dre dog → Situation critical 15. Snoop dogg → Down 4 my niggas 16. Damu ridas → C-k free style 17. C-murder → Down for my n's 18. Dmx → School street 19. Dmx → I run shit 20. Lil' flip → Represent