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Young Jeezy Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics ) Air Forces 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 **** niggaz y'all don't want these problems Black tees, black ones, and a fitted cap The Mack 11 make me walk wit a crazy dap Y'all say we country niggaz yee haw The money comin back and forth like a seesaw And y'all ain't never seen what we saw Stacks of twenty dollar bills, bricks, or white rolls What they got Lil Pha we don't care bout shit Ludacris how they ride out twenty wit dem bricks Shit I spit it for y'all On the real my niggaz shit I spit it for y'all Who gives a **** 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... Young Jeezy |
3 A.m. 3 A.M. (Intro: Timbaland) Uh, ay, uh, ay, uh, ay, ay, ay [mumbling] Here we go, here we go Let's get it (Young Jeezy) 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) **** it, adlibs everywhere (yeeeeah) 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? (Timbaland) 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) (Young Jeezy) 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) (Young Jeezy) 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 Me and Timb on the track, but everybody play it... Young Jeezy |
And Then What And Then What 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... Young Jeezy |
Bang Bang 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 mother****er bang Throw ya hoods up bang mother****er bang Eastside! (Hit 'em up bang mother****er bang) Southside! (Hit 'em up, bang mother****er bang) (Young Jeezy) Do ya thug thang gon' get 'em up Represent ya side nigga hit 'em up Disrespect we gon' take it there We 30 deep lil nigga we ain't fighting fair You better holla at ya partners Before we catch them outside and hit they ass wit dem choppers The .45 make my pants sag Catch me bouncing through the club wit my black flag You don't like it do something nigga Where I'm from if we don't like it we do something nigga And you know we gon' ride homes Stomped a nigga ass out until they turn the lights on (T.I.) Me and Jeezy on the back street Choppers in the back seat What we fin to do the questions yean even gotta ask me Desert in my lap and skullcap and a black tee Looking for the niggaz that say they fin to attack me Turn the music down low and let the 'llac creep **** 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 (Lil Scrappy) Roll up on yo block All the bullshit stops Man hoe know that I'm the prince so that ass gon' drop I was born in the A with 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 It ain't nothing but Lil Scrappy and g's up to start murkining ya... Young Jeezy |
Bottom Of The Map Bottom Of The Map It's young jizzle from the bottom of the map Got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap (ay) I do it for the trappers with tha tha tha rocks And them ole G niggas with tha tha tha blocks (ay) I'm strapped up, Im iced out A nigga play, its lights out Cost a cool quarter million, thats 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 aint talkin seat belts Red cross nigga, yeh we draw blood Hole team got choppers like a bike club I dont get mad, i just get money And laugh at these **** niggas cuz they so funny All a gangsta do is stay fresh 45 with the gucci teflon vest It's young jizzle from the bottom of the map Got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap (ay) I do it for the trappers with tha tha tha rocks And them ole G niggas with tha tha tha blocks (ay) I'm on fire the kids outta controll Competition want me to stop, drop, and roll Like i got a flame thrower and some gasoline Set the city on fire thas on everything I walk around liek i got a grip in my pants Yeh thas about 10 stacks got 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 These Evisu Jeans with the Bathin' Apes Dessert on the pillow choppers on the night stand You can roll the dice play with ur life man It's young jizzle from the bottom of the map Got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap (ay) I do it for the trappers with tha tha tha rocks And them ole G niggas with tha tha tha blocks (ay) All that tuff 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 chenelle frames i spent a cuple dollas on em Whole zip of kush just to get mah mind right See the ones get my sound right Mah money come fast so thas how i spit it Trunk soundin liek it got a marchin band in it U in the minor leagues, and im a heavy weight Flippin brick houses,we call it real estate 5 thousand by 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) I do it for the trappers with tha tha tha rocks And them ole G niggas with tha tha tha blocks (ay) Young Jeezy |
Bury Me A G Bury Me A G (Gunshots) Four shots to the chest, my niggas get at me They don' ****ed around and ****ed 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 (News) 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 (Young Jeezy) 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 When I get where I'm goin, I just gotta be fresh... Young Jeezy |
Don't Get Caught Don't Get Caught (Jeezy) Shit man **** (Police Officer) Drivers license and registration pleez (Jeezy) Hey whats up sir umm, look umm (Police Officer) Sir could you pleez step out tha car (Jeezy) Oh not a problem officer its all good im jusy know what I'm sayin commin from droppin ma lil boy off at ma baby Momma house here go ma license right here (Jeezy) 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 İn 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. **** 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 **** 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 Bullshittin said his partner set him up tha nigga snitchin... Young Jeezy |
Dreamin Dreamin This one for the hood rite here Song dedicated for anybody out dere got sum dreams Dont give up on yo dreams real talk Ya ready kiese lets go (keisha) Dreamin Dreamin Dreamin Dreamin Dreamin Dreamin Born september 28 my life far from great No food on the table so we fought for steak But im so close to jail feels lyke im so close to hell Moms smokin rocks same shit im sellin So who's wrong her or me She addicted to tha high im addicted to tha cash Almost put my hands on here when i caught her in my stash How could i do like dat lord knows im wrong Why would i do her like dat lord know she strong I kno its been hard but we made it baby 10 years clean so she still my lady i must be dreamin Dreamin' (always think about it) (i must be) (man i must be) Dreamin' (always think about it) Dreamin' (ooooo rite) Dreamin' (always think about it) (must be) man i must be Dreamin' (always think about it) Dreamin' (oooo yea) 1 thing about it i got luv for you homie 2 things about it i take a slug for you homie Look atchu now u's a buisness man Im proud of u dawg handle ya buisness man U like the brother i neva eva had U try ya best n i still get mad We risk's it all togetha been thru it all togetha Caught cases n we still togetha Headed OT i sleep while u driven Me n my dawg ya we chippin on 5's Rememba back when we shared our clothes Look at us now we sell our shows i must be dreamin I was young n dumb wit a pocket full of cash Posted on the block wit a pocket full of glass Full speed still runin from my pass But its startin to catch up ya its gainin on my ass Theres 2 types of niggas prediter n prey Ima prediter i prey 3 times a day Man u wants said one day u'll hav kids N how u gonna explain all dat shit u did Ima soul survivor we far from a crook She always said i was a lot smarter then i looked So i took my dreams n made it some thousands Then i took my life n i made it a album i must be dreamin... Young Jeezy |
Gangsta Music Gangsta Music I'm here now you old news Gotta couple porshe trucks, couple old schools I'll line ya ass up push ya tape backwards Cuz ima real nigga I don't like rappers And that ain't this and this ain't that And bitch I'm strapped **** wit real niggaz that'll cut ya throat And they don't drink Pepsi they just sell Coke All I do is talk blow it's like my brain on drugs See me out nigga I do my thang in clubs Listen up Jeezy gotta a little riddle Stack of 20 dollar bill two bands in the middle All the gangstas they gon ride to this They gon grind to this They gon shine to this This is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, and this is gangsta music All the hustlers they gon ride to this They gon grind to this They gon shine to this This is hustler music, this is hustler music, this is hustler music, and this is hustler music We don't talk on the phone cuz it might stick Gotta play for the 7 call it Mike Vick Dirty birds nigga we play wit dem falcons Know some niggaz in the Decatur that pay for dem falcons Talking young hungry niggaz eat ya whole plate Jeezy place the order niggaz eat ya whole face You got me misconstrued all ****ed up Jump out hit the switch light ya ass up Carbon 15 wit the hundred round drum Got plenty for any nigga think he wants some We don't leave 'em at the house we bring 'em out My chain for yo life we can swap it out The hoes love my voice Make they pussy moist Certified g shit and I'm the gangsta's choice Niggaz popping off hope they bullet proof Leave holes in ya tha size of a sunroof Mack 11 in the club and a snub nose Swear to God knock you niggaz out ya ****in' clothes Lay ya ass flat like a doormat Niggaz ask for it but they don't want that In the rap game takin niggaz clientele White ones like the powder that I used to sell Give a **** about a playa hater Hit 'em wit the tool flush his whole radiator... Young Jeezy |
Get Ya Mind Right Get Ya Mind Right (Young Jeezy) 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 (Young Jeezy) 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 (Young Jeezy) Jeezy a rider, Jeezy a mother****in 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... Young Jeezy |
Go Crazy Go Crazy (Cannon) Guess who's bizzack Still smell the blow on my clothes Like crispy cream I was cooking them o's Like horseshoes I was tossing 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 whats realer Bout the scriller so call me a ghost face killer Its kinda hard to be drug free When Georgia power won't give a nigga lights free Switched hustles been killing em ever since Been paid to tell the truth it only make sense When they play that new jeezy all 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 pimping doing my thang When they play that new jeezy all 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 doing they thang Wont stop till my whole team in thug mansion And I sell like pac Thats a thugs passion And this the realest shit I ever wrote And all eyes on me like a microscope Young jeezy give em one more chance They try to shine like you and get your whole advance Like my main man pulla talk real slick Look I'm OK but my watch sick You don't gotta like a n***a Just respect my mind This is how I'm eating now So respect my grind The way I put them words together Reminds me about how I put them byrds together Buy 18 the hard way Now have a humble nigga thinkin' 'bout gun play Now who the **** wanna play with guns A lot of holes, a lot of blood dog That shit ain't fun So I suggest that you don't play with my chain Or ill send these hollow's at you Let them play with ya brain The streets is watching The name is warn The products white A star is born Pimping 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... Young Jeezy |
Go Getta Go Getta You Know We Trap All Day Play All Night Dis Is Da Life Of A Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Yea) U In Da Club U C A Bad Bitch Point Her Out (Oh) Yea U Damn Right Ima (Ey) You Damn Right Ima Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Yea) (Jeezy) Enemy of the State, They Call Me Will Smith Gotta Thing On Ma Side U Can Call Dat Jada The Boys Talking Down Yea We Call Em Hatas I'm Balling Right Now So Well Get Back To Dat Lata Be The First To Admit Am Alcoholic Only Blow Dat Good Shit Yea Dat Whatchamacallit Catch Me Posted On Da Block In Something Exotic '07 Yea Da Same Color Hypnotic On The Outside Looking And I Want In My Homie Did The Same Thang And He Got 10 Just Took A Loss Still Trying 2 Win Nd U Trying 2 Get Back So What U Trying To Spend You Know We Trap All Day Play All Night Dis Is Da Life Of A Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Yea) U In Da Club U C A Bad Bitch Point Her Out (Oh) Yea U Damn Right Ima (Ey) You Damn Right Ima Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Yea) (Jeezy) We Live Life On Da Edge Like Theres No Tomorrow They Grind Hard Like Theres No Today They Do The Same Shit Like Its Yesterday The Game Never Stop So Who's Next To Play? Against All Odds U Can Place Ur Bets Yea I'm Just Getting Started So I Ain't Done Yet (Naw) Risk It All You Can Lose Ur Life What Else Can I Say Dats A Hell Of A Price (Dayumm) I Don't Under Cause I Overstand No Time For Mistakes So I'm Overplaying I'm In Da Club Like What? 4 5 Wit Me And Ima Stay Thuggin Till Da Feds Come Get Me You Know We Trap All Day Play All Night Dis Is Da Life Of A Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Yea) U In Da Club U C A Bad Bitch Point Her Out (Oh) Yea U Damn Right Ima (Ey) You Damn Right Ima Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Yea) (R.Kelly) Hey Hey This Is How We Play When We Roll Up To Da Club High Sitting On 20 Treys Hop Out Like We Fabulous Top Models Grabbing Us They Love Dem Go Gettas Only In America Put D On Chicks Like Wallace Turn Em? Thinking They Can Have All Dis Cant Deny It When U C Da Wheels Spinning Boy Kells Out Da Coupe In Miami White Linen Chips Big Spending Walk Out Da Club Witha Shitloada Women Soon As I C One I Like Ima Go Get (Oo) Ima Get It Cause Ima Go Getta You Know We Trap All Day Play All Night Dis Is Da Life Of A Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Yea) U In Da Club U C A Bad Bitch Point Her Out (Oh) Yea U Damn Right Ima (Ey) You Damn Right Ima Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Yea) Young Jeezy |
Hypnotize Hypnotize (Ay Ay Ay Ay) Class In Session When I Talk Then Listen But U Know How It Go Real Niggas Pay Attention Aint Talkin Money We Speakin A Different Language The Hatin Niggas Gonna Be The Translators They Move To Slow When I Think To Quick Thats Why I Flash Like Gordon Im Light Years Ahead Of U Niggas Thats Why I Forgot More Than You Learned Its My Spot Now U Better Wait Your Turn And That Yayo Shit Is Irrelavent You Cant Hide The Fact That Im Intellegant Street Smart With The Little Book Sets A Young Nigga With Alot Of Common Sense They Say Im Shallow But I Think So Deep (How Deep) Deep As The Abys So When You Get A Minuet Take A Look At My Wrists Wassup Hypnotized You Are Hypnotized Now I Command You Niggas To Get Money Rock Ice Yeah Nigga Live Life Cant Explain The Feeling When Im Riddin In The Chevy Im On Top Of The World Just Gives Me The Chills Yet Im Big On Wheels A Thousand There With The Dreams In Mills Then Grands At The Mall Just For Thrills Shit I Get It Right Back Nigga Thats For Real Its All In The Game Free Throws And Fouls Half A Mill In The Bassment Got Damn Im Flavored I Want It All No Matter The Cost **** The Consequences Aint Nothin To A Boss Made Alot Out Of A Little Something Out Of Nothing Im So Proud Of Me Put The Streets On Top Where Their Supposed To Be The Sky Is The Limit Thats What Jeezy Said And The Limmit Is The Sky Lets Slice That Pie Hypnotized You Are Hypnotized Now I I Command U Niggas To Get Money Hypnotized You Are Hypnotized Now I Command You Niggas To Get Money Hypnotized You Are Hypnotized You Are Hypnotized... Young Jeezy |
I Got Money I Got Money 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 **** 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 İn 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) (Jeezy) The chevys sittin so high but the rims sit low, 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 İn 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) (T.I) See me in the drive off 30 down town evning houston, it Cought a flat tire had to leave it in houston, then ran Out of gas in the blue GT, the minute we Leave i cop the new GT, so now balla wouldnt call cought Him livin a lie, u cant help to spend it pimpin if u gettin it Right, listen if u be gettin what I be gettin tonight u 2 would be high as a kite blowin dro On a flight, ohh im g 4'in at my 7 ay commercial ight just Security being a bitch cant get in With this, but everything 100 million again im in a Vanquish tell that nigga fo she begin to sins. My seats are suede my luggage is louie and every bitch İn 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) Young Jeezy |
I Luv It I Luv It Ride till I die, Lord knows stay high, and I love 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 love it (yeah), and I love it I got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my show Parked outside, and sitting on vogues And I love it (yeah), and love it Once again it's on, I'm back in the mother****ing booth These niggas still lying, I'm the mother****ing truth (Yeah) I don't believe I need some more ****ing proof I ain't want the four door, I copped the mother****ing coupe (Ha ha) They trying be me, I'm just trying be Jeezy And everything comes to 'em like you'll see These niggas in the dark baby I'll just shine (Shine) I do it from the heart homie they just rhyme (Ah) Check your watch nigga it's my time (Hey) Mind made up I was on my grind (That's Right) So pay attention yeah you're on my time In that case time waits for no man Do it again I done that before man (Yeah) M.O.E., he ain't part of the program Or maybe you niggas ain't listening Open your eyes I'm a blessing in disguise Yeah I blew up, but they like that They switched up on me, and I ain't like that Sold my first brick yeah, I came right back Fast forward the tape, nigga look at me now And I never turn back, so mother**** that Nike's on the ground got my head to the sky Smoked all day, Lord knows I stay high Stay on top, Lord knows I'm gonna try And live for the moment, Lord knows I'm gonna die And when I get to hell, Lord knows I'm gonna fry Woke up this morning so I'm still alive 36 O's I sold them all for five Been around the world, it's the same ol' caine Been around the world, it's the same ol' thang (true) All the real niggas 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 (Yeah) You 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 staying alive... Young Jeezy |
J.e.e.z.y. J.E.E.Z.Y. (Jeezy: Talking) 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 ****ed 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 mother****er, 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 On the TV every day but I'm still pop them glocks... Young Jeezy |
Keep It Gangsta Keep It Gangsta Cheaa, Ayeeee You niggas doing way too much nigga. You tryin to bite my style, steal my swag. You wanna know how to do it I'll give you the recipe. Let's go. I keep it gangsta and they love dat shit If you's a gangsta you gone love dis shit (Jeezy) This one's for you and I ain't talking Bud Light, (Nope) HK nigga with that little red light, (Ha Ha) Whole club bouncing erbody strapped up, Pull it out my pants and make erbody back up, (Yeea) **** a record deal the boy just too real, Watch em cook it on da stove man the boy got skills, (Cheaa) Streets is talking whole hood's whispering, Careful what I say cause I know dem folks listening, (Damn!) It's ya boy Mr. 17-5, Lil mama whole the strap and the work while I drive, (Chea) Take it out the wrap and I put it on the scale, But keep that on da low cause I ain't trying to go to jail. (Ha Ha) (Slick Pulla) They call me Slick Manning cause my vision's great, (Chea) Toss shells like pigskins when I squeeze the 8, Think I start for the Braves way I rep the A, Like John Smokes in his prime when I pitch the K, Got the scale in my pocket on some suicide doors, Yams in the strap facing suicide time, Let's go Outlandish wit it man it's stupid how we shine, Aye Catch me in them bunkers with the troops all the time, (Okay) I heed like Sadam but I'm sick like Ooday, (Ooday) Keeps some youngsters with me and they all bout gunplay, (Ha Ha) We been had the streets jammed up to stock, We down south niggas but the plugs up top. (For Real) (Blood Raw) Blood raw I keep it gangsta my nigga This for gangstas I ain't talking bout you bustas, Choppa toaters money gettas naw not you suckas, Coola than a fan coola than a freezer, Still in da hood ridin sixes on the Reagal, Still on MLK still got a side, Still getting money and I'm still in the trap, Lil mama say she like me plus she know I'm hood, I'm a fool wit laying pipe plus she know I'm good, I got a spot for the yay Uncle Pete keep the K's, Auntie Shirley got the money if they rush then we straight, 732 shawdy leave it in my pager, We ain't talking on dem phones cause I know you talking paper... Young Jeezy |
Last Of A Dying Breed Last Of A Dying Breed (Young Jeezy) Welcome to da life of a young thug nigga (jea) Only hang out wit dem criminals and dem drug dealers (ayy) 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 (ayy) 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 (yeahh) (I'll Will) 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 (Trick Daddy) 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 **** niggas and cops died First stage of a ride and dem **** 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 But then again with out a witness dem bitches ain't got shit... Young Jeezy |
Let's Get It And Sky's The Limit Let's Get It And Sky's The Limit 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 **** 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" Hands in the air, "sky's the limit nigga" hands in the air "jeah" Young Jeezy |
Mr. 17.5 Mr. 17.5 (Ayyee ay ay ayyee) (Young Jeezy) New shoes on the range rover, good one man (vroom) Mother****ers 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) (Young Jeezy) Snow man, get cha' hands up high It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots Snow man, get cha' hands up high It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots (Young Jeezy) I get them bars out of the back of my mind (that's how) I reminisce like Mary J Even in the drought, the boy kept that yay 100 percent served, Snowman's word You can play my thug and my clientele (why) I'm addicted to that new car smell White cookies in a plastic bag New shoes on the coupe with the paper tag Whole life flash right before your eyes See the state troopers and get butterflies Got a thing for them Heckler and Koches A minute 14 and Rolex watches Somewhere in the back of my secret deranged brain I get a rush when I tote that 'cane Get money, Nigga **** them haters All we fear is the discovery and Inditement papers (wussup) (Young Jeezy) Snow man, get cha' hands up high It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots Snow man, get cha' hands up high It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots (Young Jeezy) I'm a grown ass man, I stand on my own two 200,000 cash, yeah, I'm buying my own team Right to your front door, operation so sweet I like little dude who keeps his money so neat But I still bury a nigga Put The Mask on, Jim Carey a nigga (Blaou) Swede ends in the Chevy, got me feelin akward Careful with the sweets, dont burn my seats You could live your whole life and not come close Guess thats why these rap niggaz take notes Rectite my adlibs, borrow my quotes Make me Ihop a nigga, serve them with the toast Next, they be dressing like me But back in '93, they wasn't stressing like me (wussup) (Young Jeezy) Snow man, get cha' hands up high It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots Snow man, get cha' hands up high It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots... Young Jeezy |
My Hood My Hood 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 ****in 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 Hope dem boyz didn't find my sack... Young Jeezy |
Soul Survivor Soul Survivor Convict Akon and Young Jeezy Tryin' to take it easy Only way to go And So (Akon) If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop (Now) 'Cuz I'm a rida (Yeah) I'm just a Soul Survivor (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 (Young Jeezy) (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 (Ay) 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 **** the club, dawg, I rather count a million bucks (Ay) (Akon) If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop (Now) 'Cuz I'm a rida (Yeah) I'm just a Soul Survivor (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 (Young Jeezy) Another day, another dolla (dolla) same block, same nigga, same part, same green I guess we got the same dreams (Ay) 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 (Ay) 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) (Akon) If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop (Now) 'Cuz I'm a rida (Yeah) I'm just a Soul Survivor (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 (Young Jeezy) 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 (Ay) (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 (Ay) (Akon) '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 (Akon) If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop (Now) 'Cuz I'm a rida (Yeah) I'm just a Soul Survivor (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... Young Jeezy |
Standing Ovation Standing Ovation (Young Jeezy) Ay,Ay,Ay Ay, jeah, Ay Jeah, ay, ay, ay (Young Jeezy) I told 'em straight drop this and ziplock that Right on my waistline is where I kept that strap (yeeah) I remember nights I didn't remember nights (nights) I damn near went crazy, had to get it right (that's right) Now I'm ya favorite rapper's favorite rapper (ay) Now I'm ya favorite trapper's favorite trapper (ha ha) The absolute truth, yeah I'm no joke Who me, I emerge from the crack smoked (yeah) In the hearts of those who grind with O's (O's) They feel my pain, they at my shows (jeah) That's why I got this glass pot and this triple beam (what) I tell 'em Money Talks like Charlie Sheen (ay) These are more than words, this is more than rap This is the streets and I am the trap Standing ovation Standing ovation (Young Jeezy) Once upon a time, I used to grind all night (grind all night) With that residue, that was Ipod white (yeeah) I'm a boss, I got Juice like the magazine (jeah) And everyday I see Feds like a magazine (ha ha) Psychopatic wordplay, schizophrenic flow (flow) I guess it's safe to say I got schizophrenic dough (daaamn) **** bad bitches, smoke big blunts (jeah) Who am I to tell ya different? Ya only live once (let's get it) All I blow is cush, yeah that cali bud (bud) Got cali love when I got that cali glove (ay) My spanish bitch in L.A., yeah I owe her one (one) Now them squares seventeen like Uncle Brady's son (yeeeah) These are more than words, this is more than rap This is the streets and I am the trap Standing ovation Standing ovation (Young Jeezy) My brains pulse through my veins, man I can't understand it Infatuation with the birds, I watch Animal Planet (ha ha) My life's a motion picture in Dolby Digital (ay) Tree raiser and the scale it was digital Calculate my every step, I'm a mathematician Make them pigeons disappear, I'm a damn magician (yeeeah) A .40 cal, rubberbands, and a shoebox (jeah) Run through a hundred grand watching Matlock (ay) Got it by the truckload, like the bread people (jeah) I got a Sixth Sense, I stack dead people (that's right) I'm talking Grants and Jacksons Swear it took a whole hour just to count the Jacksons (ay) These are more than words, this is more than rap This is the streets and I am the trap Standing ovation Standing ovation... Young Jeezy |
Still On It Still On It Ya ya ey ya I'm back mother****ers ya Ha ha ha ha ha ha This sounds like one nigga I ain't tryna sale 10 million copies nigga I'm tryna sale a million 10 times nigga It's another anthem right here nigga I told you niggas I do this shit It sounds like an anthem nigga I do this shit What you say nigga? I told you mother****ers I'll be right back (chea) Shooting dice in my hood must of lost 8 stacks (whew) Ain't nothing to a G hop back in my mayback (damnnn) But I'm only riding this 'cause the Chevy's in the shop (ha ha) 5-0-2 with the chrome n seats (I'm so excited) Ya damn right I can't wait (yeah) It's my birthday I got big cake (that's right) Rubic's cube you know we keep them white squares (hey) Catch me in the e a mill looking for them bucks (bucks) They pay a 24 I'm on my way with the ducks (yep) 26 inches make you sit up like a truck (naw) I use to give a damn but I never gave a **** (that's what's up) I said that d boy bullshit yeah I'm still on it I gotta half a brick left do anybody want it They going for the 10 you can get 'em for the 8 Just holla at you boy when you tryna get straight I said that d boy bullshit yeah I'm still on it Think I gotta needle left do anybody want it They going for the 5 you can get 'em for the 4 We keep it round here just let a nigga know I'm on the block all day With them blocks all day (damn) Straight splurge up in linen Should I shop all day (ey) Shut down champs did the food in product Ya it's just a white tee but the shoes is Prada (yeah) I gotta bag full of stones and a pocket full of pills Call me the X-men keep a pocket full of pills (ey) Imagine this so much ice and a watch (how much?) You would of thought time froze (whew) Welcome to my life ya the first episode Never miss a beat I gotta mini time code Still count a quarter mill with my ****ing eyes closed (damn) In one hand behind my back get a ****ing blind fold (ey) I'm so hot you know niggas ain't cool The boy get new money like the first day of school Stay fresh like the first day of class 20 bricks and three choppas sold in one stash It'll cost ya 40grand and you gotta pay cash Them blunts burn slow but that paper come fast The garbage man you **** niggas so trash I'm first place you **** niggas so last In I'm back to the future **** niggas so past I know what you thinkin' that mother****ers so fast That boy Young Jeezy I'm suppose to cut Instead of getting money nigga this how you suppose to look... Young Jeezy |
Streets On Lock Streets On Lock 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 mother****er 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 mother****in 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 **** my hoes Want to live my life Want to rock my shows (noo) 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) Ay ay ay che ay... Young Jeezy |
Talk To Em Talk To Em Like the person needs his soul 'uh huh, jeahFight the will 'ay' to need his own 'ay, ay, ay'Just talk to em for a minute, ay just talk to em for a minuteLike the baby 'ay' needs to cry 'uh huh jeahif you go 'ay" I swear 'jeah' ill die 'ay, ay, ay How the **** 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 'ayAnd 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 understandLike the baby 'please, look, ayneeds to cry 'make em understand, ay, ay, ayif 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 godKnew 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 rightWe used to laugh wouldn't shit funny 'nawLate 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 hurtsShe treats a nigga like im the scum of the life 'scum of the earthIn 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 'ayFight 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 understandLike the baby 'ay' needs to 'I love you Mat Loucry 'uh huh, talk to emif you go 'I ont think they understand me my niggaI 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 Love you mat lou... Young Jeezy |
Tear It Up Tear It Up (Girl) Jeezy (Jeezy) What up. (Girl) Where u at? (Jeezy) Shit I'm in tha hood where u 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 u left me. (Jeezy) Sss, that's how you feel? (Girl) Hum hum hum, Yea (Lloyd) 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 ha) 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 ha) She a bad bitch, ya'll ready know Face like Trina, and an ass like Jackio (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 **** He can make love to you, I'ma beat it up Me and 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 ha) Got a fistful of hair, and a fistful of ass (ass) She came first, I came last, roll tha grass (ey) ("Slick Pulla") 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 We drill hoes and switch 'em up like fitted caps... Young Jeezy |
That's How Ya Feel That's How Ya Feel 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 mother****ing window nigga Blow out that dro smoke nigga Tell that nigga that's how the **** 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 (Young Jeezy) 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, yeeeah) 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 ****ing vet (yeeah) 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) (Young Jeezy) I got a project chick with a lot of kids (lot of kids) She say she like my flow but love my ad libs (yeeah) 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 ****ing with a player (ay) We don't just say no, we too busy saying yeeeah 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) (Young Jeezy) I'm a mother****ing problem, who wanna solve me dog? (jeah) Got six cell phones, who gonna call me dog? (yeeeah) 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) 45 in my lap, it's going down (That's how ya feel) Young Jeezy |
The Realist The Realist (Young Jeezy: Talking) Ride on these niggaz I ride on these niggaz I ride on these niggaz (hahaa) I ride on these niggaz Let's get it (Young Jeezy) Super charger, the same color as PJ (yeaaah) 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 (dayyum) 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 (hahaaa) 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 (Young Jeezy) And I'm the muh****in' realist They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never sold the weight And I'm the muh****in' realist They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never sold the weight And I'm the muh****in' realist They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never touched the weight And I'm the muh****in' realist They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never touched the weight And I'm the muh****in' realist (Young Jeezy) Nowadays the GT's glock black (cheaa) The shoes on that mother****ing 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 (naw) 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 (Young Jeezy) 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 25 for the four ways, choppaz by the door ways... Young Jeezy |
Thug Motivation 101 Thug Motivation 101 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 **** 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 I really lived it man counting so much paper it'll hurt your hands... Young Jeezy |
Trap Or Die Trap Or Die (Young Jeezy) 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 Yeaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know hitman Yeaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know hitman Yeaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know hitman I'm a hater like you, **** my wristband Nigga sneak this, and that ain't how we play **** with mind, get ya drama like the DJ (that's right, dramatic nigga) Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill (that's right) Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill (Young Jeezy) Last time I checked I was the man on these streets They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats Got 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 Yeaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know hitman I'm a hater like you, **** my wristband Nigga sneak this, and that ain't how we play **** 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 (yeaaa) 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 (damnn) You still wanna talk Blow man? Soft White like Alaska, call me Snowman (Young Jeezy) Smoke purp by the pound, Goose by the fifth Re up on the first then again on the fifth (yeaaa) 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 (yeaaa) We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga) (Bun B) Yea, back up in the hood again, where it's all good again Ridin candy slab, grippin on the wood again Outta line niggaz get back in place where you shoulda been In case you don't understand, we'll make it understood again King of the underground, my gangsta will never fail You bout to make me go postal for ****in 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 **** 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 (Young Jeezy) Smoke purp by the pound, Goose by the fifth Re up on the first then again on the fifth (yeaaa) 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 (yeaaa) We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga (Slick Pulla) We think like mathematicians, move like mobsters It's bout to be a grizzly winter nigga straight monster (real nigga) I'm posted up with my big schlapps, big snakes, big straps You don't wanna feel that Street addicts get a buzz from the hustlin **** 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 (Young Jeezy) Smoke purp by the pound, Goose by the fifth Re up on the first then again on the fifth (yeaa) 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 (yeaa) We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga... Young Jeezy |
Trapstar Trapstar I'm a trapstar 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 trapstar 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 trapstar 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 (ay) 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 (yeahh) Now she off the chain, yeah she so erotic Purple Mango, yeah its so exotic (ch yeah) 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 So when you niggaz outta line we can extra flip (heyy) Young Jeezy |
U Know What It Is U Know What It Is (Intro: Shwaty Redd) 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 ****s wit' you cause of what you do my nigga What you say, what you speak on these mother****in' beats nigga Only thing I can mother****in' tell you on some real G shit Is to stay focused and let these niggaz know you still the (Young Jeezy) 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 (Young Jeezy) 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 ****in wit a gangsta tonight Baby, you know what it is (Young Jeezy) 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... (Young Jeezy) 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 ****in wit a gangsta tonight Baby, you know what It is (Young Jeezy) I'm ya hoods last hopes I'm the El' Capi'tan Ask about me in the city I'm the mother****in' 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 (Young Jeezy) 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... Young Jeezy |
What You Talkin Bout What You Talkin Bout When I done it you know I did it to death (death) So sit back and hold ya breath (just hold ya breath) I don't know about them I really ran these streets So listen up as shit get deep (Let's Go!) You know I'm smoking the best I ain't got to brag The young fly nigga with the Georgia swag (Yeah!) The seat's suede So is the piping The clientele in Minnesota And so it the Vikings (Damn!) Inside so soft I can't believe it's not butter Snowman bitch Did I stutter? (Ha ha!) Came straight from the hood Right to the big screen The way the boy ball You'll swear he had hoop dreams (Yeah!) No grants, no scholarships (nah) Had to make my own way I still stack them chips (Hey!) The homey from the block Coming down with the knowledge (knowledge) Straight to the pros Yeah I soared past college (Yeah!) What you talkin' bout? Nigga my life (Hey!) And I'ma get it all No matter the price (Ha ha!) When I did it You know I done it the best Sit back and just hold ya breath, and just hold ya breath (Yeah!) What you talkin' bout? Changing the game And showing ya Half these rappin' ass niggas is lames (Hey!) When I did it You know I done it the best Sit back and just hold ya breath, and just hold ya breath (Yeah!) They say the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice I say the blacker the rims the sweeter the coupe (Who!) That money goes out, that sack comes in I can't even lie, I'd do it all again (Yeah!) I flip the rap game Just like the work (Hey!) And it was snow white Just like my shirt Got in so much paper Seen so many haters (nah) Seen bricks stacked tall as skyscrapers (Damn!) Got damn that's high (Yeah!) Done everything I said So I am that fly (That's Right!) Everyone was the truth Tell me who came realer (Huh?!) The word on the street is that I'm still that nigga Between love and hate There's a thin ass line I think we all can agree Last summer was mine (Ha ha!) And if you don't say my name Then you wasting your time And if I don't wear my watch Then I'm wasting my shine (Yeah!) Spend a hundred on it homey Then set the time A few mil before the deal And I'm still on the grind The critics criticize me Cause a nigga talking yams I ain't sugar coating shit This is who I am (nah) Nigga you been to the A You seen me making it rain Seen it wit ya own eyes You know this shit ain't a game (Yeah!) So you niggas listen closely To what I'm saying (saying) If ya game ain't money Then I ain't playing (Let's Get It!) Young Jeezy |
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