Everybody

[Memphis Bleek] Yea(uh huh) What they want god? Niggaz know the deal here It's real...yea [Verse 1] I was told 揼et money? stack what I can Born In the Vile, a nigga never ran Seen niggaz get cut, shot, stabbed up and kidnapped Ran over, double crossed, killed for a stack of green one's Now I live life, do or die, Marcy, son, evrybody trying to survive Maintain yo strip, cokaine this shit We ain't leavin till we drain this shit Playin this shit, street life, but most of y'all hate Bleek right? I'm supposed to keep heat right? So you can haul the heat right, who really give a fuck though I grew up amongst cut-throats, nigga, we all want dough It's a all out thing, drugz produce cream, gunz produce human beingz Nigga what you think? I got one, stop one, Naw Drop one, can't stop one, I'm here till the copz come