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
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
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)
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)
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