1.I Luv It
Lyricist：Aldrin Davis, Jay Jenkins
Ride till I die, Lord knows I stay high
And I luv it, and I luv it, let's go
We count hundreds on the table, twenty's on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with some more
And I luv it, and I luv it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my show
Yeah, it's parked outside, and it's sittin' on fo's
And I luv it, and I luv it
Once again it's on, I'm back in the mu'fuckin' booth
These niggas still lying, I'm the mu'fuckin' truth
I don't believe 'em, I need some mu'fuckin' proof
I ain't want the four door, I copped the mu'fuckin' coupe
They tryin' be me, I'm just tryin' be G
And everything comes to da light, you'll see
These niggas in the dark baby I just shine
I do it from the heart homie, they just rhyme
Check your watch, nigga it's my time
Mind made up I was on my grind, that's right
So pay attention, yea you on my time
In that case time waits for no man
Do it again I done that before man
M.O.E., you ain't part of the program
Or maybe you niggaz ain't listening
Open your eyes I'm a blessing in disguise
We count hundreds on the table, twenty's on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with some more
And I luv it, and I luv it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my show
Yeah, it's parked outside, and it's sittin' on fo's
And I luv it, and I luv it
Yeah, I blew up, but they ain't like that
They switched up on me, and I ain't like that
Sold my first brick, yeah, I came right back
Fast forward the tape, nigga look at me now
And I never turn back, so motherfuck that
Nike's on the ground, got my head to the sky
Smoked all day, Lord knows I stay high
Stay on top, Lord knows I'm gon' try
And live for the moment, Lord knows I'm gon' die
And when I get to hell, Lord knows I'm gon' fry
I woke up this morning so I'm still alive
36 O's I sold them all for five
We count hundreds on the table, twenty's on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with some more
And I luv it, and I luv it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my show
Yeah, it's parked outside, and it's sittin' on fo's
And I luv it, and I luv it
Been around the world, it's the same ol' caine
Been around the world, it's the same ol' thang, dro
All the real niggaz either dead or in jail
And if you're looking for me homie, I'm in the A T L
You gotta play it how it go, you can't cheat on life
Ya better drink a Red Bull, you can't sleep on life
I ain't tryna do you, I'm tryin' do me
Last album did two, I'm just tryin' do three
Fresh out the pot yeah, the work was hard
Ride with the top down so I'm closer to God
My P.O. telling me I need a 9 to 5
But I already got a job, and that's stayin' alive
We count hundreds on the table, twenty's on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with some more
And I luv it, and I luv it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my show
Yeah, it's parked outside, and it's sittin' on fo's
And I luv it, and I luv it
Ride till I die, Lord knows I stay high
And I love it, and I love it
Ride till I die, Lord knows I stay high
And I love it, and I love it
2.Miscellaneous
Young Jeezy
Miscellaneous
(feat. R. Kelly)
You Kno We Trap All Day Play All Night Dis Is Da Life Of A The
Life Of a Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Yea)
U In Da Club U C A Bad Bitch Point Her Out (Oh) Yea U Damn Right
Ima (Ey)
You Damn Right Ima Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Yea)
In The Immediate State They Callin Me Will Smith Gotta Thing On
Ma Side U Can Call Dat Jada
The Boys Talkin Down Yea We Call Em Hatas Im Ballin Right Now So
Well Get To Dat Lata
Be The First To Admit Im Such A Alcoholic Only Blow Dat Good
Shit Yea Dat Whatchamacallit
Catch Me Posted On Da Block In Sumthin Exotic '07
Yea Da Same Color Hypnotiq On The Outside Lookin And I Want In
My Homie Did The Same Thang And He Got 10
Jus Took A Loss Still Tryin 2 Win Nd U Tryin 2 Get Back So Wut U
Tryin To Spend
You Kno We Trap All Day Play All Night Dis Is Da Life Of A The
Life Of A Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Yea)
U In Da Club U C A Bad Bitch Point Her Out (Oh) Yea U Damn Right
Ima (Ey)
You Damn Right Ima Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Yea)
We Live Life On Da Edge Like Theres No Tomorrow They Grind Hard
Like Theres No Today
They Do The Same Shit Like Its Yesterday The Game Never Stop So
Whos Next To Play？
Against All Odds U Can Place Ur Bets Yea Im Jus Gettin Started
So I Aint Done Yet (Naw)
Risk It All You Can Lose Ur Life Wut Else Can I Say Dats A Hell
Of A Price (Dayumm)
I Dont Under Cuz I Overstand No Time For Mistakes So Im
Overplayin
Im In Da Club Like Wut？ 4 5 Wit Me And Ima Stay Thuggin Till Da
Feds Come Get Me
You Kno We Trap All Day Play All Night Dis Is Da Life Of A The
Life Of A Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Yea)
U In Da Club U C A Bad Bitch Point Her Out (Oh) Yea U Damn Right
Ima (Ey)
You Damn Right Ima Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Yea)
Hey Hey This Is How We Play When We Roll Up To Da Club High
Sittin On 20 Treys
Hop Out Like We Fabolous Top Models Grabbin Us They Luv Dem Go
Gettas Only In America
Put D On Chicks Like Wallace Turn Em
？
Thinkin They Can Have All Dis Cant Deny It When U C Da Wheels
Spinnin
Boy Kells Out Da Coupe In Miami White Linen Chips Big Spendin
Walk Up Out Da Club Witha Shitloada Women
Soon As I C One I Like Ima Go Get (Oo) Ima Get It Cuz Ima Go
Getta
You Kno We Trap All Day Play All Night Dis Is Da Life Of A The
Life Of A Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Yea)
U In Da Club U C A Bad Bitch Point Her Out (Oh) Yea U Damn Right
Ima (Ey)
You Damn Right Ima Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Yea)
3.Go Getta
Lyricist：Kevin Cossom, Allan Felder, Andrew Harr, Norman Harris,
Jermaine Jackson, Jay Jenkins, Tanya Dolaine Jones, Robert Kelly
You know we trap all day, we play all night
This is the life of a, the life of a, go getta, go getta, go
getta
You in da club you see a bad bitch, point her out
Yeah, you're damn right I'ma, you're damn right I'ma
Go getta, go getta, go getta
In the immediate state they callin' me Will Smith
Gotta thing on ma side you can call dat Jada
Them boys talkin' down yeah, we call dem hatas
I'm ballin' right now so we'll get back to dat later
I'll be the first to admit am such a alcoholic
Only blow dat good shit yeah, dat whatchamacallit
Catch me posted on da block, in sumthin' exotic
'07 yeah, da same color Hypnotiq
On the outside lookin' and I want in
My homie did the same thang and he got 10
Just took a loss, still tryin' to win
And you tryin' to get back so what you tryin' to spend？
You know we trap all day, we play all night
This is the life of a, the life of a, go getta, go getta, go
getta
You in da club you see a bad bitch, point her out
Yeah, you're damn right I'ma, you're damn right I'ma
Go getta, go getta, go getta
We live life on da edge like there's no tomorrow
They grind hard like there's no today
They do the same shit like it's yesterday
The game never stop, so who's next to play？
Against all odds you can place your bets
Yeah, I'm just gettin' started, so I ain't done yet
Risk it all you can lose your life
What else can I say, dats a hell of a price
I don't under 'cause I over stand
No time for mistakes so I'm overplayin'
I'm in da club like what？ Four five wit me
And I'ma stay thuggin' till da feds come get me
You know we trap all day, we play all night
This is the life of a, the life of a, go getta, go getta, go
getta
You in da club you see a bad bitch, point her out
Yeah, you're damn right I'ma, you're damn right I'ma
Go getta, go getta, go getta
Hey, hey this is how we play
When we roll up to da club, high sittin' on 20 treys
Hop out like we fabulous, top models grabbin' us
They love dem go gettas, only in America
Put D on chicks like Wallace
Turn 'em, throwing down they can have all dis
Can't deny it when you see da wheels spinnin' boy
Kells out da coupe in Miami white linen
Chips big spendin'
Walk up out da club with a shit loada women
Soon as I see one I like I'ma get it, I'ma get it
Ooh, I'ma get it, 'cause Iâma go getta
You know we trap all day, we play all night
This is the life of a, the life of a, go getta, go getta, go
getta
You in da club you see a bad bitch, point her out
Yeah, you're damn right I'ma, you're damn right I'ma
Go getta, go getta, go getta
4.Death Before Dishonor (B.M.F. Freestyle)
One time for big meech, larry hoover, real niggas＊
Halleluja
This for my real niggas
I sweat to God
You know it's death before dishonor it's in my fuckin heart
One time for big meech, larry hoover, real niggas
Halleluja
This for my real niggas
I sweat to God
You know it's death before dishonor it's in my fuckin heart
A hundred black lux tees like the taliban
And everybody jewlry flashin like the ambulance
Self made that's a understatement
That niggas self paid that's your understatement
One time for bid meech, j-beezy, ock p, dro beezy
Cop the drop top roaster it was baby blue
That's on tido dash
Yeah this works for baby blue
How you blowin money fast
You don't know the crew
Are you part of the fam shyt I never knew
Ya'll were suppose to make it hard this is easy hoe
Pull up in the triple whit I think I'm jeezy hoe
One time for big meech, larry hoover, real niggas
Halleluja
This for my real niggas
I sweat to God
You know it's death before dishonor it's in my fuckin heart
One time for big meech, larry hoover, real niggas
Halleluja
This for my real niggas
I sweat to God
You know it's death before dishonor it's in my fuckin heart
God damn hoe
You got the massive titties
Mine as well roll with me the magic city
Call it magic city cause my whole citys magic
Talkin that magic powder yeah my whole city at it
Where u can find a brick before u find a soda nigga
Buy a sprite before u buy a coca-cola nigga
Cut the light on dem bitches nigga alex know
Made him famous
Fuck u think they call him alex for
Ordere 150 bottles like okay
We gon have to change this bitch to club rosay
Ya'll were suppose to make iy hard this is easy hoe
Pull up in that 62 me and meechy hoe
One time for big meech, larry hoover, real niggas
Halleluja
This for my real niggas
I sweat to God
You know it's death before dishonor it's in my fuckin heart
One time for big meech, larry hoover, real niggas halleluja
This for my real niggas
I sweat to God
You know it's death before dishonor it's in my fuckin heart
5.Put On
Lyricist：Christopher Gholson, Jay Jenkins, Kanye West
I put on, I put on
I put on
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
When they see me off in traffic they say Jeezy on some other
shit
Send them pussy niggas runnin' straight back to the dealership
Me, I'm in my spaceship, that's right I work for Nasa
The 7H is not a fraud, call that bitch my bodyguard
Call that bitch his bodyguard？ Yeah, that's my bodyguard
When we're out of jewelry, Young gon' do security
What's whiter than a napkin, harder than a dinner plate？
If you want it come and get it, you know I stay super straight
Ran up in my spots and now I'm workin' at the Super 8
Know you niggas hungry, come and get a super plate
Y'all sing happy birthday, yeah I got that super cake
Hundred karat bracelet, I use it like some super bait
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
Put on, east side
Put on, south side
Put on, west side
Put on
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
Put on, east side
Put on, south side
Put on, west side
Put on
Half bag, top back, ain't nothin' but a young thug
HKs, 8 K's, I need to join a gun club
Big wheels, big straps, you know I like it super sized
Passenger's a redbone, her weave look like some curly fries
Inside fish sticks, outside tartar sauce
Pocket full of celery, imagine what she tellin' me
Blowin' on asparagus, the realest shit I ever smoked
Ridin' to that Trap or Die, the realest shit I ever wrote
They know I got that broccoli, so I keep that glock with me
Don't get caught without one, comin' from where I'm from
Call me Jeezy Hamilton, flyin' down Campbellton
So fresh, so clean, on my way to Charlene's
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
Put on, east side
Put on, south side
Put on, west side
Put on
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
Put on, east side
Put on, south side
Put on, west side
Put on
I put on, I put on
I put on
I put on for my city, I put on for my
I put on for my city, I put on for my city
On
I feel like there's still niggas that owe me checks
I feel like there's still bitches that owe me sex
I feel like this but niggas don't know these stress
I lost the only girl in the world that know me best
I got the money and the fame and that don't mean shit
I got the Jesus on a chain, man that don't mean shit
Cause when the Jesus pieces can't bring me peace
Sure I need just at least one of Russell's nieces
On, I let my nightmares go
I put on, everybody that I knew from the go
I know hoes that was frontin' when they knew he was broke
They say damn, Yeezy Yeezy, you don't know us no more
You got that big fame homie, and you just changed homie
You can ask big homie, man the top sure lonely
I ain't lyin', so lonely
I aint lyin'
Let me see what we have tonight, what we have tonight
I'm high as a satellite, satellite
I see those flashin' lights, flashin' lights
'Cause every night, every night
I put on
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
Put on, east side
Put on, south side
Put on, west side
Put on
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
Put on, east side
Put on, south side
Put on, west side
Put on
6.Done It
(Verse 1)
Guess whos back in da building, mind on a million it's some
bitch from decater
She be holding my cash and I be holding her down she be holding
my work and I be dicking he down, just got a call from the other
side of town, said I'm tryna go up, the opposite of down, said I
hope you aint the feds nigga ima do me, said he comin rite back
he gone need another three, two planes, four birds one nigga ooh
wee, 17, 5, yea you know shawty low anythang bout to blow bitch
ask shawty know and all the real bitches say go shawty goooo,
now I'm black tee wearing hell naw I aint caring and I'll wreck
this bitch and come back in a maclarin, you know da feds
stareing, and I aint even caring, I left my 87's off nigga show
them wat I'm wearing.
(Chorus)
I done done it all lexis, ice strokes, chevys, bitches, promices
broken.
You aint never in your life seen a nigga this focused and done
done it all in a pair of air forces.(2x)
(Verse 2)
If it's a ufo then it's the fbi and one more u, t nigga don't
call me, I'm so hot ass they really don't want me, your own ass
now they all on me, so nigga worry bout you why you all on me？
big stacks big straps yea all on me, you at it wit my city then
it's all on me if I'm at it wit your city then it's all on me,
new jail new cell old news, gotta new grind, myspace, youtube,
smoke nigga, pretty nigga big food, a good blunt tryna fie up
like good food, talkin about the whole, and you don't even know
but half, I'm talkin lumpkin, dumpkin, macnabb, yea my partner
got arrested, I got a new Lexus. I drove my new Lexus to get a
new necklace
(Chorus)
Repeat (2x)
A real nigga on top yall should be glad to see let me ask yall a
question, don't you laugh at me. They call them things birds but
I don't know why. I take them out the cage, and they still won't
fly, take them out the flap and they still wont sell, take them
out ten times and they still wont smell, you can get a good
lawyer but he still gone tell, and you can fix a car and it's
still gone fail, I done did some business with mariah, lupee,
usher, same ol j.young ain't no buster, never said I was a
usher, so how you gone act like I ain't no hustler, I got
bitches all round me young like usher, don't leave your bitch
around me young might fuck her, catch me in the ballout, me and
my shooters, in a white drop top, hooters, broad day big bag,
getting money, 5 grand we had... rent money, real nigga till I
die, get money, 20 in advance big money.
(Chorus)(repeat 2x)
7.Ya Dig
Got A Chevy Sittin On 24's (Ya Gid)
Hit The Trap And Move A Couple Of Them O's (Ya Dig)
Every Nigga Round Me Sell White(Ya Dig)
Re Up And Move That Shit In One Night(Ya Dig)
Got A Chevy Sitten On 24's(Ya Dig)
Hit The Club And Grab A Couple Of Them Hoes(Ya Dig)
Every Nigga Round Me Rock Ice(Ya Dig)
Re Up And Move That Shit In One Night(Ya Dig)
Lean Wit It(Lean Wit It)Rock Wit It(Rock Wit It)
Na I Aint Danceing Im Just Wipping Them Grams Up
Got The Stove On Medium Im Chefing Them Yams Up
Gotta Nigga Waiting At The Store Anutha At My Trap House
Weigh It ,Bag It,Tie It,Then I Smash Out
I Betcha Cant Do It Like Me (No)
Strecht Four Ways Like Laffy Taffy
Betta Come Back White Like Fabos Glasses
This Buisness As Usually Im A Usually Suspect
Not Carlettos But Jeezy Way You Want A 125
And Thats Easy Pay Im Out Just Re'ed Up Yesterday.
Lean Wit It(Lean Wit It)Rock Wit It(Rock Wit It)
Body Rock Body Rock Choppa Make Ya Body Rock
Monday Night Magic City Throw Ya Grands On That Hoe
In The Club 100 Deep Thowin Grands On The Flow
Meet Me At The Mall Its Going Down
Slick Pulla Off Probation Bout To Clown Got Stacks On Deck
And Tha Work Around The Corner I Still Keep It At My Aunty House
Now Get It Right Wip The Yams And Let The Pyrex Lean
Could You Believe This Bitch Ask Me To See My Grill
They Say Shawty Stay Wit She A Beast In The Bed
My Partner Turned Me On He Said Her Name Was Block Head (Ha Ha)
8.Mr. 17.5
Lyricist：Don Cannon, Jay Jenkins, Leon Ware
Let's do it
New shoes on the range rover, good one man
Mother＊＊＊ acting like I ain't supposed to shine
I ain't the one, definitely not the two
One in the chamber when we're aiming at you
The young Bob Barker, the price is right
If you C.O.D. then you could get them tonight
Put the fish scale on the scale
If Roy went postal, all he do is check mail
Low key, under the radar, triple black 'Vet, I call it the
stealth
No currency machine, I could count it myself
Almost done, another quarter million in ones
Thunder storm in the body tap, look what I've done
Chump change, I make it rain for fun wussup
Snow man, getcha hands up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the
pots
Snow man, getcha hands up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the
pots
I get them bars out of the back of my mind
I reminisce like Mary J
Even in the drought, the boy kept that yay
A hundred percent served, snowman's word
You can play my thug and my clientele, why
I'm addicted to that new car smell
White cookies in a plastic bag
New shoes on the coupe with the paper tag
Whole life flash right before your eyes
See the state troopers and get butterflies
Got a thing for them Heckler and Koches
A minute 14 and Rolex watches
Somewhere in the back of my secret deranged brain
I get a rush when I tote that 'cane
Get money, ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊ them haters
All we fear is the discovery and Inditement papers, wussup
Snow man, getcha hands up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the
pots
Snow man, getcha hands up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the
pots
I'm a grown ＊＊＊ man, I stand on my own two
200,000 cash, I'm buying my own team
Right to your front door, operation so sweet
I like little dude who keeps his money so neat
But I still bury a ＊＊＊
Put The Mask on, Jim Carey a ＊＊＊
Swede ends in the Chevy, got me feelin' awkward
Careful with the sweets, don't burn my seats
You could live your whole life and not come close
Guess that's why these rap ＊＊＊ take notes
Recite my adlibs, borrow my quotes
Make me I hop a ＊＊＊, serve them with the toast
Next, they be dressing like me
But back in '93, they wasn't stressing like me, wussup
Snow man, getcha hands up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the
pots
Snow man, getcha hands up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the
pots
9.I'm Back
Sorry fa Cussin
I'm back Mr. Magic City
Blow on color purp I make it rain on your forehead
You woulda thought a fan the way I blow that money
You woulda thought I had a plan the way I throw that money
(Jyeah)I'm(Jyeah)I'm(Jyeah) I'm (Jyeah)
I'm back Mr. Magic City
Blow on color purp I make it rain on your forehead
You woulda thought a fan the way I blow that money
You woulda thought I had a plan the way I throw that money
The Feds outside and they checking his tag
But still the boy move with a hell of a swag
It's like the soundtrack to my life
Everyday I'm under investigation
But I will not stop so you can stop the hating
What more can I say it's like my gift and my curse
To fell or succeed I don't know what's worse (shit)
I don't know what's worse (aaa)
Agents tryna find a glitch in my matrix
One slip and I'm back to the basics
Red or blue pill what would you do？
When the same niggas you love got hate in their blood
I know God's watching over me so is the Feds
When love turns to hate and niggas rather you dead
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
All that I've done will you protect my life？
Maybe, maybe not, until then I keep an extra clip for that Glock
You wanna see my bank statement
10.Holla
Quit acting shorty,
you know you wanna holla
You know you wanna holla
you know you wanna holla
(x2)
I'ma a real ghetto star baby you ever been with one of those
04 Cayenne, you ever rode in one of those
I ain't looking for a wife, I'm looking for a fun girl
Dress her up and treat her nice, bring her to my fun world
I know you probably hungry baby we can grab a bite then
Later on tonight, introduce you to my gangsta friends
The first time I saw ya girl, gangsta had to stop and look
Lately you've been on my mind, me and you a good look
No strings girl, no pressure, I just wanna see you smile
I ain't even tryna stress ya
And I know what ya thinkin',
how can a nigga this hood
Just say the right things, make you feel so good
chorus：(x2)
Quit acting shorty,
you know you wanna holla
You know you wanna holla
you know you wanna holla
Look at you girl, I'm feelin' you girl
Let's hit the club tonight, bring ya crew girl
Later on I wanna see what ya taste like (what ya taste like)
Break the swisher down and get higher than the moonlight
(Step with ya favorite thug)
You know it's real girl(Got me wanna beat it up)
You know the deal girl
I love ya caramel tone, the way you carry yourself
You so damn grown
Ya two-steppin' and it's turning me on,
ya make me wanna give it to ya baby all night long
Ya got ya 7 jeans on with no thongs
It ain't even that serious, girl ya dead-ass wrong
chorus
Yeah I'm young, I know the game baby (game baby)
Whatever happens, I won't say a thang baby (thang baby)
Why you acting all tough girl,
I bet you the type that like it rough girl (rough girl)
Or do you like it slow baby,
it's all good, just let a gangsta know baby (let a gangsta know
baby)
I love the way you moan,
never have I heard my name in that many tone
Just keep it wet, it makes the sex better (sex better)
Hit the blunt, it make the sex better
Bed,breakfast, pancakes, cheese, eggs, bacon
When I'm finish wit ya, I'ma leave ya legs shakin'
chorus
11.Trap Or Die 2
Jeezy, I know you ain't gon' let this shit go down like this
nigga＊
I'm hearin' these niggaz in the club, niggaz soundin' like you
nigga
Bitin' your motherfuckin' ad-libs, bitin' your motherfuckin'
style nigga
What the fuck goin' on nigga？
You better check these motherfuckin' niggaz, mayne
Real fuck with real nigga and these niggaz
Ain't real out here on these motherfuckin' streets nigga
Especially these fuck ass industry niggaz mayne
Nigga we been doin' this shit since ninety-five
Last time I checked I was the man on these streets
They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats
Got diarrhea flow, now I shit on niggaz, geah
Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggaz, let's get it
Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom
Stay blowin' purple shit that keep me high like the moon
Yeah, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hitman
I'm a hater like you, fuck my wristband
Nigga sneak this and that ain't how we play
Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ, that's right
Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin' got a gangsta
grill
Went from old school Chevys to Beamer coupes
Got a hundred niggaz with me and everybody gon' shoot, yeah
Try me nigga, that's your first mistake
Eat your lil' ass up like a chanterelle plate
The whole pie like Domino's, yes indeed
I'm tryna stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese, hey
You can try dawg but it ain't easy, nope
Mix the flake with the soul, you got Young Jeezy, damn
You still wanna talk blow man？
Soft white like Alaska, call me snowman
Smoke purp' by the pound, O's by the fifth
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga
And these hoes love a nigga 'cause they know that we the truth
Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga
Post on the block, rain, sleet, snow, sunny
Slow motion, don't nothin' move but the money, geah
Trap all day, day, with no lunch breaks, nope
It's dinner time but a gangsta cookin' pancakes
Rubberbands when we wrap them stacks
Time to ship it outta town, you know Saran's the wrap, yeah
Think ahead in case the K-9's get loose, geah
In the tubes like the ties on my Mongoose, hey
Smoke purp' by the pound, O's by the fifth
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga
And these hoes love a nigga 'cause they know that we the truth
Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga
Yeah, back up in the hood again, where it's all good again
Ridin' candy slab, grippin' on the wood again
Outta line niggaz get back in place where you should've been
In case you don't understand, I'm a make it understood again
King of the underground, my gangsta will never fail
You 'bout to make me go postal for fuckin' with my mail
You got the connect but you ain't got the clientele
You the hoax and niggaz know it, that shit ain't hard to tell
Rat bitch, recognize that your cheese ain't been to sales
I'm finna break some bread with the feds？ You dumb as hell
I been around the block before, sold it all from rock to blow
And I don't fuck around when the feds in town I got to go
Respect my mind 'cause I'm a trill old schooler
Summer time get too hot, I wait for winter when it's cooler
U.G.K. for life, free the Pimp, you know the deal
In P.A.T. it's trap or die and we ain't down for gettin' killed
Smoke purp' by the pound, O's by the fifth
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga
And these hoes love a nigga 'cause they know that we the truth
Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga
12.I Got This (Don't Worry)
Produced：Beewirks
Chorus：~Young Jeezy~]
We getting money over here what it do pimpin＊
See you boys tipping but you boys ain't tipping
Hold up a yeah it's something wrong wit it
If the money gon' nigga be the fuck on wit it
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 my self-esteem
Nigga I'm the shit and if I ain't y'all let me think what think
Matter of fact tell the waitress let me drink what 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
If you feeling like a pimp dog gon' brush ya shoulders off
I'm 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 you and me 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
I gotta stable full of hoes and a trap full of dealers
A house full of bloods and a house 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
I'm posted up on a corner like a street light
Making sure 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 a halfs
Even them old things grinding on them hash
Folding for doe mane
We all in the dope game
Buying and selling
You haters buying and telling
But what is my niggaz yelling
13.24-23
Yeah!＊
Oh this shit right here nigga
This thug motivation-103
(I'm on my way)
I'm a tell these niggas what I'm doing
I said Im sitting here chillin with this roley on my arm
What I paid for this it shouldve came with an alarm
Yeah I'm tryna fuck baby don't be alarmed
I used to pay Kobe but now I pay Lebron
Let's go!
See I'm sitting here chillin with this roley on my arm
What I paid for it shouldve came with an alarm
Yeah baby I'm tryna fuck baby don't be alarmed
See I used to play Kobe but now I play Lebron
Kobe, Lebron, Kobe, Lebron
Yeah I used to play Kobe until I played lebron
Kobe, Lebron, Kobe, Lebron
24, 23 y'all niggas remember me
Y'all niggas remember who？
Summer of 02'
Came doing that white thang
They ain't know what to do
They ain't know what to think
I ain't know how to feel
And I ain't even have a deal then dog let's keep it real
And whilevwe at it nigga let's just keep it trill
Still the realest nigga in it homie how you feel？
I said I'm feeling like a million bucks
Make me go to Footlocker and buy about a million chucks
(damn) Uh Oh! They say the club is off the chain
I'm on my louie shit fuck some gucci mane
These niggas still on my dick
They like some groupies mane
Can't keep they lips closed
They worse than coochies mane
And that fruity lookin stupid like some coogi mane
Let you trick me out these streets
You must be stupid mane
Tell em this ain't what he want not the boy snow
But between me and you I think the boy slow (ha ha)
Y'all niggas remember that money before rap
Niggas round my way call me Mr. Penny and a Sac
Them Boyz N Da Hood they call a nigga Mr. Bring It Back
Mr. Go and Get It anywhere you know I keep a map (Yeah)
They say it's going down tonight I hope I make it back
He say he reeing up now you know I'm loving that
She say it's going down tonight you know I'm fucking that
And ain't no shit and？ Me you know I'm fucking strapped
Uh Oh! They say the club is off the chain
Straight shots to the head fuck some juice mane
Ask the real niggas in the city who got the juice mane
These niggas talking bout they work but where they proof mane
Y'all know these niggas clowns and I'm the truth mane
If this is what your going for then what's the use mane
Tell em this ain't what they want not the boy snow
But between me and you I think them boys slow
Y'all niggas remember when I used to get it in
V.P. West End
Pull up with a light tent
Fall up in the spot
All that I'm light skinned (ha ha)
Couple hundred karrots and all that's on my skin
You niggas get the picture of what I've written den
Pardon me (why) Feds takin snap shots
Ain't been there 30 minutes spent the half block (damn)
Uh Oh! The club is still off the chain
Don't stop there where the after party mane
Jizzle who you tryna invite mane
Everybody mane
This is my summer and I'm killing everybody mane
So I'm a be out in every hood
Hollering at everybody
And I'm a be in every spot nigga and every party
See this is what they want yeah that boy snow
But between me and you I think them hoes slow (ha ha)
14.Trump
Came through wyling in the Valley
And the shit I'm smoking on come from cali,
Inhale, exhale, need an ashtray
Paid for a Lamborghini with my ashtray
Richest nigga in my hood： call me Donald Trump
The type that count my money while I smoke a blunt
Pull up and serve a nigga 9 with the pump
Keep that money on my mind, kilo in the trunk
Kilo in the trunk, I got a kilo in the trunk
Richest nigga in my hood, I'm the Donald Trump
Pull up and serve a nigga 9 with the pump
2.5 for the condo
Neighbors think I play ball： they call me Rondo
Top of the world, nigga fuck a hater
I'm the shit nigga, Louis V toilet paper
Now everything's platinum, fuck a silver spoon
I can watch a Braves game from my living room
2 AK's by my shark tank,
Only feed them Rosé, That's what my sharks drink,
Got a red bitch, all she wear is red bottoms
Red forgys on the Rarri, we call em red bottoms,
200 Inch screen take up the whole wall,
And when I send my bitch to shop she get the whole mall,
I should paint it camouflage and call it 'Rambo'
Young flying flashy, Hes the ladies choice,
I'm 'bout to buy the Hawks, In my birdman's voice,
Got a hundred put away, for my Louis V,
Thats a hundred for the case, Cuz the Louis was free,
I'm into big boy salary, It got hundreds in it,
My new crib in Atlanta. , It got hundreds in it,
I felt sorry for my maid, I gave that girl a raise,
She said you got too many J's, I be cleaning for days,
200 Inch screen take up the whole wall,
And when I send my bitch to shop, She get the whole mall
And when I send my pistol
Ducktape the work, Bird's going to work,
Shittin' on the work, puttin in the work,
Majored in the game, dumping out a Range,
Moving whole things, Spittin' fire flames,
Hittin'' em high and low, fuck goin' to court,
Picture no-show, Trunk full of dope,
Higher than a feeling, Money is the word,
Kill em where he stand, Hit em with some birds,
Chicken in the coup, Landed in the sand (Sand)
Money, Tool in hand (hand), Execute the plan (plan),
Hundred Thousand whips (whips), Garbage full of cash (cash)
Donald Trump shit, Blood rich gang.
15.Real As It Gets
Yeah, see it's that
It's that Blueprint 3 shit right here
It's that TM 103 shit right here
You ready ？ You ready Hov' ？ Let's go ! (Hands up !)
Allow me to re-introduce myself
At the same time re-introduce my wealth
At the same time rejuvenate the game
It's for my ol'dawg niggas that's used to 'caine
Not what B-dawg said, I respect the game
GD's, vice lords, crips the same
And I know you're 'bout to say this off the chain
Tell 'em fake trappin' ass niggas stay out my lane
See I ain't dead or in jail, I can't complain
And when these fake niggas gone, I shall remain
And if you just tunin' in, let me explain
You know i keep that 47 who (？？？)
These niggas way too far, I played the game
And if you listen hard enough I say some things
And when that sack got low, I shave them things
And put 'em right back together, I made them things
Put your sacks in the air if you represent your click
Money in the air if you ever hear the lick, baby
Put your hands in the air, if you know that you that bitch
Say you looking for the real, hey well this is real as it gets
Hey! Hey! Ohh! Ohh! (x2)
This is real as it gets
Hey! Hey! Ohh! Ohh! (x2)
This is real as it gets
Wassup, wassup (x3)
I got it Jeezy
Now where the south side at, wassup, wassup
Where the west coast at, put your W's up
Where my east coast niggas that hustle to live
And all my niggas up north that's doin' it big
Oh yeah I'm rare, I'm aware that I'm rare
I rap and I'm real, I'm one of the few here
These other boys lyin', I wonder if y'all care
They stories out this world, I wonder if y'all hear
But don't really matter as long as they stay clear
Clear of the real shit we doin' over here
When my nigga get home, I'm gonna send him a Lear
For all the time he been down, get him right up in the air
With a couple of broads get him right up in the air
Mile high club get him right up in there
Send my nigga some gear like he never missed a year
By the time you hear this song, he'll be standing right here
Real nigga shit there !
Put your sacks in the air if you represent your click
Money in the air if you ever hear the lick, baby
Put your hands in the air, if you know that you that bitch
Say you looking for the real, hey well this is real as it gets
Hey! Hey! Ohh! Ohh! (x2)
This is real as it gets
Hey! Hey! Ohh! Ohh! (x2)
This is real as it gets
A hundred million to the good and I'm still talkin' yayo
At a snails pace I won this race that y'all trail
Uh, uh, Blueprint's for sale
Followin' my footprints you can't fail
Set sail, I used to duck shots but now I eat quail
I'll probably never see jail
Each tale contains more of the truth
Of the statue allows me to go into detail
Uh, close your eyes you can smell
Hov's the audio equivalent of braille
That's why they feel me in the favelas in Brazil
And water-house 'cause real recognize real
Rrraaahhh !
You know me, I don't need no introductions
Call me make a lil' somethin' out of nothin'
Anywhere you go, we're the topic of discussion
Damn, that's gotta be disgustin'
Err, shit make me wanna throw up
It's big boy music, it should make me wanna grow up
Flows like selvage, it just make me wanna pour up
And is it just me or this makes you wanna roll up
A big fat one, then unpack one
Then unwrap one, peel back one
They use to call me Jizzle when they step in the middle
And you can tell the color when it's damp in the middle
Wassup !
Put your sacks in the air if you represent your click
Money in the air if you ever hear the lick, baby
Put your hands in the air, if you know that you that bitch
Say you looking for the real, hey well this is real as it gets
Hey! Hey! Ohh! Ohh! (x2)
This is real as it gets
Hey! Hey! Ohh! Ohh! (x2)
This is real as it gets
16.Still On It
Lyricist：Jay Jenkins, Tracey Sewell
I'm back ＊＊＊ ya, this sounds like one ＊＊＊
I ain't tryna sell a 10 million copies ＊＊＊
I'm tryna sell a million 10 times ＊＊＊
I told you ＊＊＊, I do dis ＊＊＊, I do this ＊＊＊, what you say ＊＊＊
I told you mutha＊＊＊＊＊＊ I'll be right back
Shootin' dice in my hood must of lost 8 stack
Ain't nuttin' to a G hop back in my may back
But I'm only riding this 'cause the Chevy's in the shop
5 0 2 with the chrome 'n seats, I'm so excited
Ya damn right I can't wait
It's my birthday I got big cake, that's right
Rubrix Cube you know we keep dem white squares
Catch me in the e a mill lookin' fo' dem bucks
They pay a 24, I'm on my way wit tha ducks
26 inches make you sit up like a truck
I use to give a damn but I never gave a ＊＊＊, dats wutsup
I said dat D boy bulls＊＊＊ yeah, I'm still on it
I gotta half a brick left do anybody want it
They goin' for da 10, you can get 'em for da 8
Just holla atcha boy when you tryna get straight
I said dat D boy bulls＊＊＊ yeah, I'm still on it
Think I gotta needle left, do anybody want it
They goin' for da 5, you can get 'em for da 4
We keep it round here just let a ＊＊＊ know
I'm on the block all day with them blocks all day
Straight splurge up in linen, I shop all day
Shut down champs did the food in product
Ya it's just a white tee but the shoes is product
I gotta bag full of stones 'n a pocket full of pills
Call me da x-men keep a pocket full of pills
Imagine this so much ice 'n a watch, how much？
You would of thought time froze
Welcome to my life ya the first episode
Never miss a beat, I gotta mini time code
Still count a quarter mill wit my f＊＊＊＊＊' eyes closed
In one hand behind my back get a f＊＊＊＊＊' blind fold
I said dat D boy bulls＊＊＊ yeah, I'm still on it
I gotta half a brick left do anybody want it
They goin' for da 10, you can get 'em for da 8
Just holla atcha boy when you tryna get straight
I said dat D boy bulls＊＊＊ yeah, I'm still on it
Think I gotta needle left, do anybody want it
They goin' for da 5, you can get 'em for da 4
We keep it round here just let a ＊＊＊ know
I'm so hot you know ＊＊＊ ain't cool
The boy get new money like the first day of school
Stay fresh like the first day of class
Two bricks 'n three choppas sold in one stash
It'll cost ya 40 grand and ya gotta pay cash
Dem blunts burn slow but that paper come fast
The garbage man you ＊＊＊ n＊＊＊＊＊ so trash
I'm first place you ＊＊＊ n＊＊＊＊＊＊ so last
In I'm back to the future ＊＊＊ n＊＊＊＊＊＊ so past
I know what you thinkin' dat mutha＊＊＊＊＊＊ so fast
Dat boy Young Jeezy I'm suppose to cut
Instead of gettin' money ＊＊＊ dis how you suppose to look
I said dat D boy bulls＊＊＊ yeah, I'm still on it
I gotta half a brick left do anybody want it
They goin' for da 10, you can get 'em for da 8
Just holla atcha boy when you tryna get straight
I said dat D boy bulls＊＊＊ yeah, I'm still on it
Think I gotta needle left, do anybody want it
They goin' for da 5, you can get 'em for da 4
We keep it round here just let a ＊＊＊ know
17.Dreamin'
Lyricist：Larry Dwayne Batiste, Andrew Harr, Jermaine Jackson, Jay W
Jenkins, Clayton Clayt Richardson, Bill Summers
This one for the hood right here
Song dedicated anybody out there that got some dreams
Don't give up on your dreams real talk
Ready kids, let's go
Dreamin', yeah, dreamin', yeah
Dreamin', dreamin', yeah
Dreamin', yeah, dreamin', yeah
Born September 28, my life far from great
No food on the table, so we far from steak
But I'm so close to jail, it feels like I'm so close to hell
Mom's smoking ＊＊＊, same s＊＊＊ I'm selling
So who's wrong, her or me
She addicted to the high, I'm addicted to the cash
I almost put my hands on her when I caught her in my stash
How could I do her like that, Lord knows I'm wrong
Why would I do her like that, Lord know she's strong
I know it's been hard but we made it baby
Ten years clean, so she's still my lady, I must be dreamin'
Dreamin', I must think about it
Man I must be dreamin'
I must think about it, dreamin'
Dreamin', I must think about it
Man I must be dreamin'
I must think about it, dreamin', dreamin'
One thing about it, I got love for you hommie
Two things about it, I'll take a slug for you hommie
Look at you now your a business man
I'm proud of you dog, handle your business man
You like tha brother, I never ever had
You try your best and I still get mad
We risked it all together, been through it all together
Caught cases and we're still together
Headed OG, I sleep while you drive
Me and my dog yeah, we're chippin' on fire
Remember back when we shared our clothes
Look at us now ＊＊＊ we sell out shows, I must be dreamin'
Dreamin', I must think about it
Man I must be dreamin'
I must think about it, dreamin'
Dreamin', I must think about it
Man I must be dreamin'
I must think about it, dreamin'
I was young and dumb wit a pocket full of cash
Posted on tha block wit a pocket full of glass
Full speed, still runnin' from my past
But it's starting to catch up, yeah, it's gaining on my a＊＊
There's two types of ＊＊＊ predator and prey
I'm a predator, I pray 3 times a day
Mat Lue once said one day you'll have kids
And how you gon' explain all that ＊＊＊ you did
I'm a soul survivor far from a crook
She always said I was a lot smarter than I look
So I took my dreams and made it some thousands
Then I took my life and made it an album, I must be dreamin'
Dreamin', I must think about it
Man I must be dreamin'
I must think about it, dreamin'
Dreamin', I must think about it
Man I must be dreamin'
I must think about it, dreamin'
Dreamin', I must think about it
Man I must be dreamin'
I must think about it, dreamin'
Dreamin', I must think about it
Man I must be dreamin'
I must think about it, dreamin'
Dreamin', I must think about it
Man I must be dreamin'
I must think about it, dreamin'
Dreamin', I must think about it
Man I must be dreamin'
18.Then What (ft. Mannie Fresh)
Lyricist：Jay Jenkins, B. Thomas
Go
Boom boom clap
Boom boom clap
Boom boom clap
Fre-fre-fre-fresh
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, 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 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, goddamn I'm paid
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
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？
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
Catch Snowman in the kitchen wit his cookin' ass, chea
I'm so clean but I'm so grindin', alright
So dirty but yet, I'm so shinin'
My nigga, 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
Nigga, I can't lose, the whole city's behind me
Go
Boom boom clap
Boom boom clap
Boom boom clap
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 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
We pop Cris', my niggaz and still drink beer
What did you expect man, I came from nothin'
Real street nigga, wouldn't change for nothin'
Got my niggaz out the hood, it's such a wonderful feeling
Three car garage wit the twelve foot ceiling
It oughta be a crime, just to feel this good
I swear it oughta be a crime just to be this hood
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
19.Tear That Pussy Up
Lyricist：Jay Jenkins, Tracy Sewell, Renaldo Whitman
Jeezy？
What up
Where you at？
Shit I'm in tha hood where you think I'm at man ya kno, shit
Still comin' ova？
Eh man what I tell ya earlier man I'll be through there man
Uhh, I've been watin' for ya since you left me
Sss, that's how you feel？
Hum hum hum, yeah
Red dogs hit my trap, got me four a half a song
Been trappin' all day, can't wait to get home
(I'ma tear that pussy up)
Shawty in the bed she ain't got no panties on
Soon as I hit the door she already know it's on
(Ay, I'ma tear that pussy up)
2 logs, 2 shots of patron, greygoose got her loose
A triple stack and it's on
(I'ma tear that pussy up)
Talking dirty on the chirp, getting my grown man on
(Ay)
Get up in the guts, you know it's on 'til the morning
(I'ma tear that 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 ya man be the freak, he can eat it up
(Ha haa)
Shorty got that fire she ain't let me down yet
(Nope)
Got a Aquafina flow, call it well wet
(Damn)
Baby good with her mouth, says the right things
Got a head on her shoulders, she does the right things
(Ha haa)
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
(Jeahh)
I'm young and thuggin', I don't give a fuck
He can make love to you, I'ma beat it up
Red dogs hit my trap, got me four a half a song
Been trappin' all day, can't wait to get home
(I'ma tear that pussy up)
Shawty in the bed she ain't got no panties on
Soon as I hit the door she already know it's on
(Ay, I'ma tear that pussy up)
2 logs, 2 shots of patron, greygoose got her loose
A triple stack and it's on
(I'ma tear that pussy up)
Talking dirty on the chirp, getting my grown man on
(Ay)
Get up in the guts, you know it's on 'til the morning
(I'ma tear that 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 running her mouth
(Nope)
So I keep it gangsta with her, let her come to the house
(Eyy)
Let her play matter wit slick
When we in the bedroom she like to play with the stick
(Yeah)
Know just how to handle her
(How)
No amateur baby, I got stamina
(Jeahh)
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 tha grass
(Eyy)
Red dogs hit my trap, got me four a half a song
Been trappin' all day, can't wait to get home
(I'ma tear that pussy up)
Shawty in the bed she ain't got no panties on
Soon as I hit the door she already know it's on
(Ay, I'ma tear that pussy up)
2 logs, 2 shots of patron, greygoose got her loose
A triple stack and it's on
(I'ma tear that pussy up)
Talking dirty on the chirp, getting my grown man on
(Ay)
Get up in the guts, you know it's on 'til the morning
(I'ma tear that pussy up)
We pull bad hoes, rip them, push them to the side
'Cuz real players, keep reserves when it's clinch time
Matter fact, my bottom bitch love to ride pine
She know when daddy leave the block, that its cut time
I'm in the trenches, getting riches wit my comrades
We 4 hoes up, like slacks in the player path
Pretty skin, silky hair, plus that ass fat
Fresh kicks on your feet, ya I'm diggin' that
Slick consako, ya boys slingin' wood bitch
You want that straight drop dick, come to the hood bitch
I like scout them ghetto hoes up in 20 grand
'Cuz them the ones be wit that freaky shit man
2 drinks, 3 beans, now she rollin' man
The tool in her throat, I'm just tonsil patrollin' man
True pro's with this shit, we ain't new jacks
We drill hoes and switch 'em up like fitted caps
Red dogs hit my trap, got me four a half a song
Been trappin' all day, can't wait to get home
(I'ma tear that pussy up)
Shawty in the bed she ain't got no panties on
Soon as I hit the door she already know it's on
(Ay, I'ma tear that pussy up)
2 logs, 2 shots of patron, greygoose got her loose
A triple stack and it's on
(I'ma tear that pussy up)
Talking dirty on the chirp, getting my grown man on
(Ay)
Get up in the guts, you know it's on 'til the morning
(I'ma tear that pussy up)
20.Trap Or Die (featuring Bun B)
Lyricist：B Bun, Bernard James Freeman, Jay Jenkins, Demetrius Stewart
Jeezy, I know you ain't gon' let this shit go down like this
nigga
I'm hearin' these niggaz in the club, niggaz soundin' like you
nigga
Bitin' your motherfuckin' ad-libs, bitin' your motherfuckin'
style nigga
What the fuck goin' on nigga？
You better check these motherfuckin' niggaz, mayne
Real fuck wit real nigga and these niggaz
Ain't real out here on these motherfuckin' streets nigga
Especially these fuck ass industry niggaz mayne
Nigga we been doin' this shit since ninety-five
Last time I checked I was the man on these streets
They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats
Got diarrhea flow , now I shit on niggaz, geah
Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggaz, let's get it
Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom
Stay blowin' purple shit that keep me high like the moon
Yeah, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hitman
I'm a hater like you, fuck my wristband
Nigga sneak this and that ain't how we play
Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ, that's right
Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin' got a gangsta
grill
Went from old school Chevys to Beamer coupes
Got a hundred niggaz with me and everybody gon' shoot, yeah
Try me nigga, that's your first mistake
Eat your lil' ass up like a chanterelle plate
The whole pie like Domino's, yes indeed
I'm tryna stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese, hey
You can try dawg but it ain't easy, nope
Mix the flake with the soul, you got Young Jeezy, damn
You still wanna talk blow man？
Soft white like Alaska, call me snowman
Smoke purp' by the pound, O's by the fifth
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga
And these hoes love a nigga 'cause they know that we the truth
Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga
Post on the block, rain, sleet, snow, sunny
Slow motion, don't nothin' move but the money, geah
Trap all day, day, with no lunch breaks, nope
It's dinner time but a gangsta cookin' pancakes
Rubberbands when we wrap them stacks
Time to ship it outta town, you know Saran's the wrap, yeah
Think ahead in case the K-9's get loose, geah
In the tubes like the ties on my Mongoose, hey
Smoke purp' by the pound, O's by the fifth
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga
And these hoes love a nigga 'cause they know that we the truth
Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga
Yeah, back up in the hood again, where it's all good again
Ridin' candy slab, grippin' on the wood again
Outta line niggaz get back in place where you should've been
In case you don't understand, I'ma make it understood again
King of the underground, my gangsta will never fail
You 'bout to make me go postal for fuckin' with my mail
You got the connect but you ain't got the clientele
You the hoax and niggaz know it, that shit ain't hard to tell
Rat bitch, recognize that your cheese ain't been to sales
I'm finna break some bread with the feds？ You dumb as hell
I been around the block before, sold it all from rock to blow
And I don't fuck around when the feds in town I got to go
Respect my mind 'cause I'm a trill old schooler
Summer time get too hot, I wait for winter when it's cooler
U.G.K. for life, free the Pimp, you know the deal
In P.A.T. it's trap or die and we ain't down for gettin' killed
Smoke purp' by the pound, O's by the fifth
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga
And these hoes love a nigga 'cause they know that we the truth
Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga
21.Hypnotize
Lyricist：Jay W Jenkins, Demetrius L Stewart
Class in session when I talk then listen, ya
But you know how it go real n＊＊＊＊＊ pay attention
Ain't talkin' money we speakin' a different language
The hatin' ＊＊＊ gonna be the translators
They move to slow when I think to quick
That's why I Flash like Gordon
I'm light years ahead of you ＊＊＊
That's why I forgot more than you learned
It's my spot, now you better wait your turn
And that yayo, s＊＊＊ that's irrelevant
You can't hide the fact that I'm intelligent
Street smart with the little book sets
A young ＊＊＊ with a lot of common sense
They say I'm shallow but I think so deep, how deep
Deep as the abyss so when you get a minute
Take a look at my wrists wassup
Hypnotized, you are hypnotized
Hypnotized, you are hypnotized
Hypnotized, you are hypnotized
Hypnotized, you are hypnotized
Now I command you ＊＊＊ to get money, hey
Now I command you ＊＊＊ to get money, hey
Now I command you ＊＊＊ to get money, hey
Now I command you ＊＊＊ to get money, hey
Rock ice yeah, ＊＊＊ live life
Can't explain the feeling when I'm ridin' in the Chevy
I'm on top of the world just gives me the chills
Yet I'm big on wheels
A thousand there with the dreams in mills
Then grands at the mall just for thrills
＊＊＊ I get it right back ＊＊＊ that's for real
It's all in the game free throws and fouls
Half a mill in the basement ＊＊＊damn I'm flavored
I want it all no matter the cost
＊＊＊ the consequences ain't nothin' to a boss
Made a lot out of a little something out of nothing
I'm so proud of me put the streets
On top where their supposed to be
The sky is the limit that's what Jesus said
And the limit is the sky, let's slice that pie
Hypnotized, you are hypnotized
Hypnotized, you are hypnotized
Hypnotized, you are hypnotized
Hypnotized, you are hypnotized
Now I command you ＊＊＊ to get money, hey
Now I command you ＊＊＊ to get money, hey
Now I command you ＊＊＊ to get money, hey
Now I command you ＊＊＊ to get money, hey
Hypnotized, you are hypnotized
Hypnotized, you are hypnotized
Hypnotized, you are hypnotized
Hypnotized, you are hypnotized
Now I command you ＊＊＊ to get money, hey
Now I command you ＊＊＊ to get money, hey
Now I command you ＊＊＊ to get money, hey
Now I command you ＊＊＊ to get money, hey
22.I Got Money
Lyricist：Aldrin Davis, Clifford Joseph Harris, Jay Jenkins
All I know is the sky is blue and the Coupe is new
And if ya money's right 'nd the coke is white
The birds fly south every year in the night
Gotta get it how you live mothafuck them hataz
Get 'em, I'm get 'em off like hot potatoes
Good morning Vietnam yeah we tryin' to earn stripes
Get jammed up of one can cost you ya whole life, damn
So say goodnight to the bad guy
Fresh pair of 87 jeans I'm so fly
My seats are suede my luggage is Louie
And every bitch in the projects wanna do me
Snowman's the name 100 grand on the chain
My seats are suede my luggage is Louie
And every bitch in the projects wanna do me 'cause I got money
(You tellin' a joke, I got money, no, I'm serious)
Remember when I couldn't afford no cloths but now a days
A nigga hit the baddest hoes 'cause I got money
(Yeah, yeah, you know I'm serious man, I got money)
The Chevy's sittin' so high but the rims sit low I got 'em from
Baileys
CTE that's the label that pays me, I own that so I pay myself
Being brokes bad for my health, nyquill green 26 inches
Greenbriar mall pulled 26 bitches, that's right
Make a quick stop serve 9 hoes
These are my confessions, I'm a sucker for clothes
That paper stack up if you let it
But I keep fukin' up, I gotta shoe fetish
Bad habits I may walk just every week
Fifty pairs or new Nike's ain't cheap
You know I gotta get the cap to match, new era shit I a town to
that
Throw the bags in the trunk right back to the trap, wassup
My seats are suede my luggage is Louie
And every bitch in the projects wanna do me 'cause I got money
(You tellin' a joke, I got money, no, I'm serious)
Remember when I couldn't afford no cloths but now a days
A nigga hit the baddest hoes 'cause I got money
(Yeah, yeah, you know I'm serious man, I got money)
See me in the drive off 30 down town evening Houston
It caught a flat tire had to leave it in Houston
And then ran out of gas in the blue GT
The minute we leave I cop the new GT
So now balla wouldn't call caught him livin' a lie
Hey, you can't help to spend it pimpin' if you gettin' it right
Listen if you be gettin' what I be gettin' tonight
You too would be high as a kite blowin' Dro on a flight
Oh, I'm g 4'in at my 7 ay commercial ight
Just security being a bitch can't get in with this
But everything 100 million again
I'm in a vanquish tell that nigga fo' she begin to sins
My seats are suede my luggage is Louie
And every bitch in the projects wanna do me 'cause I got money
(You tellin' a joke, I got money, no, I'm serious)
Remember when I couldn't afford no cloths but now a days
A nigga hit the baddest hoes 'cause I got money
(Yeah, yeah, you know I'm serious man, I got money)
23.J.E.E.Z.Y.
Lyricist：Jay Jenkins, Demetrius L Stewart
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood
All's well that ends well
Outside watering their lawn and you know
Birds are chirping, dogs are barking, it's beautiful
That may be your hood but this is my hood
(It's my hood nigga let's go)
Got the red dogs trippin' and these niggaz still snitchin'
The old lady across the street still bitchin'
It's 3 in the mornin' take your old ass to sleep
The third time she's called the police this week
Lookin' at my Franck Muller, it's about that time
Your folks just left so I'm on my grind
Said you wanna two-fifty 'cause you need that nine
I want that bread but I don't need that dime
Charger fresh out the shop with that suicide doors
Swear I died and came back alive
With 22 inches all under the frame
Keep my pocket full of bread, you'll niggaz know the name
Jeezy like to drink, Jeezy like to smoke
Jeezy like to mix arm and hammer with his coke
Jeezy at the trap, Jeezy like to grind
Jeezy 'bout his paper 'cause Jeezy like to shine
Jeezy like to drink, Jeezy like to smoke
Jeezy like to mix arm and hammer with his coke
Jeezy at the trap, Jeezy like to grind
Jeezy 'bout his paper 'cause Jeezy like to shine, so
Sold those squares yeah, I cooked them o's
Guilty as charged yeah, I rock them shows
I can't even lie yeah, I fucked them hoes
Trapped all day spent it all on clothes
Shop all day till the mall is clothed
Come back to the trap to get my pockets swoll
Fruitopia, smoke blueberry
Mix it with the purp, we call it cranberry
The Bin Laden clips yeah, they came with the chopper
Got a slick mouth, I hope you came with a doctor
The boy stacks cheese like it came with the whopper
Stay fly like I came in a chopper, what's up
Jeezy like to drink, Jeezy like to smoke
Jeezy like to mix arm and hammer with his coke
Jeezy at the trap, Jeezy like to grind
Jeezy 'bout his paper 'cause Jeezy like to shine
Jeezy like to drink, Jeezy like to smoke
Jeezy like to mix arm and hammer with his coke
Jeezy at the trap, Jeezy like to grind
Jeezy 'bout his paper 'cause Jeezy like to shine, so
Ain't shit shakin' but the leaves in the trees
Between me and you I got a deal on the ki's
Six in one run, laid a mil on the trees
Hit the broad every night, keep a plug on the white
Mr. 17 5, you niggaz know the name
Why y'all playin', y'all know it ain't a game
This is me motherfucker, why would I ever change
A hundred and twenty carats, you niggaz see the chain
I'm a bathing ape fanatic, red monkey junkie
Glass pots on the stove, got the kitchen smellin' funky
I sold a million records but I still flip them blocks
On the TV every day but I'm still pop them glocks
Jeezy like to drink, Jeezy like to smoke
Jeezy like to mix arm and hammer with his coke
Jeezy at the trap, Jeezy like to grind
Jeezy 'bout his paper 'cause Jeezy like to shine
Jeezy like to drink, Jeezy like to smoke
Jeezy like to mix arm and hammer with his coke
Jeezy at the trap, Jeezy like to grind
Jeezy 'bout his paper 'cause Jeezy like to shine, so
Jeezy like to drink, Jeezy like to smoke
Jeezy like to mix arm and hammer with his coke
Jeezy at the trap, Jeezy like to grind
Jeezy 'bout his paper 'cause Jeezy like to shine
Jeezy like to drink, Jeezy like to smoke
Jeezy like to mix arm and hammer with his coke
Jeezy at the trap, Jeezy like to grind
Jeezy 'bout his paper 'cause Jeezy like to shine, so
24.U Know What It Is
Lyricist：Jay Jenkins, Demetrius L Stewart
Ay bruh, I'ma tell you on some real shit homie
You know what I'm sayin', you can't let this shit get to you dog
Know what I'm sayin', it ain't no pressure out there my nigga
Everybody fucks with you 'cause of what you do my nigga
What you say, what you speak on these motherfuckin' beats nigga
Only thing I can motherfuckin' tell you on some real G shit
Is to stay focused and let these niggaz know you still the
Realest nigga alive, you could see it in my eyes
I ain't playin' wit 'em homie, yeah I'm strapp't when I ride
You real nigga yeah, he keep it way hood
To govern a bitch, I make Georgia look good
Those a hundred proof, nigga tell you different, he a liar
Drop 1 album, set the world on fire
I will not stop and I won't retire
You niggaz smoke good, but I stay higher
Take 'em back to the white lex bubble
Could of told back then that dem boys was in trouble
Trend setter like the boy Don Can
I started makin' dollars then it started makin' cents
I used to share my room with the roaches and the rats
My lil' cousin Paul and my uncle, Po' Slick
Used to get 'em by the hundreds nigga, you can ask Slick
Bet Jeezy pack the dough homie just like Vick, u know what it is
I can't even lie a day like this
Hey, it's gonna be a hell of a night
Homie u know what it is
'Cause I'm so fly, ya eyes don't lie
You fukin' wit a gangsta tonight
Baby, u know what It is
I can't even lie a day like this
Hey, it's gonna be a hell of a night
Homie u know what it is
'Cause I'm so high, my eyes don't lie
You fuckin' wit a gangsta tonight
Baby, u know what it is
I gave 'em my heart, they lent me they ears
The best gangsta shit that you've heard in years
I try to told dem niggaz keep one in the plastic
July 26, ya boy delivered a classic
I walk through the fire, in gasoline doors
I dun seen everything nigga, and I dun sold it all
New whips every month, nigga I dun drove it all
Pocket full of bread, nigga bet I blow it all
And then we go to jail, and think about it all
Nuthin' else to do, so we ball till we fall
Baby on the way, I'm just waitin' on the call
Told her bring her friends, we gon' run through 'em all
Let's get it, she know what it is
I can't even lie a day like this
Hey, it's gonna be a hell of a night
Homie u know what it is
'Cause I'm so fly, ya eyes don't lie
You fukin' wit a gangsta tonight
Baby, u know what It is
I can't even lie a day like this
Hey, it's gonna be a hell of a night
Homie u know what it is
'Cause I'm so high, my eyes don't lie
You fuckin' wit a gangsta tonight
Baby, u know what it is
I'm ya hoods last hopes, I'm the El' Capi'tan
Ask about me in the city, I'm the motherfuckin' man
Head above war, we call it 10 doors down
We hustle right here, work 10 doors down
Live life like a lottery, I call it the big game
Invesignate it for me, I call it the big change
I sleep when I'm gone, yeah I'm tryna get to it
It's like a Nike champagne the way ya' boy just do it
Aye, the paper keeps coming, yeah, it flows like fluid
Get a 50 pack and we run right through it
Make dem boys tuck it in 'cause I'm all iced out
87-32 yeah, you know what I'm about, u know what it is
I can't even lie a day like this
Hey, it's gonna be a hell of a night
Homie u know what it is
'Cause I'm so fly, ya eyes don't lie
You fukin' wit a gangsta tonight
Baby, u know what It is
25.It'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, 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
Got the Alpine with the flat screen
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 AR 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
Never scared like T I and Bone Crusher
Any problem, Jeezy take care of it
Them ugly hoes say a nigga arrogant
Real slow is how I drive past
Got everybody looking, sweating like a gym class
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 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 cell phones, who gon' call me dog？
This ain't a movie, we are not actors
Still use a duck ass nigga for target practice
Infrared beam on the Mausberg 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 SL, 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)
26.Keep It Gangsta
Lyricist：Jay Jenkins, Timothy Reese, Darren Stephens
You ＊＊＊ doing way too much ＊＊＊
You tryin' to bite my style, steal my swag
You wanna know how to do it I'll give you the recipe, let's go
I keep it gangsta and they love dat s＊＊＊, hey
I keep it gangsta and they love dat s＊＊＊, hey
I keep it gangsta and they love dat s＊＊＊, hey
If you's a gangsta you gon' love dis s＊＊＊
I keep it gangsta and they love dat s＊＊＊, hey
I keep it gangsta and they love dat s＊＊＊, hey
I keep it gangsta and they love dat s＊＊＊, hey
If you's a gangsta you gon' love dis s＊＊＊
This one's for you and I ain't talking Bud Light, nope
HK ＊＊＊ with that little red light
Whole club bouncing ev'rybody strapped up
Pull it out my pants and make ev'rybody back up
＊＊＊ a record deal the boy just too real
Watch 'em cook it on da stove man the boy got skills
Streets is talking whole hood's whispering
Careful what I say 'cause I know dem folks listening
It's ya boy Mr. 17-5
Lil' mama whole the strap and the work while I drive
Take it out the wrap and I put it on the scale
But keep that on da low 'cause I ain't trying to go to jail
I keep it gangsta and they love dat s＊＊＊, hey
I keep it gangsta and they love dat s＊＊＊, hey
I keep it gangsta and they love dat s＊＊＊, hey
If you's a gangsta you gon' love dis s＊＊＊
I keep it gangsta and they love dat s＊＊＊, hey
I keep it gangsta and they love dat s＊＊＊, hey
I keep it gangsta and they love dat s＊＊＊, hey
If you's a gangsta you gon' love dis s＊＊＊
They call me Slick Manning 'cause my vision's great
Toss shells like pigskins when I squeeze the 8
Think I start for the Braves way I rep the A
Like John Smokes in his prime when I pitch the K
Got the scale in my pocket on a suicide doors
Yams in the strap facing suicide time, let's go
Outlandish wit it man it's stupid how we shine, aye
Catch me in them bunkers with the troops all the time, okay
I heed like Saddam but I'm sick like Ooday
Keeps some youngsters with me and they all 'bout gun play
We been had the streets jammed up to stock
We down south ＊＊＊ but the plugs up top, for real
I keep it gangsta and they love dat s＊＊＊, hey
I keep it gangsta and they love dat s＊＊＊, hey
I keep it gangsta and they love dat s＊＊＊, hey
If you's a gangsta you gon' love dis s＊＊＊
I keep it gangsta and they love dat s＊＊＊, hey
I keep it gangsta and they love dat s＊＊＊, hey
I keep it gangsta and they love dat s＊＊＊, hey
If you's a gangsta you gon' love dis s＊＊＊
(Blood raw I keep it gangsta my ＊＊)
This for gangstas I ain't talking 'bout you bustas
Choppa toaters money gettas naw not you suckas
Coola than a fan, coola than a freezer
Still in da hood ridin' sixes on the Reagal
Still on MLK, still got a side
Still getting money and I'm still in the trap
Lil' mama say she like me plus she know I'm hood
I'm a fool wit laying pipe and she know I'm good
I got a spot for the yay Uncle Pete keep the K's
Auntie Shirley got the money if they rush then we straight
A 732 shawdy leave it in my pager
We ain't talking on dem phones 'cause I know you talking paper
I keep it gangsta and they love dat s＊＊＊, hey
I keep it gangsta and they love dat s＊＊＊, hey
I keep it gangsta and they love dat s＊＊＊, hey
If you's a gangsta you gon' love dis s＊＊＊
I keep it gangsta and they love dat s＊＊＊, hey
I keep it gangsta and they love dat s＊＊＊, hey
I keep it gangsta and they love dat s＊＊＊, hey
If you's a gangsta you gon' love dis s＊＊＊
27.What You Talkin' Bout
Lyricist：Michael Crooms, Corey Denard, Kenneth Gamble, Leon Huff, Jay
Jenkins, Jonathan Rotem
When I done it you know I did it to death
So sit back 'n hold ya breath
I don't know 'bout dem, I really ran these streets
So listen up this shit get deep
You know I'm smokin' the best, I ain't got to brag
The young fly nigga with tha Georgia swag, yeah
The seats swede so is the pipe
And try tell Minisota, show us tha Vikings
Inside so soft can't believe, it's not butter
Snowman bitch did I stu stu studder
Came straight from the hood, right to the big screen
The way da boy ball we'll swear he had hoop dreams
No grants, no scholarships
Had to make my own way, I still stake dem chips
The homie from the block put me down with da knowledge
Straight to tha pros, ya I swerve past college
(What you talkin' bout)
Livin' my life 'n I'ma get it all no matter the price
When I did it you know I done it da best
Sit back and just hold ya breath, just hold ya breath
(What you talkin' bout)
Changin' the game in show you how these rappin' ass niggas is
lames
When I did it you know I done it da best
Sit back and just hold ya breath, just hold ya breath
They say da blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the blacker the rims the sweeter the Coupe
The money goes out that sack comes in
I can't even lie I do it all again
I flip the rap game just like the work
And it was snow white just like my shirt
Counted so much paper, seen so many haters
Seen bricks stacked tall as sky scrapers
Goddamn dats high
Done everything I said so I am that fly
Every dude was a troop tell me who came realer
The word on the street is that I'm still that nigga
(What you talkin' bout)
Livin' my life 'n I'ma get it all no matter the price
When I did it you know I done it da best
Sit back and just hold ya breath, just hold ya breath
(What you talkin' bout)
Changin' the game in show you how these rappin' ass niggas is
lames
When I did it you know I done it da best
Sit back and just hold ya breath, just hold ya breath
Between love 'n hate there's a thin ass line
I think we all can agree last summer was mine
And if ya don't say my name, den you wastin' ya time
And if I don't rub my watch, then I'm wastin' my shine
Spend a hundred on a homie, den sit tha time
A few mill before the deal and I'm still on da grind
The cridits criditsize me 'cause a nigga talkin' yay
I ain't suga coati'n shit this is who I am
Nigga you been to da A, seen me makin' it rain
Seen it wit ya own eyes you know dis shit ain't a game
So you niggas listen closely to what I'm sayin'
If ya game ain't money den I ain't playin'
(What you talkin' bout)
Livin' my life 'n I'ma get it all no matter the price
When I did it you know I done it da best
Sit back and just hold ya breath, just hold ya breath
(What you talkin' bout)
Changin' the game in show you how these rappin' ass niggas is
lames
When I did it you know I done it da best
Sit back and just hold ya breath, just hold ya breath
28.Streets On Lock
Lyricist：Daryl F Hall, Jay W Jenkins, Andre Christopher Lyon, John
William Oates, Marcello Anton Valenzano
Let's get it
These haters just hating they ain't talking 'bout s＊＊＊
I'm a grown a＊＊ man I flip my own ＊＊＊
I don't need yo, help I can own my own ＊＊＊
Ain't no mother＊＊＊ help me write my rhymes
Ain't no nobody pay for my studio time
See me at the top and want to claim my fame
Hunting took my chain yeah, mother＊＊＊ right
You better off saying a ＊＊＊ took my life
Want to assassinate my character but I ain't acting
It ain't adding up so you can't subtracting
B.I.G. said it first more money more problems
The why I see it more problems more money, what's up
I got the streets on lock, Atlanta on my back
I do it for the hood, you got a problem with that
Real homies so this rap s＊＊＊ easy, when I speak
These people believe me 'cause ＊＊＊ I'm Jeezy
I got the streets on lock, Atlanta on my back
I do it for the hood, you got a problem with that
Real homies so this rap s＊＊＊ easy, when I speak
These people believe me 'cause ＊＊＊ I'm Jeezy
Eyes wide shut I don't see these haters
'Cause deep in your heart you want to be me player
Want to stand in my shoes, want to hit my ＊＊＊
Want to live my life, want to rock my shows, no
Ya young punks with ya loose a＊＊ lips
I keep a AR with them loose a＊＊ clips
What type of real G name himself after a bag
Homie you's a hoe, a Loui Vuitton fag
My name ain't ＊＊＊ so keep it out ya mouth
It is what it is look I am Da South, that's right
Big Mac you boys small fries
You just another ＊＊＊ I'm more like the franchise
I got the streets on lock, Atlanta on my back
I do it for the hood, you got a problem with that
Real homies so this rap s＊＊＊ easy, when I speak
These people believe me 'cause ＊＊＊ I'm Jeezy
I got the streets on lock, Atlanta on my back
I do it for the hood, you got a problem with that
Real homies so this rap s＊＊＊ easy, when I speak
These people believe me 'cause ＊＊＊ I'm Jeezy
I was born in the Field raised in Atlanta
Pop busted a ＊＊＊ here so I was made in Atlanta
Mat Lew died so I stayed in Atlanta
Had a plug on the squares got paid in Atlanta
Twenty-two's on the 2-door it sits so right
Ice tray on my wrist yeah, it shines so bright
Make moves in the day and I ball by night
9／11 Porsche I was on that flight
Five nine, six one I call 'em the twin towers
Had them on the triple stack, hit 'em both in the shower
Pedal to the medal 'bout a buck 85
Mr. 17-5 slow head well I drive, what's up
I got the streets on lock, Atlanta on my back
I do it for the hood, you got a problem with that
Real homies so this rap s＊＊＊ easy, when I speak
These people believe me 'cause ＊＊＊ I'm Jeezy
I got the streets on lock, Atlanta on my back
I do it for the hood, you got a problem with that
Real homies so this rap s＊＊＊ easy, when I speak
These people believe me 'cause ＊＊＊ I'm Jeezy
29.Lose My Mind (Remix)
Let's get it shawty＊
Oh this dat shit right here
Wassup wassup
(103)oh!
(Nigga 103)oh!
Dey gon get crunk when dis shit drop in the club nigga
Let's go!
Why ya'll trippin, I'm just fine
12：45, bout dat time
Could'ntget it all week, time to unwind
Drank lose my mind
This shit crazy, way too bad
Rose baby, waste 2 stackz
Hottest thing in the lot, that there mine
Can't spell sober, lost my mind
I'm hearin voices in my head think I'm schitzophrenic
I swear they sayin let's get it from anotha planet
36 a thousand times I'm doin summersaults
Do it right and you can leave ya whole summer off
I'm out my mind, yea a nigga seein double ya'll
Now tell me watz the chance of jizzle fuckin both of ya'll
She said as long as we can do it with ya ice on
If that's the case we might as well leave the lights on
I'm out my mind, just blew a thousand swisher sweets
In my black and orange charger, call it trick or treat
It ain't nothin to a boss, my goons got goons
How stupid dumb big, my rooms got rooms
Do I love these hoes, mmm, kinda sorta
I got em drinking Sangria like it's fucking water
Some Miami women, tan lines showing
And they really bout' whatever shit is mind blowing
Fuck what they talk, do what I say
Bust it open girl, and send it my way
You say you like it like that I think I like it too
Half a million in a week it's only right I do
All seeing eye, my eyes seen it all
I talk a lot a shit, I swear I mean it all
103, and 4 figures to the hater tryna front on me, aghhh
Drop the top, no broad, got da titties out
Mention my name and bring da whole city out
Doing what I do best, d-boy stuntin
New car, old money, d-boy stuntin
Step in cleaner then a new glock-40
Nick name in the A strapped up shawty
You know my nerves bad, trigger like a toothepick
Line wrapped around the corner boy too big
G-Code, black shades and my black chains
But if you wouldn't understand, it's a black thing
You kno we drink that Rose til we black out
Wake up, drink some more, pass back out
30.Bury Me A G
Lyricist：C Brown, K Crowe, Donald French, Millie Jackson, Jay Jenkins,
Justice League, E Ortiz
Four shots to the chest, my niggas get at me
They don' fucked around and fucked up my new white tee
I'm just livin' my life, why they mad at me
Woke up this morning, I ain't see this coming
Should I even bust back, you ain't see me running
I hope heaven got a VIP line
Got some partners in hell that'll sneak me in the back door
You know I hate waitin' in line
Paramedics on the way, but they wastin' they time
Everybody standin' over a nigga, screamin' shit
Damn, y'all give a nigga a second to think
Which one of you niggas shot me, it was one of you bastards
Bet a nigga can't throw a hundred grand in my casket
Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans
A USDA top and a throw away glock
Bury me a G, nothin' more nothin' less
When I get where I'm goin', I just gotta be fresh
Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans
A USDA top and a throw away glock
Bury me a G, nothin' more nothin' less
When I get where I'm goin', I just gotta be fresh
We expect the worst, but hope for the best
But you know how it is, Amen God bless
I can't leave now niggas owe me money
My nigga on the west side owe me 'bout a dub
And my partner with a few, shit he owe a nigga too
I should'a hugged my son, should'a kissed my mother
Spent some time with her, show her I love her
Every night she was prayin' for me, I was in the streets
Active little nigga, should I stay in some beef
Gucci go through some real shit and he really need me
And what about the streets, shit they need me too
I'm on some got Def Jam, shit they owe a nigga too
Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans
A USDA top and a throw away glock
Bury me a G, nothin' more nothin' less
When I get where I'm goin', I just gotta be fresh
Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans
A USDA top and a throw away glock
Bury me a G, nothin' more nothin' less
When I get where I'm goin', I just gotta be fresh
We interrupted our program to bring you this breaking news story
I'm Kelly Washington reporting for WKKT Channel 7
Witnesses say that around 1：45 this morning
Shots were fired out of an Atlanta nightclub
Rapper Young Jeezy was involved in this shooting
But at this time it is unclear whether he was a suspect or the
victim
We'll bring you further details as they become available
Back to you
(Oh, it's hard to believe he's the guy)
I was on my way, I was almost gone
I was almost there, I was almost home
It was some Kanye shit tryna touch the sky
Jesus walks, God testify
I'm a legend like John we're ordinary people
You only get one life, there's no sequel
So you can't take nothing for granted
And don't take granted for nothing
So I gotta thank God for waking me up this morning
And giving me this air to breath
Please Lord forgive me for every gram I sold
Every glock I popped, every rock that I shot
Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans
A USDA top and a throw away glock
Bury me a G, nothin' more nothin' less
When I get where I'm goin', I just gotta be fresh
Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans
A USDA top and a throw away glock
Bury me a G, nothin' more nothin' less
When I get where I'm goin', I just gotta be fresh
Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans
A USDA top and a throw away glock
Bury me a G, nothin' more nothin' less
When I get where I'm goin', I just gotta be fresh
Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans
A USDA top and a throw away glock
Bury me a G, nothin' more nothin' less
When I get where I'm goin', I just gotta be fresh
31.Last Of The Dying Breed
Lyricist：David Darnell Brown, Kevin Cates, Marquinarius Sanc Holmes,
Jay Jenkins, Maurice Young
Last of a dying breed
Last of a dying breed
Welcome to da life of a young thug nigga
Only hang out wit dem criminals and dem drug dealers
I'm from even where da dead die
But try an do it big like da kid from bed stuy
I see death around da corna and I ain't scared
right
Lord a mercy 20 rounds in a clip
Outta line get 20 rounds in ya hip
Shoot first and ask question lata
Da answer is it was all about da paper
And everything da game is shit to lose
And a new forty-five that I'm dyin' to use
Say if ya real like me
Throw ya hoods in da air so da whole wide world can see
Last of a dying breed, last of a dying breed
Last of a dying breed
If ya real like me
Keep that thang on ya hip that's just da 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 da whole world done seen wat I done before
We do anythang when da funds is low
I'm da reason outta town as don't come no mo
Let me show you niggaz how to break down da whole thang
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
Make my mark so da streets gon' rememba me
Now come and git it nigga Cashville Tennekee holla back
Say if ya real like me
Throw ya hoods in da air so da whole wide world can see
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 da way that it's gotta be
Last of a dying breed, last of a dying breed
Last of a dying breed
Some of da dudes we thought was real O.G's was O.D's
'Cause they talk pleas and includin' G's like you and me
The first step was going to set a trap
So in a short period they convince da grand jury to allow a
phone tap
And if they listen in
Not once did they hear us mentioning
Murder and a cocaine distributing
Through all that was dividends comin' in
I'm straightly gettin' betta yet we too smart for ya bullshit
Callin' all cars, it's your brother-in-laws
And tell 'em hurry up and come dem niggaz got gunz
Man down shots fired only fuck niggaz and cops died
First stage of a ride and dem fuck couldn't sneak by
When you on a witnessin' and shit five bitch be quiet
Because they only got what you tell 'em
Was lyin' there dead
Shot in da street all red wit two shots to his head
'Cause he was workin' for da feds
And they last informant informed us they had it out for us
For a bird but he got popped for it
So ride or die for 'em, betta yet you betta kill 'em
'Cause I think he gon get da bitch to tell 'em
And he probably done all ready told
But then again with out a witness dem bitches ain't got shit,
say
If ya real like me
Throw ya hoods in da air so da whole wide world can see
Last of a dying breed, last of a dying breed
Last of a dying breed
If ya real like me
Keep that thang on ya hip that's just da way that it's gotta be
Last of a dying breed, last of a dying breed
Last of a dying breed
32.I Do This Shit
Lyricist：Jay Jenkins, Harvey Miller
Speedy, you a fool for this one, nigga
CTE nigga, you already know what it is
21 gun salute, I 22's on my coupe
The Chevy standin' so tall, I'm lookin' down on y'all
That's all I gotta tell you niggas, I do this shit
The ice shine so bright, the kush burn just right
My last time tellin' you niggas, I do this shit
26's inches, honey dew outside, watermelon inside
Boy, that's a sweet ride
She diggi'n me checkin' out my paint job
And I'm diggin' her, tryna get a blow job
And my job's hard, I keep hard work
Yeah it's hard now but it's soft works
You know off white, flacked up, just pale
China white, oil base, talkin' fish scales
S550, yeah, the brand new Benz, bought two the same color
I call 'em Siamese twins, you can't out shine me
Can't out class me, my wrist so shine but my neck so flashy
The Chevy standin' so tall, I'm lookin' down on y'all
That's all I gotta tell you niggas, I do this shit
The ice shine so bright, the kush burn just right
My last time tellin' you niggas, I do this shit
My paper standin' so tall, you know the boy gon' ball
That's all I gotta tell you niggas, I do this shit
The ice shine so bright, the kush burn just right
My last time tellin' you niggas, I do this shit
I'm with a ganga hoes, yeah papa dose
Chevy sittin' on them large pies, call it Dominoes
Or maybe Pizza Hut or even Papi Johns
They was outta Chris, so ordered none
I was like what, call me Lil John
Keep it so clear, I'm fuckin' don
I'm the shit bitch, thats right the fuckin' bomb
200 carats, now that's a fuckin' charm
And this my lucky charm and I ain't talkin' corn flakes
I know Philly niggas and they ain't sellin' cheese stakes
But if yo bread straight, you can get the whole 8
You don't acttin' right, they coming for your whole safe
The Chevy standin' so tall, I'm lookin' down on y'all
That's all I gotta tell you niggas, I do this shit
The ice shine so bright, the kush burn just right
My last time tellin' you niggas, I do this shit
My paper standin' so tall, you know the boy gon' ball
That's all I gotta tell you niggas, I do this shit
The ice shine so bright, the kush burn just right
My last time tellin' you niggas, I do this shit
The brick's rapped up and I'm strapped up
Nigga act up, get capped up
See this big toy, play if you wanna, nigga
Head over here, you just 'round the corner, nigga
I'm a heavy weight, never boxed one round
In and outta state and never lost one pound
Nigga I'm crazy straight, I flip crazy weight
Now I flip the mic and that's crazy
Trap or die, nigga, that's my favorite tune
I'm always in the kitchen, that's my favorite room
And I'm baking mines, call me Duncan Hines
Ran threw a 100 grand, call it a waste of time
The Chevy standin' so tall, I'm lookin' down on y'all
That's all I gotta tell you niggas, I do this shit
The ice shine so bright, the kush burn just right
My last time tellin' you niggas, I do this shit
My paper standin' so tall, you know the boy gon' ball
That's all I gotta tell you niggas, I do this shit
The ice shine so bright, the kush burn just right
My last time tellin' you niggas, I do this shit
33.Mr. 15
Lyricist：Don Cannon, Jay Jenkins, Leon Ware
New shoes on the Range Rover, good one man
(Vroom)
Motherfuckers acting like I ain't supposed to shine
I ain't the 1, definitely not the 2
(Nope)
1 in the chamber when we aiming at you
(Blaou)
The young Bob Barker, the price is right
If you C O D, then you could get them tonight
Put the fish scale on the scale
If Roy went postal, all he do is check mail
(Ha, ha)
Low key, under the radar
Triple black velvet, yeah I call it the stealth
No currency machine, I could count it myself
Almost done, another quarter million in ones
Thunderstorm in the body tap, look what I've done
Chump change, I make it rain for fun
(Wassup)
Snowman, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17, 5
I take it back to the block,
Back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snowman, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17, 5
I take it back to the block,
Back to the kitchen, back to the pots
I get them bars out of the back of my mind
(That's how)
I reminisce like Mary J
Even in the drought, the boy kept that yay
100 percent served, Snowman's word
You can play my thug and my clientele
(Why？)
I'm addicted to that new car smell
White cookies in a plastic bag
New shoes on the coupe with the paper tag
Whole life flash right before your eyes
See the state troopers and get butterflies
Got a thing for them Heckler and Koches
A minute 14 and Rolex watches
Somewhere in the back of my secret deranged brain
I get a rush when I tote that 'cane
Get money, Nigga fuck them haters
All we fear is the discovery and indictment papers
(Wassup)
Snowman, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17, 5
I take it back to the block
Back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snowman, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17, 5
I take it back to the block
Back to the kitchen, back to the pots
I'm a grown ass man, I stand on my own two
200, 000 cash, yeah, I'm buying my own team
Right to your front door, operation so sweet
I like little dude who keeps his money so neat
But I still bury a nigga
Put The Mask on Jim Carey, a nigga
(Blaou)
Suede ends in the Chevy, got me feelin' awkward
Careful with the sweets, don't burn my seats
You could live your whole life and not come close
Guess thats why these rap niggaz take notes
Rectite my adlibs, borrow my quotes
Make me Ihop a nigga, serve them with the toast
Next, they be dressing like me
But back in '93, they wasn't stressing like me
(Wassup)
Snowman, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17, 5
I take it back to the block
Back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snowman, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17, 5
I take it back to the blocks
Back to the kitchen, back to the pots
34.I'm The Realest
Lyricist：Christopher Jame Gholson, Jay Jenkins
Ride on these niggaz
I ride on these niggaz
I ride on these niggaz
(Ha, ha)
I ride on these niggaz
Let's get it
Super charger, the same color as PJ
(Yeah)
I got a champagne range
Big niggaz offed, I got a night-scope aim
(Bah)
Audio, video, you caught on tape
That's a way to get ya ass sent upstate
(Dayum)
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
(Ha, ha)
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
Nowaday the GT's glock black
(Chea)
The shoes on that muhfucka 3-80 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 streets
(Naw)
What's the difference, I still eat the same
A nigga paranoid, I still sleep the same
You niggaz rappin' 'bout blow like it's a fad
Nigga, this is my life, I ain't tryna set trends
'Cause everybody knows how that brick road ends
Heartless, maybe I need to see the wizard
Until then, Imma make it snow blizzards
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
25 for the four ways, choppaz by the doorways
35.Stop Playin' Wit Me
Stop playin with me (3x)＊
Ya'll betta actin like they fuckin with young wateva, u knw they
ain't fuckin with young, who betta？
Thank the lord man they finaly freed my nigga Slick, next week
they turned around and killed my nigga Tick. Need we gone miss
ya cause need u cn trust tht so fucked up about it I couldn't
call Buck back.
On my 100 blunt feeling like ah loonitic please lord tell me y
they killed my nigga Tick cash filled stand up neva lay down,
put it to the back of his dome need tell em lay down, need niqqa
stay down, we used to stay down, made my first 1500 right on the
play ground, got a fresh one need a half right by the swings.
First nigga try to creep my shit pull out them things.
Hold up I ain't likeing how this goin, just a few summers ago I
had it snowing if that motherfucka snow man piece I had it
glowin pink perrya rosay I had I bowin word on the street If
them birds u had em sowin used to hate countin the 10s need 5s
thought it was borin need how tht nigga fold all tht he wnt
towin who knew I get them federal chips if I was towin I pulled
up at the ghetto need shit in somethin foreign cause I'm
act all funny u hella sound right same nigga told u that shit
the hell u knw
36.Money To Blow (Remix)
I am on a 24 hour purp kush diet＊
Clubbing while I'm blowing n-gga,
Maybe you should try it,
I'm only just saying this cause I don't have to buy it,
My homeboy supply it,
That's why I'm on that high sh-t,
I am what everybody in my past still want me to be,
You know I saw what everybody in my past didn't what me to see,
Damn right I made it,
Ask me how I did it,
Look I was so committed,
Now I'm here, tell me what can they say though,
It's stretching like playdough,
We catch it, damn right I'm a beast,
Yeah you know I don't play though,
Get toast, get toast, no toaster,
Till ya'll made of eggo,
Get it in, yeah stack it all up,
Like a n-gga playin lego,
Playing pringles,
Call me young iTunes,
Now used to sell singles,
Now bring it all back,
Bring it back like that,
28 like bingo,
Moet used to get so wet,
Used to call the girl Nemo, can't lie,
Get me hard as a brick,
Just call the boy Yayo,
She in love, she in love with a d-ck,
See my boy need a halo,
Can't lie, got a new bad b-tch,
B-tch bad like J-Lo,
Got a 36 purly white and I ain't talking Colgate
Hands hurt from counting, pardon me while I rotate
They can't help it and I can't blame them,
Since I got famous, b-tch, just for talking the blow,
Getting it in,
As soon as the bag come, I'm buying the 10,
Talking the blow, blow-oh oh oh, blow-oh, oh,..
B-tch still talking the blow oh, oh, oh, blow-oh, oh, oh,
B-tch still talking the blow
37.Mama Told Me
My momma told me＊
Don't fall in love with the boys out in the streets yeah yeah
yeah yeah
My momma told me don't love 'em trust 'em
'Cause he gon' break ya heart girl yeah
Ballin ballin yea I'm straight ballin
If I ain't up at the spot then I'm probably at the mall then
24 asantis got that thang standin tall then
Alpine bumpin can't hear her when she callin
Now she stressin textin sendin all them emails
Braggin to all her friends like girl you know what he sells
How ya riding young never can tell
Light skin top call it blue cantrell
Ain't nothin like postin big boy bail and
If I don't make it prolly go to big boy jail
He ain't even like that tell your momma chill
The way my folk kick it we can even pay ya momma bills ha ha
Yea
My momma told me
Don't fall in love with the boys out in the streets yeah yeah
yeah yeah
My momma told me don't love 'em trust 'em
'Cause he gon' break ya heart girl yeah
I guess it's true good girls like street guys
Skated straight past college baby street wise
Don't let this rap thang fool ya I got street ties
I said a street life baby my own life street
Responsibility yea the hood gotta eat
U know me big heat need a AC
Sometimes I let the rolly chill rock the ap
Yea and u can check my resume' don't
Slow me down I done record my whole life away
Baby u can have the rest of me
My momma told me
Don't fall in love with the boys out in the streets yeah yeah
yeah yeah
My momma told me don't love 'em trust 'em
'Cause he gon' break ya heart girl yeah
I know u thinkin in ya mind u got every right
I know u thinkin in ya mind I'm out every night
And if u thinkin in ya mind I'm out every night
And that I'll prolly never change then your probably right
And no disrespect I'm tryin to get the check
And once I get the check I can come check you
Can't let you get me off my grind I can't let you
I won't sweat you your not to be sweated yea
U worry about yourself
You actin big headed speakin of big headed
I want them big faces hide it in suitcases put em in strange
places yea
My momma told me
Don't fall in love with the boys out in the streets yeah yeah
yeah yeah
My momma told me don't love 'em trust 'em
'Cause he gon' break ya heart girl yeah
38.Talk 2 Me
(feat. Freddie Gibbs ＆ Eminem)
I'm tired, I feel wired but yet I'm still inspired
To find somebody else for the job, tell me I'm fired
Really muthafuck what they say, I did my job yo
Hood nigga straight off the block, I beat the odds
Now you see a nigga, back to the wall
Now you exciting, now I'm done
Everything for you niggas but get indicted
Got niggas in the feds wishin I was still with 'em
Death penalty, go throw 'em in the ail with 'em
Rather die int he hands of the judge then former friends
Man this shit is like an ongoing movie, it never ends
Same nigga say that they would, love you forever
Niggas get the forecast and change just like the weather
Got me feeling like a whole brick, cut with some pain
From winter days yeah, they start of sunny and then it rains
And even after all these years, it's still storming
You couldn't of told 'em it wouldn't be like this
You coulda warned 'em
Somebody better explain, why my ears are ringing so loud
Someone has got something to say, grow some balls and say it to
my face
(Somebody talk to me) Ooooh Oh, Ooooh Oh
Somebody's got a problem, I wanna know
Keep my name out ya muthafucking mouth
Somebody talk to me
Walking like I'm talking, play it like I see it
And I swear sometimes hear voices talking to me in my head
Some nights I slept for months, the living dead to get this
bread
There's two ways out this shit, a casket or the fucking fed
I rap cause one day I pray this might be my escape
Everyday I seal up these bags, seems like I'm sealing my fate
My momma worked at your gangsta, jumped off the porch out the
gate
But I can't let my momma bury me, thats some shit she can't take
Most niggas hate when you come up and you doing something
constructive
Police to the politician, my whole city corrupted
Wanna convict me for a couple transactions that I conducted
And my homeboys just might snitch under pressure
So muthafuck 'em, it's just me and my two nuts
And you can bet they gon hang
And bitch my resume gon' check out til I check out the game
Sometimes that ski mask on my skull it took effect on my brain
And I still didn't tell the shit, I'm sick of telling you man
Somebody talk to 'em
Somebody talk to me
Somebody better explain, how my name's ending up in your mouth
Somebody talk to me
Got 2 seconds to talk, I want some answers right the fuck now
Somebody talk to me
Cause if it's me that you're talkin' about then I wanna know
Somebody talk to me
We almost past the point of being able to talk this shit out
Somebody better explain, why my ears are ringing so loud
Someone's got something to say, grow some balls and say it to my
face
39.Conglomerate
Lyricist：Dwayne Carter, Bernard Jr Edwards, Jay Jenkins, Jason
Phillips, Trevor Jr Smith
Since we are the best and you agree with me, right？
No need to debate, the way we bum shit
See we're kind of like the government
So just respect my conglomerate
Just respect my conglomerate
Just respect my conglomerate
Just respect my conglomerate
Just respect my conglomerate
It's Bus Rhymes and I'm back
With the crack and the thugs and the drugs, nigga black
The best to do it, we only deal with the facts, bitch
Blazin' that I'm so amazin' on the tracks, bitch
Bounce on 'em and I jump and I skip
And I hop and I flip over niggas like gymnastics
Watch the way I come and I'm givin' the streets acid
Bastards, niggas know I'm the king of the classics
Drastic measures, I'm spreadin' like a rash, bitch
Class is in session, you 'bout to get yo' ass kicked
Emperor of every roundtable of the house
And when I speak niggas respect me as leader of the councilman
God rap, god persona, god scrilla
God body in the flesh, call me Godzilla
Now you know you see we be the most prominent
Dominant, niggas respect my conglomerate
Since we are the best and you agree with me, right？
No need to debate, the way we bum shit
See we're kind of like the government
So just respect my conglomerate
Just respect my conglomerate
Just respect my conglomerate
Just respect my conglomerate
Just respect my conglomerate
I tell 'em hold up, swoll' up, yee ain't see us rollin' up
See them broads froze up, soon do's open up
Hey ladies, you likin' what ya see？
American Gangster, my strap's European
Came with a scope, got a navy feel
So I can ambush niggas like the Navy Seals
My defensive line lookin' like some linebackers
Most six cars, the other half, carjackers
Ballers with them thangs, yeah, we call 'em contractors
And if ya in boys right then they might contract ya
40 cal lookin' sweet on them honeycomb seats
Just like Cassie, my Sean John freak
Get you what ya want, just not that deep
Yet thirteen'll split, got them may-ride seats
Two for the Madonna, the may-ride freak
You know I brought the whole team, so the yay ride deep
Since we are the best and you agree with me, right？
No need to debate, the way we bum shit
See we're kind of like the government
So just respect my conglomerate
Just respect my conglomerate
Just respect my conglomerate
Just respect my conglomerate
Just respect my conglomerate
Workers, bosses, Ferraris, Porches
Dope fiends nauseous, crack spot, losses
Race track, horses
Big meetings at the round table to discuss what the cost is
Money change you, devils, angels
We the ones who say what you can and what you can't do
Respect, power, kush, sour
Haze, airy, pills, powder
Gangsters, varmints, ice, garments
Don shit, real niggas who I get it on with
When I'm around, my colleagues ain't comfortable
They all got a sick with my verses for a month or two
Wrong nigga to have a problem with
The blade first then the bullet gon' follow it
Yeah, if you lucky, I might hollow it
D-block, just respect my conglomerate
Since we are the best and you agree with me, right？
No need to debate, the way we bum shit
See we're kind of like the government
So just respect my conglomerate
Just respect my conglomerate
Just respect my conglomerate
Just respect my conglomerate
Just respect my conglomerate
40.All White Everything Remix
Lyricist：Jay Jenkins, Demetrius Stewart
Married to the game, she even got a wedding ring
Six white cars and I put that on everything
White Benz, white Porsche, white Bent
White Range, white vet, white brains
All white everything, all white everything
All white everything
I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer
I'm doin' all white everything
All white everything, all white everything
All white everything
I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer
I'm doin' all white everything
I gotta white Bent, white pit, even gotta white bitch
When 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 Porsche, white Bent
White Range, white vet, white brains
All white everything, all white everything
All white everything
I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer
I'm doin' all white everything
All white everything, all white everything
All white everything
I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer
I'm doin' all white everything
It's a white world, all white land
Mr. Everything white and the snowman
White men can't jump but the work can
And this a coupe you can't ride but yo hoe can
Two shifts both stoves me and young
Streets talkin' this the realest shit y'all eva done
Heard if it was snowin' in the summer would the world end
I'm talkin' rain and quarter ounce will get yo ass in
Mayonnaise whip, cottage cheese seats
Marshmallow rims, yeah, dat bitch a beast
White Camaro, black stripes call it Tiger Woods
White girl under par birdies in the hood
Married to the game, she even got a wedding ring
Six white cars and I put that on everything
White Benz, white Porsche, white Bent
White Range, white vet, white brains
All white everything, all white everything
All white everything
I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer
I'm doin' all white everything
All white everything, all white everything
All white everything
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 what was that？
Niggas still wearin' fruity stones man who does that？
White platinum gold rolly with the white stones
Lookin' betta den Lisa Raye in a white thong
Somewhere on a white beach in some white sand
Layin' in a white bucket, million white snowman
White sky, white clouds, you 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 Porsche, white Bent
White Range, white vet, white brains
All white everything, all white everything
All white everything
I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer
I'm doin' all white everything
All white everything, all white everything
All white everything
I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer
I'm doin' all white everything
41.Stay Strapped
Lyricist：Jay Jenkins
Pussy ass nigger, you talk that shit
Best be able to walk that shit
Pussy ass nigger, you talk that shit
Best be able to walk that shit
Pussy ass nigger, you talk that shit
Best be able to walk that shit
Pussy ass nigger, you talk that shit
Best be able to walk that shit
You don't want me now, black with them topless
Fully automatic, sound like a helicopter
You don't really wanna take it, girl
You don't want me, send my niggers over there
It ain't 'bout this, it ain't 'bout gun play, nigger
When we come through me, no play, nigger
And you don't want that
You don't wanna see me with 'em straps
You don't wanna see me with 'em hands
You don't want me fuckin' up ya maynes
You don't want me fuckin' up ya plans
Real nigger's do real things
Ho niggers do ho shit
Ay, you know your ho Breezy talk shit
Then you cover your mouth
While I got enough clips just to cover your house
You no bang, no wax, I'll bang no niggers
Cock my shit and I'll squeeze ol' triggers
Fucker ride with me and take it to the streets
Let's fuck above the booth, we can take it to the streets
We could do it in your 'hood or we could do it in mine
Nigger, all I need is a place and a time
In a time and a place
Well, I see you, puss ass
I'ma bust you dead in your face, nigger
Pussy ass nigger, you talk that shit
Best be able to walk that shit
Pussy ass nigger, you talk that shit
Best be able to walk that shit
Pussy ass nigger, you talk that shit
Best be able to walk that shit
Pussy ass nigger, you talk that shit
Best be able to walk that shit
42.Grey Goose
Lyricist：Jay Jenkins
Yea, this All Star Cashville's Prince
From Cashville to M-Town to ATL
When ya in the club and its a hater in your face
Go to the bar, order your grey goose, this what ya tell em'
I'm on that grey goose, do I know you？
Do I know you？
Do I know you？
I'm on that grey goose, do I know you？
Do I know you？
Do I know you？
I'm on that grey goose, do I know you？
Do I know you？
Do I know you？
I'm on that grey goose, do I know you？
Do I know you？
Do I know you？
I'm on that grey goose, cranberry and that pineapple
And I'll bust ya shit like a pineapple
Young rich nigga, buy the whole bar
I'm wit' Cashville and I'm wit All Star
Red, white and blue jersey wit the big star
M.V.P. biotch, I'm an All Star
26 inches sittin' on the Chevy frame
Top down, I do the damn thang
Flo-Masters got it soundin' heavy from the rear
4-55 dude I'm outta here
Got my Gucci shades lookin' like a rap star
A buck fifty on the way call me, Nascar
Cocaine white wit the antique tags
I ain't trippin' like red like gang flags
It's Young Jeezy who the fuck wanna deal wit me
Cashville, Tenn-A-Key, I brought a mill wit' me
I'm on that grey goose, do I know you？
Do I know you？
Do I know you？
I'm on that grey goose, do I know you？
Do I know you？
Do I know you？
I'm on that grey goose, do I know you？
Do I know you？
Do I know you？
I'm on that grey goose, do I know you？
Do I know you？
Do I know you？
Don't get this shit confused, we was neva cool
You throwin' up the North, but I don't know you
I'm fuckin' plenty bitches sippin' plenty crisses
You frowin' up like a nigga don't supposed too
I'm mobbin' wit my tools don't make me act a fool
But I'm a have to if ya homies can't control you
You steppin' on my shoes, breakin' all the rules
Can ya fight？ Why them niggaz gotta hold you？
You talk a good game, but I don't wanna play
I ain't gone let ya pause, you ain't gone get away
I'll leave ya layin flat, I'll leave ya people cryin'
You blamed it on yo high 'cause you got flat-lined
I'm Yo Gotti 'cause fuck who you thought I was
I really shot them choppers, I really sold them drugs
I really mess wit Star, we really bought the bar
We really on that goose and we don't really fuck wit y'all
I'm on that grey goose, do I know you？
Do I know you？
Do I know you？
I'm on that grey goose, do I know you？
Do I know you？
Do I know you？
I'm on that grey goose, do I know you？
Do I know you？
Do I know you？
I'm on that grey goose, do I know you？
Do I know you？
Do I know you？
Aye yo, I'm Cashville's Prince but you can call me Mr. Star
And ya gotta forgive me if I don't know who you niggaz are
I'm not just stuntin, the vodka done it
This how a alcoholic act when he got lots of money
I started drinkin' at the age of 12 in the club hollerin'
I'm rich like I'm Dave Chappelle
Aye yo I got them straps and I'll aim it at a nigga
We'll knock a motherfucker out and then blame it on the liquor
All Star I'm in my 2-3 zone
I got a pistol in the car that's about 2 feet long
Pockets fat as fuck yea that's what's up
Yo niggaz don't work for Exxon so why you let em' gas you up？
I'm a ball out until my casket's shut
Say bruh, do me a favor, stop harassin' us and
Go that a way, I told you niggaz
Man, I'm on that grey goose and I don't know you nigga
I'm on that grey goose, do I know you？
Do I know you？
Do I know you？
I'm on that grey goose, do I know you？
Do I know you？
Do I know you？
I'm on that grey goose, do I know you？
Do I know you？
Do I know you？
I'm on that grey goose, do I know you？
Do I know you？
Do I know you？
43.I Am Back
Lyricist：Jay Jenkins
Sorry for cussing
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm back Mr. Magic City
Blow on color purp I make it rain on your forehead
You woulda thought I had a fan the way I blow that money
You woulda thought I had a plan the way I throw that money
Jeah, I'm, jeah, I'm
Jeah, I'm, jeah
I'm back Mr. Magic City
Blow on color purp I make it rain on your forehead
You woulda thought I had a fan the way I blow that money
You woulda thought I had a plan the way I throw that money
The Feds outside and they checking his tag
But still the boy move with a hell of a swag
It's like the soundtrack to my life
Everyday I'm under investigation
But I will not stop so you can stop the hating
What more can I say it's like my gift and my curse
To fell or succeed, I don't know what's worse
I don't know what's worse
Agents tryna find a glitch in my matrix
One slip and I'm back to the basics
Red or blue pill what would you do？
When the same niggas you love got hate in their blood
I know God's watching over me so is the Feds
When love turns to hate and niggas rather you dead
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
All the bad I've done will you still protect my life？
Maybe, maybe not
Until then I keep an extra clip for that Glock
You wanna see my bank statement
I got no problems with that
300 thousand you know I'm smarter than that
I been dodging the alphabet boys all my life
So, you gonna need more than a child support lawyer
I got some child support for you
Get off your ass bitch and get you a job
Tell your other three baby daddy's to sell dope or rob
My son got everything in this world that I never had
One thing you can't call me is a deadbeat dad
When you're the one that shoulda been exposed
Unfit mother still playin' withcha nose
And I don't wanna tell my child
That his moms ain't shit
And this ain't about him
She just a money hungry bitch
I been here before
They boxed me in corner and I came out fighting
They locked me in a cell and I came out writing
I said I came out writin'
Lock my body you can't trap my mind
I only talk in the bedroom, we whisper in the kitchen
Call me paranoid, I think the walls is listening
But if them walls could talk
I probably never get to see the daylight
I gave it to 'em raw mix tape after mix tape
I had niggas waiting on the album
I shoulda got five mics in the Source
Instead I got five bricks and a Porsche
They sat I ain't lyrical
I wasn't tryna impress y'all niggas
If hatin' was a crime they'd arrest y'all niggas
Kink bought the mic, I just gave him my life
The streets co-signed, the hood gave me my stripes
I said the streets co-signed, the hood gave me my stripes
Kink bought the mic, I just gave him my life
I said the hood co-signed, the streets gave me my stripes
Yeah, I know you ain't done 'em
I'm back, better than before, matter fact I'm better than ever
They can't box me in, that boy too clever
So CNN worried 'bout little ol' me
Fuck the bitch ass reporter whoever wrote the story
You motherfuckers don't know shit about me
What I been through or where I came from
When shit got hard, I stayed, I ain't run
So you can blame the government they made me this way
See the pain in my eyes, you don't see me cry
Two tears in a bucket, who got that work？
Real talk, I'll make us a way
Get rich or I'ma go to jail tryin'
Uncle Sam ain't never gave me shit
But my partner out west, yeah, he front me them bricks
How the hell you expect me to be drug free？
When George Bush ain't never done shit for me
Follow me home and tap my phone
What happened to my freedom of speech？
Love don't love nobody
Got me feelin' like, I shouldn't love myself
I practice what I preach, I preach what I practice
A hundred thou under my mattress
I'm only human, just a man
God gave me a gift to do the best that I can
Critics say I can't make an album better than my first one
The way I feel that'll probably be my worst one
Another one after that will be better than my last
So, real talk y'all kiss my ass
This is the beginning of the beginning
I am the future
You niggas are a thing of the past
I'm not ashamed of who I am or what I've become
So all you ridicule lookin' I'm not the one
It's called self respect, I bow down to no man
I say all that to say you can't ban the snowman
44.Shake Life
Got a million on my mind while I'm brushing my teeth
Say the hustler's prayer than I'm back to these streets
Got a million mothafuckas throwin' salt on my name
A million mothafuckas throwin' salt on my game
Can't hear you bitch ass niggas yeah I'm sorry
Too busy switchin' these gears on my Ferrari
Roof do gymnastics, shit's like magic
Life like traffic, this shit here classic
Worked the Nino Brown, went to chill in the Bahamas
I was all in the hood, got some head in the Bahamas
Why you smokin' 'bout a zip？ It suppress my pain
Talk about a real nigga when you mention my name
I'm a simple man, want the money, fuck fame
While you stay the same, everybody else change
Oh no but I'm going out tonight though
And drink 'til I'm fucked up like them white folks
I know it look bad, it's gon' be alright
Keep them bottles coming we gon' be here all night
Roll them swishas up, we about to take flight
Need a set of new dice yeah, I'm 'bout the shake life
'Bout the shake life, yeah I'm 'bout the shake life
'Bout the shake life, yeah we 'bout the shake life
And live every night like it's Friday night
Need a set of new dice, we 'bout the shake life
I'm 'bout the shake life that's word to my momma
The work come in, yeah it's on Your Honour
Give me all the time in the world and I quote
You give me a hundred years but I won't be broke
When you broke, treat you like a bad joke
Niggas laugh at you when they know it ain't funny
Government playin' round with everybody money
Got us brainwashed so we all big dummies
War in these streets everyday like Libya
Will I get shot in the head？ It's like Trivia
CNN tryna get us to hate all the Muslims
Them niggas never talkin' the truth so don't trust 'em
Niggas out there die about true religion
Young niggas over here dying over True Religions
So fuck it all, shit, I'm going out tonight though
Drink til I'm fucked up like them white folks
I know it look bad, its gon' be alright
Keep them bottles coming we gon' be here all night
Roll them swishas up, we about to take flight
Need a set of new dice yeah, I'm 'bout the shake life
'Bout the shake life, yeah I'm 'bout the shake life
'Bout the shake life, yeah we 'bout the shake life
And live every night like it's Friday night
Need a set of new dice, we 'bout the shake life
Supposed to live everyday just like it's your last
Smile at these suckas while you spending your cash
Ball 'til you fall, how long it's gon' last
The only thing that matters is how long is your cash
So holla when you see me out stuntin' in these cars
When you looking at a nigga do you niggas see my scars
Stab me in the back, thats right the game cut me
I got it all but lost all my dogs, the game fucked me
Some in cemeteries, and the rest got 30
Why I'm so clean tonight 'cause life dirty
These jockin' ass rappers tryna jock my fresh
Remind me of seventh grade, when they was jockin' my Guess
I ain't gonna lie, shit I had it back then
8 for an O, I can least buy 10
So fuck it all shit, I'm going out tonight though
And drink 'til I'm fucked up like them white folk
I know it look bad, it's gon' be alright
Keep them bottles coming we gon' be here all night
Roll them swishas up, we about to take flight
Need a set of new dice yeah, I'm 'bout the shake life
'Bout the shake life, yeah I'm 'bout the shake life
'Bout the shake life, yeah we 'bout the shake life
And live every night like it's Friday night
Need a set of new dice, we 'bout the shake life
45.I Love It
Lyricist：Aldrin Davis, Jay Jenkins
Ride 'til I die, Lord knows
Stay high and I love it, let's go
We count hundreds on the table, twenty's on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with some more and I love it
(Yeah)
And I love it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my show
Parked outside and sitting on Vogues and I love it
(Yeah)
And love it
Once again it's on, I'm back in the motherfucking booth
These niggaz still lying, I'm the motherfucking truth
(Yeah)
I don't believe I need some more fucking proof
I ain't want the four door, I copped the motherfucking Coupe
(Ha, ha)
They tryna be me, I'm just tryna be G
And everything comes to 'em like you'll see
These niggaz in the dark, baby, I'll just shine
(Shine)
I do it from the heart, homie, they just rhyme
(Yeah)
Check your watch, nigga, it's my time
(Hey)
Mind made up, I was on my grind
(That's right)
So, pay attention, yeah you, on my time
In that case time waits for no man
Do it again, I done that before, man
(Yeah)
M.O.E., he ain't part of the program
Or maybe you niggaz ain't listening
Open your eyes, I'm a blessing in disguise
We count hundreds on the table, twenty's on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with some more and I love it
(Yeah)
And I love it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my show
Parked outside and sitting on vogues and I love it
(Yeah)
And love it
Yeah, I blew up but they like that
They switched up on me and I ain't like that
Sold my first brick yeah, I came right back
Fast forward the tape, nigga look at me now
And I never turn back, so motherfuck that
Life is on the ground, got my head to the sky
Smoked all day, Lord knows I stay high
Stay on top, Lord knows I'm gon' try
And live for the moment, Lord knows I'm gon' die
And when I get to hell, Lord knows I'm gon' fry
Woke up this morning, so I'm still alive
36 O's, I sold them all for five
We count hundreds on the table, twenty's on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with some more and I love it
(Yeah)
And I love it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my show
Parked outside and sitting on vogues and I love it
(Yeah)
And love it
Been around the world, it's the same ol' caine
Been around the world, it's the same ol' thang
(Dro)
All the real niggaz either dead or in jail
And if you're looking for me homie, I'm in the ATL
You gotta play it how it go, you can't cheat on life
(Yeah)
Ya better drink a Red Bull, you can't sleep on life
I ain't tryna do you, I'm tryna do me
Last album did two, I'm just tryna do three
Fresh out the block, yeah, the work was hard
Ride with the top down, so I'm closer to God
My P.O. telling me I need a 9 to 5
But I already got a job and that's stayin' alive
We count hundreds on the table, twenty's on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with some more and I love it
(Yeah)
And I love it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my show
Parked outside and sitting on vogues and I love it
(Yeah)
And love it
Ride 'til I die, Lord knows
Stay high and I love it, let's go
Ride 'til I die, Lord knows
Stay high and I love it, let's go
Ride 'til I die, Lord knows
Stay high and I love it, let's go
...
46.Stuntin' Wit My Homies
Lyricist：Jay Jenkins
Chromed out 4-5, what you doin'？ Hatin' on 'em
What they doin'？ Hatin' on 'em
What we doin'？ Gettin' money
So I gotta floss, CTE still a label, nigga
Jezzy the boss
I'ma psychic motherfucker, yeah, I can see ya future
Rap about me and a nigga might shoot ya
Serve the wrong nigga and the Fed's might swoop ya
Just bring a hundred K and a lot might coupe ya
Tryin' to drive me crazy like them boys Gnarls Barkley
Mad 'cause my paper stand is tall like Charles Barkley
CTE motherfucker we ain't nothin' like them other niggas
Try to sip it, you'll be over like that other nigga
I don't fuck with buster nigga either or sucker niggas
Loud talkin', ass pussy, motherfucker niggas
Licks on the wheels, same color as the car, bitch
Trap star shit, 'round my way, we call it lipstick
And you is a dipshit, for actin' like a dipstick
Automatics 'round here but you can get ya gearshift
Ballin' in charge, late bull, I'm ridin' dead on
White on white image, snowmizzy in the middle, what's up？
Chromed out 4-5, what you doin'？ Hatin' on 'em
What they doin'？ Hatin' on 'em
What we doin'？ Gettin' money
So I gotta floss, CTE still a label, nigga
Jezzy the boss
CTE, motherfucker
I'ma stunner like my homies, stunner like my homies
Stunner like my homies
CTE, motherfucker
I'ma stunner like my homies, stunner like my homies
Stunner like my homies
Lookin' for the rightest, tell them boys fired up
Pussy niggas hatin' on us, better keep that mouth shut
CTE the clique, bitch, still on some real shit
Niggas 'bout that monkey business, feed their ass banana clips
Standin' like I'm runnin', so we ridin' new cars
What they doin'？ Hatin' on us, still at the Vibe Awards
Young nigga, filthy rich, Jezzy got a bad bitch
Yeah, that's my thing, homie, flippin' like a sidekick
Hittin' like drummer boy, hit 'em when their comin', boy
Panoramic sunroof, shitin' on them other boys
Used to come get us, charge us, what's happenin'？
Ridin' on 22's, we don't ride with used Magnums
Chromed out 4-5, what you doin'？ Hatin' on 'em
What they doin'？ Hatin' on 'em
What we doin'？ Gettin' money
So I gotta floss, CTE still a label, nigga
Jezzy the boss
CTE, motherfucker
I'ma stunner like my homies, stunner like my homies
Stunner like my homies
CTE, motherfucker
I'ma stunner like my homies, stunner like my homies
Stunner like my homies
Chromed out 4-5, what you doin'？ Hatin' on 'em
What they doin'？ Hatin' on 'em
Chromed out 4-5, what you doin'？ Hatin' on 'em
What they doin'？
47.22's Or Better
Lyricist：Jay Jenkins, J. E. (undetermined) Phillips
You got, Young Jeezy
Aka countin' the money in the summer
And we gon' talk about these bouvale cars
These bouvale paint, these bouvale rims
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
And if you didn't know pimpin'
Bouvale is Haitian for bullshit
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Let's check me out
Top down, still flossin'
I got my Tino on my lap 'cause it's talkin'
Semi-perfect day, got it sprayed at birdhouse
No runs marks, y'all, everythin's perfect
Got the matchin' steerin' wheel
Watch a nigger work, Alpine everythin'
Watch a nigger twirl
Comin' over, soundin' like an earthquake
Got young niggers on your corner doin' triple take
Where y'all from, dawg？ Y'all might call, y'all paint candy
But where we from, dawg, see we call this shit candy
This shit is not a game, I don't know what a nigger think
I got that laffy, taffy mix with skittles, jolly rancher paint,
hey
On your Lexus, on your Benzo
On your Bimmer, 22's or better
On your Lac trucks, on your Rovers
On your Hummers, 22's or better
On your Cut, dawgs, on your Skylarks
On your Chevy's, 22's or better
On your Duallies, on your Ram trucks
And on your Harleys, 22's or better
Now if your ridin' on that bullshit, put it back up
I got the 24's on the 'lac truck
You see, my Aunty Bridget, she never understood this
See me swervin' through and be like, 'Oh my goodness'
It's Young Jeezy, y'all, ain't no body cooler
When I park, all the kids just break out their rulers
Shit I changed the grill, so you know that bitch grilly
Hit one button and watch the screen straight drop out up the
cielly
Mister, mister, how could you afford this？
This look like some shit that we saw, consort this
Gather 'round kids, I got a new word for y'all today
If it ain't 22's or better, then it's bouvale, hey
On your Lexus, on your Benzo
On your Bimmer, 22's or better
On your Lac trucks, on your Rovers
On your Hummers, 22's or better
On your Cut, dawgs, on your Skylarks
On your Chevy's, 22's or better
On your Duallies, on your Ram trucks
And on your Harleys, 22's or better
Car can barely park but the bitch moonwalk
Stay strapped, y'all, keep a 9 for the jack
We used to call them Jordan's
Now we call them Michael Jackson's
G,G,G yall, he be 'bout his cheddar
Get over 19 but they be 22 or better
Don't holler at the hoes 'cause the chrome is gonna get 'em
'Cause you chillin' with Michael Jordan, he got Emmet with him
See bounce, swerve, drop the top, all up in your Cutlass
But the only exception is, y'all, these 19 is butt nicks
Rap some shit before me, dawg, you must be crazy
I'm the same young nigger that got a credit line at Baileys
On your Lexus, on your Benzo
On your Bimmer, 22's or better
On your Lac trucks, on your Rovers
On your Hummers, 22's or better
On your Cut, dawgs, on your Skylarks
On your Chevy's, 22's or better
On your Duallies, on your Ram trucks
And on your Harleys, 22's or better
48.Let's Get It
Lyricist：Giorgio Moroder
Tryin' to get Boston George and Diego money
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, no nigga, not me
I see opportunity, I'm a opportunist
Nigga, you heard what I said, 'I'm a opportunist'
Soft to hard, white to green
All these free agents, you better build your team
I come to 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, yeah
The world is yours and every bitch in it
It's out there, get on your grind and get it, ay
Hands in the air, sky's the limit, nigga, hands in the air, yeah
Do anything you put your mind to, put your 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
With my hands on the Bible and I solemnly swear
Leave the mall with more shoes than I can possibly wear
Niggas still hatin' but they can kiss my ass
Still get a hard on when I count that cash
I give 'em the squares, he give me the bag
I give 'em the squares, he give me the cash
And that's what the fuck a call an' even exchange
And if there's anything extra, you can keep the change
The world is yours and everything in it
It's out there, get on your grind and get it, ay
Hands in the air, sky's the limit, nigga, hands in the air, yeah
The world is yours and every bitch in it
It's out there, get on your grind and get it, ay
Hands in the air, sky's the limit, nigga, hands in the air, yeah
Grind sundown 'til it comes up again
Stay down 'til we come back up again
It's all in the game, the ups, the downs
It's all in the game, the O's, the pounds
The shit was all good just a week ago
Whole click was eatin' good just a week ago
It's all good, nigga, give us a month
Thinking of a master plan while I smoke this blunt
Went to Houston and back now, everybody got coupes
Put the word in the street that supply the troops
I just call 'em how I see 'em
Serve these niggas third person, dog, I ain't 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, yeah
The world is yours and every bitch in it
It's out there, get on your grind and get it, ay
Hands in the air, sky's the limit, nigga, hands in the air, yeah
The world is yours and everything in it
It's out there, get on your grind and get it, ay
Hands in the air, sky's the limit, nigga, hands in the air, yeah
The world is yours and every bitch in it
It's out there, get on your grind and get it, ay
Hands in the air, sky's the limit, nigga, hands in the air, yeah
49.Young Jeezy - 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
If I still had the work, I getcha sack
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 the 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
7／11 nigga you know
10 to 4 shake 'em up talk shit, get my drink and let 'em go
Even when I'm on the road the gangstas stay in touch
Why you think they love me so much
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 'bout summertime, cookouts and wintertime flights
It ain't nothing we hearing shots all night
Ford Taurus pulls up, everybody run
White boys jump out, running wit' they guns
Ford Taurus leave everybody came back
Hope dem boyz didn't find my sack
Real recognize, real I suppose
I guess that's why the gangstas be at all my shows
Got the deal nothing changed but my clothes
Still catch me in the jects fuckin' wit' dem hoes
Like Coo-Coo Cal
Lord I wish mad Lou could see me now
Wish gold mouth was there wish mailman was free
A lot of niggaz crossing over no dog not me
Plus I 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
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
50.Tear It Up (featuring Lloyd ＆ Slick Pulla)
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
I've been waitin' for you since you left me
That's how you feel？ Yeah}
Red dogs 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 laid 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
(I'ma tear dat pussy up)
Get up in them guts, you know it's on 'til the mornin'
(I'ma tear dat pussy up)
Got one baby mama, no bitch, no wife
Like 'Pac, ya need a thug in your life
A young nigga to straight come through an' 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
Got a Aquafina flow, call it wet, wet
Baby good with her mouth, says the right things
Got a head on her shoulders, she does the right things
Is she a bad bitch？ Y'all ready know
Face like Trina an' an ass like Jackie O
Got a gangsta on a mission
Best believe, I know all the right positions
She like it slow from the front, fast from the back
Put the pound game on her, hit her from the back
I'm young an' thuggin', I don't give a fuck
He can make love to you, I'ma beat it up
Red dogs 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 laid 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
(I'ma tear dat pussy up)
Get up in them guts, you know it's on 'til the mornin'
(I'ma tear dat pussy up)
Me an' shawty in the coop, Lord knows she's a star
For some strange reason she like to do it in the car
She ain't the type that be runnin' her mouth
So I keep it gangsta with her, let her come to the house
Let her play matter wit slick
When we in the bedroom, she like to play with the stick
I know just how to handle her
No amateur, baby, I got stamina
Jeezy in the deck, now she grindin' to the beat
Legs vibratin', now she messin' up my sheets
Got a fistful of hair an' a fistful of ass
She came first, I came last, roll the grass
Red dogs 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 laid 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
(I'ma tear dat pussy up)
Get up in them guts, you know it's on 'til the mornin'
(I'ma tear dat pussy up)
We pull bad hoes, rip them, push them to the side
'Coz 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
Fresh kicks on your feet, yeah, I'm diggin' that
You want that straight drop dick, come to the hood, bitch
I like scout them ghetto hoes up in 20 grand
'Coz 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 an' switch 'em up like fitted caps
Red dogs 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 laid 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
(I'ma tear dat pussy up)
Get up in them guts, you know it's on 'til the mornin'
(I'ma tear dat pussy up)
51.Soul Survivor (featuring Akon)
Lyricist：Jay Jenkins, Aliaune Thiam
Convict, Akon and Young Jeezy
Tryin' to take it easy
Only way to go
And so, let's get it
But 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
I'm just a 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
Or just a Soul Survivor, yeah
Let's get it, I can't sleep, we livin' in hell, yeah
First they, give us the work then they throw us in jail, ayy
Road trip ya, 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 Jeezy 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
I'm just a 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
Or just a 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 Thugs 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 read up, I'm knee deep in the 'caine, damn
Real talk, look, I'm tellin' you mayne
If you get jammed up don't mention my name
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, yeah
This ain't a rap song, nigga this is my life
And if the hood was a battlefield then I'd earn 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
I'm just a 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
Or just a Soul Survivor, yeah
Gotta watch your every move 'cause them eyes be on you
Gotta drive real cool when them pi's be on you
Just because we stack paper and we ball outrageous
Them alphabet boards gotta us under surveillance, ayy
Lock downs, 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 you can find me
On the block disobeyin' the law
A real G, thoroughbred from the streets
Pants saggin' with my gun in my draws
Just to keep on movin' now
Just to keep on movin' now
Just to keep on movin' now
Just to keep on movin' now
But 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
I'm just a 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
Or just a 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
I'm just a 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
Or just a Soul Survivor, yeah
52.Bang (featuring T.I. ＆ Lil' Scrappy)
Lyricist：Phalon Alexander, Clifford Harris, Jay Jenkins, Darryl
Richardson, Zak Wallace
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
53.Last Of A Dying Breed (featuring Trick Daddy, Young Buck ＆ Lil'
Will)
Lyricist：David Darnell Brown, Kevin Cates, Marquinarius Sanc Holmes,
Jay Jenkins, Maurice Young
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
54.And Then What (featuring Mannie Fresh)
Lyricist：Jay Jenkins, B. Thomas
Go, boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap
Boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap
Boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap
Boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap
Boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap
Boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap
Fre, fre, fre, er, Fresh
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Chea, let's get it
First I'm gon' stack my flo' and then what？
Then I'm gon' 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, damn
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, goddamn I'm paid
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
Turn around, bend over, bring it back
Slow Mannie, Mannie Fresh 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
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, what up？ Can I get a ad lib？
Get the club crunk, can't take that from me
Ain't dropped yet, still got a lil' jon money
First I'm gon' stack my flo' and then what？
Then I'm gon' 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, damn
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
Catch Snowman in the kitchen wit his cookin' ass, chea
I'm so clean but I'm so grindin', alright
So dirty but yet, I'm so shinin'
My nigga 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
Nigga, I can't lose, the whole city's behind me
Go, boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap
Boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap
Boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap
Boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap
Boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap
Boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Let's get it
First I'm gon' stack my flo' and then what？
Then I'm gon' 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, damn
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'
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, ayy
First I'm gon' stack my flo' and then what？
Then I'm gon' 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, damn
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
55.Let's Get It／Sky's The Limit
Lyricist：Giorgio Moroder
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
56.And Then What f／ Mannie Fresh
Lyricist：Jay Jenkins, B. Thomas
Go
Boom, boom, clap
Boom, boom, clap
Boom, boom, clap
Boom, boom, clap
Boom, boom, clap
Boom, boom, clap
Boom, boom, clap
Boom, boom, clap
Boom, boom, clap
Boom, boom, clap
Boom, boom, clap
Boom, boom, clap
Fre, Fre, Fre, Fresh
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, chea, let's get it
First I'm gon' stack my flo'
(And then what？)
Then I'm gon' 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 three forty five, I be kickin' her out
(Hey)
Patty cake, patty cake, microwave
These suckas make a square, damn, I'm paid
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
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 gon' stack my flo'
(And then what？)
Then I'm gon' 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 three forty five, I be kickin' her out
(Hey)
I see ya lookin' with ya lookin' ass
Catch Snowman in the kitchen wit his cookin' ass
I'm so clean, but I'm so grindin'
(Alright)
So dirty but yet, I'm so shinin'
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
Boom, boom, clap
Boom, boom, clap
Boom, boom, clap
Boom, boom, clap
Boom, boom, clap
Boom, boom, clap
Boom, boom, clap
Boom, boom, clap
Boom, boom, clap
Boom, boom, clap
Boom, boom, clap
Boom, boom, clap
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, let's get it
First I'm gon' stack my flo'
(And then what？)
Then I'm gon' 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 three forty five, I be kickin' her out
(Hey)
I got million dollar dreams and federal nightmares
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
Three car garage wit the twelve foot ceiling
It oughta be a crime just to feel this good
I swear it oughta be a crime just to be this hood
First I'm gon' stack my flo'
(And then what？)
Then I'm gon' 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 three forty five, I be kickin' her out
(Hey)
57.Get Em Jeezy
Lyricist：Jay Jenkins
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
I need a doctor, I got a sick wrist game
Hit the blunt twice, then I switch lanes
I'm ridin' on some grown men
What you wanna play, let the games begin
On the count of three, here we go
I don't talk fast, ya'll just listen slow
They need glasses, they ain't seein' me
Stevie Wonder, ass niggers ain't seein' me
Four X, white tee and a wife beata
Got my Desert Eagle, call it senorita
Got a way with words, paint a picture man
I don't smoke phillies, I'ma swisher man
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Catch me in Walter's, spendin' grands, man
When I leave they got to help me tote my bags, man
Jeezy poppin' tags, you better make way
Drought a vouch for me, ask Kumate
And I don't think they heard me
Ain't no nigger in the league got more jerseys
No matter the price
I can wear one every day for the rest of my life
I ain't gon' lie, I got a lot of paper
So when I'm out shinin', I see a lot of hata's
I'm rich, bitch, I can't help but brag
More G's then a Gucci bag
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Get 'em, Jeezy, I got 'em
Ya album's garbage, I bought ya shit, man
I listen to it, now it's in the trash can
Ya album's garbage, I bought ya shit, man
I listen to it, now it's in the trash can
Ya album's garbage, I bought ya shit, man
I listen to it, now it's in the trash can
Think Jeezy a liar
Spit the straight drop, nigger set the city on fire
Call the firemen
All you fake rap niggers better retire man
Real recognize, real nigger
Sell a lot of chickens, call me Popeye's
You tryin' too hard, I make it look easy
And all that cheap ass jewelry got ya lookin' cheesy
Don't make me laugh
See this shit around my neck, it cost a brick and a half
Gangster Brezzy
58.Win
Win win, win win, win win, win win, win
Win win, win win, win win, win win, win
Win win, win win, win win, win win, win
Turn the deuce to a 4 to a 9, make history
Have to a hoe over night this is victory
Win win, win win, win win, win win, win
Win win, win win, win win, win win, win
Win win, win win, win win, win win, win
Hundred brawlers in a club one time, ain't shit to me
So tonight everything's on me, this is victory
They right god damn young, nigger ...
Nigger talking like he fell off, just imagine that
Know anything about young when you havin' that
Flip a 20 milli 20 more he ...back
Think I came on this way ... nigger
Took them road trips whole thangs so y'all can doubt it nigger
Who you think count the money up and rob a bank clan
Put it in the chevy turn the tops and rob a ...
3 9 24 to deuces that's a 36, show you niggers how to cash you
Bomb it 30 bricks
Counting in my man's apartment, in his living room
Paper all on the tv, need some ... room
Win win, win win, win win, win win, win
Win win, win win, win win, win win, win
Win win, win win, win win, win win, win
Turn the deuce to a 4 to a 9, make history
Have to a hoe over night this is victory
Win win, win win, win win, win win, win
Win win, win win, win win, win win, win
Win win, win win, win win, win win, win
Hundred brawlers in a club one time, ain't shit to me
So tonight everything's on me, this is victory
Drop for the ... water for my trophy at
Ever was a real nigger tired of guess who's holding that
... rose in the club guess who tolding that
Standing on the stage making rain guess who showin' that
And they know we took nobody to the spot, half of million there
Before I ever even seen the mike, once a million there...
Diamonds in the chain, if you look a little closer
Diamonds spell is ...
With the hundreds with the hundreds yeah that's right straighten
up the ...
Got enough shit in my head to send me straight to jail
Welcome to a day in the light, they just talking drugs
Co sign half these niggers, I'm the fucking thug
Win win, win win, win win, win win, win
Win win, win win, win win, win win, win
Win win, win win, win win, win win, win
Turn the deuce to a 4 to a 9, make history
Have to a hoe over night this is victory
Win win, win win, win win, win win, win
Win win, win win, win win, win win, win
Win win, win win, win win, win win, win
Hundred brawlers in a club one time, ain't shit to me
So tonight everything's on me, this is victory.
59.Talk About It
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them
bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them
bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, doping these hoes, doping
these hoes
Nothing but doping them bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them
bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them
bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, doping these hoes, doping
these hoes
Nothing but doping them bitches
I got this busy a dime, I told that girl you a block
The way that brick locking up
I say you must be a cop, hey get that light out my face
I said that must be my watch, you should see me at a store
That shit is something to watch, I said you fucking with slope
You know I put on a show she wanna give me some head
I said I take mine and go, he say he ain't got my bread
I said I take mine and blow, nigga you heard what I said
I said I take mine and snow, so now she rolling with me
Me I got off a Scrilla, she spill that drink on my seats, yeah
you know I'm a kill her
Ain't talkin' bout haters, ain't talking bout snitches
What he talkin' bout nigga？ nothing but doping these bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them
bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them
bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, doping these hoes, doping
these hoes
Nothing but doping them bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them
bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them
bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, doping these hoes, doping
these hoes
Nothing but doping them bitches
Bitch I talk about dough, I'm under the scope
Got the bitch with the pills, got the hoe with the coke
Got the bitch with the gas, got a hoe with the bags
Got a couple stripper bitches that be shakin that ass
Got a hoe with the whoa that be bussing the clow
And I don't know her name but I got her from snow
Got a bitch on the low another hoe on the cater
Say she playing Miami but now we fucking in Vegas
Call the bitch in the staples
Say she cheer for the Lakers
She gon stop for buck but she gonna fuck for a favor
Her favorite daddy or hater, I was battlin the player
I be doing the big CTE label
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them
bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them
bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, doping these hoes, doping
these hoes
Nothing but doping them bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them
bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them
bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, doping these hoes, doping
these hoes
Nothing but doping them bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, I put that dough over bitches
Haters lips on that whip look like the bitch blow me kisses
Fuck the lamb in the front, look like the bitch going with me
And my crickin city, we talking midgets
Popcorn got a pop, not that
I'm talking bills and that yeah talking scales of that chair
Look how that water just shut it, Look at that soda just lock it
All my bitches they love me, all my nigg-s they silent
Couple nigg-s that hustle, couple nigg-s that's rappin
Put them hoes in that fuck em, started off in the bed, fuck the
hoes on the carpet
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them
bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them
bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, doping these hoes, doping
these hoes
Nothing but doping them bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them
bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them
bitches
Let's talk bout doping these hoes, doping these hoes, doping
these hoes
Nothing but doping them bitches
60.3 A.M.
Here we go, here we go, let's get it
It's Young Jizzle and I'm back with Timbo
With another hit, ya still stuck in a limbo
An adlib here and an adlib there
＊＊＊ it, adlibs everywhere
As I proceed to give ya what you need
Spit tre drop, ＊＊＊ cocoa leaves
A-Town pimp, tell me what you know about it
Wanna talk ＊＊＊, I'll tell ya what I know about it
I'm on that Grey Goose, higher than a pelican
Sophomore year, but I spit it like a veteran
Gangsta, gangsta, you can tell by the swag
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up？
It's about 3 in the morning
Gotta leave with somethin' hot 'cause a ＊＊＊ horny
Now I'm in the parking lot, baby all over me
Ay, ay, wait a minute ha, let's go
It's about 3 in the morning
Got my thang, cocked 'cause them boys they be on it
＊＊＊＊ they be talkin' but, they don't really want it, what ya
say？
Ay, ay, wait a minute ha, let's go
The flow's so cold and I'm so cool
Let a ＊＊＊ try, I'mma act a damn fool
Got that welfare, we call it old school
Then we mix it all up, call it pro tools
Serve 'em demo tracks, let 'em demo that
All these ＊＊＊ in the club, where the bad ones at？
She got a mean walk, I got a big stick
I see ya muggin' homie, I got a full clip
See I master that and then I mastered this
Then I bring it all back, I gotta master wrist
I was on dro and she was on Hen
She was on her and I was zonin', let's get it
It's about 3 in the morning
Gotta leave with somethin' hot 'cause a ＊＊＊ horny
Now I'm in the parking lot, baby all over me
Ay, ay, wait a minute ha, let's go
It's about 3 in the morning
Got my thang, cocked 'cause them boys they be on it
＊＊＊＊ they be talkin' but, they don't really want it, what ya
say？
Ay, ay, wait a minute ha, let's go
Verse three, I'm back to the basics
Fresh out the jeweler, came back with the bracelet
Blowing haze yeah, dog, I can taste it
Parked the 430 came back in a spaceship
And my whip game is so sick mayne
I double up every time I flip mayne
Birds by the flocks, clips in the glocks
Multi-platinum, still watchin' for the cops
Ya girl keep sweating me, she staring at my rocks
Me I'm gee'd up, grabbing on my, huh？
I walk it how I talk it, play it how I say it
Me and Timb on the track, but everybody play it
It's about 3 in the morning
Gotta leave with somethin' hot 'cause a ＊＊＊ horny
Now I'm in the parking lot, baby all over me
Ay, ay, wait a minute ha, let's go
It's about 3 in the morning
Got my thang, cocked 'cause them boys they be on it
＊＊＊＊ they be talkin' but, they don't really want it, what ya
say？
Ay, ay, wait a minute ha, let's go
61.Let's 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？ Ha ha
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)
Ha ha, ha ha
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 cush 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
Let's just say, I ain't talking 'bout the blow and work
Let's just say, I ain't talking 'bout the cush 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
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
(Naw)
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
(Ay)
You gotta be real if you tryna detect it
That's why I drop knowledge
(You sense it)
Just like NAS
(Ha ha)
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
(Yeah)
You could hold your breath till your blue in the face
(Ay)
But it don't matter they still won't open the gates
(Naw)
That's real talk nigga
(Ay)
Let's just say, I ain't talking 'bout the blow and work
Let's just say, I ain't talking 'bout the cush 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
Let's just say, I ain't talking 'bout the blow and work
Let's just say, I ain't talking 'bout the cush 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
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
(Ay)
I got three books and a possible
(Ha ha)
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, I ain't talking 'bout the blow and work
Let's just say, I ain't talking 'bout the cush 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
Let's just say, I ain't talking 'bout the blow and work
Let's just say, I ain't talking 'bout the cush 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
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
(Naw)
You in the pen now she's fuckin' your friends
(Damn)
Niggas don't settle down it's like they can't find pens
(Ay)
They sell em at the same store they sell them blunts
(Ha ha)
Oh well, I guess that's life
(Life)
It' don't seem wrong so I guess that's right
(Yeah)
But its dead wrong like my man from BK
(Ay)
It's a one way street and you're 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
(Ay)
Let's just say, I ain't talking 'bout the blow and work
Let's just say, I ain't talking 'bout the cush 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
Let's just say, I ain't talking 'bout the blow and work
Let's just say, I ain't talking 'bout the cush 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
62.L.M.M. (Losy My Mind)
Why y'all trippin, I'm just fine
Twelve forty five, 'bout that time
Couldn't get it all week, time to unwind
Drank like tank, blew my mind
This shit crazy, way too packed
Rosetti baby, waste two stacks
Hottest thing in the lot, that there mine
Can't spell sober, lose my mind
I'm hearin' voices in my head think I'm schizophrenic
I swear they sayin' lets get it from another planet
Thirty six thousand times I'm doin' summer salts
Do it right and you can leave ya whole summer off
I'm out my mind, yeah a nigga seein' double ya'll
Tell me what's the chance of jeezy fuckin' both of ya'll
She sad as long as we can do it with ya ice on
If that's the case we might as well leave the lights on
I'm out my mind, just blew a thousand swisher sweets
In my black and orange charger, call it trick or treat
It ain't nothin' to a boss, my goons got goons
House stupid dumb big, my rooms got rooms
Guess what my momma told me, she hate my partnas
Guess why she hate em though,
'Cause all of 'em robbin'
Fuck the police, 'cause all of 'em problems
White girls fun, 'cause all of 'em swallow
Why I ain't fuck her at the house, 'cause the bitch holla
And where the pill man at, he need a blue dolphin
All broke ass nigga, stop cock blockin'
Security, I need help 'cause the bitch stalkin'
A half fuckin' mill, that's what the whip cost me
One-hundred dollars, that's what the pussy cost me
And when the nigga start hatin', that's when the nigga lost me
Fantastico, that's what the hoes call me
Drop the top, no bra, got da titties out
Mention my name and bring the whole city out
Doin' what I do best, d-boy stuntin'
New car, old money, d-boy stuntin'
Step in cleaner then a new glock-40
Nickname in the A, strapped up shorty
You know my nerves bad, trigger like a toothpick
Line wrapped around the corner, boy too big
G-O, black shades and my black chains
But if you wouldn't understand,it's a black thing
You know we drink that rozay 'til we black out
Wake up, drink some more, pass back out
63.The Homie
feat. YG
I'll say it, middle fingers in the air, at the mall, what
I'll say it, middle fingers in the air, at the mall, what
I'll say it, middle fingers in the air, at the mall, what
I'll say it, middle fingers in the air, at the mall, what
What, what, what
Beelapee owners I got on, yeah
And I still motherfuck em all
Quit playing boy you know me
While we at it, boy you owe me
Boy you stay the same all these niggas change
It's a dirty world and a dirty game
Quit playing boy you know me
And he used to be the homie
Tell the lord my god baptize in this fucker
But a nigga need to go and get his life right
Drinking all day everyday, clubbing and between
Yeah a nigga still caught up in the nightlife
Cold bad movie, watch the niggas turn snakes
Made a dummy brick man these niggas so fake
I see death around the corner, haters cross the street
Got Versace round my waist, got Versace on my feet
Spent 100 for these shoes nigga, you ain't even know it
900 for the belt nigga you ain't even know it
Money is the root of evil, ho niggas be at doubt
You leave me no choice but to stay the fuck around
You used to be my nigga yeah you used to be my mate
We shared the same clothes, we fucked the same bitches
Went to the same high-school, same elementary
Now you mad easy cause my Rollie presidential
Used to do that white girl that I love lucy
Should have know you was at first cause how you always ate sushi
my nigga,
Yeah you was my killer
But you know too much about you
So I prolly have to kill you my nigga
You the type to do a nigga like Rico did ..
Leave a nigga slumped a ditch
And I can't stand a bitch that would fuck a nigga homies
Have a nigga trippin off these brodies off mollies
64.Do The Dam Thing
Young Jeezy ＆ Fabolous
Look, I can see them niggas stuntin'
To this right now, not now, but right now
Yea, yea, ch-ch-yea
Look, lo-lo look, look, lo-lo look, look, look
It's no love for the other side, fuck all the tricks
Pop the glove on the other side, buck through the bricks
Birds love how a brother ride, truckin' it sick
I'm heard of on the southern side, I pluck through it quick
I been one of them boys since way back when
This is way before a nigga brought gray plaques in
So if I spray mac-10s, bet you niggas lay back then
Like you sittin' in a Maybach Benz
Yea, I made crack grins but ain't a damn thing funny
I keep a pocket fulla do the damn thang money
I keep it comin' with bottles of champagne dunny
So keep it bouncin' till you pull a hamstring honey
These pimps just better have a gothic for me
I got them hoes starin' like they got a problem with me
I got them boys slingin' rocks in the lobby for me
I'm rich bitch, ballin' just a hobby for me
I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze
So fuck what you heard we don't love them hoes, hey
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny
Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money, hey
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
My phone is tapped and so is my livin' room
We can't hide the money here, we need a bigger room
Let me show you what I stand for
Jesus Schwarzenegger call me commando
On that Remy Martin, nigga matta fact
I ain't Fat Joe but I can make em lean back
Save your ammo don't waste it
Got him dodgin' bullets like he in the matrix
Jeans strapped and ya better dip
Carvin 15, got six clips
Pilsbury nigga, got a lotta dough
Call me bossan george, got a lotta hoes
They place orders, so I bake cakes
I'm a bodybuilder, pump a lotta weight
You see the diamonds in my damn chain
It ain't hard to tell, I do the damn thang
I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze
So fuck what you heard we don't love them hoes, hey
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny
Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money, hey
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
You waitin' instead of participatin' with them boys
You skatin' on them twenty two datins like them boys
I'm hatin' that they communicatin' with them boys
I'm waitin' just to send them to Satan for that shit
They see a nigga stones look sick
And I gotta stack of singles in my hand that's phone booth thick
'Cuz I'm so hood rich
That I'm no good bitch
And even if she gotta pimp then a hoe should switch
And get ridda that shit spitta, get wit her, shit gitter
Sit wit her, hit spitter, that don't bitch chitter
My style fit wit her
I tell her you don went left now
You need to go right like a switch hitta
I know them tricks bitter
When I'm in the six with her
So I'm in a mix with her
Fourty four six with her
And I'm higher than a motherfucker
But a nigga try then he gon die in this motherfucker
I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze
So fuck what you heard we don't love them hoes, hey
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny
Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money, hey
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
65.Bang Bang
Young Jeezy Feat.
Do ya thug thang gon' get 'em up
Represent ya side nigga hit 'em up
Disrespect we gon' take it there
We 30 deep lil nigga we ain't fighting fair
You better holla at ya partners
Before we catch them outside and hit they ass wit dem choppers
The .45 make my pants sag
Catch me bouncing through the club wit my black flag
You don't like it do something nigga
Where I'm from if we don't like it we do something nigga
And you know we gon' ride homes
Stomped a nigga ass out until they turn the lights on
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
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 way
Smoke weed everyday
Zone 3 where I stay
Yeah I think I'm the shit cause I got an SS
But the shit a old folk so you can receive the letter
I'm the best of the best
And the freshest of the fresh
Gotta pistol black out wit an Atlanta Hawk vest
Gotta lifetime of trouble and my brain still nervous
I don't rep the A by mistake I do the shit on purpose
Do it how it's worth it rim and the cars swerving
It ain't nothing but Lil Scrappy and g's up to start murkining
ya
66.Trapster
Young Jeezy Feat.
(Let's get it)
Got the city on smash
Streets on click clock
Eighty grand just to see the Jacob go tick tock
(Ha ha)
I'm so materialistic, so well connected
Just ask about it, so well respected
(Ayy)
Run the streets all day I don't get no sleep
(Nope)
Eat at Spun dinners four times a week
Bucket of crab legs, Slick had the lobsters
(Chyeah)
I'm the real deal these other niggaz impostors
Popping Gold Bond, yeah I took them sips
(Sips)
50 in the trunk, yeah I took those trips
(Trips)
Keep the white girl, yeah forever my lady
(Chyeah)
Two grand flat get ya four and a baby, c'mon
I'm a T R A P S T- ar
Got the streets on lock, big shoes on the car
And she likes it
(She likes it, she likes it)
And she likes it
I'm a T R A P S T- ar
Keep money in the suites, copt groups from the bar
And she likes it
(She likes it, chyeah, ayy ayy)
And she likes it
(She likes it, she likes it)
Slide through the hood to just to check my dough
(Dough)
Trap-star fresh from head to toe
(Toe)
From toe to ear the kicks match the cap
(Chyeah)
Black T-shirt, yeah it match the strap
(Ayy)
The stones in the watch, yeah they match the chain
New Jordan's on his feet, Snowman's the name
(Ha ha)
Fresh out the paint shop threw the fo's on it
(Fo's on it)
Now the Chevy got Lamborghini doors on it
(Doors on it)
Mix the Grey Goose with the cranberry juices
(What)
Nigga can't you tell I really sold those deuces
(Yup)
The squares are white, the tape is black
(What else？)
The wait is over, the real is back
(Ayy)
I'm a T R A P S T- ar
Got the streets on lock, big shoes on the car
And she likes it
(She likes it, she likes it)
And she likes it
I'm a T R A P S T- ar
Keep money in the suites, copt groups from the bar
And she likes it
(She likes it, chyeah, ayy ayy)
And she likes it
(She likes it, she likes it)
Lil momma wanna holla at a pimp
(Pimp)
My money true straight, I don't walk witta limp
(Naw)
It ain't hard girl just use ya head
(Ha ha)
Slices stacked up, I got colonial bread
(Yeah)
Now she off the chain, yeah she so erotic
Purple Mango, yeah its so exotic
(Chyeah)
No punch lines
(Nope)
No riddles
(Uh huh)
I'm talking white squares with the steps in the middle
(Ha ha)
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
(Hey)
I'm a T R A P S T- ar
Got the streets on lock, big shoes on the car
And she likes it
(She likes it, she likes it)
And she likes it
I'm a T R A P S T- ar
Keep money in the suites, copt groups from the bar
And she likes it
(She likes it, chyeah, ayy ayy)
And she likes it
(She likes it, she likes it)
67.Erryday
Young Jeezy, CTE, Rick Ross, Triple C's
Strip club throwing money popping champagne
tell the bartender to keep the damn change
blown purp, watching shorty do the damn thing
back to the trap spot whippen cocaine
whipping cake thats everyday count bank that everyday
fumes got my kitchen stank yeah i do this everyday
blow a stack that everyday get it back that everyday
extension on the MAC yeah i do this shit like everyday
Young Jeezy
get hoes everyday new with that said money,
get my money on the back, and all i do is front
get it in that said minute get it in that said hour
get it in at any store yeah im whipping any pie
everyday another bitch everyday another braud,
everday another two, everyday night another minaj
everyday is plenty bottles everyday another club
and everynight a valet holla at these niggas J-DUB
J-DUB
do this shit like everyday 24 im getting paid back it up and
send it out just make this shit a pastry making sure the money
right
i love to see you levitate, fresh off the liver bet you cant
find a better one
diamonds on my wrist will make you pose and have to meditate. In
my Coupe that same color champagne Gatorade
drinking on the belvedere chase it with the lemonade
bought this space ship getting head next i said GO
Repeat
Strip club throwin money poppin champagne
tell the bartender to keep the damn change
blowin purp, watchin shorty do the damn thang
back to the trap spot whippen that cocaine
whippin cake thats erryday count bank that erryday
fumes got my kitchen stank yeah i do this erryday
blow a stack that erryday get it back that erryday
extension on the MAC yeah i do this shit like erryday
Rick Ross
Foreign car thats everyday, auto car thats everyday
everyday a nigga want to kill me beefing everyday
so we creep thats everyday, 40 deep thats everyday,
all black g's and we were them bitches everyday
icy watch everyday, Nike spot thats everyday, i can fuck a bitch
and if she lucky do that everyday, now she call us everyday, i
put that on everything my pimping is everyday
so she pawned her wedding ring.
Gun Play
cut coke wet dope and that powder see me weave bet i still get
her off every gram tripping twigs certain basis that heart basis
going send me to that basis but if i stop my spot going ask me
where that page man
your bitch aint said nothing your bitch being my sloppy seconds,
i say the word that bitch going be my sloppy 3rds money on my
mind salad on my cabbage give me my plate well done hand me the
napkins
Repeat
Strip club thrown money poppin champagne
tell the bartender to keep the damn change
blowin purp, watchin shorty do the damn thang
back to the trap spot whippen that cocaine
whippin cake thats everyday count bank that everyday
fumes got my kitchen stank yeah i do this everyday
blow a stack that erryday get it back that everyday
extension on the MAC yeah i do this shit like everyday
Torch
be a g bout it you a goon try to see bout it talk bout it get
deep bout it get your team surrounded learned i earned the
stripes everyday i burned that pipe hit that sour hit that water
watch that ted turner white watch grams turn to blocks watch pan
another rock and watch how quick them panties drop everyday i
grid everynight i grid hard find a ？？？？
Young Breed
bagging doe thats everyday bragin on my said trade i aint talken
LA fit me when i say im selling weight. now im on my way to
rosea choppers everywhere i lay headed down in caliiiii and we
could do this everyday everyday i love my job if not we buy a
star we say we a good connect they incorrect we liven large,
everyday minaj twa everyday she like it hard everyday im on my
grizzy everyday im on par.
repeat
Strip club throwin money poppin champagne
tell the bartender to keep the damn change
blowin purp, watchin shorty do the damn thang
back to the trap spot whippen that cocaine
whippin cake thats erryday count bank that erryday
fumes got my kitchen stank yeah i do this erryday
blow a stack that erryday get it back that erryday
extension on the MAC yeah i do this shit like erryday
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