Young Jeezy [Rap]

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DJ Khaled
Dis for da hood, Dis for da ghetto
Dis for all dem niggas gettin dat money
Dat cash money, Dat 100 million dollar money
We got money
We da best

Rick Ross
Ridin big, gettin mine
Two microwaves flip a brick at a time
Bandana on da handle ready for da whip
When I wear da whitest soft watch it disappear
I disappear in da middle of da night
When I reappear bet da boss look so bright
Fo life, dough boy, More strikes, O boy
We ridin low, Gettin high
80 round drum let ya know da time
When you see da Maybachs nigga know its mine
Ridin on da 2 4's runnin ahead of my time
Watch runnin from kind, Anotha one on my mind
Phone bill 4 grand get ya ho in da line
In da hood ho niggas act funny
Only real niggas really get to touch cash money

Cool, Dr. Dre
I spend about 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars
And I came from da ghetto (ghetto), and I came from da ghetto (ghetto)
If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up
If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up
If ya ghetto

Birdman
Everyday a new whip hommie, So you know I gets my shine on
Flip after we flip hommie, So you know I gets my grind on
Birdman daddy, Pullin up in dat brand new Cadi
Got money, livin lavish, Got bitches, shippin baggage
Move dem thangs, Get dem thangs, Switch dat lane
Get dat chains, Flip dem thangs, Get yo money hommie do yo thang
See I got em like 10 times, spend money got em like 10 times
Flip dat got em like 10 times, Got money lik 10 more times nigga

Cool, Dr. Dre
I spend about 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars
And I came from da ghetto (ghetto), and I came from da ghetto (ghetto)
If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up
If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up
If ya ghetto

Young Jeezy
I'm from da ghetto, da bottoms, da hood, da slums
There's money out here, we just tryin to get some
Cool like Dre nigga, A like K
When ya talk about me you better watch what ya say
Don't ever keep dem thangs where ya lay
Cuz dem pussy ass niggas show da folks where ya stay
Ya thought he was ya dawg, said he was a G
Sounds like anotha code feeling to me
Niggas move sloppy and I really don't like it
F**k around and get everybody inedited
Saw dis shit commin, you woulda thought I was a psychic
F**k around go dead broke tryin to fight it

Lil Wayne
I, I, I all nighted, I every dayed it
And when it comes to my dues, I over payed it
Rated hood bitch, Bitch I'm hood bitch
I aint a asshole, but I'm on some hood shit
I wish I would switch, I don't know how
Blood gang sworm like a red ant pile
Mean mug, like I can't smile
Like my grill big, Coast me a 100 thou

Cool, Dr. Dre
I spend about 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars
And I came from da ghetto (ghetto), and I came from da ghetto (ghetto)
If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up
If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up
If ya ghetto

DJ Khaled
Cash Money Millionaires, Cash Money Billionaires, Cash Money Trillionaires
We rich, We aint neva gone stop, Neva
We got money nigga

Uh ay uh ay uh ay ay ay
It's Young Jizzle and
I'm back with Timbo whoa
With another hit
ya still stuck
in a limbo damn
An adlib here
and an adlib there ay
Fuck it adlibs everywhere
yeeeeeeeeah
As I proceed to give ya
what you need need
Spit tre drop
nigga cocoa leaves leaves
A Town pimp
tell me what
you know about it
Wanna talk white
I'll tell ya what
I know about it haha
I'm on that Grey Goose
higher than a pelican damn
Sophmore year
but I spit it like
a veteran yup
Gangsta, gangsta
you can tell
by the swag swag
And it's fresh off the lot
you can tell by the tag
what's up
It's about three
in the morning ay
Gotta leave with
somethin hot cuz
a nigga horny yeeeeeah
Now I'm in the parking lot
baby all over me haha
Ay ay wait
a minute ha let's go
It's about three
in the morning ay
Got my thang cocked cuz
them boys they be on it yeah
Niggaz 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 yup
and I'm so cool whoa
Let a nigga try
I'm ma act a damn fool ay
Got that welfare
we call it old school
Then we mix it all up
call it Pro Tools haha
Serve em demo tracks tracks
let em demo that yeah
All these bitches
in the club
what the bad ones at huh
She got a mean walk walk
I got a big stick yeah
I see ya muggin homie
I got a full clip yeeeeeeah
See I master that and then
I mastered this
Then I bring it all back
I gotta master wrist
I was on dro dro and
she was on Hen Hen
She was on her and
I was zonin let's get it
It's about three
in the morning ay
Gotta leave with
somethin hot cuz
a nigga horny yeeeeeah
Now I'm in the parking lot
baby all over me haha
Ay ay wait
a minute ha let's go
It's about three
in the morning ay
Got my thang cocked cuz
them boys they be on it yeah
Niggaz they be talkin but
they don't really want
it what ya say
Ay ay wait

Ya girl keep sweating me
she staring at
my rocks 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 three
in the morning ay
Gotta leave with
somethin hot cuz
a nigga horny yeeeeeah
Now I'm in the parking lot
baby all over me haha
Ay ay wait
a minute ha let's go
It's about three
in the morning ay
Got my thang cocked cuz
them boys they be on it yeah
Niggaz they be talkin but
they don't really want
it what ya say
Ay ay wait
a minute ha let's go

(Jazze Pha)
Ladies and Gentlemen..

(Hook - Young buck)
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla "WOOP, WOOP" homie if you see them laws
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla "WOOP WOOP" homie if you see them laws

(Chorus: Pimp C)
I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine (tryna make it do what it do)
Just another young nigga havin' thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it)
I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine (tryna make it do what it do)
Just another young nigga havin' thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it)

(Verse 1 - Young Buck)
I'm in the Porche no passenger
Feelin' like a filthy rich drug trafficker
See didn't nobody give me shit, I got my ass on that interstate
Made sure momma had food on that dinner plate
You not a boss if you ain't never took a loss
Some birds never landed, but 'least I didn't get caught
We don't even use scales, niggaz break off a brick
Whatever over is yours, homie just take it and get
They gave Big Paul life, but I ain't thinkin' 'bout stoppin'
'Cause soon he try to quit, that's when the feds came got him
Ain't nothin' in my name, and 50 cleaned up mine
I'm still paranoid though from what I left behind
Gotta put me some gloves on, they f**kin' wit Buck now
Tryna slow me down, got me pissin' in cups now
Three Kings on a mission, see we got it for cheap
You put us together, nigga the streets finna eat
YEAHH

(Chorus)

(Verse 2 - T.I.)
Hey
Remember standin' in the trap wit 5 or 6 over-vision and a pirat
That nigga who oderderd that quarter ki ain't even came by yet
Blew a whole O of dro, and I ain't even high yet
Spent 4 G's or mo', and I ain't even fly yet


Viper truck, Bentley grill, big wheel pimpin'
They done gave us 20 mil, well big deal pimpin'
Think we fakin' when we spittin', better get real pimpin'
'Cause we still will kill, you just better chill pimpin'
Get it how he used to live, and keep on fakin' for the women
In life we all make decisions even when faced with collisions
Like me at 13, out in no supervision
Straight thug livin', bumpin' pot drug-dealin'
Seen daily on the block, need Yay we on the block
Keep the hatin' to yourself, 'cause that AK be on the block
Dougy C be in the V, me and KT, we in the drop
Went from standin' on the block wit rock, to standin' on the top

(Chorus)

(Verse 3 - Young Jeezy)
Let's go
1 for the bread, and 2 for the blow
Mr. seventeen five, ya damn right it's gon' snow
Told y'all I was gon' blow, kinky B said so
Or not, back to chargin' 600 for an O
Ain't nothin' to a G, shit I been here before (True)
LA hoop nigga, all you gotta do is score
I turn the brick into a label, nigga I'm a boss
Brush my teeth in the morning, I ain't even gotta floss (Haha)
Sold two million records, and half a million O's (Damn)
Add it all up, it's 'bout a billion rocks
You can't be serious, you niggaz ain't fo' real
Just my ears alone, is like a quarter a mil' (That's right)
Hit ya by the tech, and blow half the budget (Yup)
I do it for the streets and mutha f**kers love it
Just copped the new Bent, you know ya boy pay cash
Now that's Thug Motivation for your mutha f**kin' ass (HaHa)
Wassup

(Chorus)

(Hook - Young Buck)
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla "WOOP, WOOP" homie if you see them laws
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla "WOOP, WOOP" homie if you see them laws

I went from old school Chevy's to drop top porches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces
And you ain't seen what I've seen
I can get a 100,000 in these Sean John jeans
I went from old school Chevy's to drop top porches
And you ain't did what I did
If you from where I'm from you gotta get how you live

Everybody already know jeezy real street nigga
Every time you see me all around street niggaz
I hope you got yours I keep mine
In the club blowing dro throwing up gang signs
And you already know dog
745 back to back me and O dog
These other niggaz is jokers
What they rein up wit I spent it up all the strokers
In one night eight bitches sipped bottles of cris
Forty grand sit back so you can glance my wrist
Keep bread so we carry dem toaster
But keep back though my earrings ferocious
It's not just my imagination
I'm the one in the topic in yo conversation
Jack boyz say they gon rob
But on the real fuck niggaz y'all don't want these problems

<i>[Chorus]</i>

Black tees, black ones, and a fitted cap
The Mack 11 make me walk wit a crazy dap
Y'all say we country niggaz yee-haw
The money comin back and forth like a seesaw
And y'all ain't never seen what we saw
Stacks of twenty dollar bills, bricks, or white rolls
What they got Lil Pha we don't care bout shit
Ludacris how they ride out twenty wit dem bricks
Shit I spit it for y'all
On the real my niggaz shit I spit it for y'all
Who gives a fuck about friends?
If you mix the baking soda wit it you can get a Benz
While y'all robbing and boosting
I'm standing over the stove like the chef in Houston
And it's not about the flip mane
Want the real bread it's all about your whip game

<i>[Chorus]</i>

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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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First I'm going to stack my flow
Then I'm going to stack some more
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
It's a wrap we on the way to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kicking her out

Patty cake patty cake microwave
These suckas make a square, god damn I'm paid
I'm so cool but I'm so hot and I'm so fly and you is so not
Show me what your working with, just like that
Turn around, bend over, bring it back
Snowman and Mannie Fresh bring it back
So Mannie Fresh and Snowman, it's a rap

Wrap it up in the club, ya I'm so crazy
These other rappers actors like Patrick Swayze
I try to tell them but these niggas aint hear me
Mossberg pump, i'm riding shotgun literally
Live from the projects, you know what it is
Hey Snowman can I get an adlib
Get the club crunk, cant take that from me
A drop ya, still got a lil jon money

First I'm going to stack my flow
Then I'm going to stack some more
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
It's a wrap on the way to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kicking her out

I see you lookin, what you looking at
Catch Snowman in the kitchen with his cooking ass
I'm so clean but I'm so grimey
So dirty but yet I'm so shiney
My nigga, Kiki B told me me finish my meal
Def jam 7 figures we can finish the deal
Some say I lucked up I call it perfect timing
Nigga, I can't lose the whole city's behind me

First I'm going to stack my flow
Then I'm going to stack some more
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
It's a wrap on the way to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kicking her out

I got million dollar dreams and federal nightmares
We pop chris my niggas and still drink beer
What did you expect man I came from nothing
Real street niggas wouldnt change for nothing
Got my nigga out the hood, it's such a wonderful feeling
Three car garage with the twelve foot ceilings
It ought to be a crime just to feel this good
I swear it ought to be a crime just to be in this hood

First I'm going to stack my flow
Then I'm going to stack some more
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
It's a wrap on the way to the house
My 345 I be king of the house

[Young Jeezy - Chorus]
You think you're ballin cause you got a block?
He think he ballin cause he got a block?
You know these hoes came to see me ball
You know these hoes love to see me ball

You think you're ballin cause you got a block?
He think he ballin cause he got a block?
You know these hoes came to see me ball
You know these hoes came to see me ball

[Lil Wayne]
These hoes call me Tunechi baby
N-ggas think they seeing me, they hallucinating
Bitch, I'm balling, ballin' like a muthaf-cker
12 gauge, bitch, I got a dozen of them
N-gga broke, acting like he got it though
I'm with a Spanish bitch, if she aint f-cking, adios!
So many cars I'm like eenie meenie minie moe
So many colours in the diamonds, Kaleidoscope
Last year I made a hundred million dollars flat

Run in ya house, get to poppin' at your shower cap
My homies got them firebirds like Pontiac
And if them bitches don't sell, we buy em back
Where the strippers, tell em Tune on his way
Tell them n-ggas I'm strapped like lingerie
I aint trippin, I'm ballin, call me NBA
I-I aint trippin, I'm ballin, call me NBA

[Young Jeezy - Chorus]
You think you're ballin cause you got a block?
He think he ballin cause he got a block?
You know these hoes came to see me ball
You know these hoes love to see me ball

[Lil Wayne]
You think you're ballin cause you got a block?
He think he ballin cause he got a block?

[Young Jeezy - Chorus]
You think you're ballin cause you got a block?
He think he ballin cause he got a block?
You know these hoes came to see me ball
You know these hoes love to see me ball

You think you're ballin cause you got a block?
He think he ballin cause he got a block?
You know these hoes came to see me ball
You know these hoes came to see me ball

[Lil Wayne]
These hoes call me Tunechi baby
N-ggas think they seeing me, they hallucinating
Bitch, I'm balling, ballin' like a muthaf-cker
12 gauge, bitch, I got a dozen of them
N-gga broke, acting like he got it though
I'm with a Spanish bitch, if she aint f-cking, adios!
So many cars I'm like eenie meenie minie moe
So many colours in the diamonds, Kaleidoscope
Last year I made a hundred million dollars flat

Run in ya house, get to poppin' at your shower cap
My homies got them firebirds like Pontiac
And if them bitches don't sell, we buy em back
Where the strippers, tell em Tune on his way
Tell them n-ggas I'm strapped like lingerie
I aint trippin, I'm ballin, call me NBA
I-I aint trippin, I'm ballin, call me NBA

[Young Jeezy - Chorus]
You think you're ballin cause you got a block?
He think he ballin cause he got a block?
You know these hoes came to see me ball
You know these hoes love to see me ball

[Lil Wayne]
You think you're ballin cause you got a block?
He think he ballin cause he got a block?

[Chorus]
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! (Hit 'em up bang motherfucker bang)
Westside! (Hit 'em up, bang motherfucker bang)

Do ya thug thing 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

[Chorus]

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 niggas 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 niggas ran like a track meet
I know my partners would have did the job for a flat fee
But seeing dem niggas 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

[Chorus]

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 murkinin' ya

[Chorus]

[Lloyd - Chorus]
Girl I wanna be the one, be be be the one
Girl I wanna be the one
Be the one to kiss you goodnight
Be the one, be be be be the one
Girl I wanna be the one, be the one
Girl I wanna be the one, be be be the one
Girl I wanna be the one, be the one to kiss you goodnight
Be the one, be be be the one, girl I wanna be the one
Be the one to kiss you goodnight.

? Open my eyes
Wake up in the morning, she on my mind
Get fresh, get dressed
The world, it's my time
So you can think about your soul
? cause you know we on
So let me turn off that phone
We aint gotta stop we grown
And I don't really give a f-ck who's calling
I don't really give a f-ck who's ballin'
Call me A. Keys, who's Fallin'
You's fallin', thats dude's problem
So hop in this thang
Forget what he said
Wanna text my favourite spread
My lips between your legs

[Lloyd - Chorus]

[Trey Songz]
? I'm headed over there
You better be prepared
Pullin' on ya hair
No kiddin', no trippin'
My dog and yo kitten
My head in yo mitten
If you take it than I'm gon' give it

If you throw it, then I'm gon hit it
I'm aint gon miss it, it's my mission I'ma kiss on every lip of yours
What now, touch down, your body like a score
Get it, I'ma get it like you never did before

[Chorus]

[Young Jeezy]
Look, Lloyd got me on these?
So all you see is these&nbsp;? rappers
Coconut kush, cocnut ciroc
Not behind the wheel, coconut the top
Get it? yeah I said nothing
Talk back to her, like what
Aint nothing sweet in my sweet
See I start off slow, go deep
Got an uptown&nbsp;?, it's over
I told ya, she my soldier
Yeh, Young be the boss
Everyday of the week I floss
Look off white rocks, no denim
Look off white drop, no rental
Yeah, top down in the winter
Say I ball too hard, Sportscenter
I'm in the club with my ice out
Start blowing up my iPhone
Like where ya at? where ya been?
What ya doing tonight, can you hit it again
From the back, while I'm on the scene
While you smoking blunts while ya drinking drinks
While ya other broads blowing up ya phone
WHile ya pulling my hair with ya Nike's on

[Lloyd - Chrous]

hey hey
yeah
told yall niggas i was gone keep it street nigga
thug motivation 101 man
lets get it

chorus
its young jizzle from the bottom of the map
gotta 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap(heeey)

i do it for the trap its wit the the the rocks
and og niggas wit the the the blocks(heeey)

verse 1
im strapped up,im iced out
a nigga play,his light out
cost a cool quartermillion, thats how youll find me
swirvin through traffic wit them goons behind me
better call ya crew,you gon need help
whole car strapped,and i aint talkin seatbelts
red cross nigga,yeah we draw blood
whole team got choppers like a bike club
and i dont get mad,i just get money
and laugh at these fuck niggas cuz they so so funny
all a gangsta do is stay fresh
45 wit that gucci teflon vest

chorus(1x)

verse 2
im on fire,the kid s out of control
competition want me to stop,drop and roll
like i had a flame thrower and some gasoline
set the city on fire,thats on erything
i walk around around like i gotta grip in my pants
yeah that s about 10 stacks halfa brick in my pants
fishscale got poppy on speed dial
ya niggas gettin raped ya still get oral based
my flow is bannanas the coupe is grape
evesle jeans wit the bape and apes
desert on the pillow choppers by the nightstand
go head roll the dice play wit ya life man

chorus(1x)

verse 3
all the tough talk ya just waistin ya breathe
hit ya ass wit them things have you chasin ya breathe
ya got loose lips ya better put a collar on em
black chanelle frames i spent a couple dollars on em
whole zip of kush just to get my mind right
gresham road see the warren get my sound right
my money come fast so thats how i spend it
trunk soundin like it got a marchin band in it
you in the minor leahes and im a heavy weight
flippin brick houses we call it realestate
5 thousand for the pound get ya curb service
sell a lot of grass like i gotta lawn service

chorus(1x)

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 and shit
Damn ya'll 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
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 westside
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 interruped our program
to bring you
this breaking news story
I'm Kelly Washingt
on reporting for
WKKT Cannel 7
Witnesses say that around
145 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
I was on my way
i was almost gone
I was almost there
i was almost home
It was some Kanye shut
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
Jesus lord forgive me for
Every Gram i sold
Every glock i popped
Every rock that i
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

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]

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

(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]

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

Shit man fuck

Drivers license and registration please

Hey what's up sir um, look um

Sir could you please step out the car

Oh not a problem officer its all good
I'm just know what I'm sayin'
Comin' from droppin' ma lil' boy off at ma baby momma house
Here go ma license right here

Trunk full of yoda heated situation
Flashlight in ma eyes he want ma registration (what)
Should I stay should I run
Got hard got soft got bills got guns (4real)
Ma drivers license is revoked
Just got done burnin' so I know he smell the smoke (damn)
But never let em see you see sweat'
Cause if he search ya trunk he might find the tec.
Or a bag full of O's
Wrapped in duck tape nigga between some dirty ass clothes.
But I talk to him the right way he told me
Slow it down and have a nice day.

[Chorus]
You can do ya thang shawty its okay
To floss but its still one rule player don't get caught.
'cause everything you gain dog and everything you lost
but its still one rule pimpin don't get caught.
Fuck every hoe you hit dog and every hoe you toss
'cause its still one rule player don't get caught.
You can ride clean shorty you ain't gotta walk
But its still one rule player don't get caught

Some niggas rob (what) some niggas slang (for real)
Some niggas stack (naw) some niggas bang (chea)
But I congratulate not playa
Hate you in the streets pimpin make ya move get ya cake
Fuck what you heard through the grapevine get outta line
Nigga I'm a straighten mine.
And I don't believe in wastin' time well catch them hoes later.
Stay on ya grind (that's right)
Gotta a low tolerance for ignorance (ignorance)
You thinkin' pleasure I'm thinkin' business.
The streets didn't raise no fool
When you live by the code nigga its only one rule

[Chorus]

Got the phone call (call) had a funny feeling (feeling)
Told him everything was cool and I was chillin' (chillin')
We use to chill out and smoke blunts
And I ain't seen him in a while maybe a couple months.
Said he want to holla he seemed anxious.
First thing on ma mind go and get tha strainers.
Make his folks pay a ransom bout him.
On that bullshit make a good example out him.
This nigga hot he on fire (fire)
I hope his ass ain't wearin' no wire naw dog he bullshittin'
Said his partner set him up the nigga snitchin'

[Chorus: x2]

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.

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 Keyshia lets go
Dreamin Dreamin
Dreamin Dreamin
Dreamin Dreamin
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
Moms smoking rocks same shit
I'm selling
So whos 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
What would I do her like
that Lord knows she strong
I know its been hard but
we made it baby
10 years clean so
shes still my lady
I must be dreamin
Dreamin Dreamin
Dreamin Dreamin
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 dawg
Handle your bizzness 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 still together
Headed og I sleep while
you drive
Me and my dawg yea
we chippin on fire
Remember back when
we shared out clothes
Look at us now nigga
we sell out shows
I must be dreamin
Dreamin Dreamin
Dreamin Dreamin
Dreamin 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 its starting to catch up
yea its gaing on my ass
Theres two types of niggas
preditor and prey
I'm a preditor
I pray 3 times a day
Mat Lue once said
one day you'll have kids
And how you gon explain
all that shit you did
I'm a soul suvivor far
from crook
She always said I was
a lot smarter than I look
So I took my dreams and
I made it some thousands
And I took my life and made
it an album
I must be dreamin
Dreamin Dreamin
Dreamin Dreamin
Dreamin Dreamin
Dreamin Dreamin
Dreamin Dreamin
Dreamin Dreamin
Dreamin Dreamin
Dreamin Dreamin

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slayers98







Big Bang

Manuel Arm..







The Curse

Bellman







I Suppose

Bellman






곡 200 | 담기 3 | 추천 1

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

매장음악
settee02







사이 (Feat. Wonder Girls & Pdogg)

에이트







Lalala...Love Song

애즈원







우리 사랑해요 (Feat. Supreme Team) (`우리 결혼 했어요` 삽입곡)

화요비






곡 76 | 담기 12 | 추천 1

(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League...)

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Fuck these haters, I’d kill ‘em all if I could
Ain’t scared of none of y’all, so you know my aim good
Blowin bin Ladie in my Porsche 911
Just left Ground Zero, on my way to kush heaven

Can’t slow down, too much evil in my rear view
Sometimes you wanna scream to God, but he can’t hear you
And even if you did, this’ll probably be disaster
Fuck you ‘plainin’ ’bout? It ain’t like you got cancer

Do it for my niggas on the block that got it worse
First the love, then the hate, that just a trap nigga’s curse
I betcha feel like the whole world hatin’ on you
But what’s the hold-up? The whole world waitin’ on you

(The fame...)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your glock ’til it’s empty
I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy

(The fame...)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your glock ’til it’s empty
I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
You mean to tell me from runnin’ my big mouth
That I could chill here in this big penthouse
All elevator’d up, black hardwood floors
Just to sit around and feel like it ain’t yours

Your conscience gotcha feelin’ like you done somethin’ wrong
But the flatscreen say "Motherfucker, we on."
Pardon me, nigga, do you see this view?
See Ruth’s Chris from here, what the fuck’s wrong wit’ you?

Lookin’ at my Rollie, yeah, it’s almost seven
Bill Gates state of mind wit’ an automatic weapon
You might ‘member from puttin’ on for the city
Or back when it was on two, goin’ for the fitty

Opened up a few squares, opened up a few tours
Just to show niggas keys open up doors
“Oh, we don’t fuck wit’ Young no mo’.” Why not?
The only thing I can figure, ’cause he on top

(The fame...)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your glock ’til it’s empty
I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy

(The fame...)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your glock ’til it’s empty
I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy

(The fame...)

[Verse 3: T.I.]
What up, world? Long time, huh?
Hey, look

Lately, I been off and out of sight, seldom out of mind
Ay, getcha bidne’ right, and stay the hell up out of mind
I’m out my mind, tryin’ to fix it ‘fore I’m out of time
Don’t worry ’bout me, God got me, bruh, I’m doin’ fine

Another year in prison, promise this is it for me
Tryna make it through the storm, should be makin’ history
No feelin’ sorry for me, keep ya pity and ya sympathy
Good or bad, take it like a man, whatever meant for me

How I did it make ‘em hate my spirit, they wish they could kill it
And they’ll take it however they can get it
Wanna see me fulla misery, walkin’ wit’ my head down
“Let’s decapitate ‘im, then we’ll see if he can wear his crown!”

[Young Jeezy]
(The fame...)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your glock ’til it’s empty
I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy

(The fame...)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your glock ’til it’s empty
I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy

(The fame...)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your glock ’til it’s empty
I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy

(The fame...)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your glock ’til it’s empty
I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy

(The fame...)

(Verse 1)
I'm here now, you old news
Got a couple porche trucks, couple old schools
I line ya ass up, switch ya tape backwards
Cuz i'm a real nigga, and i don't like rappers
And that ain't this, and this ain't that
And bitch I'm strapped.
Fuck with real niggas that will cut your throat
And they don't drink pepsi, they just sell coke.
All i do is talk doe its like my brains on drugs
You see me out nigga, i do my thing in clubs
Listen up, Jeezy got a little riddle
Stack of twenty dollar bills, two bands in the middle

(Chorus)
All the gangstas they gone ride to this
they gone grind to this
they gone shine to this
this is gangsta music (Repeat 4 times)
All the hustlas they gone ride to this
they gone grind to this
they gone shine to this
this is hustla music (Repeat 4 times)

(Verse 2)
We don't talk on the phone cuz it might stick
Got a play for the seven, call em mike vick
Dirty birds nigga, we play with them falcons
Know some niggas in the cater, that pay for them falcons
Talking young hungry niggas, eat ya whole plate
Jeezy place the order, niggas eat ya whole face
You got me mis construed, all fucked up
Jump out, hit the switch, light ya ass up.
Carbon 1-5, with the hundred round drum
Got plenty for any nigga, think he want some
We don't leave em at the house, we bring em out
My chain for ya life, we can swap em out

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
The hoes love my voice, make they pussy moist
Certified G Shit, I'm the gangstas choice
Niggas poppin off, I hope they bullet proof
Leave holes in ya the size of a sun roof
Mac 11 in the club, and the snub nose
Swear to god, I knock you niggas out ya fucking clothes
Lay ya ass flat, like a door mat
Niggas askin for it, but they don't want that
In the rap game, taking niggas clientelle
White ones like the potta that i used to sell
Give a fuck about a player hater
Hit em with the tube, flush his whole radiator

(Chorus)

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]

[Intro]
Smoke somethin, bitch
UGK, hold up, talkin bout, uhh

[Pimp C]
Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab, sippin barre
Smokin weed, sellin white
Them other niggaz shit don't come back right
That's how niggaz get popped
Trying to get the cheaper price
Watch yo' paper, guard your life
Cause most these niggaz ain't livin right
Keep yo' pistol, fuck a fight
Cause niggaz out here jack every night
I keep my mind on my money nigga fuck the fame
Big face hun'erds, keepin the game
Hittin the corner in the candy thang
Sittin on leather, grippin the grain

[Chorus: Z-Ro] + (Young Jeezy)
Good weed, good drink, big money, we- (AYE!)
Rollin in somethin' foreign, I'm leather grippin grain (YEEEAH!)
I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed

[Bun B]
Well I came in the door, I said it befo'
I never fuck a hoe without head no more
I never pull up in nuttin less than a four
And I smoke cigars, it ain't just for the show
I'm blessed from the do', and known for my stidile
I send a nigga baby mamma home with a smidile
You can have the bitch nigga, I ain't sending men out
Smoke weed and freestyle, no instrumental
Been out, lived through the wicked streets of P.A.
Motherfuck the judge, prosecutor and the DA
Head to the H, where the hoes will fuck three way
Two way, four way, anyway the Pro say
Never hear a hoe say no I won't, no I can't
Stop it and no I don't
Cause a bitch know that I might just explode
And slap her in the face with a pie a la mode
Cause a nigga gettin throwed

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[Young Jeezy] (adlibs)
You already know what it is, nigga
Snowman, 16 5 a piece, nigga USDA
I grind hard (grind hard) and play harder (play harder)
Break out the pot (YUP) heat up the water (DAMN!)
Swear to God the minivan do tricks
Hit the bricks hit the lions and wow, there go them bricks
Slide through the hood (HOOD!) sittin on some big wheels
Niggaz coppin white and turn flips like cartwheels
Trapstar, my NexTel chirp all day (AYE!)
Ridin' dirty, three nines and a four way (G-YEEEAH!)

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Big money, mayn - we only ride the best
This one and only, big homey
Tried to told you I'm thug, ha

So far I'm tourin on foreign land
Worldwide I'm known for the Arm & Hamm-
-Er, Murder the streets I'm a wanted man
(But the flow's like dope) So it's on again
Started with the block, hit it brick by brick
Then I charted with the ROC nigga, hit by hit
I'm retarded with the glock nigga, clip by clip
The competition is none, they deceased to exist
Let it breathe a little bit
He's off his rocker, he's a lil schitz'
Roll like a football, Hov' used to cook raw
Now I got the game sewn like granny's good shawl
Sure, y'all niggaz want war
Y'all got it backwards, y'all should want raw
Y'all should want more (and more, and more - uhh!)

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

<i>[Young Jeezy]</i>
I'm the realest nigga in here you already know
Got trapper of the year four times in a row (what they give you?)
A lifetime supply of baking soda clientele
A Rolly Watch, two pots and three scales
Can get bout 50 and a Hummer
The birds fly down south to Georgia for the summer
Money, hoes, cars, clothes
Coke prices up and down like six-fours
Just cuz I'm fly like a helicopter
The fed rallies on my tail call 'em bird watchers
Minus the bullshit life's great
Just got a camera in the peach in my license plate

<i>[Chorus]</i>
What it do? What the business is?
Word on the street Jeezy known to handle his
Bitch getcha mind right let me talk to 'em
Bitch getcha mind right let me talk to 'em
What it do? What the business is?
Word on the street Jeezy known to handle his
Bitch getcha mind right let me talk to 'em
Bitch getcha mind right let me talk to 'em

<i>[Young Jeezy]</i>
It's not a trick question yeah I'm strapped bitch
Also ripped nigga miss me wit that rap shit
Rappin ass nigga better do numbers
I ain't gotta rap I'ma do numbers
A big shoot out on the highway
Jeezy hangin out the coupe lettin' it ride sideways
A straight g nigga don't tempt me
I'll linger the whole clip til the shits empty
Big stacks yeah I got that
That's why I copped that cris by the six packs
Got the feds lines ringin let a telephone
Snitches want me locked up like Akon

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Young Jeezy]</i>
Jeezy a rider, Jeezy a motherfuckin fool
Don't approach him like that you and Jeezy ain't cool
Jeezy a gangsta he rolls wit the real g's
And if he's smokin best believe its real trees
From L.A. Straight cush
Presidential shit call it George bush
Everyday is like a game call it fear factor
Gotta trunk full of bricks like a contractor
Seen niggaz leave here and they ain't comin back
Left 'em slumped on the grain in his Cadillac
Jimmy crack horn Jeezy flip O's
I just stick to the script y'all niggaz hoes

Guess who's bizzack
Still smell the blow on my clothes
Like crispy cream I was cooking them o's
Like horseshoes I was tossin them o's
Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow
I'm emotional
I hug the block
I'm so emotional
I love my glock
Cash rules everything around me
So what's realer
Bout the scriller so call me a ghost face killa
Its kinda hard to be drug free
When georgia power won't give a nigga lights free
Switched hustles been killin' 'em ever since
Been paid to tell the truth it only make sense

[Chorus]
When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy
And watch the dope boys go crazy
I pop my collar then I swing my chain
If you catch me in the club pimpin' doing my thing
When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy
And watch the dope boys go crazy
They pop my collar then they swing they chain
All the gangstas in the street that be doin' they thing

By 18 the hard way
Now have a humble nigga thinkin' 'bout gun play
Now who the fuck want to play with guns
A lotta hoes a lotta blood dog
That shit ain't fun
So I suggest that you don't play with my chain
Or I'll send these hollow's at you
Let them play with ya brain
The streets is watchin'
The name is warm
The products white
A star is born
Pimpin' I'm so fly
I take this parachute off
I might fall and die
Wrap the work with spandex with the latex
Then we ship it outta town
Call it safe sex

[Chorus]

Uh, more than a hustla I'm the definition of it
Master chef, lord of the kitchen cupboard
More than a street legend, homey it's hova
More than a relief pitcher, I'm the closer
The Mariano of the Marriott, ah
If money talks, the whole world's bout to hear me out
See I'm a hustler's hope, I'm not his pipe dreams
So when they speak of success, I'm what they might mean
Attract money my worst color is light green
My favorite hue is Jay-Z blue
Don't follow me young'n, follow my moves, I'm not a role model
A bad influence got the world drinkin gold bottles
When puff was in that tub spillin mo'
I was at my video, cris' on the speedboat
In my lifetime nigga, go through your research
St. Thomas my nigga, that was me first
Chrome shoe'd the gs, I came feet first
In the game like a baby boo on the breach birth
I got the keys if you need work
I can kingpin you a line, the diamond of time (uhh)
My niggaz love it when I talk like this
My corporate people start buggin cause I talk like this
The corporate thugs is like, "Nah hov, talk that shit"
The dope boys go crazy when they hear that boy jay-z
See I'ma '80s baby, master
School of hard knocks, everyday is college
You ain't did nothin I ain't did, nigga pay homage
Or pay the doctor, I sprayed lami's
Still, the time'll reveal, you know I'm bein honest
Ya ain't put my coat yet and I keep my shit in coat check
They say the truth shall come to the light
So everybody grab your chains cause your boy that bright

[Chorus]

Guess who's bizzack
Still smell the blow on my clothes
Like crispy cream I was cooking them o's
Like horseshoes I was tossin them o's
Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow
I'm emotional
I hug the block
I'm so emotional
I love my glock
Cash rules everything around me
So what's realer
Bout the scriller so call me a ghost face killa
Its kinda hard to be drug free
When georgia power won't give a nigga lights free
Switched hustles been killin' 'em ever since
Been paid to tell the truth it only make sense

[Chorus]
When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy
And watch the dope boys go crazy
I pop my collar then I swing my chain
If you catch me in the club pimpin' doing my thing
When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy
And watch the dope boys go crazy
They pop my collar then they swing they chain
All the gangstas in the street that be doin' they thing

By 18 the hard way
Now have a humble nigga thinkin' 'bout gun play
Now who the fuck want to play with guns
A lotta hoes a lotta blood dog
That shit ain't fun
So I suggest that you don't play with my chain
Or I'll send these hollow's at you
Let them play with ya brain
The streets is watchin'
The name is warm
The products white
A star is born
Pimpin' I'm so fly
I take this parachute off
I might fall and die
Wrap the work with spandex with the latex
Then we ship it outta town
Call it safe sex

[Chorus]

Uh, more than a hustla I'm the definition of it
Master chef, lord of the kitchen cupboard
More than a street legend, homey it's hova
More than a relief pitcher, I'm the closer
The Mariano of the Marriott, ah
If money talks, the whole world's bout to hear me out
See I'm a hustler's hope, I'm not his pipe dreams
So when they speak of success, I'm what they might mean
Attract money my worst color is light green
My favorite hue is Jay-Z blue
Don't follow me young'n, follow my moves, I'm not a role model
A bad influence got the world drinkin gold bottles
When puff was in that tub spillin mo'
I was at my video, cris' on the speedboat
In my lifetime nigga, go through your research
St. Thomas my nigga, that was me first
Chrome shoe'd the gs, I came feet first
In the game like a baby boo on the breach birth
I got the keys if you need work
I can kingpin you a line, the diamond of time (uhh)
My niggaz love it when I talk like this
My corporate people start buggin cause I talk like this
The corporate thugs is like, "Nah hov, talk that shit"
The dope boys go crazy when they hear that boy jay-z
See I'ma '80s baby, master
School of hard knocks, everyday is college
You ain't did nothin I ain't did, nigga pay homage
Or pay the doctor, I sprayed lami's
Still, the time'll reveal, you know I'm bein honest
Ya ain't put my coat yet and I keep my shit in coat check
They say the truth shall come to the light
So everybody grab your chains cause your boy that bright

[Chorus]

Guess who's bizzack
Still smell the blow on my clothes
Like crispy cream I was cooking them o's
Like horseshoes I was tossin them o's
Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow
I'm emotional
I hug the block
I'm so emotional
I love my glock
Cash rules everything around me
So what's realer
Bout the scriller so call me a ghost face killa
Its kinda hard to be drug free
When georgia power won't give a nigga lights free
Switched hustles been killin' 'em ever since
Been paid to tell the truth it only make sense

[Chorus]
When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy
And watch the dope boys go crazy
I pop my collar then I swing my chain
If you catch me in the club pimpin' doing my thing
When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy
And watch the dope boys go crazy
They pop my collar then they swing they chain
All the gangstas in the street that be doin' they thing

By 18 the hard way
Now have a humble nigga thinkin' 'bout gun play
Now who the fuck want to play with guns
A lotta hoes a lotta blood dog
That shit ain't fun
So I suggest that you don't play with my chain
Or I'll send these hollow's at you
Let them play with ya brain
The streets is watchin'
The name is warm
The products white
A star is born
Pimpin' I'm so fly
I take this parachute off
I might fall and die
Wrap the work with spandex with the latex
Then we ship it outta town
Call it safe sex

[Chorus]

Uh, more than a hustla I'm the definition of it
Master chef, lord of the kitchen cupboard
More than a street legend, homey it's hova
More than a relief pitcher, I'm the closer
The Mariano of the Marriott, ah
If money talks, the whole world's bout to hear me out
See I'm a hustler's hope, I'm not his pipe dreams
So when they speak of success, I'm what they might mean
Attract money my worst color is light green
My favorite hue is Jay-Z blue
Don't follow me young'n, follow my moves, I'm not a role model
A bad influence got the world drinkin gold bottles
When puff was in that tub spillin mo'
I was at my video, cris' on the speedboat
In my lifetime nigga, go through your research
St. Thomas my nigga, that was me first
Chrome shoe'd the gs, I came feet first
In the game like a baby boo on the breach birth
I got the keys if you need work
I can kingpin you a line, the diamond of time (uhh)
My niggaz love it when I talk like this
My corporate people start buggin cause I talk like this
The corporate thugs is like, "Nah hov, talk that shit"
The dope boys go crazy when they hear that boy jay-z
See I'ma '80s baby, master
School of hard knocks, everyday is college
You ain't did nothin I ain't did, nigga pay homage
Or pay the doctor, I sprayed lami's
Still, the time'll reveal, you know I'm bein honest
Ya ain't put my coat yet and I keep my shit in coat check
They say the truth shall come to the light
So everybody grab your chains cause your boy that bright

[Chorus]

You know we trap
all day play all night
This is the life of a
the life of a ey
Go getta ey Go
getta ey Go getta yea
You in the club you see
a bad bitch point her out oh
Yeah you damn right
I'ma ey You damn right
I'ma ey
Go getta ey Go getta ey
Go getta yea
In the immediate state
they callin me will smith
Gotta thing on my side
you can call that Jada
The boys talkin down yeah
we call em hatas
I'm ballin right now so
we'll get to that later
Be the first to admit
I'm such an alcoholic
Only blow that good shit
yeah that whatchamacall it
Catch me posted on tha block
in somethin exotic
07 yeah tha same
color hypnotic
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 play all night
This is the life of
a the life of a ey
Go getta ey
Go getta ey Go getta yea
You in the club you see
a bad bitch point her out oh
Yeah you damn right I'ma ey
You damn right I'ma ey
Go getta ey
Go getta ey Go getta yea
We live life on tha 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
you can place your bets
Yea I'm just gettin started
so I ain't done yet naw
Risk it all you can lose
your life what else can
I say
That's a hell of
a price dayumm
I don't under cause
I overstand
No time for mistakes so
I'm overplayin
I'm in tha club like what
4 5 wit me
And I'ma stay thuggin til
the feds come get me
You know we trap
all day play all night
This is the life of a
the life of a ey
Go getta ey
Go getta ey Go getta yea
You in the club you see
a bad bitch point her out oh
Yeah you damn right I'ma ey
You damn right I'ma ey
Go getta ey
Go getta ey Go getta yea
Hey hey this is how
we play when
we roll up to the club high
sittin on 20 treys
Hop out like we fabolous
Top models grabbin us
They love them
Go gettas only in America
Put D on chicks
like wallace turn em
Thinkin they can have
all this
Can't deny it when
you see the wheels spinnin
Boy kells out the coupe
in Miami white linen
Chips big spendin walk out
the club witha
shitloada women
Soon as I see one
I like I'ma get it
I'ma get it oo
I'ma get it cause
I'ma Go getta
You know we trap
all day play all night
This is the life of a
the life of a
Go getta ey
Go getta ey Go getta yea
You in the club
you see a bad bitch point
her out oh
Yeah you damn right
I'ma ey
You damn right I'ma ey
Go getta ey
Go getta ey Go getta yea

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I Suppose

Bellman






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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]

Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'

Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin' hustlin' hustlin' hust-hustlin'

Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with, I'm the fuckin' boss
Seven forty-five, white on white that's fuckin' Ross
I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat (What)
I keep 'em comin' back (What), we keep 'em comin' back
I'm in the distribution, I'm like Atlantic
I got them motherfuckers flyin' 'cross the Atlantic
I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega
He owe me a hundred favors
I ain't petty nigga, we buy the whole thang
See most of my niggas really still deal cocaine
My roof back, my money rides
I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm runnin' like
When they snatch black I cry for a hundred nights
He got a hundred bodies, servin' a hundred lifes

[Chorus]
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm

We never steal cars, but we deal hard
Whip it real hard whip it whip it real hard
I caught a charge, I caught a charge
Whip it real hard, whip it whip it real hard
Ain't bout no funny shit still bitches and business
I'm on my money shit still whippin' them Benzs
Major league who catchin' because I'm pitchin'
Jose Canseco just snitchin' because he's finished
I feed 'em steriods to strengthen up all my chickens
They flyin' over Pacific to be specific
Triple C's you know it's back we holdin' sacks
So nigga go on rat, run and tell 'em that
Mo' cars, mo' hoes, mo' clothes, mo blows

[Chorus]

It's time to spend my thrills 'cause I'm spinnin' wheels
I ain't drove in a week them bitches spinnin' still
Talk about me because these suckers scared to talk about me
Killers talkin' bout me, it ain't no talk about me
It ain't no walkin' 'round me, see all these killers 'round me
Lot of drug dealin' 'round me goin' down in Dade County
Don't tote no twenty-twos, Magnum cost me twenty-two
Sat it on them twenty-twos, birds go for twenty-two
Lil' mama super thick, she say she twenty-two
She seen them twenty-twos, we in room two twenty-two
I touch work like I'm convertible Burt
I got distribution so I'm convertin' the work
In the M-I-A-YO them niggaz rich off that Yayo
Steady slangin' Yayo, my Chevy bangin' Yayo

[Chorus]

Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay
Class In Session When
I Talk Then Listen
But U Know How
It Go Real Niggas
Pay Attention Aint
Talkin Money We Speakin
A Different Language
The Hatin Niggas Gonna Be
The Translators
They Move To Slow When
I Think To Quick Thats Why
I Flash Like Gordon
Im Light Years Ahead Of U
Niggas Thats Why
I Forgot More
Than You Learned
Its My Spot Now U Better
Wait Your Turn And That Yayo
Shit Is Irrelavent
You Cant Hide The Fact That
Im Intellegant Street Smart
With The Little Book Sets
A Young Nigga With Alot Of
Common Sense They Say
Im Shallow But
I Think So Deep
How Deep Deep As
The Abys So When
You Get A Minuet 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 Niggas
To Get Money
Now I Command You Niggas
To Get Money
Now I Command You Niggas
To Get Money
Now I Command You Niggas
To Get Money
Rock Ice Yeah Nigga
Live Life Cant Explain
The Feeling When Im Riddin
In The Chevy Im On
Top Of The World
Just Gives Me The Chills Yet
Im Big On Wheels A Thousand
There With The Dreams
In Mills Then Grands At
The Mall Just For Thrills
Shit I Get It Right Back
Nigga Thats For Real Its All
In The Game Free Throws And
Fouls Half A Mill
In The Bassment Got Damn
Im Flavored I Want
It All No Matter
The Cost Fuck
The Consequences Aint Nothin
To A Boss Made Alot
Out Of A Little Something
Out Of Nothing
Im So Proud Of Me Put
The Streets On Top Where
Their Supposed To Be
The Sky Is The Limit Thats
What Jeezy Said And
The Limmit Is The Sky
Lets Slice That Pie
Hypnotized
You Are Hypnotized
Hypnotized
You Are Hypnotized
Hypnotized
You Are Hypnotized
Hypnotized
You Are Hypnotized
Now I I Command U
Niggas To Get Money
Now I I Command U
Niggas To Get Money
Now I I Command U
Niggas To Get Money
Now I I Command U
Niggas To Get Money
Hypnotized
You Are Hypnotized
Hypnotized
You Are Hypnotized
Hypnotized
You Are Hypnotized
Hypnotized
You Are Hypnotized
Now I Command
You Niggas To Get Money
Now I Command
You Niggas To Get Money
Now I Command
You Niggas To Get Money
Now I Command
You Niggas To Get Money

20120112
slayers98







Big Bang

Manuel Arm..







The Curse

Bellman







I Suppose

Bellman






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Yeah! Yeah! (ay!)
These niggas ain't talking bout shit! (ha ha!)
Cause I got money (I got money nigga)(That's right!)(ha ha!)
Get your motherfucking hands in the air!

All I know is, the sky is blue and the coupe is new (jeah!)
And if your money right, then the coke is white (yeah!)
The birds fly south every year in the night (ey!)
Gotta get it how you live, mother fuck them haters (jeah!)
Get 'em in Get 'em off, like hot potatoes (ha ha!)
(Good morning Vietnam) Yeah we trying to earn stripes
Get jammed up with what it cost you your whole life (damn!)
So say goodnight to the bad guy (jeah!)
Fresh pair of eighty-seven jeans I'm so fly (ha ha!)
My seats is suade, my luggage is Louie (true!)
And every bitch in the projects wanna do me (ey!)
Snowman's the name
Hundred grand on the chain
What's up!

[Chorus]
My seats is suede, my luggage is Louie (ey!)
And every bitch in the projects wanna do me
Cause I got money (Cause I got money, Cause I got money) (ha ha!) (Yeah!)
(I'm telling the truth nigga I got money)(No, I'm serious nigga)
Remember when I couldn't afford no clothes (ay!)
But nowadays a nigga hit the baddest hoes (yeah!)
Cause I got money (Cause I got money, Cause I got money) (ha ha!) (Yeah!)
(No, I'm serious nigga I got money)

The Chevy sitting so high but the rims sit low
I got 'em from ballas (jeah!)
C-T-E that's the label that pays me
I own that so I pay myself (ha ha!)
Being broke's bad for my health (ey!)
NyQuil green (green!), 26 inches (jeah!)
Green bramail pull twenty-six bitches (that's right!)
Make a quick stop, serve 9 o's (these are my confessions)
I'm a sucker for clothes (ha ha!)
That paper stack up, if you let it (jeah!)
But I keep fucking up, I gotta shoe fetish (naw!)
Bad habits, I'm at Walter's every week (week!)
50 pair of new Nike airs ain't cheap (damn!)
You know I gotta get the cap to match (match!)
New era shit, I A-town at that (A-town!)
Throw the bags in the trunk, right back to the trap
What's up!

[Chorus]

Ay! ay!
Say Jeezy man lets show these sucker niggas
How to fuck up some money right quick man
Let me tell you some funny shit that happen to me

She seen me in a drop, 4:30 downtown evening Houston (OK!)
Caught a flat tire, I had to leave it in Houston
And then I ran out of gas in the blue GT
(Ay fuck it) The next week I went and cop a new GT
So naw ballin' what they call it, they call it living the life
And you can't help to spend it pimpin' if you getting it right
Ey listen, if you was getting what I be getting tonight
You too would be high as kite blowing dro on a flight
Oh I'm G4'ing it myself, but ey commercial aight
Just security be a bitch
Can't get in with this (ha ha!)
Bought everything a hundred million will get
I'm in a vanguish, tell that bitch 'fore she begin to sit
You know that!

[Chorus]

Ride till I die
Lord knows stay high
And I love it
And I love it Let's go
We count hundreds
on the table
twentys 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
YEEEEEAHHH
I don't believe
I need some more
fucking proof
I ain't want the four door
I copped the motherfucking
coupe HAHA
They tryin be me
I'm just tryin be G
And everything comes to
em like you'll see
These niggaz
in the dark baby
I'll just shine
I do it from the heart
homie they just rhyme
Check your watch nigga
it's my time HEY
Mind made up
I was on my grind
So pay attention yea
you on my time
In that case time waits
for no man
Do it again
I done that before man GYEAH
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
twentys 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
Yea I blew up
but they like that
They switched up on me
and I ain't like that
Sold my first brick yea
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
twentys 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
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 block yea
the work was hard
Ride with the top down so
I'm closer to God
My PO 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
twentys 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 till I die
Lord knows stay high
And I love it
And I love it
Ride till I die
Lord knows stay high
And I love it
And I love it

Ride till I die
Lord knows stay high
And I love it
And I love it Let's go
We count hundreds
on the table
twentys 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
YEEEEEAHHH
I don't believe
I need some more
fucking proof
I ain't want the four door
I copped the motherfucking
coupe HAHA
They tryin be me
I'm just tryin be G
And everything comes to
em like you'll see
These niggaz
in the dark baby
I'll just shine
I do it from the heart
homie they just rhyme
Check your watch nigga
it's my time HEY
Mind made up
I was on my grind
So pay attention yea
you on my time
In that case time waits
for no man
Do it again
I done that before man GYEAH
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
twentys 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
Yea I blew up
but they like that
They switched up on me
and I ain't like that
Sold my first brick yea
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
twentys 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
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 block yea
the work was hard
Ride with the top down so
I'm closer to God
My PO 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
twentys 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 till I die
Lord knows stay high
And I love it
And I love it
Ride till I die
Lord knows stay high
And I love it
And I love it

Ft. Lil Wayne[Akon]Rubbin' on that Italian leatherThem Konvict jeans onAy yo Weezy you readyYeaKonvict (Konvict)[Chorus]I get it in til the sun riseDoin' 90 in a 65Windows rolled down screamin outAy ay ay I'm I'm so paidNumber one hustler gettin' moneyWhy you wanna count my moneyI'm a hustler don't needNahn one of y'all seeI'm so paidSee police on the crooked IDoin a 100 on Interstate ninety-fiveMy shorty leanin blastin that do or diePushin that motherfuckin woodCuz we certifiedGot a system that'll beatAnd knock your wall offGot a pump under my seat the sawed-offGot a bunch of goonsHope they never call offAnd my snipers sittin on the roofAlready saw y'allAin't too much to put a strain on meThat's the reason whyI have to put the blame on meRather have them dolla' bills rain on meThan to let them haters come and make a Name off meThat's why[Chorus]I get it in til the sun riseDoin' 90 in a 65Windows rolled down screamin outAy ay ay I'm I'm so paidNumber one hustler gettin' moneyWhy you wanna count my moneyI'm a hustler don't needNahn one of y'all seeI'm so paidI'm the boss it only takes 1 callRor a driver to hit you upAnd drop you off that's allGuess whatI won't be takin that fallHomie I got cakeThat's what I'm payin them forHaha! Ain't that funnyCuz niggas they want warBut ain't got moneyCuz I seen them all talkUntil they start gunninQuicker than Usain BoltThe fastest thang runninYeaAkon WeezyBlock oil holdin down JerseyDevon makin sure we gettin it up frontMy lil brother Boo got that vision bake it[Chorus]I get it in til the sun riseDoin' 90 in a 65Windows rolled down screamin outAy ay ay I'm I'm so paidNumber one hustler gettin' moneyWhy you wanna count my moneyI'm a hustler don't needNahn one of y'all seeI'm so paid[Lil Wayne]I am big money WeezyWhite wife beater with the sig underneath itHow do I feel Bitch I feel undefeatedSnap my fingersDisappear from the precinctYeahI'm ballin we ball outThoughts of before until the ball bounceI see some niggas with guns at y'all houseOnly to find out you live in a doll houseDamnBut I thought you was tough don'tWe carry choppers on our necksCall it cut throatWe bury powers on the setThat they come fromWe no magic turnWe smoke the gun smokeWe bomb first when we rideYou in a hearse when you rideAyI put my shoes on babyAnd I'm holding down Young Mula babyThat's why[Chorus]I get it in til the sun riseDoin' 90 in a 65Windows rolled down screamin outAy ay ay I'm I'm so paidNumber one hustler gettin' moneyWhy you wanna count my moneyI'm a hustler don't needNahn one of y'all seeI'm so paid

It's a beautiful day
in the neighborhood
All's well that ends well
Outside watering their
lawn and shit
Birds are chirping
dogs are barking
It's beautiful
That may be your hood but
this is my hood
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 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
Cuz 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
Cuz Jeezy like to shine
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 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
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
Cuz 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
Cuz Jeezy like to shine
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
120 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
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
Cuz 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
Cuz 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
Cuz Jeezy like to shine
Jeezy like to drink
Jeezy like to smoke
Jeezy like to mix arm
Jeezy at the trap
Jeezy like to grind
Jeezy bout his paper
Cuz Jeezy like to shine

Don't let me rip shit for yah
Still come through yah
Panoramic ass niqqas
Yeah I shoot right through yah
Hole in yah niqqa yeah you gonna need a ruler
The way I measure that you can call me the ruler
Walk up in this motherfucker like a walking cooler
Yeah Im walking cooler niqqa thanks to my jeweler
Oh Kim wasabi
Mcfallen is my hobby
I should buy a double u
And throw a party in the lobby

Said a homeboy told her
I was fucking roxy
Swear I hate niqqas
I should be a fucking Nazi
Don't know what you hear
Baby that could be a rumor
Stones in my ear yeah
That could be a tumor

Jeah, ay
You niggas doing way too much nigga.
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.

[Chorus: x2]
I keep it gangsta and they love dat shit
I keep it gangsta and they love dat shit
I keep it gangsta and they love dat shit
If you's a gangsta you gone love dis shit

This one's for you and I ain't talking Bud Light, (Nope)
H-K nigga with that little red light, (Ha Ha)
Whole club bouncing everybody strapped up,
Pull it out my pants and make erbody back up, (Yea)
Fuck a record deal the boy just too real,
Watch em cook it on da stove man the boy got skills, (jea)
Streets is talking whole hood's whispering,
Careful what I say cause I know dem folks listening, (Damn!)
It's ya boy Mr. 17-5,
Lil mama whole the strap and the work while I drive, (jea)
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. (Ha ha)

[Chorus]

They call me Slick Manning cause my vision's great, (jea)
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 some 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 Sadam but I'm sick like Ooday, (Ooday!)
Keeps some youngsters with me and they all bout gunplay, (Ha Ha)
We been had the streets jammed up to stock,
We down south niggas but the plugs up top. (For real)

[Chorus]

Blood Raw I keep it gangsta my nigga
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 M-L-K 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 plus 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,
732 shawdy leave it in my pager,
We ain't talking on dem phones cause I know you talking paper.

[Chorus]

[Verse 1 - Young Jeezy]
Welcome to the life of a young thug nigga (yea)
Only hang out wit' them criminals and drug dealers (ayyy)
I'm from even where dead die (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 a mercy 20 rounds in a clip (yea)
Outta line get 20 rounds in ya hip (ayyy)
Shoot first and ask questions lata' (lata)
The answer is it was all about the paper (yea)
Everything the game is shit to lose
And a new forty-five that I'm dyin' to use (yeahhhh)

[Chorus - Ill Will]
If ya real like me (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 (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

[Verse 2 - Young Buck]
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

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Trick Daddy]
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 going 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 mentioning
Murder and a cocaine distributing
Through all that was dividends comin' in
I'm strict legit, and better yet we too smart for ya bullshit
Callin all cars (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
Because 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 (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

[Chorus]

20120112
slayers98







Big Bang

Manuel Arm..







The Curse

Bellman







I Suppose

Bellman






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