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Young
Chea The recession is now here Feel like norm I'm gettin cheers I'm just speaking da truth Ain't my fault if it strikes fear Niggas heard it was a reccession The whole world went into a panic Glacier on my wrist Same thang that sunk the titanic Don't get frantic once you here the lyrics just chant it Ya'll not seen the bigger picture so stay out my frame I'm a menace to society cause I keep dat Kane Know you can't believe huh Straight from columbia Got da cubans on call like a nokia Mr.17 5 get it by da field Sell it by da batch And you better pay me fast Or I'll do you like yung berg Get cha chain snatched Kidnap yo kid you won't get either one back It's young Ayyyyyyy And I'm back Ayyyyyyyy And I'm back I'm not a techer buts heres yo lesson School of harknocks nigga The recession <i>[Chorus x2]</i> |
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| 2. |
| 4:07 |
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Yeah I told you Niggas
Yeah Niggas I told yalls I was coming back niggas I want it down below homies Lets go [Chorus] Welcome back Guess who's back and he is shinin' on you niggas Welcome back Guess who's back and he is stuntin' on you hoes Welcome back Yea I'm back and I'm shinin' on you niggas Welcome back Yea I'm back and I'm stuntin' on these hoes Been on my grizzy but now I'm back in the place And if you show me the money ill put this brick in your face And if ya ain't got mo money ill put this strap in your face And believing these niggas is like a slap in the face Welcome back Guess what I don't give a fuck None of these niggas real as me I think I might line em up Fuck you man he ain't shit What you say Suck a dick Excuse me if I'm bein' rude Let me check my attitude Excuse me Mr. Attitude Why you got an attitude Can't stand the rapper niggers Thinking that its trap a nigga Where at they do to you What's happening? What up dude I've been done You too slow I'm too fast Movin' like slim fast Keep my Ronald Williams cash In a black Chevy bag [Chorus] So kind so kind Thank you very much What the fuck is goin' on Actin' like I lost touch I ain't never lost touch Dam sure ain't lost much Mater of fact I still got it Yea you know I'm still ballin' Catch me in my black T But I'm a business man Catch me at the kitchen table weighing out my business plan Young what your dentist plan None your fuckin' business man Whats wrong with your pussy niggas Needin' my opinions man OK here we go again Street status necessary Start talking blow again Got that bureau if the niggas sellin' blow again Streets think its necessary that a nigga blow a man [Chorus] In my yayo in my kitchen Sky storch every where White fat black top Kung Fu panda bear Call me sense I got the taiquondo My Angelina shit I want that Brad Pitt dough I said so funny same time snow money Ain't nothin' funny bitch I'm on my money shit A movie star bitch We can make our own flick I just came to beat it down You play with your own shit Yea OK I'm bout to wild out Call it a v neck Why Took a nine out 750 luck 750 head Bitch I don't even know what 750 is [Chorus] Yeah We told you niggas right |
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| 3. |
| 4:00 |
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Yeah
Just call me young nigga Our money grown doe By the way Lets go yeah You already know what time it is lets go [Chorus] I said I'm young by the way The one by the way I ain't trippin' I just do this shit for fun by the way The truth by the way The proof by the way Mr. front up on me Know I'm gonna shoot by the way I said it's on by the way I'm in the zone by the way And You can call me Mr. get em gone by the way I did it by the way I was with it by the way I talk it like I did it Cause I lived it by the way [Verse 1] Young, the boy might go nuts Holes in niggas just like donuts Creme be crispy these niggas cant hear me Must be the wrong size Cause these niggas cant fit me Never let em play me Never let em bullshit me If they ever bullshit me Send the coroner to get me And when the coroner come to get me I'ma take you pussy's with me And I ain't trustin' 12 shots No I keep them choppers with me And I don't trust you from a ?? Gotta keep them shottas with me Cant let the goons get bored Gotta keep them niggas busy And I ain't trustin' nobody So I took my money with Cause last time they got me, get me [Chorus] [Verse 2] Stay on it by the way I want it by the way Take it to your mommas momma house Where everybody stay Where everybody sleep Leave everybody sleep Have a baby by who Thats everybody freak Baby like a dry cleaner Seen everybody's sheets Take em straight to the hood Then everybody eat They went down, I went down Now everybody cheap Or should I say cheaper Or maybe ever lower You niggas gettin' this shit Should I talk any slower Any slower it be screwed And that would be rude I'm a man no respect And Plus I got a sack Got the west side crackin' Ask about 'em in the trap [Chorus] [Verse 3] Turned a brick into a clothing line a boost commercial And he's still talkin' yo "so who's commercial?" Young like Noah move them birds by the two Daddy need to smoke the coupe need a pair of shoes Got my A.R. on 'em still wont cross over I gotta half a box left think I need more soda Still rain man sosa, Just brought this thing in its too big for a holster They say I'm bipolar, so indecisive So motherfucking what, I know some bitches that like it The real niggas recite it, the real bitches they love it Its just he way that I strut it, they just like I want 'em so fuck it [Chorus] |
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| 4. |
| 3:57 |
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(What they want?)they want that young shit
That dumb shit that where you from shit That ride around your hood all day with your gun shit All I got to my name is two bricks and one felony Your going back to jail that's what my conscious keep on telling me I really ain't buying all this bullshit they selling me When the government throwing more curves than the letter C I said the letter C I guess that's for correctional They try to box me in, sit me still like a vegetable [Chorus] God damn another trap I think bush trying to punish us Sending little messages out to each and every one of us Real g shit well that's really unheard of When you get more time for selling dope than murder In this crazy world This world keeps spinning my rims still spinning Even though the money slow we still spinning In this crazy world Let this world keep turning yeah my blunts still burning Same thing different day still burning In this crazy world and this dopes still selling And these niggas still telling When you make it through the day its no talent In this crazy world (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) In this crazy world When I was fourteen I turned nothing to a quarter meal Probably why I never give a fuck about a record deal And I ain't never tried the shit imagine how that white feel But that don't even matter though trying to pay the light bill, Light bill, phone bill plus my granted nerve bills Feel like I should be taking off imagine how my nerves feel I want a new Bentley my aunty need a kidney And if I let her pass her children never will forgive me [Chorus] I ain't a x box so why you niggas trying to play with me I really be the streets so what you niggas got to say to me Cant be much cant be much (why?) cause I ain't listening I just left the hood and ill be damned if they ain't filling them want to see me fall off guess that just the way it be Old school triple beam them usually that the way it be And plus I got a driver that get them things from a to b Soon as you get your money right they hit you with conspiracy [Chorus] |
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| 5. |
| 3:53 |
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Hey hoes ain't shit
And money ain't nothin' And if it ain't nothin' Then its gotta be somethin' And if it ain't somethin' Then its gotta be nothin' And if he ain't showed the cash Then he gotta be bluffin' My dog hit me up He say he gotta lick Gotta bad jump shot So he might shoot a brick Talkin' records on my line That's a technical foul Don't know what the fuck you talkin' bout I'm hangin' up right now Nigga you ain't nick cannon And this ain't wild and out Playin my position I ain't tryin' to foul out Instant replay yeah We bout to find out Hey where the referee I need to call the time out [Chorus: x2] If young is what they want Then young is what they gettin' They ask me what I do I tell em teachin' for a livin' What you say nigga I could show you how to make a mill right now And I could show you how to make a mill right now He say he just touched down And he need a dutch downed Second time he caught a date Think he goin' out a way Thirty six skyline We goin' for the fresh down Fresh planned defense Every time he come around We goin' to the super bowl If I make this field goal I understand you gotta beat Let me turn this knee to three He trippin' bout the extra point Make sure you bring my extra cash Next time I see your extra ass Hold up call the play Yeah I'm playin' quarterback 4 way 2 way bet I bring a quarter back Weigh it up bag it up pass it to my runnin' back I got short on my pay That's a flag yell this way [Chorus] Ninth inning bases loaded I'm going for the grand slam Tax free tax free Don't give a shit to Uncle Sam Youngin' playin' softball You playin' softball Yeah I'm playin' softball Same colors golf balls Catch me in the outfield That's a whole lot of grass Tryin' to buy a franchise That's a whole lot of cash Yeah that's right I'm savin' up Think I'm gonna buy the team Watch me get my bounty on Trying to get my money clean Always quick watch the bitch Cant afford another strike If I make it through this shit Then I can play another night Money fight money fight Gotta get my money right But first I gotta kick these hoes So make sure that you ridin' wit me [Chorus] |
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| 6. |
| 4:16 |
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Yeah
Can you please motherfuckin' rise For the national motherfuckin' trap-star anthem Lets go [Chorus] Cause bitch I'm amazin' Look what I'm blazin' Eyes so low Yea I look like an Asian Forever Thuggin' Forever Thuggin' Haters run they mouth They ain't talkin' bout nothin' Cause Bitch I'm amazin' Look what I'm blazin' Eyes so low Yea I look like an Asian Forever Thuggin' Forever Thuggin' Haters run they mouth They ain't talkin' bout nothin' Cause Bitch I'm amazin' Closed door armor Lookin' like its miller times Sixty Seven diamond chain Who he think he Busta Rhymes Bitch I bust a lot of rhymes Could of done a lot of time And I ain't never snorted shit Put it all up on the line Got a lot up on my mind Got a lot up on my plate Gotta feed my hood So I'm up and down the interstate The streets need a nigga So I'm in and out that vocal booth Hoes love a nigga Cause I'm in and out they yellow coupe But nothin' but banana split Say that I'm her favorite If you can take a lot of dick I can talk a lot of shit Go on baby swag it up Show them haters who your with Bring you want that gangster shit Who you niggas fuckin' with [Chorus] First I sold two mill Then I sold another one Told them if you pay for three That I will front another one Told them if they give me this Then ill record another one But if you can not give me that Ain't no sense in callin' back Fuck you think they sell me for Fuck you think they find me at Damn right American I'm gonna need a bigger hat Close your eyes imagine this Gonna need a bigger safe I got bills up in that bitch That bitch stacked up since 98 Let em talk Let em hate Watch them lick the navigate If you touch em Wipe em off Bring a brush Then take em off I can make an avalanche And I ain't talkin' Chevy trucks Call me Georgia lottery Cause I'll be talkin' mega bucks [Chorus] Must of spent ten grand To make they coupe stand taller First round draft pick Yea I'm mother fuckin' baller Just right your number down Baby girl I might call ya If she give it to me now She wont live to see tomorrow And if she playin' wit it She wont make it through the night Before the song with Kanye I had my money right Used to call me vice grips Yea I get my money tight Now its time to re up Then I make my money white You can catch me at my jewel Yea I like my money bright You can find me at the lot Yea I like my money fast Two hundred on the gas Two hundred on the dash Yea I'm spendin' all money Now I'm livin' in the past [Chorus] |
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| 7. |
| 3:40 |
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Everybody wanna be like me?
Y'all can be like me? Look at my watch Look at my wrist Nothin' like ya man he ain't shinin' like this Nothin' like ya man he ain't grindin' like this And even if he was, he ain't fuckin with cause I came so far from the bottom couldn't even see the top Just as soon as a fill the trap I'm rippin' up every block I'ma good god fearin' man with a criminal mind state Ain't nobody gave a shit and that's why we grind weight My grandma off in the church while I'm in the refrigerator In search of the baking soda right next to the mashed potatoes She prayin' for better days I'm prayin' they take this water Realest and stun and ship put that day on my mothers daughter [Chorus] My ambitions as a hustla (i wont deny it, I wont deny it) My ambitions as a hustla (i wont deny it im a straight hustla, I wont deny it) [Repeat: x3] Its Mr. Trap or die yeah yall remember me First album was a classic them critics weren't feelin' me Now as far as award shows we all know how that goes So whats all the doubt about because he ain't sellin' out Because he ain't givin' up because he don't give a fuck Because he ain't changin' up I guess he aint lean enough And just know I'm savin' up let you play with my sanity Gives a fuck what you think of me unless you feedin' my family Mother fuck all my enemies one time for my mini me's Listen to these niggas I bet you hear plenty me I'm who they pretend to be the one they pretend to do See me I'm a hustla I do what my hustlaz do [Chorus] Might not just be the best just know I plan to be I refuse to let suckers win but thats just the man in me Look it could be the G in me these niggas ain't seein' me Unless they seein' me in traffic and somethin' topic and drastic I say I grind like there 10 of me swear to god theres just one of me Look I know I ain't there yet just know that I'm gonna be I couldn't wait to see the day I could change where my momma stay Put the b.s. behind me theres too much money in front of me [Chorus] |
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| 8. |
| 3:49 |
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(Yeah y'all must done lost y'all mind)
Shawty Redd on the track (Aye bruh) What's happenin' homie (they rappin' like you makin' beats like me) I hear em nigga Shawty Redd on the track I trap all day trap all night Money all day I got money all night Why they keep sayin' yeah I don't even know I got court tomorrow I don't need to go I don't need a show I got shit to do Only God can judge me Who the fuck is you? They say who dat? Nigga we dat Today is trey day so I guess I'm tryin' to three dat Never have I ever served a nigga where he sleep at D's be at ya door nigga you ain't tryin' to see that See my suicide watch stay on suicide watch Kill yaself yeah them suicide rocks Had the nerve to write me a dear Young letter Killin' em Young you shoulda known better I paid too much you niggas play too much Let the swag do the talking I don't say too much You niggas sayin' too much Mr. 17.5 you niggas payin' too much [Chorus] They say who dat? Nigga we dat Shawty redd on the track They say who dat? Nigga we dat Reportin' live from the trap They say who dat? Nigga we dat Shawty redd on the track They say who dat? Nigga we dat Young live from the trap I don't chase no broads I chase money and power Next time I reup I'm a buy me a chopper And I ain't talkin AK's I'm talkin' shit wit propellers Fly to the club make my old bitch jealous Thug motivation this is straight celebration I see Gizzle in his chopper outside Central Station This ain't a mixtape but the tape's mixed Black tape red tape all on one brick Get it on the flo' get get it on the flo Last night I swear to God half a mil on the flo Fell asleep on the money like a pillow on the flo Woke up got money had to get it off the flo [Chorus] What you know about twenty grand stuffed in a white sock Pull off in a white drop like I play for the White Sox Play wit them white blocks play wit them white squares You call it what you want who the fuck cares? I don't never sleep, why? too paranoid, OK State of paranoia all I do is call my lawyer Tell em I know them niggas that might have a lil' trouble OK you knows me if you beat it I pay you double Y'all niggas knows me if I want to I make it double Just know it's water whipped so you might have a lil' trouble Might move a little slower might get a few complaints Say he ran outta gas he might need a half a tank Thank God it's Friday fresh off the highway Seen too many's out he bout to pull in the driveway Where? In the driveway Take the work out, cut the duct tape Check the work out, young! |
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| 9. |
| 4:58 |
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And you know... (Chea)
And you know... (Chea, get the money, get the money) And you know... (Get the money, nothin' but the money) And you know... (Bout the money, bout the money) And you know... (Bout the money, bout the money) (Young! Yeah, I see you nigga! Let's go!) [Chorus] I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool That don't mean shit, I don't know you (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (Hell nah!) I don't know you. (I don't know you niggas!) (Let's go!) (Yeaaah!) I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool. (The recession nigga!) That don't mean shit, I don't know you. (I don't know!) (I'm right back in ya ass homeboy!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) (Trying to take me out nigga!) I don't know you. I don't know you. (Ay ay ay!) [Verse 1] Feelin' is in this shit That's right I'm in this bitch Ya'll niggas acting like Young ain't never did this shit Nigga, 500 grams, rock solid, no shake (shake) Call them thangs Chappelles, he wants his other half baked (Wooh!) You know I like to scramble mine, Waffle House style Or leave 'em sunny side up and let 'em chill for a while (Damn!) Not only have I done it, I did it, I lived it Delivered it myself, yeah I'm making house visits (Young!) I'm praying while I'm driving, it's making me religious In the head lights behind me, it's making me suspicious And maybe I'm trippin', and maybe I'm not (not) Maybe it's nothing (nothing), just hope it ain't the cops (Okay!) [Chorus] I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool That don't mean shit, I don't know you (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) (I told these niggas, homie!) I don't know you. I don't know you. (Yeah!) (Let's go!) I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool. (These niggas looking around for me!) That don't mean shit, I don't know you. (I don't know!) (That's cool though!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. I don't know you. (Talk to 'em homie!) [Verse 2] I go there, get that and go back with that And then I flip that, then send that right back If it got 2 bags, it must be 5 stacks So you owe 5 stacks, bring that right back (Ah ha!) If it take too long, must be rerock 2 in the shoebox, nah these ain't Reebocks (Yeah!) I don't live there, I just cook there Ain't nothing in there, but fish and cookware (Young!) Can't drop our shit, work that fork though Lock up like woah, Young like fo' sho This shit right here, call that "come back" (Yeaaaah!) Drop this 9 off, and I'll be right back (Let's go!) [Chorus] I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool That don't mean shit, I don't know you (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. I don't know you. (Let's go!) I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool. That don't mean shit, I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. I don't know you. (Get at these niggas, homie!) [Verse 3] I don't know why these niggas tell lies Ya'll know damn well he ain't flippin' no pies All this bird talk make me want some Popeyes Ya'll getting no play off in my rides Fake ass niggas, how dare you compare Young? Black Crown Vic, yeah that used to scare Young My 6-2's come back like frisbees All these smoke fumes got me dizzy (Yeaaahhhhh!) They talk bricks, see I'm just listening (Ay!) *yawn* Say, I'm just listening (Yeah!) Hook might be tight, but that don't sound right I sold Snow White and he sold no white (Ayyy!) [Chorus] I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool That don't mean shit, I don't know you (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. I don't know you. (I swear to god!) I don't know you. (Let's go!) I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool. (I hear you niggas talk that shit!) That don't mean shit, I don't know you. (I don't know!) (I ain't see shit, yet!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I got this nigga!) I don't know you. [Outro: Jeezy singing/talking] And you know... (I ain't bouncing for none of you niggas, nigga) And you know... (I ain't cosigning none of you fake ass niggas) (Realest nigga in the BS nigga, Jezzy) And you know... (Ah ha ha!) And you know... (America is me!) And you know... (Ah ha ha!) (Yeah, they know me though!) (Let's go!) [Chorus Fading] I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool That don't mean shit, I don't know you (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. I don't know you. |
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| 10. |
| 3:49 |
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See I'm a' start off so slow yeah I said so slow
They love me out in D.C. just like gogo I said gogo yeah I said gogo See them right with Don Cannon it's a gogo See I want my song like Cocoa I like to heat mine up like Cocoa See dem 87 Jeans see the logo Every time a day, count em' baby gogo You know how the drop be everything slow You know how the drop be anything goes Remember back then when I got the snow low And I was in and out of state just like Romo Lookin' out for them boys no homo Can't tell em what your drivin' that a no no I'm gonna tell you this but keep it on the low low If it's number 2 then we might be the popo Things are gettin' higher Makes it hard on the buyers Sun is all around Sun rise Sun rise Pushup till we grind Rent bein' paid late |
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| 11. |
| 3:15 |
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[Chorus]
You niggas want word play But I'm bout bird play 1st of them month, yea we call that bird day Just look at em' fly (hey) [Repeat: x2] You niggas want word play But I'm bout bird play 3rd of the month, yea we call that bird day Just look at em' fly (hey) [Repeat: x2] I'm way too intelligent To play wit my intelligence What you trying to say? What I'm sayings not relevant? I still represent Cause I'm a representa 3 Benz and just for a 9 PC chicken dinner Young boss right back like a rubber band Bought a whip "look y'all, no hands" "Stop this nonsense where's your roof?" All dis nonsense, there's no use Married to the game yea we just got eloped Depending on the shipment we might need a boat I'm talking big money anybody any on the case Yea we switched up the status now we on to the states [Chorus] It just a waste wit all hip hop Young killed hip hop? "don't you know this dumb nigga still talkin' crack rocks" Got everybody followin' that makes him a leader And he got to get indicted just to make u a believer If that's that case then I really do apologize That I memorize And I fantasize Then I visualize And I strategize One false move will get your ass penalized Nigga you can't be serious What if Pac was hearing this "You bullshitting me?" I'm sure biggie would agree If he had to pass the torch, then that bitch'll go to me Now wouldn't you agree? does it matter? I accept [Chorus] Have you ever see a blue rolls go on the black grass? Nigga go broke in investing a black mask Entrepreneur he found him a new crack A round of applause congratulate that nigga Cause when he get rich they goin' hate that nigga They goin' try they best to try n break that nigga [Chorus] |
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| 12. |
| 3:47 |
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I go to..
Like that don't cha Yeah yeah yeah (hahaha) Yeah nigga Turn me up a lil bit Said I'm stressed out..so tired My days..so long Said I'm stressed out..so tired Gotta..move on [Chorus] I needa vacation I'm goin' to Decatur Where its greater See if I could stack me up some paper I needa vacation.. I'm going to da bluff Where its rough See if I could cook me up enough I needa vacation.. I'm goin to College Park Where its dark See if I could cook me up somethin hard I needa vacation.. I'm going to the fo' Where it go An er'body know I make it snow I needa vacation.. See me standin here Like a chandelier Gangsta of da year Sippin' belvidere I'm smokin' inglewood I'm feelin' hella good A nigga wish he could I wish a nigga would I'm smokin' on dat good I'm grippin' on da grain Louie 13 Mixed wit hurricane Like a crippled mane You could catch me wit dat cane Gonna be a bloody murda If I catch you with my chain See these hatin' ass nigga Gettin' on my nerves I'm so up on da job I'm at a loss fa words I put it on da hood Gettin' money til I'm dead Only thang I'm fearin' is da muh'fuckin' feds [Chorus] Yeah I'm outta hur Send ya a post card N if ya outta dat Send ya some mo' hard I need some piecea mind Some relaxation I'm mindin' my biness So why ya nigga hatin' I keep it too real So why ya nigga fakin' Ya try it if ya want Cuz my nigga waitin' Won't let cha stress me out Won't let cha worry me Jus cause I'm doin' good Won't let cha murda me Its drivin' me insane Its makin' me crazy Ya know ya owe a nigga So fuckk you pay me I put it on da hood Gettin' money til I'm dead Only thang I'm fearin' is da muh'fuckin' feds [Chorus] I needa vacation I'm goin to Pittsburgh Where its greater See if I could stack me up some paper I needa vacation.. I'm goin' to Summerhill Where its rough See if I could cook me up enough I needa vacation.. I'm going to da H-wood Where its dark See if I could cook me up some hard I needa vacation.. Jones Berg south Where it go Er'body know I make it snow I needa vacation.. Said I'm stressed out..so tired My days..so long Said I'm stressed out..so tired Gotta..move On I needa vacation.. Chorus |
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| 13. |
| 4:41 |
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Young Jeezy:
Waz Up You Gotta Man?!! Who Da Fuck Is Dat?? You Don't Know Who I Is?? Oh Yeah Well He Ain't Got Shit On Me!!! Ha Ha YOUNG!!!! [Chorus] Ya Nigga Ain'y Seein Me I Put That On Everythang Put That On Everythang Put Day On Everythang X 4 [Young Jeezy] I'm Going Out The Same Way I Came In Harder Than A Motherfucker real Street nigga i ain't nothin like these other suckas naw i mr. Club coaster i might buy this moutherfucker have these feds parked outside right outside this motherfucker you know the name bitch hotter than fish grease gotta a hundread gotta hundread movers that was this week she want me to get tha room man this bitch cheap what but she really roll the weed good and she a big freak yeah we owe 75 and her hands down my 87's doche canvona belt you know the mach elevens first name goach last name ends fix your mouth fix your face you might get a Benz!!! [Chorus] Ya Nigga Ain'y Seein Me I Put That On Everythang Put That On Everythang Put Day On Everythang X 4 [Lil Boosie] I Put That On Everythang Boosie Bad Azz!! Put That On Momma My Daddy and everythang i love for everythang i rap my gansters in the trap you can't see me when with a magnifying glass two hundread on the dash trys some gangs i bust your ass nigga whole clique iphones nigga get your shine on use to whip it up and zip it up now its the microphone no man alive can stop my i'm a hustler mane i want it bad cause bad azz come from nothin mane shinin on em' grindin on em' yall know what i'm talkin bout' if i show yo bitch my house she gone take my dick and floss show after show i'm gettin dope hundread g's at a time i'm MJ around my way and louisiana is mine NIGGA!!! [Chorus] Ya Nigga Ain'y Seein Me I Put That On Everythang Put That On Everythang Put Day On Everythang X 4 [Anthony Hamiton] Before You Report I'm A Man About His Biznus draw the line rydin' where the family is never cross it big bossin' it nothin now until i can solve it other dudes they can sue but they'll clown you i neal down on the real and i'll prey with you never walk to much i make you for us believe me i'll stay with my word!! [Young Jeezy] Yeah whats happenin oh okay haha one thing about it i know that means u bout it ya nigga ain't seein me waz up [Anthony Hamilton] Put that on everythang every thang every thang x3 |
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| 14. |
| 3:28 |
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(feat. Trey Songz)
Clear... Yeah... Ahaha... Yeah it's official Yeah... yeah yeah... Hey Ziggy I told them neggaz(oh Yah) They wouldn't believe me tho I do this shit tho [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] It's 3:45 She pulled up to my house Grabbed my strap, Got the door With a blunt in my mouth (haha) Say I'm 'bout to put the smack down You know I'll put the smack down And [? ] put the smack down She Park in the background Look at me I'm standing tall She knows how to keep it up We just left the club So you know we both drunk as f**k 30 min in... secound wind Call it cardioooooooo I go up and down round and round SUPER MARIO! Oh wee ohh wee she busting like a uzzy I'm riding that Zazuki She Wetting Such a Couzy Call it in... Coat 10 Get ready for the water Floowwwww Number 16 Terr it up [Chorus: Trey Songz] What can I say (I ain't lying) Ain't no easy way to say this (yahh...) And I don't know if you can handel it (I don't know if you can handel It) But I'm thinking about taking it (taking it there) Cause that's the only way you ain't gett it (and youu...) You lay around with them Boyz up town (Laying around) And I've been thinking about it all day long (all day long shawtii) And that two think I can't handel it (but her...) But I'm think I might end up taking it... [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] I'm thinking about it, then by recieving... She can get it right back up, just give her a reason Any given season Winter, spring, Summer, Fall... I came to see the show baby gon and make the water fall She know I'm the one to call when she want that good shit She know I'm the one to call when she wants the hood shit Baby looking all good about to meet her all hood Jump her in the call yah you know the handle all wood I stepped up in the spot (spot) Yah Smelling like a pound Yah you know I'm taking nam-... Yee ain't got to take em down Yee ain't got to take em off for mehh... Over a? gresident? About to be an accident Just call for? Gressem? [Chorus: Trey Songz] What can I say (I ain't lying) Ain't no easy way to say this (yahh...) And I don't know if you can handel it (I don't know if you can handel It) But I'm thinking about taking it (taking it there) Cause that's the only way you ain't gett it (and youu...) You lay around with them Boyz up town (Laying around) And I've been thinking about it all day long (all day long shawtii) And that two think I can't handel it (but her...) But I'm think I might end up taking it... [Verse 3: Young Jeezy] I don't know if you can handle this... Know if you can handle mehh First I'm gonna star right here where your man shud be I don't know if you can handle this... Know if you can handle Young If yee ain't never had a real Negga, Better get you one Come thru on some thug shitt(thug shitt) Gotta respect shit Yahh I come thru on some thug shitt (thug shitt) Gotta Accept it She know that I'm never shy most time we Probly high Kid licked the kitty catt Yah gon need an Alliby [Chorus: Trey Songz] What can I say (I ain't lying) Ain't no easy way to say this(ain't no easy way to Tell you this) And I don't know if you can handel it (I don't know if you can handel It) But I'm thinking about taking it (taking it there) Cause that's the only way you ain't gett it (and youu...) You lay around with them Boyz up town (Laying around) And I've been thinking about it all day long (Ohh...) And that two think I can't handel it (ohh... but her...) But I'm think I might end up taking it... There... there there there there Take... Ing... It... There... there there there there... AHH [Fading/Repeat] And How you doing Jeezyy... [x3] |
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| 15. |
| 4:06 |
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This is the greatest show on earth
What's understood ain't gotta be said SIMPLE Don't Let em Down I see you Zipo, I got ya homie [Verse 1] No mo Jose no mo Rosie They locked my dog up and that ain't ro-zay All he wanted was the fame make it last forever You get some ones I get some ones we make it rain together I'm talkin' Quabo dreams crystal fetishes Smokin' everyday just to keep ya sanity Just me and nigga like what up doe Still partyin' the club closed an hour ago I guess the back to back Lambo's a thing of the past We used to talk on a chirp now we talking through a glass Just like the glass I know he sees right through me Transparent I can't hide my window pain I'm thinkin' what to say to make him have a better day I'm walkin' down this lil hallway like what the fuck I'm gonna say As I'm walkin' down the halls I feel the stress in the walls I need to lighten up man this shit is too tense Feels like I need? my heart aches so bad When he sees my face he's gonna be so glad Then I look into his eyes swear to god I seen his soul Tell me what can make a hot boy stare so cold As I looked a lil deeper I saw a lil hope then he cracked a smile He still got his pride Keep doin' what you doin' hold us real niggas down No matter what you do don't let us real niggas down [Chorus] Jeezy don't do it Don't you let em down Young Jeezy Don't you let em down Young Jeezy No no no no no No Jeezy don't do it [Verse 2] I done been through so much real life done lose touch And yet so much yell of my sense of smell and I don't mean that literally But I mean this literally these niggas actors me I'm a factory Known for movin' big money sh*t at least a tractor No breaks no tires I'm a ride for these streets yeah till the wheels Fall off It's gonna take more then hate to get my focus off can't knock the Hustle still stackin' dead presidents They say he on his way out well that's a Reasonable doubt ain't no niggas like the ones I got friend or foe politics as usual I'm feelin' it still livin' with regrets with all these imaginary players you must love me I told y'all in do time the city is mine [Chorus: x2] No, no |
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| 16. |
| 5:21 |
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[Intro: Young Jeezy]
I put on...(x4) I put on for my city, on on for my city (x4) [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] 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, Thats right I work for Nasa This 7H is not a fraud, Call that bitch my bodyguard Call that bitch your bodyguard? Yeah, thats my bodyguard wear a lot of jewelry Young dont' 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 Out 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 [Chorus:Young Jeezy] (x2) 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 [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] Half bag, top back, Ain't nothin but a young thug HKs, aK'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 on 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 [Chorus] (x2) [Verse Intro: Kanye West] I put on...(x3) I put on for my city, I put on for my I put on for my city, I put on for my city On... [Verse 3: Kanye West] 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 the 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, Yeasy Yeasy, you don't Owe us no more You got that big fame homie, And you just changed on me You can ask big homie, Man the top so lonely I aint 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 [Chorus] (x2) [Outro: Kanye West] 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) 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) |
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| 17. |
| 4:29 |
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Cause I get allot of that(I get allot of that)
Put your hands in the air if you get allot of that(if you get a lot of that) I get allot of that Put your hands in the air if you get allot of that [Chorus: x2] Let's talk about hate cause I get allot of that Talk about money cause I get allot of that (I get allot of that, I get allot of that, I get allot of that,) Cause I get allot of that This can't be it man this shit is stress full Is that what it is I'm just successful, Maybe I'm to good to hood low down no good I just keep shit real just like you should, Twist my fingers throw up my hood Let's get this money I know I would I know that's right but still we do wrong J-bo got 30 but still we moved on Get them clamps out Get my groove on I stay iced out Get my cool on Best be cool homes Get my goon on I'll bust them to homes Get my lose on [Chorus] They say young fell off yeah the boy done lost it Been porting all my life baby I'm just exhausted I take a Gatorade break to get everything straight Now I'm sitting here like how much Gatorade make How much money would it take to make some mo money Damn right a nigga straight come get some mo from me I sold millions made them millions But still yaw doubt me what's this with out me Can't be that bad still got my trap swag And every time I do a show I leave with a trap bag Money in trash bags I call that garbage 20 thousand a trash bag It looks like garbage [Chorus] I get allot of that allot of this I need allot of it Sit on my bedroom floor counting all of it That money be Ludacris It just might shock you If you can't find Chaka then my right hands keep it Look I am simply on of the best Can't even lie i can't vouch for the depressed Just like zip-lock they get killed in the plastic Best add five grams so you can weigh it in plastic I am so dirty they wrap me in plastic When they wrap me in plastic need to put me in traffic They say that I'm difficult even different Show me the difference I'll bring you the difference [Chorus] |
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| 18. |
| 5:30 |
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Yeah Be The Realest Shit I Never Wrote
I Aint Write This Shit By The Way Nigga Some Real Shit Right Here Nigga This Will Be The Realest Shit You Ever Quote Lets Go My President Is Black My Lambo's Blue And I Be God Damn If My Rims Aint Too My Momma Aint At Home & Daddy Still In Jail Tryna Make A Plate Anybody Seen The Scale Lets Go My President Is Black My Lambo's Blue And I Be God Damn If My Rims Aint Too My Money's Light Green And My Jordans Light Grey And They Love To See White Now How Much You Tryna Pay Lets Go {Verse 1} Today Was A Good Day Hope I Have Me A Great Night I Dunno What You Fishin For Hope You Catch You A Great White Me I See Great White Heavy As Killer Whales I Cannot Believe This Who Knew It Came In Bails Who Knew It Came With Jail Who Knew It Came With Prison Jus Cuz You Got An Opinion Does That Make You A Politician Bush Robbed All Of Us Would That Make Him A Criminal & Den He Cheated In Florida Would Dat Make Him a Seminal I Say And I Quote We Need A Miracle And I Say A Miracle Cuz This Shit Is Histerical By My Nephews And Nieces I Will Email Jesus Tell Him Forward To Moses And CC Allah Mr. Soul Survivor Does That Make Me A Konvict Be All U Can Be Now Dont Dat Sound Like Some Dumb Shit When You Die Over Crude Oil As Black As My Nigga Boo It's Really A Desert Storm Thats Word To My Nigga Clue Catch Me In Las Vegas A.R. Arizona Rep For Them Real Niggaz Im Winnin In California Winnin In Tennessee Hands Down Atlanta Landslide Alabama On My Way To Sevana My President Is Black My Lambo's Blue And I Be God Damn If My Rims Aint Too My Momma Aint At Home & Daddy Still In Jail Tryna Make A Plate Anybody Seen The Scale Lets Go My President Is Black My Lambo's Blue And I Be God Damn If My Rims Aint Too My Money's Light Green And My Jordans Light Grey And They Love To See White Now How Much You Tryna Pay {Verse 2} I Said I Woke Up This Morning Headache THIS BIG Pay All These Damn Bills Feed All These Damn Kids Buy All These School Shoes Buy All These School Clothes For Some Strange Reason My Son Addicted To Polos Love Me Some Spinach Dip Im Addicted To Houston's And If The Numbers Is Right I Take A Trip Out To Houston A Earthquake Out In China A Hurricane In New Orleans Street Dreams Tour I Showed My Ass In New Orleans Did It For Soulja Slim Brought Out B.G. Its All Love Bun I'm Forgiving You Pimp C You Know How The Pimp Be That Nigga Go'n Speak His Mind If He Could Speak Down From Heaven He Tell Me Stay On My Grind Tell Him Im Doin Fine Obama For Mankind We Ready For Damn Change So Ya'll Let The Man Shine Stuntin On Martin Luther Feelin Just Like A King Guess Dis Is What He Meant When He Said Dat He Had A Dream My President Is Black My Lambo's Blue And I Be God Damn If My Rims Aint Too My Momma Aint At Home & Daddy Still In Jail Tryna Make A Plate Anybody Seen The Scale Lets Go My President Is Black My Lambo's Blue And I Be God Damn If My Rims Aint Too My Money's Light Green And My Jordans Light Grey And They Love To See White Now How Much You Tryna Pay {Nas} YeaH History Black History No President Ever Did Shit For Me Had To Hit The Streets Try To Flip Some Keys So A Nigga Wont Go Broke Then They Put Us In Jail Now A Nigga Cant Go Vote So I Spend Dough All These Hoes Is Trippin She Aint A Politician Honeys A Polotician My President Is Black Rolls Golden Charms 22 Inch Rims Like Hulk Hogans Arms When Thousands Of People Is Riled Up To See You That Can Arouse Ya Ego You Got Mouths To Feed So Gotta Stay True To Who You Are And Where You Came From Cuz At The Top Will Be The Same Place You Hang From No Matter How Big You Can Ever Be For Whatever Fee Or Publicity Never Lose Your Integrity For Years Theres Been Surprise Horses In This Stable Just Two Albums In I'm The Realest Nigga On This Label Mr Black President Yeah Obama Fa Real They Gotta Put Ya Face On The $5000 Dollar Bill My President Is Black My Lambo's Blue And I Be God Damn If My Rims Aint Too My Momma Aint At Home & Daddy Still In Jail Tryna Make A Plate Anybody Seen The Scale Lets Go My President Is Black My Lambo's Blue And I Be God Damn If My Rims Aint Too My Money's Light Green And My Jordans Light Grey And They Love To See White Now How Much You Tryna Pay (Outro} So Im Sittin Here Right Now Man (How Much You Tryna Pay) Its June 3rd Haha 2:08 Am Nigga I Wont Say Win Lose Or Draw Man We Congratulate You Already Homie See I Motivate The Thugs Right You Motivate Us Homie Thats What It Is This A Hands On Policy Ya'll Touchin Me Right Yeah 1st Black President Win Lose Or Draw Nigga Haha Matta Fact You Know What It Is Man Shouts Out Jackie Robinson Booker T Washington Homie Oh Y'all Aint Think I Knew That Shit Sydney Portea What Dey Do My President Is Black I'm Important Too Though Lambos Blue I'm Was The First Nigga To Ride Through My Hood In A Lamborghini Yeah Haha |
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