[Memphis Bleek]
  Get your ones, get your guns
  Muthafucker it's on
  New millenium, and what?
  Bleek re-born
  All the haters eat a dick
  Who I'm riding with bitch
  You know the game and the name
  I ain't change for shit
  I toke cuatro cinco, when uno says
  Keep uno in the head, you wouldn't fuck with this
  My guns German, bullets burning
  Where them bricks I'm searching
  I need the money urgent
  And I'm rushing, you slowing me down, ain't no holding me now
  I'm out the gate, on the throne and I'm holding it down
  All my niggas on the run, you's to eat for a reason
  Fuck around and holla wrong, me and NORE come in squeezing
  And these streets is mine, M-E-M-P-H, I got style
  I make it look good being wild
  With da game I got, anything I got
  I hate everything in site, whether aiming or not
    [Hook (X2)]
  [Noreaga]
  Yo, what you niggas wanna hate for?
  Why you niggas all running outta state for?
  You ain't thugs and you niggas can't take for
  Now you snitchin' why y'all wanna turn states for, ha?
    [Noreaga]
  What, what, I do this shit for the streets
  Just left Iraq, bout to meet with Bleek
  Aiyo, and we both got weed in tons
  When me and MemphMan, smoke the call us lazer lungs!
  Thugged Out, Roc-a-Fella, big bank acounts
  On the sky-tel with big type, and bring the ounce
  Clip on niggas, niggas just be seeing me cussing
  How you dig up with my style, the way I be rushing
  Just to style you head in
  You drove to a dead end
  So what you gon' do now, once I but lead in
  I say what, what, now y'all say what, what
  I say, that I'm a thug, now y'all wanna be thugs
  And I admit that I'ma hustler just hustling drugs
  Yet I do this shit because crime pays
  I'lI rock a cescear and doo rag
  And I don't got waves
  (don't got waves, don't got waves, don't got waves)
    [Hook (X2)]
    [Memphis Bleek]
  Yo,yo,yo, niggas wanna turn states
  Just hand me the eight
  Have a crib in Iraq, for the Memph escape
  Where the D's won't find me
  Trees is lime green
  Hoes give head just to ride and watch springs
  Niggas gon' hate, 'cause we trying to get rich
  My steak got A1, I can taste the chips
  Give them facial hits, from the chrome thou flip
  With the serious scratch, get them pinacles back
  You can take some nigga, you wouldn't take some of these
  My bullets heat up and burn, nigga, feel my sting
  For the 9 double 9, these streets is Bleek
  All my niggas on the run just got to eat
    [Hook (X2)]