Ay bruh, I'ma tell you on some real shit homie
You know what I'm sayin', you can't let this shit get to you dog
Know what I'm sayin', it aint no pressure out there my nigga
Everybody fucks wit' you cause of what you do my nigga
What you say, what you speak on these motherfuckin' beats nigga
Only thing I can motherfuckin' tell you on some real G shit
Is to stay focused and let these niggaz know you still the...
Realest nigga alive
You could see it in my eyes
I aint playin wit 'em homie
Yeah I'm strapped when I ride
You real nigga yeah he keep it way hood
To govern a bitch, I make Georgia look good
Those a hundred proof nigga tell you different, he a liar
Drop 1 album, set the world on fire
I will not stop and I wont retire
You niggaz smoke good, but I stay higher
Take 'em back to the white lex bubble
Could of told back then that dem boys was in trouble
Trend setter like the boy Don Cannon
I started makin' dollars then it started makin' cents
I used to share my room with the roaches and the rats
My lil' cousin Paul and my uncle, Bo' Slick
Used to get 'em by the hunderds nigga, you can ask Slick
Bet Jeezy pack the dough homie just like Vick
You Know What It Is...
I can't even lie
A day like this
Hey, it's gonna be a hell of a night
Homie you know what it is
Cause I'm so fly
Ya eyes don't lie
You fukin wit a gangsta tonight
Baby, you know what It is
I can't even lie
A day like this
Hey, it's gonna be a hell of a night
Homie you know what it is
Cause I'm so high
My eyes don't lie
You fuckin wit a gangsta tonight
Baby, you know what it is
I gave 'em my heart, they lent me they ears
This is the best gangsta shit that you've heard in years
I try to told dem niggaz keep one in the plastic
July 26, ya boy delivered a classic
I walk through the fire, gasoline doors
I dun seen everything nigga, and i dun sold it all
New whips every month, nigga i dun drove it all
Pocket full of bread, nigga bet i blow it all
And then we go to jail, and think about it all
Nuthin else to do, so we ball till' we fall
Baby on the way, I'm just waitn on the call
Told her bring her her friends, we gon run through 'em all
Lets get it, she know what it is...
I can't even lie
A day like this
Hey, it's gonna be a hell of a night
Homie you know what it is
Cause I'm so fly
Ya eyes don't lie
You fukin wit a gangsta tonight
Baby, you know what It is
I can't even lie
A day like this
Yey, it's gonna be a hell of a night
Homie you know what it is
Cause I'm so high
My eyes don't lie
You fuckin wit a gangsta tonight
Baby, you know what It is
I'm ya hoods last hopes
I'm the El' Capi'tan
Ask about me in the city
I'm the motherfuckin' man
Head above war, we call it 10 doors down
We hustle right here, work 10 doors down
Live life like a lottery, I call it the big game
Investigate it for me, I call it the big change
I sleep when I'm gone, yeah I'm tryna get to it
It's like a Nike campagne the way ya' boy just do it
Aye!, the paper keeps coming
yeah, it flows like fluid
Get a 50 pack and we run right through it
Make dem boys tuck it in cause I'm all iced out
87-32 yeah, you know what I'm about
HA HA, you know what it is...
I can't even lie
A day like this
Hey, it's gonna be a hell of a night
Homie you know what it is
Cause I'm so fly
Ya eyes don't lie
You fukin wit a gangsta tonight
Last time I checked I was the man on these streets
They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats
Got diareah flow, now I shit on niggaz
Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggaz (let's get it on)
Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom
They blowin purple shit that keep me high like the moon
Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know hitman
Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know hitman
Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know hitman
I'm a hater like you, fuck my wristband
Nigga sneak this, and that ain't how we play
Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ (that's right, dramatic nigga)
Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill (that's right)
Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill
Last time I checked I was the man on these streets
They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats
Got diareah flow, now I shit on niggaz
Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggaz (let's get it on)
Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom
They blowin purple shit that keep me high like the moon
Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know hitman
I'm a hater like you, fuck my wristband
Nigga sneak this, and that ain't how we play
Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ (that's right)
Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill
Went from old school chevys
To beamer coupes
Got a 100 niggaz with me and everybody gon shoot (yeaaaa)
Try me nigga, that's your first mistake
Eat your lil ass up like a chanterelle plate
The whole pie like Dominoes, yes indeed
I'm tryna stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese
You can try dog, but it ain't easy
Mix the flake with the soda, got Young Jeezy (damnnn)
You still wanna talk Blow man?
Soft White like Alaska, call me Snowman
Smoke purp by the pound, Goose by the fifth
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga
Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth
Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga)
Yea, back up in the hood again, where it's all good again
Ridin candy slab, grippin on the wood again
Outta line niggaz get back in place where you shoulda been
In case you don't understand, we'll make it understood again
King of the underground, my gangsta will never fail
You bout to make me go postal for fuckin with my mail
You got the connect, but you ain't got the clientele
You the hoax and niggaz know it, that shit ain't hard to tell
Rat bitch, recognize that your cheese ain't been to sales
I'm fina break some bread with the feds, you dumb as hell
I been around the block before, sold it all for rock to blow
And I don't fuck around, when the feds in town I got to go
Respect my mind cause I'm a trill old schooler
Summertime get too hot I wait for winter when its cooler
UGK for life, free the pimp, you know the deal
In PAT it's Trap Or Die and we ain't down for gettin killed
Smoke purp by the pound, Goose by the fifth
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga
Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth
Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga
We think like mathematicians, move like mobsters
It's bout to be a grizzly winter nigga straight monster (real nigga)
I'm posted up with my big schlapps, big snakes, big straps
You don't wanna feel that
Street addicts get a buzz from the hustlin
Fuck the government, we got our own, the Track-Publicans
Chillin pimp niggaz don't know the first thing about the block
I'm 279 grams of straight drop out the pot
Real street niggaz, all the ghetto hoes on our jock
When I hit the strip, all my troops listen while I talk
This what I tell em, "Take these yams lil man
break it down, get back, see a couple grams"
And don't talk to square niggaz, you know, spongebobs
Kanye West niggaz, talking through the wire dawg
Watch for goonies when you got it, niggaz wanna rob
And pull a staff and quarterback 'em like Brett Favre
Smoke purp by the pound, Goose by the fifth
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga
Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth
Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeaaaa)
Jeezy?...
What up.
Where u at?
Shit I’m in tha hood where u think I’m at man ya kno, shit...
Still commin ova?
Eh man what I tell ya earlier man I’ll be through there man.
Uhh, I’ve been watin for ya since u left me...
Sss, that’s how you feel?
Hum hum hum, Yea...
Red dogs hit my trap
Got me four a half a song been trapin' all day
Can't wait to get home,
Shawty in the bed she ain't got no panties on
Soon as I hit the door she already know it's on,
2 logs 2 shots of patron greygoose got her loose
A triple stack and it's on talking dirty on the chirp
Getting my grown man on
Get up in the guts
You know it's on 'til the morning
Got one baby mama, no bitch, no wife
Like pac, ya need a thug in your life (yea…)
A young nigga to straight come through and beat it up
Let ya man be the freak, he can eat it up (ha haa)
Shorty got that fire she ain't let me down yet (nope)
Got a Aquafina flow, call it wet wet (damnn)
Baby good with her mouth, says the right things
Got a head on her shoulders, she does the right things (ha haa)
She a bad bitch, ya'll ready know
Face like Trina, and an ass like Jacki-o (ohh)
Got a gangsta on a mission (mission)
Best believe I know all the right positions (that’s right..)
She like it slow from the front, fast from the back (back)
Put the pound game on her, hit her from the back (Jeahh)
I’m young and thuggin, I don’t give a fuck
He can make love to you, I'ma beat it up...
Me & shawty in the coop, lord knows she’s a star (star)
For some strange reason she likes to do it in the car (damnn)
She ain't the type that be running her mouth (nope)
So I keep it gangsta with her, let her come to the house (eyy)
Let her play madden wit slick, when we in the bedroom she like to play with the stick (yea...)
know just how to handle her (how...)
No amateur baby, I got stamina (jeah)
Jeezy in the deck, now she grindin to the beat (beat)
Legs vibratin, now she messin up my sheets (ha haa)
Got a fistful of hair, and a fistful of ass (ass)
She came first, I came last, roll tha grass...(eyy)
We pull bad hoes, rip them, push them to the side
Cuz real players, keep reserves when its clinch time
Matter fact, my bottom bitch love to ride pine
She know when daddy leave the block, that its cut time
I'm in the trenches, getting riches wit my comrades
We 4 hoes up, like slacks in the player path
Pretty skin, silky hair, plus that ass fat (uh huh)
Fresh kicks on your feet, ya I'm diggin that
Slick Canseco, ya boys slingin wood bitch
You want that straight drop dick
Come to the hood bitch
I like scout them ghetto hoes up in 20 grand
Cuz them the ones be wit that freaky shit man
2 drinks, 3 beans, now she rollin man
The tool in her throat, I'm just tonsil patrollin man
True pro's with this shit, we ain't new jacks
Like the person needs his soul “uh huh, jeah”
Fight the will “ay” to need his own “ay, ay, ay”
“Just talk to em for a minute, ay just talk to em for a minute”
Like the baby “ay” needs to cry “uh huh jeah”
if you go “ay" I swear “jeah” ill die “ay, ay, ay”
How the fuck im free out here and you locked in there
Your whole family acts like I ont care
They don’t know about the nights I just lay in my bed
I cant even sleep I just lay in my bed
Eyes full of tears and a heart full of pain
Take deep breathes everytime I hear your name
You was more than family you was like my brother
So when the shit went down its like I lost my brother “ay”
And I wish we could trade places
Swear to GOD dawg wish we could trade places
Livin a life of crime, but it wasn’t your life it was more like mine
I often think about the close calls we had
And I often think about the close brawls we had
And I love my nigga what you know bout that
And ill do anything to get golmouf back talk to em
Like the person needs his soul
Fight the will to need his own
“Make em understand, ay, please, make em understand“
Like the baby “please, look, ay”
needs to cry “make em understand, ay, ay, ay”
if you go I swear ill die
“make em understand, jeah, ay, talk to em ay, ay, ay”
Mel man you my heart I swear to god “swear to god”
Knew you was real man I saw it from the start “from the start”
Even when I was wrong my nigga had my back “yeah”
Even when I was right my nigga had my back “damn right”
We used to laugh wouldn’t shit funny “naw”
Late night at my grandma house counting money
I trust you with my life dawg if I was married id trust you with my wife dawg
Any given time a half a mill in your possession
You aint called in two days man I still wasn’t stressing “naw:
Cause when I talk my nigga listen “listened”
Switch shit you used to help me with them pigeons
“Earnest” Earnest T. wont talk to me dawg and it hurts “it hurts”
She treats a nigga like im the scum of the life “scum of the earth”
In your eyes I couldn’t do no wrong “naw” so to you I dedicate this song “talk to em”
Like the person “ay” needs his soul “ay”
Fight the will “talk to em for me my nigga” to need his own
“gotta feel me on this one, jeah, ay, talk to em in tongues nigga,
do it make these niggas understand”
Like the baby “ay” needs to “I love you Mat Lou”
cry “uh huh, talk to em”
if you go “I ont think they understand me my nigga”
I swear ill die “jeah, talk to em, ay, ay, ay”
Must’ve bust ten rounds through the strap in your lap
Knew I was a gangsta I wasn’t going for that
Pussy nigga in my yard talkin shit
Know’in damn well I was on some G shit
Let the whole clip ride and didn’t think
Let the whole clip ride and didn’t blink
You told me kindly not to bring the white in your house
And then what I do bring the white in the house
Bricks in the addict and yean know
Your grandson killin em he getting 24
Feds at the door im out of town
Yean tell em shit, you held me down
Now a-days I rock the mic im getting paid for that
And all the shit I been through im getting paid for that
Always said I would make, wish you could see me now
But if I tried to tell her she probably wouldn’t believe me now
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood
All's well that ends well
Outside watering their lawn and shit
Birds are chirping, dogs are barking
It's beautiful
That may be your hood but this is my hood...
Got the red dogs trippin' and these niggaz still snitchin
The old lady across the street still bitchin
It's 3 in the mornin take your old ass to sleep
The third time she's called the police this week
Lookin' at my Franck Muller, it's about that time
Your folks just left so I'm on my grind
Said you wanna two-fifty cause you need that nine
I want that bread but I don't need that dime
Charger fresh out the shop with that suicide doors
Swear I died and came back alive
With 22 inches all under the frame
Keep my pocket full of bread, you niggaz know the name
Jeezy like to drink
Jeezy like to smoke
Jeezy like to mix arm and hammer with his coke
Jeezy at the trap
Jeezy like to grind
Jeezy bout his paper
Cuz Jeezy like to shine
Sold those squares yeah I cooked them o's
Guilty as charged yeah I rock them shows
I can't even lie yeah i fucked them hoes
Trapped all day spent it all on clothes
Shop all day till the mall is clothed
Come back to the trap get my pockets swoll
Fruitopia, smoke blueberry
Mix it with the purp, we call it cranberry
The Bin Laden clips yeah they came with the chopper
Got a slick mouth I hope you came with a doctor
The boy stacks cheese like it came with the whopper
Stay fly like I came in a chopper
Ain't shit shakin but the leaves in the trees
Between me and you I got a deal on the ki's
Six in one run, laid a mil on the trees
Hit the broad every night, keep a plug on the white
Mr. 17-5, you niggaz know the name
Why y'all playin y'all know it ain't a game
This is me motherfucker, why would I ever change
120 carats, you niggaz see the chain
I'm a bathing ape fanatic
Red monkey junkie
Glass pots on the stove got the kitchen smellin funky
Sold a million records but I still flip them blocks
[Hook:]
Yayo Good Mornin [x3]
I know you been here to owe me
Yayo Good Mornin [x3]
I know you been here to owe me
Cause I see you watchin
As long as you know
That I get it poppin
I see these hatin ass nigga just on my spot
Were he still won't give my spot
Cause I'm a real street nigga still stuntin on the end gettin mad cause the nigga won't stop
Gotcha girlfriend actin like a groupie
Ya know Ya know Ya know Ya know now
You know my life just like a movie
Ya know Ya know Ya know Ya know now
Everybody know what the truth be
Ya know Ya know Ya know Ya know now
12 D's in this bitch like ooo wee
Ya know Ya know Ya know Ya know now
[Verse:]
My triggas my struts that's all that I need
With all my money and all of my weed
Kill myself baby Kurt Cobain
And I'm thinkin bout changin my name to cocaine
Step up in this bitch like 1000 grams
Bout to leave this bitch with 1000 pounds
In a brand new Rarri no D8
All cause I'm use to sellin a retail
Don't you just love how I put it in deep sale
Tell many phone I have until he sell
So here we go two nines want split
So break it up that about 8 vits
Mo bricks mo chips
Mo money mo flips
Mo bread mo bitches
Got a ziplock bag full of 42 fitz
[Hook:]
Yayo Good Mornin [x3]
I know you been here to owe me
Yayo Good Mornin [x3]
I know you been here to owe me
Cause I see you watchin
As long as you know
That I get it poppin
I see these hatin ass nigga just on my spot
Were he still won't give my spot
Cause I'm a real street nigga still stuntin on the end gettin mad cause the nigga won't stop
Gotcha girlfriend actin like a groupie
Ya know Ya know Ya know Ya know now
You know my life just like a movie
Ya know Ya know Ya know Ya know now
Everybody know what the truth be
Ya know Ya know Ya know Ya know now
12 D's in this bitch like ooo wee
Win, win win, win win, win, win win, win win
Win, win win, win win, win, win win, win win
Turn the deuce to a 4 to a 9, made history
Half to a whole over night this is victory
Win, win win, win win, win, win win, win win
A hundred bottles in a club at one time, ain't shit to me
So tonight everything's on me, this is victory
They like God damn young, nigga where that album at
Nigga talking like he fell off, just imagine that
Know anything about young when we ain't havin' that
Flip a 20 milli 20 more he a acrobat
Think I came on this way so ya'll can out a nigga
Took them road trips whole thangs so y'all can doubt a nigga
Who you think count the money up the rubber band clan
Put it in the chevy turn the tops the rubber band ban
3 9 24 to deuces that's a 36, show you niggas how to out cash bought me 30 bricks
Counting in my man's apartment, in his living room
Paper all on the tv, need some living room
Win, win win, win win, win, win win, win win
Turn the deuce to a 4 to a 9, made history
Half to a whole over night this is victory
Win, win win, win win, win, win win, win win
A hundred bottles in a club at one time, ain't shit to me
So tonight everything's on me, this is victory
Still the trapper of the year where the fuck my trophy at
Ever was a real nigga title guess who's holding that
Popping Rozay in the club guess who tolding that
Standing on the stage making rain guess who showed em that
And I ain't never took nobody to the spot, half a million there
Before I ever even seen a mic was a millionaire
Seen Jizzle stunting on Gangland
Diamonds in the chain, if you look a little closer
Diamonds spell his name
Put the hundreds with the hundreds yeah that's right straighten up the mail
Got enough shit in my head to send me straight to jail
Welcome to a day in the life, they just talking drugs
Co sign half these niggas, I'm the fucking plug
Win, win win, win win, win, win win, win win
Win, win win, win win, win, win win, win win
Turn the deuce to a 4 to a 9, made history
Half to a whole over night this is victory
Win, win win, win win, win, win win, win win
A hundred bottles in a club at one time, ain't shit to me
[Young Jeezy]
One in the hole, cause these n-ggas will test ya
Them indictments come round, that shit there, stress ya
FBI, GBI, either way they aint playing
Nothin' stopping this money, guess that's all that I'm saying
2 milli in cash, that paper look like it standing
Even taller than me, that paper look like its canon
Take them bricks out the bag, them bitches look like they pilin'
Stack them up on the dresser, bitches look like they smilin'
Then it's back to the soda, back to the yoda
All this white in this kitchen I got this bitch looking polar
Another 300 racks, thats in the safe in the closet
Got the pyrex at hand, going hard at the faucet
[hook]
you know the world is waiting
waiting on 103
they waiting, they waiting, they waiting, they waiting
we need some motivation, vation
so won't you come motivate me?
they waiting, they waiting, they waiting
[verse 1]
i done told y'all, and told y'all, and told y'all again
play the game, play the game, play the game yeah to win
i ain't lose, i don't lose, i ain't lose, never lost
always on, keepin' on, always on, never off
what the f-ck is you hating for like you done something for a nigga?
would call you out, but that wouldn't do shit for a nigga
i made it this far, a fool with my foolish pride
look at me what you see? a fool and his foolish ride
y'all know damn well i wouldn't lettin' you niggas down
just to sit back and watch you led by these f-ckin clowns
4 hours in, niggas still talking this real shit
3 classics in nigga, and that's on some real shit
b!tch, i'm legendary, b!tch i'm a living legend
been through straight hell so i can get street heaven
b!tch i'm jeezy, the one you've been waiting for
and them ? is off-set, don't they look like they skatin ho?
[hook]
you know the world is waiting
waiting on 103
they waiting, they waiting, they waiting, they waiting
we need some motivation, vation
so won't you come motivate me?
they waiting, they waiting, they waiting
[verse 2]
b!tch i was born high, and that's how i'm dying nigga
eyes wide shut with my finger on the cold trigger
be hearing my word, now don't it sound like my soul bleeding
hearing my word, now don't it sound like my soul reading
i do it for street niggas and every nigga that's like you
let's see if you can afford one, even niggas that buy two
can't believe what i'm hearing, can't believe what ya saying
all that i did, god damn, this how you try to play me
feeling my words when i be talking that street talk
no, you be feeling my words when i be talking that street smart
yeah, school of hard knocks, yeah b!tch i graduated
straight to them hard blocks and nothing was barricaded
[hook]
you know the world is waiting
waiting on 103
they waiting, they waiting, they waiting, they waiting
we need some motivation, vation
so won't you come motivate me?
(Intro)
oh yeah, oh yeah,(yeah)that mixtape on the way nigga,(oh yeah?)know what that mean..what dat mean? sorry for you niggas (F! A!) lets go.
(Chorus)
Hop up out the benzz,
turn the scale onn,
took a hook at dat work and say wusup,(sup)
yeahhhh we gettin money unhh (unhh)
Hop up out the benzz,
turn the scale onn,
took a hook at dat work and say wusup, (sup)
yeahhh we gettin money unhh (unhh) (go)
(Verse 1)
They say the hood lookin for ya
tell em bounce back
gotta feed the streets
youngins in ya contract
right here, page 1, paragraph 3,
do what the fuck you wanna do
nigga just feed the streets
number one, try ta pay 28 bads
have the nerve to be short 28 grams
ion need to take it far
somebody stole one
so what da fuck you wanna say
somebody owe one
good dick, tatoo, bitches like that
talk to em and it got a braid
the bitches like that
they say its all about the fit,
I say the right hat
they say its all about the kicks,
I say the right stack. (Ayyy) (Ohh)
(Chorus)
Hop up out the benzz,
turn the scale onn,
took a hook at dat work and say wusup,(sup) (Yeah)
yeahhhh we gettin money unhh (unhh)
Hop up out the benzz,
turn the scale onn,
took a hook at dat work and say wusup, (sup)
yeahhh we gettin money unhh (unhh)
(Verse 2)
I feel like stuntin tonight
got all my chains on
Nigga yeen said shit
thats my theme song
And if ya ain't gettin money
then ya themes wrong
And if ya ain't dream livin
then ya dream wrong
white fours, white brick,
thats my dream house
100 bricks the long way
thats my dream couch
Can you imagine me just sittin on dem shits,
wait for da drop to roll around,
I make a killin on dem ships,
man its such a beautiful day,
do some lawn work,
and if ya mention yall dead,
thats why my arm hurt,
23 for the B,
das dat Lebron work,
home invaders ion know why the long work..
(Chorus)
Hop up out the benzz,
turn the scale onn,
took a hook at dat work and say wusup,(sup)
yeahhhh we gettin money unhh (unhh)
Hop up out the benzz,
turn the scale onn,
took a hook at dat work and say wusup, (sup)
yeahhh we gettin money unhh (unhh)
Came through wyling in the Valley
And we still smoking on purple Cali
Inhale, exhale, need an ashtray
Paid for a Lamborghini with my ashtray
[Hook:]
Richest nigga in my hood: call me Donald Trump
The type that count my money while I smoke a blunt
Pull up and serve a nigga 9 with the [?] pump
Keep that money on my mind, kilo in the trunk
Kilo in the trunk, I got a kilo in the trunk
Richest nigga in my hood, I'm the Donald Trump
Pull up and serve a nigga 9 with the [?] pump
2.5 for the condo
Neighbors think I play ball: they call me Rondo
Top of the world, nigga fuck a hater
I'm the shit nigga, Louis V toilet paper
Now everything's platinum, fuck a silver spoon
I can watch a Braves game from my living room
2 AK's by my [?]
Quarter [?] of rose: that's what my shorts drink
Got a red bitch, all she wear is red bottoms
Red [?] on the Rari: we call them red bottoms
200 is [?] take up the whole vault
And when I send my [?] she take the whole vault
[Hook]
I should paint it camouflage and call it "Rambo"
Young fly Flex: he's the lady's choice
"I'm about to buy the house" in my Birdman's voice
Got a hundred put away for my lawyer fee
That's a hundred for the case: guess the lawyer was free
I'm into big boy [?]
My new crip and Beretta [?]
Felt sorry for my mate, I gave that girl a face
They say he got too many chains: I be cleaning for days
200 this screen take up the whole wall
And when I send my pistol [?]
[Hook]
[Birdman:]
Ducktape the work, Bird's gone to work
Shittin on the work, wasn't into work
Majored in the game, dumping out a Range
Moving whole thangs, spittin fire flames
Hit em high and low, fuck going to court
Picture no-show: trunk full of dough
[Intro:]
Yea (Yea)
I Said yea Nigga
Yea (Yea)
I'm Trippin
I'm Tripper
I'm Trippin Nigga
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Look What The Fucks Up Heard It's Going Down
Headin To My Bitchs House On The Other Side Of Town
Plus That Remy Got My Head Going Round And Round
100 Mils A Hour And I'm Smellin Like Half A Pound
As Soon As I Hit The Door She Coming Out Her Panties
Got A Nigga Excited Like I Won My First Grammy
I'm A Boss Motherfucker I Do It B.I.G
Tell King Kong He Ain't Got Shit On Me
87 Head To Toe I Got That Shit On Me
And Yea Your Girl A Real Rider She Like To Sit On Me
I Told Her All The Sites Zone You Can Chill On Me
And I Don't Want Your Bitch Holmes So You Can Chill On Me
And If The Nigga Insecure Then You Can Count On Young
100 Percent Guarantee He Won't Get Sprung
He Was Blowing Up Our Phone And She Was On My Lap
The way She was Blowing Up My Bomb I Almost Forgot My Strap
[Chorus: x2]
I'm Trippin
I'm Trippin
I'm Trippin
I'm Trippin
I'm Trippin
I'm Trippin
I'm Trippin
And I Don't Know Why
[Verse 2:]
I'm Trippin Them All My Fault
The way I'm Switching On These Nigga They Call Me Flip Mode
Why Cause I Bust Them Out Then I Dig Em Out
Then I Roll A Spliff Then I Kick 'Em Out
Got My Rider Bra I Ain't Bring The Kittens Out
Cause I Ain't Nervous When A Nigga Bring The Spitters Out
They I'm Trippin I Say Chill Baby Calm Down
So You Just Standing There Teacher Get The Man Down
That Nigga Trippin Don't He Call Himself Young O Day?
Plus I Don't Play I Let It Spray I'm All About My Pay
And If You Think I'm Trippin Fuck You Have A Nice Day
And While You Think I'm Trippin I'll Be Trippin To The Base
[Chorus: x2]
I'm Trippin
I'm Trippin
I'm Trippin
I'm Trippin
I'm Trippin
I'm Trippin
I'm Trippin
And I Don't Know Why
I was chillin n da hood should I say da Trap
Niggas lookin 4 da work n know exactly where I'm at
Posted up I'm chillin stackin 2 da ceillin
Tryna figure out da fastest way grind up on a million
In a dope fein jacket she know dat I'm da man
Gotta in come tax check N she spent 3 grand
Keepa str8 shoota da girl got it bad
Caught her n da backyard breakin down brillo pads
Don't be cursin at my grandma watch ya mufuckin mouth
See me n da street don't be cumin 2 her house
There go robin ass Carlos I pay him no mind
Last nigga tried 2 get shot his ass 4x
Keep my ears 2 da street heard thru da grapevine
Him and dem niggas steady runnin with plottin on mine
Get how a live yea I'm ready 4 da static
50 round clip n it's fully automatic
Fresh outta work so I'm baggin up mo'
Til' my lil cousin told me dat my p.o. at da doe
Ain't dis boutta bitch
Hit da corner burnin
Curfews at 9 n it's only 7:30
So now I'm at my aunt's house I need 2 use da kitchen
No matta what I give her she be mufuckin trippin
She ask 4 800 hundred I gave her what I got
My shit ain't where I put who been fuckin with my pot?
She said nobody
I said I can't tell she said it's over there witcha' bags an ya' scale Gotta H-Town plate first thing n da moanin'
Headed 2 his front doe b4 da nigga start yawnin'
[Chorus:]
I'm talkin Trap files
Trap files
I'm talkin trap files
Trap files
I'm talkin trap files
I was cillin n da hood should I say da trap
Niggas lookin 4 da work n kno exactly where I'm at
Posted up chillin stackin 2 da ceillin
Tryna figure out da fastest way grind up on a million
Heard dis nigga buyin' cars man dis mufucka krazi
All dis playin phone tag nigga fuck u pay me
Get smash like potatoes 4 thinkin shit gravy
1 phone call il' have his whole body lazy
Plotican with da hommies all convicted felons
Been 2 prison 6x n ain't shit dat u can tellem'
And he rite back at it
Touchdown n December nigga dam near folded still I had 2 gang member First a nigga skool dem
Den I roll da dice went I tell da folks shit I need dem n my life
So now I'm pickin up my money
Tuck my pistol n my pants bet him 20/20 mo'
So I left it like a grand
Dope game bitch u can play if u wanna
Heard da feds snatch lil Tony dem' frum round da corner
Heard da nigga got caught with 2 bricks and a lima
Even picked up his girl n den they came n got his momma'
Gotta motor y tap shuda' heard it n his tone
Dis crack dummy ass nigga talkin reckless on da phone
[Oobie:] "why can't you ever spend any time with me? "
[Young Jeezy:] "Man I told you one time I got shit I gotta do man"
[Oobie:] "I don't wanna hear that shit! You need to start spending some time with me,
[Young Jeezy:] "Man you be with dat bullshit, man I'm tryna get this money man I gotta get this money"
[Oobie:] what about us? what about us? do you even care about me? do you even care?
[Young Jeezy:] "yea I care about you, I care but I gotta get this money baby I gotta get this money first"
[Oobie:] Act like it, Act Like It
[Young Jeezy:] You know what I'm sayin' but I'm a holla at chu, I'll be back, I'll be back
[Oobie:] "whateva"
[Chorus:]
Can you be my n-I-g-g-a?
My baby I sell blow and smoke dro all day a straight thug nigga baby look you know I'm living trife, you need somebody else in ya life, (but I wanna be with you) naw baby this ain't where you need to be cause I can't love you I'm too busy loving me I'm in the streets right now and I'm still on the grind to be on the real girl you wasting your time, you wasting ya time.
Shit I told you when we first met ain't shit shakin off the top lil mama cause I ain't cakin I'm tryna give you some game ya betta learn it, cause if I buy you somethin nice then ya earned it, it's about the money right now (shit) I'm on a mission so do ya part baby play your position, cause when it rains it pours when it's thunderin it's lightening being with a real nigga girl it's so exciting off the top lil mama I wanna thug ya a nigga just need to know that I can trust ya and every woman ain't a bitch and I know that now I wanna love ya so bad I just don't know how
[Chorus:]
(Can you be my n-I-g-g-a?)
My baby I sell blo and smoke dro all day, a straight thug nigga baby look you know I'm living trife, you need somebody else in ya life (but I wanna be with you) nah baby this ain't where you need to be (gotta be with you) cause I can't love you I'm too busy loving me I'm in the streets right now and I'm still on the grind to be on the real girl you wasting ya time, you wasting ya time
Shit I dig ya demeanor conversation and all when I got locked down you accepted my calls baby girl held it down visitation and all now ya nigga out and we gon ball and shot call yea I fucked them other hoes but they ain't mean shit though they just like the way my wrist glow, and if you just give me a lil time, baby girl everything'll be fine, me and my baby late night, smokin while we gansta fuck, it all started with head in the truck, and for that play girl I wanna thank ya, for keepin shit just so gansta.
[Chorus:]
(Can you be my n-I-g-g-a?)
My baby I sell blo and smoke dro all day, a straight thug nigga baby look you know I'm livin trife, you need somebody else in ya life (but I wanna be with you) nah baby this ain't where you need ta be (gotta be with you) cause I can't love you I'm too busy lovin me I'm in the streets right now and I'm still on the grind to be on the real girl you wasting ya time, you wasting ya time.
Now why you always gotta tell me bout the shit that I do knowin it's you baby girl that I come home to and when we first met girl I ain't really have shit, a box chevy and some good dick, but you so thick baby and I love to peep it, especially when you off in them victoria's secret, me and my baby grindin late night slow sex my baby girl she get so wet (so wet) and I do care, and that's a fact baby and if I ain't home you know I'm at the trap baby, just keep the faith and everything'll be straight I don't need an ole lady I need a teammate and we gon be straight
[Chorus: x2]
(Can you be my n-I-g-g-a?)
Ay, ay, you gotta believe, you gotta believe,
Ay, ay, you gotta believe, you gotta believe
"let's get it"
I used to hit the kitchen lights "lights" cockroaches everywhere
Hit the kitchen lights "lights", now it's marble floors everywhere "ha-ha"
Call the carpenter, the roof on the coups gone "jeah"
Give a fuck what he sold i'm the truth holms "that's right"
Kitchen fumed up, niggas jamming 2pac "jeah"
Get my Benni Hanna's on workin' 2 pots "damn"
Baby need shoes partner need bail money
Blood hound for the bread I just smell money
You niggas just write I recollect "recollect"
Hands on Jeezy really counted them checks "yea"
I'm Donald Trump in a white tee and white ones "yeah"
The conversation is money nigga, you want some? "ay"
Ay, ay, ay you gotta believe, Ay, you gotta believe. Ay,
You ain't never seen them pies
I'm talkin' so much white, it'll hurt your eyes
I really lived it man, counting so much paper, it'll hurt your hands
"let's get it"
I'm what the streets made me, a product of my environment "jeah"
Took what the streets gave me, a product of my environment "ay"
Now it's 28 inches on a brand new hummer "humma"
Telling you right now it's gone be a cold summa "yeah"
Blew the brains out the Chevy call it suicide "Side"
It's a way of life that's how us young niggas ride "that's right"
Trap or die gave 'em hope
They waiting on the sequel "jeah"
It's clear to see the boy Jeezy do it for the people "Ay"
Ay, ay, ay you gotta believe, Ay, you gotta believe. Ay,
You ain't never seen them pies
I'm talkin' so much whit it'll hurt your eyes
I really lived it man counting so much paper it'll hurt your hands
I'm the author of the book, yea a genius wrote it "jeah"
There's a message in my words you gotta decode it "ay"
I seen it all every gram every bird "what"
I spit the truth every noun every verb "that's right"
I never exaggerated one line one dime "dime"
Never lied to the people not one time "neva"
A hard head make a soft ass "ay" and hard white it get you str8 cash "ha-ha"
Ay, ay, ay you gotta believe, Ay, you gotta believe. Ay,
You ain't never seen them pies
I'm talkin' so much whit it'll hurt your eyes
Ride on these niggaz
I ride on these niggaz
I ride on these niggaz (hahaaa)
I ride on these niggaz
Let's get it!
Super charger, the same color as PJ
(yeaaaaah) I got a champagne range
Pick niggaz off, I got a night-scope aim (Bah)
Audio, video, you caught on tape
That's a way to get ya ass sent Upstate (dayyyum)
In '9-AY! I took them trips down to Lauderdale
Back and forth, like Aliyah
Chances of gettin' rich is like one-in-a-million
(hahaaaaa) Or more like two-in-a-billion
Flashin' lights, my mind's playin' tricks on me
But the Minuteman still do tricks on me
Swear the feds just starin' at a nigga
You know, you feelin' ya heart fall into ya feet
Summertime niggaz still ridin' with the heat
Jeezy De Niro, Snowman Pacino
Real niggaz love me because I talk that lingo
And I'm the muhfuckin' realist...
They lies, they phonies, they fakes,
These niggaz ain't never sold the weight
And I'm the muhfuckin' realist...
They lies, they phonies, they fakes,
These niggaz ain't never sold the weight
And I'm the muhfuckin' realist...
They lies, they phonies, they fakes,
These niggaz ain't never touched the weight
And I'm the muhfuckin' realist...
They lies, they phonies, they fakes,
These niggaz ain't never touched the weight
And I'm the muhfuckin' realist...
Nowadays the GT's glock black (cheaaa!)
The shoes on that motherfucking 3-80 chrome
Gotta be careful what you say on the phone
I'm 36 O's away
From givin' the mic up and goin' back to the streets (naww)
What's the difference, I still eat the same
A nigga paranoid, I still sleep the same
You niggaz rappin' 'bout blow, like it's a fad
Nigga this is my life, I ain't tryna set trends
'Cause everybody knows how that brick-road ends
Heartless, maybe I need to see the Wizard
Until then, Imma make it snow blizzards
I stay on the block, and risk my life
Day in and day out until a nigga sold out
You niggaz playin', I show you what that street shit 'bout
Hit you right up with them thangs, and come back with the chains
Might cook it in the stove, might cook it in the microwave
Either way it's gonna sell, still weigh it on the scale
You rappin'-ass niggaz ain't never sold no yams
I'm talkin' sucka-free Sundays and iced-out Mondays
Pin-up Tuesdays and body-tap Wednesdays
You was in the studio, I was on the block
In the kitchen at the spot goin' hard with the blocks
Yeah, ay
Jeah
Ay nigga
If you at the light right now nigga
And the nigga sweating you my nigga
Looking at you cause you got the big boy shoes on ya shit my nigga
Ay roll down ya motherfucking window nigga
Blow out that dro smoke nigga
Tell that nigga that's how the fuck ya feel nigga
Ya feel like ya look nigga
Ya feel good nigga
What's happening nigga?
Let's get it, ay
Ay, let's go
Red paint, inside's peanut butter (peanut butter)
They seeing me, but I don't see them suckers (see them suckers)
I ain't gon lie, man my shit tight (tight)
Hoes jocking, got em stopping like a red light (ay, yeeeeeeah)
Wake me up, this a sick dream (what)
Got the Alpine with the flat screen (that's right)
These niggaz ain't aware mayne (ware mayne)
12's in the trunk sounding like an airplane (ay, ay, jeah)
A 757 jet (jet)
He ain't know? You dealing with a fucking vet (yeeeeeah)
niggaz cold like banana splits (jeah)
That's why I cop the AR with banana clips (ay, ay)
Sitting 24 inches off the ground (That's how ya feel)
A young nigga sellin fruity by the pound (That's how ya feel)
And I got the best white in the town (That's how ya feel)
45 in my lap, it's going down (That's how ya feel)
I got a project chick with a lot of kids (lot of kids)
She say she like my flow but love my ad libs (yeeeeeah)
I was saying Yeah before Usher (what)
Never Scared like T.I. and Bone Crusher (that's right)
Any problem, Jeezy take care of it (jeah)
Them ugly hoes say a nigga arrogant (arrogant)
Real slow is how I drive past (what)
Got everybody looking, sweating like a gym class (let's get it)
I see you funny niggaz got jokes (jokes)
Disrespect the Chevy, still riding on spokes (ay, spokes)
You fucking with a player (ay)
We don't just say no, we too busy saying yeeeeeah
Sitting 24 inches off the ground (That's how ya feel)
A young nigga sellin fruity by the pound (That's how ya feel)
And I got the best white in the town (That's how ya feel)
45 in my lap, it's going down (That's how ya feel)
I'm a motherfucking problem, who wanna solve me dog? (jeah)
Got six cell phones, who gonna call me dog? (yeeeeeah)
This ain't a movie, we are not actors (what)
Still use a duck ass nigga for target practice (ay)
Infrared beam on the Mausberg pump
Hit his ass with it twice, make him A-Town Stomp (A-Town Stomp)
In gats we trust (ay)
niggaz play a lot of games dog, but not with us (not with us)
Call me Jack In The Box, hop out with two clips (jeah)
Cook ya faster than a t-bone at Ruth Chris (Ruth Chris)
You still hating, looking stupid (looking stupid)
I'm in the SL, looking real Coupe-ish (real Coupe-ish)
Sitting 24 inches off the ground (That's how ya feel)
A young nigga sellin fruity by the pound (That's how ya feel)
And I got the best white in the town (That's how ya feel)
[Chorus:]
You see me I eat sleep shit and talk trap
You see the 645 I paid cash I bought that I
Had some felony charges, I fought that
If I ain't a D boy then what do you call that?
Yea I'm a big tymer like bryan Williams
But you can catch me in the hood eatn churchs chicken
I been hot, ya'll just caught the buzz
And I was fresh about the same time that many was
Grab a snickers this may take a while
Been chasin cash money since I was a juvenile
And I was worth a couple hundred thou still in high school livin in my momma house
Call it masturbation the way I feel myself
So I started my own label and I signed myself
I ain't lookin for no artists I'm by myself plus
I'm guaranteed tha job I ain't gonna fire myself...
[Chorus x2]
Listen Young Buck I know it's evident
Round here we'll kill yo ass over 50 cent
You betta run nigga you beta save yo ass
Cause it's guaranteed to be a shady aftermath
He in his v12 eatin M&Ms;
Dark tinted windows but you know it's him
Who?
I seen him just the other day
Word on the street he just signed with jazzie fay
And showty spittin flames ya'll
Bet you a whole brick he bout to change the game ya'll
And them otha niggas can't compete
Cause that nigga from the streets
[Chorus x2]
Yea I'm bout it bout it but I ain't Master P
And it ain't no limit if you fuck with me
Nah nigga, I neva heard of you
But I still have my nigga C murder ya
Make the same profit as I did with D
With the keys on the triton and a _
Real smart a genius in the kitchen
So when jeezy talk niggas listen
It ain't all good
It ain't all bad
All that shit they drivin I already had
And I know it make them lames mad
[Jeezy]
I'm tired, I feel wired but yet I'm still inspired
To find somebody else for the job, tell me I'm fired
Really muthafc*k what they say, I did my job yo
Hood nigga straight off the block, I beat the odds
Now you see a nigga, back to the wall
Now you exciting, now I'm done
Everything for you niggas but get indicted
Got niggas in the feds wishin I was still with 'em
Death penalty, go throw 'em in the ail with 'em
Rather die int he hands of the judge then former friends
Man this shit is like an ongoing movie, it never ends
Same nigga say that they would, love you forever
Niggas get the forecast and change just like the weather
Got me feeling like a whole brick, cut with some pain
From winter days yeah, they start of sunny and then it rains
And even after all these years, it's still storming
You couldn't of told 'em it wouldn't be like this
You coulda warned 'em
[Eminem]
Somebody better explain, why my ears are ringing so loud
Someone has got something to say, grow some balls and say it to my face
(Somebody talk to me) Ooooh Oh, Ooooh Oh
Somebody's got a problem, I wanna know
Keep my name out ya muthaf*cking mouth
Somebody talk to me
[Freddie Gibbs]
Walking like I'm talking, play it like I see it
And I swear sometimes hear voices talking to me in my head
Some nights I slept for months, the living dead to get this bread
There's two ways out this shit, a casket or the f*cking fed
I rap cause one day I pray this might be my escape
Everyday I seal up these bags, seems like I'm sealing my fate
My momma worked at your gangsta, jumped off the porch out the gate
But I can't let my momma bury me, thats some shit she can't take
Most niggas hate when you come up and you doing something constructive
Police to the politician, my whole city corrupted
Wanna convict me for a couple transactions that I conducted
And my homeboys just might snitch under pressure
So muthaf*ck 'em, it's just me and my two nuts
And you can bet they gon hang
And bitch my resume gon' check out til I check out the game
Sometimes that ski mask on my skull it took effect on my brain
And I still didn't tell the shit, I'm sick of telling you man
Somebody talk to 'em
[Eminem]
Somebody talk to me
Somebody better explain, how my name's ending up in your mouth
Somebody talk to me
Got 2 seconds to talk, I want some answers right the f*ck now
Somebody talk to me
Cause if it's me that you're talkin' about then I wanna know
Somebody talk to me
We almost past the point of being able to talk this shit out
[Eminem]
Somebody better explain, why my ears are ringing so loud
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, doping these hoes, doping these hoes
Nothing but doping them bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, doping these hoes, doping these hoes
Nothing but doping them bitches
I got this busy a dime, I told that girl you a block
The way that brick locking up
I say you must be a cop, hey get that light out my face
I said that must be my watch, you should see me at a store
That shit is something to watch, I said you fucking with slope
You know I put on a show she wanna give me some head
I said I take mine and go, he say he ain't got my bread
I said I take mine and blow, nigga you heard what I said
I said I take mine and snow, so now she rolling with me
Me I got off a Scrilla, she spill that drink on my seats, yeah you know I'm a kill her
Ain't talkin' bout haters, ain't talking bout snitches
What he talkin' bout nigga? nothing but doping these bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, doping these hoes, doping these hoes
Nothing but doping them bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, doping these hoes, doping these hoes
Nothing but doping them bitches
Bitch I talk about dough, I'm under the scope
Got the bitch with the pills, got the hoe with the coke
Got the bitch with the gas, got a hoe with the bags
Got a couple stripper bitches that be shakin that ass
Got a hoe with the whoa that be bussing the clow
And I don't know her name but I got her from snow
Got a bitch on the low another hoe on the cater
Say she playing Miami but now we fucking in Vegas
Call the bitch in the staples
Say she cheer for the Lakers
She gon stop for buck but she gonna fuck for a favor
Her favorite daddy or hater, I was battlin the player
I be doing the big CTE label
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, doping these hoes, doping these hoes
Nothing but doping them bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, doping these hoes, doping these hoes
Nothing but doping them bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, I put that dough over bitches
Haters lips on that whip look like the bitch blow me kisses
[?] wanna blow look like that bitch going swimming
Fuck the lamb in the front, look like the bitch going with me
And my crickin city, we talking midgets
Popcorn got a pop, not that
I'm talking bills and that yeah talking scales of that chair
Look how that water just shut it, Look at that soda just lock it
All my bitches they love me, all my nigg-s they silent
Couple nigg-s that hustle, couple nigg-s that's rappin
Put them hoes in that fuck em, started off in the bed, fuck the hoes on the carpet
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, doping these hoes, doping these hoes
Nothing but doping them bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, doping these hoes, doping these hoes
[hook]
last night it was kush and ciroc: i was super geeked
cash flowing, money flowing, yeah that's a super weekk
got em for the 26 5, now that's super-cheap
can't you niggas tell? i'm just looking for a super-freak
super-freak, super-freak, yeah you know i want a
super-freak, super-freak, yeah you know i need a
super-freak, super-freak, yeah you know i want a
super-freak, super-freak, yeah you know i need a
[verse 1: young jeezy]
what it do? what it is? what you working with?
that's how you see me on grind: stay on that working shit
all i ever want's a bad bitch in a chanel bag
sweet niggas want her cause they know she got chanel swag
straight like that, yea i fuck with her the long way
been bragging to my partners: i been talking about her all day
pull up in that super-coupe: you know them diamonds glistening
too much money in the room, guess i hit her in the kitchen then
get her to myself man, i ain't hit that girl yet
now that i got her to myself man, you know i'm tryna get that girl wet
keep it one thousand with you: i really think i'm big enough
can't hear nothing but the money so she might just think i'm big enough
[hook]
[verse 2: 2 chainz]
rick james, super freak
she got that wet-wet: now that's a superleak
tell your baby daddy that he's super weak
fucked your girl last night: it only took a week
2 chainz chump! cost 100 stacks
10,000 with my shirt off that's 100 tax
ok i'm done with that, you can run with that, i'mma switch it up
this bitch i'm with is thick as fuck, i'm rich as fuck
laying in the bed and i still got my semi tucked
going online like “when they gonna make that bentley truck??”
my bankroll make em pay attention
the white girl like it when i whip it, whip it
[hook]
[verse 3: young jeezy]
she with if i'm wrong or i'm right, yea she my type
baby girl go and get the ? you know what i like
meet her at my low-key apartment, never at the house
every time we got pulled over, never ran her mouth
fuck with real niggas, get money baby, on the chain
long as baby stay getting money, how can i complain?
favorite girl, guess she got the skills just to pay the bills
last nigga she was fuckin with was worth a couple mil
even when she going for the low, says she's not a ho
yeah you know that thing is super-wet: call it sloppy joe
said she like it when i whip it fast then i whip it slow
Ay….Ay….Ay….Chea….Ay ….Ay….
Let’s get it
These niggas just hating they ain’t talking bout shit
I’m a grown ass man I flip my own brick
I don’t need yo help I can own my own dick
Ain’t no motherfucker help me write my rhymes
Ain’t no nigga pay for my studio time
See me at the top and want to claim my fame
Nigga took my chain yea motherfuckin right
You better off saying a nigga took my life
Want to assassinate my character but I ain’t acting
It ain’t adding up so you niggas subtracting
B.I.G. said it first more money more problems
The why I see it more problems more money (whatsup)
I got the streets on lock
Atlanta on my back
I do it for the hood
You got a problem with that
Real nigga so this rap shit easy (when I speak)
Theses niggas believe me
cause bitch I’m Jeezy
Eyes wide shut I don’t see these niggas
Cause deep in your heart you want to be me nigga
Want to stand in my shoes
Want to fuck my hoes
Want to live my life
Want to rock my shows (noooo)
Ya young punks with ya loose ass lips
I keep a AR with them loose ass clips
What type of real nigga name himself after a bag
Nigga you’s a hoe, a Loui Vuitton fag
My name ain’t dick so keep it out ya mouth
It is what it is look I am Da South (that’s right)
Big Mac you niggas small fries
You just another nigga I’m more like the franchise (whatsup)
I was born in the Field raised in Atlanta
Pop busted a nut here so I was made in Atlanta (ha ha)
Mat Lew died so I stayed in Atlanta
Had a plug on the squares got paid in Atlanta
22’s on the 2-door it sits so right
Ice tray on my wrist yea it shines so bright
Make moves in the day and I ball by night
9/11 Porsche I was on that flight
5’9, 6’1 I call’em the twin towers
Had them on the triple stack
Hit’em both in the shower
Pedal to the medal bout a buck 85
Mr. 17-5 slow head well I drive (whatsup)
[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Straight up out the rarri nigga
Straight up out the rarri nigga
Hat cocked
Glocked cocked
White t
White ones
Straight up out the rarri nigga
Hat cocked
Glocked cocked
White t
White one's
Laced up no socks(chea)
I'm da truth I don't tell lies
Straight g nigga u can see it n my eyes
We ain't playin' ova here ain't shit funny
5 whole days jus 2 count da real money(daaaaamn)
Had to send them 2 da store 3 times mane(why)
Couldn't hold the crack money ran out of rubbabands
I'm a real nigga nuthin like deze otha guys
I'm da best bitch til u show me otha wize(dats rite)
Keep it on the lap nigga not da glove department
Betta listen lil daddy dis sum georgia 4 u
I'm a motha fuckin g I ain't neva been a bitch
All deze wanna be gangstas on sum frooty ol' shit I tell em (A!)
Mix me with dat rap [x2]
Buck on one u could damn sho git it
50 rounds off top I'm a dam sho hit it(dats riiiiite)
[Chorus:]
G shit is all I do, dirt by my lonely
Thuggin is all I do, I keep that thing on me
Ain't no workin it out, I gotta get this change
All I know how to do is get this change
I told him bring it all, if he ain't bring it all
I'm a leave that nigga layin there
I might just have to spray somethin baby (spray spray somethin baby)
Home got me fucked up, I am not with it
Don't matter what the target, AK'll hit it
Who gives a fuck, call the ambulance to come get it
Then it's back to the (money) don't stop get it get it
Hold up, slow down, speed up,
Nigga the 12 right behind us just put the weed up.
We got guns in this bitch, we got funds in this bitch
20s stacked up like 1's in this bitch
50s stacked up like blocks in this ho,
That's probably why it's smellin like blocks in this ho,
You know I'm tryin to eat, so a nigga ridin dirty,
It ain't even lunch time, it's just eleven thirty.
[Chorus]
When it goes down, I hope my shit don't jam,
Reason I get hit, I be god damned
Keepin my soldiers on deck incase we go to war,
120 deep like we bought to do it too.
Yeaaaaa, pull up in firelane trucks,
And they all coffee black, nigga starbucks.
Had it crackin like the drive thru at mickey D's
Instead of fries theys pickin up them quarter ki's
Who you with mother fucker this ya roll call,
Keep them 50 shots with me, them my road dogs.
Know what they say, if ya get caught with no vest
[Chorus]
Convict
Akon and Young Jeezy
Tryin' to take it easy
Only way to go and so
If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop, now
'Cause, I'm a rida, yeah
Yea I'ma soul survivor, yeah
'Cause everybody know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped now
If you a rida, yeah
Yea I'ma soul survivor, yeah
Tonight night I can't sleep
We livin' in hell, yeah
First they, give us the work
Then they throw us in jail, ayy
Won't trip yeah, I'm trafficin' in the white
Please Lord don't
Let me go to jail tonight, yeah
Who me? I'm a soul survivor
Ask about 'em in the street
The boy Jeez a rida
A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah life sucks
Fuck the club, Dawg
I rather count a million bucks, ayy
If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop, now
'Cause, I'm a rida, yeah
Yea I'ma soul survivor, yeah
'Cause everybody know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped now
If you a rida, yeah
Yea I'ma soul survivor, yeah
Another day, another dolla same block
Same nigga, same part, same green
I guess we got the same dreams, ayy
Or is it the same nightmares
We let the doves do it for us
We don't cry tears, that's right
Real niggaz don't budge
When mail man got his time
He shot birds at the judge, yeah
I'm knee deep in the game
So when it's time to re-up
I'm knee deep in the cane, damn
Real talk, look, I'm tellin' you Mayne
If you get jammed up don't mention my name, no
Forgive me Lord, I know I ain't livin' right
Gotta feed the block
Niggaz starvin', they got appetites, ayy
And this is everyday, it never gets old
Thought I was a juvenile stuck to the G-code
This ain't a rap song, nigga this is my life
And if the hood was a battlefield then I earned stripes, yeah
If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop, now
'Cause, I'm a rida, yeah
Yea I'ma soul survivor, yeah
'Cause everybody know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped now
If you a rida, yeah
Yea I'ma soul survivor, yeah
Gotta watch er' move 'cause them eyes be on you
Gotta drive real cool when them pies be on you
Just because we stack paper and we ball outrageous
Them alphabet boys gotta us under surveillance, ayy
Like animals they lock us in cages
The same nigga that's a star when you put 'em on stages
I ain't cheat, played the hand I was dealt
Tried to tax the grand pearl when I got it myself
Let's get it, no nuts, no glory
My biography, you damn right, the true story, yeah
Set the city on fire and I didn't even try
Run these streets all day, I can sleep when I die, ayy
'Cause if you lookin' for me you can find me
On the block disobeyin' the law
Real G, thorough bred from the streets
Pants saggin' with my gun in my draws
Just to keep on movin' now
Just to keep on movin' now
Just to keep on movin' now
Just to keep on movin' now, hey
If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop, now
'Cause, I'm a rida, yeah
Yea I'ma soul survivor, yeah
'Cause everybody know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped now
If you a rida, yeah
Yea I'ma soul survivor, yeah
If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop, now
'Cause, I'm a rida, yeah
Yea I'ma soul survivor, yeah
'Cause everybody know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped now
If you a rida, yeah
Yea I'ma soul survivor, yeah
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Let's get on this Rose
72 hours straight
Do it like Alpo did it in 88
Step up in this bitch in an MCM suit
38 snub in my MCM boots
Young what you smoking on
I call it 6 c-notes
Got it on the westside, cost me 6 c-notes
Nigga sold it to me so hot call him heatstroke
Poured all the powder on the table make a ski slope
You looking at me young rich porter and some raybans
Bitch I'm finna blow the money trial, this my rain dance
I'm a have my name ringing so loud it wake the feds up
Tell the DA we on our way, make the beds up
I ain't trippin on shit man I sleep when I get down
Young your going out tomorrow night, I'm like shit yeah
Every night the club be open bitch we in there
Tell em all the bottles on me, I broke brick for it
[Chorus:]
I'm a sleep when I die
Sleep, sleep when I die
Sleep when I die
Sleep, sleep when I die
I got vodka in my left, champagne in my right
I do it real big, this could be my last night
I'm a sleep when I die
Sleep, sleep when I die
Sleep when I die
Sleep, sleep when I die
I'm gon tell y'all something right now I'm too high
My name is snowman bitch I'm a sleep when I die
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
We count money all day, why you think my hands hurt
Know I can't serve a nigga that, that my man's work
You ain't a four wall on hold that's a kitkat
Another nigga want a heinekin that's a six pack
Cocaine cowboys business now horses
And every now you might catch us in some Porsche's
And sellin that soft shit as white as air forces
And got that rap button nigga ain't she gorgeous
Fall up in the spot, poppin bottles like [? ]
PJ [? ] bitch don't bring me no Cristal
Whoel clique Champagne like we won the World Cup
Pull up in that champagne thing, fuck the World up
What type of hood nigga wearing yellow gold rolex
The weight man bitch the whole hood call me Bo flex
Either the yellow hand Lamb or the starburst 'rari
I'm doing too much for you niggas I'm sorry
[Chorus:]
I'm a sleep when I die
Sleep, sleep when I die
Sleep when I die
Sleep, sleep when I die
I got vodka in my left, champagne in my right
I do it real big, this could be my last night
I'm a sleep when I die
Sleep, sleep when I die
Sleep when I die
Sleep, sleep when I die
I'm gon tell y'all something right now I'm too high
My name is snowman bitch I'm a sleep when I die
[Bridge:]
Just roll the ball til them folks come get ya
But you gotta spend it all cause you can't take it with ya
Just roll the ball til them folks come get ya
Yeah I see them boys watching, tell them niggas take a picture
Just roll the ball til them folks come get ya
But you gotta do it big
So when you gone the streets miss ya
Just roll the ball til them folks come get ya
I ain't never gon sleep cause I'm trying to get richer
[Young Jeezy - Verse 1]
Got a million on my mind while I'm brushing my teeth
Say the hustlers prayer than I'm back to these streets
A million muthaf-ckas throwin salt on my name
A million muthaf-ckas throwin salt on my game
Can't hear you bitch ass niggas yeah I'm sorry
Too busy switchin these gears in my Ferrari
Roof do gymnastics, shits like magic
Life like traffic, this shit here classic
Worked the Nino Brown, went to chill in the Bahamas
I was all in the hood, got some head in the Bahama's
Why you smokin' 'bout a six? It suppress my pain
Talk about a real nigga when you mention my name
I'm a simple man, want the money, f-ck fame
While you stay the same, everybody else change
Oh nooo but I'm going out tonight though
And drink til I'm f-cked up like them white folks
[Chorus]
I know it look bad, it's gon be alright
Keep them bottles coming we gon be here all night
Roll them swishas up, we about to take flight
Need a set of new dice yeah, I'm 'bout the shake life
'Bout the shake life
Yeah I'm 'bout the shake life
'Bout the shake life
Yeah we 'bout the shake life
And live every night like it's Friday night
Need a set of new dice
We 'bout the shake life
[Young Jeezy - Verse 2]
I'm 'bout the shake life that's word to my momma
The work come in, yeah it's on Your Honour
Give me all the time in the World and I quote
You give me a hundred years but I won't be broke
When you broke, treat you like a bad joke
Niggas laugh at you when they know it aint funny
Government playin' round with everybody money
Got us brainwashed so we all big dummies
War in these streets everyday like Libya
Will I get shot in the head? it's like Trivia
CNN tryna get us to hate all the Muslims
Them niggas never talkin the truth so don't trust 'em
Niggas out there die about true religion
Young niggas over here dying over True Religions
So f-ck it all I'm going out tonight though
Drink til I'm f-cked up like them white folks
[Chorus]
I know it look bad, it's gon be a'ight
Keep them bottles coming we gon be here all night
Roll them swishas up, we about to take flight
Need a set of new dice yeah, I'm 'bout the shake life
'Bout the shake life
Yeah I'm 'bout the shake life
'Bout the shake life
Yeah we 'bout the shake life
And live every night like it's Friday night
Need a set of new dice
We 'bout the shake life
[Young Jeezy - Verse 3]
Supposed to live everyday just like it's your last
Smile at these suckas while you spending your cash
Ball til you fall, how long it's gon last
The only thing that matters is how long is your cash
So holla when you see me out stuntin in these cars
When you looking at a niggas do you niggas see my scars
Stab me in the back, that's right the game cut me
I got it all but lost all my dogs, the game f-cked me
Some in cemeteries, and the rest got 30
Why I'm so clean tonight cause life dirty
These jockin ass rappers tryna jock my fresh
Remind me of seventh grade, when they was jockin' my Guess
I aint gonna lie, shit I had it back then
8 for an O, I can lease bout 10
So f-ck it all shit I'm going out tonight though
And drink til I'm f-cked up like them white folk
[Chorus - Young Jeezy]
You scared,
Scared money don’t make no money
You scared,
Scared money don’t make no money
You scared,
Scared money don’t make no money
don’t make no money, don’t hate no money,
(x2)
[Verse 1 - Young Jeezy]
I aint never been scared,
you heard what I said,
if anything look, I’m over prepared,
they on that bullsh-t they don’t want no bread,
it’s like tellin’ a bad b-tch I don’t want no head,
not me I tell that b-tch to go ahead,
and when she done what she doing, I tell that b-tch to get bread,
done doing that I tell the b-tch to get dough,
done doing that I tell the b-tch to get mo’
welcome to the mind of a hustler a straight skitzo,
I am never scared of the money I got my pistol,
I am never scared when the block hotta than crisco,
your hood, yay area b-tch just call it Frisco
so listen up, tell me, stop talking sh-t though,
Silverado sittin on thirties i call it tip toe,
they say you no body till your ass in the feds,
can say the f-ck you want, you can’t say that I was scared,
[Chorus - Young Jeezy]
You scared,
Scared money don’t make no money
You scared,
Scared money don’t make no money
You scared,
Scared money don’t make no money
don’t make no money, don’t hate no money,
(x2)
[Lil Wayne]
Young Mula in this mo-f-cka,
I ain’t never scared of the money call me bone crusha,
stick my feet in the dirt like a long jumper,
and I wish a muthaf-cka wood, I chop lumber,
I’m a hustle junkie, I’m a grind slave,
more money than mistakes is what I’ve made,
money on my mind, I got my mind made,
if money grow on trees, I’m tryna find shade,
Sh-t, you n-ggas running from the money,
and I treat it like pussy, see I got the money cumming,
scary ass n-ggas, I bury cash n-gga,
cream in my pocket, strawberry flag n-gga
get the money first thats to every last n-gga
if u scared stay broke, gon get a cast n-gga
scary money don’t make no money, old pussy ass n-gga
I take your money
Uhhhhh…
[Chorus - Young Jeezy]
You scared,
Scared money don’t make no money
You scared,
Scared money don’t make no money
You scared,
Scared money don’t make no money
don’t make no money, don’t hate no money,
Future talking: Yall dont wanna play fair, u kno wat i mean, aye, chea
Chorus (Future):
I wear Gucci I wear Bally at the same damn time
On the phone cooking dope at the same damn time
Selling white selling mid at the same damn time
Fucking 2 bad bitches at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
I'm on Pluto I'm on Mars at the same damn time
On the sofa, poppin bottles at the same damn time
Verse#1 (Young jeezy)
Young on da remix he goin' crazy
Is dat a Hermes belt dat shit is crazy
Both da rarri and da harley got da same damn pipes
If i stack up all deze hunnads it'll be da same damn height
Every time i see her out she wit da same damn dikes
Bad bitches on deck we got da same damn life
Dem bitches bright we in coach its at da same damn time
Every time da nigga holla he want da same damn nine
So i chop em like im nino brown weigh em like im haitian jack
All i blow is gas nigga show me where da station at
Yall act like yall aint feelin dis but personally im killin dis
Niggaz talk dat yayo shit but personally im n to it
Yea i said my earrings cool but personally dey ignorant
Personally dey ignorant, yea yea yea yea
Chorus:
I wear Gucci I wear Bally at the same damn time
On the phone cooking dope at the same damn time
Selling white selling mid at the same damn time
Fucking 2 bad bitches at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
I'm on Pluto I'm on Mars at the same damn time
On the sofa, poppin bottles at the same damn time
Verse#2 (Future)
I'm in Phipps with the sack going crazy
Got some diamonds around my neck no fugazi
Bad bitches in the suite trying to bathe me
Just a young hood nigga streets raised me
Workin with a unit tryna stretch it to another one
Drinkin on that active and its tastin like some bubble gum
Thumbin through a check, boardin on the jet
Talkin on the iPhone sippin out the Styrofoam
That dirty got my mind gone, that money got my mind blown
VVS and white stones, VVS and white stones
I'm rolling like a rolling stone
Free Bandz and Al Capone (straight up)
And my cash way long, (turned up)
I see a bunch of clones
Chorus:
I wear Gucci I wear Bally at the same damn time
On the phone cooking dope at the same damn time
Selling white selling mid at the same damn time
Fucking 2 bad bitches at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
I'm on Pluto I'm on Mars at the same damn time
On the sofa, poppin bottles at the same damn time
Verse#3 (Future)
Give me an apartment and some water and I can swim
Got that gambino jumping out the gym
My young nigga servin jays thats how i clear em
U eva crossing me you know your chances slim
In my Aviator Gucci like I'm drivin planes
Flyin cash in cash money smell like cocaine
Doin Birdman numbers makin flips like Jackie Chan
Walk inside the jeweler drop a bale on ya ring
Spent so much in Louie gave me free champagne
In Bal Harbour shoppin and they doing the same thang
And I keep my cup with me like a pimp
I think im Magic Don Juan, take a clip
Spike Lee need to get this shit on film
movie, future, astronaut
Chorus:
I wear Gucci I wear Bally at the same damn time
On the phone cooking dope at the same damn time
Selling white selling mid at the same damn time
Fucking 2 bad bitches at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
I'm on Pluto I'm on Mars at the same damn time
Verse 1
They like young where u been niggaz acting like I got ghost
Till I came back in that black on black phantom ghost
Looking better the picasso ya'll should frame me
Killing niggaz kunta kinte ya'll should hang me
Rap game fucked up but u can't blame me
Seen em come seen em go U kno how the game be
Snowman's back young u to wild
Had to switch it up man niggaz tryna steal the style
Anyway any how the stering wheel black and mild
Make the broad back that ass up think I'm juvenile
My leather to soft just like wayne and baby nem
Teacher ask me what I wanna be told dat bitch a atm
Dream was to turn my whole block into a cvs
Can't trust then broads around the way them bitches devious
Drop it in watch it make it circle like a dvd
62 and 1 25 half a quarter key
Rap game fucked up but u can't blame me
Seen em come seen em go U kno how the game be
Snowman's back young u to wild
Had to switch it up man niggaz tryna steal the style
Anyhow anyway it's snitches born everyday
Best thing to do is get yo money and stay out the way
Hustla of the year damn right let's be very clear
If u sell them brick to rocks to stone now it's belvedere
Posted on the block with the choppas guess it's voka now
Hard slowed up niggaz switched playing socca now
Do it for the killa and the dealers kno u heard of me
Young came back to save the day see the urgency
Rap game fucked up but u can't blame me
Seen em come seen em go U kno how the game be
Snowman's back young u to wild
I put on, I put on
I put on
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
When they see me off in traffic they say Jeezy on some other shit
Send them pussy niggas runnin' straight back to the dealership
Me, I'm in my spaceship, that's right I work for Nasa
The 7H is not a fraud, call that bitch my bodyguard
Call that bitch his bodyguard? Yeah, that's my bodyguard
When we're out of jewelry, Young gon' do security
What's whiter than a napkin, harder than a dinner plate?
If you want it come and get it, you know I stay super straight
Ran up in my spots and now I'm workin' at the Super 8
Know you niggas hungry, come and get a super plate
Y'all sing happy birthday, yeah I got that super cake
Hundred karat bracelet, I use it like some super bait
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
Put on, east side
Put on, south side
Put on, west side
Put on
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
Put on, east side
Put on, south side
Put on, west side
Put on
Half bag, top back, ain't nothin' but a young thug
HKs, 8 K's, I need to join a gun club
Big wheels, big straps, you know I like it super sized
Passenger's a redbone, her weave look like some curly fries
Inside fish sticks, outside tartar sauce
Pocket full of celery, imagine what she tellin' me
Blowin' on asparagus, the realest shit I ever smoked
Ridin' to that Trap or Die, the realest shit I ever wrote
They know I got that broccoli, so I keep that glock with me
Don't get caught without one, comin' from where I'm from
Call me Jeezy Hamilton, flyin' down Campbellton
So fresh, so clean, on my way to Charlene's
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
Put on, east side
Put on, south side
Put on, west side
Put on
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
Put on, east side
Put on, south side
Put on, west side
Put on
I put on, I put on
I put on
I put on for my city, I put on for my
I put on for my city, I put on for my city
I feel like there's still niggas that owe me checks
I feel like there's still bitches that owe me sex
I feel like this but niggas don't know these stress
I lost the only girl in the world that know me best
I got the money and the fame and that don't mean shit
I got the Jesus on a chain, man that don't mean shit
Cause when the Jesus pieces can't bring me peace
Sure I need just at least one of Russell's nieces
On, I let my nightmares go
I put on, everybody that I knew from the go
I know hoes that was frontin' when they knew he was broke
They say damn, Yeezy Yeezy, you don't know us no more
You got that big fame homie, and you just changed homie
You can ask big homie, man the top sure lonely
I ain't lyin', so lonely
I aint lyin'
Let me see what we have tonight, what we have tonight
I'm high as a satellite, satellite
I see those flashin' lights, flashin' lights
'Cause every night, every night
I put on
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
Put on, east side
Put on, south side
Put on, west side
Put on
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
Put on, east side
Put on, south side
Put on, west side
Put on
[Intro/Chorus:]
Yea When The Pressures On
Yea When The Pressures On
Yea When The Pressures On
Yea When The Pressures On
What You Gonna Do When The Pressues On?
I'm a Post Up In The Club With My Necklace On
And I'm a Go Hard Till They Exit Me Holmes
And I'm a Bounce Right Back If They Let Me Go
What You Gonna Do When The Pressures On?
I'm a Post Up In The Club With My Necklace On
And I'm a Go Hard Till They Exit Me Holmes
And Do The Whole Ten Years If They Catch Me on
[Verse 1:]
See It's Matter Over Mind Grind Over Matter
If You stay Focused On Yours Nigga Mine Should'ntMatter
Ya'll Make Way I Think That's Boys Bout To Fall
Just To Let You Know If I Slip Then I'm Falling On Ya'll
It's My ? I Ain't Sorry I Ain't Never Seed That We Can Go See Maury
Listen Here Hoe See You're Playing With A G
Tell 'Em Put A Stack On It I Got A Million On Me
Young Going Hard Started Readying This Bitch
Wouldn't Fuck That With Another Mans Dick
Young And Two Real Of These Hoes Too Silly
Drop One On One And I Go Millie
Push Your Bus Pipes? Oh Is That What They Say?
Oh No You Might Wanna Bring It Back DJ
Make You Wanna Get Money Play It at Your Own Risk
I Can Show What To Do You Gotta Use Your Own Wrist
When The Pressures On
[Chorus:]
What You Gonna Do When The Pressues On?
I'm a Post Up In The Club With My Necklace On
And I'm a Go Hard Till They Exit Me Holmes
And I'm a Bounce Right Back If They Let Me Go
What You Gonna Do When The Pressures On?
I'm a Post Up In The Club With My Necklace On
And I'm a Go Hard Till They Exit Me Holmes
And Do The Whole Ten Years If They Catch Me on
[Verse 2:]
When There's So Many Chippers Saying I'm Running Outta Time
Guess I'm Ain't The Only One That Lost My Mind
Ya'll Done Lost Your Mind Ya'll Bump Your Head
Make Sure I Remember That When I'm Counting my Bread
Got Me All Up On My Swagger Me Acting Like A Rapper
Hear The Words Scramble And Talking Like A Trapper
Kill You Like This Homie This Is How It is
Call Lollywood Nigga This Is How I Live
Fuck What Ya Heard Young To Like Living
Came From The Bottom So I Know That Feeling
Sure Had A Grind When I Ain Had Sauce
You Can Try And Judge Me Ya'll Go Head On
Hit Ya A Grind When I Had No Hits
You Know I Had To Grind When I Had No Kicks
It Came From The West They Ain't Gave Me Shit
What's With Kayne West He Can't Tell Me Shit
When The Pressures On
[Chorus:]
What You Gonna Do When The Pressues On?
I'm a Post Up In The Club With My Necklace On
And I'm a Go Hard Till They Exit Me Holmes
And I'm a Bounce Right Back If They Let Me Go
What You Gonna Do When The Pressures On?
I'm a Post Up In The Club With My Necklace On
And I'm a Go Hard Till They Exit Me Holmes
And Do The Whole Ten Years If They Catch Me on
[Verse 3:]
When I'm In The Street I Ain't Like What I'm Hearing
Word On The Street They Ain't Like What I'm Steering
Oops My Bad Let Me Take It Back
Pull Back Up In That Black On Black
Let's All Tell It It Was Over Back Then
Catch A Nigga See Man All I Do Is Win
I Never Lose If I Lose I Lost
I Can't Tell Ya How Much Just Know I Paid The Cost
That's Why Youngs The Boss Nigga Ow Ow
Still Setting Off Motherfucka Pow Pow
Paid My Dues And I Kept My Reciepts
Ya'll Be About Be The Reasons I Ain't Getting sleep
Young Applied Pressure and Stays On Your Neck
Take Two Nigga I Been Had It On Deck
So Roll Up My Igga That's Excessive and A Fact
And When You're Jammin My Shit That's Excess In Your Deck
[Hook]
[Verse1:]
It's like this 28 was meant to be
I'm doing something mean to it
Doing better then any nigga you ever seen do it haten from the fuck niggas got a nice ring to it I guess every real nigga needs his theme music.
[Chorus:]
No one man should have all this powder
The watch iced out I can't count the hours
Y'all trippin and killing off the powder
Until then fuck them the worlds ours
[Verse 2:]
Daydreamed of bein king pined
You niggas gone king me cause I'm the king then I'm at the kitchen table chillin bitches like a crone you bust them bitches wide open sell'em by the zone(yeaa)
From beginning to end motherfucka rewind, motherfucka we grind, motherfucka we grind, and other than that motherfuka we shine.
[Chorus:]
No one man should have all this powder
The watch iced out I can't count the hours
Y'all trippin and killing off the powder
Until then fuck them the worlds ours
[Verse 3:]
Motherfucka where my money he only got half boy on this pussy ass nigga know I'm gone spazz let them rocwilders eat'em like some spare ribs I bet the choppers redecorate his whole crib man, fuck niggas man I second that emotion streets so got damn dry they need lotion niggas droppin 4 it ain't commin back half of that somebody tell me what's the motherfuckin math in that. niggas talkin 15 for a whole half you tell them motherfukas they can kiss my whole ass ya'll talkin 30 for a WHAT? you niggas got jokes you try to set a nigga fuck around and get smoked.
[Chorus:]
No one man should have all this powder
The watch iced out I can't count the hours
Ya'll trippin and killing off the powder
Until then fuck them the worlds ours
(ft 211 Boo Rossini)
Yeah
This bitch a free mane
What’s up, no better that
See killin that ..let em nigga
Hook:
You don’t like the type ..ruff shit
have it in my own ..f*cking no shit
..you travel bout ..full of ..
Make a bust full time get him outta here
You don’t like the type ..ruff shit
have it in my own ..f*cking no shit
..you travel bout ..full of ..
Make a bust full time get him outta here
[Hook:]
I’m feelin myself she is too
Don’t’ like that wow shit ..i’m swimming all that
After tonight
I’m nothing but a .brining
We can make a movie
We be gangsta f*ck
Champagne buz ..a nigga in my hotel
[Hook:]
Put some .black skinny .. black
I’m the type of nigga ..might throw you ..
..over night ass boy she says ..so i’m give it to a rush
She scared the .. i had to punish that ..the same time
[Hook: Young Jeezy]
What you know about champagne every night
Bad bitches everywhere, Barry White
Hit the things, I could bury white
Countin' up a million dollars every night
Hit the mall blow up
Kinda hard when you're sleeping on Dolce
Wake up drinkin Rose
Killin' that white bitch, OJ
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Smokin that exotic, ridin' some foreign
Million dollar round trippin', I ain't talkin bout touring
Yeah, countin' money til ya boring
Man fuck that shit (Jizzle where you goin')
Flat screens on the walls, Imax
Michael Turners on decks, half backs
Dirty white bitch, yeah the kat stacks
We don't sleep round here, we take cat naps
Wesley Snipes motherfucka this the money train
Swear the work came faster than the money came
Sometimes the money be faster than the cars is
Feds ain't watching and then them broads is
Could end anyday and you know better
Now you watch the frito lay, yeah you know cheddar
Double bags at the spot, luggage in the place
Louie V on deck, luggage on my waist
[Hook: Young Jeezy]
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
I woke up sayin' I ain't drinking no more
Same night in the spot drinkin' Coco
Loso, bad bitch think she know so
Got a man cuffin', think he popo
She tryna go below the belt, thinkin' low blow
I'm thinking oh yeah, he thinkin' oh no
I'm on my high horse, thinking Polo
Got the 9 on me so I think I'm Romo
Uh, I'm about that life
Bring you in the game, let you meet my wife
Married to the, asking am I gettin cheddar now
They say I do, like a wedding vow
That AirTran we flying for cheap
And you niggas sleepin' on me, hope you die in your sleep
OJ, yeah probably don't get it
I'm the best that ever did it and got away with it
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Italian money and every nigga with 'em
Gloves don't fit 'em so they gotta acquit him
Ain't nobody seen it, but everybody heard it
The whole town hatin', they waitin' on a verdict
Tell 'em niggas pop off, I'm waitin on a drop off
I ain't leaving the block 'til I knock the whole box off
Yeah taking care of the whole fam
Bought the Porsche gave the M to my old man
More money more problems
More grams, more real estate, more land
At fight night I be ringside
I let them things fly, just put 1.5 under my kingsize
I look at the world through a king's eyes
I was born to spit bars and sling pies
I ain't wealthy yet but I'm quite rich
I just gotta keep killin' that white bitch
Chorus
You see .. in my 87 jeans
That's nothing
Got the mother fucker on six
That's nothing
.. mother fuckers don't like it do something
The only way to live CTE or nothing
Young .. put it to
Million dollars in the woods
Niggers Tom Sawyer
Got a lot of chips and a whole lot of lawyers
Go get the we got something for you
CTE nigger that's the end of price
We've been stocking out nothing but the green guys
Walk upon your functionalism suit and ties
They hit the black in 87 until the sun rise
I got a pinky ring flow money clip ..
The voice box get your clip for
You saw my neck you saw my chest
You saw my ribs and arms
So that's the last thing you see
Before I squeeze it all
Chorus
You say you are getting money nigger
We ain't seen nothing
Problem with the squad I am the first one toughing
Like my nigger .. I keep it one hundred
To eleven in the smile .. running
I need 50 .. for my Chevrolet and
Another day another month fucking dollar
Try to fit it all in my 87 jeans
I was acting for the .. of show .. 70
Smash in a cutter off I got a bitch
Even bader real shit ..
That gangsta lies make room for the underdog
I'm with the business USDA and under bars
Shit gang bitch who are you with?
While you see me induced in
And if you really must know man
CTE for life kill a nigger snow man
Chorus
Put a lame mouth when I feel like nothing
You niggers getting back over here we are getting money
You know how it looks I know how it smells
GPS .. to the mail
It ain't start to chill .. feel so lucky
.. nigger let me show you how I go
I've been tired of your .
I ain't a brick ain't
CTE or nothing .. to the death
Every time I do it I do it for my hood
And every time I do it I do it for yo hood
And every time I do it I do it for they hood
It's understood I do it for the hood
The streets love jeezy and I love 'em back
If I still had the work I'll front you a sack
It's all gravy still reaching wit my words
And make 'em feel good on the first and the third
Take you back when I was sixteen wits a bankroll
Posted on a corner like a light pole
They used to call us track stars
Before they even stopped we ran to dem cars
And everybody on the block got the same agenda
Hustle from January til the end of December
Wasn't smokin purple then it was more like bobby brown
On that hen straight dog got a nigga drinking brown (7/11 nigga you know)
You know 10 to 4 shake 'em up talk shit get my drink and let 'em go
Even when I'm on the road the gangstas stay in touch
Why you think they love me so much (ha ha!)
I'm talking bout summertime cookouts and wintertime flights
It ain't nothing we hearing shots all night
Ford Taurus pulls up everybody run
White boys jump out pointing wit they guns (5-0, 5-0)
Ford Taurus leave everybody came back
Hope dem boyz didn't find my sack
Real recognize real I suppose
I guess that's why the gangstas be at all my shows
Got the deal nothing changed but my clothes
Still catch me in the jects fuckin wit dem hoes (projects!)
Like coo-coo cal
Lord I wish mad Lou could see me now
Wish gold mouth was there wish mailman was free
A lot of niggaz crossing over dog no not me
Closest I been in the commercial's when I watch TV
And everybody know I rep these streets faithfully
Ford Taurus pull up everybody run
White boys jump out pointing wit they guns
Ford Taurus leave everybody came back
(AYYYEE, AY, AY, AYYEE....)
New shoes on the range rover, good one man (vrrooomm)
Motherfuckers acting like I aint' supposed to shine
I aint' the 1, definately not the 2 (nope)
1 in the chamber when we aming at you (Blaou)
The young Bob Barker, the price is right
If you C.O.D. then you could get them tonight
Put the fish scale on the scale
If Roy went postal, all he do is check mail (HA HA)
Low key, under the radar
Tripple black 'Vet, yeah I call it the stealth
No currency machine, I could count it myself
Almost done, another quarter million in ones
Thunder storm in the body-tap, look what I've done
Chump change, I make it rain for fun (wussup)
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
I get them bars out of the back of my mind (that's how)
I reminisce like Mary J
Even in the drought, the boy kept that yay
100 percent served, Snowman's word
You can play my thug and my clientele (why)
I'm addicted to that new car smell
White cookies in a plastic bag
New shoes on the coupe with the paper tag
Whole life flash right before your eyes
See the state troopers and get butterflies
Got a thing for them Heckler and Koches
A minute 14 and Rolex watches
Somewhere in the back of my secret deranged brain
I get a rush when I tote that 'cane
Get money, Nigga fuck them haters
All we fear is the discovery and Inditement papers (wussup)
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
I'm a grown ass man, I stand on my own two
200,000 cash, yeah, I'm buying my own team
Right to your front door, operation so sweet
I like little dude who keeps his money so neat
But I still bury a nigga
Put The Mask on, Jim Carey a nigga (Blaou)
Swede ends in the Chevy, got me feelin akward
Careful with the sweets, dont burn my seats
You could live your whole life and not come close
Guess thats why these rap niggaz take notes
Rectite my adlibs, borrow my quotes
Make me Ihop a nigga, serve them with the toast
Next, they be dressing like me
But back in '93, they wasn't stressing like me (wussup)
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I am on a 24 hour purp kush diet,
Clubbing while I'm blowing nigga,
Maybe you should try it,
I'm only just saying this cause I don't have to buy it,
My homeboy supply it,
That's why I'm on that high shit,
I am what everybody in my past still want me to be,
You know I saw what everybody in my past didn't what me to see,
Damn right I made it,
Ask me how I did it,
Look I was so committed,
God damn, came a long way from [? ]
Now I'm here, tell me what can they say though,
It's stretching like playdough,
We catch it, damn right I'm a beast,
Yeah you know I don't play though,
Get toast, get toast, no toaster,
Till ya'll made of eggo,
Get it in, yeah stack it all up,
Like a nigga playin lego,
Playing pringles,
Call me young iTunes,
Now used to sell singles,
Now bring it all back,
Bring it back like that,
28 like bingo,
Moet used to get so wet,
Used to call the girl Nemo, can't lie,
Get me hard as a brick,
Just call the boy Yayo,
She in love, she in love with a dick,
See my boy need a halo,
Can't lie, got a new bad bitch,
Bitch bad like J-Lo,
Got a 36 purly white and I ain't talking Colgate
Hands hurt from counting, pardon me while I rotate
They can't help it and I can't blame them,
Since I got famous, bitch, just for talking the blow,
Getting it in,
As soon as the bag come, I'm buying the 10,
Talking the blow, blow-oh oh oh, blow-oh, oh,..
Bitch still talking the blow oh, oh, oh, blow-oh, oh, oh,
[Chorus]
why yall trippin, im just fine
12:45, bout dat time
Aint nutted all week time to unwind
twell like tank, lose my mind
this shit crazy, way to bad
rozay baby, waste 2 stackz
hottest thing in the lot, that there mine
cant spell sober, lost my mind
[Verse 1]
I'm hearin voices in my head think im skitzafrantic
I swear they sayin lets get it from anotha planet
36 a thousand times im doin summer saltz
do it right and you can leave ya whole summer off
I'm out my mind,yea a nigga seein double yall
now tell me watz the chance of jizzle fuckin both of yall
she sad as long as we can do it wit ya ice on
Dedecate it my way, I leave the lights on
I'm out my mind, just blew a thousand swisher sweets
in my black and orange charger,call it trick or treat
it aint nothin to a boss, my goons got goons
how stupid dumb big,my rooms got rooms
[Chorus]
why yall trippin, im just fine
12:45, bout dat time
Aint nutted all week time to unwind
twell like tank, lose my mind
this shit crazy, way to bad
rozay baby, waste 2 stackz
hottest thing in the lot, that there mine
cant spell sober, lost my mind
[Drake]
Do I love these ho's? um... kinda sorta
I got them drinking sandgria like it's fucking water
Some Miami women, tan line showin
And they really bout whatever shit is mind blowin
Fuck what they talk, do what I say
Bust it open girl, and send it my way
Say you like it like that, I think I like it too
Half a million in a week, it's only right I do
All seein eye, my eyes seen it all
I talk a lot of shit, I swear I mean it all
Yeah, 103
And both fingers to the haters tryin to front on me (Ow)
[Verse 3]
drop the top, no broad, got ha titties out
mention my name and bring da whole city out
doing what i do best, d-boy stuntin
new car, old money, d-boy stuntin
step in cleaner then a new glock-40
nick name in the A, strapped up shawty
you know my nerves bad,trigger like a toothepick
line wrapped around the corner, boy too big
Checo black shadez and my black chainz
but if you wouldnt undastand, its a black thing
you kno we drink that rozay til we black out
wake up,drink some more, pass back out
[Chorus]
why yall trippin, im just fine
12:45, bout dat time
Aint nutted all week time to unwind
twell like tank, lose my mind
this shit crazy, way to bad
rozay baby, waste 2 stackz
hottest thing in the lot, that there mine
Trying to get Boston George and Diego money
And stack it all up like Lego money
Played with them blocks call it Tetris
Real talk a hundred carats in my necklace
Look up in the sky and tell me what you see
The clouds naw nigga not me
I see opportunity i'm a opportunist
Nigga you heard what I said i'm a opportunist
Soft to hard white to green
All these free agents you better build your team
I commentate the game like John Madden
Cause I played in the game like John Madden
The world is yours and everything in it
it's out there get on your grind and get it "ay"
Hands in the air, "sky's the limit nigga" hands in the air "yeah"
The world is yours and every bitch in it
It's out there get on your grind and get it "ay"
Hands in the air, "sky's the limit nigga" hands in the air "jeah"
You can do anything you put your mind to, put your grind to
Forgetful ass nigga must I remind you
Men do what the want boys do what they can
And it ain't no secret i'm a grown ass man
With my hands on the Bible and I solemnly swear
Leave the mall with more shoes than I can possibly wear
Niggas still hating but they can kiss my ass
Still get a hard on when I count that cash
I give em the squares he give me the bag
I give em the squares he give me the cash
And that's what the fuck a call an even exchange
And if there's anything extra you can keep the change
The world is yours and everything in it
it's out there get on your grind and get it "ay"
Hands in the air, "sky's the limit nigga" hands in the air "yeah"
The world is yours and every bitch in it
It's out there get on your grind and get it "ay"
Hands in the air, "sky's the limit nigga" hands in the air "jeah"
Grind sundown till it comes up again
Stay down till we come up again
It's all in the game the ups the downs
It's all in the game the O's the pounds
The shit was all good just a week ago
Whole click was eating good just a week ago
It's all good nigga give us a month
Thinking of a master plan while I smoke this blunt
Went to Houston and back now everybody got coupes
Put the word in the street that supply the troops
I just call 'em how I see em,
serve these niggas third person dog I ain't trying to see 'em
The world is yours and everything in it
it's out there get on your grind and get it "ay"
Hands in the air, "sky's the limit nigga" hands in the air "yeah"
The world is yours and every bitch in it
It's out there get on your grind and get it "ay"
Hands in the air, "sky's the limit nigga" hands in the air "jeah"
The world is yours and everything in it
it's out there get on your grind and get it "ay"
Hands in the air, "sky's the limit nigga" hands in the air "yeah"
The world is yours and every bitch in it
It's out there get on your grind and get it "ay"
YOUNGBLOODZ!!! ...
"Get 'em off" "Sean Paul"
"Get 'em off" "J-Bo"
Youngbloodz... "Get 'em off" "Youngbloodz"
Youngbloodz... "Young-bloodz" "Get 'em off"
Youngbloodz... "Young-bloodz" "Get 'em off"
Youngbloodz... "Young-bloodz"
Now do you got what it take?
Do you know how it feel to be a Youngblood?
The elite, drankin, smokin them dubs - too much give a fuck
Cadillac ridin dubs so nigga what?
I whip them X on them Vogues - them Cadillac with fo' do's
I had about three chunky hoes, to make that thang up fo' sho'
Me and my niggaz we roll, fifty trips to the sto'
Them and in and outta way police knockin at my do'
Remember dis bitch nigga, used hit ya with bows
Now cock it back 32 times and let that bitch unload
See I'm about to letcha know, about the Y to the O to the U-N-G
To the B to the L to the double O, D-Z is who we be
Youngbloodz, we whassup, don't give a damn, don't give a fuck
So watch out know, cuz really; I don't think you even wanna buck
and act on us, so hush that fuss
before we bust, so don't press ya luck
Because it ain't much, as we construct
To lay you down on the ground
So what with backseat, we gon' clown
Better tell you wussies don't make a sound
As we take you on a journey, comin live from the A-Town
Youngbloodz... "Young-bloodz" "Get 'em off"
Youngbloodz... "Young-bloodz" "Get 'em off"
Youngbloodz... "Young-bloodz" "Get 'em off"
[chorus]
she said, she said, you ain't no good, no good
but if you feel so good
she said, she said, what if i could?
but i gotta leave you alone, ah
she said i gotta leave you alone
i, she said, i know you bad
but i want you bad
she said, she said, makes me so sad
that i gotta leave you alone
i said, i gotta leave you alone
look, look, look
i got my mind on my money,
all i need is a bad bitch
that i can run through the city spend this cash with
that i can ride through this city spend this cash on
wake up in the morning get my smash on
i dont want much baby egg whites
keep your stomach in your thighs and your legs right
while i'm out here focus getting this bread right
but if the head right, Jeezy there every night
wake up in the morning and you're still here
wake up in the morning and i ain't gone
all i ask, let me just do me
and maybe just me and you can get along
had them other bitches mad when they seen us
had to match our rolexes baby team us
yeah the earth is our turf we can share the world
maybe even go half on a baby girl
[chorus]
she said, she said, you ain't no good, no good
but if you feel so good
she said, she said, what if i could?
but i gotta leave you alone, ah
she said i gotta leave you alone
i, she said, i know you bad
but i want you bad
she said, she said, makes me so sad
that i gotta leave you alone
i said, i gotta leave you alone
look, look, look
let me be your mind reader, let me read your mind
and when i'm done with the front, hit it from behind
love a loyalty never cross the line
just hit a nigga up when i cross your mind
so your own you won't be watching mine
put ya up on G show ya how to shine
and maybe we can kick it when i got the time
be my back bone every nigga need a spine
gotta know you ride with me if i'm right or wrong
case i wake up in the morning and it's all gone
best believe i'ma get it right back
it's the hustler in me i know you like that
you probably think i'm with a different broad every night
when i think about it shit man you're part fight the more i think about it shit you're part wrong
cause what you didn't think about it is that i'm part clone
[chorus]
she said, she said, you ain't no good, no good
but if you feel so good
she said, she said, what if i could?
but i gotta leave you alone, ah
she said i gotta leave you alone
i, she said, i know you bad
but i want you bad
she said, she said, makes me so sad
that i gotta leave you alone
i said, i gotta leave you alone
she said she wish she never met me
cause she can't just help but let me
go ahead do whatever the hell you want
she said she hate how much she need me
turn around, and say she don't need me
always talking about she gonan leave me
but she don't
but maybe this time i'll be different
cause she shed so many tears
she'll remind me all the dumb shit that i've done all over the years
but she don't be tripping in the morning, i got her legs up by her ears
but as soon as we get done, i swear this is all i hear, yeah
[chorus]
she said, she said, you ain't no good, no good
but if you feel so good
she said, she said, what if i could?
but i gotta leave you alone, ah
she said i gotta leave you alone
i, she said, i know you bad
but i want you bad
she said, she said, makes me so sad
that i gotta leave you alone
Welcome to da life of a young thug nigga (jea)
Only hang out wit dem criminals and dem drug dealers (ayyy)
I'm from even where da dead die (die)
But try an do it big like da kid from bedstuy
I see death around da corna and I ain't scared I got a carbon wit 15 and I'm fully prepared (that's right)
Lord a mercy 20 rounds in a clip (jea)
Outta line get 20 rounds in ya hip (ayyy)
Shoot first and ask question lata (lata)
Da answer is it was all about da paper (jea)
Everything da game is shit to lose and a new forty-five that I'm dying to use (yeahhhh)
If ya real like me (like me)
Throw ya hoods in da air so da whole wide world can see (ay)
Last of a dying breed, Last of a dying breed, Last of a dying breed
And if ya real like me (like me)
Keep that thang on ya hip that's just da way that its gotta be
Last of a dying breed, Last of a dying breed,last of a dying breed
Young Buck
I done seen niggas come and go
Shit da whole world done seen what I done before
We do anythang when da funds is low
I'm da reason outta townas don't come no mo
Let me show you niggas how to break down da whole thang
My nigga B.G. know Buck been a birdman
Its got to be in ya blood to be a thug
If I ain't making enough I ma jack my plug
We was born in it
Not sworn in it
You can go against it or you can join wit it
Made mark so da streets gon remember me
Now come and git it nigga Ca$hville Tennekee holla back
Some of da dudes we thought was real O.G.s was O.D.s cause they talk pleas and including G's like you and me (you and me)
The first step was going to set a trap
So in a short period they convince da grand jury to allow a phone tap
And if they listen in
Not once did they hear us mentioning
Murder and a cocaine distributing
Through all that was dividends coming in
I'm straightly getting betta yet we too smart for ya bullshit
Calling all cars (calling all cars)
Hit your burglar alarms and tell 'em hurry up and come dem niggas got guns
Man down shots fired only fuck niggas and cops died
First stage of a ride and dem fuck couldn't sneak by
When you a witnessing and shit five bitch be quiet because they only got what you tell em
And then da witness that they had to ?? was lying there dead
Shot in da street all red
Wit two shots to his head
Cause he was working for da feds
And they last informant informed us they had it out for us
For a bird but he got popped for it
So ride or die for em (ride or die for em)
Betta yet you betta kill em
Cause I think he gon get da bitch to tell em
And he probably done all ready told
[Verse 1:]
When I First Stepped Off In this Game Thought I Was Lame
If You Ever Had A Doubt In Your Mind Should Be Ashamed
I Would Look Everyone Of You Niggas Dead In The Eyes
Ask Where the Fuck You Were At When I Stuck With Them Pies
Wanna Save Me Today It's Uncertain Stops You won't 75
They Searching And It Won't Be Funny When The Jokes On You
Here in The Far Lane And The Cokes On You
5'8'' Dark Skinned And The Nigga Strapped Too
Never bitch Never Snitch Man Shit You Don't Do
So Ya'll Worship The Ground Niggas Walk On
All Those Ain't Ridin With Young Get Your Walk On
I Said I Got Ya'll Niggas
Who Laughing Now
Who Laughing Now
Who Laughing Now [x4]
[Verse 2:]
I Said the Streets All Dried Up No More Cain
Niggas Still Hold They Nuts On Young It's No Tame
Nigga Leave You And Get Caught With The Whole Thing
You Could Hope He Don't Tell Them Your Whole Name
How You Gonna Compare Me To Remy The Hennessy
I Think It's Time I Remind You Niggas Remember Me
And Just As I Master The Streets I Master This
Youngs as Real As It Gets None After this
So This Is It The Last Moheken
Grind All Week Pull The Coupe On The Weekend
So Ya'll Worship The Ground A Nigga Walk on
All Those Ain't Riding With Young Get You Walk On
I Said I Got Ya'll Niggas
Who Laughing Now
Who Laughing Now
Who Laughing Now [x4]
[Verse 3:]
Better Back 6 I'm A Straight Young Going Strong
You In It For The Ride Of Your Life So Hold On
Not A Album This Is A Way of Life
Only Rules Of The Game You Gotta Pay With Your life
If A Nigga Asked You For Everything What Would Give Him
Break Bread Right On The Spot Or Would You Spin Him
Exactly That's Why The Fuck I Took A First Class Window To The Top
Tell Em To Book It First They Said It Could'ntBe Done Tell 'Em I Did It
Then They Said it Could'ntBe Got Tell 'Em I Get it
So Ya'll Worship The Ground A Nigga Walk on
All Those Ain't Riding With Young Get You Walk On
I Said I Got Ya'll Niggas
Who Laughing Now
Who Laughing Now
Who Laughing Now [x4]
Yeah, it’s been a mother fucking time
..go get it, guess who’s back!
Yeah!
Chorus:
Let’s go!
Just like that, nigger you don’t know how to act
But when the nigger it is
They get to ..
Just like the DJ they know, they get to bring it back
You niggers hit up the floor,
They get to bring in the sack
I say just like that, bitches don’t know what to do
And when we hit up the club
You know them.. coming through!
I told ‘em hit up a girl,
Tell ‘em that they can come through
And not a bitch out the chain, ..I did what I do!
I say now just like that!
Bitches are screaming, I can hear bitches calling
Give a fuck if they like it, tell ‘em niggers I’m bowling!
These niggers holding me …
As you see, I ain’t…
They want me trip on my strings, want me fall on my face
..for a hundred, and it fell in my face
Sexy, no alcoholic, pussy drink like a..
Told her, do me a favor
And put your mouth on this…
I know just how she like it
See, might think I’m a psychic
Chorus:
Let’s go!
Just like that, nigger you don’t know how to act
But when the nigger it is
They get to ..
Just like the DJ they know, they get to bring it back
You niggers hit up the floor,
They get to bring in the sack
I say just like that, bitches don’t know what to do
And when we hit up the club
You know them.. coming through!
I told ‘em hit up a girl,
Tell ‘em that they can come through
And not a bitch out the chain, ..I did what I do!
I say now just like that!
You see me back on my city, you can tell her I’m swaging
And you know that I got it, you can tell I am bragging
..with these big faces, …
I’m … feel like I’m stuck in the matrix
I’m talking so much white, you would think I was racist
Say I came from the bottom
I’m talking under the basement
Through the roof all these.. like we just had a tornado
There’s a nigger… I call him Caleb…
Fornicate in my pocket, that shit is thick as the….
Super star in my hood, so that would make me an idol!
LA, hell of a night, so I’mma save me a prayer
..would make me a prayer!
Chorus:
Let’s go!
Just like that, nigger you don’t know how to act
But when the nigger it is
They get to ..
Just like the DJ they know, they get to bring it back
You niggers hit up the floor,
They get to bring in the sack
I say just like that, bitches don’t know what to do
And when we hit up the club
You know them.. coming through!
I told ‘em hit up a girl,
Tell ‘em that they can come through
And not a bitch out the chain, ..I did what I do!
I say now just like that!
I got ‘em bouncing and leaning,
I got ‘em drinking and smoking
I told her, “take off your clothes!”
What she say?
That she’s open!
If .. my nigger bowl like a dog
Them… so big, …
I’m the life of the party
Bring the party some life
You know, I’m..
Why? Cause I said it twice!
We’re talking straight to…
We’re taking shots to…
Must be drinking amnesia, cause I forgot what I said
Stacking so much bread, I’mma need me a toaster
My partner ride with his chopper, this nigger think he a soldier
..you never say I ain’t told ya!
Chorus:
Let’s go!
Just like that, nigger you don’t know how to act
But when the nigger it is
They get to ..
Just like the DJ they know, they get to bring it back
You niggers hit up the floor,
They get to bring in the sack
I say just like that, bitches don’t know what to do
And when we hit up the club
You know them.. coming through!
I told ‘em hit up a girl,
Tell ‘em that they can come through
And not a bitch out the chain, ..I did what I do!
Don't let me rip shit for yah
Still come through yah
Panoramic ass niqqas
Yeah I shoot right through yah
Hole in yah niqqa yeah you gonna need a ruler
The way I measure that you can call me the ruler
Walk up in this motherfucker like a walking cooler
Yeah Im walking cooler niqqa thanks to my jeweler
Oh Kim wasabi
Mcfallen is my hobby
I should buy a double u
and throw a party in the lobby
Said a homeboy told her
I was fucking roxy
Swear I hate niqqas
I should be a fucking Nazi
Don't know what you hear
baby that could be a rumor
Stones in my ear yeah
Jeezy da snowman
I make it winter time
Heard the streets hungry
Well, it's dinner time
Watchin the state patrol, they patrol the state
Jeezy da snowman I patrol the weight
36 O for the 19 5
Front door service, you ain't even gotta drive
Stacks on deck, fuck what a hater thank
Lotta dead white boys equal money in the bank
CTE is the click that I claim, know some real niggaz that claim the same thang
They don't want war, these niggaz want peace
72 karats on my snowman piece
I'm dope boi fresh, [x4] black tee
And it's a million mothafuckaz feelin just like me
(YEAH!)
We rollin fat, like that oprah bitch
Color purp, all we smoke is dat purple shit
See da red dogs run like black cats
Costs to work, but I'm holdin on to ma strap
Hustle Muzik
We call it trap hop
Ride till I die
And I luv it, and I luv it, let's go
We count hundreds on the table, twenty's on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with some more
And I luv it, and I luv it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad broads at my show
Yeah, it's parked outside, and it's sittin' on fo's
And I luv it yeah, and I luv it
Once again it's on, yeah, I'm back in the booth
Them haters still lying, but your boys the truth
I don't believe 'em, I need to see some proof
I ain't need the four door, so I went and caught the coupe
They tryin' be me, I'm just tryin' be G
And everything comes to da light you'll see
Them boys in the dark baby I just shine
I do it from the heart homie they just rhyme
Check your watch, yeah it's my time
Mind made up I was on my grind, that's right
So pay attention yeah, you on my time
In that case time waits for no man
Do it again I done that before man
M.O.E., you ain't part of the program
Or maybe you *** ain't listening
Open your eyes I'm a blessing in disguise
We count hundreds on the table, twenty's on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with some more
And I luv it, and I luv it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad broads at my show
Yeah, it's parked outside, and it's sittin' on fo's
And I luv it, and I luv it
Yeah, I blew up, but they ain't like that
They switched up on me, and I ain't like that
Got my first lick, yeah, I came right back
Fast forward the tape, just look at me now
And I never turn back, so motherf*** that
Nike's on the ground, got my head to the sky
Smoked all day, Lord knows I stay
Stay on top, Lord knows I'm gon' try
And live for the moment, Lord knows I'm gon' die
And when I get to hell, Lord knows I'm gon' fry
I woke up this morning so I'm still alive
36 O's I sold them all for five
We count hundreds on the table, twenty's on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with some more
And I luv it, and I luv it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad broads at my show
Yeah, it's parked outside, and it's sittin' on fo's
And I luv it, and I luv it
Been around the world, it's the same ol' caine
Been around the world, it's the same ol' thang, true
All the real *** either dead or in jail
And if you're looking for me homie, I'm in the A T L
You gotta play it how it go, you can't cheat on life
Ya better drink a Red Bull, you can't sleep on life
I ain't tryna do you, I'm tryin' do me
Last album did two, I'm just tryin' do three
Fresh out the pot yeah, the work was hard
Ride with the top down so I'm closer to God
My P.O. telling me I need a 9 to 5
But I already got a job, and that's stayin' alive
We count hundreds on the table, twenty's on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with some more
And I luv it, and I luv it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad broads at my show
Yeah, it's parked outside, and it's sittin' on fo's
And I luv it, and I luv it
Ride till I die
And I love it, and I love it
Ride till I die
And I love it, and I love it
Hook: I Got this (x7)
We aint worr' bout em (nah)[x4]
Chorus:
So dont worry, (I Got this (x4)
So dont worry, (I Got this (x4)
So dont worry, (I Got this (x4)
So dont worry, (I Got this (x4)
So dont worry
Verse#1
See ain worr'd bout deze hoe niggaz been here b4 niggaz all dey gotta do is ask i might show niggaz jus to show niggaz dat i can show niggaz wat else i got to say u see my show nigga
1,2,3,4 here we go nigga and ain neva been a hater im like go nigga whose hot whose not im like so nigga see dey jus warmin im hot its cold nigga
Prolly y im platinum neva been a gold da only thing u eva sold was ya soul nigga dey dont want me gettin open i might close niggaz dont wanna let me get no exposure i might expose niggaz
Chorus:
So dont worry, (I Got this (x4)
So dont worry, (I Got this (x4)
So dont worry, (I Got this (x4)
So dont worry, (I Got this (x4)
So dont worry
Verse#2
See ain worr'd bout da "he say" and not wat "she say" bullshit is cheap dey sell it on ebay niggaz talkin round in circles like a relay still doin da same shit dey on replay
Bunch of spectators wat dey hire expectations? and im still on top must be frustratin face on face off Nicolas Cage two-faced niggaz got sum Nicolas ways
Wen i was on dat interstate wit da Justin Timberlake could be gon in 60 seconds had to concentrate its concentratin den still concentratin now its fuck dem niggaz den still fuk dem niggaz now
Chorus:
So dont worry, (I Got this (x4)
So dont worry, (I Got this (x4)
So dont worry, (I Got this (x4)
So dont worry, (I Got this (x4)
So dont worry
Verse#3
See ain worr'd bout da chitter chat dey playin pitty pat im wit Christina dem Venus Serena dem rumors back and forth like da wimbledon like ima industry nigga must think in Timbaland
Wats got n2 him nah watz got n2 u should be happy fo em but i wouldnt expect u to niggaz want credit wen deres no credit due talkin credit Young y dey wont credit u
I guess no credits jus like gud credit maybe im confusin myself im like 4get it wen niggas cant manage demselves how dey gon manage u still tryna make anotha Young but dey cant manage to
Chorus:
So dont worry, (I Got this (x4)
So dont worry, (I Got this (x4)
So dont worry, (I Got this (x4)
So dont worry, (I Got this (x4)
So dont worry
all i no is the sky is blue and the coupe is new, if ya moneys right the coke is white, the birds fly south every year in the night, gotta get it how u
live motha fuck them hataz, get um, im get um off like hot patatas, good morning vietnam yeah we tryin to earn stripes, get jammed up of one can cost u ya
whole life, deaam, so say goodnight to the bad guy, fresh pair of 87 jeans im so fly, my seats are suede my luggage is louie, and every bitch in the
projects wanna do me, snowmans the name 100 grand on the chain
my seats are suede my luggage is louie and every bitch in the projects wanna do me, cause i got money, remember when i couldnt afford no cloths but now a
days a nigga hit the baddest hoes, casue i got money (cause i got money)
the chevys sittin so high but the rims sit lowwwww, i got um from baileys, CTE thats the label that pays me, i own that so i pay myself (haha) being brokes
bad for my health nyquill green 26 inches greenbriar mall pulled 26 bitches, make a quick stop serve 9 hoes, these are my confessions, im a sucker for
clothes,that paper stack up if u let it, but i keep fukin up i gotta shoe fettish, bad habits im in ? every week, 50 pairs or new nikes aint cheap, u know
i gotta get the cap to match, new era shit I A town to that throw the bags in the trunk right back to the trap.
my seats are suede my luggage is louie and every bitch in the projects wanna do me,cause i got money, remember when i couldnt afford no cloths but now a
days a nigga hit the baddest hoes, casue i got money (cause i got money, haha)
see me in the drive off 30 down town evning houston, it cought a flat tire had to leave it in houston, then ran out of gas in the blue GT, the minute we
leave i cop the new GT, so now balla wouldnt call cought him livin a lie, u cant help to spend it pimpin if u gettin it right, listen if u be gettin what
i be gettin tonight u 2 would be high as a kite blowin dro on a flight, ohh im g 4'in at my 7 ay commercial ight just security being a bitch cant get in
with this, but everything 100 million again im in a vanquish tell that nigga fo she begin to sins.
my seats are suede my luggage is louie and every bitch in the projects wanna do me, cause i got money, remember when i couldnt afford no cloths but now a
[young jeezy]
i said i see some ladies in here tonight i might marry
gon of the bellevee' and 'tron it's too scary
baby you can have whatever you like, the tooth fairy
i'll do anything to leave here tonight with you
i said i do, i do, i do, i do, i do
(you know i do)
i said i do i do i do i do i do
(you know i do)
i said i do i do i do i do i do
[young jeezy - verse 1]
i said now what it is, what it do, homegirl aint got a clue
if i get you open all the things that i would do to you
smack it up flip it down, weigh it up, break it down
lean you to ya side yeah and ask ya who's ya daddy
aint even gotta open your eyes, know what your looking at
and i aint even have to open my eyes when i was cooking that
guess it was love at first sight, eye contact
remember the night we first met, i caught a contact
lest she my ride or die, it's us against the world
you know we both hustlin' so hustlin' is our world
said i musta had too much to drink i'm in my g-mode
so all the ladies repeat after me cause it's the g-code
promise if i get locked, you'll come and pay my bond
if you hear some niggas plotting on me, you'll remain loyal
and errytime you give it to me it's gon be the bomb
and in these unlucky streets you're gon' be my lucky charm
[hook]
(man, that boy so cold, give him a blanket in here)
[jay-z]
i d-o, i d-o, i d-o oh oh oh
i be though, promise to treat this game, i d o
under the cold, not bring drama to mama's peephole
life's a bitch but she 's the only love that i know – oh oh
Young jumped on that G-Mix
100 like 3 bricks
O's droppin' like bird shit
Young back on that bird shit
Shoes behind me in that Benzo
Young pull up in that Enzo
Red ‘Rari got two golds
cost a million, want two more
2 seaters got three hoes
Foreign bitch she got 3 golds
Speakin' of shots, lets take one
20 bands in that take one
Young n-gga you crazy
F-ck ya doin' lil Haiti
Hundred deep maybe 8o's
All these muthaf-ckers crazy
Dunkin' blocks what raised me
Pride n-ggas can't fade me
Whole hood on that blue shit
While I was riding round in that new shit
Hundred grand in my pocket
50 bands in my motor
Dark side of my chauffeur
Sirred off with my toaster
All you see is my tattoos
All you see is my big chains
Right in front of my Versace belt
All you see is that big thang
87 be the logo
Been gettin' ask Polo
Lotta money that hurt shit
Two n a baby, that bird shit
Momma calls, she want a new place
Homeboy just caught a new case
Need rooms just bought a new safe
Audemar just got a new face
Blowin' that Obama
Ridin' round with that Llama
Solid gold's my Uzi
Free my n-gga Lil Boosie 'cause it's
Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Homies need some blocks
Coupes need some shoes
Used to get it soft, this what I'mma do
Hustle, hustle, hustle hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle hard
Everybody wanna be like me
Ya?ll can be like me
Look at my watch
Look at my wrist
Nothin' like ya man he ain?t shinin? like this
Nothin' like ya man he ain?t grindin? like this
And even if he was, he ain?t fuckin? with cuz
I got so far from the bottom couldn?t even see the top
Just as soon as a fill the trap I?m rippin? up every block
I?ma good god fearin? man with a criminal mind state
Ain?t nobody gave a shit and thats why we grind weight
My grandma off in the church while I?m in the refrigerator
In search of the baking soda right next to the mashed potatoes
She prayin? for better days I?m prayin? they take this water
Realest and stun and ship put that day on my mothers daughter
My ambitions as a hustla
(I won?t deny it, I won?t deny it)
My ambitions as a hustla
(I won?t deny it I?m a straight hustla, I won?t deny it)
(I won?t deny it I?m a straight hustla, I won?t deny it)
(I won?t deny it I?m a straight hustla, I won?t deny it)
It?s Mr. Trap or die yeah y?all remember me
First album was a classic them critics weren?t feelin? me
Now as far as award shows we all know how that goes
So what?s all the doubt about because he ain?t sellin' out
Because he ain?t givin? up because he don?t give a fuck
Because he ain?t changin? up I guess he ain?t lean enough
And just know I?m savin? up let you play with my sanity
Gives a fuck what you think of me unless you feedin? my family
Mother fuck all my enemies one time for my mini me's
Listen to these niggas I bet you hear plenty me
I?m who they pretend to be the one they pretend to do
See me I?m a hustla I do what my hustlaz do
My ambitions as a hustla
(I won?t deny it, I won?t deny it)
My ambitions as a hustla
(I won?t deny it I?m a straight hustla, I won?t deny it)
(I won?t deny it I?m a straight hustla, I won?t deny it)
(I won?t deny it I?m a straight hustla, I won?t deny it)
Might not just be the best just know I plan to be
I refuse to let suckers win but that's just the man in me
Look it could be the G in me these niggas ain?t seein? me
Unless they seein? me in traffic and somethin? topic and drastic
I say I grind like there 10 of me swear to god there?s just one of me
Look I know I ain?t there yet just know that I?m gonna be
I couldn?t wait to see the day I could change where my momma stay
Put the b.s. behind me there?s too much money in front of me
My ambitions as a hustla
(I won?t deny it, I won?t deny it)
My ambitions as a hustla
(I won?t deny it I?m a straight hustla, I won?t deny it)
(I won?t deny it I?m a straight hustla, I won?t deny it)
Let Me Handle My Bizness [x8]
[Verse 1:]
I Said Young Was Busy Counting Money how Dare you Niggas Count Me Out
Made You Niggas Trap Stars Gave You Something to Trap About
Gave You Niggas Streets is Watchin' , Trap Or Die The Inspiration
During The Recession And The Drought Who Gave You Niggas Motivation
Now the Streets Is Talking Niggas Is Plotting
Public Enemy Number 1 Feel Like Bin Laden
5 4 3 2 1 I'm About to Blow Up
See Me Off In Platinum 2 1 I'm Gettin' Toed Up
Take The Vodka Straight To The Head I'm like you know What?
Just Keep It Trned Up On These Niggas Cause They Don't Know us
If You Never Hustled Don't Matter Now Then You Don't Know Dawg
That Black 745 On Dey Ass Like I'm Going To Show Ya'll
Let Me Handle My Bizness [x8]
[Verse 2:]
I Said You Can Get With This Or, You Can Get With That Shit
That Recompressed ready Rock, Never Coming Back Shit
Have You Whipping All Day And All That's For Practice
Bow our Heads Let Us Pray 20 Years Under My Mattress
Now Lay Me Down To Sleep I Had Dem Streets Dreams
Why The Hell Do You Think My Song Sound like A Street Theme
Never Spossed Shit Where You Stay Guess That's A Street Theme
In The Streets 24/7 Just Like A Street Team
Somewhere off In The Lonely Cell Somewhere In Prison
They Layin' there With They Eyes Closed Seeing My Vision
Cause They Know We Come From The Same Cloths Perfect Position
They Jus Glad I Left The Game When I Did, Perfect Decision
Let Me Handle My Bizness [x8]
Yeah!
[Verse 3:]
All Hail Your Trap Highness, Your One And Only
You KNow I Gotta Do It For Shake I'm Miss Homie
Everyday I'm Out here Making em Proud He Looking On Me
Nerver Thought Id Say This Too Loud Good Looking Homie
He Say Fuck Them Popcorn Ass Niggas That Shit Is Corny
And Motherfuck Them Fake Ass Niggas Thought You Were Phony
Gotta Do It For Them Niggas Just Serve Just Like You're Tony
That Come From Everyday Flippin Them Birds, just like you Showd Me
Put So Many Miles On The Bucket It Needs A Oil Change
Took Them Bitches Out The Garage And Left Them Oil Stains
You Know That Shit Be Taking Forever We Call It Oil Face
Make You Frown up When You See it Call That The Oil Face
Let Me Handle My Bizness [x8]
Its Not
Ay Ay Ay Ay
Turn The Lights Down A Little Bit
Turn My Mic Up A Lil Bit
Ya'll Ready Ya'll Ready
Here I Stand A Grown Ass Man
All By Myself A Grown Ass Man
A Young Nigga With Some Grown Ass Plans
Don't Point Fingers, You Don't Know That Man
You Dont Know Whats Hard
You Dont Know Whats Pain
You Aint Lookin Through That Scope
You Dont Know Its Aim
Minus All The Videos Stickers And Flyers
Most Of These Rappers Are Composive Liars
They Can't Help It, They Need Some Help
Tell Me Wat Kind Of Nigga Tell Lies 2 Himself
They'll Turn Round Tell Da Same Lies To His Fans
Guess Them Real Niggas In Fantasy Land
I Cant Wake You Niggas Up, You Must Be Dreamin
Ya Shit Aint Addin Up You Aint What Ya Seamin
Ya Niggas Is Outta Order Like Soda Machines
Young Jeezy Keep It Colder Like Soda Machines
Ya Aint Never Seen Them Pies
Im Talkin So Much White, It'll Hurt Ya Eyes
I Really Lived It Man
Counted So Much Paper It'll Hurt Ya Hands
From The Trucks To The Rental To The Grey Hound Bus
The Same Old Shit And Adrennalin Rush
I Tried To Tell The People That The Streets Is Watchin
Same Time Be Safe Cuz Them Peoples Watchin
Two Hundread Thousand Mix Tapes Later
From The Streets Of The Chat To The Hoods To The Gator
Same Young Nigga Made A Killin With The Snow
Turned Right Around And Made A Killin Wit The Flow
The Whole City At My Show, They Recitin My Words
I Guess They Like The Way I Recite Them Birds
Prolly Go To Jail For Some Of The Shit I Said
Realist Nigga Ever Done It, Breathin Or Dead
Two Record Deals, Radio Still Wont Play Me
But I Dont Give A Fuck, Cuz Them Streets Done Made Me
Said I Was Affiliated Wit All Them Gangsta Kids
Fuck Ya Thought I Was Gon Do, Turn My Back On My Niggas
Now I Cant Slow Down, Cuz Its Close To Stoppin
Got Errybody Askin, When Da Album Droppin
Da Hottest Nigga In Da City, Wit No Radio Play
When Less Is Gettin Dropped, We'll See Wat U Niggaz'll Say
Is the shit that happen when we go out on the town
Is the shit that happen when we go out on the town
All them bottles get the popping and them bitches get them jocking
and the that we smoking don't be loud
Is the shit that happen when we go out on the town
Is the shit that happen when we go out on the town
All them bottles get the popping and them bitches get them jocking
and the that we smoking don't be loud
Let go, get the car meet me in the old valley
From everything new to the old Chevroley
Half of them them bitches ain't got no top
Half of them bitches part brand new trucks
All them bitches got brand new wheels
None of my niggers ain't got no deal
None of my niggers ain't got no job
All of my niggers got 2-3 cars
What you mean nigger ain't got no care
Like telling og ain't got no air
don't look nine nigger ...on the stage
...nigger got a raise
how you know a nigg ...all that work
...why a nigger ain't so hard in the city
cause they got a 3-4 spots in the city
...on the east, hard on the west, smoke on the south side,
yo all know the risk
...to old and it ain't no blood, ain't coping no stone and it ain't no what
hit it in the front and it ain't no coupe, and and it ain't no Snoop
GA baby wanna smoke that brown, your name ain't Young and this ain't your town
None said pussy like the 3 rose, a lot free oze
None say chips like free do lay, keep playing that like go deejay
matter of fact all free all my niggers gotta my niggers
know what I did that you might be one more time and I might spit eleven
Is the shit that happen when we go out on the town
Is the shit that happen when we go out on the town
All them bottles get the popping and them bitches get them jocking
and the that we smoking don't be loud
Is the shit that happen when we go out on the town
Is the shit that happen when we go out on the town
All them bottles get the popping and them bitches get them jocking
[Chorus:]
Go hard or go home [x16]
[Verse 1:]
As I get comfy on the track
Rather fuck with raw wouldn't comfy with the crack
Yea, never clumsy with the pack
That's prolly why a nigga so clumsy with the stacks
Yea, so clumsy with them racks
Though I aim anywhere so clumsy with the straps
Half a life sentence a half on my lap
Plus I got half of the task on my back
They ain't got nuttin but time, the fuck is that
I'd rather be in jail then broke, this shit is wack
Jizzle only word for ya dog, this shit is crack
Use to hide em up in my crib, the real is back
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Peel the top off the pot jus like a lobster
Off white substance side n it ain't pasta
Damn right he know what he doin look at his posture
Man we jus happy we back nigga I got ya
What u got in ya trunk sound like an opra
Way u stay stuntin on niggas deserves an Oscar
Yo I smoke all day jus like a rosta
And u know it's M.O.B. live like a mobster
Tell me how them project niggas live like the doctors
Studied them projects niggas we got our doctorates
Yea the streets write a book I be the author
Think I'll call it SLP stunt like my patnas
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Dear lord heavenly father please forgive me
Can't turn back on em now these niggas feel me
Never dream of lettin em down that shit'll kill me
First year the money was dirty but now it's filthy
Dear heavenly father you know the real me
The use to hide it in the attic half a mill me
The use to get it in before the deal me
Now niggas actin like I owe em tell em bill me
Back up on our grind we put the worst behind us
No direct eye contact he might blind us
Risk it all everyday of the week so don't remind us
Street niggas we be in the streets that's where ya find us
I'm the realest nigga in here you already know
Got trapper of the year four times in a row (what they give you?)
A lifetime supply of baking soda clientele
A Rolly Watch, two pots and three scales
Can get bout 50 and a Hummer
The birds fly down south to Georgia for the summer
Money, hoes, cars, clothes
Coke prices up and down like six-fours
Just cuz I'm fly like a helicopter
The fed rallies on my tail call 'em bird watchers
Minus the bullshit life's great
Just got a camera in the peach in my license plate
What it do? What the business is?
Word on the street Jeezy known to handle his
Bitch getcha mind right let me talk to 'em
Bitch getcha mind right let me talk to 'em
What it do? What the business is?
Word on the street Jeezy known to handle his
Bitch getcha mind right let me talk to 'em
Bitch getcha mind right let me talk to 'em
It's not a trick question yeah I'm strapped bitch
Also ripped nigga miss me wit that rap shit
Rappin ass nigga better do numbers
I ain't gotta rap I'ma do numbers
A big shoot out on the highway
Jeezy hangin out the coupe lettin' it ride sideways
A straight g nigga don't tempt me
I'll linger the whole clip til the shits empty
Big stacks yeah I got that
That's why I copped that cris by the six packs
Got the feds lines ringin let a telephone
Snitches want me locked up like Akon
Jeezy a rider, Jeezy a motherfuckin fool
Don't approach him like that you and Jeezy ain't cool
Jeezy a gangsta he rolls wit the real g's
And if he's smokin best believe its real trees
From L.A. Straight cush
Presidential shit call it George bush
Everyday is like a game call it fear factor
Gotta trunk full of bricks like a contractor
Seen niggaz leave here and they ain't comin back
Left 'em slumped on the grain in his Cadillac
Jimmy crack horn Jeezy flip O's
[Chorus:]
[Young Jeezy:] Now would you ride for me baby
[Rasheeda:] I'd ride for you baby
[Young Jeezy:] Now would you kill for me baby
[Rasheeda:] I'd kill for you baby
[Young Jeezy:] Well let's get this money... ahhhh... let's get this money
[Rasheeda:] Now would you ride for me baby
[Young Jeezy:] I'd ride for you baby
[Rasheeda:] Now would you kill for me baby
[Young Jeezy:] I'd kill for you baby
[Rasheeda:] Well let's get this money... ahhhh... let's get this money
[Rasheeda:]
Where my real bytch? Holdin it down like a rider should?
You fuk with my nigga... boy I wish you would!
These nigga poppin watch how quick that ass dissapear
Send your baby mamma your shirt, for a souvenir...
Yeahhhhhh... Cause my nicca means everything
Got his name tatted on my body and everything
Keep a bytch grippin woodgrain
5 double O sittin on dem white thangs
Not to mention all the blang in my watch and rangs
And the fifth that daddy dropped on my watch and chains
This nicca love me cause he know I do the damn thang
And I'm a ride of ya, put that shyt on errythang
[Chorus]
[Young Jeezy:]
We got stacks on deck, couple chickens in the coupe
Bad red bone thang black rims on the coupe
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
She straight love a nicca, all she do is bragg
When we got I keep my strap in a leather bag
Shorty wanna ride with me
Ayyyyeeee
And we can get money
And when we get done with that we can get mo money
Confession like Usher, boy I got it bad
Every other day I gotta buy ma baby girl a bag
All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
And a couple million dollars... ladies if you feel me holla
I said ladies if you feel me holla
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
[Chorus]
[Young Jeezy:]
I got my mind on my money, hard on my girl
You know baby girl she ma world
And she will never tell up that on my momma
She say she loves me and that's death before Dishonor!
And that's the only way we know how to rock,
Go head baby show em the rock.
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
[Rasheeda:]
I love ma nicca tell the day I die
No matter what I'm a be right by your side
I neva snitch I take it to ma grave, long as you got my back
I'm down for anything
If you ain't got a real nicca then you can't relate
Ma baby told met hat these jealous hoes love ta hate.
[Intro]
[Chorus:]
I Said The Game The Game Yea It's Over It's Over
And Don't Forget To Tell 'Em That I Told Ya
I Said The Game The Game Yea It's Over It's Over
And Don't Forget To Tell 'Em That I Told Ya
[Verse 1:]
Said I'm Going in Shawty I Got This Little Niggas
I'm Lighting Mama Babys Daddy I'm Doubt These Little Niggas
Still Acting Like They In Or Out These Little Niggas
I Survived Many Magic In My House These Little Niggas
See I Ain't Tryin To Brag I Ain't Tryin To Boast
And Since We Talking That Guess Who Sold The Most
Yea Damn Right Not Even Close
I'm The Type Of Nigga To Re-Up Could Buy A Boat
And When I Say Boat Just So I Meant A Yacht
We Talking About Those Cars Just Know That I Got Alot
Yea No Nigga Just Know I Got A Alot
I'm A Trampolince Nigga Just Know I Flip Before I Flop
[Chorus:]
I Said The Game The Game Yea It's Over It's Over
And Don't Forget To Tell 'Em That I Told Ya
I Said The Game The Game Yea It's Over It's Over
And Don't Forget To Tell 'Em That I Told Ya
[Verse 2:]
They Ask Me Why Do I Never Stress Cause I'm The Best
Hello World You're Rocking With Young So Fuck The Rest
My Aunty Mother Let Me Borrow A Kiss And I Never Miss ?
She Always Used To Clean Up Behind Me Love Her To Death
I Used Too Busy Off On The Block With The Crackheads
I Rather Do That Then Sleep In A Packed Bed
Talking About So Much Pee Stains Wish I Was Dead
Wish I Could Sleep Aside This Bitch Wish I Was Ten
You Don't Know That My Nigga I'm Bumpin That Slick Daddy
Thinking How Could Get My Son The Rich Daddy
I Could Sell Me Some Dope I'm Writing Some Dope Thrines
And That's How You Kill Some Birds With One Dime
[Chorus:]
I Said The Game The Game Yea It's Over It's Over
And Don't Forget To Tell 'Em That I Told Ya
I Said The Game The Game Yea It's Over It's Over
And Don't Forget To Tell 'Em That I Told Ya
[Verse 3:]
I'm in The A-Town Fitted That's Blue With The Red Benz
I'm a Holla TIPs With Me Just And Him Just Us In The Black ?
I Got Them Martin Lawerence Stones In My Ear Them Bring 'em Streets
Last Time I Looked Down I Was Buyig For Two Weeks
I Was Once The MVP In The Triple Beam Team
And Push The Lamborghini That's Listerine Green
What The Fresh That Bitch Was Clean
Mustve Sucked From A Little PMS That Bitch Was Mean
[Chorus:]
I Said The Game The Game Yea It's Over It's Over
And Don't Forget To Tell 'Em That I Told Ya
I Said The Game The Game Yea It's Over It's Over
And Don't Forget To Tell 'Em That I Told Ya
Let's GO!
[Young Jeezy]
F-ck these haters, I’d kill ‘em all if I could
Ain’t scared of none of y’all, so you know my aim good
Blowin bin Ladie in my Porsche 911
Just left Ground Zero, on my way to kush heaven
Can’t slow down, too much evil in my rear view
Sometimes you wanna scream to God, but he can’t hear you
And even if you did, this’ll probably be his answer
"F-ck you ‘plainin’ ’bout? ...It ain’t like you got cancer!!"
Do it for my niggas on the block that got it worse
First the love, then the hate, that just a trap nigga’s curse
I betcha feel like the whole world hatin’ on you
But what’s the holdup? The whole world waitin’ on you
(The fame)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock ’til it’s empty
I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers envy
(The fame)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock ’til it’s empty
I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy
[Young Jeezy]
You mean to tell me from runnin’ my big mouth
That I could chill here in this big penthouse
All elevator’d up, black hardwood floors
Just to sit around and feel like it ain’t yours
Your conscience gotcha feelin’ like you done somethin’ wrong
But the flatscreen say motherf-cker, we on
Pardon me, nigga, do you see this view?
See Ruth’s Chris from here, what the f-ck’s wrong wit’ you
Lookin’ at my Rollie, yeah, it’s almost seven
Bill Gates state of mind wit’ a automatic weapon
You might ‘member from puttin’ on for the city
Or back when it was on two, goin’ for the fitty
Opened up a few squares, opened up a few tours
Just to show niggas keys open up doors
“Oh, we don’t f-ck wit’ Young no mo’” Why not?
The only thing I can figure, ’cause he on top
(The fame)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock ’til it’s empty
I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy(The fame)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock ’til it’s empty
I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy
(The fame)
[Verse 3: T.I.]
What up, world? Long time, huh?
Hey, look
Lately, I been off and out of sight, seldom out of mind
Ay, getcha bidne’ right, and stay the hell up out of mind
I’m out my mind, tryin’ to fix it ‘fore I’m out of time
Don’t worry ’bout me, God got me, bruh, I’m doin’ fine
Another year in prison, promise this is it for me
Tryna make it through the storm, should be makin’ history
No feelin’ sorry for me, keep ya pity and ya sympathy
Good or bad, take it like a man, whatever meant for me
How I did it make ‘em hate my spirit, they wish they could kill it
And they’ll take it however they can get it
Wanna see me fulla misery, walkin’ wit’ my head down
“Let’s decapitate ‘im, then we’ll see if he can wear his crown!”
(The fame…)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock ’til it’s empty
I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers envy
(The fame…)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock ’til it’s empty
I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy
(The fame)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock ’til it’s empty
I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy
(The fame) I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock ’til it’s empty
I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy
I fucked my money up I brought another rarr that's right farri up at least that's what they gon call me
You kno wat I'm thinkin park it by the lambo but my garage is close that's all that it can handle now I'm watchin
Me some scarface breakin down these kilos they ask me waht the lick read 1 triple zero pull up in something crazy
Just like a super hero them boyz that got that bullshit you they called zero if you ain't ridin with me it's 1800 fuck you don't
Make me get them thangs out you kno that I would luv 2 luv 2 come threw something new brand new
Aim it at the front porch hit everybody but you
Yeaah get into it get into it (hey) get into it
Yeaaah that drug dealin muzik that's how I do's it that's how I do' it
Yeaah get into it (hey) gety into it
Yeaaah that drug dealin muzik that's how I do's it does it
My j's just sittin their that motherfucker lazy it say shit to the girs like I kno you see me baby
Watch out for my a.k that motherfucker crazy and every nigga owed me that motherfucker payed me
And everyday I'm iced out gated up tatted up take that money right out the bag trow it on the floor
Then we add it up add it up add it up g stack here g stack their some over there right by the wall
That right their my g stack chair now it's to much money I could count it better when I'm high
I ain't about to miss shit so I guess I'm sleepin when I die
Yeaah get into it get into it (hey) get into it
Yeaaah that drug dealin muzik that's how I do's it that's how I do' it
Yeaah get into it (hey) gety into it
This one for the hood right here
Song dedicated anybody out there that got some dreams
Don't give up on your dreams real talk
Ready kids, let's go
Dreamin', yeah, dreamin', yeah
Dreamin', dreamin', yeah
Dreamin', yeah, dreamin', yeah
Born September 28, my life far from great
No food on the table, so we far from steak
But I'm so close to jail, it feels like I'm so close to hell
Mom's smoking ***, same s*** I'm selling
So who's wrong, her or me
She addicted to the high, I'm addicted to the cash
I almost put my hands on her when I caught her in my stash
How could I do her like that, Lord knows I'm wrong
Why would I do her like that, Lord know she's strong
I know it's been hard but we made it baby
Ten years clean, so she's still my lady, I must be dreamin'
Dreamin', I must think about it
Man I must be dreamin'
I must think about it, dreamin'
Dreamin', I must think about it
Man I must be dreamin'
I must think about it, dreamin', dreamin'
One thing about it, I got love for you hommie
Two things about it, I'll take a slug for you hommie
Look at you now your a business man
I'm proud of you dog, handle your business man
You like tha brother, I never ever had
You try your best and I still get mad
We risked it all together, been through it all together
Caught cases and we're still together
Headed OG, I sleep while you drive
Me and my dog yeah, we're chippin' on fire
Remember back when we shared our clothes
Look at us now *** we sell out shows, I must be dreamin'
Dreamin', I must think about it
Man I must be dreamin'
I must think about it, dreamin'
Dreamin', I must think about it
Man I must be dreamin'
I must think about it, dreamin'
I was young and dumb wit a pocket full of cash
Posted on tha block wit a pocket full of glass
Full speed, still runnin' from my past
But it's starting to catch up, yeah, it's gaining on my a**
There's two types of *** predator and prey
I'm a predator, I pray 3 times a day
Mat Lue once said one day you'll have kids
And how you gon' explain all that *** you did
I'm a soul survivor far from a crook
She always said I was a lot smarter than I look
So I took my dreams and made it some thousands
Then I took my life and made it an album, I must be dreamin'
Dreamin', I must think about it
Man I must be dreamin'
I must think about it, dreamin'
Dreamin', I must think about it
Man I must be dreamin'
I must think about it, dreamin'
Dreamin', I must think about it
Man I must be dreamin'
I must think about it, dreamin'
Dreamin', I must think about it
Man I must be dreamin'
I must think about it, dreamin'
Dreamin', I must think about it
Man I must be dreamin'
I must think about it, dreamin'
Dreamin', I must think about it
This right here is my swag
All the girls all on me swag
Everybody pay attention
This right here is my
Dope boy swag [x4]
Girls on my dick when I dope boy swag
Bitches on my dick when I dope boy swag
Dope boy swag (aye) [x4]
Girls on my dick when I dope boy swag
Bitches on my dick when I dope boy swag
It hurt so bad I need tylenol,
At first though it was the muzik but the pack too loud.
Ask why he ain't have it in the glove compartment,
I told that mutha fucka nigga cause' my strap too proud.
I ain't gonna ask, know you heard of me,
Dial 911 it's an emergency.
Dope boy swag better feel this shit
Ya'll already know I'm bout to kill this shit.
[repeat]
Hat to tha back, matter of fact got new shoes and all
Know how I do it, reppin tha black
Droppin bout 240 an all
Just like that massive strap,
Scuff my shit I'm takin me back to tha mall
Ask ya lil brotha look we always there
Told that bitch gimme all tha pairs
More money in my jeans then ya ever knew ever knew ever seen
Wat ya sellin play boy that's everything lil bit of hard lil bit of green lil bit of soft lil bit of clean
I'm having such a horrible day tryin to put in on the beam and the scale just broke
This number to high and I burnt the nine and I'm hoping them niggas don't smell the smoke smell this smoke smell this dope
[Shawty Redd]
Lady's and gentlemen.
Homies and Homets.
I would like to introduce you to a young man we all grown to love, and that motivates the thugs.
He just put a little CD out right now.
If you a real N***** you'll ride to it
Yo Young you ready? I'm about to put you on blast.
[Young Jeezy]
Verse 1:
So you know it don't stop, so you know it don't quit.
Better get your money cause these hoes ain't ****.
Gotta run me at the mall, yea you know how it get.
F*** around spend ya lease on the whole outfit.
Might see me out cause you know I like to party.
Self made N***** I don't want nobody.
See my name Young Jizzle, I don't want nobody
Got something in my safe, I ain't showing nobody.
Sucka's still hating but you know I don't care.
Real N***** with me put your hands in the air.
Better show respect when your f***ing with a player.
Now you riding around the city like your f***ing with the mayor.
[Chorus]
So you know it don't stop. [You know it don't stop]
So you know it don't quit. [You know it don't quit]
If the music keeps you rocking, and the bottles keep on popping girl don't worry bout the time, girl you fine.
We got champagne on the rocks and all my ladies looking at you, know the party just wont stop til we say. [Oh, Oh, Oh]
[Young Jeezy]
Verse 2:
She wants to buy new shoes and a new bag.
She can call her home girls up, straight brag.
And If you got it like that then you go girl.
Keep doing what your doing s*** its your world.
Not me, you know I'm on to the next girl.
You know how people balled up like an S-Curl.
Put some miles on that thing like an S-Type.
When I'm going off the goose lay the best pipe.
Had the Lexus back then baby white pearl.
All that yea thanks to that white girl.
Said white pearl, s*** I meant pearl white.
All you n***** talking slick know its on sight.
Meanwhile see Jizzle off the shed trails.
With a bad red ball bitch like Chanel.
Got so many gotta name it by the bag whole.
Bet you one thing about it, ???? bad dough.
Shit man fuck
Drivers license and registration pleez
Hey whats up sir umm, look umm
Sir could you pleez step out tha car
Oh not a problem officer its all good im jusy know what im sayin commin from droppin ma lil boy off at ma baby momma house here go ma license right here
Trunk full of yoda heated situation flashlight in ma eyes he want ma registration (what) should i stay should i run got hard got soft got pills got guns
(4real) ma drivers license is revoked just got done burnin so i know he smell tha smoke (damn) but never let em see you see sweat cuz if he search ya
trunk he might find tha tec. Or a bag full of O's wrapped in duck tape nigga between some dirty ass clothes. But i talk to him tha right way he told me
slow it down and have a nice day.
You can do ya thang shawty its okay to floss but its still one rule player dont get caught. cuz everything you gain dog and everything you lost but its
still one rule pimpin dont get caught. fuck every hoe you hit dog and every hoe you toss cuz its still one rule player dont get caught. you can ride clean
shorty you aint gotta walk but its still one rule player dont get caught
Some niggas rob (what) some niggas slang (4real) some niggas stack (naw) some niggas bang (chea) but i congratulate not playa hate you in tha streets
pimpin make ya move get ya cake fuck what you heard through tha grapevine get outta line nigga ima straighten mine. and i dont believe in wastin time well
catch them hoes later. stay on ya grind (thats right) gotta a low tolerence for ignorance (ignorance) you thinkin pleasure im thinkin business. tha
streets didnt raise no fool when you live by the code nigga its only one rule
Got tha phone call (call) had a funny feeling (feeling) told him everything was cool and i was chillin (chillin) we use to chill out and smoke blunts and
i aint seen him in a while maybe a couple months. said he wanna holla he seemed anxious. first thing on ma mind go and get tha strainers. make his folks
pay a ransom bout him. on that bullshit make a good example out him. this nigga hot he on fire (fire) i hope his ass aint wearin no wire naw dog he
Yeah count it up
You already know the deal
You niggas know what I doubt let just speak for real
and when you just keep the artist still
and like the banana bill
like ..you see the flake, once
a criminal ..in blood
when you close your eyes at night you'll be seeing things
‘cause nigga I was seeing things
At least ..time .
Magic city ..let me reminisce
A nigga must admit how did it come to this
You got nigga round like you run the town
So ..game over
right back and hit all .
They like everybody talk ..but they all none,
What your nigga know about counting millions,
embrace and their money are in the
Chorus:
Now count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up
Take your all ..pocket
Now count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up
Put it all ..your pocket.
I'm going near, f*cking I'm going near,
I was just about to check up the top let's begin,
Let the room start to fill up with smoke no inhalin',
I turn it forward into a nine I'll be in heaven,
with this nine I'll be a felon,
for doing no time just know I'm ..
The government don't really approve of what I'm selling,
we all know the rules just no tell em,
Even though I can't bring the world no
Just a casualty to game more like a
no treat babes ..fifteen hundred and when we were ..
And tell me how I go up to at least
Just one for the niggas I hit ..do anything
Every day risk it deep in the game
I'm about to ..that nigga shit, I feel the same.
They like everybody talk ..but they all none,
What your nigga know about counting millions,
embrace and their money are in the
Chorus:
Now count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up
Take your all ..pocket
Now count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up
Cannon, I see you nigga
See I'mma start off so slow yeah, I said so slow
They love me out in D.C. just like gogo
Said gogo yeah, I said gogo
See 'em back with Don Cannon it's a gogo
See I want my song like cocoa
I like to heat mine up like cocoa
See dem 87 Jeans, see the logo
Every time a day, count em' baby, gogo
You know how the drought be everythin' slow
You know how the drought be anythin' goes
Remember back when, when I got the snow low
And I was in and out of state just like Romo
Lookin' out for them boys no homo
Can't tell 'em what you're drivin', that's a no, no
I'mma tell you this but keep it on the low, low
If his numbers too low he might be the popo
Things are gettin' higher, makes it hard on the buyers
Unemployment on the rise, gasoline [Incomprehensible]
Rent being paid late, please, let the dollar circulate
Let it, let it, let it, let it, let it, let it, let it circulate
Circulate, circulate, circulate, circulate
Sittin' here starin' at this empty safe
Like what the fuck I'm gonna do with all this empty space
Got me lookin' at my bills like this ain't my place
Who am I to stop the party? But that ain't my place
And I'm never givin' up, see that ain't my case
If that was my case, then I plee the fifth
But the way I'm feelin' now, might drink me a fifth
Next year [Incomprehensible], might send me a gift
Might send you a ride, might send you a lift
Might send you a roll, might send you a script
Might send you a bag, might send you a plug
Might send you some thangs, might show you some love
Yeah, don't be the next to get flexed
Notice you ain't but you might wanna check
I tell you what, this is what I'll tell you
When shit get rough, no tellin' what they'll sell you
Interest rates goin' up, seems like nobody [Incomprehensible]
Meat prices up to steak, utilities are on their way
Airlines are runnin' late, please, let the dollar circulate
Let it, let it, let it, let it, let it, let it, let it circulate
Circulate, circulate, circulate, circulate
I had to be the one to say I told you
God knows I can't wait until this recession's over
Higher than me, shit I'm tryin' to see
And wherever they be at it, that's where I'm tryin' to be
It was all good a week ago, Young the big tipper
Grind it all, we can throw it all at the strippers
Lookin' at my stash like where the fuck the rest at
Lookin' at my watch like it's a bad investment
Speakin' of investments, we talkin' investments
My re-up money, yeah, I'm tryna invest it
Sell a nigga dream, man, tellin' me it's up
Folks got it on hold, you still ain't heard nothin'
Said there was millions goin' broke
Industry pollutin' the air with smoke
Politicians talkin' crazy, workers bein' so lazy
Is it all because of Watergate? Please, let the dollar circulate
Let it, let it, let it, let it, let it, let it, let it circulate
Circulate, circulate, circulate
Circulate, circulate, circulate
Pressure is on again, either way it's still the same
Schools are cryin' too, they can't do they job they wanna do
We can go to the moon and float in space
Please, let it, let it, let it, let the dollar
(Chorus)
20 g's put a choppa n da paint nigga, smoking stanky nigga you know what the fuck im dranking nigga
Bitch im high everyday thats what the fuck i say, Broad day AK until its emptyy, See Jeezy thats my motherfucking dog, its motherfuck him and its motherfuck yall
That boy jeezle one real ass nigga, say what the fuck they want bitch and steal that nigga
Extendoo! thats how the clips be, all stacked up pretty thats how the bricks be, man i squeeze this motherfucka till its empty, fuck around and cook your whole shitt RICE CRISPIES
certified aint a pussy nigga realer, as far as im concerned ima pussy nigga killa
And you already know nigga im dying about mine, and i really mean that, and I aint lying about mine
50 g's just to bulletproof the lambo, one hundred in case these niggas wanna campo
See jeezy get the strap and think he rambo, choppa with a short strap and all wood handle
(Chorus)
You want a half pack i got the whole thang, lets say you gimme 28 i keep the whole the thang
Nothing said getting money like some cocaine, shoot at the gas tank watch it blow up like some propane, BOOM!
Man this rap shit remind me of the dope game, the only thing none of yall sold cocaine
This remind me of the time I thought lost my rocks
Took my j's off and they was in my socks
Stones that big I put them in my watch
Got something for you haters and it's in that glock
(We cooking chickens no flour, we count the money weigh the powder) [x2]
I got my mind made I wanna be a millionaire
I got my mind made I take them bitches anywhere
I got pocket full of stones like I'm bun b
I got a pocket full of phones like I'm pimp c
What ya know snow or ghetto more like willie d
I park that lamb in that ghetto well that's silly of me (haha)
I got my backs packed yeah I'm thinking road trip
That mr. ice cream, rocky road trip
I'm about that getting green yeah I'm bumpin project back
I make it back with these blocks I bring the projects back
So I can cop that black benz for them chicken heads
I'm in the club spendin' ends yeah that chicken bread
This remind me of the time I thought lost my rocks
Took my j's off and they was in my socks
Stones that big I put them in my watch
Got something for you haters and it's in that glock
(We cooking chickens no flour, we count the money weigh the powder)
I'm in my 87' swiss that's my stove swag
I whip it till it's upset I make the stove mad
There's so much smoke up in this bitch man I can't see
And from a distance it look like I'm makin' iced tea (man you say ice t)
Everybody looks cocoa, when my dog was on I got them for the low low
I'm in that black on black lamb I call it country black
I threw them 30's on them lade now that's my country lac
Now what ya license plate say? I'm standin' to tall, now what that.40 cal say?
Bitch I will do ya'll, is it true you be rollin' with them chopper toys?
And everytime you in the club you with them chopper boys?
This remind me of the time I thought lost my rocks
Took my j's off and they was in my socks
Stones that big I put them in my watch
Got something for you haters and it's in that glock
Four shots to the chest, my niggas get at me
They don' fucked around and fucked up my new white tee
I'm just livin my life, why they mad at me
Woke up this morning, I ain't see this coming
Should I even bust back, you ain't see me running
I hope heaven got a VIP line
Got some partners in hell that'll sneak me in the back door
You know I hate waitin in line
Paramedics on the way, but they wastin they time
Everybody standin over a nigga, screamin and shit
Damn, ya'll give a nigga a second to think
Which one of you niggas shot me, it was one of you bastards
Bet a nigga can't throw a hundred grand in my casket
Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans
A USDA top and a throw-away glock
Bury me a G, nothin more nothin less
When I get where I'm goin, I just gotta be fresh
Expect the worst, but hope for the best
But you know how it is, amen god bless
I can't leave now niggas owe me money
My nigga on the westside owe me bout a dub
And my partner with a few, shit he owe a nigga too
I should'a hugged my son, should'a kissed my mother
Spent some time with her, show her I love her
Every night she was prayin for me, I was in the streets
Active little nigga, should I stay in some beef
Gucci go through some shit and he really need me
And what about the streets, shit they need me too
I'm on some got Def Jam, shit they owe a nigga too
Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans
A USDA top and a throw-away glock
Bury me a G, nothin more nothin less
When I get where I'm goin, I just gotta be fresh
We interruped our program to bring you this breaking news story,
I'm Kelly Washington reporting for WKKT Cannel 7
Witnesses say that around 1.45 this morning shots were fired out of an atlanta nightclub rapper Young
Jeezy was involved in this shooting but at this time it is unclear wether he was a suspect or the victim
We'll bring you further details as they become available
Back to you
I was on my way i was almost gone
I was almost there i was almost home
It was some Kanye sh*t tryna touch the sky
Jesus walks god testify
I'm a legend like John we're ordinary people
You only get one life there's no sequel
So you can't take nothing for granted
And don't take granted for nothing
So i gotta thank god for waking me up this morning
And giving me this air to breath
Jesus lord forgive me for
Every Gram i sold
Every glock i popped
Every rock that i...
Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans
A USDA top and a throw-away glock
Bury me a G, nothin more nothin less
It's young jizzle from the bottom of the map
Got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay , ay, ay, ay
I do it for the trappers with tha tha tha rocks
And them ole G niggas with tha tha tha blocks
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay , ay, ay, ay
I'm strapped up
I'm iced out, a nigga play, it's lights out
Cost a cool quarter million, that's how you'll find me
Swirvin' through traffic with them ghouls behind me
Ya betta call ya crew, you gon' need help
Hole car strapped and I ain't talkin' seat belts
Red cross nigga, yeah we draw blood
Hole team got choppers like a bike club
I don't get mad, I just get money
And laugh at these fuck niggas 'cuz they so funny
All a gangsta do is stay fresh
45 with the Gucci Teflons vest
It's young jizzle from the bottom of the map
Got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay , ay, ay, ay
I do it for the trappers with tha tha tha rocks
And them ole G niggas with tha tha tha blocks
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay , ay, ay, ay
I'm on fire, the kids outta control
Competition want me to stop, drop and roll
Like I had a flame thrower and some gasoline
Set the city on fire that's on everything
I walk around like I got a grip in my pants
Yeah that's about 10 stacks, half a brick in my pants
Fish scale got papi on speed dial
Ya niggas gettin' raped ya still gettin' oil base
My flow is bananas, the coop is grape
Evisu jeans with the bathing apes
Dessert on the pillow choppers by the night stand
You can roll the dice play with your life man
It's young jizzle from the bottom of the map
Got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay , ay, ay, ay
I do it for the trappers with tha tha tha rocks
And them ole G niggas with tha tha tha blocks
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay , ay, ay, ay
All that tough talk ya just wastin' ya breath
Hit ya ass with them things have ya chasin' ya breath
You got loose lips, ya betta put a collar on 'em
Black chenille frames I spent a cuple dollars on 'em
Whole zip of kush just to get my mind right
Aggression rolls, see the ones get my sound right
My money come fast so that's how I spend it
Trunk soundin' like it got a marchin' band in it
You in the minor leagues and I'm a heavy weight
Flippin' brick houses, we call it real estate
Five thousand for the pound get ya curb serviced
Sell a lot of grass like I got a lawn service
It's young jizzle from the bottom of the map
Got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay , ay, ay, ay
I do it for the trappers with tha tha tha rocks
And them ole G niggas with tha tha tha blocks
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Yea uh huh, you know what it is
Black and yellow [x4]
Yea uh huh, you know what it is
Black and yellow [x4]
[Chorus:]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, I do it big
Yeah, uh huh, screamin that's nothin
When I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin
I rep my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow [x4]
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds I'm in
Black and yellow [x4]
[Young Jeezy:]
Brown blunts, black Nike's
3 red bone bitches and they all dykes
Said her girl on the way, she a yellow bone
Said she wanna hear me on the black and yellow song
Told her guess what? this your lucky day
Smoked an ounce with Young Wiz just the other day
Young on the G Mix, should we change the colors
Tell 'em hell to the No you pussy muthaf-ckas
Remember cop my 1st lamb it was Black and Yellow
You know it had to match the watch so it matched the bezel
Bitch I just seen Young in a bananna peel
Got that 50 round clip for that bannana feel
They tellin' lies for a living, I so Roddy White
Pull the plug on them niggas it was nighty night
Outta sight outta mind, bitch I'm in these streets
Next summer, helicopter, black and yellow seats
[Chorus:]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, I do it big
Yeah, uh huh, screamin that's nothin
When I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin
I rep my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow [x4]
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds I'm in
Black and yellow [x4]
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Got a call from my jeweler, this just in
And women love me cause I'm messin' with their best friends
Not a lesbian but she a freak though
This ain't for one night I'm shinin all week bro
I'm sippin cleeko and rockin yellow diamonds
So many rocks up in the watch I can't tell what the time is
Got a pocket full of big faces
Throw it up cause every body that I'm with taylor'd
[Chorus:]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, I do it big
Yeah, uh huh, screamin that's nothin
When I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin
I rep my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow [x4]
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds I'm in
Black and yellow [x4]
Stay fly like how I'm supposed to do
That crowd underneath them clouds, can't get close to you
And my car look unapproachable
Super clean but it's super mean
She wanna ride with them cats, smoke weed, count stacks, get fly, take trips and that's that
Real rap, I let her get high, she want she feel that, convertible drop fill, 87 the top peel back
[Chorus:]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, I do it big
Yeah, uh huh, screamin that's nothin
When I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin
I rep my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow [x4]
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds I'm in
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
If you ain't from round here dog don't even come around
Twist ya fingers up bang motherfucker bang
Throw ya hoods up bang motherfucker bang
Eastside! (Hit 'em up bang motherfucker bang)
Southside! (Hit 'em up, bang motherfucker bang)
Do ya thug thang gon' get 'em up
Represent ya side nigga hit 'em up
Disrespect we gon' take it there
We 30 deep lil nigga we ain't fighting fair
You better holla at ya partners
Before we catch them outside and hit they ass wit dem choppers
The .45 make my pants sag
Catch me bouncing through the club wit my black flag
You don't like it do something nigga
Where I'm from if we don't like it we do something nigga
And you know we gon' ride homes
Stomped a nigga ass out until they turn the lights on
Me and Jeezy on the back street
Choppers in the back seat
What we fin to do the questions yean even gotta ask me
Desert in my lap and skullcap and a black tee
Looking for the niggaz that say they fin to attack me
Turn the music down low and let the 'llac creep
Fuck the police I give a damn if they catch me
Wait a minute that's that nigga looking at me
Let off 50 shots you niggaz ran like a track meet
I know my partners would have did the job for a flat fee
But seeing dem niggaz bleed is the only thing that's gon' relax me
I'm hands on nigga damn what you say
All them games that you play don't stand a chance in the A nigga
Roll up on yo block
All the bullshit stops
Man hoe know that I'm the prince so that ass gon' drop
I was born in the A with thangs in my face
Smoke weed everyday
Zone 3 where I stay
Yeah I think I'm the shit cause I got an SS
But the shit a old folk so you can receive the letter
I'm the best of the best
And the freshest of the fresh
Gotta pistol black out wit an Atlanta Hawk vest
Gotta lifetime of trouble and my brain still nervous
I don't rep the A by mistake I do the shit on purpose
Do it how it's worth it rim and the cars swerving
[Young Jeezy - Chorus]
You think you're ballin cause you got a block?
He think he ballin cause he got a block?
You know these hoes came to see me ball
You know these hoes love to see me ball
You think you're ballin cause you got a block?
He think he ballin cause he got a block?
You know these hoes came to see me ball
You know these hoes came to see me ball[Lil Wayne]
These hoes call me Tunechi baby
N-ggas think they seeing me, they hallucinating
Bitch, I'm balling, ballin' like a muthaf-cker
12 gauge, bitch, I got a dozen of them
N-gga broke, acting like he got it though
I'm with a Spanish bitch, if she aint f-cking, adios!
So many cars I'm like eenie meenie minie moe
So many colours in the diamonds, Kaleidoscope
Last year I made a hundred million dollars flat
Run in ya house, get to poppin' at your shower cap
My homies got them firebirds like Pontiac
And if them bitches don't sell, we buy em back
Where the strippers, tell em Tune on his way
Tell them n-ggas I'm strapped like lingerie
I aint trippin, I'm ballin, call me NBA
I-I aint trippin, I'm ballin, call me NBA
[Young Jeezy - Chorus]
You think you're ballin cause you got a block?
He think he ballin cause he got a block?
You know these hoes came to see me ball
You know these hoes love to see me ball
[Lil Wayne]
You think you're ballin cause you got a block?
(feat. Mannie Fresh)
First I'm going to stack my flow
Then I'm going to stack some more
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
It's a wrap we on the way to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kicking her out
Patty cake patty cake microwave
These suckas make a square, god damn I'm paid
I'm so cool but I'm so hot and I'm so fly and you is so not
Show me what your working with, just like that
Turn around, bend over, bring it back
Snowman and Mannie Fresh bring it back
So Mannie Fresh and Snowman, it's a rap
Wrap it up in the club, ya I'm so crazy
These other rappers actors like Patrick Swayze
I try to tell them but these niggas aint hear me
Mossberg pump, i'm riding shotgun literally
Live from the projects, you know what it is
Hey Snowman can I get an adlib
Get the club crunk, cant take that from me
A drop ya, still got a lil drug money
First I'm going to stack my flow
Then I'm going to stack some more
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
It's a wrap on the way to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kicking her out
I see you lookin, what you looking at
Catch Snowman in the kitchen with his cooking ass
I'm so clean but I'm so grimey
So dirty but yet I'm so shiney
My nigga, Kiki B told me me finish my meal
Def jam 7 figures we can finish the deal
Some say I lucked up I call it perfect timing
Nigga, I can't lose the whole city's behind me
First I'm going to stack my flow
Then I'm going to stack some more
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
It's a wrap on the way to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kicking her out
I got million dollar dreams and federal nightmares
We pop chris my niggas and still drink beer
What did you expect man I came from nothing
Real street niggas wouldnt change for nothing
Got my nigga out the hood, it's such a wonderful feeling
Three car garage with the twelve foot ceilings
It ought to be a crime just to feel this good
I swear it ought to be a crime just to be in this hood
First I'm going to stack my flow
Then I'm going to stack some more
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
It's a wrap on the way to the house
[Intro:]
In the midst of negativity
A positive sight can be blurred
And the visions that we thought were good seems to let evil occur
While still possessed in our human form we live life searching for greatness
Since the day we were born
And as we bow our heads at night
Rich, wealthy, or poor with dislikes
We pray asking for forgiveness for our sinful ways
With Mind, Body, Spirit, and Faith we Pray AMEN
Yea (Amen) You like that right (Amen) I wrote it myself by the way (Amen)
Yo Young (Amen) Jeezy Jizzle Snowman
We gotta give the streets what they want man
Fuck the got damn shit
You gotta get it in
Let's get it
[Verse 1:]
Bow our heads let us pray
Thanks to the day
Bills paid crib laid thanks to the Yay
In that 'Rari at that red light that's in the 'A'
Glock 40 with that red light that's anyway
See you mothafuckas actin' like ya'll done caught amnesia
I know what to do get them chains up out the freezer
Bitch it's Mr. Trap or Die ok you niggas asked for it
Ya'll know these niggas could'ntwalk a mile in my air jordans
I'm like adidas on a zebra mothafucka way too many stripes
Countin' 20's in my white beater way 2 many nights
I'm talkin' all the yay you ever seen beyond ya wildest dreams
Niggas get that first million dollars, buy the wildest things
Frog green bubble eyed coupe seats giraffe skin
That one reckless ass phone call will get ya ass ten
[Chorus:]
Please Lord yea it's gettin' realer everyday
Niggas killin' niggas starvin' because they can't find no yay
See the first done rolled around and they bills they cannot pay
So some be trappin' some be dyin' bow our heads and let us pray
Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen
Yea yea
[Verse 2:]
I got them units packed in that black van like the A-Team
Even seen em come 2-toned like a Saleen
Saleen Saleen yeaaaaa that's a Mustang
Break em down in the 9 that's what I call hust-ling
They say they want that dumb shit but this is ignorant
Spent a condo on the timepiece now that's ignorant
They like Young you a fool yea I could of bought some real estates
Instead I bought a half a block and tried to sorb half the state
I'm on 75 75 when they was goin' for the 25
I guess it's pickin' up a trey just a ordinary day with extraordinary pay
Extraordinary risks can't even explain got a extraordinary wrist
I talk it cause I lived in many shit ain't really nothin to me
Tell ya like Sosa told Tony don't you fuck with me
[Chorus:]
Please Lord yea it's gettin' realer everyday
Niggas killin' niggas starvin' because they can't find no yay
See the first done rolled around and they bills they cannot pay
So some be trappin' some be dyin' bow our heads and let us pray
[chorus]
i don't think they know the time (x5)
heard the streets f-cked up, i can see the sign
heard they going for the 30 straight
i can't lie, man that shit got me 38
red hot, on fire
glass pot, on fire
red dot, on fire
5 shots, on fire
[young jeezy – verse 1]
ooh oh, your boy back
and he way to flashy, got my toys back
nigga i just left the lot, i aint come to play
he pull me from my dealer tag, f-ck you trying to say
know some niggas doing 10, blame it on the yay
clip hold half a hundred, blame it on the k
still the realest nigga any, these niggas cb4
this is f-ck a nigga records, and i'm the ceo
got them stack long and wide, like some lego blocks
say you need a real home, this my lego spot
you ever seen so much money in a duffle bag?
soon as you open up the ship, the bitch will double brag
[chorus]
i don't think they know the time
heard the streets f-cked up, i can see the sign
heard they going for the 30 straight
i can't lie, man that shit got me 38
red hot, on fire
glass pot, on fire
red dot, on fire
5 shots, on fire
[young jeezy – verse 2]
i'm in that purple lam', looking like some dirty sprite
catch them bastards with them birds, yeah that rowdy white
where i'm from them things hot, and that talk is cheap
and aint nobody hearing shit, cause they trying to eat
all they can eat, buffet style
nigga selling anything, buffet wild
db9 stupid grill, yeah that overbite
need me 9 stupid deals, this shit is overpriced
got it vacuum sealed up, that's the hide the scent
so much that if they pull you over, smell it through the vent
if them people hit them lights, i be a nervous wreck
when you don't fear nothing but the lights, now that's a nervous check
[chorus]
i don't think they know the time (x5)
heard the streets f-cked up, i can see the sign
heard they going for the 30 straight
i can't lie, man that shit got me 38
red hot, on fire
glass pot, on fire
red dot, on fire
Uh, ay, uh, ay, uh, ay, ay, ay
Here we go, here we go
Let's get it
It's Young Jizzle and I'm back with Timbo (whoa)
With another hit, ya still stuck in a limbo (damn)
An adlib here, and an adlib there (ay)
Fuck it, adlibs everywhere (yeeeeeeeeah)
As I proceed to give ya what you need (need)
Spit tre drop, nigga cocoa leaves (leaves)
A-Town pimp, tell me what you know about it
Wanna talk white, I'll tell ya what I know about it (ha ha)
I'm on that Grey Goose, higher than a pelican (damn)
Sophmore year, but I spit it like a veteran (yup)
Gangsta, gangsta, you can tell by the swag (swag)
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?
It's about three in the morning (ay)
Gotta leave with something hot cause a nigga horny (yeah)
Now I'm in the parking lot, baby all over me (ha ha)
Ay, ay, wait a minute ha (let's go)
It's about three in the morning (ay)
Got my thang, cocked cause them boys they be on it (yeah)
Niggas they be talking but, they don't really want it (what ya say?)
Ay, ay, wait a minute ha (let's go)
The flow's so cold (yup) and I'm so cool (whoa)
Let a nigga try, I'mma act a damn fool (ay)
Got that Will Ferrell, we call it old school
Then we mix it all up, call it Pro Tools (ha ha)
Serve em demo tracks (tracks) let em demo that (yeah)
All these bitches in the club, where the bad ones at? (huh)
She got a mean walk (walk) I got a big stick (yeah)
I see ya mugging homie, I got a full clip (yeah)
See I master that, and then I mastered this
Then I bring it all back, I gotta master wrist
I was on dro (dro) and she was on Hen (Hen)
She was on her, and I was zoning (let's get it)
Verse three, I'm back to the basics (yup)
Fresh out the jeweler, came back with the bracelet (ay)
Blowing haze yea dogg I can taste it
Parked the 430 came back in a spaceship (damn)
And my whip game (game) is so sick mayne (yeah)
I double up everytime I flip mayne (whoa)
Birds by the flocks, clips in the glocks
Multi-platinum, still watching for the cops (ha ha)
Ya girl keep sweating me, she staring at my rocks (rocks)
Me I'm gee'd up, grabbing on my...huh?
I walk it how I talk it, play it how I say it
Yeah!
Oh this shit right here nigga
This thug motivation-103
(I'm on my way)
I'm a tell these niggas what I'm doing
I saidim sitting here chillin with this roley on my arm
What I paid for this it shouldve came with an alarm
Yeah I'm tryna fuck baby don't be alarmed
I used to play Kobe but now I play Lebron
Let's go!
[Chorus:]
See I'm sitting here chillin with this roley on my arm
What I paid for it shouldve came with an alarm
Yeah baby I'm tryna fuck baby don't be alarmed
See I used to play Kobe but now I play Lebron
Kobe, Lebron, Kobe, Lebron
Yeah I used to play Kobe until I played lebron
Kobe, Lebron, Kobe, Lebron
24, 23 y'all niggas remember me
[Verse 1:]
Y'all niggas remember who?
Summer of 02'
Came doing that white thang
They ain't know what to do
They ain't know what to think
I ain't know how to feel
And I ain't even have a deal then dog let's keep it real
And whilevwe at it nigga let's just keep it trill
Still the realest nigga in it homie how you feel?
I said I'm feeling like a million bucks
Make me go to Footlocker and buy about a million chucks
(damn) Uh Oh! They say the club is off the chain
I'm on my louie shit fuck some gucci mane
These niggas still on my dick
They like some groupies mane
Can't keep they lips closed
They worse than coochies mane
And that fruity lookin stupid like some coogi mane
Let you trick me out these streets
You must be stupid mane
Tell em this ain't what he want not the boy snow
But between me and you I think the boy slow (ha ha)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Y'all niggas remember that money before rap
Niggas round my way call me Mr. Penny and a Sac
Them Boyz N Da Hood they call a nigga Mr. Bring It Back
Mr. Go and Get It anywhere you know I keep a map (Yeah)
They say it's going down tonight I hope I make it back
He say he reeing up now you know I'm loving that
She say it's going down tonight you know I'm fucking that
And ain't no shit and? Me you know I'm fucking strapped
Uh Oh! They say the club is off the chain
Straight shots to the head fuck some juice mane
Ask the real niggas in the city who got the juice mane
These niggas talking bout they work but where they proof mane
Y'all know these niggas clowns and I'm the truth mane
If this is what your going for then what's the use mane
Tell em this ain't what they want not the boy snow
But between me and you I think them boys slow
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Y'all niggas remember when I used to get it in
V.P. West Inn
Pull up with a light tent
Fall up in the spot
Blow about a light 10 [x2]
All that I'm light skinned (ha ha)
Couple hundred karrots and all that's on my skin
You niggas get the picture of what I've written den
Pardon me (why) Feds takin snap shots
Ain't been there 30 minutes spent the half block (damn)
Uh Oh! The club is still off the chain
Don't stop there where the after party mane
Jizzle who you tryna invite mane
Everybody mane
This is my summer and I'm killing everybody mane
So I'm a be out in every hood
Hollering at everybody
And I'm a be in every spot nigga and every party
See this is what they want yeah that boy snow
But between me and you I think them hoes slow (ha ha)
When I done it you know I did it to death
So sit back 'n hold ya breath
I don't know 'bout dem, I really ran these streets
So listen up this shit get deep
You know I'm smokin' the best, I ain't got to brag
The young fly nigga with tha Georgia swag, yeah
The seats swede so is the pipe
And try tell Minisota, show us tha Vikings
Inside so soft can't believe, it's not butter
Snowman bitch did I stu stu studder
Came straight from the hood, right to the big screen
The way da boy ball we'll swear he had hoop dreams
No grants, no scholarships
Had to make my own way, I still stake dem chips
The homie from the block put me down with da knowledge
Straight to tha pros, ya I swerve past college
(What you talkin' bout)
Livin' my life 'n I'ma get it all no matter the price
When I did it you know I done it da best
Sit back and just hold ya breath, just hold ya breath
(What you talkin' bout)
Changin' the game in show you how these rappin' ass niggas is lames
When I did it you know I done it da best
Sit back and just hold ya breath, just hold ya breath
They say da blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the blacker the rims the sweeter the Coupe
The money goes out that sack comes in
I can't even lie I do it all again
I flip the rap game just like the work
And it was snow white just like my shirt
Counted so much paper, seen so many haters
Seen bricks stacked tall as sky scrapers
Goddamn dats high
Done everything I said so I am that fly
Every dude was a troop tell me who came realer
The word on the street is that I'm still that nigga
(What you talkin' bout)
Livin' my life 'n I'ma get it all no matter the price
When I did it you know I done it da best
Sit back and just hold ya breath, just hold ya breath
(What you talkin' bout)
Changin' the game in show you how these rappin' ass niggas is lames
When I did it you know I done it da best
Sit back and just hold ya breath, just hold ya breath
Between love 'n hate there's a thin ass line
I think we all can agree last summer was mine
And if ya don't say my name, den you wastin' ya time
And if I don't rub my watch, then I'm wastin' my shine
Spend a hundred on a homie, den sit tha time
A few mill before the deal and I'm still on da grind
The cridits criditsize me 'cause a nigga talkin' yay
I ain't suga coati'n shit this is who I am
Nigga you been to da A, seen me makin' it rain
Seen it wit ya own eyes you know dis shit ain't a game
So you niggas listen closely to what I'm sayin'
If ya game ain't money den I ain't playin'
(What you talkin' bout)
Livin' my life 'n I'ma get it all no matter the price
When I did it you know I done it da best
Sit back and just hold ya breath, just hold ya breath
(What you talkin' bout)
Changin' the game in show you how these rappin' ass niggas is lames
When I did it you know I done it da best
I'm way to gone, what the fuck I’m a doing
Wake up in the morning, who the fuck am I screwing?
My partner on brown and you know I'm on white
You know its going down, I can do this all night
Gotta get to the paper one time for the haters
Money over bitches two times for the fakers
Cause even in the dark, baby I’m a shine bright
I'm way too gone, the best night of my life
Yeah, I said g-g-g-go DJ
I see you got that Jizzle on replay
Just keep that Jizzle on repeat
It's about the time everybody scream "free Meech!"
Let's take ya bitch ass back to '05
Close your eyes, take a rough nigga look, Atlanta lights
Club vision, PJ in my hand, I'm on the couch
Man this nigga Meech just blew a quarter mil, he bought a house
Man you niggas gonna lace up your sneaks, it's time to ball
Presidential at the Swiss Hotel, making come alls.
Posted up, all black in the back, 100 deep
A hundred coupes posted up in the front, 200 seats
Man somebody call the IRS, too many lambos
Yea I'm talking bottles and blunts, all you can handle
Them other niggas fake, to them fallings where its at.
Man the real niggas do real things, let's drink to that!
[Hook]
I'm way to gone, what the fuck I’m a doing
Wake up in the morning, who the fuck am I screwing?
My partner on brown and you know I'm on white
You know its going down, I can do this all night
Gotta get to the paper one time for the haters
Money over bitches two times for the fakers
Cause even in the dark, baby I’m a shine bright
I'm way too gone, the best night of my life
I said I'm gone! I'm going going gone!
Way this night is going, man I won't make it home
I’m a wake up in the room, wake up with a hangover
What I spent last night I could bought a Range Rover
Got my Raybans on, yeah I see you haters
Keep doing what you doing, cause I need you haters
She said whats your cologne, said you can call it strong
If I had to name my money baby, I would call it long.
I said I'm way too gone, I don’t see nobody,
I aint even on the bill, I'm acting like it’s my party.
Feel like I'm on fire or just that hot,
If I smoke another blunt, yeah I swear I'm gonna die
You can call the weed man, tell him bring another zip
I know he just left, yeah he gotta make another trip
So hot in here feel like I'm going to faint
Even though I'm past my limit, still think I'm gonna drink
[Hook]
[Future]
I woke up early this morning, three white girls trying to take turns
I'm blowing money fast, so caught up in the moment
One time for the ballers, two times for my hommies.
I'm a rock star in real life; I'm an astronaut outta sight.
Put Codeine in my Sprite, my wrist is full of ice
I don’t even know her name, shes so caught in the hype.
Its ok baby, cuzz I'm a millionaire for life,
I got bitches on my payroll, they me in vallet white.
I'm an Ethiopian, we in Vegas, you and Dyson
Got a girl at home, I know I'm wrong, it feels so right
On the first road, young I hope I wrote a sinch
We in the club with thugs, this must be heaven.
I'm a t-r-a-p-s-t-ar
Got the city on lock, big shoes on the car
And she likes it (she likes it nigga) Ay
And she likes it (chyeah)
(Lets get it) Got the city on smash
Streets on click clock
Eighty grand just to see the Jacob go tick tock (haha)
I'm so materialistic, so well connected
Just ask about it, so well respected (ayy)
Run the streets all day I don't get no sleep (nope)
Eat at Spondivits four times a week
Bucket of crab legs, Slick had the lobsters (chyeah)
I'm the real deal these other niggaz imposters
Popping gold bottles, yeah I took them sips (sips)
50 in the trunk, yeah I took those trips (trips)
Keep the white girl, yeah forever my lady (chyeah)
Two grand flat get ya four and a baby, c'mon
I'm a t-r-a-p-s-t-ar
Got the streets on lock, big shoes on the car
And she likes it (she likes it, she likes it)
And she likes it
I'm a t-r-a-p-s-t-ar
Keep barney in the suites, copt goose from the bar
And she likes it (she likes it, chyeah, ayy ayy)
And she likes it (She likes it, she likes it)
Slide through the hood to just to check my dough (dough)
Trap-star fresh from head to toe (toe)
From toe to head the kicks match the cap (chyeah)
Black T-shirt, yeah it match the strap (ayy)
The stones in the watch, yeah they match the chain
New Jordans on his feet, Snowman's the name (haha)
Fresh out the paint shop threw the fo's on it (fo's on it)
Now the Chevy got Lamborghini doors on it (doors on it)
Mix the Grey Goose with the cranberry juices (what)
Nigga can't you tell I really sold those deuces (yup)
The squares are white, the tape is black (what else)
The wait is over, the real is back (ayy)
Lil momma wanna holla at a pimp (pimp)
My money true straight, I don't walk witta limp (naw)
It ain't hard girl just use ya head (haha)
Slices stacked up, I got colonial bread (yeahhh)
Now she off the chain, yeah she so erotic
Purple Mango, yeah its so exotic (chyeah)
No punch lines (nope) no riddles (uh huh)
I'm talking white squares with the stamps in the middle (haha)
You know me, take the good with the bad
Cant complain the Porsche came with the rag
And the chopper came with extra clips
Same dramas thats on my momma, I serve them like benihana
Set the numbers down they ate em up like they paranahs
You swear I had the whole hood biting like them iguanas
Had them chicken tenders all lined up like the Mcdonald's
Up early sunday cookin this breakfast in my pajamas
Dropped a thousand but I lost 28 at least i'm honest
Man these niggas lying all on tracks all on wax
We don't wanna hear your imagination just state facts
Nigga either you did or you didn't just don't lie
Nigga either you was or you wasn't just don't lie
Use to cop them bitches 3 at a time call that a trio
And if they jump then fuck you to just like i'm cee-lo
What you know about so many bricks full of ???
Shit I meant neon run it back like i'm Deon
Treat them just like Pacqiuao they got a way in
Can't even come outside they gotta stay in
Can't put me off in the game i gotta play then
Try to get that playdo but nah don't play though
Gotta a case of calling your phone whats the connection
Hangup fuck figurin it out bad reception
And you ain't gotta be a dectective just to detect it
Any nigga lie to your face how you respect him
In the kitchen cussin the pot like my baby momma
The four way lockin the right thats baby drama
Make me start deporting you niggas just like i'm Castro
Any nigga play both sides he done it ???
And I ain't seen when I was makin them movies like Tarantino
Last time telling you shit bigger than nino (bigger than nino)
Ask G-money spend it all fuckin night like the shit was free money
Like my My face on it like the shit was me money
If the dogs hit the bag then you know its D-money
You know I run this shit like Marlow these niggas ???
Had my auntie selling that shit like it was avon
Yall know whats real or whats fake thats old shake
What you call it when you whipping that thang vanilla shake
What you call it when you whipping that thang vanilla smoothie
Call that shit with jump back vanilla oooo-weee
Snow is you worried bout niggas i'm like fuck no
Straight up outta low cast these niggas cut throat
And I don't give a fuck if its been bout 10 years I can come back 10 years and find cheers
All I need trap life cross my belly a Makaveli coupe got pasta seats look like spaghetti
Yall ain't ready clips long as machetes I said yall ain't ready clips long as machetes
Used to drive a 500 to school could fuck the teacher
1st thing she said in the morning turn off your beeper
Excuse me miss i'm tryna P or Jay-Z if you think i'm missin out on this money you crazy
And all these niggas talkin these diamonds apraise me
See i'm the one that made it straight it out the streets they praise me
All I know one way trap and thats hard and so I trap hard and that made me a trap god
Bow down and ??? Bruce Leroy sell 10 mil tomorrow i'm still a D-boy
Verse#1
I'm killin these niggas man dis shit aint fair give me da death penalty the electric chair im in da electric coupe with the electric roof its electric blue wit the electric top
Just gives me a rush yea a electric shock and that mothafucker crippin got the navy seats catch me ridin round town wit a navy piece got dat f and n rifle yea dat navy heat
She gone of da goose told me call ha cranberry i traded in da scale for a new blackberry im so confident damn right im so sure a hood nigga straight turned entrepreneur(I'm killin these niggas)
Chorus:
Da games in trouble but help's on the way
Dis fo my niggas dat flip a brick er'day
(I'm killin these niggas)
Still the realest nigga in it dats all I gotta say
but on da highway dis is wat you play
(I'm killin these niggas) (x2)
I gave em er'thing I had yea dats all I got and if dat aint enuff den gimme back my pot, gimme back my block, gimme back my life, gimme back my days gimme back my ways
Y pay to get it catered i can chef it myself y let em get da extra's i stretch myself 62 bring a hunnad back nigga wats hatnin i swear to God dats even afta u take it off da napkin
I dunn seen mo off white den a dentist got an "A" in science class yea i shouldve been a chemist or Young da veternarian i played wit da birds still da realest nigga in it dats my motherfuckin word (I am killin these niggas)
Chorus:
Da games in trouble but help's on the way
Dis fo my niggas dat flip a brick er'day
(I'm killin these niggas)
Still the realest nigga in it dats all I gotta say
but on da highway dis is wat you play
(I'm killin these niggas) (x2)
Verse#3
I guess love come wit hate yea dats part of da game da less water dat u use yea to harden da caine fuck bein positive man a nigga tryna live now my chain cost more den my fuckin Annie crib
I kno wat u thankin...dats a goddamn shame but a nigga aint gave me a motherfuckin thang i stood out in da rain yea i stood out in da heat niggaz tryna shortstop im in da middle of da streets
Da preacher told me im goin down da wrong road now i ride good up and down dat same road kept my spot in da hood even got da same stove and im still iced out so i got da same cold (I'm killin these niggas)
Chorus:
Da games in trouble but help's on the way
Dis fo my niggas dat flip a brick er'day
(I'm killin these niggas)
Still the realest nigga in it dats all I gotta say
but on da highway dis is wat you play
(I'm killin these niggas) (x2)
Young jeezy talks:
[Chorus:]
Stop playin with me [x3] Ya'll betta actin like they fuckin with young wateva, u knw they ain't fuckin with young, who betta?
[Bridge:]
Thank the lord man they finaly freed my nigga Slick, next week they turned around and killed my nigga Tick. Need we gone miss ya cause need u cn trust tht so fucked up about it I couldn't call Buck back.
[Verse 1:]
On my 100 blunt feeling like ah loonitic please lord tell me y they killed my nigga Tick cash filled stand up neva lay down, put it to the back of his dome need tell em lay down, need niqqa stay down, we used to stay down, made my first 1500 right on the play ground, got a fresh one need a half right by the swings. First nigga try to creep my shit pull out them things.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Hold up I ain't likeing how this goin, just a few summers ago I had it snowing if that motherfucka snow man piece I had it glowin pink perrya rosay I had I bowin word on the street If them birds u had em sowin used to hate countin the 10s need 5s thought it was borin need how tht nigga fold all tht he wnt towin who knew I get them federal chips if I was towin I pulled up at the ghetto need shit in somethin foreign cause I'm straight up out that federal shit got nun [? ] knw y he say he act all funny u hella sound right same nigga told u that shit the hell u knw
(Chorus)
slow grind..
slow grind..
what you niggas know about that slow grind
somtimes it dont come fast, it take time
what you niggas know about that slow grind
(Verse 1)
i aint bullshitting at all, need a tylenol
so i can lay it down and go to sleep till its time to ball
i can do this shit im my sleep i aint trying at all
bitch you know i been here before i aint lying at all
had to get back up on my feet, had to grind it up
took them plastic bags out that box, i was tying em up
when i get that iced out watch, they'll be dying to fuck
bitch im talking so many coupes, ill be dying to truck
so many colors on the chevy its candyland
everytime i ride through the hood there go candyman
three point fives and them sevens im hand to hand
bitch i hit that brick with the hammer that handyman
(Chorus)
slow grind..
slow grind..
what you niggas know about that slow grind
somtimes it dont come fast, it take time
what you niggas know about that slow grind
(Verse 2)
somebody roll another blunt i aint ready to go
bitch im just chillin doing me so just let me snow
got that glock 9 and its ready to go
hustler got no time for a cut im just lettin it grow
and i dont know where its coming from im just lettin it flow
damn right this is what i duz im just lettin ya know
??say empty pockets just to get?? i got bills to pay
so i had to add traffickin to my resume
yea i rolled straight passed the task with a half today
then i took some time countin cash that i had today
thats why i had the rari for the deal just ask jazzy phae
cuz i beat that bitch with that ?fourth? just like ?Annie May?
(Chorus)
slow grind..
slow grind..
what you niggas know about that slow grind
somtimes it dont come fast, it take time
I say I... I take my team to the top
... you know they came with the tough
In a... that we love, in a brand new...
I ain't pay for the roof, cause we no likely to...
Chorus:
I make it rough on you niggers
I make it rough on your house
Quarter brick on my pocket,
I spit that shit on my clothes
You know it cost a few hundred,
Yeah, you used to see what I...
... I bought that shit for my foes
I make it rough on you niggers
I make it rough on your whores
... I think I...
I think I did young chris, I made my...
Me niggers don't...
... nigger don't like the killer,
Don't like that when I see him!
I call my house sealed,
My house feels like a museum
You got me bullshit snow, maybe it's a coliseum
What kind of... you got on?
I've got the keys on my pocket, like I'm ready for war!
... scratch on the cereal number,
I got pulled up in the truck, the bitches get me your number
... doing big, eight hundred for...
You know that bitch...
Chorus:
I make it rough on you niggers
I make it rough on your house
Quarter brick on my pocket,
I spit that shit on my clothes
You know it cost a few hundred,
Yeah, you used to see what I...
... I bought that shit for my foes
I make it rough on you niggers
I make it rough on your whores
I make it rough on you niggers
I make it rough on your whores
I make it rough on you niggers
I make it rough on your whores
I make it rough on these niggers,
Man, I make it rough on these whores,
But... still got that colors on...
They like to dust up their nose,
... on these bitches,
Get brain and bust on their clothes,
Might be my last time...
Niggers rap but it ain't...
Is that right?
You heard about the...
Try to get my niggers young to...
Chorus:
I make it rough on you niggers
I make it rough on your house
Quarter brick on my pocket,
I spit that shit on my clothes
You know it cost a few hundred,
Yeah, you used to see what I...
... I bought that shit for my foes
I make it rough on you niggers
I make it rough on your whores
I make it rough on you niggers
I make it rough on your whores
I make it rough on you niggers
[Intro]
[Young Jeezy]
Yeah, see it's that
It's that Blueprint 3 shit right here
It's that TM 103 shit right here
You ready ? You ready Hov' ? Let's go ! (Hands up !)
[Verse 1]
[Young Jeezy]
Allow me to re-introduce myself
At the same time re-introduce my wealth
At the same time rejuvenate the game
It's for my ol'dawg niggas that's used to 'caine
Not what B-dawg said, I respect the game
GD's, vice lords, crips the same
And I know you're 'bout to say this off the chain
Tell 'em fake trappin' ass niggas stay out my lane
See I ain't dead or in jail, I can't complain
And when these fake niggas gone, I shall remain
And if you just tunin' in, let me explain
You know i keep that 47 who (???)
These niggas way too far, I played the game
And if you listen hard enough I say some things
And when that sack got low, I shave them things
And put 'em right back together, I made them things
[Chorus]
[Young Jeezy]
Put your sacks in the air if you represent your click
Money in the air if you ever hear the lick, baby
Put your hands in the air, if you know that you that bitch
Say you looking for the real, hey well this is real as it gets
Hey! Hey! Ohh! Ohh! (x2)
This is real as it gets
Hey! Hey! Ohh! Ohh! (x2)
This is real as it gets
[Verse 2]
[Jay-Z]
Wassup, wassup (x3)
I got it Jeezy
Now where the south side at, wassup, wassup
Where the west coast at, put your W's up
Where my east coast niggas that hustle to live
And all my niggas up north that's doin' it big
Oh yeah I'm rare, I'm aware that I'm rare
I rap and I'm real, I'm one of the few here
These other boys lyin', I wonder if y'all care
They stories out this world, I wonder if y'all hear
But don't really matter as long as they stay clear
Clear of the real shit we doin' over here
When my nigga get home, I'm gonna send him a Lear
For all the time he been down, get him right up in the air
With a couple of broads get him right up in the air
Mile high club get him right up in there
Send my nigga some gear like he never missed a year
By the time you hear this song, he'll be standing right here
Real nigga shit there !
[Chorus]
[Young Jeezy]
Put your sacks in the air if you represent your click
Money in the air if you ever hear the lick, baby
Put your hands in the air, if you know that you that bitch
Say you looking for the real, hey well this is real as it gets
Hey! Hey! Ohh! Ohh! (x2)
This is real as it gets
Hey! Hey! Ohh! Ohh! (x2)
This is real as it gets
[Verse 3]
[Jay-Z]
A hundred million to the good and I'm still talkin' yayo
At a snails pace I won this race that y'all trail
Uh, uh, Blueprint's for sale
Followin' my footprints you can't fail
Set sail, I used to duck shots but now I eat quail
I'll probably never see jail
Each tale contains more of the truth
Of the statue allows me to go into detail
Uh, close your eyes you can smell
Hov's the audio equivalent of braille
That's why they feel me in the favelas in Brazil
And water-house 'cause real recognize real
Rrraaahhh !
[Young Jeezy]
You know me, I don't need no introductions
Call me make a lil' somethin' out of nothin'
Anywhere you go, we're the topic of discussion
Damn, that's gotta be disgustin'
Err, shit make me wanna throw up
It's big boy music, it should make me wanna grow up
Flows like selvage, it just make me wanna pour up
And is it just me or this makes you wanna roll up
A big fat one, then unpack one
Then unwrap one, peel back one
They use to call me Jizzle when they step in the middle
And you can tell the color when it's damp in the middle
Wassup !
[Chorus]
[Young Jeezy]
Put your sacks in the air if you represent your click
Money in the air if you ever hear the lick, baby
Put your hands in the air, if you know that you that bitch
Say you looking for the real, hey well this is real as it gets
Hey! Hey! Ohh! Ohh! (x2)
This is real as it gets
Hey! Hey! Ohh! Ohh! (x2)
[Chorus:]
I am so fast these whores can't take me
I'm out of cast so these niggers wanna hate me
I met a man cause these niggers didn't make me
Get these mother fucker... off safety
We are all safety
Luis all over niggers hate the way I am staling
Chain call twice... bullshit
Up in this mother fucker...
No safety cut one in a...
My niggers in the... train ready to go
Bandon abandon money I demand it
My bitches been the baddest haters can't stand it
My name is... believe it whore
And I am about to go bigger on these niggers believe me
... on that... leather why are you calling Miss Snow watching the weather
Now I act a fool I'm loaded I'm getting better... I swear...
I try to stay away of these rats I'm getting cheese
[Chorus]
I am black... no hammer
Got a mean kick back...
Everything getting killed in the aqua blue...
Every day I'm going in loaded to the max
... mother fuckers can't stop this...
About my mother fucker cheese...
It's so emotional so sensitive
Hold nigger fuck nigger... go nuts... make these pussy disappear
hook:
and i ain't looking to the same money no more nigga
you will never be the same no more my nigga
i don't wanna play the game no more my nigga
you will never be the same no more my nigga
now look you're the same money no more nigga
you will never be the same no more my nigga
i don't wanna play the game no more my nigga
you will never be the same no more my nigga
and i say this is for the hustlers and every nigga like that
married to the game i'm here to tell you wife dead
you can go to jail or go home is your choice
every nigga from the ghetto dream is the .. choice
on the top floor bad bitch cooking
head it from the back another bad bitch looking
shit pain dreams cautie yeah i wishin
is done with the game beggin up
what's the distance and all the niggas seen in the ..
and broken dreams, broke niggas styles and
there's triple
benz if we're dancing with the devil ..
teach us how to dance when the son of making dollars
is like we never had a ..
[hook:]
you niggas think you have no f*ckign idea
i made a heal i made no f*cking ..
my daughter would have dawn rock ..spot
heat it so hard then a nigga need a time clock
nigga over time over grind yeah you know you know me
i try to overshine
yeah that's private than the stars and the sky
give me the ..than them flakes in the pie
lords the recause ..talking i convertable
my heart ..shit and discussing back and ..
for my niggas behind the wall ..
the game got my lock behind the
[hook:]
i say what they hittin for
'cause aint' no ..sky high
niggas do bitches do what them ..fly
and forever do this words nigga do die
even thing even birds a real nigga gonna try
the .. century ain't never scared me
im going on my hate that's the ..
they won't stop .. and the shit get ..
got em nigga feeling like em getting slept on
..when the work ..but you can't ..
they say the killers ..
until they buld another case ..
[Chorus:]
My momma told me
Don't fall in love with the boys out in the streets yeah yeah yeah yeah
My momma told me don't love 'em trust 'em
'Cause he gon' break ya heart girl yeah
[repeat]
[Young Jeezy:]
Ballin ballin yea I'm straight ballin
If I ain't up at the spot then I'm probably at the mall then
24 asantis got that thang standin tall then
Alpine bumpin can't hear her when she callin
Now she stressin textin sendin all them emails
Braggin to all her friends like girl you know what he sells
How ya riding young never can tell
Light skin top call it blue cantrell
Ain't nothin like postin big boy bail and
If I don't make it prolly go to big boy jail
He ain't even like that tell your momma chill
The way my folk kick it we can even pay ya momma bills ha ha
[Chorus:]
My momma told me
Don't fall in love with the boys out in the streets yeah yeah yeah yeah
My momma told me don't love 'em trust 'em
'Cause he gon' break ya heart girl yeah
[repeat]
[Young Jeezy:]
I guess it's true good girls like street guys
Skated straight past college baby street wise
Don't let this rap thang fool ya I got street ties
I said a street life baby my own life street
Responsibility yea the hood gotta eat
U know me big heat need a AC
Sometimes I let the rolly chill rock the ap
Yea and u can check my resume' don't
Slow me down I done record my whole life away
[? ] I can't remember yesterday I think I really let these streets get the best of me
Baby u can have the rest of me
[Chorus:]
My momma told me
Don't fall in love with the boys out in the streets yeah yeah yeah yeah
My momma told me don't love 'em trust 'em
'Cause he gon' break ya heart girl yeah
[repeat]
[Young Jeezy:]
I know u thinkin in ya mind u got every right
I know u thinkin in ya mind I'm out every night
And if u thinkin in ya mind I'm out every night
And that I'll prolly never change then your probably right
And [? ] black just outta respect
No disrespect I'm tryin to get the check
And once I get the check I can come check you
Can't let you get me off my grind I can't let you
I won't sweat you your not to be sweated yea
U worry about ya self
You actin big headed speakin of big headed
I want them big faces hide it in suitcases put em in strange places yea
[Chorus:]
My momma told me
Don't fall in love with the boys out in the streets yeah yeah yeah yeah
My momma told me don't love 'em trust 'em
'Cause he gon' break ya heart girl yeah
Let's get it started
Oh, this that shit right here, nigga
Wassup? Yeah, wassup? Nigga, 103, yeah
When this hit drop in the club, nigga
Yeah, yeah, let go, let go
Why y'all trippin'? I'm just fine
12:45, 'bout that time
Couldn't get it all week, time to unwind
Drankin' like a tank, lose my mind
This shit crazy, way too packed
Rosé baby, waste two stacks
Hardest thing in the lot that there mine
Can't spell sober, lost my mind
I'm hearing voices in my head, think I'm schizophrenic
Swear they sayin' they get it from another planet
36, a thousand times do a somersault
Do it right and you can live your whole summer raw
I'm out my mind, yeah, a nigga seein' double y'all
Tell me what's the chance of Jizzle fuckin' both of y'all
She said as long as we can do it with your ice on
If that's the case I might as well leave the lights on
I'm out my mind, just blew a thousand Swisher Sweets
In my black and orange Charger, call it trick or treat
It ain't nothin' to a boss, my goons got goons
House stupid dumb big, my rooms got rooms
Why y'all trippin'? I'm just fine
12:45, 'bout that time
Couldn't get it all week, time to unwind
Drankin' like a tank, lose my mind
This shit crazy, way too packed
Rosé baby, waste two stacks
Hardest thing in the lot that there mine
Can't spell sober, lost my mind
Guess what my mama told me, she hate my partner
Guess why she hate her though? 'Cause our love wrong
Fuck da police 'cause our love prowlin'
White girls fun 'cause all of them swallow
Why I ain't fuck her at da house? 'Cause the bitch holla
And where the pill man at? He need a blue dolphin
Old broke ass nigga stop cock blockin'
Security, I need help 'cause the bitch stalkin'
A half fuckin' mil, that's what the whip cost me
100 dollas, that's what the pussy cost me
And when the nigga start hatin' that's when the nigga lost me
Fantastico, that's what the ho's call me
Why y'all trippin'? I'm just fine
12:45, 'bout that time
Couldn't get it all week, time to unwind
Drankin' like a tank, lose my mind
This shit crazy, way too packed
Rosé baby, waste two stacks
Hardest thang in the lot that there mine
Can't spell sober, lost my mind
Drop the top, no bra, got the titties out
Mention my name and bring the whole city out
Doin' what I do best, D-boy stuntin'
New car, old money D-boy stuntin'
Stepped in, cleaner than a new Glock 40
My nickname in the A is strapped-up shorty
You know my nerve there trigger like a toothpick
Line wrapped around the corner boy, too thick
G coat, black shades and my black chains
And if you wouldn't understand it's a black thing
You know we drink that rosé until we blackout
Wake up, drink some more and pass back out
Why y'all trippin'? I'm just fine
12:45, 'bout that time
Couldn't get it all week, time to unwind
Drankin' like a tank, lose my mind
This shit crazy, way too packed
Rosé baby, waste two stacks
Hardest thang in the lot that there mine
Can't spell sober, lost my mind
Wassup? 103 yeah, yeah
Nigga, 103, yeah, yeah
Nigga, 103, yeah, yeah
[Hook: x2]
I need some weed now
Somebody call the weed man
I'm tryna get high...
[Young Jeezy:]
Woke up in the fits [?], damn sun in my face
Racks on my jeans, gun still on my waist
And I ain't leaving shit in my cup, that's such a waste
You know I'm sipping on that straight like that "oh, what a a taste! "
Tip the valet 100 dollars to stunt
Pulled up in that mean machine, leave it up front
This passed out thing beside me, I barely know her
But you can just imagine the shit I'm 'bout to show her
Snow way, them streets too cold
Expectations out of this world, I'm thinking solar
That's why I do it for that Kalamazoo
And then NOLA, cause that's what happens
When you learn to mix it with that soda
[Hook x2]
[Snoop Dogg:]
I wake up just to bake up, get my cake up and rise up
Motivating factors that I'm liver than most
I boast and bang, pour some pain in that thing
Put some purple rain on your brain, unravel the flame
Maintain my fame, get you new pictures
Just to put in your frame
We in the hood blowing kush with The Game
Foot in the cane, walking just like I'm an Indian chief
With no beef, real brief, with a wreath
You may think it's a leaf!
With the residue stuck deep down in your teeth
When you smoking with the dogg, shit, you might not eat!
It's ok, cause we lay, in the cut, on the hill, on the dip
With a fit on Crip, don't trip
[Hook x2]
[Devin the Dude:]
The coffee that I had, it was good to the last drop
But now I'm fresh out and you know it don't... stop
So please man, somebody call the weed man
I'd call mine, but he's been low on herb even
I'm fiending, daydreaming of the times when I had
Much mota, many different kinds in the bag
I fell hard for the funk, I can't fake the love
I smoke dro, good Reggie, smoke shake to nugs
If it's weed, then I'm with it
You got a paper? Then twist it? Got a bowl? Fill it?
Got a blunt?
Let me split it down the gut
But shit for what? Cause ain't no green on the scene
Bbs all in the [?] cleaner
Such smart thang, [?] ass in the genius
[?] nice, coupe's still the meanest
[?] I swear to god I didn't dream it, let's go
Gotta, gotta see this, gotta see this, gotta see this
Gotta, gotta see this, gotta see this, gotta see this
Gotta, gotta see this, gotta see this, gotta see this
It's your boy snow and I just left the dealer
Tag new shoes now I'm feeling like a dealer
Them... hear my new rims on the curve, it's all [?]
Mashed potatoes... nigger, all I need is [?]
[?] in the blunt, now I'm higher than an airplane
30k of hundreds in my pockets, that's the whole thang
Masterpiece presidential roller coming [?]
Masterpiece presidential roller coming [?]
Straight 6 [?] you should see the bitch body
Straight alcoholic, you should see the bitch party
Like my nigger young [?] you gotta beat it
[?] you gotta see this
Bbs all in the [?] cleaner
Such smart thang, [?] ass in the genius
[?] nice, coupe's still the meanest
[?] I swear to god I didn't dream it, let's go
Gotta, gotta see this, gotta see this, gotta see this
Gotta, gotta see this, gotta see this, gotta see this
Gotta, gotta see this, gotta see this, gotta see this
You gotta see, you gotta see, you gotta see this
Charging with the murder and the verdict gotta beat it
Pussy niggers ran out [?] gotta lead it
I'm a pull on smoke and pull out smoke
[?] stop you breathing [?] just might hit the floor
[?] drive, [?] hit a nigger with the good and I was good to go
Good to go, yeah I got a magic [?]
Hit a stripper bitch you never [?]
If I take about [?] you must be dreaming
[?] they like this and never seen it
Bbs all in the [?] cleaner
Such smart thang, [?] ass in the genius
[?] nice, coupe's still the meanest
[?] I swear to god I didn't dream it, let's go
Gotta, gotta see this, gotta see this, gotta see this
Gotta, gotta see this, gotta see this, gotta see this
Gotta, gotta see this, gotta see this, gotta see this
You fresh you know me, confident so [?]
Rap my [?] for them dope boys and og's
[?] sam grands I'm tree high
Great day I'm too cool, [?] I'm too smooth
Hoes on their laptop,.. on youtube
Real niggers on 6th street, while the [?] hit
Show me love every time they see me,
Bitch they know me
Stay off on those swag mode [?]
I shine hard for the niggers locked up doing time
[?] we gonna hold them down
Bbs all in the [?] cleaner
Such smart thang, [?] ass in the genius
[?] nice, coupe's still the meanest
[?] I swear to god I didn't dream it, let's go
Gotta, gotta see this, gotta see this, gotta see this
Gotta, gotta see this, gotta see this, gotta see this
Gotta, gotta see this, gotta see this, gotta see this
Bbs all in the [?] cleaner
Such smart thang, [?] ass in the genius
[?] nice, coupe's still the meanest
[?] I swear to god I didn't dream it, let's go
Gotta, gotta see this, gotta see this, gotta see this
Gotta, gotta see this, gotta see this, gotta see this
[Intro: Young Jezzy]
Fabo I gotch nigga! (yeah!)
REMIX! (yeah)
Yeah, I see you chico (let's go)
CTE nigga! Grand Hype what up nigga!?
West Side, what it do nigga
East Side huh (Slick Pulla what's happenin'?)
You already know... Let's get it nigga
A Fabo, you know I do this one for love nigga
I don't need nothin' nigga (let's get it!)
[Verse 1: Young jeezy]
I said I'm higher than a muthafucka, right now
I'll shot a nigga dead in his shit, right now
They tought about a law, but I don't see how
Pull up in my car, and the bitches like WOW!
And was me a Fa-Bezi, he on 3 pills
Rena Gochenasha, need another 3 mil
Bitch you better chill, can't you see I'm floss
Fedarally's on me, so I pause for the pose!
All these feds keep lookin' at me
Slowin' down the trap, make it hard for a G
Gotta bitch on Bankhead, nothin' but a Dankhead
Slide thru on tha late night, she give good head
It was me Slick P, you know we ran a train on her
I.O.U., you know we ran the game on her
Mac 11 cock, and the A R steady
Run up on me, muthafucka I'm ready
[Bridge: Fabo]
Geek'd Up, Geek'd Up, Geek'd Up, Geeked Up
I'm Geek'd Up, Geek'd Up, Geek'd Up, Geek'd Up
[Verse 2: Fabo]
Star Trek, Star Trek
Scotty don't wanna give a star back
I'm in tha zone, and I bought me a star gack
And I'm really geek'd up, that's a star fact
I'm startin' to see spaceships on Bankhead
I roll with gangstas, pill poppas, and dank heads
I got partners like Worm, Lil' Boom, Buddy, and Famous
I got sistas like Yasmine, Chocolate, Porcha, they dangerous
I fly like blaze, when I'm burning purp
Real powder heads, we burning hurt
Geek music, I'm earning turf
While you football soft, like nerf
[Chorus: Fabo]
I'm in tha zone, I gotta see my doctor, Scotty's calling me (Scotty beam me up)
I'm in tha zone, I wanna fly morning, noon, and night
I'm Geek'd Up, Geek'd Up, Geek'd Up, Geeked Up
I'm Geek'd Up, Geek'd Up, Geek'd Up, Geek'd Up
[Outro:]
I'm Geek'd up, I can't make it on my own
I'm Geek'd up, I wish these haters leave me alone
Help me, help me, help me, help me
(Yeah) (Say I Do It All Again)
Chrous: (2x)
You know i grind, straight hustle, hit licks,
get em break em down, weigh bricks
late night count it up talk shit,
that why i had to try one for the streets right quick
(Jeezy)
Four one two fives two on the counter
whats the scene? a triple bean
two money counters two fifties dem five hunrdeds
they in the plastic oil thangs them one thousandths
they in the attic.
yellow shit that have you itchin that instant linchin
what ya say its too short thats Walter Payton
get it right thats fifty six that thirty six
twenty eight thats times two thats plenty six
fifty six a quarter short thats seven vics
residue up in the wrap thats evidence
yellow water its hella water thats what it took
drop the price its twenty five thats reggie bush
Back to Chorus (2x)
(Slick Pulla)
Do it all again hell yeah you know i would
i almost lost my life puttin this chrome under the hood
i damn near lost it all for these cars and these jewels
the D.A. tried to make the case thick like glue
trials, tribulations, you kno we heard em boss
we dont eat beef burgers you know we burnin those
the microwave will get it done but i prefer the stove
all black sivich hatch back now im on the roll
made the play and came back now i gotta fresh sack
four hours there four hours back
had to get that road cash residue on the stacks we just call it
blow cash
in the streets pickin chins thats better than no cash
Back to Chrous (2x)
(Yo Gotti)
Brickz of white, fields of purple
ima landscaper, construction worker
Mr. Kool-Aid drinker, pitcher purple
Mr. he so real, break bread with his circle {yo goootttii}
straight thuggin, straight hustling
white, whole thangs for twenty nothing
what it do sixteen, seventeen, im talkin fish that purest shit you ever seen
im talkin murder first 48 crime scene im talkin me the realest nigga {yo goottii}
you ever seen, in my life is all i know, i cant pretend you lock me up, let me out and ima do it again
Back to Chorus 2x
And i do it all again
One time for big meech, larry hoover, real niggas
Halleluja
This for my real niggas
I sweat to God
You know it's death before dishonor it's in my fuckin heart
One time for big meech, larry hoover, real niggas
Halleluja
This for my real niggas
I sweat to God
You know it's death before dishonor it's in my fuckin heart
A hundred black lux tees like the taliban
And everybody jewlry flashin like the ambulance
Self made that's a understatement
That niggas self paid that's your understatement
One time for bid meech, j-beezy, ock p, dro beezy
Cop the drop top roaster it was baby blue
That's on tido dash
Yeah this works for baby blue
How you blowin money fast
You don't know the crew
Are you part of the fam shyt I never knew
Ya'll were suppose to make it hard this is easy hoe
Pull up in the triple whit I think I'm jeezy hoe
One time for big meech, larry hoover, real niggas
Halleluja
This for my real niggas
I sweat to God
You know it's death before dishonor it's in my fuckin heart
One time for big meech, larry hoover, real niggas
Halleluja
This for my real niggas
I sweat to God
You know it's death before dishonor it's in my fuckin heart
God damn hoe
You got the massive titties
Mine as well roll with me the magic city
Call it magic city cause my whole citys magic
Talkin that magic powder yeah my whole city at it
Where u can find a brick before u find a soda nigga
Buy a sprite before u buy a coca-cola nigga
Cut the light on dem bitches nigga alex know
Made him famous
Fuck u think they call him alex for
Ordere 150 bottles like okay
We gon have to change this bitch to club rosay
Ya'll were suppose to make iy hard this is easy hoe
Pull up in that 62 me and meechy hoe
One time for big meech, larry hoover, real niggas
Halleluja
This for my real niggas
I sweat to God
You know it's death before dishonor it's in my fuckin heart
One time for big meech, larry hoover, real niggas halleluja
This for my real niggas
I sweat to God
(what they want?)they want that young shit
that dumb shit that where you from shit
that ride around your hood all day with your gun shit
all i got to my name is two bricks and one felony
your going back to jail thats what my concious keep on telling me
i really ain't buying all this bullshit they selling me
when the government throwing more curves than the letter C
i said the letter C i guess thats for correctional
they try to box me in, sit me still like a vegetable
(chorus)
god damn another trap i think bush trying to punish us
sending little messages out to each and every one of us
real g shit well thats really unheard of
when you get more time for selling dope than murder
in this crazy world
this world keeps spinning my rims still spinning
even though the money slow we still spinning
in this crazy world
let this world keep turning yeah my blunts still burning
same thing different day still burning
in this crazy world and this dopes still selling
and these nigga's still telling
when you make it through the day its no talent
in this crazy world (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
in this crazy world
when i was fourteen i turned nothing to a quarter meal
probably why i never give a f**k about a record deal
and i ain't never tried the shit imagine how that white feel
but that don't even matter though trying to pay the light bill,
light bill, phone bill plus my granted nerve bills
feel like i should be taking off imagine how my nerves feel
i want a new bently my aunty need a kidney
and if i let her pass her children never will forgive me
(chorus)
god damn another trap i think bush trying to punish us
sending little messages out to each and every one of us
real g shit well thats really unheard of
when you get more time for selling dope than murder
in this crazy world
this world keeps spinning my rims still spinning
even though the money slow we still spinning
in this crazy world
let this world keep turning yeah my blunts still burning
same thing different day still burning
in this crazy world and this dopes still selling
and these nigga's still telling
when you make it through the day its no talent
in this crazy world (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
in this crazy world
i ain't a x box so why you niggas trying to play with me
i really be the streets so what you niggas got to say to me
cant be much cant be much (why?) cuz i ain't listening
i just left the hood and ill be damned if they ain't filling them want to see me fall off guess that just the way it be
old school triple beam them usually that the way it be
and plus i got a driver that get them things from a to b
soon as you get your money right they hit you with conspiracy
(chorus)
god damn another trap i think bush trying to punish us
sending little messages out to each and every one of us
real g shit well thats really unheard of
when you get more time for selling dope than murder
in this crazy world
this world keeps spinning my rims still spinning
even though the money slow we still spinning
in this crazy world
let this world keep turning yeah my blunts still burning
same thing different day still burning
in this crazy world and this dopes still selling
and these nigga's still telling
when you make it through the day its no talent
in this crazy world (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Featuring: Slick Pulla, Young Jeezy, Scrilla
(Chorus)
i got a college bitch, stripper ho
hit the club monday night just to tip ya ho
i got a corporate bitch, she my corporate broad
buy me all type of shit on the corporate card
i got a trap bitch, she my trap ho
and if i hit her right now she at the trap though
i got a foreign bitch, she my foreign broad
and every time we hang out drive my foreign cars
(Verse 1 - Jeezy)
i think i met her at the light when i was looking like a light
watch game, wrist game, everything bright
think i had a 50 in my pocket something ?like?
told her pull over meet me at the stove she said aite
you know i stepped up out that mother fucker looking like some paper
stepped up out that mother fucker smelling like jamaica
when she hit me on my phone i told her meet me at the studio
said she fall through in bout an hour, super coolio
got on her boy shorts, i said you go girl
she wanna take it all off i said it's your world
bet ya anything im bout to hit her on the sofa
get the vest out and talk to her like im Opra
(Chorus)
i got a college bitch, stripper ho
hit the club monday night just to tip ya ho
i got a corporate bitch, she my corporate broad
buy me all type of shit on the corporate card
i got a trap bitch, she my trap ho
and if i hit her right now she at the trap though
i got a foreign bitch, she my foreign broad
and every time we hang out drive my foreign cars
(Verse 2 - Scrilla)
i got a couple stripper broads with some tattoos
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
you see them hos be ?yelling? smart but i got street knowledge
she ask me what i wanna be i said ?im going to college?
i got a foreign bitch, she come from tokyo
i met her coming into ?flips? inside the gucci store
i got a trap bitch, she got bout 4 ?goals?
she sell the ?gas? by the ?cutie? and she cook dough
i got a corporate bitch, she make bout 6 figures
and she a white girl, but she like thug niggas
i dont discriminate, when they bout they cake
and plus i put this pimpin down, let me demonstrate nigga
(Chorus)
i got a college bitch, stripper ho
hit the club monday night just to tip ya ho
i got a corporate bitch, she my corporate broad
buy me all type of shit on the corporate card
i got a trap bitch, she my trap ho
and if i hit her right now she at the trap though
i got a foreign bitch, she my foreign broad
and every time we hang out drive my foreign cars
(Verse 3 - Slick Pulla)
i got a bad bitch, thats my ?ray? corporate ho
and we go hit them events, you know she ?paying them hos?
got one in bed for ?pine?, i call her whip them chickens
cause when that pack come to the block she help me whip them chickens
i got a teacher broad, she love to get freaky
professor with the head, say she dont need no teacher
i got her ass careening, yea thats my chop sui
just caught her 2 piece, yea i got double duty
wanna slurp me up, wanna slop me down
then i dont trip over these hos, too many broads around
to get to 1 must fuck us all, thats how its going down
watch how them ho ?shoes on the click? when we step in ya town
(Chorus)
i got a college bitch, stripper ho
hit the club monday night just to tip ya ho
i got a corporate bitch, she my corporate broad
buy me all type of shit on the corporate card
i got a trap bitch, she my trap ho
and if i hit her right now she at the trap though
i got a foreign bitch, she my foreign broad
Married to the game
She even got a wedding ring
Six white cars and I put that on everything
White benz
White porsch
White bent
White range
White vet
White brains
All white everything [x3]
I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer
I'm doin' all white everything
[repeat]
I Gotta White Bent
White Pit
Even Gotta White Bitch
Wen I Say White I Mean Whiter Den A Light Switch
White This, White That In My White Sox Hat
Used 2 Hide Dem White Packs Where My White Socks At
Niggas Say He So White He Tellin A White Lie
Neva Sold No White And He Ain't Neva See A White Pie
Man I Swear To God I'm Being Followed By A White Guy
On Ya Boy Man I Mean Harder Den A White Tie
White Roll White Wheels Whiter Den Some White Pills
White S550 Sittin On Some White Hills
Niggas Thinkin Furs 4 Da Winter I'm Thinkin White Fox
Pull Up In The White Ford Dually On Sum White Shocks
Married to the game
She even got a wedding ring
Six white cars and I put that on everything
White benz
White porsch
White bent
White range
White vet
White Brains
All white everything [x3]
I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer
I'm doin' all white everything
[repeat]
I Gotta White Lac, White Lade both got White Suede
Big White Crib, Inside Gotta White Maid
White Sinks, White Towels, White Rags, White Tiles
Wen I Say White I Mean Whiter Den Da White House
White Couch, White Pillows, White Candles, White Rugs
Since We Talkin White Jus Know I Had A White Plug
White Doors, White Walls Even Got Sum White Halls
Bathroom Coat White Floors In The White Stall
White Man, White Yard, White Trees, White Leaves
Go And Get My Mail In A Pair Of White Spike Lees
Ya'll Think I'm Trippin Wen I Say I Want A White Horse
Right inside the 5-9-9 I see the White Porsche
Married to the game
She even got a wedding ring
Six white cars and I put that on everything
White benz
White porsch
White bent
White range
White vet
White brains
All white everything [x3]
I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer
I'm doin' all white everything
[repeat]
I Gotta All White Harley Jets Even Match My Boat Man
Get Dem White Boy Checks Ask My White Postman
White Socks, White Draws, Polo White Tee
Triple White Turbo Ooh I Think She Like Me
Past Right By A White Flash Like Wat Was That?
Niggas Still Wearin Fruity Stones Man Who Does That?
White Platinum Gold Rolly With The White Stones
Lookin Betta Den LisaRaye In A White Thong
Sumwhere On A White Beach In Some White Sand
Layin In A White Bucket Million White Snowman
White Sky, White Clouds, U Say It's A White Day
White Sky, White Clouds, I Say It Look Like Yay
Married to the game
She even got a wedding ring
Six white cars and I put that on everything
White benz
White porsch
White bent
White range
White vet
White Brains
All white everything [x3]
I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer
I'm doin' all white everything
(Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay)
Class In Session When I Talk Then Listen But U Know How It Go Real Niggas Pay Attention Aint Talkin
Money We Speakin A Different Language The Hatin Niggas Gonna Be The Translators They Move To Slow When I
Think To Quick Thats Why I Flash Like Gordon Im Light Years Ahead Of U Niggas Thats Why I Forgot More
Than You Learned Its My Spot Now U Better Wait Your Turn And That Yayo Shit Is Irrelavent You Cant Hide
The Fact That Im Intellegant Street Smart With The Little Book Sets A Young Nigga With Alot Of Common
Sense They Say Im Shallow But I Think So Deep (How Deep) Deep As The Abys So When You Get A Minuet Take A
Look At My Wrists Wassup
Hypnotized You Are Hypnotized
Now I Command You Niggas To Get Money
Rock Ice Yeah Nigga Live Life Cant Explain The Feeling When Im Riddin In The Chevy Im On Top Of The
World Just Gives Me The Chills Yet Im Big On Wheels A Thousand There With The Dreams In Mills Then Grands
At The Mall Just For Thrills Shit I Get It Right Back Nigga Thats For Real Its All In The Game Free
Throws And Fouls Half A Mill In The Bassment Got Damn Im Flavored I Want It All No Matter The Cost Fuck
The Consequences Aint Nothin To A Boss Made Alot Out Of A Little Something Out Of Nothing Im So Proud Of
Me Put The Streets On Top Where Their Supposed To Be The Sky Is The Limit Thats What Jeezy Said And The
Limmit Is The Sky Lets Slice That Pie
Hypnotized You Are Hypnotized
Now I I Command U Niggas To Get Money
Hypnotized You Are Hypnotized
Now I Command You Niggas To Get Money
Guess whos bizzack
Still smell the blow on my clothes
Like crispy cream I was cooking them o's
Like horseshoes I was tossin them o's
Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow
Im emotional
I hug the block
Im so emotional
I love my glock
Cash rules everything around me
So whats realer
Bout the scriller so call me a ghost face killa
Its kinda hard to be drug free
When Georgia power won't give a nigga lights free
Switched hustles been killin em ever since
Been paid to tell the truth it only make sense
When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy
And watch the dope boys go crazy
I pop my collar then I swing my chain
If you catch me in the club pimpin doing my thang
When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy
And watch the dope boys go crazy
They pop my collar then they swing they chain
All the gangstas in the street that be doin they thang
Wont stop till my whole team in thug mansion
And I sell like pac
Thats a thugs passion
And this the realest shit I ever wrote
And all eyes on me like a microscope
Young jeezy give em one more chance
They try to shine like you and get your whole advance
Like my main man pulla talk real slick
Look im ok but my watch sick
You dont gotta like a n***a
Just respect my mind
This is how im eatin now
So respect my grind
The way I put them words together
Reminds me about how I put them byrds together
Buy 18 the hard way
Now have a humble nigga thinkin' 'bout gun play
Now who the fuck wanna play with guns
Alotta holes, alotta blood dog
That shit aint fun
So I suggest that u dont play with my chain
Or ill send these hollow's at you
Let them play with ya brain
The streets is watchin
The name is warn
The products white
A star is born
Pimpin im so fly
I take this parachute off
I might fall and die
Wrap the work with spandex with the latex
Then we ship it outta town
What it do
I ainât kill hip-hop nigga
Well, all the critics against you
But the streets love you
Chorus
You niggas want word play
But iâm bout bird play
1st of the month
Yeah we call that bird day
(just look at em fly )
You niggas want word play
But i'm bout bird play
3rd the month
Yeah we call that bird day
(just look at em fly )
Iâm way too intelligent
To play with my intelligence
What you tryna tell me
What iâm saying is not irrelevant
Still represent
Cause ima represent
3 bands for a 9 piece chicken dinner
Young bounce right back like a rubberband
Bought a whip look yall
No hands
Topless stop this
Whereâs your roof?
All this non sense
Thereâs no you
Married to the game
Yeah we just got a load
Depending on the shipment
We might need a boat
Iâm talking big money
Anybody own a bank
Had to switch up the style
They was on to the tank
Chorus
You niggas want word play
But iâm bout bird play
1st of the month
Yeah we call that bird day
(just look at em fly )
You niggas want word play
But iâm bout bird play
3rd the month
Yeah we call that bird day
(just look at em fly )
Used to bet on all hip-hop
Young killed hip-hop
Donât you know this dumb nigga still talking crack rocks
Got everybody following him
Does that make him a leader?
Does that mean he needs to get indicted
Just to make you a believer
If thatâs the case
Then i really do apoligize
That i memorize
That i fantasized
That i visualized
That i strategize
1 false move will get your ass penalized
You cant be serious
What if pac was hearing this
You bullshiting me
Iâm sure biggie would agree
If he had to pass the torch
Then that bitch would go to me
Now wouldnât you agree
It doesnât matter how he said it
Chorus
You niggas want word play
But im bout bird play
1st of the month
Yeah we call that bird day
(just look at em fly )
You niggas want word play
But im bout bird play
3rd the month
Yeah we call that bird day
(just look at em fly )
You ever seen a blue rolls
Caught in the black grass
Nigga go broke
And invest in a black mask
Entrepreneur
He found him a new craft
A round of applause
Congratulate that nigga
Cause when he get rich
You gon hate that nigga
I bet the haters try they best
Try to break that nigga
(fly)
How fly
(fly)
How fly
(fly)
How fly
(flyyyy)
Chorus
You niggas want word play
But iâm bout bird play
1st of the month
Yeah we call that bird day
(just look at em fly )
You niggas want word play
But iâm bout bird play
3rd the month
Yeah we call that bird day
(just look at em fly )
Dat's why dey keep saying yeah, I don't even know
I got court tomorrow, I won't even go
I don't even show, I got shit to do
Only God can judge me, who the fuck is you?
Dey say who dat? Nigga we dat
2 days trey day so I guess ya tryna 3 dat
Never ever ever serve a nigga where ya sleep at
Police be at ya door nigga you ain't tryna see dat
See my suicide watch stay on suicide watch
Kill yourself, yeah dem suicide rocks
Had the nerve to write me a Dear Young letter
Killin' 'em young, you shoulda known better
I pay too much, you niggas play to much
Let the swag do the talking, I don't say too much
You niggas sayin' too much
Mr 17.5 you niggas paying to much
Dey say who dat? Nigga we dat
Shawty Redd on the track
Dey say who dat? Nigga we dat
Reportin' live from the trap
Dey say who dat? Nigga we dat
Shawty Redd on the track
They say who dat? Nigga we dat
Young live on da track
I don't chase no broads, I chase money and vodka
Next time I re up, I'ma buy me a chopper
And I ain't talking da AK, I'm talking shit wit propellers
Fly to the club make my old bitch jealous
Thug motivation, it's a straight celebration
I seen Jizzle in his chopper outside central station
This ain't a mixtape, but the tapes mixed
Black tape, grey tape all on one brick
Get it on the flo, get get it on the flo
Last night I swear to God half a million on the flo
Fell asleep on the money like a pillow on the flo
Woke up countin' money had to get it off the flo
Dey say who dat? Nigga we dat
Shawty Redd on the track
Dey say who dat? Nigga we dat
Reportin' live from the trap
Dey say who dat? Nigga we dat
Shawty Redd on the track
They say who dat? Nigga we dat
Young live on da track
What you know about 20 grand? Stuffed in a white sock
Pull off in a white drop like I play for them White Sox
Play wit them white rocks, play wit them white squares
You call it what you want, who the fuck cares?
I don't never sleep, why? Too paranoid
State of paranoia, all I do's call my lawyer
Tell him I know a nigga that might have a little trouble
Ok, you know it's me if you beat it I'll pay ya double
Y'all niggas know it,s me, if I want 2 I'll make it double
Just know it's water whipped so you might have a little trouble
Might move a little slower, might get a few complaints
Say he ran out of gas, he might need a half a tank
Thank God it's Friday, fresh off the highway
Say he 2 minutes out, he 'bout to pull in the driveway
In the driveway, take the work out
Cut the duck tape, take the work out
Young!
I keep tryin' to tell y'all man
Y'all need to find y'all own style homie!
We do this, we been doin' it for years
Who dat? We dat
I told ya'll niggas I was gonna come back hard man
You ain't heard this shit since thug motivation okay
Hey hey hey
Hoes ain't shit, the money ain't nothing
And if I nothing then it gotta be something
And if it ain't something then it gotta be nothing
And if he ain't showed the cash then he gotta be bluffin'
My dog hit me up, he said he gotta lick
He gotta bad jump shot, so he might shoot a brick
Talkin' reckless on my line, now that's a technical foul
Don't know what the fuck I'm talkin' bout, I'm hangin' up right now
Nigga you ain't Nick Cannon and this ain't wildin' out
I'm playin' my position, I ain't tryna foul out
Instant replay, yeah we bout to find out
Hey where the referee, I need to call a time out
You know
Chorus
If young is what they want
Then young is what they gettin'
They ask me what I do and I say teachin' for a livin'
What you say nigga?
And I can show you how to make mill right now
And I can show you how to make a mill right now
If young is what they want
Then young is what they gettin'
They ask me what I do and I say teachin' for a livin'
What you say nigga?
And I can show you how to make mill right now
And I can show you how to make a mill right now
Said he just touched down, and he need a touchdown
Second time he called today, I think he goin' all the way
36 yard line, we goin' for the first down
Fed's playin' defence, everytime they come around
We goin' to the Super Bowl, if I make this field goal
I understand you got me round this time we need a 3
He trippin' bout that extra point, that means he want that extra joint
Then chill and bring my extra cash, next time I see ya extra ass
Huddle up, call the play, yeah I'm playin' quarterback
4 way, 2way, but I bring a quarter back
Weigh it up, bag it up, pass it to my running back
My dog short on my pay that's a flag
You know
Chorus
Ninth innin' bases loaded I'm goin' for the grand slam
Tax free, tax free ain't givin' shit to uncle sam
Yeah, we playin' softball, we playin' softball
Yeah I'm playin softball, the color golf balls
Catch me in the out field, that's a whole lotta of grass
Tryna buy the franchise, that's a whole lotta cash
Damn right I'm savin' up, think I might buy the team
Once I get my bounty up, tryna get my money clean
Focus quick watch the pitch can't afford another strike
If I can make it through this, shit then I can play another night
Money right, money right, I gotta get my money right
First I gotta get these O's so make sure you wrap 'em tight
Chorus
[Hook]
Just like that, niggas don’t know how to act
Bet when them niggas hear this they get to grabbing their strap
Just tell the DJ, they know
They get to bringing it back
Them niggas hit up the club, they get to bringing the set
I said, now just like that, b!tches don’t know what to do
And when we hit up the club, you know them broads coming through
I told her hit up her girl, tell them that they can come too
And now that b!tch off the chain, I told y’all then what I do
I say now just like that
[1st Verse]
B!tches they screaming, I can hear b!tches calling
Give a f-ck if they like it, tell them niggas I’m balling
These niggas holding they nuts
As you see I ain’t stalling
Swear these niggas are trees
As you see I ain’t falling
They want me trip on my strings
Want me fall on my face
Get a lick for a hundred, damn, it fell in my safe
Sexy, no alcoholic, but she drink like a toilet
Gonna do me a favor and put your mouth on this faucet
I know just how she like it
She might think I’m a psychic
Even called me a plumber, she like the way that I pipe it
Niggas front like they know me, they must got me mistaken
B!tch, I’m pleading not guilty, you’ll never charge me with faking
[Hook]
Just like that, niggas don’t know how to act
Bet when them niggas hear this they get to grabbing their strap
Just tell the DJ, they know
They get to bringing it back
Them niggas hit up the club, they get to bringing the set
I said, now just like that, b!tches don’t know what to do
And when we hit up the club, you know them broads coming through
I told her hit up her girl, tell them that they can come too
And now that b!tch off the chain, I told y’all then what I do
I say now just like that
[2nd Verse]
You see my back on my Chevy, you can tell I’m swagging
And you know that I got it, you can tell I ain’t bragging
Them Rollies wear big faces, drink Ciroc by the cases
I’m Neo out this b!tch, feel like I’m stuck in the Matrix
I’m talking so much white, you would think I was racist
See I came from the bottom, I’m talking under the basement
Threw the roof off this b!tch like we just had a tornado
Desert Eagles, they twins, I call em Cain and Abel
100K in my pocket, that shit as thick as a Bible
Superstar in my hood, so that would make me an idol
Had a hell of a night, so I’mma say me a prayer
In the lockout I’m balling, so that would make me a player
[Hook]
Just like that, niggas don’t know how to act
Bet when them niggas hear this they get to grabbing their strap
Just tell the DJ, they know
They get to bringing it back
Them niggas hit up the club, they get to bringing the set
I said, now just like that, b!tches don’t know what to do
And when we hit up the club, you know them broads coming through
I told her hit up her girl, tell them that they can come too
And now that b!tch off the chain, I told y’all then what I do
I say now just like that
[3rd Verse]
I got em popping and leaning, I got em drinking and smoking
I told her take off her clothes
What she say? That she open
If you’re getting to money, my nigga, ball like a dog
Them cigarillos so big, them b!tches look like they logs
I’m the life of the party, bring the party some life
You know I’m dead-ass serious. Why? Cause I said it twice
We talking straight suicide, we taking shots to the head
Must be drinking amnesia, cause I forgot what I said
Stack up so much bread I’mma need me a toaster
My partner ride with his chopper, this nigga think he a soldier
Why I’mma stand in the section when I can stand on the sofa?
So y’all guess what I does, you never say I ain’t told ya
Yeah, I told you niggas (Welcome Back)
I told ya'll I was gonna be back nigga (Welcome Back)
I wasn't gonna let you have it for long homie
Welcome Back
Guess who's back and he's shinin' on you niggas (Welcome Back)
Guess who's back and he's stuntin' on you hoes (Welcome Back)
Yeah I'm back and I'm shinin' on these niggas (Welcome Back)
Yeah I'm back and I'm stuntin' on these hoes (Welcome Back)
Been on my grizzy, but now I'm back in the place
And if you show me the money, I put this brick in ya face
And if you ain't got my money, I put this strap in ya face
And you believing' these niggas, that's like a slap in the face
Welcome Back
Guess what (guess what) I don't give a fuck
None these niggas real as me, pick 'em out, line 'em up
Fuck ya man, he ain't shit
What ya say, suck a dick
Excuse me if I'm being rude, let me check my attitude
Excuse me Mr. Attitude, why you got an attitude
Can't stand these rappin' niggas, fakin' ass trappin' niggas
These never (ever) never (ever) never had a pack niggas
I'm telling' you, where they do that at
What's happenin' (what's happenin) what up dude (what up dude)
I been done, you too slow
I'm too fast, movin' like slim fast
Keep my Ronald Williams cash in a black gym bag
Welcome Back...
So kind (so kind) thank you very much
What the fuck is goin' on, they actin' like I lost touch
I ain't never lost touch, damn sure ain't lost much
Matter fact I still got it, yea you know I'm still ballin'
Catch me in my black tee, but I'm a business man
Catch me at the kitchen table weighing out my business plans
Young what's your business plan, none your fuckin' business man
What's wrong with you pussy niggas, need to mind your business man
Ha ha, Ok here we go again
Street said it's necessary, start talking blow again
Got the bureau askin' if the nigga sellin' blow again
Streets think it's necessary that a nigga blow again
Welcome Back
Yayo in my kitchen, Scott Storch everywhere
White vette, black top, Kung Fu Panda Bear
Call me sensei, I got the tai-kwon dough
My Angelina shit, I want that Brad Pitt's dough
I say it's so funny, same time slow money
Ain't nothin' funny bitch, I'm on my money shit
A movie star bitch, we can make our own flick
I just came to beat it down, you play with your own shit
Yeah, Ok I'm bout to wild out
Call it a V-neck (why), took a nine out
750 Left, 750 Here
Bitch I don't even know what 750 Is
Welcome Back
I’m way to gone, what the fuck I’m a doing
Wake up in the morning, who the fuck am I screwing?
My partner on brown and you know I’m on white
You know its going down, I can do this all night
Gotta get to the paper one time for the haters
Money over bitches two times for the fakers
Cause even in the dark, baby I’m a shine bright
I’m way too gone, the best night of my life
Yeah, I said g-g-g-go DJ
I see you got that Jizzle on replay
Just keep that Jizzle on repeat
It’s about the time everybody scream “free Meech!”
Let’s take ya bitch ass back to ’05
Close your eyes, take a rough nigga look, Atlanta lights
Club vision, PJ in my hand, I’m on the couch
Man this nigga Meech just blew a quarter mil, he bought a house
Man you niggas gonna lace up your sneaks, it’s time to ball
Presidential at the Swiss Hotel, making come alls.
Posted up, all black in the back, 100 deep
A hundred coupes posted up in the front, 200 seats
Man somebody call the IRS, too many lambos
Yea I’m talking bottles and blunts, all you can handle
Them other niggas fake, to them fallings where its at.
Man the real niggas do real things, let’s drink to that!
[Hook]
I’m way to gone, what the fuck I’m a doing
Wake up in the morning, who the fuck am I screwing?
My partner on brown and you know I’m on white
You know its going down, I can do this all night
Gotta get to the paper one time for the haters
Money over bitches two times for the fakers
Cause even in the dark, baby I’m a shine bright
I’m way too gone, the best night of my life
I said I’m gone! I’m going going gone!
Way this night is going, man I won’t make it home
I’m a wake up in the room, wake up with a hangover
What I spent last night I could bought a Range Rover
Got my Raybans on, yeah I see you haters
Keep doing what you doing, cause I need you haters
She said whats your cologne, said you can call it strong
If I had to name my money baby, I would call it long.
I said I’m way too gone, I don’t see nobody,
I ain’t even on the bill, I’m acting like it’s my party.
Feel like I’m on fire or just that hot,
If I smoke another blunt, yeah I swear I’m gonna die
You can call the weed man, tell him bring another zip
I know he just left, yeah he gotta make another trip
So hot in here feel like I’m going to faint
Even though I’m past my limit, still think I’m gonna drink
[Hook]
[Future]
I woke up early this morning, three white girls trying to take turns
I’m blowing money fast, so caught up in the moment
One time for the ballers, two times for my hommies.
I’m a rock star in real life; I’m an astronaut outta sight.
Put Codeine in my Sprite, my wrist is full of ice
I don’t even know her name, shes so caught in the hype.
Its ok baby, cuzz I’m a millionaire for life,
I got bitches on my payroll, they me in vallet white.
I’m an Ethiopian, we in Vegas, you and Dyson
Got a girl at home, I know I’m wrong, it feels so right
On the first road, young I hope I wrote a sinch
We in the club with thugs, this must be heaven.
[Hook]
I got to
Like that don't cha?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah nigga
Turn me up a lil? bit
Said I?m stressed out, so tired
My days, so long
Said I?m stressed out, so tired
Got to move on
I need a vacation
I'm goin' to Decatur
Where it?s greater
See if I could stack me up some paper
I need a vacation
I'm going to da bluff
Where it?s rough
See if I can pick me up enough
I need a vacation
I'm goin? to College Park
Where its dark
See if I can get me off some hard
I need a vacation
I'm going to the fo'
Where it go
An er'body know I make it snow
I need a vacation
You see me standin? there
Like a chandelier
Gangsta of da year
Sippin' Belvedere
I'm smokin' Inglewood
I'm feelin' hella good
A nigga wish he could
I wish a nigga would
I'm smokin' on da good
I'm grippin' on da grain
Louie the 13
Mixed wit hurricane
And like a crippled man
You could catch me wit dat cane
Gon' be a bloody murda
If I catch you with my chain
See these hatin' ass niggas
Gettin' on my nerves
I'm so disappointed y'all
I'm at a loss fa words
I put it on da hood
Gettin' money til I?m dead
The only thang I?m fearin'
Is da muh'fuckin' feds
I need a vacation
I'm goin' to Kirkwood
Where it?s greater
See if I could stack me up some paper
I need a vacation
I'm going to da [incomprehensible]
Where it?s rough
See if I can pick me up enough
I need a vacation
I'm goin? to Hell
Where its dark
See if I can get me off some hard
I need a vacation
I'm going to the Bankhead
Where it go
An er'body know I make it snow
I need a vacation
Yeah I?m outta here
Send you a post card
N if ya outta dat
Send you some mo' hard
I need a piece a mind
Some relaxation
I'm mindin' my b-ness
So why ya nigga hatin'?
I keep it too real
So why ya niggas fakin'?
Ya try it if ya want
Cuz my nigga waitin'
Won't let cha stress me out
Won't let cha worry me
Jus? cause I?m doin' good
Won't let cha worry me
It?s drivin' me insane
It?s makin' me crazy
Ya know ya owe a nigga
So fuck you pay me
I put it on da hood
Gettin' money til I?m dead
The only thang I?m fearin'
Is da muh'fuckin' feds
I need a vacation
I'm goin? to Pittsburgh
Where its greater
See if I could stack me up some paper
I need a vacation
I'm goin' to Summerhill
Where its rough
See if I can pick me up enough
I need a vacation
I'm going to da H-wood
Where it?s dark
See if I can get me off some hard
I need a vacation
Jones Berg south
Where it go
Er'body know I make it snow
I need a vacation
Said I?m stressed out, so tired
My days, so long
Said I?m stressed out, so tired
Got to, move on
I need a vacation
I need a vacation
I'm goin' to Decatur
Where it?s greater
See if I could stack me up some paper
I need a vacation
I'm going to da bluff
Where it?s rough
See if I can pick me up enough
I need a vacation
I'm goin? to College Park
Where its dark
See if I can get me off some hard
I need a vacation
I'm going to the fo'
Where it go
An er'body know I make it snow
[Intro]
Yo, they still be grinding, and running
Trying to get into something or nothing
I remember them days, when the block got hot, bullets flying for the what
It was, like, you ain’t, really give a f-ck
I’m a sister, mother, I’m your daughter, I’m your lover and I’m
Right here, and I’m sayin’ that it’s wack sauce
Everything that you do tryna be the boss
You ain’t really really doin’ it, (nah)
I mean honestly pursuin’ it
Ca-cause, if you did you wouldn’t be murdering, (your own people like)
Oh ya see, it’s a trap, (it’s a trap, that’s what it’s called by the way)
It’s a trap
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
It’s a trap night nigga, here we go again
Jill left the door wide open, so I’m goin’ in, (let’s go)
Through a bedroom I could see my momma tears, (tears)
All I smell is hennessey mixed with my momma fears, (yeah)
Please momma don’t cry, you know I hate cryin’, (cryin’)
I try my best not to die, you know I hate dyin’, (yeah)
Three eighty for my thirteenth birthday, (birthday)
I promised her I wouldn’t let you motherf-ckers hurt me, (yeah)
So ya’ll get back, Jeezy got a automatic
Everytime I turn the TV on a nigga seein’ static, (damn)
Guess they forgot to pay them cable folks
Them niggas in my first class got them cable jokes, (haha)
Open up the frigerator see some old milk
Shit been sittin’ so long look like some old silk, (damn)
I’ve been cursed since the day this earth birthed me
I’ve been cursed since the day my mother birthed me, (yeah)
And how did I get here in the first place
Oh that’s right, see the trap is my birthplace (haha, young)
[Hook: Jill Scott]
Said that I know you’ve been trapped, (trapped)
Like you wanna move on, but they hold you back
To face consequences, of what you did on some bullshit (yeah, wassup)
Said that I know you’ve been trapped, (trapped)
Like you wanna move on, but they hold you back, (ain’t no way out)
To face consequences, of what you did on some bullshit (what you know bout this homie, trap life, let’s go)
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
Even though we had a will, we ain’t have a way, (way)
They just told us how to live, we ain’t have a say, (say)
All I know is the other side got some cuffs for ya, (for ya)
Fresh khaki suit, nigga that’s enough for ya, (yeah)
Got ya spendin’ all ya money on lawyer fees, (fees)
Judge throwin’ numbers at you like he speakin’ Japanese, (oo-wahh)
All cause a nigga out here playin’ bakery, (bakery)
I’m out here tryna get this bread, somebody pray for me, (haha)
I’m always on the block so I rarely go to church, (church)
Didn’t wanna hear it from the preacher, cause the truth hurts
And right now I’m so high, I should be scared of heights, (heights)
A Town nigga I be on that kryptonite, (yeah)
I got deadlines nigga no bedtime, (time)
The only thing promised to ya is some fed time, (time)
And how did I get here in the first place
Oh that’s right, see the trap was my birthplace (haha, Young)
[Intro Rap : Jill Scott]
You ain’t really really doin’ it, (nah)
I mean honestly pursuin’ it, (not at all)
Ca-cause, if you did you wouldn’t be murdering, (your people like)
Oh ya see, it’s a trap, (it’s a trap ya’ll)
It’s a trap (this the trap life, welcome to it, yeah, let’s go)
[Hook: Jill Scott]
Said that I know you’ve been trapped, (trapped)
Like you wanna move on, but they hold you back
To face consequences, of what you did on some bullshit (yeah, wassup)
Said that I know you’ve been trapped, (trapped)
Like you wanna move on, but they hold you back, (ain’t no way out)
To face consequences, of what you did on some bullshit (what you know bout this homie, trap life, let’s go)
[Outro: Young Jeezy]
Trap or cry nigga till the day I mothaf-ckin’ die nigga
Till you put me in that mothaf-ckin’ couch and you put that dirt on me homie
Goin, ain’t no way out
It’s death or jail nigga
I’m there
Count me in
Trap life
JEEZY:
Last time I checked I was the man on the streets.They call me residue I leave blow on these beats. I got diarreah flow, man I shit on niggas, even when I'm constipated, I still shit on niggas.
Got some supa friends in da legion of doom
They blowin purple shit that keep me high like the moon
I'm an affliate I know hit men
I'mma hater like you fuck my wrist then
Nigga sleep dissin and they ain't how we play
Fuck wit mine and get ya drama like the DJ
Now tell me I ain't real this A.R. that I'm holdin got a gansta grill.
Went from ol school chevy's to Beemer coups got a 100 niggas wit me and errbody gon shoot
Try me nigga that's ya first mistake , eat ya lil ass up like a Shantrell's plate.
A whole pie like Domino's yes indeed, try to stack my bacon up I need extra cheese,
You can try dog but it ain't easy mix the flake with the soda you got Young Jeezy, You still wanna talk dough man soft white like Alaska call me snow man.
CHORUS:Smoke purp by the pound, ounce by the 5th, re-up on the 1st then again on da 5th. YEAHHH
We trap or die nigga. OHH
we Trap or die Nigga. And all the hoes love a nigga cuz they kow that we the truth, got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice.
Bun B:
Yeah back up in the hood again, where it's al good agian. Riding candy slab, grippin on the wood again. Outta line niggas get back in place where you shoulda been, In case you don't understand, I'mma make it undetstood again.
King of the Undaground my niggas will nva tell, You bout to make me go postal for fucking wth my mail, YYou got the connect but you ain't got the clientell. You them folks and nggas know it That shit ain't ahrd to tell Rat Bitch. recognize that yo g's ain't finna sell they I'm gon break bread with folks you dumb as Hell ben around the block before, Sold it all from rocks to blow and I don't fuck around when the feds in town I gotta go. Respect my mind cause I'mma trill ol schooler Summertime get to hot I wait for winter when it's cooler. UGK for life free the Pimp you know the deall in PAT it's Trap or Die and we ain't own wit gettn killed.
CHORUS
[Young Jeezy]
Last time I checked I was the man on these streets
They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats
Got down real flow, now I shit on niggaz
Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggaz (let's get it on)
Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom
They blowin purple shit that keep me high like the moon
Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hitman
Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hitman
Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hitman
I'm a hater like you, fuck my wristband
Nigga sneak this, and that ain't how we play
Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ (that's right, dramatic nigga)
Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill (that's right)
Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill
[Young Jeezy]
Last time I checked I was the man on these streets
They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats
Got down real flow, now I shit on niggaz
Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggaz (let's get it on)
Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom
They blowin purple shit that keep me high like the moon
Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hitman
I'm a hater like you, fuck my wristband
Nigga sneak this, and that ain't how we play
Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ (that's right)
Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill
Went from old school chevys
To beamer coupes
Got a 100 niggaz with me and everybody gon shoot (yeaaaa)
Try me nigga, that's your first mistake
Eat your lil ass up like a chanterelle plate
The whole pie like Dominoes, yes indeed
I'm tryna stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese
You can try dog, but it ain't easy
Mix the flake with the soul and carry Young Jeezy (damnnn)
You still wanna talk flow man?
Soft white like a ?? snowman
[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Smoke perp by the pound, ounce by the fifth
Free up on the first then again on the fifth (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga
Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth
Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga)
[Bun B]
Yea, back up in the hood again, where it's all good again
Ridin candy slab, grippin on the wood again
Outta line niggaz get back in place where you shoulda been
In case you don't understand, we'll make it understood again
King of the underground, my gangsta will never fail
You bout to make me go postal for fuckin with my mail
You got the connect, but you ain't got to ?? and tell
You the hoax and niggaz know it, that shit ain't hard to tell
Rat bitch, recognize that your cheese ain't been to sales
I'm fina break some bread with the feds, you dumb as hell
I been around the block before, sold it all for rock to blow
And I don't fuck around, when the feds in town I got to go
Respect my mind cause I'm a trill old schooler
Summertime get too hot I wait for winter when its cooler
UGK for life, free the pimp, you know the deal
In PAT it's Trap Or Die and we ain't down for gettin killed
[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Smoke perp by the pound, ounce by the fifth
Free up on the first then again on the fifth (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga
Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth
Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga
[Slick Pulla]
We think like mathematicians, move like mobsters
It's bout to be a grizzly winter nigga straight monster (real nigga)
I'm posted up with my big schlapps, big snakes, big straps
You don't wanna feel that
Street addicts get a buzz from the hustlin
Fuck the government, we got our own, the Track-Publicans
Chillin pimp niggaz don't know the first thing about the block
I'm 279 grams of straight drop out the pot
Real street niggaz, all the ghetto hoes on our jock
When I hit the strip, all my troops listen while I talk
This what I tell em, 'Take these yams lil man
break it down, get back, see a couple grams'
And don't talk to square niggaz, you know, spongebobs
Kanye West niggaz, talking through the wire dawg
Watch for goonies when you got it, niggaz wanna rob
And pull a staff and quarterback 'em like Brett Favre
[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Smoke perp by the pound, ounce by the fifth
Free up on the first then again on the fifth (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga
Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth
Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga
Young
Chea
The recession is now here
Feel like norm I'm gettin cheers
I'm just speaking da truth
Ain't my fault if it strikes fear
Niggas heard it was a reccession
The whole world went into a panic
Glacier on my wrist
Same thang that sunk the titanic
Don't get frantic once you here the lyrics just chant it
Ya'll not seen the bigger picture so stay out my frame
I'm a menace to society cause I keep dat Kane
Know you can't believe huh
Straight from columbia
Got da cubans on call like a nokia
Mr.17 5 get it by da field
Sell it by da batch
And you better pay me fast
Or I'll do you like yung berg
Get cha chain snatched
Kidnap yo kid you won't get either one back
It's young
Ayyyyyyy
And I'm back
Ayyyyyyyy
And I'm back
I'm not a techer buts heres yo lesson
School of harknocks nigga
The recession
Chorus
[Verse 1:]
I'm alright, in a 5th of remy (Woo!)
From the city where the young niggas die skinny
Keep work on deck if you need any
Just holla at them boys cuz they keep plenty
Follow me
Got the weight of the world on my shoulders (Nah)
And I swear it feels like 10,000 boulders (Daymn)
And it's so heavy (YEAH!), but I'm so ready (AY!)
Feels like I was born for this (HA-HA!)
If not, at least I die for it
They said I couldn't do it but I still try for it (THAT'S RIIIGHT!)
The big question is "What could I do for the youth?" (YEAH!)
E'rybody lyin to em so I told em the truth, what's up
[Chorus:]
(I got hustle!)
One man, one stage, one mike
One song, one chance to get it right (AY!)
Really thank ya'll we gonna see the night
And I think I know the way, Follow Me
(I got hustle!) (YEAH!)
One man, one stage, one mike
One song, one chance to get it right (HA-HA!)
Really thank ya'll we gonna see the night
And I think I know the way, Follow Me
(I got hustle!)
Let's go
[Verse 2:]
Real niggas don't die, they go to the feds
Fresh out right back chasin' bread (YEAH!)
My life's so hard, so concrete
I was raised by em homie, that's why I think so street (Daymn)
Take me for instance, my life is not about you think me for instance (Yup)
I did the impossible, boy I made it out
Got dealt the pain here but I played it out (Yeeeeahh)
I'm a left lane nigga, my life's so fast (AY!)
Now I'm thinkin holmes, got my right blinker on (HA-HA!)
Spread the word, get my Kurt Franklin on (YEAH!)
Stuntin' in traffic like dis my car
Sometimes I wonder how I made it this far (far)
Life's a bitch, so I'm tryin the wiper (AY!)
Just ballin' 'round, you know buy some things
Lovin' every minute of it, still playin' for change, let's go
[Chorus:]
(I got hustle!)
One man, one stage, one mike
One song, one chance to get it right (AY!)
Really thank ya'll we gonna see the night
And I think I know the way, Follow Me
(I got hustle!) (YEAH!)
One man, one stage, one mike
One song, one chance to get it right (HA-HA!)
Really thank ya'll we gonna see the night
And I think I know the way, Follow Me
(I got hustle!)
Let's go
[Verse 3:]
Yeah my brush made me paint a perfect picture
Gotta pay attention cuz it's 3 dimensional
Same picture, see it one of the 3 ways (ways)
Let it, marinate it, it might take a few days (HA-HA!)
They say all I talk about is drugs and violence (Nah)
So I shouldn't say nothin', yeah a moment of silence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense (sense)
Words to live by, took it out of context (Woo!)
Let's say your past is your present and your present is your cash (cash)
So I look forward to the future (YEAH!)
Get a little paper, your baby mama want half (Daymn)
Partly cloudy, so I need a forcast (AY!)
Where's the weatherman at when you need him (huh?)
A hungry nigga eat anything you feed him
A rich nigga will buy anything you sell him
And a broke nigga believe anything you fuckin' tell him, what's up
[Chorus:]
(I got hustle!)
One man, one stage, one mike
One song, one chance to get it right (AY!)
Really thank ya'll we gonna see the night
And I think I know the way, Follow Me
(I got hustle!) (YEAH!)
One man, one stage, one mike
One song, one chance to get it right (HA-HA!)
Really thank ya'll we gonna see the night
And I think I know the way, Follow Me
(I got hustle!)
Clear..
Yeah..
Ahaha..
Yeah its official
yeah..yeah yeah..
hey Ziggy i told them niggas (oh Yah)
They wouldnt believe me tho
I do this shit by the way
Its 3:45 She pulled up to my house
Grabbed my strap, Got the door
with a blunt in my mouth (haha)
Say im bout to put the smack down
You know ill put the smack down
and (??) put the smack down
She Park in the background
look at me im standing tall
she knows how to keep it up
We just left the club
so you know we both drunk as f**k
30 min in.. secound wind
Call it cardioooooooo
i go up and down round and round SUPER MARIO!
Oh wee ohh wee she busting like a uzzy
Im riding that suzuki
She Wet as a jacuzzi
call it in ..Code 10
Get ready for the water Floowwwww
Number 16 Terr it up Yeah I told yah so
Chorus
What can i say (i aint lying)
Aint no easy way to say this (yahh..)
and i dont know if you can handel it (I dont know if you can handle It)
But im thinking about taking it (taking it there)
Cuz thats the only way you aint gettin it (and youu..)
you lay around with them Boy shorts on (Laying around)
And i've been thinking about it all day long (all day long shawtii)
And i too don't think i cant handle it (but her..)
But im think i might end up taking it..
Im thinking about it , then by recieving..
She can get it right back up , just give her a reason
Any given season Winter,spring,Summer,Fall..
I came to see the show baby gon and make the water fall
She know im the one to call when she want that good shit
She know im the one to call when she wants the hood shit
baby looking all good my demeanors all hood
Left the chopper in the car yah you know the handle all wood
I stepped up in the spot (spot) Yah Smelling like a pound
Yah you know im taking that-..Yee aint got to pull em down
Yee aint got to take em off im over agressive
said bout to be an accident Just call Progessive
Chorus
What can i say (i aint lying)
Aint no easy way to say this (yahh..)
and i dont know if you can handle it (I dont know if you can handle It)
But im thinking about taking it (taking it there)
Cuz thats the only way you aint gett it (and youu..)
you lay around with them Boy shorts on (Laying around)
And i've been thinking about it all day long (all day long shawtii)
And i too don't think i cant handle it (but her..)
But im think i might end up taking it..
I dont know if you can handle this..Know if you can handle mehh
First im gonna start right here where your man shud be
I dont know if you can handle this..Know if you can handle Young
If yee aint never had a real Negga, Better get you one
come thru on some thug shitt (thug shitt)
Gotta respect shit
Yahh i come thru on some thug shitt (thug shitt)
Gotta Accept it
she know that im never shy most time we Probly high
Mr. Kidnap the kitty catt Yah gon need an Alliby
Chorus
What can i say (i aint lying)
Aint no easy way to say this (aint no easy way to Tell you this)
and i dont know if you can handel it (I dont know if you can handel It)
But im thinking about taking it (taking it there)
Cuz thats the only way you aint gett it (and youu..)
you lay around with them Boy shorts on (Laying around)
And i've been thinking about it all day long (Ohh..)
And i too don't think i cant handel it (ohh...but her..)
But im think i might end up taking it..
There ..there there there there Take ..Ing..It..
There ..there there there there..AHH
And How you doing Jeezyy..
[intro]
Ya ya ey ya
I'm back motherfuckers ya
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
This sounds like one nigga
I ain't tryna sale 10 million copies nigga
I'm tryna sale a million 10 times nigga
It's another anthem right here nigga
I told you niggas I do this shit
It sounds like an anthem nigga
I do this shit
What you say nigga?
[verse 1]
I told you motherfuckers I'll be right back (chea)
Shooting dice in my hood must of lost 8 stacks
(whew)
Ain't nothing to a G hop back in my mayback (dammmnnn)
But I'm only riding this 'cause the Chevy's in the shop (ha ha)
5-0-2 with the chrome n seats (I'm so excited)
Ya damn right I can't wait (yeah)
It's my birthday I got big cake (that's right)
Rubic's cube you know we keep them white squares (hey)
Catch me in the e a mill looking for them bucks (bucks)
They pay a 24 I'm on my way with the ducks (yep)
26 inches make you sit up like a truck (naw)
I use to give a damn but I never gave a fuck (that's what's up)
[hook:]
I said that d boy bullshit yeah I'm still on it
I gotta half a brick left do anybody want it
They going for the 10 you can get 'em for the 8
Just holla at you boy when you tryna get straight
I said that d boy bullshit yeah I'm still on it
Think I gotta needle left do anybody want it
They going for the 5 you can get 'em for the 4
We keep it round here just let a nigga know
[verse 2]
I'm on the block all day
With them blocks all day (damn)
Straight splurge up in linen
Should I shop all day (ey)
Shut down champs did the food in product
Ya it's just a white tee but the shoes is Prada (yeah)
I gotta bag full of stones and a pocket full of pills
Call me the X-men keep a pocket full of pills (ey)
Imagine this so much ice in tha watch (how much?)
You would of thought time froze (whew)
Welcome to my life ya the first episode
Never miss a beat I gotta mini time code
Still count a quarter mill with my fucking eyes closed (damn)
In one hand behind my back get a fucking blind fold (ey)
[hook]
[verse 3]
I'm so hot you know niggas ain't cool
The boy get new money like the first day of school
Stay fresh like the first day of class
20 bricks and three choppas sold in one stash
It'll cost ya 40grand and you gotta pay cash
Them blunts burn slow but that paper come fast
The garbage man you fuck niggas so trash
I'm first place you fuck niggas so last
In I'm back to the future fuck niggas so past
I know what you thinkin' that motherfuckers so fast
Chef boyorJeezy I'm suppose to cook
Instead of getting money nigga this how you suppose to look
(ssheah!)
(ay stay strapped, stay strapped, stay strapped, stay strapped nigga)
(yall already kno wat time it is nigga, stay strapped stay strapped)
(ssheah im in the streets errnight nigga, im in the club errnight nigga)
(i dont see these fuk niggas man, these niggas talkin b records mane)
(i dont argue wit niggas on records, i told u fuckboi, u kno wat it is wit me nigga)
(u niggas protein gangstas mane, kno wat im sayin, u always said u gon sign urself or kill urself nigga)
(well u jus commited suicide bitch imma let u kno that too, ay lets get it!)
~Verse~
'Snowman bitch, 19.5 apeice, so when u take em out the wrap they as white as ur teeth
keep choppers on deck, stay ready for beef, lil nigga scared shitless, he cant even sleep
and u already know wat dem K's will do, ill have dem pussy nigga, scared to stand next to u
niggas talkin all tough, 'stead he hidin n shit, even his own mama know, Rodrick Davis a bitch!,
be honest nigga theres nothin gucci about chu, u pussy nigga, everythins coochie about chu,
see straight thru u nigga, u's a plastic rapper, nigga all on my dick, wheres the magnum wrapper?
murdered em on black tee, killed em on Icey, nigga my biggest fan, dont he sound jus like me?
gassed ya ass up, ya they played ya nigga, so imma take ya bak apart cuz i made ya nigga
HB bought ur car, HB bought ur chain, left him n then that fat nigga did the same thing
no loyalty, jumped clique to clique, hes a rappin prostitue, he jumped dick to dick, im soo icey!
n ur not icey at all, ur jewelry look like it came out the middle of the mall, this is eskimo shit, lil nigga
u's a snowcone, ur in over ya head, pocketbook boy go home, twelve carats two stones, a hundred
thousand a set, my muthafukin ears aint forgave me yet, that old ass rolex, ur six years behind me
i got the streets drunk n six beers behind me, when u was dreamin bout bread nigga i had the money
signed ur whole life away for Dodge Magnum money, still got 92, 93, 94 money, u rappin ass nigga
ur jus gettin show money, king of Decatur? i thought u was from Birmingham, shouldnt've asked for it,
if u kno u aint have it man, i got a family in the ville, and its crip in the mac-town, nigga u aint heard?
im the man in the A-town, its some boyz in yo hood do nething for Jeezy, so i warn yo lil ass touch is dumb believe me
~hook~
(i stay strapped, stay strapped)
pussy nigga try to play me, imma bust his muthafuckin head on GP,
(i stay strapped, stray strapped)
let a nigga run up on me, keep a carbon 1.5, and them choppers with me
(i stay strapped, stay strapped)
pussy nigga tryin to play, imma bust his muthafuckin head on GP
(i stay strapped, stay strapped)
let a pussy run up on me, keep a carbon 1.5 n them choppers with me
~Verse~
'1 thing about it, 2 things for sure, 3 things for certain man (for certain nigga!) we kno u a bitch ass nigga, nigga, we kno u's a hoe nigga, yall take dat nigga back to central stadium, nigga gone crazy bitch ass nigga talkin all tough, hidin n shit nigga, we kno u's a fuckboi, we kno u gay nigga, get on the ace n pills n jump in the shower with ur homeboys, watchu think i aint kno nigga? (damn) ya i kno all about that nigga (damn) i kno how HB had to buy yo bitch ass draws nigga cuz u couldnt afford em nigga, went around talkin u icey n shit now that u done got wit some fuck niggas, n u tough now nigga, i kno u a bitch nigga, jus like i'll slap yo bitch ass like them niggas did in Jazzy T's (haha) you bitch ass nigga, fuck nigga wearin gheri curls in his sophemore year nigga, u's a hoe nigga, we kno about u nigga, wat u mad cuz i shine in ur video fuckboi, u couldnt take it no more nigga? u cant assassinate my character nigga i aint actin,(haha) nigga that aint any real jacob u wearin either u fuk ass nigga, jacob said he did not make that watch, n u need to get that at real talk nigga, imma show u wat my G like, wat my crippin like nigga, any nigga claimin wat i claim, that nigga come to my city or town nigga, handle that nigga, nigga hidin from me dawg, nigga talkin all tough nigga runnin n hidin n shit nigga, real talk nigga and i want that muthafuckin bullshit ass ICEY chain cuz u need to take that monkey shit off u embaressin us nigga, matter of fact real talk nigga i got a bounty on that shit nigga ten stacks, u kno jeezy aint fake nigga, i kno that shit aint worth that much nigga but imma turn it back in nigga, cuz a nigga is embaressin us cuz, so if he come to ur town u jus happen to snatch that muthafucker off his neck or knock that mutherfucker off his neck, when i come to ur town shoot it to me imma shoot u the ten stack man so i can cremate that mutherfucker (cremate that mutherfucker!) kno wat im sayin? that shit bullshit nigga, real talk nigga, all that rich shit nigga u better stop that nigga for i take my tennis shoe money and u buy u out ur contract fukboi, kno wat im talkin bout, real talk nigga my tennis shoe like i said fuck nigga, so netime u wanna see me in the street like a man while u doin all this poppin on these records nigga, come see me nigga, cuz u kno wat it is nigga, ill beat cho muthafuckin ass nigga, thats on errthang, and if an one of u fuckniggas even act like u wanna pull some steel nigga, lets get to it, CTE nigga, fuck yo record label, company and yo crew nigga, see me in the street nigga im in the club errnight nigga still poppin bottles doin my one two thing nigga, huh wats crackin nigga! huh get at me nigga!, yall niggas aint talkin bout shit, yall keep cancelin all ur shows u makin it hard for us to get at u man, we comin to extort u i mean support u my bad, bitch ass nigga fuk i look like, im grown nigga, and like i said before fuck nigga.....its still 4th Ward bitch! freeslick pulla nigga!
Ay, jeah
Jeah, ay, ay, ay
I told 'em straight drop this and ziplock that
Right on my waistline is where I kept that strap (yeeeeah)
I remember nights I didn't remember nights (nights)
I damn near went crazy, had to get it right (that's right)
Now I'm ya favorite rapper's favorite rapper (ay)
Now I'm ya favorite trapper's favorite trapper (ha ha)
The absolute truth, yeah I'm no joke
Who me, I emerge from the crack smoked (yeah)
In the hearts of those who grind with O's (O's)
They feel my pain, they at my shows (jeah)
That's why I got this glass pot and this triple beam (what)
I tell 'em Money Talks like Charlie Sheen (ay)
These are more than words, this is more than rap
This is the streets and I am the trap
Standing ovation
Standing ovation
Once upon a time, I used to grind all night (grind all night)
With that residue, that was Ipod white (yeeeeeah)
I'm a boss, I got Juice like the magazine (jeah)
And everyday I see Feds like a magazine (ha ha)
Psychopatic wordplay, schizophrenic flow (flow)
I guess it's safe to say I got schizophrenic dough (daaaaamn)
Fuck bad bitches, smoke big blunts (jeah)
Who am I to tell ya different? Ya only live once (let's get it)
All I blow is cush, yeah that cali bud (bud)
Got cali love when I got that cali glove (ay)
My spanish bitch in L.A., yeah I owe her one (one)
Now them squares seventeen like Uncle Brady's son (yeeeeeeeah)
These are more than words, this is more than rap
This is the streets and I am the trap
Standing ovation
Standing ovation
My brains pulse through my veins, man I can't understand it
Infatuation with the birds, I watch Animal Planet (ha ha)
My life's a motion picture in Dolby Digital (ay)
Tree raiser and the scale it was digital
Calculate my every step, I'm a mathematician
Make them pigeons disappear, I'm a damn magician (yeeeeeah)
A .40 cal, rubberbands, and a shoebox (jeah)
Run through a hundred grand watching Matlock (ay)
Got it by the truckload, like the bread people (jeah)
I got a Sixth Sense, I stack dead people (that's right)
I'm talking Grants and Jacksons
Swear it took a whole hour just to count the Jacksons (ay)
These are more than words, this is more than rap
This is the streets and I am the trap
Standing ovation
[Intro:]
Convict
Akon and Young Jeezy
Tryin' to take it easy
Only way to go
And So...
[Chorus (Akon):]
If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop (Now)
'Cuz I'm a rida (Yeah)
I'm just a Soul Survivor
'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now)
If you a rida (Yeah)
Or just a Soul Survivor
[Verse 1 (Young Jeezy):]
(Let's get it) I can't sleep--we livin' in Hell (Yeah)
First they, give us the work then they throw us in jail (Ayy)
Won't trip ya--I'm trafficing in the white
Please Lord don't let me go to jail tonight (Yeah)
Who Me?? I'm a Soul Survivor
Ask about 'em in the street, the boy Jeez a rida (Jeez a rida)
A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah right (Ha Ha), Sups
Fuck the club, dawg, I rather count a million bucks (Ayy)
[Chorus (Akon):]
If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop (Now)
'Cuz I'm a rida (Yeah)
I'm just a Soul Survivor
'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now)
If you a rida (Yeah)
Or just a Soul Survivor
[Verse 2 (Young Jeezy):]
Another day, another dolla (dolla)-same block, same nigga, same part, same green
I guess we got the same dreams (Ayy)
Or is it the same nightmares (nightmares)
We let the Thugs do it for us--we don't cry tears (That's right)
Real niggaz don't budge
When Mail Man got his time he shot birds at the judge (Yeah)
I'm knee deep in the game
So when it's time to read up, I'm knee deep in the cane (Damn)
Real talk, Look, I'm tellin' you mayne (tellin' you mayne)
If you get jammed up don't mention my name
Forgive me Lord--I know I aint livin' right
Gotta feed the block, niggaz starvin', they got appitites (Ayy)
And this is er'day, it never gets old (Old)
Thought I was a juvenile stuck to the G-Code (Yeah)
This aint a rap song, nigga this is my life (this is my life)
And if the hood was a battlefield then I'd earn stripes (Yeah)
[Chorus (Akon):]
If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop (Now)
'Cuz I'm a rida (Yeah)
I'm just a Soul Survivor
'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now)
If you a rida (Yeah)
Or just a Soul Survivor
[Verse 3 (Young Jeezy):]
Gotta watch er' move 'cuz them eyes be on you (eyes be on you)
Gotta dry real cool when them pies be on you (pies be on you)
Just because we stack paper and we ball outrageous (ball outrageous)
Them alphabet boards gotta us under survalence (Ayy)
(Lock Downs) They lock us in cages
The same nigga that's a star when you put 'em on stages
I aint cheat--played the hand I was dealt
Tried to tax the grand pearl when I got it myself
(Let's Get It) No nuts, no glory (no glory)
My biography, you damn right, the true story (Yeah)
Set the city on fire, and I didn't even try (try)
Run these streets all day, I can sleep when I die (Ayy)
[Bridge (Akon):]
'Cuz if you lookin' for me you you can find me
On the block disobeyin' the law
Real G--therobred from the streets
Pants saggin' with my gun in my draws
Just to keep on movin' out
Just to keep on movin' out
Just to keep on movin' out
Just to keep on movin' out
[Chorus (Akon) 2x:]
If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop (Now)
'Cuz I'm a rida (Yeah)
I'm just a Soul Survivor
'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now)
If you a rida (Yeah)
Or just a Soul Survivor
[Hook:]
Man them young niggas killing bout nothing
Show up at the spot with the choppers like nothin
Full fifty shots, clear the block like nothin
If you made it from the bottom to the top like nothing
You don't owe a nigga nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing...
You don't owe a nigga nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing...
You don't owe a nigga
[Verse 1:]
Put your cups in the air, I'd like to make a toast
In case it goes down, yeah you know I got my toast
And when you really from the streets that's when they hate you most
And when you really got it then that's when they hate you close
Knew him back in the day when we was gettin money
Now every time I see the nigga he be actin funny
Don't you niggas see it? I'm a little pressed for time
Wanna talk about the past, told 'em press rewind
And I ain't feelin what you sayin ho, you out of place
I have you feeling what I'm sprayin' yeah it's on my waist
I'm trying to chill, smoke a couple with my lady friend
So they can meet me at the telly in the latest Benz
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Nigga you see me getting mine, you better get yours
Are you the one doing the serving or you gettin served?
Or you the one doing the jackin, or you gettin jacked
Or you the one that's goin hard or you fallin' back
And I don't believe in falling back, bitch I'm goin hard
They wanna see me fucked up, man I swear to God
They praying that I fail, they praying that I rise
I guess the hating didn't work so now they tellin lies
Oh he ain't did this, and he ain't did that
Boy keep it real with ya self, you know he lived that
You ain't real, you don't give em what they asking for
Such a real nigga, what the fuck you askin' fo'
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
And you don't even know a nigga, what you hating for?
And I ain't going nowhere so what you waiting for?
Beat the street, this rap shit cake and ice cream
Fuck the selling words, bitch I sold ice cream
From the bottom to the top, that's a nice dream
How you make it out young? I had a nice scheme
And I don't owe a nigga shit, better get it right
Just know a nigga stayed down each and every night
Hands on, yeah I broke down my own things
Hands on, yeah I counted up my own chains
Fifties over here, twenties over there
You know the rest, nigga, fives and singles everywhere
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you ever quote
My president is black, my Lambo's blue
And I be goddamned if my rims ain't too
My momma ain't at home and daddy still in jail
Tryna make a plate, anybody seen the scale?
My president is black, my Lambo's blue
And I be goddamned if my rims ain't too
My money's light green and my Jordan's light gray
And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay, let's go
Today was a good day, hope I have me a great night
I dunno what you fishin' for, hope you catch you a great white
Need I say great white, heavy as killer whales
I cannot believe this, who knew it came in bails?
Who knew it came with jail, who knew it came with prison?
Just 'cause you got an opinion does that make you a politician?
Bush robbed all of us, would that make him a criminal?
And then he cheated in Florida, would that make him a Seminole?
I say and I quote, we need a miracle
And I say a miracle 'cause this shit is hysterical
But my nephews and nieces, I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc: Allah
Mr. Soul Survivor does that make me a Konvict?
'Be all you can be', now, don't that sound like some dumb shit
When you dogged with crude oil as black as my nigga boo
It's really a Desert Storm, that's word to my nigga Clue
Catch me in Las Vegas, A.R. Arizona
Rep for them real niggaz, I'm winnin' in California
Winnin' in Tennessee, hands down Atlanta
Landslide Alabama, on my way to Savannah
My president is black, my Lambo's blue
And I be goddamned if my rims ain't too
My momma ain't at home and daddy still in jail
Tryna make a plate, anybody seen the scale?
My president is black, my Lambo's blue
And I be goddamned if my rims ain't too
My money's light green and my Jordan's light gray
And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay, let's go
I said I woke up this morning, headache this big
Pay all these damn bills, feed all these damn kids
Buy all these school shoes, buy all these school clothes
For some strange reason my son addicted to Polo's
Mommies a spinach dip, I'm addicted to use Houston's
And if the numbers is right, I take a trip out to Houston
A earthquake out in China, a hurricane in New Orleans
Street Dreams Tour, I sold my ass in New Orleans
Did it for Soulja Slim, brought out B.G.
It's all love from the beginnin' you Pimp C
You know how the pimp be, that nigga gon' speak his mind
If he could speak down from heaven, he tell me stay on my grind
Tell him I'm doin' fine, Obama for mankind
We ready for damn change, so y'all let the man shine
Stuntin' on Martin Luther 'cause I'm feelin' just like a king
Guess this is what he meant when he said that he had a dream
My president is black, my Lambo's blue
And I be goddamned if my rims ain't too
My momma ain't at home and daddy still in jail
Tryna make a plate, anybody seen the scale?
My president is black, my Lambo's blue
And I be goddamned if my rims ain't too
My money's light green and my Jordan's light gray
And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay, let's go
Our history, black history, no president ever did shit for me
Had to hit the streets, had to flip some keys, so a nigga won't go broke
Then he put us in jail, now, a nigga can't go vote
So I spend dough on these hoes is strippin'
She ain't a politician honeys a polotician
My president is black, Rolls golden charms
22 inch rims like Hulk Hogan's arms
When thousands of peoples is riled up to see you
That can arouse ya ego, you got mouths to feed
So gotta stay true to who you are and where you came from
'Cause at the top will be the same place you hang from
No matter how big you could ever be
For whatever fee or publicity, never lose your integrity
For years there's been surprise horses in this stable
Just two albums in, I'm the realest nigga on this label
Mr. Black President, yeah Obama for real
They gotta put ya face on the 5000 dollar bill
My president is black, my Lambo's blue
And I be goddamned if my rims ain't too
My momma ain't at home and daddy still in jail
Tryna make a plate, anybody seen the scale
My president is black, my Lambo's blue
And I be goddamned if my rims ain't too
My money's light green and my Jordan's light gray
And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay, let's go
So I'm sittin' here right now man, it's June 3rd, 2:08 a.m.
Nigga, I won't say win, lose or draw man
We congratulate you already homie
See I motivate the thugs right, you motivate us homie
That's what it is, this a hands on policy
Ya'll touchin' me right nigga, yeah, first black president
Win, lose or draw nigga, matter of fact, you know what it is, man
Shouts out Jackie Robinson, Booker T Washington homie
Oh y'all ain't think I knew that shit, Sidney Poitier, what they do
My president is black, I'm important too though
I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy
[Chorus:]
All these girls excited
Oooo ya know they like it
I'm so icy, so icy
Girl don't try to fight it
All yo friends invited
I'm so icy, so icy
[1st Verse: Young Jeezy]
Got a house around my neck, and my wrist on chill
Any given time, 250 in ya grill (a quarter million?)
All I do is talk shit, u can even add a couple grand for my outfit
U betta act like ya know man, in my hood they call me Jeezy da Snowman
Ya get it? Get it? Jeezy da Snowman
I'm iced out, plus I got snow, man
Let it marinate, y'all niggaz is slow man (slow man)
(Man what the fuck y'all...yo dumb ass)
I used to get nineteen for a beat
Call me Ginuwine, the same 'ol G ('ol G)
I'm da shit biiiaaattch, I need toilet paper (daaaaaayyuum!)
And some air freshener nigga, fuck a hata
These niggaz don't like me
I'm wit lil wint and I'm so icy
[Chorus]
[2nd Verse: Gucci Mane]
She diggin my fit, she think I'm da shit
Is this a chain on my neck, or the watch in my wrist
Maybe the ice in my ear, or my bracelet
But she look like the type that could take a dick
Young Gucci Man, don't kiss me baby u can kiss my chain
Ya gotta be a dime piece,
just to look at the rocks in my time piece
I come through in a drop top Jag, or Old-School Chevy
wit da antique tags
My pockets so heavy that I can't walk steady
Niggaz coppin ice we done done it already
Got a gold grill but it's not from Eddie
I ride big Chevys cuza nigga ain't petty
I'm icy, so muthafuckin snowed up, lil kids wanna
be like Gucci when they grow up
Me, jeezy and Boo
We ain't hatin pussy nigga 'gon and do what u do
Cuz we icy, so icy, we icy, so icy
[Chorus]
[3rd Verse: Wint]
Yall aint ready for me after I make this deal
Mad cause me and jeezy got our own gangster griiiiizzzzziiiiiiiiillz
Yall niggas run up if yall wanna catch a thrill
We kill thugs and call it a gangster kiiiiizzzziiiillll
You can see our chains even when the sun lacks
New thang we doing putting diamonds in our contacts
All we gotta do is relax and the girl come to us like old folks to exlax
Yall niggas say what the hell his chain is grande size like a burrito at taco bell
So when I come in yall say he pricy I bling so nicely don't hate appreciate cause I'm so icy
[Hook:]
I got so many rocks, on my chain and watch
I know I'm da shit, my chain hang down to my dick
I know I'm da bomb, just look at my charms
I know I'm da shit, my chain hang down to my dick
[Chorus]
I'm so icy
Look at my charms
My...chain...
hang...down...to my dick
[Chorus: Jagged Edge]
Quit actin shawty
You know you wanna holla
You know you wanna holla
You know you wanna holla
Quit actin shawty
You know you wanna holla
You know you wanna holla
You know you wanna holla at me
Im a real ghetto star baby ya ever been with one of those
04 cayenne ya ever rode in one of those
I aint lookin for a wife I'm lookin for a fun girl
Dress her up and treat her nice bring her to my fun world
I know you prolly hungry baby we can grab a bite den
Later on tonight, introduce her to my gangsta friend
The first time I saw you girl a gangsta had to stop and look
Lately you been on my mind me and you a good look
No strings girl, no pressure
I just wanna see you smile I aint even tryna stress ya
And I know what you thinkin
How can a nigga this hood just say the right thing to make ya feel so good
[Chorus x2:]
Quit actin shawty
You know you wanna holla
You know you wanna holla
You know you wanna holla
Quit actin shawty
You know you wanna holla
You know you wanna holla
You know you wanna holla at me
Look at you gurl
Im feelin you gurl
Lets hit the club tonight, bring ya crew gurl
Later on I wanna see what you taste like
Break a swisher down get higha than the moonlight
(step wit ya favorite thug)
You know its real girl
(got me wantin to beat it up)
You know the deal girl
(whoooooooooo)
I love ya caramel tone
The way you carry yoself
Ya soo damn grown
Ya two steppin and its turnin me on
Ya make me wanna give it to ya baby all night long
Ya got ya seven jeans on with no thong
It aint even that ??????? you dead ass wrong
[Chorus x2:]
Quit actin shawty
You know you wanna holla
You know you wanna holla
You know you wanna holla
Quit actin shawty
You know you wanna holla
You know you wanna holla
You know you wanna holla at me
Yeah im young I know the game baby
And whatever happens I wont say a thang baby
Why ya actin all tough gurl
I bet you the type that like it rough gurl
Or do you like it slow baby
Its all good, just let a gangsta know baby
I love tha way ya moan
Neva have I heard my name in that many tones
Just keep it wet it makes the sex betta
Hit the blunt and make the sex betta
Bed and breakfast, pancakes, cheese, eggs, bacon
Cuz when im finished wit ya ima leave ya legs shakin
[Chorus x2:]
Quit actin shawty
You know you wanna holla
You know you wanna holla
You know you wanna holla
Quit actin shawty
You know you wanna holla
You know you wanna holla
You know you wanna holla at me
[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
We getting money over here what it do pimpin
See you boys tipping but you boys ain't tipping
Hold up a yeah it's something wrong wit it
If the money gon' nigga be the fuck on wit it
[Bun B]
Don't worry bout what the fuck we smokin over here
Don't worry bout what the fuck we drankin over here
Don't worry bout who the fuck was standing over here
Don't worry bout how the fuck we dancing over here
[Young Jeezy]
I'm in a new SS and the tag still on it
And the pussy niggaz hating cause all the hoes on it
She ask me why I looked so mean
I said the Benz just boosted up my self-esteem
Nigga I'm the shit and if I ain't y'all let me think what think
Matter of fact tell the waitress let me drink what I drink
Nigga think I ain't
No need to brag
Man these hoes love Jeezy they just like my swag
The way I do my thang
I'm just a young ghetto nigga wit a big ass chain
[Chorus]
[Young Jeezy]
If you feeling like a pimp dog gon' brush ya shoulders off
I'm trapping lil daddy gon' get them boulders off
And I'ma teach you how to stunt
As soon as my niggaz roll up these blunts
She said she like my domineer
Between you and me I think she's digging my Beemer
Love the way a lil nigga spit so slick
Plus she heard I gotta big dick that's it
Yeah put it on me girl
Matter of fact tell ya friends put it on me girl
Gangsta shit we got dro in the air
Bottles of Crist', Grey Goose everywhere
[Chorus]
[Bun B]
I gotta stable full of hoes and a trap full of dealers
A house full of bloods and a house full of killers
I'm heavy on the streets with a rep long as old Nash
I hit a hater wit a heat from a cold gat
I'm posted up on a corner like a street light
Making sure the money move making sure I eat right
Dollar for dollar and dime for dime
We out here hustle for hustle, nigga grind for grind
We got them nines in a halfs
Even them old things grinding on them hash
Folding for doe mane
We all in the dope game
Buying and selling
You haters buying and telling
But what is my niggaz yelling
[Chorus]
[Hook:]
What you know about champagne every night
Bad b!tches everywhere, Barry White
Hit the things, I could bury white
Countin’ up a million dollars every night
Hit the mall blow up
Kinda hard when you’re sleeping on Dolce
Wake up drinkin’ Rose
Killin’ that white b!tch, OJ
[1st Verse : Young Jeezy]
Smokin’ that exotic, grinding that forty
All around trippin’, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout touring
Yeah, countin’ money til ya boring
Mad?, that ? where you goin’
Flat screens on the walls, iMacs
Michael Turners on decks, hand bags
Dirty white, yeah the kat stacks
We don’t sleep round here, we take cat naps
Wesley Snipes, its the money train
Swear the work came faster than the money came
Sometimes the money be faster than the cars is
Feds ain’t watching and then them broads is
Could end anyday and you know better
Now you watch the frito lay, yeah you know cheddar
Double bags at the spot, luggage in the place
Louie V on deck, luggage on my waist
[Hook:]
What you know about champagne every night
Bad b!tches everywhere, Barry White
Hit the things, I could bury white
Countin’ up a million dollars every night
Hit the mall blow up
Kinda hard when you’re sleeping on Dolce
Wake up drinkin’ Rose
Killin’ that white b!tch, OJ
[2nd Verse : Fabolous]
I woke up sayin’ I ain’t drinkin’ no more
Same night in the spot drinkin’ Coco
Loso, bad b!tch think she know so
Got a man cuffin’, think he popo
She tryna go below the belt, thinkin’ low blow
I’m thinking oh yeah, he thinkin’ oh no
I’m on my high horse, thinkin’ Polo
Got the 9 on me so I think I’m Romo
Uh, I’m about that life
Bring you in the game, let you meet my wife
Married to the, asking am I gettin’ cheddar now
They say I do, like a wedding vow
That AirTran we flying for cheap
And you niggas sleepin’ on me, hope you die in your sleep
OJ, yeah probably don’t get it
I’m the best that ever did it and got away with it
[Hook]
What you know about champagne every night
Bad b!tches everywhere, Barry White
Hit the things, I could bury white
Countin’ up a million dollars every night
Hit the mall blow up
Kinda hard when you’re sleeping on Dolce
Wake up drinkin Rose
Killin’ that white b!tch, OJ
[3rd Verse : Jadakiss]
Italian money and everything with ‘em
Gloves don’t fit ‘em so they gotta acquit him
Ain’t nobody seen it, but everybody heard it
The whole town hatin’, they waitin’ on a verdict
Tell ‘em niggas pop off, I’m waitin’ on a drop off
I ain’t leaving the block til I knock the box off
Yeah taking care of the whole fam
Bought the Porsche gave the M to my old man
More money more problems
More grams, more real estate, more land
At fight night I be ringside
I let them things fly, just put 1.5 under my kingsize
I look at the world through a kings eyes
I was born to spit bars and sling ?
I ain’t wealthy yet but I’m quite rich
I just gotta keep killin’ that white b!tch
[Hook]
What you know about champagne every night
Bad b!tches everywhere, Barry White
Hit the things, I could bury white
Countin’ up a million dollars every night
Hit the mall blow up
Kinda hard when you’re sleeping on Dolce
Wake up drinkin’ Rose
Killin’ that white b!tch, OJ
(AYYYEE, AY, AY, AYYEE....)
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
New shoes on the range rover, good one man (vrrooomm)
Motherfuckers acting like I aint' supposed to shine
I aint' the 1, definately not the 2 (nope)
1 in the chamber when we aming at you (Blaou)
The young Bob Barker, the price is right
If you C.O.D. then you could get them tonight
Put the fish scale on the scale
If Roy went postal, all he do is check mail (HA HA)
Low key, under the radar
Tripple black 'Vet, yeah I call it the stealth
No currency machine, I could count it myself
Almost done, another quarter million in ones
Thunder storm in the body-tap, look what I've done
Chump change, I make it rain for fun (wussup)
[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
I get them bars out of the back of my mind (that's how)
I reminisce like Mary J
Even in the drought, the boy kept that yay
100 percent served, Snowman's word
You can play my thug and my clientele (why)
I'm addicted to that new car smell
White cookies in a plastic bag
New shoes on the coupe with the paper tag
Whole life flash right before your eyes
See the state troopers and get butterflies
Got a thing for them Heckler and Koches
A minute 14 and Rolex watches
Somewhere in the back of my secret deranged brain
I get a rush when I tote that 'cane
Get money, Nigga fuck them haters
All we fear is the discovery and Inditement papers (wussup)
[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]
I'm a grown ass man, I stand on my own two
200,000 cash, yeah, I'm buying my own team
Right to your front door, operation so sweet
I like little dude who keeps his money so neat
But I still bury a nigga
Put The Mask on, Jim Carey a nigga (Blaou)
Swede ends in the Chevy, got me feelin akward
Careful with the sweets, dont burn my seats
You could live your whole life and not come close
Guess thats why these rap niggaz take notes
Rectite my adlibs, borrow my quotes
Make me Ihop a nigga, serve them with the toast
Next, they be dressing like me
But back in '93, they wasn't stressing like me (wussup)
[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
(beat fade)
Yeah yeah....if niggas knew better they'll do better
(Let's just say I never came to the A-town)
Ya dig...I'm bout to make all the sense in the world right now
But the world don't make no sense so it don't matter
Ya dig....Haha!
Niggas say I'm shallow all I talk about is the streets
(Here with the mixtape for the streets)
Well I got news for you fuck niggas (talk to em Jeezy)
That's where the fuck I came from (the streets)
(Gangsta Grillz)
Hahahaha
Let's just say
I ain't talking bout the blow and work
Let's just say
I ain't talking bout the kush I burn
Let's just say
I ain't talking bout the blow and work
Let's just say
I ain't talking bout the kush I burn
(Don't nobody wanna come for the crown?)
[Hook]
Let's just say
I ain't talking bout the blow and work
Let's just say
I ain't talking bout the kush I burn
Let's just say
I ain't talking bout the money and hoes
Let's just say
I ain't talking bout the cars and clothes
(x2)
Let's just say
I ain't know what I was talking about
Let's just say
I never really lived a drought
You can't just wake up and talk like this (Naww)
You can't just wake up and walk like this (Uh-uh)
In the belly of the beast
just like the movies
My man hype naw he ain't the record (Ayyy)
You gotta be real if you tryna detect it
That's why I drop knowledge (You sense it)
Just like NAS (Haha)
The D.A.'ll have you in a place like OZ (Damn)
Oh well, just another cell (Cell)
Ain't nothing new another nigga in jail (Yep)
Two hops and a cot
Mamma what you prayin for
Another nigga that the taxpayers payin for (Yeaaaahhhh)
You could hold your breath till your blue in the face (Ayyy)
But it don't matter they still won't open the gates (Naw)
That's real talk nigga (Ayyy)
[Hook] x2
Let's just say
I made all the sense in the world
But the world don't make no sense (Trendsetta)
We cop new cars but we still ride tints
I just copped that Charger but I want that Benz
Is it funny to you
No it's funny to me (Me)
It's all for another motherfucker to see (Yep)
Black on Black
You know how I do
So when you see me in it nigga know I bought it for you (Picture me rollin)
And iced out too this summer last summer like déjà vu (Damn)
Get money yeah that's the mission but the haters and the tabs are the obstacles (Ayyy)
I got three books and a possible (Haha)
What's the chance of a nigga goin forward
I'm focused man I had the vision (Yeah)
with my partner doin time cause he can't relive em (Gangsta Grillz)
[Hook] x2
Let's just say
We took time to think for a minute
Let's just say
We took time to blink for a minute
Time waits for no man and your girl don't either (Naww)
You in the pen now she's fuckin your friends (Damn)
Niggas don't settle down it's like they can't find pens (Ayyy)
They sell em at the same store they sell them blunts (Haha)
Oh well I guess that's life (Life)
It' don't seem wrong so I guess that's right (Yeaaaahhhhh)
But its dead wrong like my man from BK (Ayyy)
It's a one way street and your goin the wrong way (Yeah)
You know like I know you'll make that U-turn (Turn)
Tell me whatya gonna do nigga when it's your turn (Ayyy)
[Hook] x2
CHEAAA, AYEEE
You niggas doing way too much nigga.
You tryin to bite my style, steal my swag.
You wanna know how to do it I'll give you the recipe.
Let's go.
I keep it gangsta and they love dat shit
If you's a gangsta you gone love dis shit
This one's for you and I ain't talking Bud Light, (Nope)
HK nigga with that little red light, (Ha Ha)
Whole club bouncing erbody strapped up,
Pull it out my pants and make erbody back up, (Yeeeaaa)
Fuck a record deal the boy just too real,
Watch em cook it on da stove man the boy got skills, (Cheaaa)
Streets is talking whole hood's whispering,
Careful what I say cause I know dem folks listening, (Damn!)
It's ya boy Mr. 17-5,
Lil mama whole the strap and the work while I drive, (Chea)
Take it out the wrap and I put it on the scale,
But keep that on da low cause I ain't trying to go to jail. (Ha Ha)
They call me Slick Manning cause my vision's great, (Chea)
Toss shells like pigskins when I squeeze the 8,
Think I start for the Braves way I rep the A,
Like John Smokes in his prime when I pitch the K,
Got the scale in my pocket on some suicide doors,
Yams in the strap facing suicide time, Let's go
Outlandish wit it man it's stupid how we shine, Aye
Catch me in them bunkers with the troops all the time, (Okay)
I heed like Sadam but I'm sick like Ooday, (OODAY!!!)
Keeps some youngsters with me and they all bout gunplay, (Ha Ha)
We been had the streets jammed up to stock,
We down south niggas but the plugs up top. (FOR REAL)
BLOOD RAW I KEEP IT GANGSTA MY NIGGA
This for gangstas I ain't talking bout you bustas,
Choppa toaters money gettas naw not you suckas,
Coola than a fan coola than a freezer,
Still in da hood ridin sixes on the Reagal,
Still on MLK still got a side,
Still getting money and I'm still in the trap,
Lil mama say she like me plus she know I'm hood,
I'm a fool wit laying pipe plus she know I'm good,
I got a spot for the yay Uncle Pete keep the K's,
Auntie Shirley got the money if they rush then we straight,
732 shawdy leave it in my pager,
Sorry fa Cussin
I'm back Mr. Magic City
Blow on color purp I make it rain on your forehead
You woulda thought a fan the way I blow that money
You woulda thought I had a plan the way I throw that money
(Jyeah)I'm(Jyeah)I'm(Jyeah) I'm (Jyeah)
I'm back Mr. Magic City
Blow on color purp I make it rain on your forehead
You woulda thought a fan the way I blow that money
You woulda thought I had a plan the way I throw that money
The Feds outside and they checking his tag
But still the boy move with a hell of a swag
It's like the soundtrack to my life
Everyday I'm under investigation
But I will not stop so you can stop the hating
What more can I say it's like my gift and my curse
To fell or succeed I don't know what's worse (shit)
I don't know what's worse (aaa)
Agents tryna find a glitch in my matrix
One slip and I'm back to the basics
Red or blue pill what would you do?
When the same niggas you love got hate in their blood
I know God's watching over me so is the Feds
When love turns to hate and niggas rather you dead
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
All that I've done will you protect my life?
Maybe, maybe not, until then I keep an extra clip for that Glock
You wanna see my bank statement; I got no problems with that
300 thousand you know I'm smarter than that
I been dodging the alphabet boys all my life
So you gonna need more than a child support lawyer (yep, listen up)
I got some child support for you,
Get off your ass bitch and get you a job
Tell your other 3 baby daddy's to sell dope or rob
My son got everything in this world that I never had
So one thing you can't call me is a deadbeat dad (nope)
When you're the one that shoulda been exposed
Unfit mother still playin withcha nose
And I don't wanna tell my child that his moms aint shit
And this aint about him she just a money hungry bitch
I been here before, they boxed me in corna (whatcha do nigga)
And I came out fighting
They locked me in a cell and I came out writing (yeah, I say I came out wrtitin)
Lock my body you can't trap my mind
I only talk in the bedroom, we whisper in the kitchen
Call me paranoid I think the walls is listening(shhhh)
But if them walls could talk (what'd they say)
I probably never get to see the daylight
I gave it to em raw mixtape after mixtape (yeah)
I had niggas waiting on the album
I shoulda got five mics in the Source
Instead I got five bricks and a Porsche (haha)
They sat I aint lyrical
I wasn't tryna impress yall niggas
If hatin was a crime they'd arrest yall niggas
Kink bought the mic I just gave him my life
The streets co-signed the hood gave me my stripes
I said the streets co-signed the hood gave me my stripes
Kink bought the mic I just gave him my life
I said the streets co-signed the hood gave me my stripes
(yeah I know you aint done em)
I'm back, better than before
Matter fact I'm better than ever
They can't box me in, that boy too clever
So CNN worried bout little ol me
Fuck the bitch ass reporter whoever wrote the story (Fuck em)
You motherfuckers don't know shit about me (naw)
What I been through or where I came from (a)
When Shit got hard I stayed I aint run
So you can blame the government they made me this way
See the pain in my eyes you don't? see me cry
Two tears in a bucket, who got that work? (who got it?)
Real Talk: I'll make us a way
Get rich or Ima go to jail tryin
Uncle Sam aint never gave me shit
But my partner out west, yeah he front me them bricks(ha ha)
How the hell you expect me to be drug free
When George Bush aint never done shit for me
Follow me home and tap my phone
What happened to my freedom of speech?
Love don't love nobody, got me feelin like
I shouldn't love myself
I practice what I preach, I preaches what I practice(yes)
A hundred thou unda my mattress (Let's get it)
I'm only human, just a man
God gave me a gift to do the best that I can
Critics say I can't make an album better than my first one
The way I feel that'll probably be my worst one
The other one after that will better than my last
So real talk yall can kiss my ass
This is the beginning of the beginning
I am the future (say what)
You niggas are a thing of the past
I'm not ashamed of who I am or what I've become
So all that ridiculing man I'm not the one
It's called self respect I bow down to no man
Verse1: Slick Pulla
(Yeah mane, this for all the street talkin and bullshitin)
I thought I did good by shedding light to the hood
But yall niggas still hoes(a, I did what I could)
I heard some niggas looking or us yall so bogus(what)
I'm in the hood daily just in case you aint notice
I stay didpped up, my shell is frozen
Yo baby momma love me so I guess I'm chosen
I keep the 40 Cal, my clip be pokin
Fresh out the gun shop, I'm dying to stroke it
And I aint even talking bad about my own hood
It's just these hatin ass niggas suckin on a playa wood
Mark ass nigga you aint even seen money
Talkin slick about me, Ima young boss son
Chorus (Slick Pulla)
I know you don't love me(I know you don't love me)
You lookin all shady when I come around
I know you don't love me (I know you don't love me)
Talkin bad about me when I'm ouuta town
I know you don't love me (I know you don't love me)
You givin me hugs but wanna burn me down
But I aint even trippn on that lil shit
You know I stayed toned up with an extra clip
I know you don't love me
Verse 2: Jeezy
Oh hatin ass niggas just admit you was jealous
Clique of young rich niggas aint shit you can tell us
You niggas part time hoes and full time bitches
Take everything so personal
You niggas part time hoes and full time bitches
Take everything so personal
You niggas part time hoes and full time bitches
Take everything so personal
Word on the streets nigas got a hit on me
I'm in so many gangs I might kill myself
They ain't stop making guns yours when they made yours nigga
Fuck around and make me green light your ass(ha ha)
Bunch of niggas with choppers like black haulk down and I aint gotta be there for that shit to go down
Is that yo chick
Yeah I know that bitch
Yeah I hit her form the back
Yeah I throw that dick (ha ha)
Chorus(Slick Pulla)
I know you don't love me(I know you don't love me)
You lookin all shady when I come around
I know you don't love me (I know you don't love me)
Talkin bad about me when I'm ouuta town
I know you don't love me (I know you don't love me)
You givin me hugs but wanna burn me down
But I aint even trippn on that lil shit
You know I stayed toned up with an extra clip
I know you don't love me
[Verse 1:]
All I No Is The Sky Is Blue And The Coupe Is New, If Ya Moneys Right The Coke Is White,The Birds Fly South Every Year In The Night, Gotta Get It How U Live Motha Fuck Them Hataz, Get Um, Im Get Um Off Like Hot Patatas, Good Morning Vietnam Yeah We Tryin To Earn Stripes, Get Jammed Up Of One Can Cost U Ya Whole Life, Deaam, So Say Goodnight To The Bad Guy, Fresh Pair Of 87 Jeans Im So Fly, My Seats Are Suede My Luggage Is Louie, And Every Bitch In The Projects Wanna Do Me, Snowmans The Name 100 Grand On The Chain
[Chorus:]
My Seats Are Suede My Luggage Is Louie And Every Bitch In The Projects Wanna Do Me,Cause I Got Money, Remember When I Couldnt Afford No Cloths But Now A Days A Nigga Hit The Baddest Hoes,Casue I Got Money(Cause I Got Money)
[Verse 2: Jeezy]
The Chevys Sittin So High But The Rims Sit Lowwwww, I Got Um From Baileys, Cte Thats The Label That Pays Me, I Own That So I Pay Myself(Haha)Being Brokes Bad For My Health Nyquill Green 26 Inches Greenbriar Mall Pulled 26 Bitches, Make A Quick Stop Serve 9 Hoes,These Are My Confessions, Im A Sucker For Clothes,That Paper Stack Up If U Let It, But I Keep Fukin Up I Gotta Shoe Fettish, Bad Habits Im In ? Every Week, 50 Pairs Or New Nikes Aint Cheap, U Know I Gotta Get The Cap To Match, New Era Shit I A Town To That Throw The Bags In The Trunk Right Back To The Trap.
[Chorus:]
My Seats Are Suede My Luggage Is Louie And Every Bitch In The Projects Wanna Do Me,Cause I Got Money, Remember When I Couldnt Afford No Cloths But Now A Days A Nigga Hit The Baddest Hoes, Casue I Got Money(Cause I Got Money, Haha)
[Verse 3: T.I.]
See Me In The Drive Off 30 Down Town Evning Houston, It Cought A Flat Tire Had To Leave It In Houston, Then Ran Out Of Gas In The Blue Gt, The Minute We Leave I Cop The New Gt, So Now Balla Wouldnt Call Cought Him Livin A Lie, U Cant Help To Spend It Pimpin If U Gettin It Right, Listen If U Be Gettin What I Be Gettin Tonight U 2 Would Be High As A Kite Blowin Dro On A Flight, Ohh Im G 4'in At My 7 Ay Commercial Ight Just Security Being A Bitch Cant Get In With This, But Everything 100 Million Again Im In A Vanquish Tell That Nigga Fo She Begin To Sins.
[Chorus:]
My Seats Are Suede My Luggage Is Louie And Every Bitch In The Projects Wanna Do Me,Cause I Got Money, Remember When I Couldnt Afford No Cloths But Now A Days A Nigga Hit The Baddest Hoes,Casue I Got Money(Cause I Got Money, Haha)
Speedy, you a fool for this one nigga! (Yuh! Haha..)
C.T.E. nigga, you already know what it is (Yeeeeeaah)
21 gun salute (Aye!), I 22's on my coupe (Let's go!)
I do this shit!
Chorus
Tha Chevy standin' so tall, I'm lookin' down on yall
That's all I gotta tell you niggas - I do this shit!
Tha ice shine so bright, tha kush burn just right
My last time tellin' you niggas - I do this shit!
26's inches (Woo!) honey dew outside
Watermelon inside, that's a sweet ride (Daaaamn)
She diggin' me, checkin' out my paint job
And I'm diggin' her, trynna get a blow job (Yeeeeeaah)
And my job's hard, I keep (Hard Work) (Aye!)
Yeah it's HARD now, but it was SOFT 1st (Gyeah!)
You know - off white, flaked-up, just pale
Chyna Whyte, oil base, talkin' fish scales (Hahaaa)
S550, yeah tha brand new Benz
Bought two tha same color, I call 'em (Siamese Twins) (Daaaamn)
You can't outshine me, you can't outclass me (Nah!)
My wrist so shine, but my neck so flashy (Hahaaa..)
I do this shit!
Chorus
I'm with a gang of ho's, we at tha (Pappadeaux) (Gyeah!)
Chevy sittin' on them large pies, call it (Domino's) (Woo!)
Or maybe (Pizza Hut), or even (Papa John's)
They was outta Crys' (Nah), so ordered one
I was like 'WHAT!?', call me Lil' Jon (Yeeeeeaah)
Keep it so clean, so I'm fuckin' Don (Aye!)
I'm tha shit biaatch, that's right - tha fuckin' bomb!
200 carats, now that's a fuckin' charm (Daaaamn)
And this my (Lucky Charm), and I ain't talkin' corn flakes (Nope!)
I know Philly niggas and they ain't sellin' cheese stakes (Nah!)
But if ya bread straight, you can get the whole 8 (Yuh!)
You don't act right - they comin' for your whole safe
I do this shit!
Chorus
Them bricks wrapped up, and I'm strapped up (Yuh!)
Nigga act up! Get capped up! (BRRRAAT!!)
See this big toy? Play if you wanna nigga
Head over here, you just around the corner nigga (Woo!)
I'm a heavy-weight, never boxed one round (Nah!)
In and outta state, never lost one pound
Nigga I'm crazy straight (Gyeah!), I flip crazy weight (Aaaye)
Now I flip tha mic', and that's crazy riiight?
((Trap or Die) nigga!) That's my favorite tune
I'm always in tha kitchen, that's my favorite room (Hahaaa)
And I'm bakin' mine, call me Duncan Hines
Ran thru a 100 grand, call it a waste of time
I do this shit!
Chorus
[Hook x2]
I need some weed now
Somebody call the weed man
I’m tryna get high
[Young Jeezy]
Woke up in the fits ?, damn sun in my face
Racks on my jeans, gun still on my waist
And I ain’t leaving shit in my cup, that’s such a waste
You know I’m sipping on that straight like that “oh, what a a taste!”
Tip the valet 100 dollars to stunt
Pulled up in that mean machine, leave it up front
This passed out thing beside me, I barely know her
But you can just imagine the shit I’m ’bout to show her
Snow way, them streets too cold
Expectations out of this world, I’m thinking solar
That’s why I do it for that Kalamazoo
And then NOLA, cause that’s what happens
When you learn to mix it with that soda
[Hook x2]
I need some weed now
Somebody call the weed man
I’m tryna get high
[Snoop Dogg]
I wake up just to bake up, get my cake up and rise up
Motivating factors that I’m liver than most
I boast and bang, pour some pain in that thing
Put some purple rain on your brain, unravel the flame
Maintain my fame, get you new pictures
Just to put in your frame
We in the hood blowing kush with The Game
Foot in the cane, walking just like I’m an Indian chief
With no beef, real brief, with a wreath
You may think it’s a leaf!
With the residue stuck deep down in your teeth
When you smoking with the dogg, shit, you might not eat!
It’s ok, cause we lay, in the cut, on the hill, on the dip
With a fit on Crip, don’t trip
[Hook x2]
I need some weed now
Somebody call the weed man
I’m tryna get high
[Devin The Dude]
The coffee that I had, it was good to the last drop
But now I’m fresh out and you know it don’t… stop
So please man, somebody call the weed man
I’d call mine, but he’s been low on herb even
I’m fiending, daydreaming of the times when I had
Much mota, many different kinds in the bag
I fell hard for the funk, I can’t fake the love
I smoke dro, good Reggie, smoke shake to nugs
If it’s weed, then I’m with it
You got a paper? Then twist it? Got a bowl? Fill it?
Got a blunt?
Let me split it down the gut
But shit for what? Cause ain’t no green on the scene
Man, what the f-ck?
[Hook x2]
I need some weed now
Somebody call the weed man
I’m tryna get high
You Know We Trap All Day Play All Night Dis Is Da Life Of A Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Yea)
U In Da Club U C A Bad Bitch Point Her Out (Oh) Yea U Damn Right Ima (Ey)
You Damn Right Ima Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Yea)
Enemy of the State, They Call Me Will Smith Gotta Thing On Ma Side U Can Call Dat Jada
The Boys Talking Down Yea We Call Em Hatas I'm Balling Right Now So Well Get Back To Dat Lata
Be The First To Admit Am Alcoholic Only Blow Dat Good Shit Yea Dat Whatchamacallit
Catch Me Posted On Da Block In Something Exotic '07
Yea Da Same Color Hypnotic On The Outside Looking And I Want In My Homie Did The Same Thang And He Got 10
Just Took A Loss Still Trying 2 Win Nd U Trying 2 Get Back So What U Trying To Spend
You Know We Trap All Day Play All Night Dis Is Da Life Of A Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Yea)
U In Da Club U C A Bad Bitch Point Her Out (Oh) Yea U Damn Right Ima (Ey)
You Damn Right Ima Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Yea)
We Live Life On Da Edge Like Theres No Tomorrow They Grind Hard Like Theres No Today
They Do The Same Shit Like Its Yesterday The Game Never Stop So Who's Next To Play?
Against All Odds U Can Place Ur Bets Yea I'm Just Getting Started So I Ain't Done Yet (Naw)
Risk It All You Can Lose Ur Life What Else Can I Say Dats A Hell Of A Price (Dayumm)
I Don't Under Cause I Overstand No Time For Mistakes So I'm Overplaying
I'm In Da Club Like What? 4 5 Wit Me And Ima Stay Thuggin Till Da Feds Come Get Me
You Know We Trap All Day Play All Night Dis Is Da Life Of A Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Yea)
U In Da Club U C A Bad Bitch Point Her Out (Oh) Yea U Damn Right Ima (Ey)
You Damn Right Ima Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Yea)
Hey Hey This Is How We Play When We Roll Up To Da Club High Sitting On 20 Treys
Hop Out Like We Fabulous Top Models Grabbing Us They Love Dem Go Gettas Only In America
Put D On Chicks Like Wallace Turn Em?
Thinking They Can Have All Dis Cant Deny It When U C Da Wheels Spinning
Boy Kells Out Da Coupe In Miami White Linen Chips Big Spending Walk Out Da Club Witha Shitloada Women
Soon As I C One I Like Ima Go Get (Oo) Ima Get It Cause Ima Go Getta
You Know We Trap All Day Play All Night Dis Is Da Life Of A Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Yea)
U In Da Club U C A Bad Bitch Point Her Out (Oh) Yea U Damn Right Ima (Ey)
[intro]
Yeah dope boy, this is the official hustler's anthem
You gettin money, throw it in the air
[Young Jeezy]
Guess who's bizzack (back)
Still smell the blow in my clothes
Like Krispy Kreme, I was cookin them O's (cookin them O's)
Like horse shoes, I was tossin them O's
Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow ('cycle the flow)
I'm emotional, I hug the block (aye)
I'm so emotional (I love my glock)
Cash rules everything around me, so what's realer?
'Bout the scrilla, call me a +Ghostface Killah+ (yep)
It's kinda hard to be drug-free
When Georgia Power won't give a nigga lights free
Switch hustle, been killin 'em ever since (since)
It pays to tell the truth dawg, it only makes sense
[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
When they play that new Jeezy all the dope boys go crazy (geah)
and watch the dope boys go crazy
I pop my collar then I swing my chain
You can catch me in the club, pimpin doin my thang (heyy)
When they play that new Jeezy all the dope boys go crazy (geah)
and watch the dope boys go crazy
You pop your collar then you swing your chain
For all the gangstas in the street that be doin they thang (heyy)
[Young Jeezy]
Buy eighteen the hard way (let's get it)
Have a humble nigga thinkin about gun play (geah)
Now who the fuck wanna play wit guns?
A lot of holes, a lot of blood dawg, the shit ain't fun (nope)
So I suggest you don't play wit my chains
I'll send these hollows at ya, let 'em play wit ya brain (that's right)
These streets is watchin, the name is warm
The product's white, a star is born (yeahh)
Pimpin I'm so fly, if I take this parachute off, I might fall and die (damnn)
Wrap the work like spandex wit the latex (geah)
Then we ship it out of town, call it safe sex (heyy)
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Uh, more than a hustla I'm the definition of it
Master chef, lord of the kitchen cupboard
More than a street legend, homey it's Hova
More than a relief pitcher, I'm the closer
The Mariano of the Mariott, ah
If money talks, the whole world's bout to hear me out
See I'm a hustler's hope, I'm not his pipe dreams
So when they speak of success, I'm what they might mean
Attract money my worst color is light green
My favorite hue is Jay-Z blue
Don't follow me young'n, follow my moves, I'm not a role model
A bad influence got the world drinkin gold bottles
When Puff was in that tub spillin Mo'
I was at my video, Cris' on the speedboat
In my lifetime nigga, go through your research
St. Thomas my nigga, that was me first
Chrome shoe'd the GS, I came feet first
In the game like a baby boo on the reach birth
I got the keys if you need work
I can kingpin you a line, the diamond of time (uhh)
My niggaz love it when I talk like this
My corporate people start buggin cause I talk like this
The corporate thugs is like, 'Nah Hov, talk that shit'
The dope boys go crazy when they hear that boy Jay-Z
See I'ma '80s baby, master (?)
School of Hard Knocks, everyday is college
You ain't did nothin I ain't did, nigga pay homage
or pay the doctor, I sprayed Lami's
Still, the time'll reveal, you know I'm bein honest
Ya ain't put my coat yet and I keep my shit in coat check
They say the truth shall come to the light
So everybody grab your chains cause your boy that bright
[Chorus]
Cause I get allot of that, I get allot of that
Put your hands in the air, if you get allot of that
If you get allot of that, I get allot of that
Put your hands in the air if you get allot of that
Chorus
Let's talk about hate, cause I get allot of that
Talk about money, cause I get allot of that
I get allot of that, I get allot of that,
I get allot of that, cause I get allot of that
This can't be it man, this shit is stressful
Is that what it is, I'm just successful
Maybe I'm to good to hood, low down no good
I just keep shit real, just like you should
Twist my fingers, throw up my hood
Let's get this money, I know I would
I know that's right, but still we do wrong
J-bo got 30, but still we moved on
Get them clamps out, get my groove on
I stay iced out, get my cool on
Best be cool homes, get my goon on
I'll bust them to homes, get my lose on
Chorus
They say young fell off, yeah the boy done lost it
Been porting all my life baby, I'm just exhausted
I take a Gatorade break to get everything straight
Now I'm sittin here like how much Gatorade make
How much money would it take to make some mo money
Damn right a nigga straight come get some mo from me
I sold millions, made them millions
But still yaw doubt me, what's this with out me
Can't be that bad, still got my trap swag
And everytime I do a show I leave with a trap bag
Money in trash bags, I call that garbage
20 thousand a trash bag, It looks like garbage
Chorus
I get allot of that allot of this, I need allot of it
Sit on my bedroom floor counting all of it
That money be ludacris, it just might shock you
If you can't find chaka, then my right hands keep it
Look I am simply on of the best
Can't even lie I cant vouch for the depressed
Just like zip lock, they get killed in the plastic
Best add five grams so u can weigh it in plastic
I am so dirty, they wrap me in plastic
When they wrap me in plastic need to put me in traffic
They say that I'm difficult, even different
Show me the difference, I'll bring you the difference
Chorus
Yeah, hey, motherfuckin' business here, nigga
Yeah, all you hatin' ass niggaz
What you sneak this in, niggaz?
I see that you don't get your own
It's gon' get you hurt, nigga
If you a hater an' you know it, fuck you
[Incomprehensible] rappin' ass bitches
I rather listen to your instrumentals, nigga
Bitch ass, nigga, do somethin', nigga, see
I'm here now, you old news
Gotta couple Porches, trucks, couple old schools
I'll line ya ass up, push ya tape backwards
'Coz I'ma real nigga an' I don't like rappers
An' that ain't this an' this ain't that
An' bitch, I'm strapped
Fuck wit real niggaz that'll cut ya throat
An' they don't drink Pepsi, they just sell Coke
All I do is talk 'dro, it's like my brain on drugs
See me out, nigga, I do my thang in clubs
Listen up, Jeezy got a little riddle
Stack of 20 dollar bills, two bands in the middle
All the gangstas, they gon' ride to this
They gon' grind to this, they gon' shine to this
This is gangsta music, this is gangsta music
This is gangsta music, this is gangsta music
All the hustlers, they gon' ride to this
They gon' grind to this, they gon' shine to this
This is hustler music, this is hustler music
This is hustler music, this is hustler music
We don't talk on the phones 'coz it might stick
Gotta play for the 7, call it Mike Vick
Dirty birds, nigga, we play wit dem falcons
Know some niggaz in the Decatur that pay for dem falcons
Talkin' young hungry niggaz, eat ya whole plate
Jeezy, place the order, niggaz eat ya whole face
You got me misconstrued all fucked up
Jump out, hit the switch, light ya ass up
Carbon 15 wit the hundred round drum
Got plenty for any nigga, think he wants some
We don't leave 'em at the house, we bring 'em out
My chain for yo' life, we can swap it out
All the gangstas, they gon' ride to this
They gon' grind to this, they gon' shine to this
This is gangsta music, this is gangsta music
This is gangsta music, this is gangsta music
All the hustlers, they gon' ride to this
They gon' grind to this, they gon' shine to this
This is hustler music, this is hustler music
This is hustler music, this is hustler music
The hoes love my voice, make they pussy moist
Certified G shit an' I'm the gangsta's choice
Niggaz poppin' off, I hope they bullet proof
Leave holes in ya, the size of a sunroof
Mack 11 in the club an' a snub nose
Swear to God, knock you niggaz out ya fuckin' clothes
Lay ya ass flat like a doormat
Niggaz askin' for it but they ain't want that
In the rap game, takin' niggaz clientèle
White ones like the powder that I used to sell
Give a fuck about a playa hater
Hit 'em wit the tool, flush his whole radiator
All the gangstas, they gon' ride to this
They gon' grind to this, they gon' shine to this
This is gangsta music, this is gangsta music
This is gangsta music, this is gangsta music
All the hustlers, they gon' ride to this
They gon' grind to this, they gon' shine to this
This is hustler music, this is hustler music
This is hustler music, this is hustler music
Chorus
Ya nigga ain't seein' me, I put that on everything
Put that on everything
Put that on everything
I'm going out the same way I came in
Harder than a motherfucker
Real street nigga I ain't nothin like these other suckers (na)
How much the club cost I might buy this motherfucker
Have the feds park right outside this motherfucker!
You know the name bitch
Hotter than fish grease
Got a hundred move a hundred that was this week (damn)
She want me to get the room man this bitch cheap (what)
But she roll the weed good and she a big freak (yeah)
We on 75 her hands down my 87's
Dolce Gabbana belt, know the Mack-11
First name Gots
Last name Ends
Fix your mouth, fix your face, you might get a Benz
Put that on momma my daddy and everything I love
For everything I rap
My gangstas in the trap
You can't see me with a magnifying glass
200 on the dash, try some games, I'll bust ya ass
Nigga whole click, iPhones
Nigga, get your shine on
Used to whip it up and zip it up
Now it's the microphone
No man alive can't stop my shine, I'm a hustla mayne
I want it bad cause Bad Azz came from nothing man
Shining on 'em, griding on 'em, bout what I'm talking bout
If I show your bitch my house, she gone take my dick and floss
Show after show I'm getting dough
100 G's at a time
I'm MJ round my way and Louisiana is mine, nigga!
[Intro]
Yeah, wassup
Count money, get money, count money
[Hook]
I used to have nothin’
But now I got a whole lot of everything
And I come through stuntin’
And now the whole world gonna know my name
And I used to have nothin’
But now I got a whole lot of everything
That’s why I come through stuntin’
When I’m gone the whole world gonna know my name
[Verse 1]
12 years old, caught up in that street life
I was tryna shine harder than the street lights
Ran the streets tongue-tied, couldn’t sleep nights
Cause when you’re living wrong, it’s hard to sleep right
But it is what it is, gotta eat right
Cop them things they be whiter than your teeth right?
Drank some big things on my grandmama couch
It’s some mink things at my grandmama house
Cuz when you play the game every strike counts
And why they call them 8balls? Cuz they don’t bounce
Bag full of weight down in the crack yard
But you can’t get ‘em ?????
[Hook]
I used to have nothing
But now I got a whole lot of everythang
And I come through stuntin’
And now the whole world gonna know my name
And I used to have nothing
But now I got a whole lot of everythang
That’s why I come through stuntin’
When I’m gone the whole world gonna know my name
[Verse 2]
What it do nigga? 1 triple zero
Who you be nigga? Neighborhood hero
Dope game, no shame, nigga more pain
See them enough to drive a young nigga insane
From the windows of the trap, see the prison bars
Flashing lights on top, call them prison cars
For my niggas make a livin’ on they mobile phone
Grind hard ’till your earrings cost a mobile home
Ain’t nothing wrong with that, get your mobile on
Get the bricks butt naked, get your ??? on
All the other bullshit I could have focused on
Said f-ck that shit and kept my focus on
[Hook]
I used to have nothin’
But now I got a whole lot of everythang
And I come through stuntin’
And now the whole world gonna know my name
And I used to have nothin’
But now I got a whole lot of everythang
That’s why I come through stuntin’
When I’m gone the whole world gonna know my name
[Verse 3]
Yeah they try to stop a nigga but I won’t let ‘em
See the wheels? How the f-ck you ain’t gon sweat ‘em
Bet you one thing, bet you niggas won’t bet ‘em
G5 take off, you know I’m gon’ jet ‘em
Road trips ain’t shit, you know I go get ‘em
Plus my man send his check, you know we gon’ split ‘em
Now so many shoes that I can’t wear
From that real nigga cloth, that’s why you can’t tell
Always knew that I’d make it out someday
Traffic jam, I was going down the one-way
Twelve used to hit the block, I had to run away
Now this nigga be flyin’ in the runway
[Hook]
I used to have nothin’
But now I got a whole lot of everythang
And I come through stuntin’
And now the whole world gonna know my name
And I used to have nothin’
But now I got a whole lot of everythang
That’s why I come through stuntin’
When I’m gone the whole world gonna know my name
Guess whos back in da building, mind on a million it's some bitch from decater
She be holding my cash and I be holding her down
she be holding my work and I be dicking he down,
just got a call from the other side of town,
said I'm tryna go up, the opposite of down,
said I hope you aint the feds nigga ima do me,
said he comin rite back
he gone need another three, two planes, four birds
one nigga ooh wee, 17, 5, yea you know shawty low
anythang bout to blow bitch ask shawty
know and all the real bitches say go shawty goooo,
now I'm black tee wearing hell naw I aint caring
and I'll wreck this bitch and come back in a maclarin,
you know da feds stareing, and I aint even caring,
I left my 87's off nigga show them wat I'm wearing.
Chorus
I done done it all lexis, ice strokes, chevys, bitches, promices broken.
You aint never in your life seen a nigga this focused
and done done it all in a pair of air forces
If it's a UFO then it's the FBI and one more u,
it nigga don't call me, I'm so hot ass they really don't want me,
your own ass now they all on me, so nigga worry bout you why you all on me?
big stacks big straps yea all on me, you at it wit my city then it's all on me
if I'm at it wit your city then it's all on me,
new jail new cell old news, gotta new grind, myspace, youtube, smoke nigga,
pretty nigga big food, a good blunt tryna fie up like good food,
talkin about the whole, and you don't even know but half,
I'm talkin lumpkin, dumpkin, macnabb, yea my partner got arrested I got a new lexis,
and yea I told my girl lexis to buy a new lexis.
Chorus
A real nigga on top yall should be glad to see let me ask yall a question
and don't you laugh at me, come things first but I don't knoe why,
take them out the cage and they still wont fly,
take them out the flap and they still wont sell,
take them out ten times and they still wont smell,
you can get a good lawyer but he still gone tell,
and you can fix a car and it's still gone fail,
I done did some buisness with mariah, lupee, usher,
same ol j.young aint no buster, never said I was a usher,
so how you gone act like I aint no hustler,
I got bitches all round me young like usher,
don't leave your bitch around me young might fuck her,
catch me in the ballout, me and my shooters,
in a white drop top, hooters, broad day big bag, getting money, 5 grand we had...
rent money, real nigga till I die, get money, 20 in advance big money.
Chorus
And you know
Young, I see you nigga, Let's go
Chorus
I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool
That don't mean shit, I don't know you
I don't know you., I don't know you
I don't know you., I don't know you
Feelin' this in this shit, that's right I'm in this bitch
Ya'll niggas acting like Young ain't never did this shit
Nigga 500 grams, rock solid, no shake
Call them thangs Chappelles, he wants his other half baked
You know I like to scramble mine, Waffle House style
Or leave 'em sunny side up and let 'em chill for a while
Not only have I done it, I did it, I lived it
Delivered it myself, yeah I'm making house visits
I'm praying while I'm driving, it's making me religious
In the head lights behind me, it's making me suspicious
And maybe I'm trippin', and maybe I'm not
Maybe it's nothing, just hope it ain't the cops, OK
Chorus
I called there, get that and go back with that
And then I flip that, then send that right back
If it got 2 bags, it must be 5 stacks
So you owe 5 stacks, bring that right back
If it take too long, must be rerock
2 in the shoebox, nah these ain't Reeboks
I don't live there, I just cook there
Ain't nothing in there, but fish and cookware
Can't drop our shit, work that fork though
Lock up like whoa, Young like fo' sho
This shit right here, call that Come Back
Drop this 9 off, and I'll be right back
Chorus
I don't know why these niggas tell lies
Ya'll know damn well he ain't flippin' no pies
All this bird talk, make me want some Popeye's
Ya'll getting no play off in my rides
Fake ass niggas, how dare you compare Young
Black Crown Vick, yeah dad used to scare Young
My 6-2s come back like Frisbees
All these smoke fumes got me dizzy
They talk bricks, see, I'm just listening, yawn
Say, I'm just listening (Yeah!)
Hook might be tight, but that don't sound right
I sold Snow White and he sold no white
Chorus
And you know, I ain't bouncing for none of you niggas, nigga
And you know, I ain't cosigning none of you fake ass niggas
Realest nigga, ain't BS, nigga
And you know
And you know, America is me!
And you know
Let's go!
This is the greatest show on earth
What's understood ain't gotta be said SIMPLE
Don't Let em Down
I see you Zipo... I got ya homie
No mo jose no mo Rosie
They locked my dog up and that ain't ro-zay
All he wanted was the fame make it last forever
You get some ones I get some ones we make it rain together
I'm talking Quabo dreams crystal fetishes
Smokin' everyday just to keep ya sanity
Just me and nigga like what up doe
Still partyin' the club closed an hour ago
I guess the back to back Lambo's a thing of the past
We used to talk on a chirp now we talking through a glass
Just like the glass I know he sees right through me
Transparent I can't hide my window pain
I'm thinkin' what to say to make him have a better day
I'm walkin' down this little hallway like what the fu*k I'm gonna say
As I'm walkin' down the halls I feel the stress in the walls
I need to lighten up man this sh*t is too tense
Feels like I need? my heart aches so bad
When he sees my face he's gonna be so glad
Then I look into his eyes swear to god I seen his soul
Tell me what can make a hot boy stare so cold
As I looked a little deeper I saw a little hope then he cracked a smile
He still got his pride
Keep doin' what you doin' hold us real nigga's down
No matter what you do don't let us real nigga's down
Chorus
Jeezy don't do it
Don't you let em down young jeezy
Don't you let em down young jeezy
No no no no no
Jeezy don't do it
I done been through so much real life done lose touch
Inhaled so much yay, I lost my sense of smell and I don't mean that literally
But I mean this literally these nigga's actors me I'm a factory
Known for movin' big money sh*t at least a tractor
No breaks no tires I'm a ride for these streets YEAH till the wheels
Fall off
It's gonna take more then hate to get my focus off can't knock the
Hustle still stackin' dead presidents They say he on his way out well that's a
Reasonable doubt ain't no nigga's like the ones I got friend or foe politics as usual
I'm feelin' it still livin' with regrets with all these imaginary players you must love me
I told you all in do time the city is mine
Chorus
Jeezy don't do it
Don't you let em down young jeezy
Don't you let em down young jeezy
No no no no no
Jeezy don't do it
Please please please please
Don't you let em do it no
Don't you let em do it no
No no no no no
Jeezy don't do
Neva ever never ever never ever
Jeezy don't do it
Yeah, just call me Young nigga
Our money's grown though
By the way, let's go, yeah
You already know what time it is, let's go
I said I'm Young by the way, the one by the way
I ain't trippin', I just do this shit for fun by the way
The truth by the way, the proof by the way
Mr. front up on me know I'm gonna shoot by the way
I said it's on by the way, I'm in the zone by the way
And you can call me Mr. Get 'Em Gone by the way
I did it by the way, I was with it by the way
I talk it like I did it 'cause I lived it by the way
Young, the boy might go nuts
Whole sale niggas just like donuts
Creme be crispy these niggas can't hear me
Must be the wrong size 'cause these niggas can't feel me
Never let 'em play me, never let 'em bullshit me
If they ever bullshit me send the coroner to get me
And when the coroner come to get me I'ma take you pussys with me
And I ain't trustin' twelve shots, no I keep them choppers with me
And I don't trust you from a block, gotta keep them shottas with me
Can't let the goons get bored, gotta keep them niggas busy
And I ain't trustin' nobody so I took my money with me
'Cause last time they got me, get me
I said I'm Young by the way, the one by the way
I ain't trippin', I just do this shit for fun by the way
The truth by the way, the proof by the way
Mr. front up on me know I'm gonna shoot by the way
I said it's on by the way, I'm in the zone by the way
You can call me Mr. Get 'Em Gone by the way
I did it by the way, I was with it by the way
I talk it like I did it 'cause I lived it by the way
Stay on it by the way, I want it by the way
Take it to your momma's momma house
Where everybody stay, where everybody sleep
Leave everybody sleep, have a baby bottle
That's everybody's freak
Baby like a dry cleaners, seen everybody's sheets
Take 'em straight to the hood, then everybody eat
They went down, I went down
Now everybody cheap or should I say cheaper
Or maybe ever lower
You niggas gettin' this shit, should I talk any slower?
Any slower it be screwed and that would be rude
I'm a man, no respect and plus I got a sack
Got the west side crackin', ask about 'em in the mess
I said I'm Young by the way, the one by the way
I ain't trippin', I just do this shit for fun by the way
The truth by the way, the proof by the way
Mr. front up on me know I'm gonna shoot by the way
I said it's on by the way, I'm in the zone by the way
You can call me Mr. Get 'Em Gone by the way
I did it by the way, I was with it by the way
I talk it like I did it 'cause I lived it by the way
Turned a brick into a clothing line, a boost commercial
And he still talkin' yo, so who's commercial?
Young like Noah, move dem birds by the two
Daddy needs smoke, da coupe need a pair of shoes
I get my AR on and still want crossova'
I got a half a box left, think I need mo soda
Been hustlin' since I was ten, still rate me as awesome
Just got dis thing in, it's too big for a host'ta
Dey say I'm bipolar, so indesipsive
So muthafuckin', what I know sum bitches dat like it
Da real niggas recite it, da real bitches dey luv it
It's just da way da I thug it, so wen dey want it I'm like fuck it
I said I'm Young by the way, the one by the way
I ain't trippin', I just do this shit for fun by the way
The truth by the way, the proof by the way
Mr. front up on me know I'm gonna shoot by the way
I said it's on by the way, I'm in the zone by the way
You can call me Mr. Get 'Em Gone by the way
I did it by the way, I was with it by the way
[Chorus]
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
If you ain't from round here dog don't even come around
Twist ya fingers up bang motherfucker bang
Throw ya hoods up bang motherfucker bang
Eastside! (Hit 'em up bang motherfucker bang)
Westside! (Hit 'em up, bang motherfucker bang)
[Young Jeezy]
Do ya thug thang gon' get 'em up
Represent ya side nigga hit 'em up
Disrespect we gon' take it there
We 30 deep lil nigga we ain't fighting fair
You better holla at ya partners
Before we catch them outside and hit they ass wit dem choppers
The .45 make my pants sag
Catch me bouncing through the club wit my black flag
You don't like it do something nigga
Where I'm from if we don't like it we do something nigga
And you know we gon' ride homes
Stomped a nigga ass out until they turn the lights on
[Chorus]
[T.I.]
Me and Jeezy on the back street
Choppers in the back seat
What we fin to do the questions yean even gotta ask me
Desert in my lap and skullcap and a black tee
Looking for the niggaz that say they fin to attack me
Turn the music down low and let the 'llac creep
Fuck the police I give a damn if they catch me
Wait a minute that's that nigga looking at me
Let off 50 shots you niggaz ran like a track meet
I know my partners would have did the job for a flat fee
But seeing dem niggaz bleed is the only thing that's gon' relax me
I'm hands on nigga damn what you say
All them games that you play don't stand a chance in the A nigga
[Chorus]
[Lil Scrappy]
Roll up on yo block
All the bullshit stops
Man hoe know that I'm the prince so that ass gon' drop
I was born in the A with things in the way
Smoke weed everyday
Zone 3 where I stay
Yeah I think I'm the shit cause I got an SS
But the shit a old folk so you can receive the letter
I'm the best of the best
And the freshest of the fresh
Gotta pistol black out wit an Atlanta Hawk vest
Gotta lifetime of trouble and my brain still nervous
I don't rep the A by mistake I do the shit on purpose
Do it how it's worth it rim and the cars swerving
It ain't nothing but Lil Scrappy and g's up to start murkining ya
[Chorus]
First I'm going to stack my flow
Then I'm going to stack some more
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
It's a wrap on the way to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kicking her out
Patty cake patty cake microwave
These suckas make a square, damn I'm paid
I'm so cool but I'm so hot and I'm so fly and you is so not
Show me what your working with, just like that
Turn around, bend over, bring it back
Slow many Mannie Fresh bring it back
So Mannie Fresh and Snowman, it's a rap
Wrap it up in the club, ya I'm so crazy
These other rappers actors like Patrick Swayze
I try to tell them but these niggas aint hear me
Mossberg pump, i'm riding shotgun literally
Live from the projects, you know what it is
Hey Snowman can I get an adlib
Get the club crunk, cant take that from me
A drop ya, still got a lil jon money
First I'm going to stack my flow
Then I'm going to stack some more
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
It's a wrap on the way to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kicking her out
I see you lookin, what you looking at
Catch Snowman in the kitchen with his cooking ass
I'm so clean but I'm so grimey
So dirty but yet I'm so shiney
Kiki B told me me finish my meal
Def jam 7 figures we can finish the deal
Some say I lucked up or just perfect timing
I cant lose the whole city's behind me
First I'm going to stack my flow
Then I'm going to stack some more
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
It's a wrap on the way to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kicking her out
I got million dollar dreams and federal nightmares
We pop chris my niggas and still drink beer
What did you expect man I came from nothing
Real street niggas wouldnt change for nothing
Got my nigga out the hood, it's such a wonderful feeling
Three car garage with the twelve foot ceilings
It ought to be a crime just to feel this good
I swear it ought to be a crime just to be in this hood
First I'm going to stack my flow
Then I'm going to stack some more
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
It's a wrap on the way to the house
My 345 I be king of the house
Yeah, can you please motherfuckin? rise?
For the national motherfuckin? trapstar anthem
Let?s go
?Cause bitch I?m amazin?, look what I?m blazin?
Eyes so low, yeah I look like an Asian
Forever clubbin?, forever thuggin?
Haters run they mouth, they ain?t talkin? ?bout nothin?
?Cause bitch I?m amazin?, look what I?m blazin?
Eyes so low yeah, I look like an Asian
Forever clubbin?, forever thuggin?
Haters run they mouth, they ain?t talkin? ?bout nothin?
?Cause bitch I?m amazin?
Closed door armor, lookin? like it?s miller times
Sixty Seven diamond chain, who he think he Busta Rhymes
Bitch, I bust a lot of rhymes, could?ve done a lot of time
And I ain?t never snorted shit, put it all up on the line
Got a lot up on my mind, got a lot up on my plate
Gotta feed my hood, so I?m up and down the interstate
The streets need a nigga so I?m in and out that vocal booth
Hoes love a nigga ?cause I?m in and out they yellow coupe
But nuttin? but banana split, say that I?m her favorite
If you can take a lot of dick I can talk a lot of shit
Go on baby swag it up, show them haters who you?re with
Bring your Wu-gang gangsta shit, who you niggas fuckin? with
?Cause bitch I?m amazin?, look what I?m blazin?
Eyes so low, yeah I look like an Asian
Forever clubbin?, forever thuggin?
Haters run they mouth, they ain?t talkin? ?bout nothin?
?Cause bitch I?m amazin?, look what I?m blazin?
Eyes so low, yeah I look like an Asian
Forever clubbin?, forever thuggin?
Haters run they mouth, they ain?t talkin? ?bout nothin?
?Cause bitch I?m amazin?
First I sold two mill' then I sold another one
Told them if you pay for three, that I will front another one
Told them if they give me this, then I?ll record another one
But if you cannot give me that ain?t no sense in callin? back
Fuck you think they sell me for, fuck you think they find me at
Damn right American, I?m gonna need a bigger hat
Close your eyes imagine this, gonna need a bigger safe
I got bills up in that bitch, that bitch stacked up since '98
Let ?em talk, let ?em hate, watch the Lincoln navigate
If you touch ?em, wipe ?em off, fingerprints they take ?em all
I can make an avalanche and I ain?t talkin? Chevy trucks
Call me Georgia lottery ?cause I?ll be talkin? mega bucks
?Cause bitch I?m amazin?, look what I?m blazin?
Eyes so low, yeah I look like an Asian
Forever clubbin?, forever thuggin?
Haters run they mouth, they ain?t talkin? ?bout nothin?
?Cause bitch I?m amazin?, look what I?m blazin?
Eyes so low, yeah I look like an Asian
Forever clubbin?, forever thuggin?
Haters run they mouth, they ain?t talkin? ?bout nothin?
?Cause bitch I?m amazin?
Must?ve spent ten grand to make they coupe stand taller
First ?round draft pick, yeah I?m motherfuckin? baller
Just write your number down, baby girl I might call ya
If she give it to me now she won?t live to see tomorrow
And if she playin? with it she won?t make it through the night
Before the song with Kanye, I had my money right
Used to call me vice grips, yeah I keep my money tight
Now, it?s time to re-up and then I make my money white
You can catch me at my jewel, yeah I like my money bright
You can find me at the lot, yeah I like my money fast
Two hundred on the gas, two hundred on the dash
Yeah, I?m spendin? all money, yeah I?m livin? in the past
?Cause bitch I?m amazin?, look what I?m blazin?
Eyes so low, yeah I look like an Asian
Forever clubbin?, forever thuggin?
Haters run they mouth, they ain?t talkin? ?bout nothin?
?Cause bitch I?m amazin?, look what I?m blazin?
Eyes so low, yeah I look like an Asian
Forever clubbin?, forever thuggin?
Haters run they mouth, they ain?t talkin? ?bout nothin?
I went from old school Chevy's to drop top porches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces
And you ain't seen what I've seen
I can get a 100,000 in these Sean John jeans
I went from old school Chevy's to drop top porches
And you ain't did what I did
If you from where I'm from you gotta get how you live
Everybody already know jeezy real street nigga
Every time you see me all around street niggaz
I hope you got yours I keep mine
In the club blowing dro throwing up gang signs
And you already know dog
745 back to back me and O dog
These other niggaz is jokers
What they rein up wit I spent it up all the strokers
In one night eight bitches sipped bottles of cris
Forty grand sit back so you can glance my wrist
Keep bread so we carry dem toaster
But keep back though my earrings ferocious
It's not just my imagination
I'm the one in the topic in yo conversation
Jack boyz say they gon rob
But on the real fuck niggaz y'all don't want these problems
Black tees, black ones, and a fitted cap
The Mack 11 make me walk wit a crazy dap
Y'all say we country niggaz yee-haw
The money comin back and forth like a seesaw
And y'all ain't never seen what we saw
Stacks of twenty dollar bills, bricks, or white rolls
What they got Lil Pha we don't care bout shit
Ludacris how they ride out twenty wit dem bricks
Shit I spit it for y'all
On the real my niggaz shit I spit it for y'all
Who gives a fuck about friends?
If you mix the baking soda wit it you can get a Benz
While y'all robbing and boosting
I'm standing over the stove like the chef in Houston
And it's not about the flip mane
One of the realest niggaz that ever messed with these niggaz mane (told these niggaz mane)
Ya'll gon miss me wen I'm gone nigga
CT in the buildin nigga (yuh)
Slick Pulla whats good nigga? (ya'knamsayin)
Homeboy representin' (huy)
Bloy Ride whats good nigga?
USDA. . (you wanna feel this nigga pay attention)
Aim for the sky (sky) thats all i can tell ya (yup)
Roll the purple up an get high like delta (aye)
I'm in my own world, way up in the clouds (clouds)
Gangta pardice no haters allowed (gangsta greazy)
hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on drum
I don't think these niggaz heard my big hung there nigga
Play that shit back in the re-bup nigga
These CTE USDA the voice box of the block
Aim for the sky (sky) thats all i can tell ya (yup)
Roll the purple up an get high like delta (aye)
I'm in my own world, way up in the clouds (clouds)
Gangsta pardice no haters allowed (gangsta greazy)
It all happened so fast
Take time think. . .pinch myself take time to blink (aye)
So what do ya do wen the whole world loves ya? (loves ya)
The hustlers an the gangstas put nuttin above ya? (chea)
Love is love, ya just can't fake it (uh uh)
These niggaz really happy to see one of us make it
Don't talk much, do a whole lotta thinkin
My nerves still bad do a whole lotta drinkin (deeam)
Hot summer nights wake up ina cold sweat (sweat)
Gave my partner ten he ain't come yet (nope)
Still I ride big boy coupes threw traffic
Can get 20 years for what I got in this plastic (ha ha)
An it don't stop there look at my passengers seat (aye)
Can getta another 10 for just packin the heat (deeam)
Cuz now a days man, these niggaz'll kill ya
Think ya heart like concret these niggaz'll drill ya (whaa?)
It ain't a crime until ya get caught (caught)
Just thought I'd take a minute to bless ya with my thoughts (ya know)
Money is a terrible thing to waste
Thats why ya stack it to the ceilin' hide it all in ya safe (whoo)
I'm so complex I gotta beautiful mind
I'm such a hustler, I gotta beautiful grind (I know)
An I can take ya niggaz back to the gentlemen's club
You can catch me upstairs I'm such a gentlemen's thug
Get off my dick thats what you need to do (need to do)
O.G. an Shuga cain't vouch for you (ha ha)
In '98 I had the GS-Fo (wha?)
Get my Busta Rhymes on, nigga gimme sum mo'
You niggaz just rap about it, I was livin it
Take ya back wen timbo an Davinem(?) was gettin it
Cook it on the stove not the microwave
Back wen niggaz rolled around an asked fingawaves(?)
Cain't forget them Edward J mixtapes
Wen niggaz wit them machanics veiled just to get straight
See these rap niggaz wouldn't know nuttin 'bout that (nah)
Like a V.H.S., just around the back (deeam)
I risk my life just to talk like this (yup)
An this the mutherfuckin thanks i get?
I swear I ride threw the city in a two-seater (yuh!)
Fo-Five on my hip, black beater
All I need is one mike, or a half a brick
Gimme a, half an hour I be on sum shit (yeeeahhh)
Trap stay boomin' yeah we breeze threw the packs (packs)
This rap shit easy I just breeze threw the tracks
Wen ya, hot ya hot, wen ya not ya not (not ya not)
Prolly why them white boys keep rushin' the spot (yuh)
An urrbody tellin me how nice i am, (oh you're so) but I'mma real street nigga so ain't givin' a damn (uh uh)
A day in the life just anutha episode
I'm in the streets like them lions in the middle a the road (aye)
New lambo got the feds all curious (curious)
So you can stop watchin' me I take this rap shit serious (yuh)
So whynot stay in the studio for hours
Wen you can make same pay as you do wit powder (yuh)
Shot towns lovin me, L.A.'s feelin' me
This clown keep talkin lil' nigga ya killin' me (ha ha)
Or betta yet ya killin yaself (yup)
Fuckin' wit the big boys could be bad for ya health
I take shit personal I'm so sincere
The lil' nigga chunk hit me so i took taked his career (ha ha)
Catch me cruisin threw the city in sum'n bout a buck fity (neeermm)
Top down, iced out, won't any nigga fuck wit me
An I was shinin' like that before my album dropped
[chorus]
she said, she said, you ain't no good, no good
but if you feel so good
she said, she said, what if i could?
but i gotta leave you alone, ah
she said i gotta leave you alone
i, she said, i know you bad
but i want you bad
she said, she said, makes me so sad
that i gotta leave you alone
i said, i gotta leave you alone
look, look, look
i got my mind on my money,
all i need is a bad bitch
that i can run through the city spend this cash with
that i can ride through this city spend this cash on
wake up in the morning get my smash on
i want more much baby egg whites
keep your stomach in your thighs and your legs right
while i'm out here focus getting this bread right
but if the head right, Jeezy there e'ry night
wake up in the morning and you're still here
wake up in the morning and i ain't gone
all i ask, let me just do me
and maybe just me and you can get along
had them other bitches mad when they seen us
had to match our rolexes baby team us
yeah the earth is our turf we can share the world
maybe even go half on a baby girl
[chorus]
she said, she said, you ain't no good, no good
but if you feel so good
she said, she said, what if i could?
but i gotta leave you alone, ah
she said i gotta leave you alone
i, she said, i know you bad
but i want you bad
she said, she said, makes me so sad
that i gotta leave you alone
i said, i gotta leave you alone
look, look, look
let me be your mind reader, let me read your mind
and when i'm done with the front, hit it from behind
love a loyalty never cross the line
just hit a nigga up when i cross your mind
so you * you won’t be watching mine
put your * so you hard to shine
and maybe we can kick it when i got the time
be my back bone every nigga need a spine
gotta know you ride with me if i'm right or wrong
case i wake up in the morning and it's all gone
best believe i'ma get it right back
it's the hustler in me i know you like that
you probably think i'm with a different broad every night
when i think about it shit man you're probably right
the more i think about it shit you're probably wrong
cause what you didn't think about it
[chorus]
she said, she said, you ain't no good, no good
but if you feel so good
she said, she said, what if i could?
but i gotta leave you alone, ah
she said i gotta leave you alone
i, she said, i know you bad
but i want you bad
she said, she said, makes me so sad
that i gotta leave you alone
i said, i gotta leave you alone
she said she wish she never met me
cause she can't just help but let me
go ahead do whatever the hell you want
she said she hate how much she need me
turn around, and say she don't need me
always talking about she gonna leave me
but she don't
but maybe this time i'll be different
cause she shed so many tears
she'll remind me all the dumb shit that i'’ve done all over the years
but she don’t be tripping in the morning, i got her legs up by her ears
but as soon as we get done, i swear this is all i hear, yeah
[chorus]
she said, she said, you ain’t no good, no good
but if you feel so good
she said, she said, what if i could?
but i gotta leave you alone, ah
she said i gotta leave you alone
i, she said, i know you bad
but i want you bad
she said, she said, makes me so sad
that i gotta leave you alone
i said, i gotta leave you alone.
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)
[Young Jeezy]
F-ck these haters I’d kill ‘em all if I could
Ain’t scared of none of y’all, so you know my aim good
Blowing Bin Laden in my Porsche 911
Just left Ground Zero, on my way to kush heaven
Can’t slow down, too much evil in my rear view
Sometimes you wanna scream to God
But he can’t hear you
And even if you did, this’ll probably be his answer
F-ck you ‘plaining about? It ain’t like you got cancer
Do it for my niggas on the block that got it worse
First the love, then the hate, that just a trap nigga’s curse
I bet you feel like the whole world hating on you
But what’s the hold up? The whole world waiting on you
(The F.A.M.E.)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you want to squeeze your Glock until it’s empty
I’m already standing on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers envy
(The F.A.M.E.)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you want to squeeze your Glock until it’s empty
I’m already standing on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers envy
[Young Jeezy]
You mean to tell me from running my big mouth
That I could chill here in this big penthouse
All elevatored up, black hardwood floors
Just to sit around and feel like it ain’t yours
Your conscience got you feeling like you done something wrong
But the flat screen say motherf-cker, we on
Pardon me, nigga, do you see this view?
See Ruth’s Chris from here, what the f-ck’s wrong with you?
Looking at my Rollie, yeah, it’s almost 7
Bill Gates state of mind with an automatic weapon
You might remember from putting on for the city
Or back when it was on 2, going for the 50
Opened up a few squares, opened up a few tours
Just to show niggas keys open up doors
“Oh, we don’t f-ck with Young no more” Why not?
The only thing I can figure, because he on top
(The F.A.M.E.)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you want to squeeze your Glock until it’s empty
I’m already standing on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers envy
(The F.A.M.E.)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you want to squeeze your Glock until it’s empty
I’m already standing on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers envy
(The F.A.M.E.)
[T.I.]
What up, world? Long time, huh?
Hey, look
Lately, I been often out of sight, seldom out of mind
Ay, getcha bidne’ right, and stay the hell up out of mine
I’m out my mind, tryin’ to fix it before I’m out of time
Don’t worry ’bout me, God got me, bruh, I’m doing fine
Another year in prison, promise this is it for me
Tryna make it through the storm, should be makin’ history
No feeling sorry for me, keep ya pity and ya sympathy
Good or bad, take it like a man, whatever meant for me
How I did it make ‘em hate my spirit, they wish they could kill it
And they’ll take it however they can get it
Wanna see me fulla misery, walking wit’ my head down
“Let’s decapitate ‘im, then we’ll see if he can wear his crown”
(The F.A.M.E.)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you want to squeeze your Glock until it’s empty
I’m already standing on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers envy
(The F.A.M.E.)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you want to squeeze your Glock until it’s empty
I’m already standing on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers envy
(The F.A.M.E.)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you want to squeeze your Glock until it’s empty
I’m already standing on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers envy
(The F.A.M.E.)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you want to squeeze your Glock until it’s empty
I’m already standing on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers envy
(The FAME)
[Chorus]
[Verse 1]
Got one baby mama, no -----, no wife
Like pac, ya need a thug in your life
A young ----- to straight come through and beat it up
Let ya man come be the freak, he can eat it up
Shorty got the fine, she aint let me down yet
Got a Aquafina floor, call it well wet
Baby good with her mouth, says the right things
Got a head on her shoulders, she does the right thing
She a bad -----, yall ready know
Face like trina, and an --- like jacki-o
Got a gangsta on a mission,
Best believe i know all the right positions
She like it slow from the front, fast from the back
Put the pound game on her, hit her from the back
Im young and thuggin, I dont give a ----
He can make love to you, im gonna beat it up
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Shorty in the coop, lord knows shes a star
For some strange reason she likes to do it in the car
She aint the type that be running her mouth
So I keep it gangsta with her, let her come through the house
Let her play ???, when we in the bedroom she like to play with the stick
Yea, I know just how to handle her
How, no amatuer baby, I got stamina
Jeezy in the ???, now she grinding to the beat
Legs vibrating, now she messing up my sheets
Got a fistful of hair, and a fistful of an ---
She came first, I came last
[Chorus]
(Verse 3 'Slick Palla')
We pulled bad hoes, rip them, push them to the side
Cuz real players, keep reserves when its clinch time
Matter fact, my bottom ----- love to ride pine
She know when daddy leave the block, that its cut time
I'm in the trenches, getting riches with my comrads
We 4 hoes up, like shlacks in the player path
Pretty skin, ???, plus that --- fat
Fresh kicks on your feet, ya im diggin that
Slick consako, ya boys flippin wood -----
You want that straight drop ----
Come to the hood -----
I like scout them ghetto hoes up in 20 grand
Because them the ones be that freaky ---- man
2 drinks, 3 beans, now she rolling man
The tool in her throat, im just tonsil patrolling man
True pro's , put with this ----, we aint no jacks
We drill hoes, and switch them like 50 caps
[Chorus]
jeezy the snowman,
i make it winter time,
heard the streetz is hungry,
well its make it dinner time,
larger than the state patrol,
they patrol the state,
Jeezy the snowman i patrol the weight,360 4 da 19 5 ,
front door service, you ain't even gotta drive(nall0
stacks on deck,
f#$k what a hater thank,
lot of dead white boyz
equal money in da bank,
cte is the set that i claim,
know some real niggaz that claim the same thang,(yep)
they don't want war,
these niggaz want peace
72 carrots in my snowman peace
i'm dope boi fresh 4x black tee,
and its a million mother F#$ckers
fellin just me,(yeaaaah)we roll em fat like that opra b%#ch,(what)
color purp,all we smoke is that purple s#$t,
see the red dogs run like black cats,toss the work but i'm holdin on to my strap,
hustle musik,
we call it traphouse,
whole lotta backin soda and a glass pot(aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa)
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