文本歌词

Intro - Hand It Down - Jay-Z/Memphis Bleek
Written by：DJ Premier/JAY-Z/Malik Cox
Nah this ain't jigga it's your lil' ***** bleek
Reportin' to these motherf**kers 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 *****z told me park the car keep the keys
Find a hoodrat and creep to mickey d's
First gun two bullets *****z know I do pull it
*****z tryin' to kill me dog who wouldn't
Screw gooden I pitch in the pj's
Lit off the ej I split dutchies with my ring finger
You find a ***** that don't be cream bring her
Last seen with bing he got dropped between us
**** 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 sundown to sunup on y'all
Mama said keep bull****tin' they'll kill you dead
One week of this hustlin' brought a livin' room set
Went to tom d's *****z mad veins out
Copped the jordans two weeks before they came out
Flashy fly little *****
Nosy ***** from the third floor like why little *****
***** please twist the trees took a long pull like ***** 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