Ghetto Stash

[Rell singing]<br><br>[Verse One: Memphis Bleek]<br>Yo, I be`s the M Easy<br>I got a wife but still ain`t nothing change<br>I still fuck you easy<br>Sittin on buttons my eight white binge<br>You see it`s the half dozen, mamis ask nothing<br>But niggas wanna snitch why you all in my shit<br>Cause when I creep off, they wonderin if I got the shit<br>But it wasn`t me, matter fact you could see off<br>Why she with me, I guess it`s that playing with Bleek<br>Now let`s go<br><br>[Chorus - Rell]<br>Now who going to blame when they ran they mouth<br>Talkin bout shit they nothing about<br>Spittin straight lies when they baby`s here<br>Telling the thing she don`t need to hear<br>Somebody know it gon flush me out<br>Got my shorty reaching all up in the couch<br>She lookin for my stash tryin to find me out<br>Gotta get at her see what this be bout<br><br>[Chorus - Rell singing]<br>Why it gotta be like that? (Oh why, why why why why it gotta be?)<br>She all up in my ghetto stash (Why you all up in my stash?)<br>She want to listen to them broke niggas friends<br>(And then you want to listen to them broke niggas friends)<br>Tell me why is in my glass, all up in my stash<br>Just listen to her face, I better leave her live, I`m sayinn<br><br>[Verse Two: Rell]<br>I jumped up in the rain about five to four<br>Tryin to think of a place where she could blow the dough<br>I bet she out shoppin in the prada store<br>Frontin with that no dawg bitch that pay the tolls<br>Runnin past fast with the trailer smoke<br>She spendin all my money tryin to leave me broke<br>She actin all funny like this shit is a joke<br>But when I catch her I`m gonna throw that ass in the door<br><br>[Chorus - Rell]<br>Why it gotta be like that? (Why? Why it gotta be like that?)<br>She all up in my ghetto stash (Why you all up in my stash?)<br>She want to listen to them broke niggas friends<br>(She`d rather listen to them broke niggas birds over me)<br>Oh tell me why is in my glass, all up in my stash<br>Just listen to her face, I better leave her live, I`m sayinn<br><br>Why it gotta be like that? (Why, why why why, why why?)<br>She all up in my ghetto stash<br>(Cause that shit ain`t funnny when you messin with my money)<br>She want to listen to her broke niggas friends<br>(Listenin to your broke niggas friends)<br>Oh tell me why is in my glass, all up in my stash<br>Just listen to her face, I better leave her live, I`m sayinn<br><br>[Verse Three: Memphis Bleek]<br>Yo, yo any bitch that know Bleek know that bread on top<br>And I only fuck wit you ma if yo head on butt<br>I don`t play games, you tryin to fuck with my case<br>I could take you, divide you but you won`t see my say<br>And you never get my combo<br>The only thing that the little fingers gonna twirl is the<br>??? (This line is cut off in the edited version)<br>You know what you get when you fuck with my chip<br>I`m takin out so now you gotta search for her crib<br>I`m through now, why it gotta be like that<br>Cause you`s a fool while listenin to your friends like that<br>Like Memph ain`t the nig that`ll keep you jig<br>Send you in and out of prada keep your neck frost bit<br>Make you shiver, ma it ain`t even the winter<br>It`s the middle of June you wearin more colors than cartoons<br>Now you done fuckin with my dollars<br>Bitch, beat your feet, Bleek wearin collars<br><br>[Rell singing]<br>I`m sayinn why it gotta be like that?<br>She all up in my ghetto stash...