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The narrator paints a stark picture of survival and self-preservation in a harsh environment, beginning with the assertion "I grew up like a regular cat." This opening line, however, quickly reveals a world where "regular" means navigating illicit dealings, symbolized by "consignment" and the immediate acquisition of "metal" – slang for a firearm. The core tension lies between this seemingly ordinary upbringing and the violent realities it necessitates, where settling for a deal leads directly to arming up for potential conflict. The repeated threat, "if a nigga ever frontin', I'ma wet him with that," underscores the constant readiness for violence as a means of defense and dominance. The lyrics detail a progression from scarcity to a dangerous form of success. The narrator recounts a past of "couldn't eat and shit" and selling drugs, driven by a fascination with material possessions like sneakers. This struggle for basic needs contrasts sharply with the present, where the narrator is "geased up" and armed, ready to defend their status. The imagery of changing car tops from "yellow" to "gray" due to a rival's actions highlights a personal vendetta and the escalating stakes within their world. The narrator emphasizes their raw talent and effectiveness, describing themselves as "dope in its rawest form" and capable of turning small amounts into significant profit. A profound sense of loss and the cyclical nature of violence permeate the narrative, particularly in the second verse. The narrator's "dog" is killed over a trivial amount, a tragic event that forces a reckoning with the destructive path they are on. Despite this, the narrator maintains a readiness for conflict, stating, "But still I hold heat ready to ride to war." This duality – the desire to escape the game versus the ingrained need for protection – defines their existence. The repeated phrase "regular cat" becomes a complex descriptor, suggesting an ordinary individual caught in extraordinary, often deadly, circumstances. Ultimately, the effectiveness of these lyrics lies in their unflinching portrayal of a life where survival is paramount and violence is a constant companion. The casual delivery of brutal threats, juxtaposed with the mundane details of street life, creates a disquieting realism. The narrator's self-awareness, acknowledging their "hood in me" and the potential consequences, adds a layer of grim resignation. The lyrics don't offer redemption but rather a raw, unvarnished account of navigating a world where being a "regular cat" means being perpetually prepared for the worst.

Memphis Bleek - Rap

Regular Cat

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[Chorus] Yo, I grew up like a regular cat Some nigga hit me with consignment Shit, yo I'll settle with that Went to my block, got it off and copped metal with that So if a nigga ever frontin', I'ma wet him with that Yo, I grew up like a regular cat Some nigga hit me with consignment Shit, yo I'll settle with that Went to my block, got it off and copped metal with that So if a nigga ever frontin', I'ma wet him with that [Verse 1] My guns, my credentials, I'm geased up Hate a nigga that don't know me and swear that Bleek front 'Cause I'm a little nigga, so what, I did my thang Now I came up, fuck a nigga gon' tell me? Before this Bleek shit, a nigga couldn't eat and shit I sold drugs, fascinated by this sneaker shit On hot days, I found ways to clock pay Had yellow tops now my tops is gray 'Cause one these lame niggas got the color of mine But one problem, niggas work ain't as butter as mine And you got to believe Yo I'm dope in its rawest form, poppy seed And you got to be weed, I got a ounce of D and no clientele But when the sun goes down I hit the strips for sales Clock mail, half of my dogs ain't Rottweil We 'bout to work wholesale, and flip the price to retail What [Chorus] Yo, I grew up like a regular cat Some nigga hit me with consignment Shit, yo I'll settle with that Went to my block, got it off and copped metal with that So if a nigga ever frontin', I'ma wet him with that Yo, I grew up like a regular cat Some nigga hit me with consignment Shit, yo I'll settle with that Went to my block, got it off and copped metal with that So if a nigga ever frontin', I'ma wet him with that [Verse 2] I got the hood in me, so I guess I'm no good, nigga I stay strapped 'cause I know a nigga could, nigga I chop grams in the crib with my man We blew L's and politicked on how to expand We supplied the vein Promised to go out in a blaze Before them pigs lock the game We gotta maintain in this world of cold blood It's no love, niggas will back out heat and let you hold slugs We took re-up money Rollin dice, and I never thought a game of cee-lo Could take my man life, over 3 cent, my son was a little bit A nigga flash heat, he flipped and seen the end of it A cool cat, and nobody seemed to like him That was my dog so nobody had to like him I closed the vein down, I couldn't hustle no more But still I hold heat ready to ride to war 'Cause I could die by this game Spittin' the mac and my life ain't no different Just a regular cat [Chorus] Yo, I grew up like a regular cat Some nigga hit me with consignment Shit, yo I'll settle with that Went to my block, got it off and copped metal with that So if a nigga ever frontin', I'ma wet him with that Yo, I grew up like a regular cat Some nigga hit me with consignment Shit, yo I'll settle with that Went to my block, got it off and copped metal with that So if a nigga ever frontin', I'ma wet him with that [Verse 3] Yo, yo Why niggas throw ice grills and I see you tight grill But I know if I squeeze, you faggots gon' squeal I laugh at y'all, flash cash at y'all In the tinted whatever, ride right past y'all Me and my co-d, and we all know Bleek Tight, the whole heat, you niggas don't know me Where the fuck niggas know me from? (Marcy, son) You niggas frontin' you ain't have heart to come Besides you niggas mad 'cause yo' bitch ride shotty Round town, Malibu mixed with Bacardi She relaxed in the drop, Fendi shades matchin' the watch X and O sets, the bitch kinda prop But her man think he untouchable Put his ass where he ain't comfortable, lay him up for a few He'll realize, Bleek ain't the one to fuck with Provoke me to spit, consider it dealt with I'm not the type to hit shots and miss you The type to play you close to kiss you Nigga describe the pistol, you hit with When they fillin yo body with liquid Now I'm on the low 'cause you told 'em it was Memphis Who blazed you up, yeah, layed you up Your mouth got you like that, and that's plain as fuck I'm a regular cat, what... [Chorus] Yo, I grew up like a regular cat Some nigga hit me with consignment Shit, yo I'll settle with that Went to my block, got it off and copped metal with that So if a nigga ever frontin', I'ma wet him with that Yo, I grew up like a regular cat Some nigga hit me with consignment Shit, yo I'll settle with that Went to my block, got it off and copped metal with that So if a nigga ever frontin', I'ma wet him with that Yo, I grew up like a regular cat Some nigga hit me with consignment Shit, yo I'll settle with that Went to my block, got it off and copped metal with that So if a nigga ever frontin', I'ma wet him with that Yo, I grew up like a regular cat Some nigga hit me with consignment Shit, yo I'll settle with that Went to my block, got it off and copped metal with that So if a nigga ever frontin', I'ma wet him with that [Outro] Regular cat, wet him with that I'm just a regular cat Yo I'll settle with that And I'ma wet him with that, yeah

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Writers: J-Runnah
Memphis Bleek

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