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from Usda - Young Jeezy Presents U.S.D.A.: "Cold Summer" The Authorized Mixtape / Explicit Version (2007)
Jeezy:
You can call me young yea the boy stay focused last year alone a quarter mil off in strokers frsh back in town lookin like a star told clem bring my gt and my ar a strap in my car a chop in my bent g behind the wheel you cant see behind the tint squad came crazy withthat weight since the 80's fighting all the time with my crazy uncle grady a million dollar man but im still ?? baby plus i promised kb i wouldnt let a nigga play me first i copped the cedez then i copped the shoes rap niggaz talkin weight that was back in 98 im straight Hook:X2 Dont nothing hate but a motherfucking hater dont nothing spend but this motherfucking paper dont ask me what we lookin at homie you know we got our eyes on that money!(Focus) Slick Pulla: Bobby drake i stay with a stallion the voice box i speak for the slick jeezy raw 3 the hard way give the game straight to ya nigga no foulplay came up from nothing from the block we rose got my cleats tied up with my uniform on money in the matress i sleep on dough you can shut the booth down watch sp flow fetti on my mind with thoughts of more like bruce leroy i got the glow lame niggas quick to call with they stash and hos we the niggas in the trenches holdin it down fa sho Hook Bloodraw: They the streets is talkin but the boy on the grind fuck what they say i got money on my mind the real niggas love me them ho niggas fear me fore i let em stop my shine a nigga have to kill me so many haters the boy aint studying em middle finger out the chevy i dont see them motherfuckers dont nothing hate but a motherfucking hater cant worry bout raw better try and get some paper speak the truth imma give a nigga game either do anything i mean what i said usda still hungry nigga we gon eat survive anywhere cuz we came from the streets Hook to end |
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from Usda - Young Jeezy Presents U.S.D.A.: "Cold Summer" The Authorized Mixtape / Explicit Version (2007)
(Intro: U.S.D.A.)
I Said Yeah Niggaaa.. (Ay Yeah) This U.S.D.A. Right Here Homie (Ay Yeah Boi) You Know We Back Muh F**ker (Ay Yeah) Mr. 17.5 I Tried To Tell 'Em Home (Ay Yeah Boi) Slick Pulla, Blood Raw (Ay Yeah) When This Shit Come On In The Club Nigga (Ay Yeah Boi) All The Real Niggas Lose A Nigga (Ay Yeah) Now The Bad Bitches Know What It Is (Ay Yeah Boi) Homie..... (Chorus: Jeezy) You Know We Keep That White Girl (Christina Aguillera) My Jewelry To Loud Baby Girl I Cant Hear Ya I Need About 50 If Them Bricks Is The Topic They Know We Run The Streets Man Them Boys Best Stop It You Know We Keep That White Girl (Christina Aguillera) My Jewelry To Loud Home Boy I Cant Hear Ya I Need About 50 If Them Bricks Is The Topic They Know We Run The Streets Man Them Boys Best Stop It (Young Jeezy:) Fresh White T In My All White Caddy Yea She Your Girl But She Call Me Daddy Smokin' Nothin' But The Best You Could Call This Cali Half A Brick On The Seat You Could Call That Sally A Lil' Paranoid You Could Call Me Crazy Last Time He Came Through He Spent 'Bout A Buck Eighty (Damn) About A Buck Eighty Yeah A Hundred Eighty Thou' Matter Fact Nigga I'm Runnin' Through The Change Right Now (Chorus) (Slick Pulla:) Who It Be Your Boy Slick P Clean Muscle Car Brand New Wit The Big Feet Blowin' My Smoke' Pourin' Up The Fo' You Could Tell By The Gear That The Kid Get Dough 62's Jumpin' We Call 'Em Mangos Got 'Em Goin' For The 12 Yeah We Got Em For The Low 2 Cell Phones My Nextel Metro Keep My Spot Bunkin' Open Like The 24 (Chorus) (Blood Raw:) Yeah Raw Steam Got His Name From The Raw Not A Stone In This Muh F**kin Chain Got A Flaw Yeah I'm Talkin' Bout The White Thang My Niggas In The Projects Yea They On The Same Thang My Lil' Senorita Call Her Spanish Fly I Know A Couple Zo's So I Holla At My Guys Say What You Know Bout Them White Blocks Yeah I'm Talkin' Bout The White Squares Move Them By The Twos So They Goin' By The Pairs (Chorus) You Know We Keep That White Girl (x3) |
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from Usda - Young Jeezy Presents U.S.D.A.: "Cold Summer" The Authorized Mixtape / Explicit Version (2007)
Get it up niggas , get it up X4
Hook:X2 On the road to riches imma get it up My grind is relentless imma get it up My shine is ridiculous imma get it up Imma get it up, imma get it up Slick P: Fresh out the box like a pair of nike airs its slick For the green like sebastian telfair The shields in this bitch We seek and destroy Your boy got a mind like sigman freud see the lawyers and the haters got me paranoid But i see the finish line so im going for it we the streets choice, We dont need no awards You can clip the wings and we still gon soar U lame as niggas aint spittin for shit dump truck niggas you garbage pale kids Got my swisha in my hand and my 5th on tuck One thing on my mind and thats gettin it up Hook Jeezy: Got money to the ceiling Bags full of white Strapped young gizzle? You goddamn right Snitch this week better think twice Even 3 times cuz i bust mine Imma get it up imma get it in Homie came through when he cashed out 10 26's now ridin on thangs Straight to the spot i ran through the change The 100's and them 50's homie Aint shit new the whole task force know me Keep a sack yea the whole hood on me It aint all bad but it aint all good homie Me and slick pulla bball sting fyi we tote them things Parked lambo then i hopped in a rarri hopped out a rarri then i hopped in a bent. Brought a 100 thousand with me all that spent now im standing round like where that went Now gt stil blowin my dro imma get it in make it cost some more Hook Bloodraw: Stackin to the ceiling dog Bird in your backyard Fuck the safe deposit dog The fans tryna take it all Niggas still foldin money I aint even holdin money I been left the trap and them niggas still owe me money Still gettin it up im tryna get up But its hard to leave the streets b4 a nigga fucked up Money aint the root of evil its the love of that motherfucker 3 the hard way stick together like blood brothers Family come fore everything one twenty for the pledge We speak for the real niggas If im lyin them im falling dead b4 i be broke receiving death or them cuffs im going all out cuz im tryna get it up Hook:X2 Jeezy: Me and slick pulla bball sting FYI we tote them things X3 FYI We tote them things X3 |
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from Usda - Young Jeezy Presents U.S.D.A.: "Cold Summer" The Authorized Mixtape / Explicit Version (2007)
Yeah
Yo B-Ross Dean Whats Happening You Ready Nigga Check Hey Slick-Pulla You ran through that change Nigga Check Ok lets get it then Nigga Fo real Now see this is what the fuck Ive been telling you bout homie I dont care what hood you represent homie how you get it when you getting money homie this you're song nigga;USDA Nigga Lets get it CHROUS You got that money Check Its in the bags Check You in the rental with them outa state tags You brought the chompers Check Them rubber bands Check And when you wrap it ay its gotta be seran Check You brought the work Check Its in the bags Check You in the rental with them outa state tags You brought them chompers Check Them rubber bands Check And when you wrap it ay its gotta be seran 28 times 36 yeah I'm talking birds nests know some niggas tripping on a half still saling 50's hearts Heart heart for the loaf but the soft might cost ya careful how I move cuz them niggas might cross ya There be yams cross the street over there in the bushes holla at your boy if you really want em cookies Met em at the amico four way in the mena jumped out grab the cash hop back in my beemer Then I turnt up my alpine ya you know Im feeling that Look there go Iesha ya you know im killling that Certified trapstar ya you know Im hood bitch catch me in that fast car and im smoking good bitch You got that money Check Its in the bags Check You in the rental with them outa state tags You brought them chompers Check Them rubber bands Check And when you wrap it ay its gotta be seran Check You brought the work Check Its in the bags Check You in the rental with them outa state tags You brought them chompers Check Them rubber bands Check And when you wrap it ay its gotta be seran For real J's lil slit cuz they know we keep the good shit neighorhood star bitches all up on his buisness thats right 2 piece in a biscuit ok I got your other man Yah I know them drill but my father put the flood right Break down 20's you can call em flinstones Or bleach in my hood so I can get my stash on when the shift in get my sack them im gone then im up the next day getting back to it holmes For real Lil homies better fuck with me if you want pay come with a dollar fifty you can come and get an Elway(an Elway?) thats 7 shots for you niggas Try some slick shit I got the glock for you niggas You got that money Check Its in the bags Check You in the rental with them outa state tags You brought them chompers Check Them rubber bands Check And when you wrap it ay its gotta be seran Check You brought the work Check Its in the bags Check You in the rental with them outa state tags You brought them chompers Check Them rubber bands Check And when you wrap it ay its gotta be seran Scales full of grams, them niggas on the block callin Just bought the block down 'fina tear the block down Got em gems full of 7 grams , 449 david capafield make a block outa 9 Grind hard I get it from the dirt I fucks with that beat sand I rather have it all tan It's all who you know, and what you wanna spin they aint speaking no english Unless you buy a ten (hahaha) On nine ten in the rental bumpin Lyfe Jennings, I sware to god that my trunk gota life in it (no);Riding solo I promiss if I make it back Im breaking everything down ya dog aint fuckin around You got that money Check Its in the bags Check You in the rental with them outa state tags You brought them chompers Check Them rubber bands Check And when you wrap it ay its gotta be seran Check You brought the work Check Its in the bags Check You in the rental with them outa state tags You brought them chompers Check Them rubber bands Check And when you wrap it ay its gotta be seran |
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from Usda - Young Jeezy Presents U.S.D.A.: "Cold Summer" The Authorized Mixtape / Explicit Version (2007)
This is a strip club service announcement, all yall muthafuckas dats around da stage dat aint spendin no money move the fuck back
I got ma USDA niggas outside mann dey hands holdin bout 50 thousand in ones mann Suga get bout 4 bottles of grey goose, 2 bottles of patron, and somebody please bring me ma raincoat right now Deez niggas bout to acta foo All yall lame muthafuckas dat aint got no money please leave now and exit da buildin KILL YOSELF!!! I told cha...its goin down [Slick Pulla:] Slick p, my brim on lean. MVP, I go hard for the team. Hoes on scope yeah they keep me on their beams. They like the way they old school look when it gleam. Step up in the club pullin stacks out 4 logs in the bottle watch a nigga black out(fo real). Next thing you know I'm standing on a pile of cash. Shorty shakin like she got moracas on her ass. Glacier for a wrist, got a glacier for a chain. The human chandleir I'm a freeze him off main. The bread come fast and we quick to let it go. We throw it in the air and watch them get it on the flo. [hook: x2] Gone shake that ass bitch I'm a throw this money Gone shake that ass bitch I'm a throw this money Gone shake that ass bitch I'm a throw this money I'm a throw this money, I'm a throw this money [Blood Raw:] U already know, 124 3 the hard way hoes runnin to the flo Me, young jizzle and the boy slick p We been gettin money, we been throwin G's We been ridin chevys, we been sittin high 8732 yeah the boy so fly Got a chick in carolina, a hoe down in Texas Went to Alabama got a bitch name alexas One in D.C., a bitch in Seattle Real thick red bone she look like Ciara In the club throwin money, u niggas better cuff it Whole click draped up u niggas better tuk it [hook] [Young Jeezy:] I say I'm young black and rich, pack a big clip 4-5 on me yeah I'm packin big shit Just left the projects I scooped up my homies Brought some stacks wit me big Shaq like ya know me Everybody got it yeah the whole crew eatin Presidential suites now the whole crew freakin Valade the ride yeah I killed them in the lot Niggas drivin 62's yeah I killed them with the pot Breakin down sweets takin shots of patrone Last night I got drunk couldn't find my way home Money over bitches yeah kinky told me that' And sell a whole zone my nigga meechie told me that wussup [Hook] |
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from Usda - Young Jeezy Presents U.S.D.A.: "Cold Summer" The Authorized Mixtape / Explicit Version (2007)
Young jeezy.
Let's go! I know a broad name Pam Baby's off the chain. Some even call her a freak A [? ] and a half patrone in a glass She might let you hit it with me I know a broad name Pam Baby's off the chain Some even call her freak A [? ] and a half some Whitney in the glass She might let you hit it with me I fin to back it all up, yeah baby I might just Thinking of a thigh and that ass's right Yeah I like it on top but that [? ] priceless water falls call the girl Niagra. The boy go hard call him young Viagra Got my head behind my back while I'm beating up the cake. And now she kept saying daddy this shit good, Then I left the room she said this nigga hood |
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from Usda - Young Jeezy Presents U.S.D.A.: "Cold Summer" The Authorized Mixtape / Explicit Version (2007)
(Scar)
Oh yea baby Haters be hatin' Got me mistaken The moment I fall off They better be patient These niggas is jealous And I'm over zealous With money on my mind yall And I can't help it (Chorus x2) I'ma live my life I'ma do what I want to do I'ma play how I wanna play Let me live my life The bros is callin' Nigga I'm ballin' Them haters be plottin' But I aint stoppin' (Blood Raw) I aint standin' no haters I'm sucka free If it aint about money It aint nothing to me My man I'm jail free And money aint an issue I know what it is So homie I aint trippin I'ma rock my ice Let me live my life I live in Georgia But shawty's so far But I ride candy I'm still in the hood Still keep it real I don't care how they feel I already got something to say But don't nobody want to listen Man yall Trippin' Tell Jeezy and Slick We made it out the streets We paid for the order So homie lets eat (Chorus x 2) (Young Jeezy) These streets will kill ya What you think I'm strapped for And I aint tryin' to go to jail What you think I rap for Got my eyes on the road Yeah I'm in my own lane And I don't follow no nigga Shit I do my own thing Seen friends turn to foes Made my money off of hoes I'ma get the weed nigga You just get the hoes Feel free yeah nigga You can hate on me And I never fall off You can wait on me So call it flamboyant I just put it in their face Let a nigga run up on me Shit I bet I catch a case Money over haters Yeah I love that So why they gon kill me Nigga I stay strapped Wassup (Chorus x 2) (Slick Pulla) Don't nothing come to a nigga When he sleep of dreams Not money I hear Better getcha some green Stop tryin' to block a playa From his destiny Spread ya wings like Mike Come fly with a G I took the T-tops off I'm lookin' at the clouds Ridin' through the hood I feel so proud Whatcha cookin' in the morning Damn should laid on me (Say what) Should a put them on the stove Watch them screaming for profit (Talk to ‘em) Slice everyday And I'm Still on the hood Shit Wild'n out, Fuckin' hoes and shit Keep a dude on my left Call the streets his trife So nigga don't hate me Let me Live my life (Scar) Haters be hatin' Got me mistaken The moment I fall off They better be patient These niggas is jealous And I'm over zealous With money on my mind yall And I can't help it (Chorus x 2) |
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from Usda - Young Jeezy Presents U.S.D.A.: "Cold Summer" The Authorized Mixtape / Explicit Version (2007)
(feat. Roccett & 211)
[Intro: Slick P. talkin'] Haha! You niggas wann' play, mayn? You niggas wann' war? We'll take you to war! This tha shield mayn! C-T-E mayn! You dunno whatchu fuckin' wit!! (Phureal) [Chorus:] You niggas wann' play? - We got somethin' hot for ya Osama clips, we got a 100 shots for ya (Brrraa) USDA (Aye!), Respect Tha Shield! USDA (Aye!), Respect Tha Shield! You niggas wann' play? - We got somethin' hot for ya Osama clips, we got a 100 shots for ya USDA (Aye!), Respect Tha Shield! USDA (Aye!), Respect Tha Shield! [Verse 1: Slick Pulla] It's the shield, who wann' problems wit the 4 letters (Who?) Thunder storm, on ya block give ya bad weather (Hahaa) All black hoodie, all black gloves leather (Leather) MossBerg hitcha chest, lift ya like a feather (Suckas!) And I keep a clip of young truth's fine (Brrraa) Bustin' at chya azz like them boys at Blood Dime (Blood Dime) Grimin' wit it, but tha boys stay shine (Sheeh!) Baby choppa' armor to jack it in the line (Talk to em') You gon' bump and I knock off ya face Witout the clippers nigga, you can get a fresh fade You loose-lipped niggas finn' to get buttoned up The Shield's here nigga, time to straighten up (Phureal!) [Chorus] [Verse 2: Young Roccett] I'ma leave a man in abandon buildin', screamin' for The Lord No feet no hands and includin' a broken jaw (Yup!) Dress ya like a rapper so you don't feel left out On the same shirt were got Kanye's chest out (Woo) No goofy for the oozi, the semi-auto to mac 11 A.K. 47 leave his brains on the front yard Infront of ya daughter, ya son or his grandpa Hommies in the street deep, lookin' like a Trump squad I'ma kill 'em, just gimme a clip I got blue everywhere, like it's revenge of The Crips Holes in ya body the size of a Bellagio chips Yeah Roccett-Locs burner, boy as hot as it gits [Chorus] [Verse 3: 2'11] Gimme everythang nigga, this the 2'11 Run upon 'em, pull the pistol out, my .87 (Cla-Clack!) Blood money, yeah we cashin' out mills (Okayye!) Disrespect The Shield and get killed (Chyeah!) Nah, it ain't a game dogg, it's real in the field (Aye!) X amount of shells pop-a-nigga like a pill Top down on the old' school 'Ville Chromed hunned spokes on the mothafuckin' wheels Trapstar, I got work in the area (In the area!) United Streets D-Boyz of America (U-S-D-Ayy!) Betcha life dat'll MossBerg'll a burry ya (Burry ya!) They gone have to call a coroner to carry ya (Hahaa) [Chorus] |
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 9 - Welcome To The South (2009)
(Intro: U.S.D.A.)
I Said Yeah Niggaaa.. (Ay Yeah) This U.S.D.A. Right Here Homie (Ay Yeah Boi) You Know We Back Muh F**ker (Ay Yeah) Mr. 17.5 I Tried To Tell 'Em Home (Ay Yeah Boi) Slick Pulla, Blood Raw (Ay Yeah) When This Shit Come On In The Club Nigga (Ay Yeah Boi) All The Real Niggas Lose A Nigga (Ay Yeah) Now The Bad Bitches Know What It Is (Ay Yeah Boi) Homie..... (Chorus: Jeezy) You Know We Keep That White Girl (Christina Aguillera) My Jewelry To Loud Baby Girl I Cant Hear Ya I Need About 50 If Them Bricks Is The Topic They Know We Run The Streets Man Them Boys Best Stop It You Know We Keep That White Girl (Christina Aguillera) My Jewelry To Loud Home Boy I Cant Hear Ya I Need About 50 If Them Bricks Is The Topic They Know We Run The Streets Man Them Boys Best Stop It (Young Jeezy:) Fresh White T In My All White Caddy Yea She Your Girl But She Call Me Daddy Smokin' Nothin' But The Best You Could Call This Cali Half A Brick On The Seat You Could Call That Sally A Lil' Paranoid You Could Call Me Crazy Last Time He Came Through He Spent 'Bout A Buck Eighty (Damn) About A Buck Eighty Yeah A Hundred Eighty Thou' Matter Fact Nigga I'm Runnin' Through The Change Right Now (Chorus) (Slick Pulla:) Who It Be Your Boy Slick P Clean Muscle Car Brand New Wit The Big Feet Blowin' My Smoke' Pourin' Up The Fo' You Could Tell By The Gear That The Kid Get Dough 62's Jumpin' We Call 'Em Mangos Got 'Em Goin' For The 12 Yeah We Got Em For The Low 2 Cell Phones My Nextel Metro Keep My Spot Bunkin' Open Like The 24 (Chorus) (Blood Raw:) Yeah Raw Steam Got His Name From The Raw Not A Stone In This Muh F**kin Chain Got A Flaw Yeah I'm Talkin' Bout The White Thang My Niggas In The Projects Yea They On The Same Thang My Lil' Senorita Call Her Spanish Fly I Know A Couple Zo's So I Holla At My Guys Say What You Know Bout Them White Blocks Yeah I'm Talkin' Bout The White Squares Move Them By The Twos So They Goin' By The Pairs (Chorus) You Know We Keep That White Girl (x3) |
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