Memphis Bleek - Live Life 2 Tha Fullest Lyrics
[memphis bleek]For this 98 shit, you rap cats better lay shitCuz bleeks gonna lay shitYou heard me? holla backSo what ya know about a four ga six,And a cuban with a diamond cut chipsAnd a whole lotta chicks in this world gonna strip with meGet your money right niggaIm tryin to be worth 6 million like steve austinDrive thru my pjs flossin, like what? bionicYou see me blowin chronicIn charge with san diego, burn like wakoLeggo on my shots like eggoOr lee hungry oswald, three miles farPicture main man open the carSware to god, you get hit hard,You violate my squad on the jobKnow me, the ogee on my mic I make about 20 g a weekIn these streets tryin to eatChorus: repeat 2xWe need to live life 2 tha fullestSee you never know when you performDead on, so that Im napalmMakin sure ya remember my name, bleekStayin on top of my fame, on top of my game[memphis bleek]Aiyo the streets got a nigga turned out, say wordBut the gat got a nigga bustin back, so what?Its the ghetto, we all the killas walkin the lightI think the ceiling the darkImma bring it to the lightThe police never liked us, now they hired bikersIn tnt tryin to shut down the cnbCartel, tryin to stack mail and prevailTo cop a 300 xl, yo you niggas know memph for gettin dough*****in these hoes, nuttin flow, erate my foesAll lies on my arm piece or the chain becardianAbsolute, throwin shit in the gameIm tryin to snatch cream, and slide very oftenHate had me stressed so I got rid of that shit like abortionAnd aint afraid to leave you niggas in the coffinSo often, you gonna see my click flossinIced up, nigga price what, act upAnd we gon strap up what, you say what you wantBut I already, you can flow with between friends and the rocChorus 2x[memphis bleek]Im like 4-5-6, when I spit this tripsHaters loosin they bricks, memph bleek injure shitIf you asbetic, you gon gas like asmeticsTry to end it, Im gone set it, inject itLike diabetics with styles, I perfect itBroke down mics from adverseries I collect itThe reassembelem, Im like the marcy project emblemPut me on your chain and rock meIf I was you glock, ***** mePut it work, then back meFrom under your hockey shirt, and go bizerkNo whats wit-urse, put the 400 on re-wit-urseLet the shots dispurse, when I hit em it hurtsIf you ask me, niggas styles is trashyCops wanna harass me, cuz minds classyI got the form with the chips, caught chicks in memphisIm memphis, ya dont know me, but Im in thisChorus 2x
