| Uh huh uh yeah gi gi geyeah
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| Time to come up hold my own weight defend my crown
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| Gots to lock it down and when they rush part two
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| Cocaine whiter now
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| Operation is sweet
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| Whole game tighter now
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| Movin a brick a week
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| Plus a nigga price is down
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| We them niggaz to see
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| Time to start the arisin now
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| I don’t know what’s wrong with Bleek
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| It seems, I’m like Keenan, pickin up on the vibe
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| that he ain’t too happy, I could just see it in his eyes
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| I don’t know if it’s the chicks or how we dividin the loot
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| Time to pay his ass a visit 'fore he decide to get cute
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| Jumped out like a star with the flavest car
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| Matchin the gator shirt, softer than my next door neighbors
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| These young niggaz think I fell out the loop
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| cause the last time they seen me hoppin, out the Coupe
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| I hopped out in a suit
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| Look at this nigga Jay frontin tryin to take my shine
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| I didn’t say this verbally, just had some shit on my mind
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| Plus I’m puffin like an ounce, more than I used to puff
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| Takin advice from these niggaz but they ain’t used to stuff
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| They had me thinkin, Shit, I’m the one that moved the stuff
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| while he drive around town in brand new Coupe’s and stufF
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| Swear to God, they had me practically hatin his guts
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| As he approached I spoke, Jigga whattup?
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| Chorus: Memphis Bleek
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| I done came up (uhh) put my life on the line (uhh)
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| Soaked the game up (yeah) now it’s my time to shine
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| Time to change up (what?) no more second in line
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| Nine-eight, these streets is mine
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| (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh)
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| Look at that fake smile he just gave me, it’s breakin my heart
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| Should I school him or pull the tools out and just break him apart
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| I felt his hatred it was harsh, 'fore this fakin shit start
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| I should take him in back of the building and blaze him
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| Uh-oh, this nigga Jay he ain’t slow, he musta picked up on the vibe
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| and had I, not been so high I woulda been able to hide
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| Tried to cover up myself, as I gave him a five
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| Hugged him, as if I loved him
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| To the naked eye
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| It woulda seemed we was the closest, but to those that know us could see that somethin was about to go down
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| Stay focused
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| I’m tryin to concentrate, but it’s like he’s reading my mind
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| As if he can see through this fog and all this weed in my mind
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| Could he see I had plans on, bein the man
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| Ever since we first spoke and he put that G in my hand
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| And I gave it back to show him, I was down for the cause
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| As he approached (Whattup Bleek?) and I paused.
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| Chorus: Memphis Bleek, Jay-Z
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| I done came up (uhh) put my life on the line (uhh)
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| Soaked the game up (yeah) now it’s my time to shine
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| Time to change up (what?) no more second in line
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| Nine-eight, these streets is mine
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| Yeah, you done came up (uhh) put your life on the line (uhh)
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| Soaked the game up (yeah) now it’s yo’time to shine
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| Time to change up, no more second in line
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| Nine-eight, these streets is mine
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| Right, yo we wild out in Vegas, styled on haters
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| Mouthed off at the cops, I done crammed every drop
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| Copped whips the same color, we tighter than brothers
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| with different fathers but same mothers, this life don’t love us So til death do us, I’m never breakin my bond
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| Nigga we Lex movers, V-12 pushers
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| As I stand
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| One leg of my pants up, in a stance like, Man what?
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| I know these niggaz are peepin my mind cancer
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| But in time’s the answer
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| Seems mind-blowin, this weed and Hennesey
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| Got my mind goin, trust me nigga, I’m knowin
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| Chicks used to ignore me, and my aunt sayin I need fifty
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| not sixty-forty
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| Oh God, don’t let him control y’all
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| Your gun is my gun, your clip is my clip baby
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| Your fun is my fun (uh-huh) your bitch is my bitch
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| Any nigga tryin to harm Jay I’m feelin for you
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| I ain’t only touchin you, I’m killin your crew
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| Give it a year, you’ll be sittin on a million or two
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| records sold nigga, perfect your roll, geyeah
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| Chorus: Memphis Bleek
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| I done came up (came up) put my life on the line
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| Soaked the game up (game up) now it’s my time to shine
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| Time to change up (change up) no more second in line
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| Nine-eight, these streets is mine (what, geyeah geyeah)
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| I done came up (came up) put my life on the line
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| Soaked the game up (game up) now it’s my time to shine
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| Time to change up (change up) no more second in line
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| Nine-eight, these streets is mine
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| Yeah, you done came up (uhh) put your life on the line (uhh)
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| Soaked the game up (yeah) now it’s yo’time to shine
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| Time to change up, no more second in line
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Coming of Age Two, brand new |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Coming Of Age (Da Sequel) , by - Memphis Bleek. Song from the album Vol.2 ... Hard Knock Life, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп