Everybody - Memphis Bleek

What they want god?

Niggaz know the deal here

It’s real… yea

I was told «get money», stack what I can

Born In the Vile, a nigga never ran

Seen niggaz get cut, shot, stabbed up and kidnapped

Ran over, double crossed, killed for a stack of green one’s

Now I live life, do or die, Marcy, son, evrybody trying to survive

Maintain yo strip, cokaine this shit

We ain’t leavin till we drain this shit

Playin this shit, street life, but most of y’all hate Bleek right?

I’m supposed to keep heat right?

So you can haul the heat right, who really give a fuck though

I grew up amongst cut-throats, nigga, we all want dough

It’s a all out thing, drugz produce cream, gunz produce human beingz

Nigga what you think?

I got one, stop one, Naw

Drop one, can’t stop one, I’m here till the copz come

If you got money, everybody wants some

If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some

Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some

When a nigga get right, everybody wants some

If you got money, everybody wants some

If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some

Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some

When a nigga get right, everybody wants some

By my area code, you know I’m able to roll

I’m a Brook-Nam nigga, we lock and load

Dodge y’all, my hungry niggaz spot y’all

Ready to bury niggaz wit 50 shots y’all

You hot god

Stop y’all, from poppin y’all lil nickels to morocan zones

I’m making somebody cripple

The strip’s the issue and my dogz will siC you

While yo body bag flow, the body bag’s full

I twist Kelly over backboard, ready to puish the Caddy on the curb

And smack dudes, I’m wit O. G cars, flip Oz’s huh?

Don’t sleep huh

I’m tryin to eat huh

Real to the heart, you real?

We can start a lil somethin togetha, start frontin togetha

Get this money right, muthafuck, hater niggaz

Shots to them traitor niggaz, and fake niggaz

Yo, muthafuckazz…

If you got money, everybody wants some

If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some

Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some

When a nigga get right, everybody wants some

If you got money, everybody wants some

If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some

Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some

When a nigga get right, everybody wants some

Yo Dead or alive

I’m forced to put the metal to guyz

Raise my right under oath, I ain’t tellin no lies

I’m wanted alive, last nigga try to survive

Blast niggaz, you can ask niggaz how to get by Stay rollin alive, brand choclates huh

Gunz so big, by time you see the spark, you die

Niggaz ordered a spy, won’t stop till we all in the sky

Or get caught bustin down the pie

Crack a bottle for niggaz who ain’t here or doin time

In the box, gettin stops, burnt blocks for dimes

All my niggaz sittin, tented wit .9mm's

Been doin or still in it wit crimes, Fuck the innocent kind

I ain’t repentin till I die, gettin head is my aliby

I wasn’t there when niggaz blazed and that coward died

I’ll make a stiff make you niggaz raise up, blaze up Yo last days is up, Mufuckazzz…

If you got money, everybody wants some

If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some

Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some

When a nigga get right, everybody wants some

If you got money, everybody wants some

If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some

Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some

When a nigga get right, everybody wants some

If you got money, everybody wants some

If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some

Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some

When a nigga get right, everybody wants some

Muthafuckaz…

Faggot ass niggaz always want some when

A nigga get some Get yo own u bastardz

My clique gon forever shine for Nine-Nine

Past three like the year, want it?

Get it nigga…