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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" <i>[Chorus]</i> 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" <i>[Chorus]</i> 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" <i>[Chorus]</i> 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 |
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| 2. |
| 4:14 |
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Hey
Hey Hey Hey, yeah Hey Jeah, hey, hey, hey I told 'em straight drop this and zip lock that Right on my waistline is where I kept that strap (yeah) I remember nights I didn't remember nights (nights) I damn near went crazy, had to get it right (that's right) Now I'm ya favorite rapper's favorite rapper (hey) Now I'm ya favorite trapper's favorite trapper (ha ha) The absolute truth, yeah I'm no joke Who me, I emerge from the crack smoked (yeah) In the hearts of those who grind with O's (O's) They feel my pain, they at my shows (jeah) That's why I got this glass pot and this triple beam (what) I tell 'em Money Talks like Charlie Sheen (hey) [Chorus: x2] These are more than words, this is more than rap This is the streets and I am the trap Standing ovation Standing ovation Once upon a time, I used to grind all night (grind all night) With that residue, that was Ipod white (yeah) I'm a boss, I got Juice like the magazine (jeah) And everyday I see Feds like a magazine (ha ha) Psychopathic wordplay, schizophrenic flow (flow) I guess it's safe to say I got schizophrenic dough (damn) Fuck bad bitches, smoke big blunts (jeah) Who am I to tell ya different? Ya only live once (let's get it) All I blow is kush, yeah that cali bud (bud) Got cali love when I got that cali glove (hey) My spanish bitch in L.A., yeah I owe her one (one) Now them squares seventeen like Uncle Brady's son (yeah) [Chorus: x2] My brains pulse through my veins, man I can't understand it Infatuation with the birds, I watch Animal Planet (ha ha) My life's a motion picture in Dolby Digital (hey) Tree raiser and the scale it was digital Calculate my every step, I'm a mathematician Make them pigeons disappear, I'm a damn magician (yeah) A .40 cal, rubber bands, and a shoebox (jeah) Run through a hundred grand watching Matlock (hey) Got it by the truckload, like the bread people (jeah) I got a Sixth Sense, I stack dead people (that's right) I'm talking Grants and Jacksons Swear it took a whole hour just to count the Jackson's (hey) [Chorus: x2] |
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(Verse 1) I'm here now, you old news Got a couple porche trucks, couple old schools I line ya ass up, switch ya tape backwards Cuz i'm a real nigga, and i don't like rappers And that ain't this, and this ain't that And bitch I'm strapped. Fuck with real niggas that will cut your throat And they don't drink pepsi, they just sell coke. All i do is talk doe its like my brains on drugs You see me out nigga, i do my thing in clubs Listen up, Jeezy got a little riddle Stack of twenty dollar bills, two bands in the middle (Chorus) All the gangstas they gone ride to this they gone grind to this they gone shine to this this is gangsta music (Repeat 4 times) All the hustlas they gone ride to this they gone grind to this they gone shine to this this is hustla music (Repeat 4 times) (Verse 2) We don't talk on the phone cuz it might stick Got a play for the seven, call em mike vick Dirty birds nigga, we play with them falcons Know some niggas in the cater, that pay for them falcons Talking young hungry niggas, eat ya whole plate Jeezy place the order, niggas eat ya whole face You got me mis construed, all fucked up Jump out, hit the switch, light ya ass up. Carbon 1-5, with the hundred round drum Got plenty for any nigga, think he want some We don't leave em at the house, we bring em out My chain for ya life, we can swap em out (Chorus) (Verse 3) The hoes love my voice, make they pussy moist Certified G Shit, I'm the gangstas choice Niggas poppin off, I hope they bullet proof Leave holes in ya the size of a sun roof Mac 11 in the club, and the snub nose Swear to god, I knock you niggas out ya fucking clothes Lay ya ass flat, like a door mat Niggas askin for it, but they don't want that In the rap game, taking niggas clientelle White ones like the potta that i used to sell Give a fuck about a player hater Hit em with the tube, flush his whole radiator (Chorus) |
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| 3:43 |
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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 <i>[Chorus:]</i> 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 <i>[Chorus:]</i> 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 <i>[Chorus:]</i> 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" Hands in the air, "sky's the limit nigga" hands in the air "jeah" |
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| 5. |
| 4:06 |
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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 jon money First I'm going to stack my flow Then I'm going to stack some more Close shop then I do my count Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house Get fresh and jump in one of them cars Hit the club and get one of them broads It's a wrap on the way to the house By 3:45 I'll be kicking her out I see you lookin, what you looking at Catch Snowman in the kitchen with his cooking ass I'm so clean but I'm so grimey So dirty but yet I'm so shiney 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 My 345 I be king of the house |
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| 4:14 |
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Guess who's bizzack
Still smell the blow on my clothes Like crispy cream I was cooking them o's Like horseshoes I was tossin them o's Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow I'm emotional I hug the block I'm so emotional I love my glock Cash rules everything around me So what's realer Bout the scriller so call me a ghost face killa Its kinda hard to be drug free When georgia power won't give a nigga lights free Switched hustles been killin' 'em ever since Been paid to tell the truth it only make sense [Chorus] When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy And watch the dope boys go crazy I pop my collar then I swing my chain If you catch me in the club pimpin' doing my thing When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy And watch the dope boys go crazy They pop my collar then they swing they chain All the gangstas in the street that be doin' they thing By 18 the hard way Now have a humble nigga thinkin' 'bout gun play Now who the fuck want to play with guns A lotta hoes a lotta blood dog That shit ain't fun So I suggest that you don't play with my chain Or I'll send these hollow's at you Let them play with ya brain The streets is watchin' The name is warm The products white A star is born Pimpin' I'm so fly I take this parachute off I might fall and die Wrap the work with spandex with the latex Then we ship it outta town Call it safe sex [Chorus] Uh, more than a hustla I'm the definition of it Master chef, lord of the kitchen cupboard More than a street legend, homey it's hova More than a relief pitcher, I'm the closer The Mariano of the Marriott, ah If money talks, the whole world's bout to hear me out See I'm a hustler's hope, I'm not his pipe dreams So when they speak of success, I'm what they might mean Attract money my worst color is light green My favorite hue is Jay-Z blue Don't follow me young'n, follow my moves, I'm not a role model A bad influence got the world drinkin gold bottles When puff was in that tub spillin mo' I was at my video, cris' on the speedboat In my lifetime nigga, go through your research St. Thomas my nigga, that was me first Chrome shoe'd the gs, I came feet first In the game like a baby boo on the breach birth I got the keys if you need work I can kingpin you a line, the diamond of time (uhh) My niggaz love it when I talk like this My corporate people start buggin cause I talk like this The corporate thugs is like, "Nah hov, talk that shit" The dope boys go crazy when they hear that boy jay-z See I'ma '80s baby, master School of hard knocks, everyday is college You ain't did nothin I ain't did, nigga pay homage Or pay the doctor, I sprayed lami's Still, the time'll reveal, you know I'm bein honest Ya ain't put my coat yet and I keep my shit in coat check They say the truth shall come to the light So everybody grab your chains cause your boy that bright [Chorus] |
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| 3:56 |
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[Verse 1 - Young Jeezy]
Welcome to the life of a young thug nigga (yea) Only hang out wit' them criminals and drug dealers (ayyy) I'm from even where dead die (die) But try an' do it big like the kid from Bedstuy I see death around the corna and I ain't scared I got a carbon 15 and I'm fully prepared (that's right) Lord a mercy 20 rounds in a clip (yea) Outta line get 20 rounds in ya hip (ayyy) Shoot first and ask questions lata' (lata) The answer is it was all about the paper (yea) Everything the game is shit to lose And a new forty-five that I'm dyin' to use (yeahhhh) [Chorus - Ill Will] If ya real like me (like me) Throw ya hoods in the air so the 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 the way that it's gotta be Last of a dying breed, last of a dying breed, last of a dying breed [Verse 2 - Young Buck] I done seen niggaz come and go Shit the whole world done seen what I done before We do anythang when the funds is low I'm the reason outta towners don't come no mo' Let me show you niggaz how to break down the whole thang My nigga B.G. know Buck been a birdman It's got to be in ya blood to be a thug If I ain't makin' 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 my mark so the streets gon' remember me Now come and get it nigga Cashville Tennekee holla back [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Trick Daddy] Some of the dudes we thought was real O.G.'s was O.B's Cause they talked pleas and included G's like you and me The first step was going to set a trap So in a short period, they convinced the grand jury to allow a phone tap And if they listenin' Not once did they hear us mentioning Murder and a cocaine distributing Through all that was dividends comin' in I'm strict legit, and better yet we too smart for ya bullshit Callin all cars (callin all cars) Hit your brother along And tell 'em hurry up and come them niggaz got gunz Man down, shots fired, only fuck niggaz and cops died First stage of a riot And them fucks couldn't sneak by Oh you want to witness some shit Fine bitch, be quiet Because they only got what you tell 'em And only witness that they had, the bitch was layin' there dead Shot in the street all red, with two shots to his head Cause he was workin for the feds And the last informant, informed us They had it out for us For a bird that he got popped for So ride or die for him (ride or die for him) Better yet, you better kill 'em Cause I think he's gonna be the bitch to tell 'em And he probably done all ready told 'em But then again with out a witness them bitches ain't got shit [Chorus] |
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| 4:00 |
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[Chorus]
Every time I do it I do it for my hood Every time I do it I do it for my hood And every time I do it I do it for they 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 getcha 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 the beginning of January til the end of December Wasn't smokin purple then it was more like bobby brown On that hen dog got a nigga drinking straight 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!) [Chorus] 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 running wit they guns (5-0, 5-0) Ford Taurus leave everybody came back Hope dem boys 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 niggas crossing over dog no not me Plus I been in the commercials when I watch TV And everybody know I rep these streets faithfully [Chorus] Ford Taurus pull up everybody run White boys jump out running wit they guns Ford Taurus leave everybody came back Hope dem boyz didn't find my sack |
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hey hey yeah told yall niggas i was gone keep it street nigga thug motivation 101 man lets get it chorus its young jizzle from the bottom of the map gotta 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap(heeey) i do it for the trap its wit the the the rocks and og niggas wit the the the blocks(heeey) verse 1 im strapped up,im iced out a nigga play,his light out cost a cool quartermillion, thats how youll find me swirvin through traffic wit them goons behind me better call ya crew,you gon need help whole car strapped,and i aint talkin seatbelts red cross nigga,yeah we draw blood whole team got choppers like a bike club and i dont get mad,i just get money and laugh at these fuck niggas cuz they so so funny all a gangsta do is stay fresh 45 wit that gucci teflon vest chorus(1x) verse 2 im on fire,the kid s out of control competition want me to stop,drop and roll like i had a flame thrower and some gasoline set the city on fire,thats on erything i walk around around like i gotta grip in my pants yeah that s about 10 stacks halfa brick in my pants fishscale got poppy on speed dial ya niggas gettin raped ya still get oral based my flow is bannanas the coupe is grape evesle jeans wit the bape and apes desert on the pillow choppers by the nightstand go head roll the dice play wit ya life man chorus(1x) verse 3 all the tough talk ya just waistin ya breathe hit ya ass wit them things have you chasin ya breathe ya got loose lips ya better put a collar on em black chanelle frames i spent a couple dollars on em whole zip of kush just to get my mind right gresham road see the warren get my sound right my money come fast so thats how i spend it trunk soundin like it got a marchin band in it you in the minor leahes and im a heavy weight flippin brick houses we call it realestate 5 thousand for the pound get ya curb service sell a lot of grass like i gotta lawn service chorus(1x) |
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| 3:41 |
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<i>[Young Jeezy]</i>
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 <i>[Chorus]</i> 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 <i>[Young Jeezy]</i> 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 <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Young Jeezy]</i> 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 I just stick to the script y'all niggaz hoes |
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| 3:52 |
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I'm a t-are-a-p-s-t-are
Got the city on lock, big shoes on the car And she likes it (she likes it nigga) Hey And she likes it (jeah) (Lets get it) Got the city on smash Streets on click clock Eighty grand just to see the Jacob go tick tock (ha ha) I'm so materialistic, so well connected Just ask about it, so well respected (hey) Run the streets all day I don't get no sleep (nope) Eat at Spun dinners four times a week Bucket of crab legs, Slick had the lobsters (jeah) I'm the real deal these other niggas imposters Popping Gold Bond, yeah I took them sips (sips) 50 in the trunk, yeah I took those trips (trips) Keep the white girl, yeah forever my lady (jeah) Two grand flat get ya four and a baby, c'mon [Chorus] I'm a t-are-a-p-s-t-are 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-are-a-p-s-t-are Keep money in the suites, copt groups from the bar And she likes it (she likes it, jeah, ay ay) 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 ear the kicks match the cap (jeah) Black T-shirt, yeah it match the strap (ay) The stones in the watch, yeah they match the chain New Jordan's on his feet, Snowman's the name (hah a) 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 (ay) [Chorus] Lil momma want to 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 (ha ha) Slices stacked up, I got colonial bread (yeah) Now she off the chain, yeah she so erotic Purple Mango, yeah its so exotic (jeah) No punch lines (nope) no riddles (uh huh) I'm talking white squares with the steps in the middle (ha ha) You know me, take the good with the bad Can't complain the Porsche came with the rag And the chopper came with extra clips So when you niggas outta line we can extra flip (hey) [Chorus] |
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| 4:29 |
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[Chorus]
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down If you ain't from round here dog don't even come around Twist ya fingers up bang motherfucker bang Throw ya hoods up bang motherfucker bang Eastside! (Hit 'em up bang motherfucker bang) Westside! (Hit 'em up, bang motherfucker bang) Do ya thug thing gon' get 'em up Represent ya side nigga hit 'em up Disrespect we gon' take it there We 30 deep lil nigga we ain't fighting fair You better holla at ya partners Before we catch them outside and hit they ass wit dem choppers The .45 make my pants sag Catch me bouncing through the club wit my black flag You don't like it do something nigga Where I'm from if we don't like it we do something nigga And you know we gon' ride homes Stomped a nigga ass out until they turn the lights on [Chorus] 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 niggas 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 niggas ran like a track meet I know my partners would have did the job for a flat fee But seeing dem niggas bleed is the only thing that's gon' relax me I'm hands on nigga damn what you say All them games that you play don't stand a chance in the A nigga [Chorus] Roll up on yo block All the bullshit stops Man hoe know that I'm the prince so that ass gon' drop I was born in the A with things in the way Smoke weed everyday Zone 3 where I stay Yeah I think I'm the shit cause I got an SS But the shit a old folk so you can receive the letter I'm the best of the best And the freshest of the fresh Gotta pistol black out wit an Atlanta Hawk vest Gotta lifetime of trouble and my brain still nervous I don't rep the A by mistake I do the shit on purpose Do it how it's worth it rim and the cars swerving It ain't nothing but Lil Scrappy and g's up to start murkinin' ya [Chorus] |
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| 4:17 |
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Shit man fuck
Drivers license and registration please Hey what's up sir um, look um Sir could you please step out the car Oh not a problem officer its all good I'm just know what I'm sayin' Comin' 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 bills got guns (4real) Ma drivers license is revoked Just got done burnin' so I know he smell the smoke (damn) But never let em see you see sweat' Cause if he search ya trunk he might find the tec. Or a bag full of O's Wrapped in duck tape nigga between some dirty ass clothes. But I talk to him the right way he told me Slow it down and have a nice day. [Chorus] You can do ya thang shawty its okay To floss but its still one rule player don't get caught. 'cause everything you gain dog and everything you lost but its still one rule pimpin don't get caught. Fuck every hoe you hit dog and every hoe you toss 'cause its still one rule player don't get caught. You can ride clean shorty you ain't gotta walk But its still one rule player don't get caught Some niggas rob (what) some niggas slang (for real) Some niggas stack (naw) some niggas bang (chea) But I congratulate not playa Hate you in the streets pimpin make ya move get ya cake Fuck what you heard through the grapevine get outta line Nigga I'm a straighten mine. And I don't believe in wastin' time well catch them hoes later. Stay on ya grind (that's right) Gotta a low tolerance for ignorance (ignorance) You thinkin' pleasure I'm thinkin' business. The streets didn't raise no fool When you live by the code nigga its only one rule [Chorus] Got the 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 ain't seen him in a while maybe a couple months. Said he want to 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 ain't wearin' no wire naw dog he bullshittin' Said his partner set him up the nigga snitchin' [Chorus: x2] |
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| 4:40 |
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Convict
Akon and Young Jeezy Tryin' to take it easy Only way to go And So... [Chorus] If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop (Now) 'Cuz I'm a rida (Yeah) I'm just a Soul Survivor (Yeah) 'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now) If you a rida (Yeah) Or just a Soul Survivor (Let's get it) Tonight I can't sleep we livin' in Hell (Yeah) First they, give us the work then they throw us in jail (Ayy) Road Trip ya I'm trafficing in the white Please Lord don't let me go to jail tonight (Yeah) Who Me? I'm a Soul Survivor Ask about 'em in the street, the boy Jeez a rida (Jeez a rida) A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah life sucks Fuck the club, dawg, I rather count a million bucks (Ayy) [Chorus] 'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now) If you a rida (Yeah) Or just a Soul Survivor Another day, another dolla (dolla) same block, same nigga, same part, same green I guess we got the same dreams (Ayy) Or is it the same nightmares (nightmares) We let the 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 (tellin' you mayne) If you get jammed up don't mention my name Forgive me Lord I know I aint livin' right Gotta feed the block, niggaz starvin', they got appitites (Ayy) And this is er'day, it never gets old (Old) Thought I was a juvenile stuck to the G-Code (Yeah) This aint a rap song, nigga this is my life (this is my life) And if the hood was a battlefield then I'd earn stripes (Yeah) [Chorus] 'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now) If you a rida (Yeah) Or just a Soul Survivor Gotta watch er' move 'cuz them eyes be on you (eyes be on you) Gotta drive real cool when them pies be on you (pies be on you) Just because we stack paper and we ball outrageous (ball outrageous) Them alphabet boys gotta us under survalence (Ayy) (Like animals) They lock us in cages The same nigga that's a star when you put 'em on stages I aint cheat played the hand I was dealt Tried to tax the grand pearl when I got it myself (Let's Get It) No nuts, no glory (no glory) My biography, you damn right, the true story (Yeah) Set the city on fire, and I didn't even try (try) Run these streets all day, I can sleep when I die (Ayy) 'Cuz if you lookin' for me you you can find me On the block disobeyin' the law Real G-thoroughbred 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 [Chorus] 'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now) If you a rida (Yeah) Or just a Soul Survivor [Chorus] 'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now) If you a rida (Yeah) Or just a Soul Survivor |
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| 15. |
| 4:00 |
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Last time I checked I was the man on these streets
They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats Got diarrhea flow, now I shit on niggas Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggas (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 Yea, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hit man Yea, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hit man Yea, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hit man 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 are that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill (that's right) Now tell me I ain't real, this are 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 diarrhea flow, now I shit on niggas Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggas (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 Yea, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hitman I'm a hater like you, fuck my wristband Nigga sneak this, and that ain't how we play Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ (that's right) Now tell me I ain't real, this are that I'm holdin' got a gangsta grill Went from old school Chevy's To beamer coupes Got a 100 niggas with me and everybody gon shoot (yea) Try me nigga, that's your first mistake Eat your lil' ass up like a chanterelle plate The whole pie like Dominoes, yes indeed I'm tryna stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese You can try dog, but it ain't easy Mix the flake with the soul and carry Young Jeezy (damn) You still want to talk flow man? Soft white Alaska call me Snowman Smoke purp by the pound, ounce by the fifth Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yea) 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 (yea) 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 U-G-K 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, ounce by the fifth Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yea) 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 (yea) 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 want to feel that Street addicts get a buzz from the hustlin' Fuck the government, we got our own, the Track-Publicans Chillin' pimp niggas don't know the first thing about the block I'm 279 grams of straight drop out the pot Real street niggas, 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 niggas, you know, Spongebobs Kanye West niggas, talking through the wire dog Watch for goonies when you got it, niggas want to rob And pull a staff and quarterback 'em like Brett Favre Smoke purp by the pound, ounce by the fifth Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yea) 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 (yea) We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga |
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| 16. |
| 4:29 |
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[Intro]
[Girl] Jeezy?... [Jeezy] What up. [Girl] Where you at? [Jeezy] Shit I?m in tha hood where you think I?m at man ya kno, shit? [Girl] Still commin ova? [Jeezy] Eh man what I tell ya earlier man I?ll be through there man. [Girl] Uhh, I?ve been watin for ya since you left me? [Jeezy] Sss, that?s how you feel? [Girl] Hum hum hum, Yea? [Chorus ? Lloyd] [Verse 1] 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 well 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? [Chorus] [Verse 2] 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 matter 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) [Chorus] [Verse 3 "Slick Pulla"] We pull bad hoes, rip them, push them to the side 'cause 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 consako, 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 'cause 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 We drill hoes and switch ?em up like fitted caps [Chorus] |
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| 17. |
| 4:03 |
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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 <i>[Young Jeezy]</i> 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) <i>[Hook x2]</i> 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>[Young Jeezy]</i> 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 <i>[Hook x2]</i> 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>[Young Jeezy]</i> 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) <i>[Hook x2]</i> 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) |
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| 18. |
| 4:23 |
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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 I'm 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 can't even sleep I just lay in my bed Eyes full of tears and a heart full of pain Take deep breathes every time 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 goalmouth back talk to em Like the person needs his soul Fight the will to need his own "Make em understand, hey, 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 dog if I was married id trust you with my wife dog Any given time a half a mill in your possession You ain't 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. won't talk to me dog and it hurts "it hurts" She treats a nigga like I'm 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 don't 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 Knowin' 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 I'm out of town Yean tell 'em shit, you held me down Now a-days I rock the mic I'm getting paid for that And all the shit I been through I'm 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 |
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| 19. |
| 4:02 |
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I went from old school Chevy's to drop top porches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces And you ain't seen what I've seen I can get a 100,000 in these Sean John jeans I went from old school Chevy's to drop top porches And you ain't did what I did If you from where I'm from you gotta get how you live Everybody already know jeezy real street nigga Every time you see me all around street niggaz I hope you got yours I keep mine In the club blowing dro throwing up gang signs And you already know dog 745 back to back me and O dog These other niggaz is jokers What they rein up wit I spent it up all the strokers In one night eight bitches sipped bottles of cris Forty grand sit back so you can glance my wrist Keep bread so we carry dem toaster But keep back though my earrings ferocious It's not just my imagination I'm the one in the topic in yo conversation Jack boyz say they gon rob But on the real fuck niggaz y'all don't want these problems <i>[Chorus]</i> Black tees, black ones, and a fitted cap The Mack 11 make me walk wit a crazy dap Y'all say we country niggaz yee-haw The money comin back and forth like a seesaw And y'all ain't never seen what we saw Stacks of twenty dollar bills, bricks, or white rolls What they got Lil Pha we don't care bout shit Ludacris how they ride out twenty wit dem bricks Shit I spit it for y'all On the real my niggaz shit I spit it for y'all Who gives a fuck about friends? If you mix the baking soda wit it you can get a Benz While y'all robbing and boosting I'm standing over the stove like the chef in Houston And it's not about the flip mane Want the real bread it's all about your whip game <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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