Lyrics

[Intro] Geah, uh, you know what it is niggas Bleek (Yeah) Count that million over there P Cali, put that five hunnid thousand over there (That's right) You know what it is, [?], get all the guns, man (All them) It's time to go to war [?] get the soldiers, let's ride Murda, yes [Chorus] It's easy to see with R-O-C When it comes to the beef, no, we don't back down Anywhere I go both coast with toast, any state, any city, I hold that mac down Every OG you see around me hold a gun big enough to back Yao Ming down I was in the cut tryna do my thing here these niggas go again Mentioning Bleek now [Verse] You know I travel through the city with the fofo long (That's right) Find where you stay, send shots (Buck) through ya homе (Buck) And trust with JR I don't need my gun (No) I see you in the city guarantee you run And Cam you a bitch, you not no mystery (Nah) Been all through Harlem, you havе no history (Hell no) You used to play ball, never been through no ward, you just rap And now you even wacker than before (Word) And Jimmy is a bitch, (Uh-huh) never put in the work Just blooded his-self in 'cause he ain't wanna get hurt Know I used to sell crack, brought gats to school (That's right) You was momma's boy, she put you in catholic school (Hahaha) And now you a big shot, ballin' and what-not You dyin' to be Pac, huh? Take these 5 shots And Rell lil gerbil, you tryna be cute with me? (No) You not a ruger, you a tu-tu to me Hahahaha, is how I laugh at niggas (That's right) Sit back, count a million cash on niggas "Yo Dame I need there when I'm talkin' to Bleek Let him know it ain't no beef, I just want money B" That's Cam'ron punk ass talkin' out loud Sayin' he don't want it 'cause he know what I'm 'bout And the whole world got it on tape, you fake I know pink banger bunny in jail you get rape And me being robbed now that's some gossip (Who told?) Sayin' Roc-A-Fella shot you? That's a dry-snitch (Look) Say you independent, gettin' 8 dollars a pop (Uh-huh) Well if that's so why you niggas suing Koch? (Why?) JR just drop and he ain't sell (Nothing) Can't wait to see what ya'll do with butter knife Rell (Hahahahaha) And I been rich big thanks to Jay (Thanks Hov) If you hate, blame God 'cause he made it that way His design, my rhyme, Jay mastermind Your cake, your bank don't match with mine, motherfuckers [Memphis Bleek Talking] Yea, man, you know what it Ya'll niggas don't want no problem It's a [?] nigga (Yes) [Chorus] It's easy to see with R-O-C When it comes to the beef, no, we don't back down Anywhere I go both coast with toast, any state, any city, I hold that mac down Every OG you see around me hold a gun big enough to back Yao Ming down I was in the cut tryna do my thing here these niggas go again Mentioning Bleek now [Outro] Yea, man Ya'll niggas know what the fuck it is, man, Brooklyn If it's a problem, you know where we at, nigga, you know what we doing, you know we about Bitch ass niggas You know what it is, man We can see through the lies You can make up all the lies you want But the truth remains You pussy