Memphis Bleek - 534 lyrics

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Memphis Bleek - 534 lyrics

[Verse 1-Memphis Bleek] Yeah, I come from bottom to the top I seen a lotta n***az fall Top to bottom, cause they flows wasnt hot Them n***az swore they was chillin, Reality they not Thats why I'm in the spot, Treat the ?? like the pot I'm strappin up that product, get my strip back in order Hit records, its like a brick, 16s is like a quarter/quota Thats why I'm tryna flip it, this time i'ma do it different Mixtapes is like a fiend, n***az givin free hits and You n***az let'm sample it, Neva give'm the work Now this tape better then your album sales, lookin hurt I'm tryna take it back in the day, when it was 20 time Industry is f**ed up, the back to sellin n***az dimes Singles is nickles, lotta albums done flopped Lotta labels done dropped, you was signed, now you not Thats why I neva play wit the position I'm held wit Who lie about sellin d**? Album ain't sell sh** [Scratched] You heard the title n***a, 5-3-4 (Cant hear the rest) [Verse 2-Memphis Bleek] I'm bout to have this thing on lock, you can't tell me different I got the soft n hard top, you could tell I'm livin I got that gat on my lap, just don't tell the snitches They got they tail between they legs, you could tell they b**hes Their ain't no heaven for a G, so the hell with it My life is deep, motherf**ers please delve in it Started with promo, no h*mo, movin 12 inches Pimp the game, comin to age at 12, b**hes (Thats when I had well-wishes) n***az call me prince of the city Next in line, call me king of new-yitty, pity How the same n***az that bailed wit me, bailed on me Took to many pulls of the L on me Drank up all kool-aid, left gla**es in my kitchen Food for thought, my n***a you do the dishes [Scratched] You heard the game and the name You heard the title n***az, 5-3-4 ...............