1.I Got What It Takes
Young Jeezy
I Am the Street Dream
I Got What It Takes
It's hard out here for a pimp but u already rap a lil trap a lil
so i hustle and flow everyday i'm hustlin tryna meet ma quota
nextel chirpin said hey need dat quota 42 hundred look i got
that fo ya nigga i got the best yams in town you can take ma
word or u can ask around i aint alicia but i kno were dem keys
at talkin alphabets but i kbo were dems b's at lookin for da
smoke yea we kno were them b's at
2.I'm Tellin Ya
Got the You know what inside (Im Tellin' Ya)
betcha' I let the whole clip ride (Im Tellin' Ya)
Got the swisher Sweets all rolled up (Im Tellin' Ya)
Keep some Grey Goose in my cup (Im Tellin' Ya)
Got the You know what outside (Im Tellin' Ya)
22's on my ride (Im Tellin' Ya)
And da folks lay in my trap (Im Tellin' Ya)
Keep dem hollow tips in my strap (Im Tellin' Ya)
To G or not to G thats the question
AR 15, yea thats for bustin'
Triple beam scale you know thats for hustlin'
hundred kt's on my wrist, aww thats for nuthin'
Open up ya ears lemme tell ya somethin'
Get cha change together lemme sell ya somethin'
Outta town UPS yea ill mail u somethin'
Ill fuck around a in front a nigga bail or somethin'
im all iced out baby aint i cold
Ice in everythin' im spoutin' so i guess im frozin'
feds keep takin' pictures so i guess im posin'
streets still love a nigga so i guess im chosen'
Mr 17-5, blow purp while i drive
I ease thru traffic, i breeze thru traffic
Top down, such a mufuckin' star
It cost a buck fifty such a mufuckin' car
And dont mind me i make it do what it does
'N' if i said it fuck nigga thats exactly what it does
im such a hard worker i work hard with the hard work
Im such a hard worker i work hard with the soft work
You niggas muffdivers, cat goccha tongue
You pussy whippd nigga ya the cat goccha sprung
Jus because nigga jus incase
I keep sumthin on my hip to air out da place
3.Lets Just Say
Yeah yeah....if niggas knew better they'll do better
(Let's just say I never came to the A-town)
Ya dig...I'm bout to make all the sense in the world right now
But the world don't make no sense so it don't matter
Ya dig....Haha!
Niggas say I'm shallow all I talk about is the streets
(Here with the mixtape for the streets)
Well I got news for you fuck niggas (talk to em Jeezy)
That's where the fuck I came from (the streets)
(Gangsta Grillz)
Hahahaha
Let's just say
I ain't talking bout the blow and work
Let's just say
I ain't talking bout the kush I burn
Let's just say
I ain't talking bout the blow and work
Let's just say
I ain't talking bout the kush I burn
(Don't nobody wanna come for the crown？)
Let's just say
I ain't talking bout the blow and work
Let's just say
I ain't talking bout the kush I burn
Let's just say
I ain't talking bout the money and hoes
Let's just say
I ain't talking bout the cars and clothes
(x2)
Let's just say
I ain't know what I was talking about
Let's just say
I never really lived a drought
You can't just wake up and talk like this (Naww)
You can't just wake up and walk like this (Uh-uh)
In the belly of the beast
just like the movies
My man hype naw he ain't the record (Ayyy)
You gotta be real if you tryna detect it
That's why I drop knowledge (You sense it)
Just like NAS (Haha)
The D.A.'ll have you in a place like OZ (Damn)
Oh well, just another cell (Cell)
Ain't nothing new another nigga in jail (Yep)
Two hops and a cot
Mamma what you prayin for
Another nigga that the taxpayers payin for (Yeaaaahhhh)
You could hold your breath till your blue in the face (Ayyy)
But it don't matter they still won't open the gates (Naw)
That's real talk nigga (Ayyy)
Let's just say
I made all the sense in the world
But the world don't make no sense (Trendsetta)
We cop new cars but we still ride tints
I just copped that Charger but I want that Benz
Is it funny to you
No it's funny to me (Me)
It's all for another motherfucker to see (Yep)
Black on Black
You know how I do
So when you see me in it nigga know I bought it for you (Picture
me rollin)
And iced out too this summer last summer like déjà vu (Damn)
Get money yeah that's the mission but the haters and the tabs
are the obstacles (Ayyy)
I got three books and a possible (Haha)
What's the chance of a nigga goin forward
I'm focused man I had the vision (Yeah)
with my partner doin time cause he can't relive em (Gangsta
Grillz)
Let's just say
We took time to think for a minute
Let's just say
We took time to blink for a minute
Time waits for no man and your girl don't either (Naww)
You in the pen now she's fuckin your friends (Damn)
Niggas don't settle down it's like they can't find pens (Ayyy)
They sell em at the same store they sell them blunts (Haha)
Oh well I guess that's life (Life)
It' don't seem wrong so I guess that's right (Yeaaaahhhhh)
But its dead wrong like my man from BK (Ayyy)
It's a one way street and your goin the wrong way (Yeah)
You know like I know you'll make that U-turn (Turn)
Tell me whatya gonna do nigga when it's your turn (Ayyy)
4.Get It Right
5.Inspiration Up Next
6.Who Got The Work
7.I'm Rich Bitch
I don't give a fuck, I'm rich, bitch
3 cars and a truck, I'm rich, bitch
Hit the club an' tear it up
Chillin' at the light but my rims ain't spinnin'
I'm in a brand new coupe nigga, so I'm still winnin'
Nigga's sick with it, ain't shit you can tell 'em
645 mean it's quarter to 7
Lookin' like actin' oughta be a part of the Big Tymers
Black on burgundy, plush, she got the suede headliner
Shawty hit the club, and he lightin' up everything
Like the way his chain hang down to his dang-a-lang
(Chyuh)
And Jeezy what the rap game needed
Young rich thug nigga, and yeah I'm conceded
And I'm nothin' like them other guys
I'm the shit, bitch, you can't tell me otherwise
I don't give a fuck, I'm rich, bitch
3 cars and a truck, I'm rich, bitch
Hit the club an' tear it up
So whatchu laughin' at nigga？ I don't see shit funny
I wasn't rappin' bout it dawg, I was really gettin' money
I was really in the streets, I was really gettin' change
I was really stackin' paper, I really drove a Range
And that's Rover, nigga
Young Jeezy, straight soldier, nigga
Rabid stripes on the cutlass, it was so clean
Had outta state plug when I was 17
A young nigga that was way cool
I had brick fill when I was in middle school
Ay, 'cause if you sellin' they buy
Look I ain't exaggerating dawg, I ain't lyin'
I don't give a fuck, I'm rich, bitch
3 cars and a truck, I'm rich, bitch
Hit the club an' tear it up
Ay, they say the nigga from the hood
If the nigga from the hood how he live so good？
And I love the way he shine bright
Spent so much paper just to tell the time
(Yeah)
You told me time is money
Dropped seventy on the Jacob nigga, time is money
I heard he never had a job
And if he never had a job, how he ball so hard？
See him throwin' grands off in magic city
But ain't never seen that man off on Rap City
He must've played in the Rose Bowl
'Cause he standing there, draped in all that real gold
I don't give a fuck, I'm rich, bitch
3 cars and a truck, I'm rich, bitch
Hit the club an' tear it up
8.Pusher
9.Let Me Show You
10.Rock Star
11.The Realist
Lyricist：Christopher Jame Gholson, Jay Jenkins
Ride on these niggaz
I ride on these niggaz
I ride on these niggaz
I ride on these niggaz, let's get it
Super charger, the same color as PJ
I got a champagne range
Big niggaz offed, I got a night scope aim
Audio, video, you caught on tape
That's a way to get ya ass sent upstate
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
Or more like two in a billion
Flashin' lights, my mind's playin' tricks on me
But the Minuteman still do tricks on me
Swear the feds just starin' at a nigga
You know you feelin' ya heart fall into ya feet
Summertime niggaz still ridin' with the heat
Jeezy De Niro, Snowman Pacino
Real niggaz love me because I talk that lingo
And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss
They lies, they phonies, they fakes
These niggaz ain't never sold the weight
And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss
They lies, they phonies, they fakes
These niggaz ain't never sold the weight
And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss
They lies, they phonies, they fakes
These niggaz ain't never touched the weight
And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss
They lies, they phonies, they fakes
These niggaz ain't never touched the weight
And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss
Nowadayz the GT's glock black
The shoes on that muhfucka 380 chrome
Gotta be careful what you say on the phone
I'm 36 souls away
From givin' the mic up and goin' back to the streetz
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, I'mma make it snow blizzards
And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss
They lies, they phonies, they fakes
These niggaz ain't never sold the weight
And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss
They lies, they phonies, they fakes
These niggaz ain't never sold the weight
And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss
They lies, they phonies, they fakes
These niggaz ain't never touched the weight
And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss
They lies, they phonies, they fakes
These niggaz ain't never touched the weight
And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss
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
Twenty-five for the four ways, choppaz by the doorways
And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss
They lies, they phonies, they fakes
These niggaz ain't never sold the weight
And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss
They lies, they phonies, they fakes
These niggaz ain't never sold the weight
And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss
They lies, they phonies, they fakes
These niggaz ain't never touched the weight
And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss
They lies, they phonies, they fakes
These niggaz ain't never touched the weight
And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss
12.Nigga Like Me
13.Fucking Around
Y'all niggas keep fuckin' around
Fuckin' around, fuck around, get stuck in the ground
I ain't no bustas, y'all niggas better stop fuckin' wit me
I hit the clown in the dirt
Jump on the top wit a drop, that nigga down in the dirt
The first nigga quick to get it first
Call the paramedic's 'cause the police be stealing from the
hearse
I aim it at ya hat when I burst
If I don't get a Grammy, I'm headed at the rat niggas first
And I'm back full of perk strap on the curb
Slap that bitch on the third
Nigga done caught with a slur, can't see shit but a blur
Crank up that Chevy let her purr
We all from the curve bitch niggaz runnin up nerve
I ain't gon' let you die and I tag a man
Said you runnin' from the hood and I'm Pakistan
Bitch I'm a motherfuckin' jacka man
And understand when the motherfuckin' crack is stayin'
Y'all niggas keep fuckin' around
Fuckin' around, fuck around, get stuck in the ground
I ain't no bustas, y'all niggas better stop fuckin' wit me
Y'all motherfuckers better run 'cause we got bombs
Plus we got guns that take off arms
Got a 4.4 that shoot the door and got buck loads of that 84
And like John Doe, hit ya city
Start killing every nigga who ain't feelin this rhyme
And ain't feelin this vibe
To many niggaz goose necking my ride
But okay, my A.K. fully
Y'all niggas watch how you step to me
And y'all young niggas back the fuck up
And don't make me act the fuck up
'Cause its a another war, I'll kill every motherfucker that
y'all know
That's yo ma, pa, sister n law, yo' daddy, yo' dog and yo' hoe
Now I ain't claim to be a saint and no goddamn serial killer
I just wanna know my nigga what made you disrespect a nigga
What you thought I was buster, sucker, a rapper or actor
Nigga rat to the cracker yep they'll protect ya but one day fuck
nigga I'm
Gon catch ya
Y'all niggas keep fuckin' around
Fuckin' around, fuck around, get stuck in the ground
I ain't no bustas, y'all niggas better stop fuckin' wit me
Been got my B's got my cheese
Fuck nigga you don't play wit G'
Cock back aim and squeeze
Now ya ass on the ground wit the trees
My ole boy didn't raise no snitch
My ole girl didn't raise no bitch
You outta line I'll kill you bitch
Now put that shit on my chick
Man, I pull bout 26 bitches
Gotta perk shit 26 inches
On the concrete nigga
Gotta lace on the concrete nigga
At least when I rap a lot
Break down O's in the trap a lot
Fuck nigga, I got crip for days
Slip n Slide wit dem boys from Dade
305 to the 404, G shit we'll take ya hoe
Look dog we'll take ya bricks
Fuck you nigga I hope it's worth it
Spray ya ass like a job from perfect
Gay man suck a dick A-T-L, Dade County and Trick
Y'all niggas keep fuckin' around
Fuckin' around, fuck around, get stuck in the ground
I ain't no bustas, y'all niggas better stop fuckin' wit me
Y'all suck ass niggas keep playin' wit me
Fuck around see me with AK in the streets
Start bussin' makin' motherfuckers lay in the streets
All 'cause of what a nigga say on the beat
Look I'ma G that's sayin' the least
From trappin' to sprayin' the heat to wearin' the key
Instead of all that attention you were payin' to me
You should have been mindin' ya business and keepin' it pimpin'
But I know most niggas ain't built like that
Just know old niggas get killed like that
You don't wanna fuck around with Tip like that
Look Flip when the body bag zip that's that
Niggaz wanna talk shit and cock deuce
Wit this fully automatic Mack 10's start shootin'
So you can run hide and tell lies if you want to
But when I fuck around and run up on you
What you gon' do？
14.Freestyle
Kids coming up from the alleys not like the valleys
Southtown San Diego rats out here in Cali
So Cal with the crew to show'em how
You like me now, with the sound straight underground
Putt'n it down, lift up this jewel that I have found
And pa＊s it around, flowing against the crowd
Hip-hop hardknox rhym'n soon as the tune drops
Negative small talks, homie star kick'n rocks
and thake it all down the blocks where it belongs
A demo of songs but they wouldn't put me on
Thought I was gone, too late, but who's to say
My pockets are empty and I got dues to pay
(B section)
To the tic tock you don't stop
To the tic tock you don't quit, hit it
chorus
Freestyle, freak with the flava it's the sure shot
Floss up the Ave, when the spot gets hot
Still pay'n dues and knock'em out the box
That's how it is homie like it or not
It's bad enough late bills keep stacking up
No one ever told me that it would cost this much
So buckle up and come along for the ride
Catching the vibes and staying true to my tribe
I got mad love for the ones that still around
Knew you'd be down from the get-go here and now
You make me proud from the diapers to the grave
No masqurade, stayed the same like in the day
On day when we all get saved
We're gonna change the world no matter what they say
And stay real playing what we feel
I'll keep praying for you while you shoot to thrill
(B Section)
chorus
It's been a long time
It's been a long time com'n
Hated by many and loved by less
Hold the thresh, resurrected here in the West
Clinch the fist; dismiss the stereotype myths
Loose lips sing ships, then plead the fifth
You hated this, no reason you hated this
If you only know you'd be the first one to enlist
We come in love cause its just how we does
Fit the frame staying the same as it ever was
(B Section)
chorus
15.Street Niggaz
Lyricist：Jay Jenkins
Gangstaz, street niggaz
Real niggaz, street niggaz
I relate to niggaz and they relate to me
Real niggas do real things, that's how it supposed to be
Cut from the same clothes, maybe the same shirt
Probably had the same blood and got the same worth
I'll whack ya ass, skip to the N.O
And lay low in the projects with my kin folk
AK-47 with the shoulder strap
Set it off, had it sounded like the nolia clap
Got 2 strikes, nigga dodgin' one time
This is real life, you got the nerve to call it punch lies
Well, I got a punch line for you
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit, I wanna see my lawyer
Gangstaz, street niggaz
Real niggaz, street niggaz
Gangstaz, street niggaz
Real niggaz, street niggaz
Fuck the style, they jockin' my slang
I'm a real street nigga, we are not the same
I'm grown, nigga, so play with your own kids
I'm on, nigga, so get your own ad libs
One white girl left, save the last dance
My partner say you want it, so, this your last chance
Funny how a Nextel can get you 50 years
Co-defendent makin' deals like he work at Sears
Still posted at the Amoco
Judge givin' cash three numbers like an Amoco
Play the game how it go, fuck what a nigga think
'Cause under pressure, niggaz change like chameleon paint
Gangstaz, street niggaz
Real niggaz, street niggaz
Gangstaz, street niggaz
Real niggaz, street niggaz
White shit in my attic and I ain't talkin' sheet rock
They killed the nigga 'round the corner, now the blocks hot
Blockbuster night, Glocks poppin' like popcorn
Folks comin' threw shakin' niggaz like popcorn
Niggaz soft like hot butter and they might talk
Concession stand ass niggaz love to drop salt
I'm a street poet, let me paint a picture
First of the month, time to get a scrilla
Couple O's over here, couple O's over there
Got a whole one stashed in my livin' room chair
Dude never smile, ain't shit funny
Jeezy Maguire, now show me the money
Gangstaz, street niggaz
Real niggaz, street niggaz
Gangstaz, street niggaz
Real niggaz, street niggaz
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