know, how I do it round here
And I'm out eight in a morn',
dawg Glock two around here
What chu move around here,
and you know I keep my tool around here
My niggas act a fool around here, yeah
My hood, my set, my strip,
my p's, whatever
We down, we real, we bang forever
Put in game down here,
make change down here
Cause I serve them fiends,
that raw 'caine down here, yeah
And I done made my way, round here
And them hoes know,
I twist them like haze round here
Been +M.A.D.E.+ down here,
blow hay round here
Ask around,
them niggas know I lay down here
Down here, yeah,
and I done aired down there
If the streets was bigger I'd
park a Lear around here
Round here... and I'm still
in my Nike Air's
Yeah, my hat leanin,
and I'm livin wit no fears
Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
Yeah, we ridin clean,
on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah,
round here, yeah
We blowin dro, gettin low round here,
yeah
Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We ridin clean,
on them things round here
Yeah, round here,
yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin dro, gettin low round here, yeah
It's hot as hell, but it snows down here
You get a box of blow for
no mo' then 24 down here
This is the season,
for the zoe's round here
If you corner who you know you can
get it for the low down here
From - nickels to birds,
you can get it flipped and served
For talkin too much, be for certain,
them niggas workin
You can buy it, from the cops down here
You know who sweat it down here,
bitch it's so Crip round here
So many bitches out there,
snitchin round here
That's why every summer,
bitches be missin round here
I roll wit - straight killers, thug niggas,
and drug dealers
And if they ridin wit me,
best believe them my niggas
As for you bitches, forget about it
See the head was tremendous,
but this dick - is strickly business
I'll be thuggin forever,
see I'mma fighter, not a lover
I'm a hit- and- run- it, cold- blooded,
motherfucka
But the hoes, they don't care down here
They be - suckin and fuckin
all year down here
They be heavy on the pill, down here
Got mo' than that what the motherfuckin meal down
Oh
yeah,
I
know you prolly never known, round here
It get hotter then the body,
get the wrong idea
It's just Caprice's, and Impala's sittin
on chrome down here
Brawls and ballin,
ain't all that's goin on round here
Young killers tote pistols,
like they grown down here
Them young niggas similar to King Kong,
round here
A pocket full of stones,
would get you on down here
So dope boy, keep ya drops
like the song round here
Hey it ain't safe for the fakes
to walk alone round here
Hey, the hell what we know if
you ain't know round here
You say the wrong thang,
will get ya back blown round here
The gangsta's rep they hood, by
the zone round here
Get a hole in ya dome,
bout ya rims down here
24's make them dubs,
look like 10 down here
I'm where it ends and begins for us rappers
round here
Money, hoes, cars,
dro's is all that
matters down here
Memphis Bleek 
