1.Focus
Jeezy：
you can call me young yea the boy stay focused last year alone a
quarter mil off in strokers frsh back in town lookin like a star
told clem bring my gt and my ar a strap in my car a chop in my
bent g behind the wheel you cant see behind the tint squad came
crazy withthat weight since the 80's fighting all the time with
my crazy uncle grady a million dollar man but im still ？？ baby
plus i promised kb i wouldnt let a nigga play me first i copped
the cedez then i copped the shoes rap niggaz talkin weight that
was back in 98 im straight
Hook：X2
Dont nothing hate but a motherfucking hater dont nothing spend
but this motherfucking paper dont ask me what we lookin at homie
you know we got our eyes on that money!(Focus)
Slick Pulla：
Bobby drake i stay with a stallion the voice box i speak for the
slick jeezy raw 3 the hard way give the game straight to ya
nigga no foulplay came up from nothing from the block we rose
got my cleats tied up with my uniform on money in the matress i
sleep on dough you can shut the booth down watch sp flow fetti
on my mind with thoughts of more like bruce leroy i got the glow
lame niggas quick to call with they stash and hos we the niggas
in the trenches holdin it down fa sho
Hook
Bloodraw：
they the streets is talkin but the boy on the grind fuck what
they say i got money on my mind the real niggas love me them ho
niggas fear me fore i let em stop my shine a nigga have to kill
me so many haters the boy aint studying em middle finger out the
chevy i dont see them motherfuckers dont nothing hate but a
motherfucking hater cant worry bout raw better try and get some
paper speak the truth imma give a nigga game either do anything
i mean what i said usda still hungry nigga we gon eat survive
anywhere cuz we came from the streets
Hook to end
2.White Girl
Lyricist：Bruce Falson, Christopher Jame Gholson, Jay Jenkins, Renaldo
Whitman
Yeah, ay yeah, boi, ah yeah
Ay yeah, boi, ah yeah
Ay yeah, boi, ah yeah, ay yeah, boi
You know we keep that white girl, Christina Aguilera
My jewelry too loud, baby girl, I can't hear ya
I need about 50 of them bricks of the topic
They know we run the streets, man, them boys best stop it
You know we keep that white girl, Christina Aguilera
My jewelry too loud, home boy, I can't hear ya
I need about 50 of them bricks of the topic
They know we run the streets, man, them boys best stop it
Fresh white tee in my all-white Caddy
Yeah, she a girl but she call me daddy
Smokin' nothin' but the best, you can call this Cali
Half a brick on the seat, you can call that sally
A little paranoid, you can call me crazy
Last time they came though they spent about a buck 80
About a buck 80？ Yeah, 180 thousand
Matta fact, nigga I'm runnin' through the change right now
You know we keep that white girl, Christina Aguilera
My jewelry too loud, baby girl, I can't hear ya
I need about 50 of them bricks of the topic
They know we run the streets, man, them boys best stop it
You know we keep that white girl, Christina Aguilera
My jewelry too loud, home boy, I can't hear ya
I need about 50 of them bricks of the topic
They know we run the streets, man, them boys best stop it
Who it be, the boy slick P
Clean muscle car runnin' wit da big feet
Blowin' my smoke, throwin' up da fo's
You can tell by da gear dat da kid get doe
62's jumpin' we call 'em Airgoers
Got 'em goin' fo da 12, yea we got 'em fo da low
And give two cell phones, a Nextel Metro
Keep my spot bumpin', open like da the 24
You know we keep that white girl, Christina Aguilera
My jewelry too loud, baby girl, I can't hear ya
I need about 50 of them bricks of the topic
They know we run the streets, man, them boys best stop it
You know we keep that white girl, Christina Aguilera
My jewelry too loud, home boy, I can't hear ya
I need about 50 of them bricks of the topic
They know we run the streets, man, them boys best stop it
B Ross Fien got his name from da raw
Not a stone in dis mafuckin' chain got a flaw
Man, yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout dat white thing
My niggas in da projects, yeah, they on da same thing
My lil' Senorita, call her Spanish Fly
I know a couple zones so I holla at my guy
So whatcha know about dem white blocks？
Yeah, I'm talkin' white squares
Move 'em by da twos so they goin' by da pairs
You know we keep that white girl, Christina Aguilera
My jewelry too loud, baby girl, I can't hear ya
I need about 50 of them bricks of the topic
They know we run the streets, man, them boys best stop it
You know we keep that white girl, Christina Aguilera
My jewelry too loud, home boy, I can't hear ya
I need about 50 of them bricks of the topic
They know we run the streets, man, them boys best stop it
You know we keep that white girl
You know we keep that white girl
You know we keep that white girl
3.Get It Up
Get it up niggas , get it up X4
Hook：X2
on the road to riches imma get it up
my grind is relentless imma get it up
my shine is ridiculous imma get it up
imma get it up, imma get it up
Slick P：
Fresh out the box like a pair of nike airs its slick
for the green like sebastian telfair
the shields in this bitch
we seek and destroy
your boy got a mind like sigman freud see the lawyers and the
haters got me paranoid
but i see the finish line so im going for it we the streets
choice,
we dont need no awards
you can clip the wings and we still gon soar
u lame as niggas aint spittin for shit dump truck niggas you
garbage pale kids
got my swisha in my hand and my 5th on tuck
one thing on my mind and thats gettin it up
Hook
Jeezy：
Got money to the ceiling
bags full of white
strapped young gizzle？
you goddamn right
snitch this week better think twice
even 3 times cuz i bust mine
imma get it up imma get it in
homie came through when he cashed out 10
26's now ridin on thangs
straight to the spot i ran through the change
The 100's and them 50's homie
aint shit new the whole task force know me
keep a sack yea the whole hood on me
it aint all bad but it aint all good homie
Me and slick pulla bball sting fyi we tote them things
parked lambo then i hopped in a rarri hopped out a rarri then i
hopped in a bent.
brought a 100 thousand with me all that spent now im standing
round like where that went
now gt stil blowin my dro imma get it in make it cost some more
Hook
Bloodraw：
stackin to the ceiling dog
bird in your backyard
fuck the safe deposit dog
the fans tryna take it all
niggas still foldin money
i aint even holdin money
i been left the trap and them niggas still owe me money
still gettin it up im tryna get up
but its hard to leave the streets b4 a nigga fucked up
money aint the root of evil its the love of that motherfucker
3 the hard way stick together like blood brothers
family come fore everything one twenty for the pledge
we speak for the real niggas
if im lyin them im falling dead b4 i be broke receiving death or
them cuffs im going all out cuz im tryna get it up
Hook：X2
Jeezy：
Me and slick pulla bball sting FYI we tote them things X3
FYI We tote them things X3
4.Check
Lyricist：Terry Keith Allen, Bruce Falson, Jay Jenkins, Renaldo Whitman
Yeah, yo, B-Ross Dean
What's happening？
You ready, nigga？ Check
Hey, Slick-Pulla
You ran through that change, nigga, check
Okay, let's get it then, nigga, fo real
Now see this is what the fuck I've been telling you 'bout, homie
I don't care what hood you represent, homie
How you get it, man, you getting money, homie, this you're song,
nigga
U.S.D.A., nigga, let's get it
You got that money
Check
It's in the bags
Check
You in the rental with them outta state tags
Check
You brought the choppers
Check
Them rubber bands
Check
And when you wrap it, ay, it's gotta be seran
Check
You brought the work
Check
It's in the bags
Check
You in the rental with them outta state tags
Check
You brought them choppers
Check
Them rubber bands
Check
And when you wrap it, ay, it's gotta be seran
28 times, 36, yeah, I'm talking birdies nests
Know some niggas tripping on a half still selling 50' Cents
Hard heart for the loaf but the soft might cost ya
Careful how I move 'cuz them niggas might cross ya
There be yams 'cross the street over there in the bushes
Holla at your boy if you really want 'em cookies
Met 'em at the Amico four way in the mena
Jumped out, grab the cash hopped back in my beemer
Then I turn up my Alpine, yeah, you know I'm feeling that
Look there go Iesha, ya, you know I'm killing that
Certified trap star, ya, you know I'm hood, bitch
Catch me in a fast car and I'm smoking good, bitch
You got that money
Check
It's in the bags
Check
You in the rental with them outta State tags
Check
You brought them choppers
Check
Them rubber bands
Check
And when you wrap it, ay, it's gotta be seran
Check
You brought the work
Check
It's in the bags
Check
You in the rental with them outta state tags
Check
You brought them choppers
Check
Them rubber bands
Check
And when you wrap it, ay, it's gotta be seran
For real, J's lil' slit 'cuz they know we keep the good shit
Neighborhood star bitches all up on his business that's right
2 piece in a biscuit, okay, I got your other man
Ya, I know them drill but my father put the flood right
Break down 20's, you can call 'em Flintstones
Or bleach in my hood so I can get my stash on
When the shift in get my sack then I'm gone
Then I'm up the next day getting back to it Holmes
For real, lil' homies better fuck with me if you won't pay
Come with a dollar fifty, you can come and get a Elway
A Elway？ That's 7 shots for you niggas
Try some slick shit, I got the glock for you niggas
You got that money
Check
It's in the bags
Check
You in the rental with them outta state tags
Check
You brought them choppers
Check
Them rubber bands
Check
And when you wrap it, ay, it's gotta be seran
Check
You brought the work
Check
It's in the bags
Check
You in the rental with them outta state tags
Check
You brought them choppers
Check
Them rubber bands
Check
And when you wrap it, ay, it's gotta be seran
Scales full of grams, them niggas on the block call
Just bought the block down, 'fina tear the block down
Got 'em gems full of 7 grams, 449
David Copperfield make a block outta 9
Grind hard, I get it from the dirt
I fucks with that beat sand, I rather have it all tan
It's all who you know and what you wanna spin
They ain't speaking no English unless you buy a tin
On nine ten, in the rental bumpin' Lyfe Jennings
I swear to God that my trunk got a life in it
Riding solo, I promise if I make it back
I'm breaking everything down, ya dog ain't fuckin' around
You got that money
Check
It's in the bags
Check
You in the rental with them outta state tags
Check
You brought them choppers
Check
Them rubber bands
Check
And when you wrap it, ay, it's gotta be seran
Check
You brought the work
Check
It's in the bags
Check
You in the rental with them outta state tags
Check
You brought them choppers
Check
Them rubber bands
Check
And when you wrap it, ay, it's gotta be seran
5.Corporate Thuggin'
Lyricist：Bruce Falson, Jay Jenkins, Peter Arnaz Smith, Renaldo Whitman
I said I'm corporate thuggin', C T E
Until the day I die that's the way it's gon' be
Thug Motivation I'm bumpin' number 3
Blowin' on some killa shit that I got from Zone 3
Blowin' Orange Mile, yeah, we call it Tennessee
I'm good in every hood everybody know me
So don't wake me up, I swear to God I'm dreamin'
Pray fo Uncle Ray, yeah, dat nigga still beamin'
Lookin' fly in the cock pit a nigga still leanin'
Money out here so a nigga still schemin'
And I don't make music fo da muthafuckin' critics
They don't understand 'cuz they ain't muthafuckin' littin'
And I ain't trippin' on the source I got a muthafuckin' plug
Keep me 5 mics, I'm still a muthafuckin' thug
Now the question is, can a nigga really rap？
And the answer is you eva been to da trap？
Bitch, I make hits, you niggas waste time
And I be goddamn, if I let you waste mine
Like change for the better but I'm still strapped
Trigga happy nigga don't make me relapse
Attitude like fuck it, they hatin' anyway
And I can give a fuck what a nigga gotta say
You still talkin' blow？ You goddamn right
What else I'm gon' say？ That's my mu-fuckin' life
I just left Jamaica, I'm talkin' Nachos Rios
Sippin' margaritas on the beach in my Adidas
Brought a few pills but thats' only fo da skeezas
Used my black car but that's only fo da reefa
What's up？ Let's go
Not a day goes by, that I ain't high
Hit da mall everyday, nigga, I stay fly
26 inches, yeah, I'm sittin' up high
And I'ma keep it hood, homie, dat's no lie
Not day goes by, that I ain't high
Hit da mall everyday, nigga, I stay fly
Get how we live, yo, we tryin' to get by
We throw it all in the air, baby, dats no lie
Blood raw, errbody love it blowing on Jamaica
The boy corporate thuggin'
Glasses in the air, errbody toastin'
Don't get it fucked up, nigga, errbody toting
Posted with a broad, yeah she blacker then a African
Hair down her back like she mixed with Italian
Mami so thick man she look like a stallion
Introduced her to my partner yeah, it's on so what's happenin'？
What's happening？ Dead Presidents, briefcase full of 'em
Couldn't take a chance we do it for the love of 'em
Living life fast, we do it for the rush of it
Rubber band stacks, we do it for the touch of it
This shit don't stop, corporate thuggin' nigga til my casket
drop
Yams in the booth did the same on the block
Don't blame me, I'm just tryna get a knot, U.S.D.A.
Not a day goes by, that I ain't high
Hit da mall everyday, nigga, I stay fly
26 inches, yeah, I'm sittin' up high
And I'ma keep it hood, homie, dat's no lie
Not day goes by, that I ain't high
Hit da mall everyday, nigga, I stay fly
Get how we live, yo, we tryin' to get by
We throw it all in the air, baby, dats no lie, what's up？
So fly, so high
So fly, so high
So fly, so high
So fly, so high
6.Throw This Money
This is a strip club service announcement, all yall muthafuckas
dats around da stage dat aint spendin no money move the fuck
back
I got ma USDA niggas outside mann dey hands holdin bout 50
thousand in ones mann
Suga get bout 4 bottles of grey goose, 2 bottles of patron, and
somebody please bring me ma raincoat right now
Deez niggas bout to acta foo
All yall lame muthafuckas dat aint got no money please leave now
and exit da buildin KILL YOSELF!!!
I told cha...its goin down
Slick p, my brim on lean.
MVP, I go hard for the team.
Hoes on scope yeah they keep me on their beams.
They like the way they old school look when it gleam.
Step up in the club pullin stacks out
4 logs in the bottle watch a nigga black out(fo real).
Next thing you know I'm standing on a pile of cash.
Shorty shakin like she got moracas on her ass.
Glacier for a wrist, got a glacier for a chain.
The human chandleir I'm a freeze him off main.
The bread come fast and we quick to let it go.
We throw it in the air and watch them get it on the flo.
Gone shake that ass bitch I'm a throw this money
Gone shake that ass bitch I'm a throw this money
Gone shake that ass bitch I'm a throw this money
I'm a throw this money, I'm a throw this money
U already know, 124
3 the hard way hoes runnin to the flo
Me, young jizzle and the boy slick p
We been gettin money, we been throwin G's
We been ridin chevys, we been sittin high
8732 yeah the boy so fly
Got a chick in carolina, a hoe down in Texas
Went to Alabama got a bitch name alexas
One in D.C., a bitch in Seattle
Real thick red bone she look like Ciara
In the club throwin money, u niggas better cuff it
Whole click draped up u niggas better tuk it
I say I'm young black and rich, pack a big clip
4-5 on me yeah I'm packin big shit
Just left the projects I scooped up my homies
Brought some stacks wit me big Shaq like ya know me
Everybody got it yeah the whole crew eatin
Presidential suites now the whole crew freakin
Valade the ride yeah I killed them in the lot
Niggas drivin 62's yeah I killed them with the pot
Breakin down sweets takin shots of patrone
Last night I got drunk couldn't find my way home
Money over bitches yeah kinky told me that'
And sell a whole zone my nigga meechie told me that wussup
7.Pam
Young jeezy.
Lets go!
I know a broad name Pam
Baby's off the chain.
Some even call her a freak
A( ) and a half patrone in a glass
She might let you hit it with me
I know a broad name Pam
Baby's off the chain
Some even call her freak
A( ) and a half some Whitney in the glass
She might let you hit it with me
I fin to back it all up, yeah baby I might just
Thinking of a thigh and that ass's right
Yeah I like it on top but that( ) priceless water falls call the
girl Niagra.
The boy go hard call him young Viagra
Got my head behind my back while I'm beating up the cake.
And now she kept saying daddy this shit good,
Then I left the room she said this nigga hood.
8.Quickie
Lyricist：Bruce Falson, Christopher Jame Gholson, Jay Jenkins, Renaldo
Whitman
Wussuh, wussuh？
What's crackin' nigga？ Chillin'
Where ya punk ass nigga at？
He in the trap, ya know
Oh yeah？ Yeah, come through
Dat's what it is then, I'm in and out
Dat's cool
I ain't even trippin', ya know I'm sayin'？
Dat's how you feel？
Yeah, just be ready when I get there nigga
I stay ready, nigga, let's go
I'm on dat Grey Goose, a lil' Red Bull
So ya know how I'm feelin' tonight
(I know how ya feelin' tonight)
I just called, I ain't want shit
Want to know we was chillin' tonight
(Yeah, we can kick it tonight )
Slide through, dat nigga in the streets
So you already know we're fine
(You already know we're fine)
Just a quickie, you can slide the Vickie's
I'ma even leave my Nikes on
(You can even leave ya Nikes on)
You know me, I ain't even gon' sweat her
Rick Flare, I stay jumpin' off the dresser
Betcha ass ain't never felt better
Ain't never met a nigga make ya azz more wetter
I like it when you do dat, drill ya ass harder
Pull ya hair when you throw it back
Say she love when I pull 'em to the side
I can feel it when she cum, I can tell by her thighs
Oh Lord, you should see her when I'm in it
You should hear some of the sounds, it's the best six minutes
Just a quickie, you can even slide the Vickie's
I might drop my boxers but I'ma leave my Nikes on
I'm on dat Grey Goose, a lil' Red Bull
So ya know how I'm feelin' tonight
(I know how ya feelin' tonight)
I just called, I ain't want shit
Want to know we was chillin' tonight
(Yeah, we can kick it tonight )
Slide through, dat nigga in the streets
So you already know we're fine
(You already know we're fine)
Just a quickie, you can slide the Vickie's
I'ma even leave my Nikes on
(You can even leave ya Nikes on)
SP, I like to wild out
But every now and then you got to take the time out
What's hann'in'？ Can I hit the grill？
Bend ya over on the dresser, beat cha down and slide out
Got the cigarillos, half a zip, ready fo' me
Plus I've been drankin', is ya really ready fo' me？
Shoot the scene quick roll one take
Then it's a rap I got moves to make
In the back of the GTO, gettin' it crackin'
Legs in the air, trynna to beat cha back in
Stretchin' dames out, call me Big John Stud
All I need some Red Bull and Bud
I'm on dat Grey Goose, a lil' Red Bull
So ya know how I'm feelin' tonight
(I know how ya feelin' tonight)
I just called, I ain't want shit
Want to know we was chillin' tonight
(Yeah, we can kick it tonight )
Slide through, dat nigga in the streets
So you already know we're fine
(You already know we're fine)
Just a quickie, you can slide the Vickie's
I'ma even leave my Nikes on
(You can even leave ya Nikes on)
Ya man hit it like this, well, he oughta
Pocket full of Magnums fuckin' somebody daughter
Somebody momma, in somebody bed
Fresh pair of J's, between somebody legs
All I need is 5 minutes, leave her shakin' like a phone
It's all G baby, you can slide ya thong
And I'ma slide in, and you can ride out
I know you freaky, babe, you can wild out
You see, I ride like a rap star, live like a trap star
Party like a rock star, and fuck like a porn star
And you can climb on top, baby, I don't mind
And I'ma keep my J's on, you just grind
I'm on dat Grey Goose, a lil' Red Bull
So ya know how I'm feelin' tonight
(I know how ya feelin' tonight)
I just called, I ain't want shit
Want to know we was chillin' tonight
(Yeah, we can kick it tonight )
Slide through, dat nigga in the streets
So you already know we're fine
(You already know we're fine)
Just a quickie, you can slide the Vickie's
I'ma even leave my Nikes on
(You can even leave ya Nikes on)
9.I Keep Tellin' Myself
And Lord knows I, try, to do the right thing
With a chrome in the front woulda done the same thing
Got my strap cocked back, adrenaline rush
And when the dope fly over mothafuckas got bust
To lose everything to 'caine
Turn a hundred to a mil, done it all with 'caine
Turn a hustle to a label done it all with brains
And I told em all down, done it all with change
Look him dead in his eyes told him nigga let's get it
And the homie in the mirror said, 'nigga I'm wit it'
You want it done right, you gotta do it yourself
That's what I keep tellin' myself
(I keep tellin' myself)
I'ma keep it real til my very last breath
That's what I keep tellin' myself
(I keep tellin' myself)
That's why I stay on my grind cause it's all about the wealth
That's what I keep tellin' myself
(I keep tellin' myself)
I'm tryna do it right, I ain't tryna go to jail
I'm on my knees every night, I ain't tryna go to hell
Tryna live life, I ain't ready to die
I got a son who needs me, and I ain't tryna leave
Got a clique then niggas love me, wanna see me win
Got my family over here, ain't got no friends
Me and Slick in the streets, we was waitin' for a rap
Sat down with Young Jizzle, got me out the trap
Hold my finger to the sky, it's the motto we follow
See we live for today and we pray for tomorrow
Cryin' so hard and I hope for the best
Patience is a virtue, that's what I keep tellin' myself
Look past the cameras beyond the glory
A new legacy (uh-huh), this is our story
I walk with my head high, chest pokin' out
Live for the moment, fuck bein' stressed out
But every corner you turn, the snakes is watchin'
I drive right by and play the lane like stoppin'
Chill, this the wrong tree you're barkin' up
Got my K and my bible, I stay prayed up
No pity for you, I'm good with him
So no matter how it is, I'm good with him
Cause ain't no rules when you playin' for wealth
That's what you better tell yourself
(That's what I tell myself)
10.Respect da Shield
Lyricist：Bruce Falson, Rondy Gibson, Marquinarius Sanchez Holmes, Jay
Jenkins, Willie Rockett, Renaldo Whitman
You niggas wanna play, mayn？
You niggas wanna war？ We'll take you to war
This tha shield mayn, C T E, mayn
You dunno whatchu fuckin' wit
You niggas wanna play？
We got somethin' hot for you
Osama clips, we got a 100 shots for you
U.S.D.A., respect da shield
U.S.D.A., respect da shield
You niggas wanna play？
We got somethin' hot for you
Osama clips, we got a 100 shots for you
U.S.D.A., respect da shield
U.S.D.A., respect da shield
It's the shield, who wanna problems wit' the 4 letters？
Thunder storm on you block give you bad weather
All black hoodie, all black gloves leather
Mossberg hitcha chest, lift you like a feather
And I keep a clip of young truth's fine
Bustin' at chya ass like them boys at Blood Dime
Grimin' wit it, but tha boys stay shine
Baby choppa' armor to jack it in the line
You gon' bump and I knock off you face
Witout the clippers, nigga, you can get a fresh fade
You loose lipped niggas finn' to get buttoned up
The Shield's here, nigga, time to straighten up
You niggas wanna play？
We got somethin' hot for you
Osama clips, we got a 100 shots for you
U.S.D.A., respect da shield
U.S.D.A., respect da shield
You niggas wanna play？
We got somethin' hot for you
Osama clips, we got a 100 shots for you
U.S.D.A., respect da shield
U.S.D.A., respect da shield
I'ma leave that man in abandon buildin', screamin' for the Lord
No feet, no hands and includin' a broken jaw
Dress you like a rapper so you don't feel left out
On the same shirt, boy, they got Kanye's chest out
No goofy for the oozi, the semi-auto to MAC 11
A.K. 47 leave his brains on the front yard
In front of his daughter, his son or his grandpa
Homies in the street deep, lookin' like a Trump squad
I'ma kill 'em, just gimme the clip
I got blue everywhere like it's revenge of The Crips
Holes in you body the size of a Bellagio chips
Yeah, Roccett-Locs burner, boy, as hot as it gits
You niggas wanna play？
We got somethin' hot for you
Osama clips, we got a 100 shots for you
U.S.D.A., respect da shield
U.S.D.A., respect da shield
You niggas wanna play？
We got somethin' hot for you
Osama clips, we got a 100 shots for you
U.S.D.A., respect da shield
U.S.D.A., respect da shield
Gimme everything, nigga, this 2'11
Run upon 'em, pull the pistol out, my .87
Blood money, yeah, we cashin' out mills
Disrespect the shield and get killed
Nah, it ain't a game, dogg, it's real in the field
X amount of shells pop a nigga like a pill
Top down on the old school 'Ville
Chromed hunned spokes on the mothafuckin' wheels
Trapstar, I got work in the area
United Streets, D-Boyz of America
Betcha life dat'll Mossberg'll bury you
They gone have to call a coroner to carry you
You niggas wanna play？
We got somethin' hot for you
Osama clips, we got a 100 shots for you
U.S.D.A., respect da shield
U.S.D.A., respect da shield
You niggas wanna play？
We got somethin' hot for you
Osama clips, we got a 100 shots for you
U.S.D.A., respect da shield
U.S.D.A., respect da shield
11.Go Getta (Remix)
Lyricist：Kevin Cossom, Allan Felder, Andrew Harr, Norman Harris,
Jermaine Jackson, Jay Jenkins, Tanya Dolaine Jones, Robert Kelly
Young Jeezy
Yeah, I can believe dat
CTE, who else, nigga？
And ya boy, Kells
Okay 87-32, what it do？
Dat's right, keep clappin', y'all
Kinky, I gotchu, hommie
Let's get 'em, Jeezy, let's get it
You know we tap all day, we play all night
This is the life of a, the life of a
Go getta, go getta, go getta
And in the club you see a bad bitch, point her out
Yeah, you damn right, I'm a, you damn right, I'm a
Go getta, go getta, go getta
First I buss a right, then I buss a left
Music so loud, I almost went deaf
Hit the sweet once and then I hold my breath
Smoke every cigarello 'till it ain't nuttin' left
Got 50 in the clip, 20 grand in my pocket
Money so big, I don't even need a wallet
72' Impala, same color as the pills
Red, white and blue, the same colla as the bills
Here we go again, it's the mothafuckin' remix
Whole car smoked up, now I can't see shit
Heater on my waist, got the sac in the back
Got the whole Escalade smellin' like the pack, go gett'em, bitch
Yo, we tap all day, we play all night
This is the life of a, the life of a
Go getta, go getta, go getta
And in the club you see a bad bitch, point her out
Yeah, you damn right, I'm a, you damn right, I'm a
Go getta, go getta, go getta
I'm in the triple black, convertible GT Bentley
Trill Under Ground King, got the Queen right wit me
And things right wit me and dat thang right on me
I'm a one stop shop and a one man army
Wit the F3000 and the F350
Seven send you to heaven fo' bein' so shifty
We work up on the triple beam and wait on the 4 way
I hit the highway, ya way pimpin' wit my yay, there's no way
Dat anybody the scold you and then holla at the effey
These streets have me codin' zones see more sessay
My seven Jizzy James and Pimp C is my friend
So you can take dat to the grave or the bank, we in a
We tap all day, we play all night
This is the life of a, the life of a
Go getta, go getta, go getta
And in the club you see a bad bitch, point her out
Yeah, you damn right, I'm a, you damn right, I'm a
Go getta, go getta, go getta
Niggas is too frail, you either snake or a new snail
My heart is cold as the new jail
Everywhere I go they beggin' me
But one wrong decision can destroy ya legacy
Let me see, I can break 'em down and take longer to slow sail
Im'a chill fo' a minute, sit on 'em and hoe sail 'em
Business is just fine, none of ya folks tellin'
Shouldn't have it any other way when you coke sellin'
I don't know what it is, guess we was raised differently
Blowin' hayes, standin' on the couch Roseye drippin'
Air forces, it's hard then my lofe sweater
D-Block, ya boy 'Kiss is a go getta
We tap all day, we play all night
This is the life of a, the life of a
Go getta, go getta, go getta
And in the club you see a bad bitch, point her out
Yeah, you damn right, I'm a, you damn right, I'm a
Go getta, go getta, go getta
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