1.And Then What
Lyricist：Jay Jenkins, B. Thomas
Go
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(Fre, fre, fre, er, fresh)
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Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
(Fre, fre, fre, er, fresh)
Chea, let's get it
First I'm gone stack my flo'
(And then what？)
Then I'm gone stack some mo'
(And then what？)
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie's house
(And then what？)
Get Fresh and jump in one of dem cars
(Yeah)
Hit the club and get one of dem broads
(And then what？)
It's a wrap, we on the way to the house
By 3：45 I be kickin' her out
(Hey)
Patty cake, patty cake, microwave
These suckas make a square, damn I'm paid
(Ha ha)
I'm so cool, but I'm so hot, and I'm, I'm so fly
And you, you're so not
(Nope)
Show me what you're workin' wit just like that
(Like that)
Turn around, bend over, bring it back
(Bring it back)
Slow Mannie, Mannie Fresh bring it back
(Bring it back)
It's Mannie Fresh and Snowman, it's a wrap
Wrapped up in the club, yeah I'm so crazy
These other rappers actors like Patrick Swayze
(Ha ha)
I tried to tell 'em but these niggaz ain't hearin' me
Mossberg Pump ridin' shotgun literally
(Damn)
Live from the projects, you know what it is
Ay, Snowman, can I get a ad lib？
(What up)
Get the club crunk, can't take that from me
Ain't dropped yet, still got a lil' Jon money
First I'm gone stack my flo'
(And then what？)
Then I'm gone stack some mo'
(And then what？)
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
(And then what？)
Get Fresh and jump in one of dem cars
(Yeah)
Hit the club and get one of dem broads
(And then what？)
It's a wrap, we on the way to the house
By 3：45 I be kickin' her out
(Hey)
I see ya lookin', with ya lookin' ass
(Ha ha)
Catch Snowman in the kitchen wit his cookin' ass
(Chea)
I'm so clean, but I'm so grindin', so dirty but yet, I'm so
shinin'
(Alright)
Kiki B told me finish my meal
Def Jam, seven figures we can finish the deal
(Yeah)
Some say I lucked up, I call it perfect timing
(Yeah)
I can't lose, the whole city's behind me
Go
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(Chea)
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Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Let's get it
First I'm gone stack my flo'
(And then what？)
Then I'm gone stack some mo'
(And then what？)
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie's house
(And then what？)
Get Fresh and jump in one of dem cars
(Yeah)
Hit the club and get one of dem broads
(And then what？)
It's a wrap, we on the way to the house
By 3：45 I be kickin' her out
(Hey)
I got million dollar dreams and federal nightmares
(Ay)
We pop Cris' my niggaz, and still drink beer
(Dat's right)
What did you expect man, I came from nothin'
(Nothin')
Real street nigga, wouldn't change for nothin'
Got my niggaz out the hood, it's such a wonderful feeling
(Chea)
Three car garage wit the twelve foot ceiling
(Ay)
It oughta be a crime just to feel this good
I swear it oughta be a crime just to be this hood
(Chea ayy)
First I'm gone stack my flo'
(And then what？)
Then I'm gone stack some mo'
(And then what？)
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie's house
(And then what？)
Get Fresh and jump in one of dem cars
(Yeah)
Hit the club and get one of dem broads
(And then what？)
It's a wrap, we on the way to the house
By 3：45 I be kickin' her out
(Hey)
2.Soul Survivor
Lyricist：Jay Jenkins, Aliaune Thiam
Convict
Akon and Young Jeezy
Tryin' to take it easy
Only way to go and so
If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop, now
'Cause, I'm a rida, yeah
Yea I'ma soul survivor, yeah
'Cause everybody know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped now
If you a rida, yeah
Yea I'ma soul survivor, yeah
Tonight night I can't sleep
We livin' in hell, yeah
First they, give us the work
Then they throw us in jail, ayy
Won't trip yeah, I'm trafficin' in the white
Please Lord don't
Let me go to jail tonight, yeah
Who me？ I'm a soul survivor
Ask about 'em in the street
The boy Jeez a rida
A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah life sucks
Fuck the club, Dawg
I rather count a million bucks, ayy
If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop, now
'Cause, I'm a rida, yeah
Yea I'ma soul survivor, yeah
'Cause everybody know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped now
If you a rida, yeah
Yea I'ma soul survivor, yeah
Another day, another dolla same block
Same nigga, same part, same green
I guess we got the same dreams, ayy
Or is it the same nightmares
We let the doves do it for us
We don't cry tears, that's right
Real niggaz don't budge
When mail man got his time
He shot birds at the judge, yeah
I'm knee deep in the game
So when it's time to re-up
I'm knee deep in the cane, damn
Real talk, look, I'm tellin' you Mayne
If you get jammed up don't mention my name, no
Forgive me Lord, I know I ain't livin' right
Gotta feed the block
Niggaz starvin', they got appetites, ayy
And this is everyday, it never gets old
Thought I was a juvenile stuck to the G-code
This ain't a rap song, nigga this is my life
And if the hood was a battlefield then I earned stripes, yeah
If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop, now
'Cause, I'm a rida, yeah
Yea I'ma soul survivor, yeah
'Cause everybody know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped now
If you a rida, yeah
Yea I'ma soul survivor, yeah
Gotta watch er' move 'cause them eyes be on you
Gotta drive real cool when them pies be on you
Just because we stack paper and we ball outrageous
Them alphabet boys gotta us under surveillance, ayy
Like animals they lock us in cages
The same nigga that's a star when you put 'em on stages
I ain't cheat, played the hand I was dealt
Tried to tax the grand pearl when I got it myself
Let's get it, no nuts, no glory
My biography, you damn right, the true story, yeah
Set the city on fire and I didn't even try
Run these streets all day, I can sleep when I die, ayy
'Cause if you lookin' for me you can find me
On the block disobeyin' the law
Real G, thorough bred from the streets
Pants saggin' with my gun in my draws
Just to keep on movin' now
Just to keep on movin' now
Just to keep on movin' now
Just to keep on movin' now, hey
If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop, now
'Cause, I'm a rida, yeah
Yea I'ma soul survivor, yeah
'Cause everybody know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped now
If you a rida, yeah
Yea I'ma soul survivor, yeah
If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop, now
'Cause, I'm a rida, yeah
Yea I'ma soul survivor, yeah
'Cause everybody know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped now
If you a rida, yeah
Yea I'ma soul survivor, yeah
3.Tear It Up
Lyricist：Jay Jenkins, Tracy Sewell, Renaldo Whitman
Jeezy？ What up？
Where you at？
Shit, I'm in the hood where you
Think I'm at man you know, shit
Still comin' over？
Ay man, what I tell you earlier man, I'll be through there man
Mmm, I've been waitin' for you since you left me
S-s-s, that's how you feel？ Yeah
Red dawgs at my trap got me 4 a half a stone
See I'm trappin' all day, can't wait to get home
I'ma tear dat pussy up
She layed up in the bed, she ain't got no panties on
So as I hit the do' she already know it's on
I'ma tear dat pussy up
Two logs two shots of Patron
Grey Goose got me loose, tripple stack in my lungs
I'ma tear dat pussy up
Stand up at the trunk, gettin' my grown man own
Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning
I'ma tear dat pussy up
Got one baby mama, no bitch, no wife
Like pac, ya need a thug in your life, yeah
A young nigga to straight come through and beat it up
Let yo man be the freak, he can eat it up
Shorty got that fire she ain't let me down yet, nope
Got a Aquafina flow, call it wet, wet, damn
Baby good with her mouth, says the right things
Got a head on her shoulders, she does the right things
If she a bad bitch, y'all ready know
Face like Trina and an ass like Jacki-o, ohh
Got a gangsta on a mission, mission
Best believe I know all the right positions, that's right
She like it slow from the front, fast from the back, back
Put the pound game on her, hit her from the back
I'm young and thuggin', I don't give a fuck
He can make love to you, I'ma beat it up
Red dawgs at my trap got me 4 a half a stone
See I'm trappin' all day, can't wait to get home
I'ma tear dat pussy up
She layed up in the bed, she ain't got no panties on
So as I hit the do' she already know it's on
I'ma tear dat pussy up
Two logs two shots of Patron
Grey Goose got me loose, tripple stack in my lungs
I'ma tear dat pussy up
Stand up at the trunk, gettin' my grown man own
Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning
I'ma tear dat pussy 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, damn
She ain't the type that be runnin' her mouth, nope
So I keep it gangsta with her, let her come to the house, hey
Let her play matter wit slick, when we in the bedroom
She like to play with the stick, yeah
I know just how to handle her, how？
No amateur baby, I got stamina, yeah
Jeezy in the deck, now she grindin' to the beat, beat
Legs vibratin', now she messin' up my sheets, ha haa
Got a fistful of hair and a fistful of ass, ass
She came first, I came last, roll the grass, hey
Red dawgs at my trap got me 4 a half a stone
See I'm trappin' all day, can't wait to get home
I'ma tear dat pussy up
She layed up in the bed, she ain't got no panties on
So as I hit the do' she already know it's on
I'ma tear dat pussy up
Two logs two shots of Patron
Grey Goose got me loose, tripple stack in my lungs
I'ma tear dat pussy up
Stand up at the trunk, gettin' my grown man own
Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning
I'ma tear dat pussy up
We pull bad hoes, rip them, push them to the side
'Cuz real players, keep reserves when it's clutch time
Matter fact, my bottom bitch love to ride pine
She know when daddy leave the block, that it's cut time
I'm in the trenches, gettin' riches wit my comrades
We fold hoes up, like slacks in the player path
Pretty skin, silky hair, plus that ass fat, uh huh
Fresh kicks on your feet, ya I'm diggin' that
Slick consako, yo boys slingin' wood bitch
You want that straight drop dick
Come to the hood bitch
I like to scout them ghetto hoes up in 20 grand
'Cuz them the ones be wit that freaky shit man
Two drinks, three 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
Red dawgs at my trap got me 4 a half a stone
See I'm trappin' all day, can't wait to get home
I'ma tear dat pussy up
She layed up in the bed, she ain't got no panties on
So as I hit the do' she already know it's on
I'ma tear dat pussy up
Two logs two shots of Patron
Grey Goose got me loose, tripple stack in my lungs
I'ma tear dat pussy up
Stand up at the trunk, gettin' my grown man own
Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning
I'ma tear dat pussy up
4.Over Here
Lyricist：Jay Jenkins, Demetrius L Stewart
We getting money over here, what it do pimpin'
See ya boys looking but y'all lame ain't tipping
Hold up, a, yeah it's some wrong wit it
If your money gon' nigga be the fuck on wit it
And don't worry 'bout what the fuck we smokin' over here
Don't worry 'bout what the fuck we drankin' over here
Don't worry 'bout who the fuck was standing over here
Don't worry 'bout how the fuck we dancing over here
I'm in a new SS and the tag still on it
And the pussy niggaz hating 'cause all the hoes on it
She ask me why I looked so mean
I said, 'The Benz just boosted up to my self-esteem'
Nigga I'm the shit and if I ain't y'all let me think what I
think
Matter of fact tell the waitress let me drink when I drink
Nigga think I ain't, no need to brag
Man these hoes love Jeezy, they just like my swag
The way I do my thang
I'm just a young ghetto nigga wit a big ass chain
We getting money over here, what it do pimpin'
Hold up, a, yeah it's some wrong wit it
If your money gon' nigga be the fuck on wit it
And don't worry 'bout what the fuck we smokin' over here
Don't worry 'bout what the fuck we drankin' over here
Don't worry 'bout who the fuck was standing over here
Don't worry 'bout how the fuck we dancing over here
Now if you feeling like a pimp dog gon' brush ya shoulders off
You trapping lil' daddy gon' get them boulders off
And I'ma teach you how to stunt
As soon as my niggaz roll up these blunts
She said, 'She like my domineer'
Between me and you I think she's digging my Beemer
Love the way a lil' nigga spit so slick
Plus she heard I gotta big dick that's it
Yeah, put it on me girl
Matter of fact tell ya friends put it on me girl
Gangsta shit we got dro in the air
Bottles of Crist', Grey Goose everywhere
We getting money over here, what it do pimpin'
See ya boys looking but y'all lame ain't tipping
Hold up, a, yeah it's some wrong wit it
If your money gon' nigga be the fuck on wit it
And don't worry 'bout what the fuck we smokin' over here
Don't worry 'bout what the fuck we drankin' over here
Don't worry 'bout who the fuck was standing over here
Don't worry 'bout how the fuck we dancing over here
I gotta a stable full of hoes and a trap full of dealers
A house full of bloods and a click full of killers
I'm heavy on the streets with a rep long as old Nash
I hit a hater wit a heat from a cold gat
We posted up on a black like a street light
Watching the money move making sure I eat right
Dollar for dollar and dime for dime
We out here hustle for hustle, nigga grind for grind
We got them nines in them halfs
Even them old things grinding on them hash
Folding for doe mane and we all in the dope game, buying and
selling
You haters buying and telling, but what is my niggaz yelling
We getting money over here, what it do pimpin'
See ya boys looking but y'all lame ain't tipping
Hold up, a, yeah it's some wrong wit it
If your money gon' nigga be the fuck on wit it
And don't worry 'bout what the fuck we smokin' over here
Don't worry 'bout what the fuck we drankin' over here
Don't worry 'bout who the fuck was standing over here
Don't worry 'bout how the fuck we dancing over here
5.Don't Get Caught
Lyricist：Iii, Clifford Brown, Kevin Crowe, Jay Jenkins, Erik Ortiz
Shit man, fuck
Drivers license and registration please
Hey what's up, sir, ah, look ah
Sir, could you please step out the car
Oh, not a problem, officer, it's all good
I'm just, you know I'm sayin'
Come here to drop my lil boy off
At my, baby momma house
On the way here, you know
Here go my license right here, okay
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 for real
My driver's license is revoked
Just got done burnin' so I know he smell the smoke, damn
But never let â~em see you see sweat
â~Cause if he search your trunk, he might find the tec
Or a bag full of O's, wrapped in duct tape
Nigga, between some dirty ass clothes
But I talk to him the right way,
He told me, slow it down and have a nice day
You can do your thing, shawty, it's okay to floss
But it's still one rule, player don't get caught
â~Cause everythin' you gain, dog and everythin' you lost
But it's still one rule, pimpin' don't get caught
For every hoe you hit, dog and every hoe you toss
â~Cause it's still one rule, player don't get caught
And you can ride clean, shorty you ain't gotta walk
But it's still one rule, player don't get caught
Some niggas rob, what, some niggas slang, for real
Some niggas stack, naw some niggas bang, chill
But I congratulate not playa hate
You in the streets pimpin', make ya move, get ya cake
Fuck what you heard through the grapevine
Get outta line, nigga, I'ma straighten mine
And I don't believe in wastin' time
Well, catch them hoes later, stay on ya grind, that's right
Gotta a low tolerance for ignorance, ignorance
You thinkin' pleasure I'm thinkin' business
The streets didn't raise no fool
When you live by the code, nigga it's only one rule
You can do your thing, shawty, it's okay to floss
But it's still one rule, player don't get caught
â~Cause everything you gain, dog and everythin' you lost
But it's still one rule, pimpin' don't get caught
For every hoe you hit, dog and every hoe you toss
â~Cause it's still one rule, player don't get caught
You can ride clean, shorty you ain't gotta walk
But it's still one rule, player don't get caught
Got the phone call, had a funny feelin', feelin'
Told him everythin' was cool and I was chillin', chillin'
We use to chill out and smoke blunts
And I ain't seen him in a while maybe a couple months
Said he wanna holler, he seemed anxious
First thing on ma mind, is go and get the strainers
Make his folks pay a ransom â~bout him
On that bullshit make a good example out him
This nigga high, he on fire, fire
I hope his ass ain't wearin' no wire
Naw dog, you bullshittin'
Said his partner set him up, tha nigga snitchin'
You can do your thing, shawty, it's okay to floss
But it's still one rule, player don't get caught
â~Cause everything you gain, dog and everything you lost
But it's still one rule, pimpin' don't get caught
For every hoe you hit, dog and every hoe you toss
â~Cause it's still one rule, player don't get caught
You can ride clean, shorty you ain't gotta walk
But it's still one rule, player don't get caught
You can do your thing, shawty, it's okay to floss
But it's still one rule, player don't get caught
â~Cause everything you gain, dog and everythin' you lost
But it's still one rule, pimpin' don't get caught
For every hoe you hit, dog and every hoe you toss
â~Cause it's still one rule, player don't get caught
You can ride clean, shorty you ain't gotta walk
But it's still one rule, player don't get caught
6.My Hood
Lyricist：Lavell Crump, Clifford Harris, Jay Jenkins, Christopher Quinn
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
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
And if I still had the work, I frontcha sack, hey
It's all gravy, still reaching wit my words
And make 'em feel good like the first and the third
Take you back when I was sixteen, wit 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 dog straight, got a nigga drinking brown
You, you, 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 the fuck you think they love me so much
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
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
I'm talking summertime cookouts and wintertime flights
It ain't nothing, we hearing shots all night
Ford Taurus pulls up everybody run
White boys jump out, running wit they guns, 5-0, 5-0
Ford Taurus leave, everybody came back, hey
Hope dem boyz didn't find my sack
Real recognize, real I suppose
I guess that's why the gangstas be at all my shows
Got the deal, nothing changed but my clothes
Still catch me in the jects, fuckin' wit dem hoes, projects
Like coo-coo cal
Lord, I wish mad Lou could see me now
Wish gold mouth was home, mailman was free
A lot of niggaz crossing over, no dog, no, not me
Close to ever been in the commercials, when I watch TV
And everybody know I rep these streets faithfully
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
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
Ford Taurus pull up, everybody run
White boys jump out, running wit they guns
Ford Taurus leave, everybody came back, hey
Hope dem boyz didn't find my sack
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
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
7.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 motherfucker bang
Throw ya hoods up, bang motherfucker bang
Eastside, bang motherfucker bang
Southside, bang motherfucker bang
Do ya thug thang gon' get 'em up
Represent ya side nigga hit 'em up
Disrespect we gon' take it there
We 30 deep lil nigga we ain't fighting fair
You better holla at ya partners
Before we catch them outside and hit they ass wit dem choppers
The .45 make my pants sag
Catch me bouncing through the club wit my crip 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
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
If you ain't from round here dog don't even come around
Twist ya fingers up bang motherfucker bang
Throw ya hoods up bang motherfucker bang
Eastside, bang motherfucker bang
Westside, bang motherfucker bang
Me and Jeezy on the back street
Choppers in the back seat
What we fin to do the questions yean even gotta ask me
Desert in my lap and skullcap and a black tee
Looking for the niggaz that say they fin to attack me
Turn the music down low and let the 'llac creep
Fuck the police, I give a damn if they catch me
Wait a minute that's that nigga looking at me
Let off 50 shots you niggaz ran like a track meet
I know my partners would have did the job for a flat fee
But seeing dem niggaz bleed is the only thing that's gon' relax
me
I'm hands on nigga, damn what you say
All them games that you play don't stand a chance in the A nigga
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
If you ain't from round here dog don't even come around
Twist ya fingers up bang motherfucker bang
Throw ya hoods up bang motherfucker bang
Eastside, bang motherfucker bang
Southside, bang motherfucker bang
Roll up on yo block, all the bullshit stops
Man hoe know that I'm the prince so that ass gon' drop
I was born in the A with things in the face
Smoke weed everyday, Zone 3 where I play
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 Jeezy up to start murking
ya
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
If you ain't from round here dog don't even come around
Twist ya fingers up bang motherfucker bang
Throw ya hoods up bang motherfucker bang
Eastside, bang motherfucker bang
Westside, bang motherfucker bang
8.Last Of A Dying Breed
Welcome to the life of a young thug nigga,yeah
Only hang out wit' them criminals and drug dealers, ay
I'm from even where dead die
But try an' do it big like the kid from Bedstuy
I see death around the corna and I ain't scared
I got a carbon 15 and I'm fully prepared, that's right
Lord have mercy 20 rounds in a clip, yeah
Outta line get 20 rounds in ya hip, ay
Shoot first and ask questions later
The answer is it was all about the paper, yeah
Everything the game is shit to lose
And a new forty-five that I'm dyin' to use, yeah
If ya real like me, throw ya hoods in the air
So the whole wide world can see, ay
Last of a dying breed, last of a dying breed, last of a dying
breed
And if ya real like me, keep that thang on ya hip
That's just the way that it's gotta be
Last of a dying breed, last of a dying breed, last of a dying
breed
I done seen niggaz come and go
Shit the whole world done seen what I done before
We do anythang when the funds is low
I'm the reason outta towners don't come no mo'
Let me show you niggaz how to break down the whole thang
My nigga B.G. know Buck been a birdman
It's got to be in ya blood to be a thug
If I ain't makin' enough I'ma jack my plug
We was born in it, not sworn in it
You can go against it or you can join wit' it
Made my mark so the streets gon' remember me
Now come and get it nigga Cashville Tennekee, holla back
So if ya real like me, throw ya hoods in the air
So the whole wide world can see, ay
Last of a dying breed, last of a dying breed, last of a dying
breed
And if ya real like me, keep that thang on ya hip
That's just the way that it's gotta be
Last of a dying breed, last of a dying breed, last of a dying
breed
Some of the dudes we thought was real O.G.'s was O.B's
'Cause they talked pleas and included G's like you and me
The first step was goin' to set a trap
So in a short period, they convinced the grand jury to allow a
phone tap
And if they listenin', not once did they hear us mentionin'
Murder and a cocaine distributin' through all that was dividends
comin' in
I'm strict legit and better yet we too smart for ya bullshit
Callin' all cars, hit your brother along
And tell 'em hurry up and come them niggaz got gunz
Man down, shots fired, only fuck niggaz and cops died
First stage of a riot and them fucks couldn't sneak by
Oh, you want to witness some shit, fine bitch, be quiet
'Cause they only got what you tell 'em
And only witness that they had, the bitch was layin' there dead
Shot in the street all red with two shots to his head
'Cause he was workin' for the feds
And the last informant, informed us
They had it out for us for a bird that he got popped for
So ride or die for him better yet, you better kill 'em
'Cause I think he's gonna be the bitch to tell 'em
And he probably done all ready told 'em
But then again with out a witness them bitches ain't got shit
If ya real like me, throw ya hoods in the air
So the whole wide world can see, ay
Last of a dying breed, last of a dying breed, last of a dying
breed
And if ya real like me, keep that thang on ya hip
That's just the way that it's gotta be
Last of a dying breed, last of a dying breed, last of a dying
breed
9.Trap Star
Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, Jay Jenkins
I'm a T R A P S T A R
Got the city on lock, big shoes on the car
And she likes it, ay and she likes it
Got the city on smash
Streets on click clock
Eighty grand just to see the Jacob go tick tock
I'm so materialistic, so well connected
Just ask about it, so well respected
Run the streets all day, I don't get no sleep
Eat at Spondivits four times a week
Bucket of crab legs, Slick had the lobsters
I'm the real deal these other niggaz impostors
Popping Gold Bond, yeah I took those sips
50 in the trunk, yeah, I took those trips
Keep the white girl, yeah, forever my lady
Two grand flat get ya four and a baby, c'mon
I'm a T R A P S T A R
Got the streets on lock, big shoes on the car
And she likes it and she likes it
I'm a T R A P S T A R
Keep Barney in the Sweets, copt groups from the bar
And she likes it and she likes it
Slide through the hood, just to check my dough
Trap-star fresh from head to toe
From toe to ear the kicks match the cap
Black T-shirt, yeah, it match the strap
The stones in the watch, yeah, they match the chain
New Jordans on his feet, Snowman's the name
Fresh out the paint shop threw the fo's on it
Now, the Chevy got Lamborghini doors on it
Mix the Grey Goose with the cranberry juices
Nigga, can't you tell I really sold those deuces？
The squares are white, the tape is black
The wait is over, the real is back
I'm a T R A P S T A R
Got the streets on lock, big shoes on the car
And she likes it and she likes it
I'm a T R A P S T A R
Keep Barney in the Sweets, copt groups from the bar
And she likes it and she likes it
Lil' momma wanna holla at a pimp
My money true straight, I don't walk witta limp
It ain't hard girl just use ya head
Slices stacked up, I got Colonial bread
Now, she off the chain, yeah, she so erotic
Purple Mango, yeah, it's so exotic
No punch lines, no riddles
I'm talking white squares with the steps in the middle
You know me, take the good with the bad
Can't complain the Porsche came with the rag
And the chopper came with extra clips
So when you niggaz outta line we can extra flip
I'm a T R A P S T A R
Got the streets on lock, big shoes on the car
And she likes it and she likes it
I'm a T R A P S T A R
Keep Barney in the Sweets, copt groups from the bar
And she likes it and she likes it
I'm a T R A P S T A R
Got the streets on lock, big shoes on the car
And she likes it and she likes it
I'm a T R A P S T A R
Keep Barney in the Sweets, copt groups from the bar
And she likes it and she likes it
10.Let's Get It ／ Sky's The Limit
Tryna 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
Off the hard white and the cream
All these free agents, you better build your team
I come and take 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
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
Anything you put ya mind to, put ya grind to
Forgetful ass nigga, must I remind you？
Men do what they want, boys do what they can
And it ain't no secret, I'm a grown ass man
Put my hands on the Bible and I solemnly swear
Leave them all with more shoes than I could possibly wear
Niggaz still hatin', but they can kiss my ass
Still get a hard-on when I count that cash
I give 'em the squares, you give me the bags
I give 'em the squares, you give me the cash
And that's what the fuck I call a even exchange
And if there's anythin' 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
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
Grind sun down till it comes up again
Stay down till we come back up again
It's all in the game, the ups, the downs
It's all in the game, the O, 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
Thinkin' of a master plan while I smoke this blunt
With the huse to the back, now everybody got coupes
Put the word in the street that supply the troops
I just call 'em like I see 'em
Serve these niggaz, third person dog, I ain't tryin' 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
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
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
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
11.Get Ya Mind Right
Lyricist：Jay Jenkins, Demetrius Stewart
I'm one of the realest niggaz in this shit, man
I got the muh'fuckin' streets, nigga
I came in the game with everythin' I muh'fuckin' want
Nigga this shit is about respecting me
Love to see when I walk up to the club
An' nigga run up on me, and tell me I'm the realest nigga livin'
Nigga, y'knowhat I'm sayin'？
I'm the realest nigga in here, you already know
Got trapper of the year 4 times in a row, what they give you？
A lifetime supply of baking soda clientèle
A Roley watch, two pots, an' three scales
Can get 'bout 50 in the Hummer
The birds fly down south to Georgia for the summer
Money, hoes, cars, clothes
Coke prices up an' down like six-fours
Just 'coz I'm fly like a helicopter
The Federales on my tail, call 'em 'Bird Watchers'
Minus the bullshit, life's great
Just got a camera on the peach in my license plate
What it do？ What the business is？
Word on the street, â½Jeezy known to handle hisâ
Bitch, get ya mind right, let me talk to 'em
Bitch, get ya mind right, let me talk to 'em
What it do？ What the business is？
Word on the street, â½Jeezy known to handle hisâ
Bitch, get ya mind right, let me talk to 'em
Bitch, get ya mind right, let me talk to 'em
It's not a trick question, yeah, I'm strapped, bitch
Also ripped nigga, miss me wit that rap shit
Rappin' ass nigga, you better do numbers
I ain't gotta rap, I'ma do numbers
A big shootout on the highway
Jeezy hangin' out the Coupe, lettin' it ride sideways
A straight G nigga, don't tempt me
I'll lend you the whole clip 'til the shit empty
Big stacks, yeah, I got that
That's why I copped that Cris by the six packs
Got the Feds lines ringin' like a telephone
Snitches want me locked up like Akon
What it do？ What the business is？
Word on the street, â½Jeezy known to handle hisâ
Bitch, get ya mind right, let me talk to 'em
Bitch, get ya mind right, let me talk to 'em
What it do？ What the business is？
Word on the street, â½Jeezy known to handle hisâ
Bitch, get ya mind right, let me talk to 'em
Bitch, get ya mind right, let me talk to 'em
Jeezy a rider, Jeezy a motherfuckin' fool
Don't approach him like that, you an' Jeezy ain't cool
Jeezy a gangsta, he roll wit the real Gs
An' if he's smokin', best believe it's real trees
From L.A., straight Kush
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 an' they ain't comin' back
Left 'em slumped on the grain in his Cadillac
Jimmy crack corn, and Jeezy flip Os
I just stick to the script, y'all niggaz hoes
What it do？ What the business is？
Word on the street, â½Jeezy known to handle hisâ
Bitch, get ya mind right, let me talk to 'em
Bitch, get ya mind right, let me talk to 'em
What it do？ What the business is？
Word on the street, â½Jeezy known to handle hisâ
Bitch, get ya mind right, let me talk to 'em
Bitch, get ya mind right, let me talk to 'em
12.Thug Motivation 101
Lyricist：Jay Jenkins, Demetrius Stewart
Ay, ay, but you gotta believe, but you gotta believe
Ay, ay, but you gotta believe, but you gotta believe, let's get
it
I used to hit the kitchen lights cockroaches everywhere
Hit the kitchen lights now it's marble floors everywhere
Call the carpenter the roof on the coups gone
Give a fuck what he sold I'm the truth holms
Kitchen fumed up, niggas jamming 2Pac
Get my Billy Hondas on working two pots
Baby need shoes partner need bail money
Blood hound for the bread I just smell money
You niggas just write I recollect
Hands on Jeezy really counted them checks
I'm Donald Trump in a white tee and white ones
The conversation is money nigga, you want some？
Ay, ay, ay but you gotta believe, ay, but you gotta believe
Ay, you ain't never seen them pies
I'm talking 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
So what the streets gave me, product of my environment
Now its 28 inches on a brand new hummer
Telling you right now it's gone be a cold summer
Blew the brains out the Chevy call it suicide
It's a way of life that's how us young niggas ride
Trap or die gave 'em hope they waiting on the sequel
It's clear to see the boy Jeezy do it for the people
Ay, ay, ay but you gotta believe, ay, but you gotta believe
Ay, you ain't never seen them pies
I'm talking 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 the author of the book, yeah a genius wrote it
There's a message in my words you gotta decode it
I seen it all every gram every bird
I spit the truth every noun every verb
I never exaggerated one line one time
Never lied to the people not one time
A hard head make a soft ass, ay
And hard white it get you straight cash
Ay, ay, ay but you gotta believe, ay, but you gotta believe
Ay, you ain't never seen them pies
I'm talking so much white it'll hurt your eyes
I really lived it man counting so much paper
It'll hurt your hands
13.Bottom Of The Map
Lyricist：Jay Jenkins, Demetrius Stewart
It's young jizzle from the bottom of the map
Got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay , ay, ay, ay
I do it for the trappers with tha tha tha rocks
And them ole G niggas with tha tha tha blocks
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay , ay, ay, ay
I'm strapped up
I'm iced out, a nigga play, it's lights out
Cost a cool quarter million, that's how you'll find me
Swirvin' through traffic with them ghouls behind me
Ya betta call ya crew, you gon' need help
Hole car strapped and I ain't talkin' seat belts
Red cross nigga, yeah we draw blood
Hole team got choppers like a bike club
I don't get mad, I just get money
And laugh at these fuck niggas 'cuz they so funny
All a gangsta do is stay fresh
45 with the Gucci Teflons vest
It's young jizzle from the bottom of the map
Got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay , ay, ay, ay
I do it for the trappers with tha tha tha rocks
And them ole G niggas with tha tha tha blocks
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay , ay, ay, ay
I'm on fire, the kids outta control
Competition want me to stop, drop and roll
Like I had a flame thrower and some gasoline
Set the city on fire that's on everything
I walk around like I got a grip in my pants
Yeah that's about 10 stacks, half a brick in my pants
Fish scale got papi on speed dial
Ya niggas gettin' raped ya still gettin' oil base
My flow is bananas, the coop is grape
Evisu jeans with the bathing apes
Dessert on the pillow choppers by the night stand
You can roll the dice play with your life man
It's young jizzle from the bottom of the map
Got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay , ay, ay, ay
I do it for the trappers with tha tha tha rocks
And them ole G niggas with tha tha tha blocks
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay , ay, ay, ay
All that tough talk ya just wastin' ya breath
Hit ya ass with them things have ya chasin' ya breath
You got loose lips, ya betta put a collar on 'em
Black chenille frames I spent a cuple dollars on 'em
Whole zip of kush just to get my mind right
Aggression rolls, see the ones get my sound right
My money come fast so that's how I spend it
Trunk soundin' like it got a marchin' band in it
You in the minor leagues and I'm a heavy weight
Flippin' brick houses, we call it real estate
Five thousand for the pound get ya curb serviced
Sell a lot of grass like I got a lawn service
It's young jizzle from the bottom of the map
Got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay , ay, ay, ay
I do it for the trappers with tha tha tha rocks
And them ole G niggas with tha tha tha blocks
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay , ay, ay, ay
14.That's How Ya Feel
Lyricist：Jay Jenkins, Demetrius Stewart
Yeah, ay, jeah, ay nigga
If you at the light right now nigga
And the nigga sweating you my nigga
Looking at you 'cause you got the big boy shoes on ya shit my
nigga
Ay roll down ya motherfucking window nigga
Blow out that dro smoke nigga
Tell that nigga that's how the fuck ya feel nigga
Ya feel like ya look nigga, ya feel good nigga
What's happening nigga？ Let's get it, ay, ay, let's go
Red paint, inside's peanut butter
They seeing me but I don't see them suckers
I ain't gon' lie man my shit tight
Hoes jocking got 'em stopping like a red light
Wake me up, this a sick dream, what
Got the alpine with the flat screen, that's right
These niggaz ain't aware mayne
12's in the trunk sounding like an airplane
A 757 jet
He ain't know？ You dealing with a fucking vet
Niggaz cold like banana splits
That's why I cop the A R with banana clips
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 on my lap, it's going down, that's how ya feel
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 on my lap, it's going down, that's how ya feel
I got a project chick with a lot of kids
She say she like my flow but love my ad libs
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
Them ugly hoes say a nigga 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
Disrespect the Chevy still riding on spokes
You fucking with a player
We don't just say no, we're too busy saying yeah
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 on my lap, it's going down, that's how ya feel
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 on my lap, it's going down, that's how ya feel
I'm a motherfucking problem, who wanna solve me dog？
Got six L 4's, who gon' call me dog？
This ain't a movie, we are not actors, what
Still use a duck ass nigga for target practice
Infrared beam on the Mossberg pump
Hit his ass with it twice, make him A Town stomp
In gats we trust
Niggaz play a lot of games dog but not with us
Call me jack in the box, hop out with two clips
Cook ya faster than a T-bone at Ruth Chris
You still hating, looking stupid
I'm in the S L, looking 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 on my lap, it's going down, that's how ya feel
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 on my lap, it's going down, that's how ya feel
15.Air Forces
Lyricist：Jay Jenkins, Demetrius Stewart
I went from old school Chevys to drop top Porsches
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 Chevys to drop top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my air forces
And you ain't did what I did
Where you 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 gang signs
And you already know, dog
745 back to back me and O dog
These other niggaz is jokers
What they rein up with 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 of your conversation
Jack boyz say they gon rob
But on the real fuck niggaz, y'all don't want these problems
I went from old school Chevys to drop top Porsches
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 Chevys to drop top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my air forces
And you ain't did what I did
Where you from, you gotta get how you live
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, they don't care 'bout shit
Ludacris, how they ride out twenty wit dem bricks
Shit, I spit it for y'all
On the real my niggaz shit I spit it for y'all
Who gives a fuck about friends？
If you mix the baking soda wit it you can get a Benz
While y'all robbing and boosting
I'm standing over the stove like the chef in Houston
And it's not about the flip mane
Want the real bread it's all about your whip game
I went from old school Chevys to drop top Porsches
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 Chevys to drop top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my air forces
And you ain't did what I did
Where you from, you gotta get how you live
I went from old school Chevys to drop top Porsches
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 Chevys to drop top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my air forces
And you ain't did what I did
Where you from, you gotta get how you live
16.Go Crazy
Lyricist：Don Cannon, Shawn Carter, Jay Jenkins, Ben Krass, Curtis
Mayfield
Guess who's bizzack
Still smell the blow on my clothes
Like crispy cream I was cooking them o's
Like horseshoes I was tossin' them o's
Time to re up gotta recycle the flow
I'm emotional, I hug the block, I'm so emotional
I love my glock cash rules everything around me
So what's realer' bout the scriller so call me a ghost face
killa
It's kinda hard to be drug free
When Georgia power won't give a nigga lights free
Switched hustles been killin' 'em ever since
Been paid to tell the truth it only make sense
When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy
And watch the dope boys go crazy
I pop my collar then I swing my chain
If you catch me in the club pimpin' doing my thang
When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy
And watch the dope boys go crazy
They pop my collar then they swing they chain
All the gangstas in the street that be doin' they thang
Won't stop till my whole team in thug mansion
And I sell like Pac that's 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
This is how I'm eatin' now
So respect my grind
The way I put them words together
Reminds me about how I put them byrds together
When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy
And watch the dope boys go crazy
I pop my collar then I swing my chain
If you catch me in the club pimpin' doing my thang
When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy
And watch the dope boys go crazy
They pop my collar then they swing they chain
All the gangstas in the street that be doin' they thang
Buy 18 the hard way
Now have a humble nigga thinkin' 'bout gun play
Now who the fuck wanna play with guns
Alotta holes, alotta blood dog
That shit ain't fun so I suggest that you don't play with my
chain
Or I'll send these hollow's at you
Let them play with ya brain the streets is watchin'
The name is warn the products white
A star is born pimpin' I'm so fly I take this parachute off
I might fall and die wrap the work with spandex with the latex
Then we ship it outta town call it safe sex
When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy
And watch the dope boys go crazy
I pop my collar then I swing my chain
If you catch me in the club pimpin' doing my thang
When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy
And watch the dope boys go crazy
They pop my collar then they swing they chain
All the gangstas in the street that be doin' they thang
17.Standing Ovation
Lyricist：Drumma Boy, Jay Jenkins
I told 'em straight, drop this an' zip lock that
Right on my waistline is where I kept that strap
I remember nights, I didn't remember nights
I damn near went crazy, had to get it right
Now I'm ya favorite rapper's favorite rapper
Now I'm ya favorite trapper's favorite trapper
The absolute truth, yeah, I'm no joke
Who me？ I emerge from the crack smoked
In the hearts of those who grind with O's
They feel my pain, they at my shows
That's why I got this glass pot an' this triple bean
I tell 'em 'Money Talks' like Charlie Sheen
These are more than words, this is more than rap
This is the streets an' I am the trap
Standing ovation, standing ovation
These are more than words, this is more than rap
This is the streets an' I am the trap
Standing ovation, standing ovation
Once upon a time, I used to grind all night
With that residue that was iPod white
I'm a boss, I got Juice like the magazine
An' everyday I see Feds like a magazine
Psychopathic wordplay, schizophrenic flow
I guess it's safe to say I got schizophrenic dough
Fuck bad bitches, smoke big blunts
Who am I to tell ya different？ Ya only live once
All I blow is Kush, yeah, that Cali bud
Got Cali love when I got that Cali glove
My Spanish bitch in L.A., yeah, I owe her one
Not them square seventeen like Uncle Brady's son
These are more than words, this is more than rap
This is the streets an' I am the trap
Standing ovation, standing ovation
These are more than words, this is more than rap
This is the streets an' I am the trap
Standing ovation, standing ovation
My brains pulse through my veins, man, I can't understand it
Infatuation with the birds, I watch Animal Planet
My life's a motion picture in Dolby Digital
Tree raiser an' the scale, it was digital
Calculate my every step, I'm a mathematician
Make them pigeons disappear, I'm a damn magician
A 40 cal, rubber bands an' a shoe box
Got it by the truckload like the bread people
I got a 'Sixth Sense', I stack dead people
I'm talkin' Grants an' Jacksons
Swear, it took a whole hour just to count the Jacksons
These are more than words, this is more than rap
This is the streets an' I am the trap
Standing ovation, standing ovation
These are more than words, this is more than rap
This is the streets an' I am the trap
Standing ovation, standing ovation
18.Gangsta Music
Lyricist：Jay Jenkins, Demetrius Stewart
Yeah, hey, motherfuckin' business here, nigga
Yeah, all you hatin' ass niggaz
What you sneak this in, niggaz？
I see that you don't get your own
It's gon' get you hurt, nigga
If you a hater an' you know it, fuck you
I rather listen to your instrumentals, nigga
Bitch ass, nigga, do somethin', nigga, see
I'm here now, you old news
Gotta couple Porches, trucks, couple old schools
I'll line ya ass up, push ya tape backwards
'Coz I'ma real nigga an' I don't like rappers
An' that ain't this an' this ain't that
An' bitch, I'm strapped
Fuck wit real niggaz that'll cut ya throat
An' they don't drink Pepsi, they just sell Coke
All I do is talk 'dro, it's like my brain on drugs
See me out, nigga, I do my thang in clubs
Listen up, Jeezy got a little riddle
Stack of 20 dollar bills, 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, 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, this is hustler music
We don't talk on the phones 'coz 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
Talkin' young hungry niggaz, eat ya whole plate
Jeezy, place the order, niggaz eat ya whole face
You got me misconstrued all fucked 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
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, 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, this is hustler music
The hoes love my voice, make they pussy moist
Certified G shit an' I'm the gangsta's choice
Niggaz poppin' off, I hope they bullet proof
Leave holes in ya, the size of a sunroof
Mack 11 in the club an' a snub nose
Swear to God, knock you niggaz out ya fuckin' clothes
Lay ya ass flat like a doormat
Niggaz askin' for it but they ain't want that
In the rap game, takin' niggaz clientèle
White ones like the powder that I used to sell
Give a fuck about a playa hater
Hit 'em wit the tool, flush his whole radiator
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, 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, this is hustler music
19.Talk To 'Em
Like the person needs his soul＊
Fight the will to need his own
Just talk to em for a minute, ay just talk to em for a minute
Like the baby needs to cry
If you go I swear I'll die
How the fuck I'm free out here and you locked in there
Your whole family acts like I don't care
They don't know about the nights I just lay in my bed
I can't even sleep, I just lay in my bed
Eyes full of tears and a heart full of pain
Take deep breaths everytime I hear your name
You was more than family you was like my brother
So when the shit went down it's like I lost my brother
And I wish we could trade places
Swear to God dawg wish we could trade places
Livin' a life of crime, but it wasn't your life it was more like
mine
I often think about the close calls we had
And I often think about the close brawls we had
And I love my nigga, what you know bout that
And I'll do anything to get golmouf back talk to 'em
Mel man you my heart I swear to god
Knew you was real man I saw it from the start
Even when I was wrong my nigga had my back
Even when I was right my nigga had my back
We used to laugh, wasn't shit funny
Late night at my grandma house counting money
I trust you with my life dawg
If I was married, I'd 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
Cause when I talk my nigga listen
Switch shit, you used to help me with them pigeons
Earnest T. won't talk to me dawg and it hurts
She treat a nigga like I'm the scum of the earth
In your eyes I couldn't do no wrong
So to you I dedicate this song
Must've bust ten rounds through the strap in your lap
Knew I was a gangsta I wasn't going for that
Pussy nigga in my yard, talkin' shit
Knowin' damn well I was on some G shit
Let the whole clip ride and didn't think
Let the whole clip ride and didn't blink
You asked me kindly not to bring the white in the house
And then what I do, bring the white in the house
Bricks in the attic and you ain't know
Your grandson killin' em, he getting 24
Feds at the door, I'm out of town
You ain't tell em shit, you held me down
Now a-days I rock the mic I'm getting paid for that
And all the shit I been through I'm getting paid for that
Always said I would make it, wish you could see me now
But if I tried to tell her, she probably wouldn't believe me now
Yeah dope boy, this is the official hustler's anthem
You gettin money, throw it in the air
Guess who's bizzack (back)
Still smell the blow in my clothes
Like Krispy Kreme, I was cookin them O's (cookin them O's)
Like horse shoes, I was tossin them O's
Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow ('cycle the flow)
I'm emotional, I hug the block (aye)
I'm so emotional (I love my glock)
Cash rules everything around me, so what's realer？
'Bout the scrilla, call me a +Ghostface Killah+ (yep)
It's kinda hard to be drug-free
When Georgia Power won't give a nigga lights free
Switch hustle, been killin 'em ever since (since)
It pays to tell the truth dawg, it only makes sense
When they play that new Jeezy all the dope boys go crazy (geah)
and watch the dope boys go crazy
I pop my collar then I swing my chain
You can catch me in the club, pimpin doin my thang (heyy)
When they play that new Jeezy all the dope boys go crazy (geah)
and watch the dope boys go crazy
You pop your collar then you swing your chain
For all the gangstas in the street that be doin they thang
(heyy)
Buy eighteen the hard way (let's get it)
Have a humble nigga thinkin about gun play (geah)
Now who the fuck wanna play wit guns？
A lot of holes, a lot of blood dawg, the shit ain't fun (nope)
So I suggest you don't play wit my chains
I'll send these hollows at ya, let 'em play wit ya brain (that's
right)
These streets is watchin, the name is warm
The product's white, a star is born (yeahh)
Pimpin I'm so fly, if I take this parachute off, I might fall
and die (damnn)
Wrap the work like spandex wit the latex (geah)
Then we ship it out of town, call it safe sex (heyy)
Uh, more than a hustla I'm the definition of it
Master chef, lord of the kitchen cupboard
More than a street legend, homey it's Hova
More than a relief pitcher, I'm the closer
The Mariano of the Mariott, ah
If money talks, the whole world's bout to hear me out
See I'm a hustler's hope, I'm not his pipe dreams
So when they speak of success, I'm what they might mean
Attract money my worst color is light green
My favorite hue is Jay-Z blue
Don't follow me young'n, follow my moves, I'm not a role model
A bad influence got the world drinkin gold bottles
When Puff was in that tub spillin Mo'
I was at my video, Cris' on the speedboat
In my lifetime nigga, go through your research
St. Thomas my nigga, that was me first
Chrome shoe'd the GS, I came feet first
In the game like a baby boo on the reach birth
I got the keys if you need work
I can kingpin you a line, the diamond of time (uhh)
My niggaz love it when I talk like this
My corporate people start buggin cause I talk like this
The corporate thugs is like, 'Nah Hov, talk that shit'
The dope boys go crazy when they hear that boy Jay-Z
See I'ma 80's baby, mastered Reaganomics
School of Hard Knocks, everyday is college
You ain't did nothin I ain't did, nigga pay homage
or pay the doctor, I sprayed Lami's
Still, the time'll reveal, you know I'm bein honest
Ya ain't put my coat yet and I keep my shit in coat check
They say the truth shall come to the light
So everybody grab your chains cause your boy that bright
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