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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 |
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Yea yea ey yea I'm back muthafuckas Haha Haha Haha this sounds like one nigga I ain't tryna sale 10 million copies nigga I'm tryna sale a million 10 times nigga I told ya niggas I told this shit I told this shit What you say nigga I told you muthafuckas I'll be right back chea Shootin dice in my hood must of lost 8 stacks whew Ain't nothing to a G hope back in my mayback dammmnn But I'm only riding this cause the chevys in the shop haha 5-0-2 with the chrome and seats I'm so excited Ya damn right I can't wait yeaaa It's my birthday I got big cake thats right Rubrix Cube you know we keep them white squares heeey Catch me in the E a mill lookin for them bucks bucks They pay a 24 I'm on my way with the ducks yeep 26 inches make you sit up like a truck naw I use to give a damn but I never gave a fuck thats whats up I said that D boy bullshit yea I'm still on it I gotta half a brik left do anybody want it They goin for the 10 you can get em for the 8 Just holla at ya boy when you tryna get straight I said that D boy bullshit yea I'm still on it Think I gotta needle left do anybody want it They goin for the 5 you can get em for the 4 We keep it round here just let a nigga know I'm on the block all day with them blocks all day dammn Straight splurg up in linen should I shop all day eyyy Shut down champs did the food in product Yea its just a white tee but the shoes is product yeeeaa I gotta bag full of stones and a pocket full of pills Call me the x-men keep a pocket full of pills eyyy Imagine this so much ice and a watch how much You would of thought time froze whew Welcome to my life ya the first episode Never miss a beat I gotta mini time code Still count a quarter mill with my fuckin eyes cloesd dammmnn In one hand behind my back get a fuckin blind fold eyyy I said that D boy bullshit yea I'm still on it I gotta half a brik left do anybody want it They goin for the 10 you can get em for the 8 Just holla at ya boy when you tryna get straight I said that D boy bullshit yea I'm still on it Think I gotta needle left do anybody want it They goin for the 5 you can get em for the 4 We keep it round here just let a nigga know I'm so hot you know niggas ain't cool They could get new money like the first day of school Stay fresh like the first day of class 20 bricks and three choppas sold in one stash It'll cost ya 40 grand and ya gotta pay cash Them blunts burn slow but that paper come fast The garbage man you fuck nigga soo trash I'm first place you fuck niggas soo last In I'm back to the future fuck niggas soo past I know what you thinkin that muthafuckas so fast That boy Young Jeezy I'm suppose to cut Instead of gettin money nigga this how you suppose to look I said that D boy bullshit yea I'm still on it I gotta half a brik left do anybody want it They goin for the 10 you can get em for the 8 Just holla at ya boy when you tryna get straight I said that D boy bullshit yea I'm still on it Think I gotta needle left do anybody want it They goin for the 5 you can get em for the 4 We keep it round here just let a nigga know |
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Ay bruh I'm a tell you on some real shit homie You know what I'm sayin you can't let this shit get to you dog Know what I'm sayin it aint no pressure out there my nigga Everybody fucks wit you cause of what you do my nigga What you say what you speak on these motherfuckin beats nigga Only thing I can motherfuckin tell you on some real G shit Is to stay focused and let these niggaz know you still the Realest nigga alive You could see it in my eyes I aint playin wit em homie Yeah I'm strapp't when I ride You real nigga yeah he keep it way hood To govern a bitch I make Georgia look good Those a hundred proof nigga tell you differet he a liar Drop 1 album see the world on fire I will not stop and I wont retire You niggaz smoke good but I stay higher Take em back to the white lex bubble Could of told back then that dem boys was in trouble Trend setter like the boy Don Can I started makin dollars then it started makin cents I used to share my room with the roaches and the rats My lil cousin Paul and my uncle Po Slick Used to get em by the hunderds nigga you can ask Slick Bet Jeezy pack the dough homie just like Vick You Know What It Is I can't even lie A day like this Hey it's gonna be a hell of a night Homie you know what it is Cause I'm so fly Ya eyes don't lie You fukin wit a gangsta tonight Baby you know what It is I can't even lie A day like this Hey it's gonna be a hell of a night Homie you know what it is Cause I'm so high My eyes don't lie You fuckin wit a gangsta tonight Baby you know what It is I gave em my heart they lent me they ears This is the best gangsta shit that you've heard in years I try to told dem niggaz keep one in the plastic July 26 ya boy delivered a classic I walk through the fire gasoline doors I dun seen everything nigga and i dun sold it all New whips every month nigga i dun drove it all Pocket full of bread nigga bet i blow it all And then we go to jail and think about it all Nuthin else to do so we ball till we fall Baby on the way I'm just waitn on the call Told her bring her her friends we gon run through em all Lets get it she know what it is I can't even lie A day like this Hey it's gonna be a hell of a night Homie you know what it is Cause I'm so fly Ya eyes don't lie You fukin wit a gangsta tonight Baby you know what It is I can't even lie A day like this Yey it's gonna be a hell of a night Homie you know what it is Cause I'm so high My eyes don't lie You fuckin wit a gangsta tonight Baby you know what It is I'm ya hoods last hopes I'm the El Capi tan Ask about me in the city I'm the motherfuckin man Head above war we call it 10 doors down We hustle right here work 10 doors down Live life like a I call it the big game Invesignate it for me I call it the big change I sleep when I'm gone yeah I'm tryna get to it It's like a Nike campagne the way ya boy just do it Aye the paper keeps coming yeah it flows like fluid Get a 50 pack and we run right through it Make dem boys tuck it in cause I'm all iced out 87 32 yeah you know what I'm about HA HA you know what it is I can't even lie A day like this Hey it's gonna be a hell of a night Homie you know what it is Cause I'm so fly Ya eyes don't lie You fukin wit a gangsta tonight |
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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 |
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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 |
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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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| 3:57 |
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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 |
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[Verse 1:] These Niggas Jus Hatin They Aint Talkin Bout Shyt(Shyt) Ima Grown Azz Man I Flip My Own Bricks(Eyy) I Dont Need Yo Help I Can Own My Own Dick(Haha) Aint No Muthafucka Help Me Write My Rhymes(Nope) Aint Nan Nigga Pay For My Studio Time(Naw) See Me At The Top Wanna Claim My Fame(Damnn) Nigga Took My Chain Ya Muthafuckin Right(Right) U Betta Off Sayin A Nigga Took My Life(Yaaa) Ya Wanna Sasinate My Character But I Aint Actin(Eyyyy) It Aint Addin Up So U Niggas Subtractin(Chea) Big Said It First Mo Money Mo Problems(Problems) The Way I See It Mo Problems Mo Money(Eyyy) [Hook:] I Got The Streets On Lock Atlanta On My Back I Do It For Tha Hood U Gotta Problem Wit Dat Real Niggas Alwayz Rap Shyt Easy When I Speak These Niggas Belive Me Cuz Bitch Im Jeezy [Verse 2:] Eyes Wide Shut I Dont See Dese Niggas(No) Cuz Deep N Ya Heart Ya Wanna B Me Nigga(Yaaaa) Wanna Stand In My Shoes Wanna Fuck My Hoes(Eyy) Wanna Live My Life Wanna Rock My Shows(Nooo) Ya Young Punks Wit Cha Loose Ass Lips(Whew) I Keep A A-R Wit Them Loose Ass Clips(Pow) What Type Of Real Nigga Name Himself Afta A Bag(Huh?) Nigga You's A Hoe A Louis Vuitton Fag(Haha) My Name Aint Dick So Keep It Out Ya Mouth(Damnnn) It Is What It Is Look I Am Tha South(Dat's Right) Big Mack You Niggas Small Fries(Yaaaa) U Just Anotha Nigga Im Mo Lyke A Franchize(Dats Wutsup) [Hook] [Verse 3:] I Was Born In The Fields Raised In Atlanta Pop Bust A Nut Years So I Waz Made In Atlanta |
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| 4:43 |
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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 |
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| 11. |
| 4:49 |
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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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| 12. |
| 3:49 |
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When I Done It U Kno I Did It To Death So Jus Sit Back N Hold Ya Breath I Dont Kno Bout Dem I Really Ran These Streets So Listen Up This Shyt Get Deep U Kno Im Smokin The Best I Aint Got To Brag The Young Fly Nigga Wit Tha Georgia Swag The Seats Swed So Is The Pipe N Try Tell Minisota Show Us Tha Vikings Inside So Soft Cant Belive Its Not Butter Snowman Bitch Did I Stu Stu Studder Came Straight From The Hood Right To The Big Screen The Way Da Boy Ball We'll Swear He Had Hoop Dreams No Grants No Scholarships Had To Make My Own Way I Still Stake Dem Chips The Homie From The Block Put Me Down With Da Knowlege Straight To Tha Pros Ya I Swerve Past College What U Talkin Bout Livin My Life N Ima Get It All No Matter The Price Haha When I Did It U Kno I Done It Da Best Sit Back Jus Hold Ya Breath Jus Hold Ya Breath What U Talkin Bout Changin The Game In Show U How These Rappin Ass Niggas Is Lames Eyyyyy When I Did It U Kno I Done It Da Best Sit Back Jus Hold Ya Breath Jus Hold Ya Breath They Say Da Blacker The Berry The Sweeter The Juice I Say The Blacker The Rims The Sweeter The Coupe Whew Echooo The Money Goes Out That Sack Comes In Innnn I Cant Even Lie I Do It All Again Yaaaaaaaa I Flip The Rap Game Jus Like The Work Eyyyyy And It Was Snow White Jus Like My Shirt Counted So Much Paper Seen So Many Haterz Naw Seen Bricks Stacked Tall Az Sky Scrapers Damnnnn God Damn Dats High Yaaa Done Everything I Said So I Am That Fly That's Right Every Dude Waz A Troop Tell Me Who Came Realer The Word On The Street Is That Im Still That Nigga What U Talkin Bout Livin My Life N Ima Get It All No Matter The Price Haha When I Did It U Kno I Done It Da Best Sit Back Jus Hold Ya Breath Jus Hold Ya Breath What U Talkin Bout Changin The Game In Show U How These Rappin Ass Niggas Is Lames Eyyyyy When I Did It U Kno I Done It Da Best Sit Back Jus Hold Ya Breath Jus Hold Ya Breath Between Luv N Hate Theres A Thin Azz Line I Think We All Can Agree Last Summer Waz Mine N If Ya Dont Say My Name Den U Wastin Ya Tyme N If I Dont Rub My Watch Then Im Wastin My Shine Spend A Hundred On A Homie Den Sit Tha Time A Few Mill Before The Deal In Im Still On Da Grind The Cridits Criditsize Me Cuz A Nigga Talkin Yay I Aint Suga Coatin Shyt This Is Who I Am Nigga U Been To Da A Seen Me Makin It Rain Seen It Wit Ya Own Eyes U Kno Dis Shit Aint A Game So U Niggas Listen Closely To What Im Sayin If Ya Game Aint Money Den I Aint Playin What U Talkin Bout Livin My Life N Ima Get It All No Matter The Price Haha When I Did It U Kno I Done It Da Best Sit Back Jus Hold Ya Breath Jus Hold Ya Breath What U Talkin Bout Changin The Game In Show U How These Rappin Ass Niggas Is Lames Eyyyyy When I Did It U Kno I Done It Da Best Sit Back Jus Hold Ya Breath Jus Hold Ya Breath |
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| 4:36 |
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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] |
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(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
New shoes on the range rover, good one man (vroom) Motherfuckers acting like I ain't supposed to shine I ain't the one, definitely not the two (nope) One in the chamber when we aiming at you The young Bob Barker, the price is right If you C.O.D. then you could get them tonight Put the fish scale on the scale If Roy went postal, all he do is check mail (ha ha) Low key, under the radar Triple black 'Vet, yeah I call it the stealth No currency machine, I could count it myself Almost done, another quarter million in ones Thunder storm in the body-tap, look what I've done Chump change, I make it rain for fun (whats up) Snow man, get cha' hands up high It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots Snow man, get cha' hands up high It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots I get them bars out of the back of my mind (that's how) I reminisce like Mary J Even in the drought, the boy kept that yay 100 percent served, Snowman's word You can play my thug and my clientele (why) I'm addicted to that new car smell White cookies in a plastic bag New shoes on the coupe with the paper tag Whole life flash right before your eyes See the state troopers and get butterflies Got a thing for them Heckler and Koches A minute 14 and Rolex watches Somewhere in the back of my secret deranged brain I get a rush when I tote that 'cane Get money, Nigga fuck them haters All we fear is the discovery and inditement papers (whats up) Snow man, get cha' hands up high It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots Snow man, get cha' hands up high It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots I'm a grown ass man, I stand on my own two 200,000 cash, yeah, I'm buying my own team Right to your front door, operation so sweet I like little dude who keeps his money so neat But I still bury a nigga Put The Mask on, Jim Carey a nigga (Blaou) Swede ends in the Chevy, got me feelin' awkward Careful with the sweets, don't burn my seats You could live your whole life and not come close Guess that's why these rap niggas take notes Recite my adlibs, borrow my quotes Make me I hop a nigga, serve them with the toast Next, they be dressing like me But back in '93, they wasn't stressing like me (whats up) Snow man, get cha' hands up high It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots Snow man, get cha' hands up high It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots |
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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] |
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<i>[Intro]</i>
Wassup? Hahaaa Yeah! Yes! It's real talk, can I talk to y'all for a minute? I was in the streets the other day, I had a homie come through and he ask me Say "Yo! Everybody listen to you, everybody all ears, what you gonna do to give back?" I told him "Look homie, I'm ten steps ahead of you, if not thirty" Real talk, listen up, I got one song, let's make it right, let's go <i>[Verse 1]</i> I'm high on life and a fifth of Remy From the city where them young niggas die skinny Keep work on deck if you need any Just holler at them boys cause they keep plenty, follow me! Got the weight of the world on my shoulders And I swear it feels like ten thousand boulders And it's so heavy, but I'm so ready Feels like I was born for this If not, at least I'll die for it They said I couldn't do it but I'll still try for it The big question is what can I do for the youth? Everybody lyin to 'em so I told 'em the truth <i>[Hook]</i> "I'm a hustler!" So, one man, one stage, one mic One song, one chance to get it right I really thank y'all, we gon' see the night And I think I know the way, follow me "I got hustle!" One man, one stage, one mic One song, one chance to get it right I really thank y'all, we gon' see the night And I think I know the way, follow me "I'm a hustler!" <i>[Verse 2]</i> Real niggas don't die, they go to the Feds Fresh out, right back chasin bread My life's so hard, so concrete I was raised by 'em homie, that's why I think so street Take me for instance My life is not about you, think me for instance I did the impossible, I made it out Got dealt a bad hand but I played it out I'm a left lane nigga, my life's so fast Now I'm thinking holmes, got my right blinker on Spread my word, got my Kirk Franklin on Stuntin in traffic like "This my car" Sometimes I wonder how I made it this far Life's a bitch so I'm tryna wife her Just ball around, you know, buy her some things Lovin every minute of it, still breakin chains <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Verse 3]</i> Y'all my brush, let me paint a perfect picture Gotta pay attention cause it's three dimensional Same picture, see it one of three ways Let it marinate, it might take a few days They say all I talk about is drugs and violence So I shouldn't say nothin? Get a moment of silence If it don't make dollars, it don't make cents/sense Words to live by, took it out of context They say your pass is your present and your present is your cash So I look forward to the future Get a lil' paper your baby momma won't have Part of the college so I need a forecast Where's the weatherman at when you need him? A hungry nigga eat anything you feed him A rich nigga will buy anything you sell him And a broke nigga believe anything you fuckin tell him <i>[Hook]</i> |
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