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Correct Hand It Down (Intro) Lyrics
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Memphis Bleek
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Correct Hand It Down (Intro)
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Sorry boys but all the money in the world Couldn't bring me back again, lay down, lay down Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce Funeral Home on Marcy All those new n****s stop there But a lot later than a whole gang of people thought The last of the real hustlers, well, maybe not the last Bleek's gonna be a good rapper New improved Jay-Z, I quit, I'm retirin' Ain't enough money in this game to keep me around Sorry Big, I tried, honest Can't go with me on this ride though I'm callin' the shots, the bar's closing Where we going to for breakfast? Roc-a-Fella y'all Okay, I'm reloaded Bringin' the drama Tryin' to come up in the game Marcy had a couple of dollar signs to my name Roc-a-Fella y'all One of the best Waitin' for my day to come Just give me the word Nah, this ain't Jigga it's your lil' n**** Bleek Reportin' to these motherf***ers live from the street Game I peeped those, my mind so advanced At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter clothes Peep the steez, I represent for all those With twenty-eight grams, on a come-up tryin' to creep the keys Large n****s told me park the car, keep the keys Find a hood rat and creep to Mickey D's First gun two bullets, n****z know I do pull it N****s tryin' to kill me dog, who wouldn't? Screw Gooden, I pitch in the PJ's Lit off the E-J, I split Dutchies with my ring finger You find a b**** that don't be cream, bring her Last seen with Bing, he got dropped between us S*** is constant, that's why I pack the Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense who wants it I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my wall Man, I'm tryin' to come up on y'all Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in these streets From sun down to sun up on y'all Mama said, "Keep bulls***tin' they'll kill you dead" One week of this hustlin' brought a living room set Went to ? D's, n****s mad, veins out Copped the Jordan's, two weeks before they came out Flashy, fly little n**** Nosy b**** from the third floor like, "Why little n****?" B****, please twist the trees Took a long pull like b**** to breathe That's my answer, life's like cancer And I'm serious Waitin' for my day to come Just give me the word
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