Just Blaze, Bleek & Free (Album Version|Edited)

Hey yo guru this just blaze bleek &free right
So I could get a hook or verse or sumthin
Get that outta here
Stick to makin beats I stick to yo' moms n***a
Memphis bleek
Just blaze
Roll up a l pour glass in that arme
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
N***as don't want no part of me b***hes they wana roll up roll out
Sit in the ferrari breeze through marcy yup
They know I'm gangsta in every way yup
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 b***hes you know
I chase bread dog I'm after the spread dog
The least you could do is give a n***a 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'ma slut her like a ghost in the hole
Missing the track huh
And I'm a p I m p fo' sho rap roc nyc for short
F r two e's slide through deliver more what
Roc phi for short por favor
I twist backwards swereve 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 h*es then mack 'em
G to k freeway known for movin the yay
Here's the deal I stuff 'em in the wheel
For the right amount of billsm 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 &out know every rout
Where my b***hes who stack n***as
F**k wit a n***a like memphis who gettin that paper
But'll light you up with the jigga man
Where my b***hes at where my b***hes at where my real b***hes at cmon
And all my n***as who took llamas murda murda
Heard of a n***a named freeway from philly to the 'linas
Where my n***as at where my n***as at where my real n***as at cmon
All day I be smokin we all my n***as 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 the cars
Ain't no b***hes wanna roll they say I'm doin my thing
See its blue in the chain I was changin my jeans but
Lil mami is you rollin you what you f**ka you suck
For real I'm tryin'a see whats up wit you
Introduce you to the pimp and the playas
Ain't no playin cuz I'm a gangsta I don't f**k with them hatas
And basic hatin is the part I ain't feelin
Ho's wanna f**k cuz there's s**t that I'm willin
Once they see it I just f**k up they head
And when I bang out in the hood I just f**k up my bread
Instead of lead I save it when I see you face to face
Right now I'm f**king wit h*es they don't gimme face s**t