(Verse 1-Memphis Bleek]
Yeah, I come from bottom to the top
I seen a lotta ^!$$%z fall

Top to bottom, cause they flows wasnt hot
Them ^!$$%z 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, ^!$$%z givin free hits and
You ^!$$%z 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 $#&@ed up, the back to sellin ^!$$%z 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 drugs? Album ain't sell %#@!


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You heard the title ^!$$%, 5-3-4

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(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 (*##$es
Their ain't no heaven for a G, so the hell with it
My life is deep, mother$#&@ers please delve in it

Started with promo, no homo, movin 12 inches
Pimp the game, comin to age at 12, (*##$es
(Thats when I had well-wishes)

^!$$%z call me prince of the city
Next in line, call me king of new-yitty, pity
How the same ^!$$%z that bailed wit me, bailed on me

Took to many pulls of the L on me
Drank up all kool-aid, left glasses in my kitchen
Food for thought, my ^!$$% you do the dishes


(Scratched)
You heard the game and the name

You heard the title ^!$$%z, 5-3-4

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