Just Blaze, Bleek & Free

[Just Blaze] Hey, yo Guru, this Just Blaze, Bleek and Free right? So I could get a hook or verse or sumthin'? (Get outta here!) Stick to makin' beats, I stick to yo' moms, nigga Just blaze [Verse 1: Memphis Bleek] Roll up a L, pour glass in that arm-e Young E's had game since the days of Atari Since the youth, I used to shoot her right back to the path My day, goin' hard, mack the back of the cab Did it all, little robbery, back cart of the G-train Hood became a part of me, got a hell of a street game Niggas don't want no part of me, bitches they Wanna roll up, roll out, sit in the Ferrari Breeze through Marcy They know I'm gangsta in every way, what I keep it gangsta, tech on me everyday, but P-Game, how I lean to hit it, don't act right I got to leave these bitches you know I chase bread dog, I'm after the spread dog The least you could do is give a nigga a lil' head, dog Parked by Marcy, this two door Ferrari Can't believe Mami deny me poonani But I guess she don't listen to rap So I'mma slut her like a ghost In the hole, missing the track And I'm a P, I, M, P, fo' sho rap R,O,C N,Y,C, for short [Verse 2: Freeway] F, R, two e's slide through deliver more R, O, C, P,H,I, for short, por favor I twist backwoods, swerve in the jeep Cheek deep, pick up the chicks Chicks lookin' for Bleek Bleek sleep, makin' me sick won't answer the phone Motorola, two way, you may answer to Freeway I think it's him pagin' me now, I hear the back strap Where you at? Got a room full of freaks And they tryin' to get right, I could smut 'em all night And get them chickens outta sight Pass them hoes, then mack 'em G to K, Freeway known for movin' the yay I could get 'em from point A to point G Here's the deal, I stuff 'em in the wheel For the right amount of bills, I bring 'em where you stay Y'all hate Freeway, scared when you see the Freeway But you wanna kill Freeway, your girl ride the Freeway Everyday, up and down, back and forth In and out, know every route [Refrain: Memphis Bleek and (Freeway)] Where my bitches who stack niggas? Fuck wit a nigga like Memphis who gettin' that paper But'll light you up with the jigga man Where my bitches at? Where my bitches at? Where my real bitches at? C'mon (And all my niggas who took llamas, murda, murda Heard of a nigga named Freeway, from Philly to the 'Linas Where my niggas at? Where my niggas at? Where my real niggas at c'mon) [Verse 3: Memphis Bleek] All day I be smokin', we all my niggas who tokin' We hit the block with the potent Give 'em a week and they blow it You know and you know There's some ofa's sittin' low and my dogs Know who all of us are, we sit low in them cars Ain't no bitches wanna roll, they say I'm doin' my thing See it's blue in the chain, I was changin' my jeans but Li'l Mami is you rollin'or what? You fucka, you suck For real I'm tryin'a see what's up with you Introduce you to the pimp and the playas It's no playin' 'cuz I'm a gangsta I don't fuck with them hatas and basic Hatin' is the part I ain't feelin' Ho's wanna fuck, 'cuz there's shit that I'm willin' Once they see it, I just fuck up they head And when I bang out in the hood, I just fuck up my bread Instead of lead, I save it when I see you face to face Right now, I'm fucking wit hoes, they all gimme face shit [Refrain: Memphis Bleek and (Freeway)] Where my bitches who stack niggas? Fuck wit a nigga like Memphis who gettin' that paper But'll light you up with the jigga man Where my bitches at? Where my bitches at? Where my real bitches at? C'mon (And all my niggas who took llamas, murda, murda Heard of a nigga named Freeway, from Philly to the 'Linas Where my niggas at? Where my niggas at? Where my real niggas at c'mon) Just Blaze Just Blaze