goodbye [Chorus x2] This ain't no game nigga I don't fuck around This ain't no game nigga, this ain't no game [???] Quick to freak like a maniac As
BM, uh huh This here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit The roll with Easy Rider and they ain't get blunted Had the whole projects workin for
: 8ball] M-E-M-P-H-I-S I'mma Rep This Here 'Till I Walk Up On Death My Demise Ain't Here Don't Hold Your Breath Cook Heat Over Beef So I'm Somethin'
, Birdman, Ace Hood, Fat Joe, Jadakiss, Bun B, Game & Waka Flocka Flame] [Talking: DJ Khaled & T-Pain] I'm foreal about this shit, this the remix (welcome
or it's heaven Get your chest layed out wit the FM 57 This ain't nothin to do with nobody But in the Yay, there ain't nuttin to do but catch bodies [
[NAS] (Intro) Uhh, still out in these motherfuckin projects Still a nigga ain't never gonna get the fuck up outta here Niggaz just don't understand the
and Pop was there, through the years our names would switch Ain't nuttin changed but the names Nastradamus and Blizz What project is this? QB, Vernon
gas to shoot you Even all of them Haitian niggaz won't believe this voodoo Can yo' pussy be chaka, don't let me speak in pat-ois and kick you in your
I'm Ghetto Fab, hungry Beastie Boy with (Brass Monkey) Humphey Bogartin' the whole country Chunky women love Doc (Projects) pump me like Pat My pimp game
get bout' a hustle mission Get up on loot run to beautician Run game until the game is gravy That don't mean spend cheese fa tha baby (Bwok bwok) on
don't know them hoes I don't fuck with them hoes I know this sucka from the suburbs Cool with this other motherfucker on the outskirts Tried to get Project Pat caught up in this
seem like I ain't strapped but it's in the holster 2-0-1 a revolvin' door or a roller coaster Gettin' most of the game from these motherfuckin' jail walls Hoes can't
already know that I'm the king with it And, you don't want to come behind me with it bro Ugh, I killed this shit, I ain't got to rhyme no more [Verse
ain't gone win a Grammy I sold a hundred thousand now I see why niggas can't stand me Why y'all haters still mad (I said I don't know why baby) 'Cause
the paper M E M P H I S I'mma rep this hurr 'til I walk up on death My demise ain't here, don't hold your breath Cook heat over beef so I'm somethin