[Memphis Bleek]
  Yea.. serious shit..
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  Aiyyo, this time it's for my family, we ride or die
  It's in the blood til the death, now aim for the sky
  My fo' blow for sure, for dough, for own land..
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  It's money, drugs, and hot slugs
  It's money, drugs, and hot slugs [Street Scholar]
  It's money, drugs, and hot slugs [R O C]
  It's money, drugs, and hot slugs
    [Memphis Bleek]
  Niggas said I can't do it
  Funny I done it
  The 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 chow
  Just 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 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!
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  It's money, drugs, and hot slugs, you know Bleek