Memphis Bleek - Change Up lyrics

rate me

You bout to witness somethin like no other

The sky gon' get dark, streets gon' clutter

Weak-ass niggaz out there gon' suffer

Vets gon' quit, it's gettin hectic (uhh)

The shit got deep - right about the time

when the year skipped a beat, that's when my shit hit the street

Shit gon' shake up, squads gon' break up

Coats gon' get pulled, niggaz gon' wake up

Everybody want see a chance to eat

and chance the streets, you know they gon' 'vance police

Like the time they shackled me from hands to feet

cause I gave the jail system, a chance to speak

You know the cops wanna trap me up, the block wanna clap me up

It won't stop 'til they wrap me up (E'rything signed and sealed nigga)

Gat be tucked, heat gon' back me up

R.O.C. - Bleek come on nigga, back me up

Yeah.. yo..

Aiyyo Memph the young God, boss of this game

Got my part locked, I does my thang

Don't mistake me, I tote them thangs

Glock fo' pop off, knocks off thangs

Whole squad here, you know my click

Petit nice thing, you know my bitch

Wide body truck, you know my whip

Cop that rock that pop that shit

y'all niggaz, talk about, ain't really got

Me, I think dog, you not really hot

The hood I be, I stay in the drop

My hood, yo' hood, I'll lock any block

East to West Coast, Chi-Town baby

I come through, it's my town baby

A.T.L., I yell "Whattup my baby?"

Hit that, get that, bye bye baby!

Uh-huh uhh..

Guess who? Young Hov'

Bout to tear this motherfucker DOWN!

Holla at me! It goes.. uhh

Jigga Man huh, it goes..

Nah! Y'all niggaz ain't gon' have me rappin on the bullshit man

I.. I need some real music

So when we count to three and shit

Ya gonna drop some real shit

One, two, three - let's go!