U Know Bleek (Intro) Lyrics
| Song | U Know Bleek (Intro) |
| Artist | Memphis Bleek |
| Album | The Understanding |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cox, Fyffe, Grant, Kunze, Levay ... | |
| Yea, serious | |
| Aiyyo, this time it's for my family, we ride or die | |
| It's in the blood till the death, now aim for the sky | |
| My fo' blow for sure, for dough, for own land | |
| It's money, drugs, and hot slugs[Incomprehensible] | |
| Money, drugs and hot slugs | |
| Street scholar keep firing is what they tell me | |
| Money, drugs and hot slugs, | |
| R O CMoney, drugs and hot slugs | |
| You know, know, know, know, you know | |
| BleekNiggas said | |
| I can't do, it's funny | |
| I done itThe album is here, now who the fuck want it? | |
| I let niggas eat now | |
| I'm here to collect | |
| I admit they tried but they ain't rep correct | |
| Now the dinner table's set and it's my time to eat | |
| Don't even wipe your mouth, get up, be out | |
| Don't let the cars fool you or the jewelry blind you | |
| My life's the realest nigga | |
| I should write me a novel | |
| This for them broads that'll hold me down | |
| And my niggas on the internet that download my style | |
| And my dog in line in at | |
| ChowJust bangin' with his | |
| Walkman playin' me loud | |
| And the nigga with that plate | |
| Choppin' them grams, him and his man | |
| Listening to music that they understand | |
| And that white boy goin' to college | |
| He don't know about the ghetto but know how to hold metal | |
| Them white boys, they'll shoot shit up | |
| They can listen to this shit, | |
| I don't give two fucks | |
| But back to it, sippin' on that | |
| Cognac fluid | |
| In the Porsche, burnin' the conduit | |
| This is ride music, get the high music | |
| That M dot, hot supply music | |
| That's the answer, life's like cancer | |
| I thought | |
| I told y'all niggas | |
| I'm serious | |
| It's money, drugs, it's money, drugs | |
| It's money, drugs and hot slugs, you know | |
| Bleek |
| zuo ci : Cox, Fyffe, Grant, Kunze, Levay ... | |
| Yea, serious | |
| Aiyyo, this time it' s for my family, we ride or die | |
| It' s in the blood till the death, now aim for the sky | |
| My fo' blow for sure, for dough, for own land | |
| It' s money, drugs, and hot slugs Incomprehensible | |
| Money, drugs and hot slugs | |
| Street scholar keep firing is what they tell me | |
| Money, drugs and hot slugs, | |
| R O CMoney, drugs and hot slugs | |
| You know, know, know, know, you know | |
| BleekNiggas said | |
| I can' t do, it' s funny | |
| I done itThe album is here, now who the fuck want it? | |
| I let niggas eat now | |
| I' m here to collect | |
| I admit they tried but they ain' t rep correct | |
| Now the dinner table' s set and it' s my time to eat | |
| Don' t even wipe your mouth, get up, be out | |
| Don' t let the cars fool you or the jewelry blind you | |
| My life' s the realest nigga | |
| I should write me a novel | |
| This for them broads that' ll hold me down | |
| And my niggas on the internet that download my style | |
| And my dog in line in at | |
| ChowJust bangin' with his | |
| Walkman playin' me loud | |
| And the nigga with that plate | |
| Choppin' them grams, him and his man | |
| Listening to music that they understand | |
| And that white boy goin' to college | |
| He don' t know about the ghetto but know how to hold metal | |
| Them white boys, they' ll shoot shit up | |
| They can listen to this shit, | |
| I don' t give two fucks | |
| But back to it, sippin' on that | |
| Cognac fluid | |
| In the Porsche, burnin' the conduit | |
| This is ride music, get the high music | |
| That M dot, hot supply music | |
| That' s the answer, life' s like cancer | |
| I thought | |
| I told y' all niggas | |
| I' m serious | |
| It' s money, drugs, it' s money, drugs | |
| It' s money, drugs and hot slugs, you know | |
| Bleek |
| zuò cí : Cox, Fyffe, Grant, Kunze, Levay ... | |
| Yea, serious | |
| Aiyyo, this time it' s for my family, we ride or die | |
| It' s in the blood till the death, now aim for the sky | |
| My fo' blow for sure, for dough, for own land | |
| It' s money, drugs, and hot slugs Incomprehensible | |
| Money, drugs and hot slugs | |
| Street scholar keep firing is what they tell me | |
| Money, drugs and hot slugs, | |
| R O CMoney, drugs and hot slugs | |
| You know, know, know, know, you know | |
| BleekNiggas said | |
| I can' t do, it' s funny | |
| I done itThe album is here, now who the fuck want it? | |
| I let niggas eat now | |
| I' m here to collect | |
| I admit they tried but they ain' t rep correct | |
| Now the dinner table' s set and it' s my time to eat | |
| Don' t even wipe your mouth, get up, be out | |
| Don' t let the cars fool you or the jewelry blind you | |
| My life' s the realest nigga | |
| I should write me a novel | |
| This for them broads that' ll hold me down | |
| And my niggas on the internet that download my style | |
| And my dog in line in at | |
| ChowJust bangin' with his | |
| Walkman playin' me loud | |
| And the nigga with that plate | |
| Choppin' them grams, him and his man | |
| Listening to music that they understand | |
| And that white boy goin' to college | |
| He don' t know about the ghetto but know how to hold metal | |
| Them white boys, they' ll shoot shit up | |
| They can listen to this shit, | |
| I don' t give two fucks | |
| But back to it, sippin' on that | |
| Cognac fluid | |
| In the Porsche, burnin' the conduit | |
| This is ride music, get the high music | |
| That M dot, hot supply music | |
| That' s the answer, life' s like cancer | |
| I thought | |
| I told y' all niggas | |
| I' m serious | |
| It' s money, drugs, it' s money, drugs | |
| It' s money, drugs and hot slugs, you know | |
| Bleek |
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