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- Artist: Memphis Bleek
- Song Title: So Seductive Freestyle (Game Diss)
- Album: n/a
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Aww n**** do you
Know who you wit
It's M-E-M
About to ride on this b****
With the .40 cal
And them hollow tips
It Brooklyn n**** we here to represent
Cause I’m fresh like uh, Benz Coop uh
Told you twice before that you don’t want none
M-E-M I’m on that s**t
Cause you don’t want drama
You just on my d***
Hoes and hoes everybody knows
That tried to chill cause your beef isn’t real
But if the song keep it street we don’t press record
But groupies like you just love perform well f**k it
Kill the rap about the glock like you pop it out
Because in Miami at the teley coping out
Out in cal you know my twist
I seen you in the LA you was acting like a b****
I say Jay-z first then seen you, but he keep it real but you
You wanted truss, I guess you had a change of heart right from start
You I really study my art broke you apart
M-E-M, I ‘m back on that gangsta s**t
On my way, OT to see this prick
Yeah you sold four mill, it don’t mean s**t
Every record that move you still o for six
Cause 50 wrote every joint that on that disc
Every record that move you know he’s getting rich
So you can wrote a rhyme about that album didn’t sell
Cause I’ll be richer than, even if they put me in jail
I smoke like Bob Marley, s**t I had cake when
Boo use to rob you little n****s for your Barkley’s
You d*** rider screaming out eastside’s
Cold young blood you stepping in the ring of fire
15 minute I know it was a gimmick
Then I figure you faggot you just opening up business
N**** what’s next after the documentary
give you a year or two you’ll become history
C plus writing like govy is not a fighter
Our maywheather you bet you not try us
Minting young Bleek you loss sleep
Cause you don’t want drama with the R-O-C
See we bring guns to fist fights pinch you for a test
Slugs that go thought that lil’ bean a** vest n****
No security I move on my on, Suge was on the beach and you n****s flew home
I know you p***y you ain’t gangsta connected
Crying to sleep get his nephew for protection what
You know Bleek I don’t beef with beats
So you can page who every and set a met p***y n****s
You know what its about smart get well Marci a fella n****
You seen me twice you know what you said to me face to face
You b**** a** n**** So you can lie to the public
And make all them mean, tough face you want
You and I both know you pussy, you don’t want no beef Holla at me n**** |
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