Round Here(Album Version|Edited) - Memphis Bleek

Intro Memphis Bleek
Uh uh yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Know what it sound like
It's the Roc ni**a
Heard uh-huh uh
Don't be scared now niggaz
Round here round here
We know you scared now
Marcy holla let's go Just Blaze
Verse 1 Memphis Bleek
I let you know how I do it round here
And I'm out eight in a morn' dawg clock two around here
What chu do around here and you know I keep my tool around here
My niggaz 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 niggaz know I lay down here
Down here yeah and I done aired down there
But the streets was bigger I park the lear round here
Round here and I'm still in my Nike Air's
Yeah my hat leanin and I'm livin wit no fears
Chorus Memphis Bleek
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
Verse 2 Trick Daddy
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 niggaz workin
You can buy it from the cops down here
You know who sweat it down here ***** it's so Crip round here
So many ******* out there snitchin round here
That's why every summer ******* be missin round here
I roll wit straight killers thug niggaz and ** dealers
And if they ridin wit me best believe them my niggaz
As for you ******* forget about it
See the head was tremendous but this **** is strickly business
I'll be thuggin forever see I'ma fighter not a lover
I'm a hit-and-run-it cold-blooded motherf**ka
But the hoes they don't care down here
They be suckin and ****** all year down here
They be heavy on the pill down here
Got mo' than that what the mother****** meal down here
Chorus w T I ad-libs
Verse 3 T I
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 niggaz similar to King Kong round here
A pocket full of stones would get you on down here
So **** boy keep da traps like the song round here
Hey it ain't safe for the faker walkin home 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 as far as rappers round here
Money hoes cars dro's is all that matters down here
Chorus