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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 bi***es
Their ain't no heaven for a G, so the hell with it
My life is deep, motherf***ers please delve in it
Started with promo, no homo, movin 12 inches
Pimp the game, comin to age at 12, bi***es
(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