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[Just Blaze] Just Blaze! [Chorus - Memphis Bleek] Everything's a go! And I just washed the wheel, and I Armor All the wheels And it's real, everything's a go! New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, gimme a reason Everything's a go! Squad in the club wit me Tryna find a chick to fall in love wit me Everything's a go! Mami hit me on the jack Told me meet her at the spot, and I'm bout to call her back, its a go! [Verse 1 - Memphis Bleek] Bleek come scoop you, try to seduce you Half Black and Chinese, she gave me the fu-fu A little bit of that, wan-tan soup From the hood, got more chips then wan-tan oooooooh! But matter fact, got more chesse than nacho Not from rap, when I used to fuck wit Pancho I'm in the class, all by myself Now you haters wanna crowd my space Hundred grand all in your face, motherfucker better fix ya face For they butterfly-stich ya face If ya bitch outta line, put the bitch in place If the record sound +Just+ get the +Blaze+, nigga Put in back, on the block for motherfuckers The ROC get hot, let 'em scream "It's the ROC, in ya area!" You better warn ya folks They hate to see a real clique, but now [Chorus w/ (Jay-Z ad-libs)] [Verse 2 - Jay-Z] Highest paid act, highest paid to rap I advance myself, and pay myself back Ha, man you gotta love that When them pockets on "E" man you gotta hug that Corner like you wanna proposal and lock that Kill a nigga for the scrilla man I'm not above that [Memphis Bleek] Hooo! hold on Young, let me get it back You got beef in these streets, Lord, let me get a gat Booooy! you now tuned into the greatest Can't beat us, join us, can't fade us, hate us Nigga it's nothin, my crew and half dozens That's cause we scramble, like we Vick's half cousins Booooy! and get ya mind right nigga We gon' put you on the news, you want lime light nigga Channel 2 or Channel 4, you know what 9 like nigga Groupie men, we put on UPN [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Memphis Bleek] One - thug in the club, two - models to go Three - bottles of Arma', four jars of dro Five shots to draw, my six hits took off Seven you make Heaven, or eight - everything's a go! Mami got that ice in ya drink Long legs short skirt, what you mean - everything's a go! My thugs outdie of the club wit Timbs Nine on ya waist, let's roll we gettin in (Everything's a go!) Nigga I'm back for, I'm willin to clap boy You holdin me back for - go! I - spring into ac-tion, Brooklyn I'm back for I'm bringin it back boys cause..