[Intro]
Okay
Yeah (uhh, uhh)
N***as (n***as, know)
Know what this is (Brooklyn)
Know what this is yeah, yeah, yo

[Verse]
I said aw n***a do you, know who you with?
It's M-E-M about to ride on this bitch
With the 40 Cal
And them hollow tips
It's Brooklyn, n***a we here to represent
'Cause I'm fresh like uhh, Benz Coop uhh
Told you twice before that you don't want none,
Ah M-E-M, I'm on that shit
'Cause you don't want dram, you just on my dick
Whores and hoes everybody know
That I tried to chill 'cause your beef ain't real
But if it’s on keep it street we don't press record
But groupies like you, they just love to perform well fuck it
Kill the rap about the Glock like you pop it out
'Cause in Miami at the telly you was copin' out,
Out in Cali you know my twist
I seen you in L.A. you was actin' like a bitch
I saw J.T. first then seen you, but he kept it real
You, you wanted truce, I guess you had a Change Of Heart right from start
You know I really study my art break you apart
M-E-M, I'm back on that gangsta shit
On my way, O.T. to see this prick
Yeah you sold four mill, it don't mean shit
Every record that move you still owe fo' ???
'Cause 50 wrote every joint that's on that disc
Every record that move you know he's gettin' rich
So you can write a rhyme about the album ain't sell
'Cause I'll be richer than you even if they put me in jail
I smoke like Bob Marley, shit I had cake when
Pooh use to rob you lil n***as for your Barkley's
You dick rider screamin' out Eastsiders
Cold young blood you stepped in the rain of fire
Fifteen minutes I know it was a gimmick
Then I figured you a faggot, you just open up the business
N***a, what's next after The Documentary
Give you a year or two, you'll become history
C' plus writer like Gotti is not a fighter
I'll Maywheather you, bet you do not try us
Mentioning Gunnaz or Bleek you lose sleep
'Cause you don't want dram with The R.O.C
We bring guns to fist fight, pencil for a test
Slugs that go through that lil thin ass vest, n***a
No security I move on my own
Suge was on the beach and all you n***as flew home
I know you pussy, you ain't gangsta connected
Cryin' to Snoop to give his nephew protection what
You know Bleek I don't beef with beats
So you can page whoever and set up somethin' to meet pussy
N***as
[Outro]
You know what the fuck it's about, it's Marcy, Get Low, Roc-A-Fella n***a
You seen me twice
And you know what you said to me face to face
You bitch ass n***a, so you could lie to the public
Make all the mean, tough faces you want
You and I both know you pussy
And you don't want no beef
Holla at me n***a