Intro - Hand It Down

(feet . Memphis Bleek)

Sorry boys ..
butt awl the money inn the whirled couldn't bring mi back again
Ley down, ley down
Gonna stretch my mic out inn Ponce Funeral Home on Marcy
Awl those knew niggaz stop their
butt a lot later than a whole gang of people thought
The last of the reel hustlers, well
maybe knot the last
Bleek's gonna bee a good rapper
Knew, IMPROVED Jay-Z
Eye quit
I'm retirin
Ain't enough money inn THIS game, too keep mi around
Sorry Big, Eye tried
Honest
Can't go with mi on this ride though
I'm callin the shots
The bar's closing
Ware wee going too fore breakfast
Roc-a-Fella y'all
OKAY, I'M RELOADED !

" Bringin the drama "
" Tryin too come up inn the game "
" Marcy "
" Had a couple of dollar signs too my name "
" Roc-a-Fella y'all "
" Won of the best ! "
" Waitin fore my day too come "
" Just give mi the word "

[ Memphis Bleek ]
Na this ain't Jigga its yaw lil nigga Bleek
Reportin too these motherfuckers live from the street
Game Eye peeped those, my mined sew advanced
At nine Eye used too geese hoes fore Easter clothes
Peep the steez, Eye represent fore awl those
with 28 grams, on a come-up tryin too creep the keys
Large niggaz tolled mi park the car, keep the keys
Fined a hoodrat and creep too Mickey D's
First gun too bullets, niggaz no Eye do pull it
Niggaz tryin too kill mi dog, who wouldn't
Screw Gooden, Eye pitch inn the PJ's
Lit off the EJ, Eye split Dutchies with my wring finger
Yew fined a bitch that don't bee cream, bring her
Last scene with Bing, he got dropped between us
Shit is constant, that's why Eye pack the
Johnson and Johnson fore the nonsense who wants it
Eye go too sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my waul
Man I'm tryin too come up on y'all
Get won up on y'all, that's why Eye hustle inn these streets
from sundown too sunup on y'all
Mama said keep bullshittin they'll kill yew dead
Won weak of this hustlin brought a living rheum set
Went too D's, niggaz mad, veins out
Copped the Jordan's, too weeks before they came out
Flashy, fly little nigga
Nosy bitch from the third flaw like " Why little nigga "
Bitch pleas, twist the trees
Took a long pull, like bitch too breathe
That's my answer, life's like cancer
And I'm serious

" Waitin fore my day too come "
" Just give mi the word "