Just Blaze, Bleek & Free (Album Version|Explicit)

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 n***a

Memphis bleek

Just blaze

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

N***as don't want no part of me b***hes they wana 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 hit it don't act right

I got to leave these b***hes you know

I chase bread dog I'm after the spread dog

The least you could do is give a n***a 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

Missing the track huh

And I'm a p I m p fo' sho rap roc nyc for short

F r two e's slide through deliver more what

Roc phi for short por favor

I twist backwards swereve 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

And they tryin' to get right

I could smut 'em all night and get them chickens outta sight

Pass them h*es then mack 'em

G to k freeway known for movin the yay

Here's the deal I stuff 'em in the wheel

For the right amount of billsm 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 and down back and forth

In &out know every rout

Where my b***hes who stack n***as

F**k wit a n***a like memphis who gettin that paper

But'll light you up with the jigga man

Where my b***hes at where my b***hes at where my real b***hes at cmon

And all my n***as who took llamas murda murda

Heard of a n***a named freeway from philly to the 'linas

Where my n***as at where my n***as at where my real n***as at cmon

All day I be smokin we all my n***as who tokin

We hit the block with the potent give 'em a week and they blow it

You know and you know there's some ofa's sittin low and my dogs

Know who all of us are we sit low in the cars

Ain't no b***hes wanna roll they say I'm doin my thing

See its blue in the chain I was changin my jeans but

Lil mami is you rollin you what you f**ka you suck

For real I'm tryin'a see whats up wit you

Introduce you to the pimp and the playas

Ain't no playin cuz I'm a gangsta I don't f**k with them hatas

And basic hatin is the part I ain't feelin

Ho's wanna f**k cuz there's s**t that I'm willin

Once they see it I just f**k up they head

And when I bang out in the hood I just f**k up my bread

Instead of lead I save it when I see you face to face

Right now I'm f**king wit h*es they don't gimme face s**t