Various Artists - Live Life 2 Tha Fullest lyrics

[Memphis Bleek] For this 98 sh**, you rap cats better lay sh** Cuz Bleek's gonna lay sh** You heard me? Holla back So what ya know about a four ga six And a Cuban with a diamond cut chips And a whole lotta chicks in this world gonna strip with me Get your money right n***a I'm tryin to be worth 6 Million like Steve Austin Drive thru my PJ's flossin, like what? Bionic You see me blowin chronic In charge with San Diego, burn like Wako Leggo on my shots like Eggo Or Lee Hungry Oswald, three miles far Picture main man open the car Sware to god, you get hit hard You violate my squad on the job Know me, the Ogee on my mic I make about 20 G a week In these streets tryin to eat Chorus: repeat 2X We need to live life 2 tha fullest See you never know when you perform Dead on, so that I'm napalm Makin sure ya remember my name, Bleek Stayin on top of my fame, on top of my game [Memphis Bleek] Aiyo the streets got a n***a turned out, say word But the gat got a n***a bustin back, so what? It's the ghetto, we all the k**as walkin the light I think the ceiling the dark I'mma bring it to the light The police never liked us, now they hired bikers In TNT tryin to shut down the CNB Cartel, tryin to stack mail and prevail To cop a 300 XL, yo you n***as know Memph for gettin dough f**in these hoes, nuttin flow, erate my foes All lies on my arm piece or the chain becardian Absolute, throwin sh** in the game I'm tryin to snatch cream, and slide very often Hate had me stressed so I got rid of that sh** like abortion And ain't afraid to leave you n***as in the coffin So often, you gonna see my click flossin Iced up, n***a price what, act up And we gon strap up what, you say what you want But I already, you can flow with Between Friends and the Roc Chorus 2X [Memphis Bleek] I'm like 4-5-6, when I spit this trips Haters loosin they bricks, Memph Bleek injure sh** If you asbetic, you gon gas like asmetics Try to end it, I'm gone set it, inject it Like diabetics with styles, I perfect it Broke down mics from adverseries I collect it The rea**embelem, i'm like the Marcy Project emblem Put me on your chain and rock me If I was you Glock, co*k me Put it work, then back me From under your hockey shirt, and go bizerk No what's wit-urse, put the 400 on re-wit-urse Let the shots dispurse, when I hit em it hurts If you ask me, n***as styles is trashy Cops wanna hara** me, cuz minds cla**y I got the form with the chips, caught chicks in Memphis I'm Memphis, ya don't know me, but I'm in this Chorus 2X