1.Jizzle
Lyricist：Jay Jenkins, Dwayne Richardson, Jonathan Smith, Demetrius
Stewart
Don't let that rich shit fool ya
Still come through ya
Panoramic ass niqqas
Yeah, I shoot straight through ya
Hole in ya, niqqa, yeah, you gon' need a roller
The way I measure that, you can call me the ruler
Walk up in this motherfucker like a walking cooler
Yeah I'm a walking cooler, niqqa, thanks to my jeweler
Oh Kimosabe
McBallin' is my hobby
I should buy a W
And throw a party in the lobby
Said a homeboy told her I was fucking Roxy
Swear I hate niqqas, I should be a fucking Nazi
Don't know what you hear, baby, that can be a rumor
Stones in my ear yeah, that can be a tumor
Shawty Redd on the drums, it's a hit
Then we got jizzle in the boots, that's the shit
Give it to you hard, 'cause we know you like that
Then we put it in, they all know me like that
Go Young on 'em, go Young on 'em
(I'm goin' Young)
Go Young on 'em, go Young on 'em
(I'm goin' Young)
Go Young on 'em, go Young on 'em
(I'm goin' Young)
Go Young on 'em, go Young on 'em
(I'm goin' Young)
Jizzle, what's wrong？ What are you sayin'？
I said it's all wrong, what you're playin'
(What that？)
Fuck, it's 2010 and you playin' Patrick Ewing
Last time I played that number I was wearin' Patrick Ewing
That's a merry old song, you can tell my words
I said as far as I'm concerned, motherfucker, you're a jerk
A real nigga listen when I talk that shit
I don't wear skinny jeans 'cause my Glock won't fit
How do you make it out on the streets？
I tell 'em Lord knows
You met the feds outside
You better off doin' shows
What you play for us？
I said you're goddamn right
They need a real nigga
Homie, give me that mic
Shawty Redd on the drums, it's a hit
Then we got jizzle in the boots, that's the shit
Give it to you hard, 'cause we know you like that
Then we put it in, they all know me like that
Go Young on 'em, go Young on 'em
(I'm goin' Young)
Go Young on 'em, go Young on 'em
(I'm goin' Young)
Go Young on 'em, go Young on 'em
(I'm goin' Young)
Go Young on 'em, go Young on 'em
(I'm goin' Young)
Might as well do this motherfucker, strapped up ain't I？
Pull this motherfucker out and blast a bitch can't I？
I said I break that ho down and unwrap a bitch can't I？
Doin' what I want, ain't have to ask a bitch, 'Can I？'
And after this song, I'ma make-a this album
One thing about it, you ain't makin' this album
Young against the world when I was makin' this album
Goin' on my 4, feel like my 6 album
PSP Grand, I got all 3 thousand
Top 3 dead lie, Young pocket 3 thousand
Paco said he was cool, then why the fuck is he wildin'？
Ain't said shit funny, so why the fuck is you smilin'？
Shawty Redd on the drums, it's a hit
Then we got jizzle in the boots, that's the shit
Give it to you hard, 'cause we know you like that
Then we put it in, they all know me like that
Go Young on 'em, go Young on 'em
(I'm goin' Young)
Go Young on 'em, go Young on 'em
(I'm goin' Young)
Go Young on 'em, go Young on 'em
(I'm goin' Young)
Go Young on 'em, go Young on 'em
(I'm goin' Young)
Shawty Redd on the drums, it's a hit
Then we got jizzle in the boots, that's the shit
2.All White Everything
Married to the game＊
She even got a wedding ring
Six white cars and I put that on everything
White benz
White porsch
White bent
White range
White vet
White brains
I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer
I'm doin' all white everything
I Gotta White Bent
White Pit
Even Gotta White Bitch
Wen I Say White I Mean Whiter Den A Light Switch
White This, White That In My White Sox Hat
Used 2 Hide Dem White Packs Where My White Socks At
Niggas Say He So White He Tellin A White Lie
Neva Sold No White And He Ain't Neva See A White Pie
Man I Swear To God I'm Being Followed By A White Guy
On Ya Boy Man I Mean Harder Den A White Tie
White Roll White Wheels Whiter Den Some White Pills
White S550 Sittin On Some White Hills
Niggas Thinkin Furs 4 Da Winter I'm Thinkin White Fox
Pull Up In The White Ford Dually On Sum White Shocks
Married to the game
She even got a wedding ring
Six white cars and I put that on everything
White benz
White porsch
White bent
White range
White vet
White Brains
I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer
I'm doin' all white everything
I Gotta White Lac, White Lade both got White Suede
Big White Crib, Inside Gotta White Maid
White Sinks, White Towels, White Rags, White Tiles
Wen I Say White I Mean Whiter Den Da White House
White Couch, White Pillows, White Candles, White Rugs
Since We Talkin White Jus Know I Had A White Plug
White Doors, White Walls Even Got Sum White Halls
Bathroom Coat White Floors In The White Stall
White Man, White Yard, White Trees, White Leaves
Go And Get My Mail In A Pair Of White Spike Lees
Ya'll Think I'm Trippin Wen I Say I Want A White Horse
Right inside the 5-9-9 I see the White Porsche
Married to the game
She even got a wedding ring
Six white cars and I put that on everything
White benz
White porsch
White bent
White range
White vet
White brains
I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer
I'm doin' all white everything
I Gotta All White Harley Jets Even Match My Boat Man
Get Dem White Boy Checks Ask My White Postman
White Socks, White Draws, Polo White Tee
Triple White Turbo Ooh I Think She Like Me
Past Right By A White Flash Like Wat Was That？
Niggas Still Wearin Fruity Stones Man Who Does That？
White Platinum Gold Rolly With The White Stones
Lookin Betta Den LisaRaye In A White Thong
Sumwhere On A White Beach In Some White Sand
Layin In A White Bucket Million White Snowman
White Sky, White Clouds, U Say It's A White Day
White Sky, White Clouds, I Say It Look Like Yay
Married to the game
She even got a wedding ring
Six white cars and I put that on everything
White benz
White porsch
White bent
White range
White vet
White Brains
I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer
I'm doin' all white everything
3.CTE Or Nothin
feat. USDA
Yeah! What's up？
I said CTE talk to me!
Chorus：
50 pants in my 87 jeans
That's the hint!
Got the mother fucker on six
That's nothing!
I say mother fuckers don't like it do something
The only way to live CTE or nothing!
Young .. put it to
Million dollars in the woods, Tom Sawyer
Got a lot of chips and a whole lot of lawyers
Go get the drain man, we got something for you
CTE nigger that's the end of price
We've been stocking out nothing but the green guys
Walk upon your functionalism suit and ties
They hit the black in 87 until the sun rise
I got a pinky ring flow money clip dough,
The voice box get your clip for
You saw my neck you saw my chest
You saw my ribs and arms
So that's the last thing you see
Before I squeeze it all
Chorus：
50 pants in my 87 jeans
That's the hint!
Got the mother fucker on six
That's nothing!
I say mother fuckers don't like it do something
The only way to live CTE or nothing!
You say you are getting money nigger
We ain't seen nothing
Problem with the squad I am the first one toughing
Like my nigger bow, I keep it one hundred
To eleven in the smile fuck this bitch running
I need 50 .. for my Chevrolet and
Another day another month fucking dollar
Try to fit it all in my 87 jeans
I was acting for the .. of show .. 70
Smash in a cutter off, going like another broad,
I got a bitch even bader real shit ..
That gangsta lies make room for the underdog
I'm with the business USDA and under bars
Yeah! Shit gang bitch who are you with？
While you see me induced in the homie
And if you really must know man
CTE for life kill a nigger snow man
Chorus：
50 pants in my 87 jeans
That's the hint!
Got the mother fucker on six
That's nothing!
I say mother fuckers don't like it do something
The only way to live CTE or nothing!
Put a lame mouth when I feel like nothing
You niggers getting back over here we are getting money
You know how it looks I know how it smells
GPS .. came through the mail
It ain't start to chill , risk get the luck,
Faults get steady, please get the watch!
.. nigger let me show you how I go
I've been tired of your .
I ain't a brick ain't
CTE or nothing .. to the death, telling you
Chorus：
50 pants in my 87 jeans
That's the hint!
Got the mother fucker on six
That's nothing!
I say mother fuckers don't like it do something
The only way to live CTE or nothing!
4.Black Yellow
5.Lay It Down
6.Pimp C-Dickies
7.Throwed Off
8.Rap Game (Remix)
feat. Trae Tha Truth
They like 'Trae, where you been？', niggas actin like I ran away
Hear not, bitch I'm still the king, check the resume
Asshole til they bury me or I get sent away
Ballin off, don't apply to me, I'm thinkin 10 a day
Anyhow, anyway, niggas out here actin gay
Point em out, line em up, bet they ain't gon play with Trae
9／11, flowin panoramic like you been away
(？) there she went today
Tell em that the truth is undisputed and I'm nothin less
Yellow stones, ballin like I'm Kobe when I rep the west
Bitches out here hopin for a trick, my pockets out of use
I keep it G, like my nigga Chris and hit em with a deuce
Fuck em, I got somethin with a bunch of ass skinny waist
Bout to catch a case the way she beat my dick up with her face
Ain't no use in makin plans with me, she know I'm here for sex
On another note, where them haters at, I'm here to plex
How they talkin talkin guns with a pistol and a couple beans
Bitch I'm talkin armageddon shit, they 'Yes, you the Marines'
Ain't gon be no chance, you bout to go to sleep
Hit you where you breathe and then you feelin like Miami Heat
They like young where u been niggaz acting like I got goosed
Til I came back in that black on black phantom ghost
Looking better the picasso ya'll should frame me
Killing niggaz kunta kinte ya'll should hang me
Rap game fucked up but you can't blame me
See them come see them go U kno how the game be
Snowman's back, young and too wild
Had to switch it up, man, niggaz tryna steal the style
Anyway anyhow the stering wheel's black and mild
Make your broad back that ass up think I'm Juvenile
My leather too soft just like Wayne and Baby nem
Teacher ask me what I wanna be told dat bitch an ATM
Dream was to turn my whole block into a CVS
Can't trust them broads around the way them bitches DVS
Drop it in watch it make it circle like a DVD
62 and 125 half a quarter key
Anyhow anyway it's snitches born everyday
Best thing to do is get your money and stay out the way
Hustla of the year damn right let's be very clear
If u sell them bricks to rocks and stones now it's Belvedere
Posted on the block with the choppers, guess it's vodka now
Hard slowed up niggaz switched playing soccer now
Do it for the killas and the dealers know you heard of me
Young came back to save the day see the urgency
9.When I Die
10.Death Before Dishonor
Chorus：
One time for Big Meech,
Larry Hoover real niggas, hallelujah
This for my real niggas
I swear to god
You know its death before dishonor its in my fucking heart x2
A hundred black lux jeeps like the taliban
and everybody jerk flashin like an ambulance
self made,
thats an understatement
that nigga self paid
thats your understatement
One time for Big Meech, Dre Beezy IP Dro Beezy
Got the drop top roasted it was baby blue
thats on tino dash yeah this works for baby blue
How you blowin money fast you don't know the crew
oh you part of the fans shit i never knew
Yall suppose to make it hard this is easy ho
Pull up in that triple white I think im jeezy ho
(Chorus)
God damn ho you got them massive titties might as well roll with
me to magic city
call it magic city cause my whole city magic talkin that magic
powder yeah my whole city have it where you can find a brick
before you find a soda nigga bars spit before you buy a coca
cola nigga kept the lights on them bitches nigga Alex know
made him famous fuck you think they call him Alex for？ Ordered
150 bottles like Okaaaay! We gonna have to change this bitch to
club rose
Yall suppose to make it hard
This is easy ho pull up in that 62' me and meechy ho
(Chorus)
11.Bmf
12.Trappin Aint Dead
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