MEMPHIS BLEEK - Just Blaze, Bleek & Free [Feat. Freeway] Lyrics

Hey yo, Guru, this 'Just Blaze, Bleek & Free', right?
So I could get a hook or verse or sumthin'?
Get that outta here, stick to makin' beats
I stick to yo' moms, nigga, just blaze

Just roll up a L, pour glass in that Arme
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, yup

They know I'm gangsta in every way, yup
I keep it gangsta, tech on me everyday
But P Game, how I lean to fit it because mami 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'ma slut her like a ghost in the hole, missin' the track, huh?
An' I'm a P I M P, fo' sho
Rep ROC, N Y C for short

F R, two Es slide through, deliver more, what?
ROC, 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

An' they tryin' to get right, we could smut 'em all night
An' get them chickens outta sight, pass them hoes, then mack it
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 an' down, Back an' forth, in an' 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

An' 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 an' they blow it
You know an' you know, there's some ofa's sittin' low
An' my dogs know who all of us are, we sit low in the 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 lil' mami, is you rollin' or what? You fucka, you suck
For real, I'm tryna see what's up wit you

Introduce you to the pimp an' the playas
It's no playin' 'coz I'm a gangsta, I don't fuck with them hatas
An' basic hatin' is the part I ain't feelin'
Hoes wanna fuck 'coz there's shit that I'm willin'

Once they see it, I just fuck up they head
An' 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 fuckin' 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

An' 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