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    Just Blaze, Bleek & Free

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    Just Blaze, Bleek & Free
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      About "Just Blaze, Bleek & Free"

      Lyrics for Memphis Bleek - "Just Blaze, Bleek & Free"

      (Just Blaze)
      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, nigga!

      (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
      Niggas don't want no part of me, Bitches 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 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 ima 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

      (Freeway)
      F are 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 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 billsm I bring em where you stay
      Why'all HATE freeway, scared when you see the freeway
      But you want to kill freeway!
      Your girl ride the freeway everyday
      Up and down, Back and forth
      In & out, know every rout

      (chorus)(memphis)
      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, see'mon!

      (Freeway)
      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 see'mon!

      [Verse 2 (memphis)]
      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 the cars
      Ain't no bitches want to 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 fucka you suck
      For real I'm tryin'a see what's up WIT you
      Introduce you to the pimp and the playas
      Ain't no playin 'cause I'm a gangsta, I don't fuck with them hatas,
      And basic, hatin is the part I Ain't feelin
      Ho's want to fuck, 'cause 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 don't gimme face shit!
      [Chorus]

      SONGWRITERS:
      COX, MALIK DESHAWN/SMITH, JUSTIN GREGORY/PRIDGEN, LESLIE
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