Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 534, artist - Memphis Bleek.
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
534 |
Yeah, I come from bottom to the top |
I seen a lotta niggaz fall |
Top to bottom, cause they flows wasnt hot |
Them niggaz swore they was chillin, Reality they not |
Thats why I’m in the spot, Treat the (???) like the pot |
I’m strappin up that product, get my strip back in order |
Hit records, its like a brick, 16s is like a quarter/quota |
Thats why I’m tryna flip it, this time i’ma do it different |
Mixtapes is like a fiend, niggaz givin free hits and |
You niggaz let’m sample it, Neva give’m the work |
Now this tape better then your album sales, lookin hurt |
I’m tryna take it back in the day, when it was 20 time |
Industry is fucked up, the back to sellin niggaz dimes |
Singles is nickles, lotta albums done flopped |
Lotta labels done dropped, you was signed, now you not |
Thats why I neva play wit the position I’m held wit |
Who lie about sellin drugs? |
Album ain’t sell shit |
(Scratched) |
You heard the title nigga, 5−3-4 |
(Cant hear the rest) |
(Verse 2-Memphis Bleek] |
I’m bout to have this thing on lock, you can’t tell me different |
I got the soft n hard top, you could tell I’m livin |
I got that gat on my lap, just don’t tell the snitches |
They got they tail between they legs, you could tell they bitches |
Their ain’t no heaven for a G, so the hell with it My life is deep, motherfuckers please delve in it Started with promo, no homo, movin 12 inches |
Pimp the game, comin to age at 12, bitches |
(Thats when I had well-wishes) |
Niggaz call me prince of the city |
Next in line, call me king of new-yitty, pity |
How the same niggaz that bailed wit me, bailed on me Took to many pulls of the L on me |
Drank up all kool-aid, left glasses in my kitchen |
Food for thought, my nigga you do the dishes |
(Scratched) |
You heard the game and the name |
You heard the title niggaz, 5−3-4 |