Memphis Bleek

Memphis Bleek - Roc-A-Fella Get Low Respect It lyrics

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Ayo Roc-A-Fella Records runnin the streets wreckless

Get Low the future you gotta respect it

The hood's still in back of me, guns still beside of me

Still for the street, hoes they wanna ride wit me

Big print like I just hit lottery

Like y'all can't see a nigga straight from poverty

We ghetto, we're gutter, where you don't come around

Some dudes make records and say they underground, BUT

I choose not to go that far cuz I was born there pa

I don't gotta write bars you niggaz see my scars

And you know my story

I'm more for the war I'm bout guts & glory

Them other dudes front for y'all I can't do it

I don't gotta sell my soul to sell music

I put the beat on, Murder'll roll the weed up

Put it on the street one week, watch it heat up

Heavy rotation rockin on Hot 9

You niggaz get your money right cuz I got mine

And it's Roc-A-Fella Records runnin the streets wreckless

Get Low the future you gotta respect it

I been in it since 9-6 before I could drive whips

To focus on gettin' paid before "Coming Of Age"

Niggaz they understand the boy done became a man

Loyal to all my peeps that's why I did for the fam

Who the FUCK, WANT, WHAT

None of you niggaz I'm right back cuz I aint done wit the bidniss

Them niggaz owe me a check, niggaz owe me respect

I give you that good game I told you I been M.A.D.E.

And it's Roc-A-Fella Records runnin the streets wreckless

Get Low the future you gotta respect it

And I'm from the M to the A to the R-C-Y/why

So many niggaz be hatin' they don't want me to ride

But, you see Bleek just livin' his life

Instead you wanna see a nigga throwin' that iron

Well, so be it

It's many dudes in the team that ain't family now

And y'all see it

Dynasty though, it remain the same

So every time you throw it up you know who changed the game homie

The ROC army; Get Low and State Property

Caked up in real estate and never played Monopoly

But why them niggaz wanna act all aggy

Cuz of the bigger plate and I got more baggies?

But shit where's the love

I could tell you it ain't nuttin over here but new guns & slugs

And it's all about the butter, you ain't listen baby boy?

That the ROC'll never lose we just kill & destroy

And it's Roc-A-Fella Records runnin the streets wreckless

Get Low the future you gotta respect it

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