(feat. Beanie Sigel)

Yeah
Sup wit' these lame-ass n***as, man?
I'm tellin' you
N***as keep runnin' to this rap shit
You kna' mean?
Like y'all built like that
Ya'll n***as betta pick up a basketball, or somethin'
Ya'll n***as ain't ready for this shit

[Memphis Bleek]
If a n***a know the Memph
I ain't the type to front
I'll put any gun to you
What type you want?
Supply any drug for you
What high you want?
Bag any chick for you
Nicer slut
Yeah, I push hot fees
My n***as got cheese
You run around frontin'
Like you n***as got keys
You never flipped burgers
Your krew, I ain't heard of
Matter of fact, I'll murder ya
I heard you n***as spit shit
But it's indirect
Say my name
And see where I end this tech
I got a lot of love for this
But dawg, I'm real
When it's beef, it's beef
When it's rap, it's real
Nuttin' between
Alot of frontin' I seen
I done analyzed this game
It's nuttin' but schemes
New ways to sell records
I aim for it
Put it out if it's hot
Not, Just ignore it