Let's Go

Ayo, Free
I don't think they understand what's about to pop off right now
Let 'em know who's in the house
Roc-A-Fella Records, state properly
Memphis Bleek, Freeway, Just Blaze
Let's go! Yeah (whoo!)
(Just Blaze)

It's the year 2003, and we facing off
And we got what it takes to ball
If you got what it takes for defense
When you leave the bench
Bring your ball game, sneaks, and all
Get lost, if you ain't come to win
Don't got what it takes to play
It's NBA and we break the rim
Post up and shoot the J
Get the rebound, do it again

He scores! That's two more points
Add it to the scoreboard, wave to the crowd
Acting all wild, didn't see my coach
Took it overboard, got a flagrant foul
Ouch! That hurt a little
But I got what it takes to win
Cross over, then I work the middle (Roc)
Take mine, shoot from the line (uh)
Wound up scoring again (yo), it's Live

This is the EA Bleek 'cause I'm in the game
I play zone D, nobody don't drive the lane
Can't knock when I'm hot, stop pull up J or
Cross 'em over to the paint all day or
Thread the needle like Magic in his prime
Trust you gotta foul me, send me to the line
'Cause it's free throws (yo), and I'm good with those
Off the glass, the free, he's good with those

And the squad camped out getting housed around
Coach, you gotta sub 'em 'til a couple of 'em down
But me, I'm gon' do it 'til it finish
I ball all four quarters, all 48 minutes
Me, MVP, they envy Bleek
'Cause the squad getting hot live
We East champs, dog, get it right
Trust you wanna play, bring your ball and your Nikes
Let's go!



Credits
Writer(s): Eve Jeffers, Jason Phillips, Justin Gregory Smith, Frankie Beverly
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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