Memphis Bleek - We Are lyrics

[Funkmaster Flex, Memphis Bleek, Geda K] Just blazin' this b**h up, holla (Proud, that's my word) Funk motherf**in' Flex (hey, yo k**a n***a) [Memphis Bleek & (Geda K)] Hey yo, I'm back up in this b**h like, Memph Bleek Same ambition, new strategy I got the law after me cause I'm movin' them packs But I won't stop like half a black (And it's young Geda K, young adolescent) (Spit sick, leave the game with infection) (Tote the weapon, n***a don't front) sh**, act pump to gut like C-section Cause M-Easy keep the steam low Don't never ever think you can press the team yo (Or G-E-D-A, young Parantino) (Shots come fast and hot like jalapeno) And dude know I'm in extra money And when that gun exposed (We take extra money) So don't ever think you can play the guard again When them shots hit (Melt cha' face like margarine) So go ahead (You lil' flap jack rappers) (Keep runnin' ya mouth) I let the mack blah at cha' M-E-M huh (Geda K now) You know the name get low or get layed down [Hook: Memphis Bleek & (Geda K)] We are the supreme squad, you could dream hard But reality is we push the dream cars, f** the queen broads Puff the green raw, we as real as it gets big up (We are the supreme squad, you could dream hard) (But reality is Brooklyn with king all, d** and schemes are) (Shots up in y'all, we as real as it gets n***a) [Memphis Bleek & (Geda K)] (Don't slip) Uh huh I tote clips (Act twisted, twist it backwards ba*tard) Gadget closed and I spit so relaxed (I got the Craftmatic flows) That's for sho' (b**h, who you know like Geda) (Benz two-seater, ride low with two heaters) sh** quick to clap ya, quicker to get at cha' Watch ya kids, my n***as will nap ya (Clap ya, so respect the demandment) (Or them inner text, forty-two commandments) n***a, dance with that You see the RW on everything from the pants to the hat (Foolish, tryin' to call me a liar) (See me in big chains and a turned over visor) Yeah, shirt to match, work with that b**h gots weed, I can twerk with that And I (Gets chains), and I (Get brains) And I (Sit sick in a 4.6 Range) And we (Get low)), and we (Get dough) And we (Tote these) so now the streets know [Hook] [Memphis Bleek & (Geda K)] And I (Gets chains), and I (Get brains) And I (Sit sick in a 4.6 Range) And we (Get low)), and we (Get dough) And we (Tote these) so now the streets know [Funkmaster Flex] Yeah, yeah it's goin' down Violator 2 sh**, Funk Flex, Franchise Shouts to Memph Bleek Geda K tote these, ya know Call the faculty, exactly Shouts to the big dog pit bulls We up outta here, go to the next sh**, it's over