Testo Everybody - Memphis Bleek
Testo della canzone Everybody (Memphis Bleek), tratta dall'album Coming Of Age
I was told get money, stack what I can
Born in the ville, a nigga never ran
See niggas 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, everybody tryin to survive
Maintain the strip, cocaine and shit
We ain't leavin til we drain the shit, plain as shit
Street life, but most of y'all hate Bleek right
I'm supposed to keep heat right, so you can call it 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, drugs produce cream
Guns produce human beings, nigga what you think?
I got one, stop one, drop one
Can't stop one, I'm here til the cops come
X2
If you got money, everybody wants some
If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some
Your 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 Brooknam nigga, we lock and load
Dot y'all, my hungry niggas spot y'all
Ready to bury niggas and fifty shot y'all
(You hot God?) Stop y'all, from pumpin y'all lil nickels
If a rock get sold, I'm makin somebody cripple
The strip's the issue, and my doggs'll stick you
For your body bag dope, they body cats slow
I twist Cali herb and backwoods
Ready to push the Caddy on the curb and smack dudes
I whip O.G. cars, flip O-Z's pa
Don't sleep pa, I'm tryin to eat pa
Real to the heart, you real? We can start
A little somethin together, start frontin together
Get this money right, motherfuck hater niggas
Shots to them traitor niggas, and fake niggas
Motherfucker
X2
Dead or alive, I'm forced to put the metal to guys
Raise my right under oath, I ain't tellin no lies
I'm wanted alive, last nigga tryin to survive
Blast niggas, you can ask niggas how to get by
Stay rollin the lye, brand chocolate Thai
Guns so big, by time you see the spark you die
Niggas fall in the sty, won't stop til we all in the sky
I'm gettin caught bustin down the pie
Crack a bottle for niggas who ain't here, or doin time
In the box gettin stopped, burnt blocks for dimes
All my niggas sittin ten in with nines
Been through it or still in it with crime, fuck the innocent kind
I ain't repentin til I die, gettin head is my alibi
I wasn't there when niggas blazed and that coward died
I make the fifth make you niggas raise up
Blaze up, your last days is up
Motherfucker
X4
Faggot-ass niggas always want somethin when a nigga get somethin
Get your own you bastard
My clique gon' forever shine, for nine-nine
Pack three like the year
You want it? Feel it nigga
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Writer(s): Malik Cox, Sidney Brown
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