Leave Her Alone (feat. Memphis Bleek, Freeway & Chris)

Leave Her Alone (featuring Memphis Bleek, Freeway & Young Chris)

Uh uh uh easy yeah

Nate, Young Free

Let's go

Chorus:

1 to the upper upper 2 to the 3

On the mic is N.A.T.E.D.O. double G

Still chasin paper still runnin them streets

I never trust a ho because I know what they be

One to the two to the three to the four

Baby when he leave let me up in the back door

She's still a bad bitch but I don't love her tho

Once I hit it once I'd rather leave her alone

Memphis Bleek:

Hey yo I'm world wide respected

You know the G4 flies international

**** flyin domestic

I been around the world, seen many faces

But better yet I got head from different races

And I don't trust em as far as I could throw em

I murder with no motive

I hit em and don't know em

I just skeet and send em right back home

That's Bleek not your Hubby ma

I'm not like holmes

But dig it, the truth hurt

They be addicted to the Didick

I dig in it they wanna shack and live with it

But mami vacate premises

The head straight, chill a minute

Invite all my **** in? Nate and Free

I might make you my lil' drug ho

If you could take the D? mami

And run wit it

Cause I had my fun wit it

It's S.P.E.G.L.E. Nate we done wit it

Chorus

Freeway:

Yea me and Nate Dogg

Just skate off wit two chicks and they both freaks

Eager to bone, yea

I'm tryin to

She tryin to get to my home

She got a thing for rap stars and athletes

She's tryin to chill wit the clique

Wantin to hop on the phone

All in the men's truck

Callin her friends up

But Free don't go for that

Or go for chicks

That hang at clubs, ball games, and track meets

Free don't like no groupie ass bitches

So if you got your eyes on my digits better keep goin

Keep blowin

And if you tryin to get wit Freeway

Keep paper

And when you give neck, keep goin'

We smoking, backwoods, keep rollin

That's why **** higher than a sky scraper

1 to the 2 and 3 to the 4

If you fuck wit the boy

I'll tie you neighbors up

Chorus

Young Chris:

Yea

You rockin with the R.O.C.

What you coppin ma, it's all on C

You can call on me

When you have hard times

I'll help you at all times

You welcome to all mine

That's only wifey though

The rest of ya'll triffle hoes

Don't get a dime, get ya mind right

You might could go

1 to the 2 to the 3 to the 4

Mami it's 1 to the 2 to the 3 of my boys and me

We tryin to see if you could take on us all at once

And stay peeped ma you breakin us off for free

I'll holler back ma

It's Free Weezy, easy, Young Gunna, and Nate Dolla Walla track uh

My **** is skeetin we hit and we leavin

Y'all love em and hug em we forget em and flee em

That's right

We don't need em if they ain't breakin with the team

Cuz they ain't nothing

Fuck a relationship a misdemeanor

Chorus 2x