Tracey Sewell

(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]

Hey hoes ain't shit
And money ain't nothin'
And if it ain't nothin'
Then its gotta be somethin'
And if it ain't somethin'
Then its gotta be nothin'
And if he ain't showed the cash
Then he gotta be bluffin'
My dog hit me up
He say he gotta lick
Gotta bad jump shot
So he might shoot a brick
Talkin' records on my line
That's a technical foul
Don't know what the fuck you talkin' bout
I'm hangin' up right now
Nigga you ain't nick cannon
And this ain't wild and out
Playin my position
I ain't tryin' to foul out
Instant replay yeah
We bout to find out
Hey where the referee
I need to call the time out

[Chorus: x2]
If young is what they want
Then young is what they gettin'
They ask me what I do I tell em teachin' for a livin'
What you say nigga
I could show you how to make a mill right now
And I could show you how to make a mill right now

He say he just touched down
And he need a dutch downed
Second time he caught a date
Think he goin' out a way
Thirty six skyline
We goin' for the fresh down
Fresh planned defense
Every time he come around
We goin' to the super bowl
If I make this field goal
I understand you gotta beat
Let me turn this knee to three
He trippin' bout the extra point
Make sure you bring my extra cash
Next time I see your extra ass
Hold up call the play
Yeah I'm playin' quarterback
4 way 2 way bet I bring a quarter back
Weigh it up bag it up pass it to my runnin' back
I got short on my pay
That's a flag yell this way

[Chorus]

Ninth inning bases loaded
I'm going for the grand slam
Tax free tax free
Don't give a shit to Uncle Sam
Youngin' playin' softball
You playin' softball
Yeah I'm playin' softball
Same colors golf balls
Catch me in the outfield
That's a whole lot of grass
Tryin' to buy a franchise
That's a whole lot of cash
Yeah that's right I'm savin' up
Think I'm gonna buy the team
Watch me get my bounty on
Trying to get my money clean
Always quick watch the bitch
Cant afford another strike
If I make it through this shit
Then I can play another night
Money fight money fight
Gotta get my money right
But first I gotta kick these hoes
So make sure that you ridin' wit me

[Chorus]

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.