Early years
Memphis "One Hit Away" Bleek's first mainstream rap vocals appeared on the Clark Kent produced song "Coming of Age", featured on Jay-Z's classic debut LP Reasonable Doubt. Shortly after, Bleek became the first artist signed to Roc-A-Fella Records.
"Coming of Age", ironiclly, was also the title of Memphis' debut LP, which didn't create massive records sales and chart-topping singles as his labelmate and peers' albums had. The same was the case of his second LP, "The Understanding", and third, "M.A.D.E", though the latter spawned his largest amount of sales yet (900,000).
Get Low label and rivalries
In the time between the releases of his second and third albums, Memphis Bleek started his own label, Get Low, which in turn led to the signing of former Junior MAFIA member Lil' Cease. The name of the label has sparked a hip-hop rivalry, or beef, between Memphis Bleek, JT tha Bigga Figga & The Game, the former of which built an independent record label with the same title.
Memphis Bleek was also caught in the middle of the epic Jay-Z and Nas battle, in which Bleek gained a few enemies, most notably Nas and Mobb Deep. Despite boosting Jay-Z and Nas's careers, the beef did little to help Bleek gain any more popularity than he had already attained.
Later years
Remaining one hit away, on May 17, 2005, Bleek released his fourth album titled "534" , in reference to the building he & mentor Jay-Z grew up in, located in the Marcy housing projects of Brooklyn. However, like many of Bleeks previous releases the album suffered in sales, despite decent exposure of the Swizz Beatz produced single 'Like That'.
In fall 2005, Memphis Bleek told MTV that he was recording an album called "The Process", that he would describe as a make or break album, saying "I want to do an album that's through the roof, I want to do a classic album. I feel that if this album I'm not recording is a classic, I'm not even gonna put it out. I have to do it bigger than anybody has ever done it. I have to make a good record this time, not just talking-junk records."The rapper has worked on the album since 2005 and during that time frame he would release the songs "Hustla", "Get Ya Money Off" and "Let It Off". During this time, he would also leave Roc-A-Fella after Jay-Z told him he could run his own company and had the proper distribution deals to do so. He found a new home in 2009 when he signed to Mass Appeal Entertainment which is where he will release his long anticipated album The Process is yet.
Albums
1999: The Coming of Age [Certified: Gold]
2001: The Understanding [Certified: Gold]
2003: M.A.D.E. [Certified: Gold]
2005: 534 [Certified: Gold]
Everybody
Memphis Bleek Lyrics
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Yea(uh huh)
What they want god?
Niggaz know the deal here
It's real...yea
[Verse 1]
I was told ?get money?, stack what I can
Born In the Vile, a nigga never ran
Ran over, double crossed, killed for a stack of green one's
Now I live life, do or die, Marcy, son, evrybody trying to survive
Maintain yo strip, cokaine this shit
We ain't leavin till we drain this shit
Playin this shit, street life, but most of y'all hate Bleek right?
I'm supposed to keep heat right?
So you can haul the heat right, who really give a fuck though
I grew up amongst cut-throats, nigga, we all want dough
It's a all out thing, drugz produce cream, gunz produce human beingz
Nigga what you think? I got one, stop one, Naw
Drop one, can't stop one, I'm here till the copz come
[Chorus]
If you got money, everybody wants some
If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some
Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some
When a nigga get right, everybody wants some
If you got money, everybody wants some
If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some
Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some
When a nigga get right, everybody wants some
[Verse 2]
By my area code, you know I'm able to roll
I'm a Brook-Nam nigga, we lock and load
Dodge y'all, my hungry niggaz spot y'all
Ready to bury niggaz wit 50 shots y'all
You hot god
Stop y'all, from poppin y'all lil nickels to morocan zones
I'm making somebody cripple
The strip's the issue and my dogz will siC you
While yo body bag flow, the body bag's full
I twist Kelly over backboard, ready to puish the Caddy on the curb
And smack dudes, I'm wit O.G cars, flip Oz's huh?
Don't sleep huh
I'm tryin to eat huh
Real to the heart, you real?
We can start a lil somethin togetha, start frontin togetha
Get this money right, muthafuck, hater niggaz
Shots to them traitor niggaz, and fake niggaz
Yo, muthafuckazz...
[Chorus]
If you got money, everybody wants some
If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some
Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some
When a nigga get right, everybody wants some
If you got money, everybody wants some
If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some
Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some
When a nigga get right, everybody wants some
[Verse 3]
Yo Dead or alive
I'm forced to put the metal to guyz
Raise my right under oath, I ain't tellin no lies
I'm wanted alive, last nigga try to survive
Blast niggaz, you can ask niggaz how to get by
Stay rollin alive, brand choclates huh
Gunz so big, by time you see the spark, you die
Niggaz ordered a spy, won't stop till we all in the sky
Or get caught bustin down the pie
Crack a bottle for niggaz who ain't here or doin time
In the box, gettin stops, burnt blocks for dimes
All my niggaz sittin, tented wit .9mm's
Been doin or still in it wit crimes, Fuck the innocent kind
I ain't repentin till I die, gettin head is my aliby
I wasn't there when niggaz blazed and that coward died
I'll make a stiff make you niggaz raise up, blaze up
Yo last days is up, Mufuckazzz....
[Chorus]
If you got money, everybody wants some
If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some
Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some
When a nigga get right, everybody wants some
If you got money, everybody wants some
If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some
Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some
When a nigga get right, everybody wants some
If you got money, everybody wants some
If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some
Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some
When a nigga get right, everybody wants some
Muthafuckaz........
Faggot ass niggaz always want some when
A nigga get some Get yo own you bastardz
My clique gon forever shine for Nine-Nine
Past three like the year, want it?
Get it nigga.....
The song "Everybody" by Memphis Bleek featuring Carl Thomas is a rap that talks about the reality of living in the streets where money, drugs, and violence are rampant. The verses are centered around getting money, surviving, and dealing with rivals. In the first verse, Memphis Bleek raps about growing up in a violent environment where people got killed over money. He talks about living life on the streets, where everyone struggles to survive by any means necessary. The chorus talks about the aspect of the culture where everybody wants some of what you have, be it money, fame, or success. In the second verse, he talks about his neighborhood, how it's tough and how you have to be ready to protect yourself. He also discusses his involvement in illegal activities and how he's willing to do whatever it takes to get by. The final verse talks about his disregard for human life and how he's willing to kill anyone that threatens his life.
Line by Line Meaning
Yea(uh huh)
Intro
What they want god?
Asking what people desire
Niggaz know the deal here
People know what’s real here
I was told ?get money?, stack what I can
Advice to earn and save money
Born In the Vile, a nigga never ran
Never fled from the place I was raised
Seen niggaz get cut, shot, stabbed up and kidnapped
Witnessed violence and danger
Ran over, double crossed, killed for a stack of green one's
People dying for money
Now I live life, do or die, Marcy, son, evrybody trying to survive
Living a difficult life where everyone is struggling
Maintain yo strip, cokaine this shit
Keep control of your position, sell cocaine
We ain't leavin till we drain this shit
Won’t leave until everything is sold
Playin this shit, street life, but most of y'all hate Bleek right?
Living street life but disliked by most
I'm supposed to keep heat right?
I’m expected to carry guns
So you can haul the heat right, who really give a fuck though
People only care about their own interests
I grew up amongst cut-throats, nigga, we all want dough
Grew up with dangerous people and everyone wants money
It's a all out thing, drugz produce cream, gunz produce human beingz
Money comes from drugs, people come from guns
Nigga what you think? I got one, stop one, Naw
Got a gun to defend myself, not to kill anyone
Drop one, can't stop one, I'm here till the copz come
Will shoot to stay alive, won't back down
If you got money, everybody wants some
People are envious of wealth
If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some
People want to copy successful rappers
Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some
People want to get involved in drug dealing
When a nigga get right, everybody wants some
People want to share in another person’s success
By my area code, you know I'm able to roll
Familiar with the streets in my area
I'm a Brook-Nam nigga, we lock and load
I’m from Brooklyn and ready for anything
Dodge y'all, my hungry niggaz spot y'all
Avoid trouble, my crew is looking for targets
Ready to bury niggaz wit 50 shots y'all
Ready to kill with multiple bullets
You hot god
You think you’re successful
Stop y'all, from poppin y'all lil nickels to morocan zones
Don’t get too excited about your small success
I'm making somebody cripple
Hurt people to make money
The strip's the issue and my dogz will siC you
Dealing drugs on the street is problematic and my crew will act
While yo body bag flow, the body bag's full
While you continue with your dangerous life, the casualties mount up
I twist Kelly over backboard, ready to puish the Caddy on the curb
I can harm anyone who threatens me or my people.
And smack dudes, I'm wit O.G cars, flip Oz's huh?
I am hanging with wealthy people and making drug deals
Don't sleep huh
Don’t relax, be alert
I'm tryin to eat huh
Trying to make a living
Real to the heart, you real?
Are you genuinely serious?
We can start a lil somethin togetha, start frontin togetha
We can go into business together and pretend to be successful
Get this money right, muthafuck, hater niggaz
Let’s earn money and not worry about people who dislike us
Shots to them traitor niggaz, and fake niggaz
Harming disloyal or phony people
Yo, muthafuckazz...
End of verse insult
Yo Dead or alive
Addressing someone who’s status is unknown
I'm forced to put the metal to guyz
Forced to use a gun to protect myself
Raise my right under oath, I ain't tellin no lies
Swearing to tell the truth
I'm wanted alive, last nigga try to survive
Police want to arrest me and a last person who tried ended up dead
Blast niggaz, you can ask niggaz how to get by
Killing people to stay alive, ask my crew for advice
Stay rollin alive, brand choclates huh
Still alive, selling drugs to make money and bragging about it
Gunz so big, by time you see the spark, you die
Using large guns to kill quickly
Niggaz ordered a spy, won't stop till we all in the sky
Enemies are sending undercover spies and we won’t stop fighting until dead
Or get caught bustin down the pie
Or get arrested during a drug deal
Crack a bottle for niggaz who ain't here or doin time
Drinking to remember friends who are dead or in jail
In the box, gettin stops, burnt blocks for dimes
Friends in jail, drugs being confiscated, selling drugs on dangerous blocks for very little money
All my niggaz sittin, tented wit .9mm's
All of my crew is armed with guns
Been doin or still in it wit crimes
Been committing crimes or still involved in them
Fuck the innocent kind
Disrespect for people who aren’t involved in criminal activities
I ain't repentin till I die, gettin head is my aliby
Not feeling remorseful until I die and receiving oral sex is my excuse
I wasn't there when niggaz blazed and that coward died
Wasn’t involved in a particular violent incident
I'll make a stiff make you niggaz raise up, blaze up
Will kill someone and make your crew retaliate with gunfire
Yo last days is up, Mufuckazzz....
End of song insult
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Written by: MALIK COX, MALIK DESHAWN COX, SIDNEY BROWN
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