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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
[Chorus]
You niggas want word play But I'm bout bird play 1st of them month, yea we call that bird day Just look at em' fly (hey) [Repeat: x2] You niggas want word play But I'm bout bird play 3rd of the month, yea we call that bird day Just look at em' fly (hey) [Repeat: x2] I'm way too intelligent To play wit my intelligence What you trying to say? What I'm sayings not relevant? I still represent Cause I'm a representa 3 Benz and just for a 9 PC chicken dinner Young boss right back like a rubber band Bought a whip "look y'all, no hands" "Stop this nonsense where's your roof?" All dis nonsense, there's no use Married to the game yea we just got eloped Depending on the shipment we might need a boat I'm talking big money anybody any on the case Yea we switched up the status now we on to the states [Chorus] It just a waste wit all hip hop Young killed hip hop? "don't you know this dumb nigga still talkin' crack rocks" Got everybody followin' that makes him a leader And he got to get indicted just to make u a believer If that's that case then I really do apologize That I memorize And I fantasize Then I visualize And I strategize One false move will get your ass penalized Nigga you can't be serious What if Pac was hearing this "You bullshitting me?" I'm sure biggie would agree If he had to pass the torch, then that bitch'll go to me Now wouldn't you agree? does it matter? I accept [Chorus] Have you ever see a blue rolls go on the black grass? Nigga go broke in investing a black mask Entrepreneur he found him a new crack A round of applause congratulate that nigga Cause when he get rich they goin' hate that nigga They goin' try they best to try n break that nigga [Chorus] |
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
(Yeah y'all must done lost y'all mind)
Shawty Redd on the track (Aye bruh) What's happenin' homie (they rappin' like you makin' beats like me) I hear em nigga Shawty Redd on the track I trap all day trap all night Money all day I got money all night Why they keep sayin' yeah I don't even know I got court tomorrow I don't need to go I don't need a show I got shit to do Only God can judge me Who the fuck is you? They say who dat? Nigga we dat Today is trey day so I guess I'm tryin' to three dat Never have I ever served a nigga where he sleep at D's be at ya door nigga you ain't tryin' to see that See my suicide watch stay on suicide watch Kill yaself yeah them suicide rocks Had the nerve to write me a dear Young letter Killin' em Young you shoulda known better I paid too much you niggas play too much Let the swag do the talking I don't say too much You niggas sayin' too much Mr. 17.5 you niggas payin' too much [Chorus] They say who dat? Nigga we dat Shawty redd on the track They say who dat? Nigga we dat Reportin' live from the trap They say who dat? Nigga we dat Shawty redd on the track They say who dat? Nigga we dat Young live from the trap I don't chase no broads I chase money and power Next time I reup I'm a buy me a chopper And I ain't talkin AK's I'm talkin' shit wit propellers Fly to the club make my old bitch jealous Thug motivation this is straight celebration I see Gizzle in his chopper outside Central Station This ain't a mixtape but the tape's mixed Black tape red tape all on one brick Get it on the flo' get get it on the flo Last night I swear to God half a mil on the flo Fell asleep on the money like a pillow on the flo Woke up got money had to get it off the flo [Chorus] What you know about twenty grand stuffed in a white sock Pull off in a white drop like I play for the White Sox Play wit them white blocks play wit them white squares You call it what you want who the fuck cares? I don't never sleep, why? too paranoid, OK State of paranoia all I do is call my lawyer Tell em I know them niggas that might have a lil' trouble OK you knows me if you beat it I pay you double Y'all niggas knows me if I want to I make it double Just know it's water whipped so you might have a lil' trouble Might move a little slower might get a few complaints Say he ran outta gas he might need a half a tank Thank God it's Friday fresh off the highway Seen too many's out he bout to pull in the driveway Where? In the driveway Take the work out, cut the duct tape Check the work out, young! |
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 9 - Welcome To The South (2009)
(Yeah y'all must done lost y'all mind)
Shawty Redd on the track (Aye bruh) What's happenin' homie (they rappin' like you makin' beats like me) I hear em nigga Shawty Redd on the track I trap all day trap all night Money all day I got money all night Why they keep sayin' yeah I don't even know I got court tomorrow I don't need to go I don't need a show I got shit to do Only God can judge me Who the fuck is you? They say who dat? Nigga we dat Today is trey day so I guess I'm tryin' to three dat Never have I ever served a nigga where he sleep at D's be at ya door nigga you ain't tryin' to see that See my suicide watch stay on suicide watch Kill yaself yeah them suicide rocks Had the nerve to write me a dear Young letter Killin' em Young you shoulda known better I paid too much you niggas play too much Let the swag do the talking I don't say too much You niggas sayin' too much Mr. 17.5 you niggas payin' too much [Chorus] They say who dat? Nigga we dat Shawty redd on the track They say who dat? Nigga we dat Reportin' live from the trap They say who dat? Nigga we dat Shawty redd on the track They say who dat? Nigga we dat Young live from the trap I don't chase no broads I chase money and power Next time I reup I'm a buy me a chopper And I ain't talkin AK's I'm talkin' shit wit propellers Fly to the club make my old bitch jealous Thug motivation this is straight celebration I see Gizzle in his chopper outside Central Station This ain't a mixtape but the tape's mixed Black tape red tape all on one brick Get it on the flo' get get it on the flo Last night I swear to God half a mil on the flo Fell asleep on the money like a pillow on the flo Woke up got money had to get it off the flo [Chorus] What you know about twenty grand stuffed in a white sock Pull off in a white drop like I play for the White Sox Play wit them white blocks play wit them white squares You call it what you want who the fuck cares? I don't never sleep, why? too paranoid, OK State of paranoia all I do is call my lawyer Tell em I know them niggas that might have a lil' trouble OK you knows me if you beat it I pay you double Y'all niggas knows me if I want to I make it double Just know it's water whipped so you might have a lil' trouble Might move a little slower might get a few complaints Say he ran outta gas he might need a half a tank Thank God it's Friday fresh off the highway Seen too many's out he bout to pull in the driveway Where? In the driveway Take the work out, cut the duct tape Check the work out, young! |
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from Young Jeezy - The Inspiration / Explicit Version (2006)
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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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
Hey hoes ain't shit
And money ain't nothin' And if it ain't nothin' Then its gotta be somethin' And if it ain't somethin' Then its gotta be nothin' And if he ain't showed the cash Then he gotta be bluffin' My dog hit me up He say he gotta lick Gotta bad jump shot So he might shoot a brick Talkin' records on my line That's a technical foul Don't know what the fuck you talkin' bout I'm hangin' up right now Nigga you ain't nick cannon And this ain't wild and out Playin my position I ain't tryin' to foul out Instant replay yeah We bout to find out Hey where the referee I need to call the time out [Chorus: x2] If young is what they want Then young is what they gettin' They ask me what I do I tell em teachin' for a livin' What you say nigga I could show you how to make a mill right now And I could show you how to make a mill right now He say he just touched down And he need a dutch downed Second time he caught a date Think he goin' out a way Thirty six skyline We goin' for the fresh down Fresh planned defense Every time he come around We goin' to the super bowl If I make this field goal I understand you gotta beat Let me turn this knee to three He trippin' bout the extra point Make sure you bring my extra cash Next time I see your extra ass Hold up call the play Yeah I'm playin' quarterback 4 way 2 way bet I bring a quarter back Weigh it up bag it up pass it to my runnin' back I got short on my pay That's a flag yell this way [Chorus] Ninth inning bases loaded I'm going for the grand slam Tax free tax free Don't give a shit to Uncle Sam Youngin' playin' softball You playin' softball Yeah I'm playin' softball Same colors golf balls Catch me in the outfield That's a whole lot of grass Tryin' to buy a franchise That's a whole lot of cash Yeah that's right I'm savin' up Think I'm gonna buy the team Watch me get my bounty on Trying to get my money clean Always quick watch the bitch Cant afford another strike If I make it through this shit Then I can play another night Money fight money fight Gotta get my money right But first I gotta kick these hoes So make sure that you ridin' wit me [Chorus] |
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from Young Jeezy - TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition [Deluxe Edition] (2011)
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
Yeah I told you Niggas
Yeah Niggas I told yalls I was coming back niggas I want it down below homies Lets go [Chorus] Welcome back Guess who's back and he is shinin' on you niggas Welcome back Guess who's back and he is stuntin' on you hoes Welcome back Yea I'm back and I'm shinin' on you niggas Welcome back Yea I'm back and I'm stuntin' on these hoes Been on my grizzy but now I'm back in the place And if you show me the money ill put this brick in your face And if ya ain't got mo money ill put this strap in your face And believing these niggas is like a slap in the face Welcome back Guess what I don't give a fuck None of these niggas real as me I think I might line em up Fuck you man he ain't shit What you say Suck a dick Excuse me if I'm bein' rude Let me check my attitude Excuse me Mr. Attitude Why you got an attitude Can't stand the rapper niggers Thinking that its trap a nigga Where at they do to you What's happening? What up dude I've been done You too slow I'm too fast Movin' like slim fast Keep my Ronald Williams cash In a black Chevy bag [Chorus] So kind so kind Thank you very much What the fuck is goin' on Actin' like I lost touch I ain't never lost touch Dam sure ain't lost much Mater of fact I still got it Yea you know I'm still ballin' Catch me in my black T But I'm a business man Catch me at the kitchen table weighing out my business plan Young what your dentist plan None your fuckin' business man Whats wrong with your pussy niggas Needin' my opinions man OK here we go again Street status necessary Start talking blow again Got that bureau if the niggas sellin' blow again Streets think its necessary that a nigga blow a man [Chorus] In my yayo in my kitchen Sky storch every where White fat black top Kung Fu panda bear Call me sense I got the taiquondo My Angelina shit I want that Brad Pitt dough I said so funny same time snow money Ain't nothin' funny bitch I'm on my money shit A movie star bitch We can make our own flick I just came to beat it down You play with your own shit Yea OK I'm bout to wild out Call it a v neck Why Took a nine out 750 luck 750 head Bitch I don't even know what 750 is [Chorus] Yeah We told you niggas right |
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20120112
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from Young Jeezy - TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition [Deluxe Edition] (2011)
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
I go to..
Like that don't cha Yeah yeah yeah (hahaha) Yeah nigga Turn me up a lil bit Said I'm stressed out..so tired My days..so long Said I'm stressed out..so tired Gotta..move on [Chorus] I needa vacation I'm goin' to Decatur Where its greater See if I could stack me up some paper I needa vacation.. I'm going to da bluff Where its rough See if I could cook me up enough I needa vacation.. I'm goin to College Park Where its dark See if I could cook me up somethin hard I needa vacation.. I'm going to the fo' Where it go An er'body know I make it snow I needa vacation.. See me standin here Like a chandelier Gangsta of da year Sippin' belvidere I'm smokin' inglewood I'm feelin' hella good A nigga wish he could I wish a nigga would I'm smokin' on dat good I'm grippin' on da grain Louie 13 Mixed wit hurricane Like a crippled mane You could catch me wit dat cane Gonna be a bloody murda If I catch you with my chain See these hatin' ass nigga Gettin' on my nerves I'm so up on da job I'm at a loss fa words I put it on da hood Gettin' money til I'm dead Only thang I'm fearin' is da muh'fuckin' feds [Chorus] Yeah I'm outta hur Send ya a post card N if ya outta dat Send ya some mo' hard I need some piecea mind Some relaxation I'm mindin' my biness So why ya nigga hatin' I keep it too real So why ya nigga fakin' Ya try it if ya want Cuz my nigga waitin' Won't let cha stress me out Won't let cha worry me Jus cause I'm doin' good Won't let cha murda me Its drivin' me insane Its makin' me crazy Ya know ya owe a nigga So fuckk you pay me I put it on da hood Gettin' money til I'm dead Only thang I'm fearin' is da muh'fuckin' feds [Chorus] I needa vacation I'm goin to Pittsburgh Where its greater See if I could stack me up some paper I needa vacation.. I'm goin' to Summerhill Where its rough See if I could cook me up enough I needa vacation.. I'm going to da H-wood Where its dark See if I could cook me up some hard I needa vacation.. Jones Berg south Where it go Er'body know I make it snow I needa vacation.. Said I'm stressed out..so tired My days..so long Said I'm stressed out..so tired Gotta..move On I needa vacation.. Chorus |
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from Drake 1집 - Thank Me Later (2010)
[Drake]
This is really one of my dumbest flows ever I haven't slept in days And me and my latest girl agreed to go our separate ways So I'm single... Thinking 'bout what we had and missing you But I ain't Santa, I got something for these bad bitches too I mean paparazzi on me trying not to get caught out They always seem to catch me with the woman that I brought out Baby don't hold on too long cause that's how them stories start out And all the girls that played me Eat your muthafuckin heart out, it's Drizzy Always gone but never hard to find And since you can't escape me do I ever cross your mind Because all this shit is new to me, I'm learning to behave And still spending every dollar they encourage me to save But I'm good... I know that niggas would kill for this lifestyle I'm looking forward to the memories of right now Never forgetting from where I came And no matter where I'm headed I promise to stay the same [Young Jeezy] I'm just riding round the city with my hood on and my windows down Ask your girl I'm the realest nigga she been around I pull up in something new and park it by the haters And when you get to talking 'bout the greatest [Chorus] (I just really hope that) You'll think of me (I just really hope that) You'll think of me (I just really hope that) You'll think of me (I'm doing my thing 3x) I'm tryna be unforgettable... [Young Jeezy] This just might be my realest flow ever When I say fo' life ya'll say fo'ever Its hard but it's fair I told that girl life hurts The closest you're gon get to this is a Pac t-shirt The names Young baby you know I live that thug life The good die young so I'm gon need a thug wife Yeah, I'm talking his and her firearms Know our jewelry probably louder than a car alarm Yeah, I remember I used to have to sneak the car Now my insides looking like a snickers bar Yeah, I'm talking caramel leathers Damn right, so fly i need feathers Same shit in the streets so what's the dealy? Young done everything in the A but fuck Chilli So welcome to my life no two days the same Like for ya'll to meet the love of my life her names THE GAME [Young Jeezy] I'm just riding round the city with my hood on and my windows down Ask your girl I'm the realest n*gga she been around I pull up in something new and park it by the haters And when you get to talking bout the greatest [Chorus] (I just really hope that) You'll think of me (I just really hope that) You'll think of me (I just really hope that) You'll think of me (I'm doin my thing 3x) I'm tryna be unforgettable... |
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from Young Jeezy - The Inspiration / Explicit Version (2006)
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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from Young Jeezy - TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition [Deluxe Edition] (2011)
20120112
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from Young Jeezy - Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 (2005)
I'm a t-are-a-p-s-t-are
Got the city on lock, big shoes on the car And she likes it (she likes it nigga) Hey And she likes it (jeah) (Lets get it) Got the city on smash Streets on click clock Eighty grand just to see the Jacob go tick tock (ha ha) I'm so materialistic, so well connected Just ask about it, so well respected (hey) Run the streets all day I don't get no sleep (nope) Eat at Spun dinners four times a week Bucket of crab legs, Slick had the lobsters (jeah) I'm the real deal these other niggas imposters Popping Gold Bond, yeah I took them sips (sips) 50 in the trunk, yeah I took those trips (trips) Keep the white girl, yeah forever my lady (jeah) Two grand flat get ya four and a baby, c'mon [Chorus] I'm a t-are-a-p-s-t-are Got the streets on lock, big shoes on the car And she likes it (she likes it, she likes it) And she likes it I'm a t-are-a-p-s-t-are Keep money in the suites, copt groups from the bar And she likes it (she likes it, jeah, ay ay) And she likes it(She likes it, she likes it) Slide through the hood to just to check my dough (dough) Trap-star fresh from head to toe (toe) From toe to ear the kicks match the cap (jeah) Black T-shirt, yeah it match the strap (ay) The stones in the watch, yeah they match the chain New Jordan's on his feet, Snowman's the name (hah a) Fresh out the paint shop threw the fo's on it (fo's on it) Now the Chevy got Lamborghini doors on it (doors on it) Mix the Grey Goose with the cranberry juices (what) Nigga can't you tell I really sold those deuces (yup) The squares are white, the tape is black (what else) The wait is over, the real is back (ay) [Chorus] Lil momma want to holla at a pimp (pimp) My money true straight, I don't walk witta limp (naw) It ain't hard girl just use ya head (ha ha) Slices stacked up, I got colonial bread (yeah) Now she off the chain, yeah she so erotic Purple Mango, yeah its so exotic (jeah) No punch lines (nope) no riddles (uh huh) I'm talking white squares with the steps in the middle (ha ha) You know me, take the good with the bad Can't complain the Porsche came with the rag And the chopper came with extra clips So when you niggas outta line we can extra flip (hey) [Chorus] |
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from Young Jeezy - Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 (2005)
Last time I checked I was the man on these streets
They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats Got diarrhea flow, now I shit on niggas Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggas (let's get it on) Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom They blowin purple shit that keep me high like the moon Yea, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hit man Yea, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hit man Yea, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hit man I'm a hater like you, fuck my wristband Nigga sneak this, and that ain't how we play Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ (that's right, dramatic nigga) Now tell me I ain't real, this are that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill (that's right) Now tell me I ain't real, this are that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill Last time I checked I was the man on these streets They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats Got diarrhea flow, now I shit on niggas Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggas (let's get it on) Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom They blowin' purple shit that keep me high like the moon Yea, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hitman I'm a hater like you, fuck my wristband Nigga sneak this, and that ain't how we play Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ (that's right) Now tell me I ain't real, this are that I'm holdin' got a gangsta grill Went from old school Chevy's To beamer coupes Got a 100 niggas with me and everybody gon shoot (yea) Try me nigga, that's your first mistake Eat your lil' ass up like a chanterelle plate The whole pie like Dominoes, yes indeed I'm tryna stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese You can try dog, but it ain't easy Mix the flake with the soul and carry Young Jeezy (damn) You still want to talk flow man? Soft white Alaska call me Snowman Smoke purp by the pound, ounce by the fifth Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yea) We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yea) We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga) Yea, back up in the hood again, where it's all good again Ridin' candy slab, grippin' on the wood again Outta line niggas get back in place where you shoulda been In case you don't understand, we'll make it understood again King of the underground, my gangsta will never fail You bout to make me go postal for fuckin' with my mail You got the connect, but you ain't got the clientele You the hoax and niggas know it, that shit ain't hard to tell Rat bitch, recognize that your cheese ain't been to sales I'm fina break some bread with the feds, you dumb as hell I been around the block before, sold it all for rock to blow And I don't fuck around, when the feds in town I got to go Respect my mind cause I'm a trill old schooler Summertime get too hot I wait for winter when its cooler U-G-K for life, free the pimp, you know the deal In PAT it's Trap Or Die and we ain't down for gettin killed Smoke purp by the pound, ounce by the fifth Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yea) We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yea) We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga We think like mathematicians, move like mobsters It's bout to be a grizzly winter nigga straight monster (real nigga) I'm posted up with my big schlapps, big snakes, big straps You don't want to feel that Street addicts get a buzz from the hustlin' Fuck the government, we got our own, the Track-Publicans Chillin' pimp niggas don't know the first thing about the block I'm 279 grams of straight drop out the pot Real street niggas, all the ghetto hoes on our jock When I hit the strip, all my troops listen while I talk This what I tell em, "Take these yams lil' man Break it down, get back, see a couple grams" And don't talk to square niggas, you know, Spongebobs Kanye West niggas, talking through the wire dog Watch for goonies when you got it, niggas want to rob And pull a staff and quarterback 'em like Brett Favre Smoke purp by the pound, ounce by the fifth Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yea) We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yea) We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga |
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from Young Jeezy - Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 (2005)
Ay, ay, you gotta believe, you gotta believe,
Ay, ay, you gotta believe, you gotta believe "let's get it" I used to hit the kitchen lights "lights" cockroaches everywhere Hit the kitchen lights "lights", now it's marble floors everywhere "ha-ha" Call the carpenter, the roof on the coups gone "jeah" Give a fuck what he sold i'm the truth holms "that's right" Kitchen fumed up, niggas jamming 2pac "jeah" Get my Benni Hanna's on workin' 2 pots "damn" Baby need shoes partner need bail money Blood hound for the bread I just smell money You niggas just write I recollect "recollect" Hands on Jeezy really counted them checks "yea" I'm Donald Trump in a white tee and white ones "yeah" The conversation is money nigga, you want some? "ay" <i>[Chorus]</i> Ay, ay, ay you gotta believe, Ay, you gotta believe. Ay, You ain't never seen them pies I'm talkin' so much white, it'll hurt your eyes I really lived it man, counting so much paper, it'll hurt your hands "let's get it" I'm what the streets made me, a product of my environment "jeah" Took what the streets gave me, a product of my environment "ay" Now it's 28 inches on a brand new hummer "humma" Telling you right now it's gone be a cold summa "yeah" Blew the brains out the Chevy call it suicide "Side" It's a way of life that's how us young niggas ride "that's right" Trap or die gave 'em hope They waiting on the sequel "jeah" It's clear to see the boy Jeezy do it for the people "Ay" <i>[Chorus]</i> Ay, ay, ay you gotta believe, Ay, you gotta believe. Ay, You ain't never seen them pies I'm talkin' so much whit it'll hurt your eyes I really lived it man counting so much paper it'll hurt your hands I'm the author of the book, yea a genius wrote it "jeah" There's a message in my words you gotta decode it "ay" I seen it all every gram every bird "what" I spit the truth every noun every verb "that's right" I never exaggerated one line one dime "dime" Never lied to the people not one time "neva" A hard head make a soft ass "ay" and hard white it get you str8 cash "ha-ha" <i>[Chorus]</i> Ay, ay, ay you gotta believe, Ay, you gotta believe. Ay, You ain't never seen them pies I'm talkin' so much whit it'll hurt your eyes I really lived it man counting so much paper it'll hurt your hands |
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from Young Jeezy - TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition [Deluxe Edition] (2011)
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
Young
Chea The recession is now here Feel like norm I'm gettin cheers I'm just speaking da truth Ain't my fault if it strikes fear Niggas heard it was a reccession The whole world went into a panic Glacier on my wrist Same thang that sunk the titanic Don't get frantic once you here the lyrics just chant it Ya'll not seen the bigger picture so stay out my frame I'm a menace to society cause I keep dat Kane Know you can't believe huh Straight from columbia Got da cubans on call like a nokia Mr.17 5 get it by da field Sell it by da batch And you better pay me fast Or I'll do you like yung berg Get cha chain snatched Kidnap yo kid you won't get either one back It's young Ayyyyyyy And I'm back Ayyyyyyyy And I'm back I'm not a techer buts heres yo lesson School of harknocks nigga The recession <i>[Chorus x2]</i> |
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from Young Jeezy - The Inspiration / Explicit Version (2006)
<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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from Young Jeezy - Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 (2005)
Yeah, ay
Jeah Ay nigga If you at the light right now nigga And the nigga sweating you my nigga Looking at you cause you got the big boy shoes on ya shit my nigga Ay roll down ya motherfucking window nigga Blow out that dro smoke nigga Tell that nigga that's how the fuck ya feel nigga Ya feel like ya look nigga Ya feel good nigga What's happening nigga? Let's get it, ay Ay, let's go <i>[Young Jeezy]</i> Red paint, inside's peanut butter (peanut butter) They seeing me, but I don't see them suckers (see them suckers) I ain't gon lie, man my shit tight (tight) Hoes jocking, got em stopping like a red light (ay, yeeeeeeah) Wake me up, this a sick dream (what) Got the Alpine with the flat screen (that's right) These niggaz ain't aware mayne (ware mayne) 12's in the trunk sounding like an airplane (ay, ay, jeah) A 757 jet (jet) He ain't know? You dealing with a fucking vet (yeeeeeah) niggaz cold like banana splits (jeah) That's why I cop the AR with banana clips (ay, ay) <i>[Hook x2]</i> Sitting 24 inches off the ground (That's how ya feel) A young nigga sellin fruity by the pound (That's how ya feel) And I got the best white in the town (That's how ya feel) 45 in my lap, it's going down (That's how ya feel) <i>[Young Jeezy]</i> I got a project chick with a lot of kids (lot of kids) She say she like my flow but love my ad libs (yeeeeeah) I was saying Yeah before Usher (what) Never Scared like T.I. and Bone Crusher (that's right) Any problem, Jeezy take care of it (jeah) Them ugly hoes say a nigga arrogant (arrogant) Real slow is how I drive past (what) Got everybody looking, sweating like a gym class (let's get it) I see you funny niggaz got jokes (jokes) Disrespect the Chevy, still riding on spokes (ay, spokes) You fucking with a player (ay) We don't just say no, we too busy saying yeeeeeah <i>[Hook x2]</i> Sitting 24 inches off the ground (That's how ya feel) A young nigga sellin fruity by the pound (That's how ya feel) And I got the best white in the town (That's how ya feel) 45 in my lap, it's going down (That's how ya feel) <i>[Young Jeezy]</i> I'm a motherfucking problem, who wanna solve me dog? (jeah) Got six cell phones, who gonna call me dog? (yeeeeeah) This ain't a movie, we are not actors (what) Still use a duck ass nigga for target practice (ay) Infrared beam on the Mausberg pump Hit his ass with it twice, make him A-Town Stomp (A-Town Stomp) In gats we trust (ay) niggaz play a lot of games dog, but not with us (not with us) Call me Jack In The Box, hop out with two clips (jeah) Cook ya faster than a t-bone at Ruth Chris (Ruth Chris) You still hating, looking stupid (looking stupid) I'm in the SL, looking real Coupe-ish (real Coupe-ish) <i>[Hook x2]</i> Sitting 24 inches off the ground (That's how ya feel) A young nigga sellin fruity by the pound (That's how ya feel) And I got the best white in the town (That's how ya feel) 45 in my lap, it's going down (That's how ya feel) |
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from Young Jeezy - Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 (2005)
[Intro]
[Girl] Jeezy?... [Jeezy] What up. [Girl] Where you at? [Jeezy] Shit I?m in tha hood where you think I?m at man ya kno, shit? [Girl] Still commin ova? [Jeezy] Eh man what I tell ya earlier man I?ll be through there man. [Girl] Uhh, I?ve been watin for ya since you left me? [Jeezy] Sss, that?s how you feel? [Girl] Hum hum hum, Yea? [Chorus ? Lloyd] [Verse 1] Got one baby mama, no bitch, no wife Like pac, ya need a thug in your life (yea?) A young nigga to straight come through and beat it up Let ya man be the freak, he can eat it up (ha haa) Shorty got that fire she ain?t let me down yet (nope) Got a Aquafina flow, call it well wet (damnn) Baby good with her mouth, says the right things Got a head on her shoulders, she does the right things (ha haa) She a bad bitch, ya?ll ready know Face like Trina, and an ass like Jacki-o (ohh) Got a gangsta on a mission (mission) Best believe I know all the right positions (that?s right..) She like it slow from the front, fast from the back (back) Put the pound game on her, hit her from the back (Jeahh) I?m young and thuggin, I don?t give a fuck He can make love to you, I?ma beat it up? [Chorus] [Verse 2] Me & shawty in the coop, lord knows she?s a star (star) For some strange reason she likes to do it in the car (damnn) She ain?t the type that be running her mouth (nope) So I keep it gangsta with her, let her come to the house (eyy) Let her play matter wit slick, when we in the bedroom she like to play with the stick (yea?) Know just how to handle her (how?) No amateur baby, I got stamina (jeah) Jeezy in the deck, now she grindin to the beat (beat) Legs vibratin, now she messin up my sheets (ha haa) Got a fistful of hair, and a fistful of ass (ass) She came first, I came last, roll tha grass?(eyy) [Chorus] [Verse 3 "Slick Pulla"] We pull bad hoes, rip them, push them to the side 'cause real players, keep reserves when its clinch time Matter fact, my bottom bitch love to ride pine She know when daddy leave the block, that its cut time I'm in the trenches, getting riches wit my comrades We 4 hoes up, like slacks in the player path Pretty skin, silky hair, plus that ass fat (uh huh) Fresh kicks on your feet, ya I?m diggin that Slick consako, ya boys slingin wood bitch You want that straight drop dick Come to the hood bitch I like scout them ghetto hoes up in 20 grand 'cause them the ones be wit that freaky shit man 2 drinks, 3 beans, now she rollin man The tool in her throat, I?m just tonsil patrollin man True pro's with this shit, we ain?t new jacks We drill hoes and switch ?em up like fitted caps [Chorus] |
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from Young Jeezy - Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 (2005)
Like the person needs his soul "uh huh, jeah"
Fight the will "ay" to need his own "ay, ay, ay" "Just talk to em for a minute, ay just talk to em for a minute" Like the baby "ay" needs to cry "uh huh jeah" If you go "ay" I swear "jeah" ill die "ay, ay, ay" How the fuck I'm free out here and you locked in there Your whole family acts like I ont care They don't know about the nights I just lay in my bed I can't even sleep I just lay in my bed Eyes full of tears and a heart full of pain Take deep breathes every time I hear your name You was more than family you was like my brother So when the shit went down its like I lost my brother "ay" And I wish we could trade places Swear to GOD dawg wish we could trade places Livin' a life of crime, but it wasn't your life it was more like mine I often think about the close calls we had And I often think about the close brawls we had And I love my nigga what you know bout that And ill do anything to get goalmouth back talk to em Like the person needs his soul Fight the will to need his own "Make em understand, hey, please, make em understand" Like the baby "please, look, ay" Needs to cry "make em understand, ay, ay, ay" If you go I swear ill die "make em understand, jeah, ay, talk to em ay, ay, ay" Mel man you my heart I swear to god "swear to god" Knew you was real man I saw it from the start "from the start" Even when I was wrong my nigga had my back "yeah" Even when I was right my nigga had my back "damn right" We used to laugh wouldn't shit funny "naw" Late night at my grandma house counting money I trust you with my life dog if I was married id trust you with my wife dog Any given time a half a mill in your possession You ain't called in two days man I still wasn't stressing "naw Cause when I talk my nigga listen "listened" Switch shit you used to help me with them pigeons "Earnest" Earnest T. won't talk to me dog and it hurts "it hurts" She treats a nigga like I'm the scum of the life "scum of the earth" In your eyes I couldn't do no wrong "naw" so to you I dedicate this song "talk to em" Like the person "ay" needs his soul "ay" Fight the will "talk to em for me my nigga" to need his own "gotta feel me on this one, jeah, ay, talk to em in tongues nigga, Do it make these niggas understand" Like the baby "ay" needs to "I love you Mat Lou" Cry "uh huh, talk to em" If you go "I don't think they understand me my nigga" I swear ill die "jeah, talk to em, ay, ay, ay" Must've bust ten rounds through the strap in your lap Knew I was a gangsta I wasn't going for that Pussy nigga in my yard talkin' shit Knowin' damn well I was on some G shit Let the whole clip ride and didn't think Let the whole clip ride and didn't blink You told me kindly not to bring the white in your house And then what I do bring the white in the house Bricks in the addict and yean know Your grandson killin' em he getting 24 Feds at the door I'm out of town Yean tell 'em shit, you held me down Now a-days I rock the mic I'm getting paid for that And all the shit I been through I'm getting paid for that Always said I would make, wish you could see me now But if I tried to tell her she probably wouldn't believe me now |
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
(feat. Trey Songz)
Clear... Yeah... Ahaha... Yeah it's official Yeah... yeah yeah... Hey Ziggy I told them neggaz(oh Yah) They wouldn't believe me tho I do this shit tho [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] It's 3:45 She pulled up to my house Grabbed my strap, Got the door With a blunt in my mouth (haha) Say I'm 'bout to put the smack down You know I'll put the smack down And [? ] put the smack down She Park in the background Look at me I'm standing tall She knows how to keep it up We just left the club So you know we both drunk as f**k 30 min in... secound wind Call it cardioooooooo I go up and down round and round SUPER MARIO! Oh wee ohh wee she busting like a uzzy I'm riding that Zazuki She Wetting Such a Couzy Call it in... Coat 10 Get ready for the water Floowwwww Number 16 Terr it up [Chorus: Trey Songz] What can I say (I ain't lying) Ain't no easy way to say this (yahh...) And I don't know if you can handel it (I don't know if you can handel It) But I'm thinking about taking it (taking it there) Cause that's the only way you ain't gett it (and youu...) You lay around with them Boyz up town (Laying around) And I've been thinking about it all day long (all day long shawtii) And that two think I can't handel it (but her...) But I'm think I might end up taking it... [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] I'm thinking about it, then by recieving... She can get it right back up, just give her a reason Any given season Winter, spring, Summer, Fall... I came to see the show baby gon and make the water fall She know I'm the one to call when she want that good shit She know I'm the one to call when she wants the hood shit Baby looking all good about to meet her all hood Jump her in the call yah you know the handle all wood I stepped up in the spot (spot) Yah Smelling like a pound Yah you know I'm taking nam-... Yee ain't got to take em down Yee ain't got to take em off for mehh... Over a? gresident? About to be an accident Just call for? Gressem? [Chorus: Trey Songz] What can I say (I ain't lying) Ain't no easy way to say this (yahh...) And I don't know if you can handel it (I don't know if you can handel It) But I'm thinking about taking it (taking it there) Cause that's the only way you ain't gett it (and youu...) You lay around with them Boyz up town (Laying around) And I've been thinking about it all day long (all day long shawtii) And that two think I can't handel it (but her...) But I'm think I might end up taking it... [Verse 3: Young Jeezy] I don't know if you can handle this... Know if you can handle mehh First I'm gonna star right here where your man shud be I don't know if you can handle this... Know if you can handle Young If yee ain't never had a real Negga, Better get you one Come thru on some thug shitt(thug shitt) Gotta respect shit Yahh I come thru on some thug shitt (thug shitt) Gotta Accept it She know that I'm never shy most time we Probly high Kid licked the kitty catt Yah gon need an Alliby [Chorus: Trey Songz] What can I say (I ain't lying) Ain't no easy way to say this(ain't no easy way to Tell you this) And I don't know if you can handel it (I don't know if you can handel It) But I'm thinking about taking it (taking it there) Cause that's the only way you ain't gett it (and youu...) You lay around with them Boyz up town (Laying around) And I've been thinking about it all day long (Ohh...) And that two think I can't handel it (ohh... but her...) But I'm think I might end up taking it... There... there there there there Take... Ing... It... There... there there there there... AHH [Fading/Repeat] And How you doing Jeezyy... [x3] |
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from Young Jeezy - TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition [Deluxe Edition] (2011)
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slayers98 Big Bang Manuel Arm.. The Curse Bellman I Suppose Bellman 곡 200 | 담기 3 | 추천 1 |
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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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from Young Jeezy - The Inspiration / Explicit Version (2006)
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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from Young Jeezy - Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 (2005)
Hey
Hey Hey Hey, yeah Hey Jeah, hey, hey, hey I told 'em straight drop this and zip lock that Right on my waistline is where I kept that strap (yeah) I remember nights I didn't remember nights (nights) I damn near went crazy, had to get it right (that's right) Now I'm ya favorite rapper's favorite rapper (hey) Now I'm ya favorite trapper's favorite trapper (ha ha) The absolute truth, yeah I'm no joke Who me, I emerge from the crack smoked (yeah) In the hearts of those who grind with O's (O's) They feel my pain, they at my shows (jeah) That's why I got this glass pot and this triple beam (what) I tell 'em Money Talks like Charlie Sheen (hey) [Chorus: x2] These are more than words, this is more than rap This is the streets and I am the trap Standing ovation Standing ovation Once upon a time, I used to grind all night (grind all night) With that residue, that was Ipod white (yeah) I'm a boss, I got Juice like the magazine (jeah) And everyday I see Feds like a magazine (ha ha) Psychopathic wordplay, schizophrenic flow (flow) I guess it's safe to say I got schizophrenic dough (damn) Fuck bad bitches, smoke big blunts (jeah) Who am I to tell ya different? Ya only live once (let's get it) All I blow is kush, yeah that cali bud (bud) Got cali love when I got that cali glove (hey) My spanish bitch in L.A., yeah I owe her one (one) Now them squares seventeen like Uncle Brady's son (yeah) [Chorus: x2] My brains pulse through my veins, man I can't understand it Infatuation with the birds, I watch Animal Planet (ha ha) My life's a motion picture in Dolby Digital (hey) Tree raiser and the scale it was digital Calculate my every step, I'm a mathematician Make them pigeons disappear, I'm a damn magician (yeah) A .40 cal, rubber bands, and a shoebox (jeah) Run through a hundred grand watching Matlock (hey) Got it by the truckload, like the bread people (jeah) I got a Sixth Sense, I stack dead people (that's right) I'm talking Grants and Jacksons Swear it took a whole hour just to count the Jackson's (hey) [Chorus: x2] |
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from Young Jeezy - Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 (2005)
Convict
Akon and Young Jeezy Tryin' to take it easy Only way to go And So... [Chorus] If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop (Now) 'Cuz I'm a rida (Yeah) I'm just a Soul Survivor (Yeah) 'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now) If you a rida (Yeah) Or just a Soul Survivor (Let's get it) Tonight I can't sleep we livin' in Hell (Yeah) First they, give us the work then they throw us in jail (Ayy) Road Trip ya I'm trafficing in the white Please Lord don't let me go to jail tonight (Yeah) Who Me? I'm a Soul Survivor Ask about 'em in the street, the boy Jeez a rida (Jeez a rida) A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah life sucks Fuck the club, dawg, I rather count a million bucks (Ayy) [Chorus] 'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now) If you a rida (Yeah) Or just a Soul Survivor Another day, another dolla (dolla) same block, same nigga, same part, same green I guess we got the same dreams (Ayy) Or is it the same nightmares (nightmares) We let the doves do it for us we don't cry tears (That's right) Real niggaz don't budge When Mail Man got his time he shot birds at the judge (Yeah) I'm knee deep in the game So when it's time to re-up, I'm knee deep in the cane (Damn) Real talk, Look, I'm tellin' you mayne (tellin' you mayne) If you get jammed up don't mention my name Forgive me Lord I know I aint livin' right Gotta feed the block, niggaz starvin', they got appitites (Ayy) And this is er'day, it never gets old (Old) Thought I was a juvenile stuck to the G-Code (Yeah) This aint a rap song, nigga this is my life (this is my life) And if the hood was a battlefield then I'd earn stripes (Yeah) [Chorus] 'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now) If you a rida (Yeah) Or just a Soul Survivor Gotta watch er' move 'cuz them eyes be on you (eyes be on you) Gotta drive real cool when them pies be on you (pies be on you) Just because we stack paper and we ball outrageous (ball outrageous) Them alphabet boys gotta us under survalence (Ayy) (Like animals) They lock us in cages The same nigga that's a star when you put 'em on stages I aint cheat played the hand I was dealt Tried to tax the grand pearl when I got it myself (Let's Get It) No nuts, no glory (no glory) My biography, you damn right, the true story (Yeah) Set the city on fire, and I didn't even try (try) Run these streets all day, I can sleep when I die (Ayy) 'Cuz if you lookin' for me you you can find me On the block disobeyin' the law Real G-thoroughbred from the streets Pants saggin' with my gun in my draws Just to keep on movin' now Just to keep on movin' now Just to keep on movin' now Just to keep on movin' now [Chorus] 'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now) If you a rida (Yeah) Or just a Soul Survivor [Chorus] 'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now) If you a rida (Yeah) Or just a Soul Survivor |
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from Mariah Carey 11집 - E=Mc² (2008)
It's M C and Y J Another hit okay We lookin' fine takin' off Saw us on a runway On any given Sunday Monday Tuesday They try to confuse me I never let 'em use me I was a girl you was a man I was too young to understand I was naive I just believed Everything that you told me Said you were strong Then I found out that you were weak Keepin' me there under your thumb Cause you were scared that I'd become much More than you could handle Shining like a chandelier That decorated every room inside The private hell we built And I dealt with it Like a kid I wished I could fly away But instead I kept my tears inside Cause I knew if I started I'd keep crying For the rest of my life with you I finally built up the strength to walk away Don't regret it but I still live with the side effects When I space am I still dreaming 'bout them violent times Still little protective 'bout the people that I let inside Still little defensive thinkin' 'bout me tryin' to run my life Still little depressed inside I fake a smile and deal with the side effects Side effects Side effects Side effects It didn't stop no one was there Couldn't be real had to keep quiet Once in awhile put up a fight It's just too much night after night After awhile I would just lie You wasn't wrong said you was right Did what I could just to survive Couldn't believe this was my life Flickering like a candle Do my best to handle sleeping with the enemy Whether he was smothering every last part of me So I broke away and finally found the strength to leave kept my tears inside Cause I knew if I started I'd keep crying For the rest of my life with you I finally built up the strength to walk away Don't regret it but I still live with the side effects When I space am I still dreaming 'bout them violent times Still little protective 'bout the people that I let inside Still little defensive thinkin' 'bout me tryin' to run my life Still little depressed inside I fake a smile and deal with the side effects Side effects Side effects Side effects Hey hey hey Let's go Hey Mafnifico or should I say Mafnificent Ain't nothing worth your happiness And I ain't caring who you're with Misery love company so we ain't tryin' to hang with y'all Hurt you if ya let 'em in Gotta keep ya sucka smilin' Keep tryin' to play I tell him I ain't blowin' tho Think they want me outta here I tell 'em I ain't goin' tho Side effects be drowsiness Loneliness How is this I think the call it hateration What can you prescribe for this Forgive but I can't forget Every day I deal with this I live with the side efffects But I ain't gonna let them get the best of me Forgive but I can't forget Every day I deal with this I live with the side efffects But I ain't gonna let them get the best of me Kept my tears inside Cause I knew if I started I'd keep crying For the rest of my life with you I finally built up the strength to walk away Don't regret it but I still live with the side effects When I space am I still dreaming 'bout them violent times Still little protective 'bout the people that I let inside Still little defensive thinkin' 'bout me tryin' to run my life Still little depressed inside I fake a smile and deal with the side effects Side effects Side effects Side effects |
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from Young Jeezy - Shake Life [single] (2011)
알아 뭘알아 가만..
jjokopay Girls Talkin Bout Mindless B.. My Girl Mindless B.. Mrs. Right (Feat. Diggy Simmons) Mindless B.. 곡 32 | 담기 2 | 추천 0 |
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from Mariah Carey - Shake It Off [single] (2005)
[Chorus]
I gotta shake it off Cause the loving ain't the same And you keep on playing games Like you know I'm here to stay I gotta shake it off Just like the Calgon commercial I really gotta get up outta here And go somewhere I gotta shake it off Gotta make that move Find somebody who Appreciates all the love I give Boy I gotta shake it off Gotta do what's best for me Baby and that means I gotta shake it off By the time you get this message It's gonna be too late So don't bother paging me 'Cause I'll be on my way See, I grabbed all my diamonds and clothes Just ask your momma she knows You're gonna miss me baby Hate to say I told you so Well at first I didn't know But now it's clear to me You would cheat with all your freaks And lie compulsively So I packed up my Louie Vuitton Jumped in your ride and took off You'll never ever find a girl Who loves you more than me [Chorus] I gotta shake it off Cause the loving ain't the same And you keep on playing games Like you know I'm here to stay I gotta shake it off Just like the Calgon commercial I really gotta get up outta here And go somewhere I gotta shake it off Gotta make that move Find somebody who Appreciates all the love I give Boy I gotta shake it off Gotta do what's best for me Baby and that means I gotta shake it off [Bridge] I gotta shake, shake, shake, shake, shake it Off... I found out about a gang Of your dirty little deeds With this one and that one By the pool, on the beach, in the streets Heard y'all was Hold up my phone's breakin' up I'ma hang up and call the machine right back I gotta get this off of my mind You wasn't worth my time So I'm leaving you behind Cause I need a real love in my life Save this recording because I'm never coming back home Baby I'm gone Don't cha know [Chorus] I gotta shake it off Cause the loving ain't the same And you keep on playing games Like you know I'm here to stay I gotta shake it off Just like the Calgon commercial I really gotta get up outta here And go somewhere I gotta shake it off Gotta make that move Find somebody who Appreciated all the love I give Boy I gotta shake it off Gotta do what's best for me Baby and that means I gotta shake it off [Bridge] [Chorus] [Bridge] |
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from Mariah Carey - Shake It Off (Remixes) [single] (2007)
[Chorus]
I gotta shake it off Cause the loving ain't the same And you keep on playing games Like you know I'm here to stay I gotta shake it off Just like the Calgon commercial I really gotta get up outta here And go somewhere I gotta shake it off Gotta make that move Find somebody who Appreciates all the love I give Boy I gotta shake it off Gotta do what's best for me Baby and that means I gotta shake it off By the time you get this message It's gonna be too late So don't bother paging me 'Cause I'll be on my way See, I grabbed all my diamonds and clothes Just ask your momma she knows You're gonna miss me baby Hate to say I told you so Well at first I didn't know But now it's clear to me You would cheat with all your freaks And lie compulsively So I packed up my Louie Vuitton Jumped in your ride and took off You'll never ever find a girl Who loves you more than me [Chorus] I gotta shake it off Cause the loving ain't the same And you keep on playing games Like you know I'm here to stay I gotta shake it off Just like the Calgon commercial I really gotta get up outta here And go somewhere I gotta shake it off Gotta make that move Find somebody who Appreciates all the love I give Boy I gotta shake it off Gotta do what's best for me Baby and that means I gotta shake it off [Bridge] I gotta shake, shake, shake, shake, shake it Off... I found out about a gang Of your dirty little deeds With this one and that one By the pool, on the beach, in the streets Heard y'all was Hold up my phone's breakin' up I'ma hang up and call the machine right back I gotta get this off of my mind You wasn't worth my time So I'm leaving you behind Cause I need a real love in my life Save this recording because I'm never coming back home Baby I'm gone Don't cha know [Chorus] I gotta shake it off Cause the loving ain't the same And you keep on playing games Like you know I'm here to stay I gotta shake it off Just like the Calgon commercial I really gotta get up outta here And go somewhere I gotta shake it off Gotta make that move Find somebody who Appreciated all the love I give Boy I gotta shake it off Gotta do what's best for me Baby and that means I gotta shake it off [Bridge] [Chorus] [Bridge] |
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from Young Jeezy - Put On [Explicit Version] [single] (2008)
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
I put on...(x4) I put on for my city, on on for my city (x4) [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] When they see me off in traffic They say "Jeezy on some other shit" Send them pussy niggas Runnin straight back to the dealership Me I'm in my spaceship, Thats right I work for Nasa This 7H is not a fraud, Call that bitch my bodyguard Call that bitch your bodyguard? Yeah, thats my bodyguard wear a lot of jewelry Young dont' do security what's whiter than a napkin, Harder than a dinner plate If you want it come and get it You know I stay super straight Ran up in my spots and now I'm workin Out the Super 8 Know you niggas hungry, Come and get a super plate Y'all sing happy birthday, Yeah I got that super cake Hundred karat bracelet, I use it like some super bait [Chorus:Young Jeezy] (x2) I put on for my city, on on for my city I put on for my city, on on for my city Put on (east side) Put on (south side) Put on (west side) Put on [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] Half bag, top back, Ain't nothin but a young thug HKs, aK's, i need to join a gun club Big wheels, big straps, You know I like it super sized Passenger's a redbone, Her Weave look like some curly fries Inside fish sticks, outside tartar sauce Pocket full of celery, Imagine what she tellin me Blowin on asparagus, The realest shit I ever smoked Ridin to that Trap or Die, The realest shit I ever wrote They know I got that broccoli, So I keep that glock on me Don't get caught without one, Comin from where I'm from Call me Jeezy Hamilton, Flyin down Campbellton So fresh, so clean, On my way to Charlene [Chorus] (x2) [Verse Intro: Kanye West] I put on...(x3) I put on for my city, I put on for my I put on for my city, I put on for my city On... [Verse 3: Kanye West] I feel like there's still Niggas that owe me checks I feel like there's still Bitches that owe me sex I feel like this But niggas don't know the stress I lost the only girl In the world that know me best I got the money and the fame And that don't mean shit I got the Jesus on a chain, Man that don't mean shit Cause when the Jesus Pieces can't bring me peace Sure I need just at least One of Russell's nieces On...I let my nightmares go I put on, Everybody that I knew from the go I know hoes that was frontin When they knew he was broke They say damn, Yeasy Yeasy, you don't Owe us no more You got that big fame homie, And you just changed on me You can ask big homie, Man the top so lonely I aint lyin So lonely I aint lyin Let me see What we have tonight (what we have tonight) I'm high as a satellite (satellite) I see those flashin lights (flashin lights) Cause every night (every night) I put on [Chorus] (x2) [Outro: Kanye West] Let me see What we have tonight (what we have tonight) I'm high as a satellite (satellite) I see those flashin lights (flashin lights) Cause every night (every night) Let me see What we have tonight (what we have tonight) I'm high as a satellite (satellite) I see those flashin lights (flashin lights) |
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
I put on...(x4) I put on for my city, on on for my city (x4) [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] When they see me off in traffic They say "Jeezy on some other shit" Send them pussy niggas Runnin straight back to the dealership Me I'm in my spaceship, Thats right I work for Nasa This 7H is not a fraud, Call that bitch my bodyguard Call that bitch your bodyguard? Yeah, thats my bodyguard wear a lot of jewelry Young dont' do security what's whiter than a napkin, Harder than a dinner plate If you want it come and get it You know I stay super straight Ran up in my spots and now I'm workin Out the Super 8 Know you niggas hungry, Come and get a super plate Y'all sing happy birthday, Yeah I got that super cake Hundred karat bracelet, I use it like some super bait [Chorus:Young Jeezy] (x2) I put on for my city, on on for my city I put on for my city, on on for my city Put on (east side) Put on (south side) Put on (west side) Put on [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] Half bag, top back, Ain't nothin but a young thug HKs, aK's, i need to join a gun club Big wheels, big straps, You know I like it super sized Passenger's a redbone, Her Weave look like some curly fries Inside fish sticks, outside tartar sauce Pocket full of celery, Imagine what she tellin me Blowin on asparagus, The realest shit I ever smoked Ridin to that Trap or Die, The realest shit I ever wrote They know I got that broccoli, So I keep that glock on me Don't get caught without one, Comin from where I'm from Call me Jeezy Hamilton, Flyin down Campbellton So fresh, so clean, On my way to Charlene [Chorus] (x2) [Verse Intro: Kanye West] I put on...(x3) I put on for my city, I put on for my I put on for my city, I put on for my city On... [Verse 3: Kanye West] I feel like there's still Niggas that owe me checks I feel like there's still Bitches that owe me sex I feel like this But niggas don't know the stress I lost the only girl In the world that know me best I got the money and the fame And that don't mean shit I got the Jesus on a chain, Man that don't mean shit Cause when the Jesus Pieces can't bring me peace Sure I need just at least One of Russell's nieces On...I let my nightmares go I put on, Everybody that I knew from the go I know hoes that was frontin When they knew he was broke They say damn, Yeasy Yeasy, you don't Owe us no more You got that big fame homie, And you just changed on me You can ask big homie, Man the top so lonely I aint lyin So lonely I aint lyin Let me see What we have tonight (what we have tonight) I'm high as a satellite (satellite) I see those flashin lights (flashin lights) Cause every night (every night) I put on [Chorus] (x2) [Outro: Kanye West] Let me see What we have tonight (what we have tonight) I'm high as a satellite (satellite) I see those flashin lights (flashin lights) Cause every night (every night) Let me see What we have tonight (what we have tonight) I'm high as a satellite (satellite) I see those flashin lights (flashin lights) |
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 7 - THE # 1's (Can't Live Without My Radio) Pt. 2 (2009)
(Jeezy)
I put on (x4) I put on for my city, on on for my city (x4) When they see me up in traffic they say Jeezy on some other shit Send them pussy niggas runnin straight back to the dealership Me I'm in my spaceship, that's right I work for Nasa The 7H is not a fraud, call that bitch my bodyguard Call that bitch your bodyguard? Yeah, that's my bodyguard When we're out of jewelry Young gon' do security It was whiter than a napkin, harder than a dinner plate If you want it come and get it You know I stay super straight Ran up in my spots and now I'm workin at the Super 8 Know you niggas hungry, come and get a super plate Y'all sing happy birthday, yeah I got that super cake Hundred karat bracelet, I use it like some super freight (Chorus) I put on for my city, on on for my city I put on for my city, on on for my city Put on (east side) Put on (south side) Put on (west side) Put on (x2) Half bag, top back, ain't nothin but a young thug HKs, 8 K's, I need to join a gun club Big wheels, big straps, you know I like it super sized Passenger's a redbone, her weed look like some curly fries Inside fish sticks, outside tartar sauce Pocket full of celery, imagine what she tellin me Blowin on asparagus, the realest shit I ever smoked Ridin to that Trap or Die, the realest shit I ever wrote They know I got that broccoli, so I keep that glock on me Don't get caught without one, comin from where I'm from Call me Jeezy Hamilton, flyin down Campbellton So fresh, so clean, on my way to Charlene (Chorus) (Kanye) I put on... (x3) I put on for my city, I put on for my I put on for my city, I put on for my city On I feel like there's still niggas that owe me checks I feel like there's still bitches that owe me sex I feel like this but niggas don't know the stress I lost the only girl in the world that know me best I got the money and the fame and that don't mean shit I got the Jesus on a chain, man that don't mean shit Cause when the Jesus pieces can't bring me peace Yo, I need just at least one of Russell's nieces On... I let my nightmares go I put on, everybody that I knew from the go I know hoes that was frontin when they knew we was broke They say damn, Yeezy Yeezy, you don't know us no more You got that big fame homie, and you just changed homie You can ask big homie, man the top sure lonely i ain't lyin' So lonely i ain't lyiiiin' Let me see what we have tonight (what we have tonight) I'm high as a satellite (satellite) I see those flashin lights (flashin lights) Cause every night (every night) I put on (Chorus) |
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from Bun-B - Trill [Screwed & Chopped] (2005)
[Vocal Sample: Curtis Mayfield & The Impressions]
Pushin' Keep on pushin' I've got to keep on pushin' [Intro: Bun talking over sample] Say man I don't give a fuck about the FEDs D.E.A., A.T.F., Task Force, Jump-out boys, or your local neighborhood robbers Baby I got to keep on pushin' [Bun B] Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow (Snow) They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know (Know) I'm the boss baller of blow when you come to the Gulf (Gulf) Other cats holdin' some weight but they ain't holdin' enough I've been around way before the Interstate was on fire (Fire) Before they hid it in the gas or the tire (Tire) Before a motherfucker even knew about a stash box We just put work in the back of the car (Man), and mashed out (For real) Now ask a nigga that was doin' it in nine-three On the Interstate in a rental car you can find me Suitcase is stuffed like a holiday turkey (Turkey) Chopper right beside in case a nigga try to jerk me (Jerk me) I did the city thing plus I played it out of state Either way a nigga was known for havin' a lot of weight Try to knock me down but it only made me bigger Haters wanna see me fall but a nigga gotta keep on pushin' [Scarface] I feel you Bun, I feel you Young, I mean, I feel you I'm on the corner from sun up to sun down Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of town What I was, sellin' for twenty, niggaz sellin' for ten So I'm bout to take it to drastic measurements for my ends My partner Rob in seventeen and in the Benz And me I'm in a bucket but fuck it, that's how it is, shit I got an ounce about to cut it into stones Next stop: Port Arthur, Texas, I work it in the Lones I'm a little nigga on his hustle bout to rise I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five A week went by, and a nigga took that dry Back to H-Town, with re-up about to score me nine A Pyrex bulb and the whoop so throwed I cooked it for nine then I stretched it for nine more Whoa, I'm that nigga bakin' with holes in his door Crummy niggaz sellin' that ether but fuck it, shit sold [Young Jeezy] Ay, no matter how hard it get you know I'mma… Real talk, real niggaz do real things you know they… (CHEEAAA) You already know, free Pimp C nigga (LIFE NIGGA) U.G.K. for motherfuckin' life, U.S.D.A. nigga, C.T.E. nigga (CHEAA) You know them Houston niggaz you know they niggaz keep on pushin' nigga (PUSHIN) G.A. niggaz you know they already… Real niggaz do real things nigga you already know nigga C.T.E. nigga, Rap-A-Lot records (AYE, AYE, AYE) One day you're here, the next day you're gone (WHAT?) Cuz some nigga set you up on the phone (DAMN) Shit, I play it how I go, I'm in a league of my own You ain't gotta front me shit nigga, I'm buyin' my own (HAHA) Whether it's sixteen bars or sixteen bricks (CHEA) Move 'em one at a time, I'll take sixteen trips (LET'S GET IT) I'm in the kitchen with the white, choppers by the back door (AYE) Mind on my money, but I swear this shit stack dough (HAHA) Square's in the closet, a hundred thousand in the box spring Got the stash box in the back of the Mustang (CHEA) You know I keep a down ass bitch to dry that shit Look, I-T a nigga yea she ride that shit Hey, I hustle harder, I hustle smarter (AYE) Just left the magnum lot tried to whip me up a charter (HAHA) I'm so ahead of my time, ahead of my grind Look at snowman bitch, it's a must that I shine (YEAAAA) See my watch is like...damn, my ears beggin' for attention (AYE) A quarter mill around my neck, in case I forgot to mention You niggaz actin' like hoes so motherfucker keep gushin' I'mma do what the gangstas do and nigga keep pushin' (AYYEEE) [Vocal sample and beat ride out til fade] |
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from Young Buck - Buck The World (2006)
(Intro: Young Buck + (Young Jeezy))
6-1-5 Ca$hville we buck, yeah! (AY!) Toomp I got you nigga! (Yeah!) A.T.L. to Ca$hville nigga (You already know what this is, ay!) Aiyyo Jeezy whattup nigga? (What they do nigga?) Aiyyo it's on me tonight nigga! (Let's go) Let's get it! (Let's go!) (Chorus: Young Buck + (Young Jeezy)) Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup Tell them haters catch up ho, bitch you buck ho (Bitch you better buck nigga) Bitch you better buck nigga (Bitch you better buck nigga) Bitch you better buck nigga I ain't playin 'bout my money (AY!) I hit ya ass up (ha-hahhhhh) Leave ya right there so they can pick ya ass up, yeah Bitch you better buck nigga (bitch you better buck nigga) Bitch you better buck nigga (bitch you better buck nigga, YEAH!) (Interlude: Young Buck) Jack boys, jack boys, what'chu gon' do? Run up and the nigga put the thang on you Jack boys, jack boys, what'chu gon' do? Run up and the nigga put the thang on you (Young Jeezy) Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh It's Young (Young) Jizzle (Jizzle) and the homie Buck (yeah!) We still ridin dirty, think we givin a f**k? (nah) Headed 75 South (South) for seventy-five blocks (whoo!) Hundred miles an hour pass seventy-five cops (vrooom!) And straight to the mac, hit seventy-five spots (daaaaamn) And I'm back down Atlanta, copped seventy-five drops (ha-hahhhhh!) So on first sip (sip) I made about a grand You ask me what I need I tell 'em bring the whole van (yeahhhhhhhhhhhh) All I do is make hits, just to see my SoundScans (AYY!) I know the yayo, you should see me bag grams (ha-hahhhhhh!) See cuz over there (whattup!) he'll kill ya ass for nuttin C.T.E. (talk to 'em nigga!) and muh'f**ker we buckin nigga (Chorus) (Interlude) (Young Buck) Let me go and show you niggaz what my whip game like I whip it to the left, and whip it to the right I mix it with the Sprite, and flip it with the whites See I make my own price cause I take my own flights I still got my ski mask, STILL need cash STILL got them eighteens as if you want a half That's 11-5 apiece dawg if ya do the math But I do it for the ten for my niggaz in the cab Got a bitch in Decatur, she shake it for the paper So when I make it rain, I just get it back later See cuz over there, he'll kill ya ass for nuttin (I got ya homie!) 6-1-5, Ca$hville, we buckin (Chorus) (Interlude - 2X) (Chorus) |
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from Young Jeezy - TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition [Deluxe Edition] (2011)
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slayers98 Big Bang Manuel Arm.. The Curse Bellman I Suppose Bellman 곡 200 | 담기 3 | 추천 1 |
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from Young Jeezy - TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition [Deluxe Edition] (2011)
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slayers98 Big Bang Manuel Arm.. The Curse Bellman I Suppose Bellman 곡 200 | 담기 3 | 추천 1 |
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from Ciara - Never Ever [single] (2009)
Throw yo' hands up in the air
If ya know he love ya Tell the DJ play this song right here If ya know he love ya Let let let let me see you 2 step If ya know he love ya It don't matter if you by yourself If ya know he love ya If that boy don't love you by now He will never ever never ever love you He will never ever never ever love you If that boy don't love you by now He will never ever never ever love you He will never ever never ever love you I know you think that I just be trippin' on ya Boy you see this ain't how I normally be But I can't help this jealousy Ooh it's taking over me ooh I'm falling way to deep Without you by my side I feel like I can't eat or sleep But I got to come down earth I don't wanna But I gotta let you go but baby I dont wanna I gotta see that you and me ain't meant to be That's why I tell myself If that boy don't love you by now If that boy don't love you by now He will never ever never ever love you He will never ever never ever love you If that boy don't love you by now He will never ever never ever love you He will never ever never ever love you Baby I can't help but fantasize Wondering what it might be like You and I sound so right But I'mma let go tonight it ain't nothin' Coverin' my eyes Ain't gonna see it more than twice I get it I got it Baby baby But I got to come down earth I don't wanna But I gotta let you go but baby I dont wanna I gotta see that you and me ain't meant to be That's why I tell myself If that boy don't love you by now If that boy don't love you by now He will never ever never ever love you He will never ever never ever love you If that boy don't love you by now He will never ever never ever love you He will never ever never ever love you Alright alright alright okay I see ya point I must admit I grind I grind I grind all day This paper's what I'm trynna get Now normally when I'm paper chasing I be having tunnel vision And if it's really like that lady just turn on ya television And there go Young I said there go Young you trynna get it did Just know I gets it done she love way I cheat She love the way I move I she I show it to her Shows about 100 goon blacks this black that Black car black flags I really hope that's money that ya'll got off in them black bags 808's and hearbreak states who puts in interstates Giving me a bad vibe I'm just a bad guy Throw yo' hands up in the air If ya know he love ya Tell the DJ play this song right here If ya know he love ya Let let let me see you 2 step If ya know he love ya It don't matter if you by yourself If ya know he love ya If ya know he love ya let me see you 2 step If ya know he love ya that it if you back step If ya know he love ya If that boy don't love you by now He will never ever never ever love you He will never ever never ever love you If that boy don't love you by now |
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from Ciara - Fantasy Ride (2009)
Young Jeezy Throw yo` hands up in the air If ya know he love ya Tell the DJ play this song right here If ya know he love ya Let, let, let, let me see you 2 steps If ya know he love ya It don`t matter if you by yourself If ya know he love ya Chorus : Ciara If that boy don`t love you by now He will never ever, never ever love you He will never ever, never ever love you Oh oh If that boy don`t love you by now He will never ever, never ever love you He will never ever, never ever love you Ciara I know you think that I just be trippin` on ya Boy you see, this ain`t how I normally be But I can`t help this jealousy Ooh it`s taking over me, ooh I`m falling way to deep Without you by my side I feel like I can`t eat or sleep But I got to come down to earth, I don`t wanna But I gotta let you go, but baby I dont wanna And I I gotta see, that you and me, ain`t meant to be That`s why I tell myself If that boy don`t love you by now He will never ever, never ever love you He will never ever, never ever love you Oh oh If that boy don`t love you by now He will never ever, never ever love you (He will never ever love you) He will never ever, never ever love you Baby, I can`t help but fantasize Wondering what it might be like You and I sound so right But I`mma let it go tonight, it ain`t nothin` Coverin` my eyes Ain`t gonna see it more than twice I get it, I got it Baby, baby Ciara ft Young Jeezy Lyrics - Never Ever But I got to come down to earth, I don`t wanna But I gotta let you go, but baby I dont wanna And I I gotta see, that you and me, ain`t meant to be That`s why I tell myself If that boy don`t love you by now He will never ever, never ever love you He will never ever, never ever love you If that boy don`t love you by now He will never ever, never ever love you He will never ever, never ever love you Young Jeezy Alright, alright, alright, okay... I see ya point, I must admit I grind, I grind, I grind all day This paper`s what I`m tryna get Now normally when I`m paper chasing, I be having tunnel vision And if it`s really like that lady, just turn on ya television And there go Young, I said there go Young, you trynna get it did Just know I gets it done, she love the I cheat She love the way I move, I sh, I show it to her Shows about 100, goon Its blacks this, black that Black car, black flags I really hope that`s money that ya`ll got off in them black bags 808`s & hearbreak, states who puts interstates Giving me a bad vibe, guess I`m just a bad guy Ciara Throw yo` hands up in the air (If ya know he love ya) Tell the DJ play this song right here (If ya know he love ya) Let, let, let, let me see you 2-step (If ya know he love ya) It don`t matter if you by yourself If ya know he love ya If ya know he love ya let me see you 2 steps If ya know he love ya It don`t matter if you by yourself If ya know he love ya Throw yo` hands up in the air Tell the DJ play this song right here |
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from Ciara - Fantasy Ride (Digital Deluxe non-iTunes) (2009)
Throw yo' hands up in the air
If ya know he love ya Tell the DJ play this song right here If ya know he love ya Let let let let me see you 2 step If ya know he love ya It don't matter if you by yourself If ya know he love ya If that boy don't love you by now He will never ever never ever love you He will never ever never ever love you If that boy don't love you by now He will never ever never ever love you He will never ever never ever love you I know you think that I just be trippin' on ya Boy you see this ain't how I normally be But I can't help this jealousy Ooh it's taking over me ooh I'm falling way to deep Without you by my side I feel like I can't eat or sleep But I got to come down earth I don't wanna But I gotta let you go but baby I dont wanna I gotta see that you and me ain't meant to be That's why I tell myself If that boy don't love you by now If that boy don't love you by now He will never ever never ever love you He will never ever never ever love you If that boy don't love you by now He will never ever never ever love you He will never ever never ever love you Baby I can't help but fantasize Wondering what it might be like You and I sound so right But I'mma let go tonight it ain't nothin' Coverin' my eyes Ain't gonna see it more than twice I get it I got it Baby baby But I got to come down earth I don't wanna But I gotta let you go but baby I dont wanna I gotta see that you and me ain't meant to be That's why I tell myself If that boy don't love you by now If that boy don't love you by now He will never ever never ever love you He will never ever never ever love you If that boy don't love you by now He will never ever never ever love you He will never ever never ever love you Alright alright alright okay I see ya point I must admit I grind I grind I grind all day This paper's what I'm trynna get Now normally when I'm paper chasing I be having tunnel vision And if it's really like that lady just turn on ya television And there go Young I said there go Young you trynna get it did Just know I gets it done she love way I cheat She love the way I move I she I show it to her Shows about 100 goon blacks this black that Black car black flags I really hope that's money that ya'll got off in them black bags 808's and hearbreak states who puts in interstates Giving me a bad vibe I'm just a bad guy Throw yo' hands up in the air If ya know he love ya Tell the DJ play this song right here If ya know he love ya Let let let me see you 2 step If ya know he love ya It don't matter if you by yourself If ya know he love ya If ya know he love ya let me see you 2 step If ya know he love ya that it if you back step If ya know he love ya If that boy don't love you by now He will never ever never ever love you He will never ever never ever love you If that boy don't love you by now |
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from Young Jeezy - TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition [Deluxe Edition] (2011)
20120112
slayers98 Big Bang Manuel Arm.. The Curse Bellman I Suppose Bellman 곡 200 | 담기 3 | 추천 1 |
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
Yeah Be The Realest Shit I Never Wrote
I Aint Write This Shit By The Way Nigga Some Real Shit Right Here Nigga This Will Be The Realest Shit You Ever Quote Lets Go My President Is Black My Lambo's Blue And I Be God Damn If My Rims Aint Too My Momma Aint At Home & Daddy Still In Jail Tryna Make A Plate Anybody Seen The Scale Lets Go My President Is Black My Lambo's Blue And I Be God Damn If My Rims Aint Too My Money's Light Green And My Jordans Light Grey And They Love To See White Now How Much You Tryna Pay Lets Go {Verse 1} Today Was A Good Day Hope I Have Me A Great Night I Dunno What You Fishin For Hope You Catch You A Great White Me I See Great White Heavy As Killer Whales I Cannot Believe This Who Knew It Came In Bails Who Knew It Came With Jail Who Knew It Came With Prison Jus Cuz You Got An Opinion Does That Make You A Politician Bush Robbed All Of Us Would That Make Him A Criminal & Den He Cheated In Florida Would Dat Make Him a Seminal I Say And I Quote We Need A Miracle And I Say A Miracle Cuz This Shit Is Histerical By My Nephews And Nieces I Will Email Jesus Tell Him Forward To Moses And CC Allah Mr. Soul Survivor Does That Make Me A Konvict Be All U Can Be Now Dont Dat Sound Like Some Dumb Shit When You Die Over Crude Oil As Black As My Nigga Boo It's Really A Desert Storm Thats Word To My Nigga Clue Catch Me In Las Vegas A.R. Arizona Rep For Them Real Niggaz Im Winnin In California Winnin In Tennessee Hands Down Atlanta Landslide Alabama On My Way To Sevana My President Is Black My Lambo's Blue And I Be God Damn If My Rims Aint Too My Momma Aint At Home & Daddy Still In Jail Tryna Make A Plate Anybody Seen The Scale Lets Go My President Is Black My Lambo's Blue And I Be God Damn If My Rims Aint Too My Money's Light Green And My Jordans Light Grey And They Love To See White Now How Much You Tryna Pay {Verse 2} I Said I Woke Up This Morning Headache THIS BIG Pay All These Damn Bills Feed All These Damn Kids Buy All These School Shoes Buy All These School Clothes For Some Strange Reason My Son Addicted To Polos Love Me Some Spinach Dip Im Addicted To Houston's And If The Numbers Is Right I Take A Trip Out To Houston A Earthquake Out In China A Hurricane In New Orleans Street Dreams Tour I Showed My Ass In New Orleans Did It For Soulja Slim Brought Out B.G. Its All Love Bun I'm Forgiving You Pimp C You Know How The Pimp Be That Nigga Go'n Speak His Mind If He Could Speak Down From Heaven He Tell Me Stay On My Grind Tell Him Im Doin Fine Obama For Mankind We Ready For Damn Change So Ya'll Let The Man Shine Stuntin On Martin Luther Feelin Just Like A King Guess Dis Is What He Meant When He Said Dat He Had A Dream My President Is Black My Lambo's Blue And I Be God Damn If My Rims Aint Too My Momma Aint At Home & Daddy Still In Jail Tryna Make A Plate Anybody Seen The Scale Lets Go My President Is Black My Lambo's Blue And I Be God Damn If My Rims Aint Too My Money's Light Green And My Jordans Light Grey And They Love To See White Now How Much You Tryna Pay {Nas} YeaH History Black History No President Ever Did Shit For Me Had To Hit The Streets Try To Flip Some Keys So A Nigga Wont Go Broke Then They Put Us In Jail Now A Nigga Cant Go Vote So I Spend Dough All These Hoes Is Trippin She Aint A Politician Honeys A Polotician My President Is Black Rolls Golden Charms 22 Inch Rims Like Hulk Hogans Arms When Thousands Of People Is Riled Up To See You That Can Arouse Ya Ego You Got Mouths To Feed So Gotta Stay True To Who You Are And Where You Came From Cuz At The Top Will Be The Same Place You Hang From No Matter How Big You Can Ever Be For Whatever Fee Or Publicity Never Lose Your Integrity For Years Theres Been Surprise Horses In This Stable Just Two Albums In I'm The Realest Nigga On This Label Mr Black President Yeah Obama Fa Real They Gotta Put Ya Face On The $5000 Dollar Bill My President Is Black My Lambo's Blue And I Be God Damn If My Rims Aint Too My Momma Aint At Home & Daddy Still In Jail Tryna Make A Plate Anybody Seen The Scale Lets Go My President Is Black My Lambo's Blue And I Be God Damn If My Rims Aint Too My Money's Light Green And My Jordans Light Grey And They Love To See White Now How Much You Tryna Pay (Outro} So Im Sittin Here Right Now Man (How Much You Tryna Pay) Its June 3rd Haha 2:08 Am Nigga I Wont Say Win Lose Or Draw Man We Congratulate You Already Homie See I Motivate The Thugs Right You Motivate Us Homie Thats What It Is This A Hands On Policy Ya'll Touchin Me Right Yeah 1st Black President Win Lose Or Draw Nigga Haha Matta Fact You Know What It Is Man Shouts Out Jackie Robinson Booker T Washington Homie Oh Y'all Aint Think I Knew That Shit Sydney Portea What Dey Do My President Is Black I'm Important Too Though Lambos Blue I'm Was The First Nigga To Ride Through My Hood In A Lamborghini Yeah Haha |
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from Young Jeezy - Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 (2005)
[Chorus]
Every time I do it I do it for my hood Every time I do it I do it for my hood And every time I do it I do it for they hood And every time I do it I do it for yo hood And every time I do it I do it for they hood It's understood I do it for the hood The streets love jeezy and I love 'em back If I still had the work I getcha sack It's all gravy still reaching wit my words And make 'em feel good on the first and the third Take you back when I was sixteen wits a bankroll Posted on a corner like a light pole They used to call us track stars Before they even stopped we ran to dem cars And everybody on the block got the same agenda Hustle from the beginning of January til the end of December Wasn't smokin purple then it was more like bobby brown On that hen dog got a nigga drinking straight brown (7/11 nigga you know) You know 10 to 4 shake 'em up talk shit get my drink and let 'em go Even when I'm on the road the gangstas stay in touch Why you think they love me so much (ha ha!) [Chorus] I'm talking bout summertime cookouts and wintertime flights It ain't nothing we hearing shots all night Ford Taurus pulls up everybody run White boys jump out running wit they guns (5-0, 5-0) Ford Taurus leave everybody came back Hope dem boys didn't find my sack Real recognize real I suppose I guess that's why the gangstas be at all my shows Got the deal nothing changed but my clothes Still catch me in the jects fuckin' wit' dem hoes (projects!) Like coo-coo cal Lord I wish mad Lou could see me now Wish gold mouth was there wish mailman was free A lot of niggas crossing over dog no not me Plus I been in the commercials when I watch TV And everybody know I rep these streets faithfully [Chorus] Ford Taurus pull up everybody run White boys jump out running wit they guns Ford Taurus leave everybody came back Hope dem boyz didn't find my sack |
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| from Snoop Dogg 11집 - Doggumentary (2011) | |||||
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from Young Jeezy - The Inspiration / Explicit Version (2006)
(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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from Juelz Santana - What The Game's Been Missing! [Explicit Version] (2005)
<i>[Intro]</i>
Man, first I just wanna salute my soldiers Knahmean? We just trying to stay above water Feel me? I mean I speak for the Gs, the hustlers They understand me, knahmsayin? Shit Lock into this time and lock out (always) I mean ain't nothing promised to niggaz like us You know? <i>[Juelz Santana]</i> Just a, another day another dollar Now look what you got Another hater, another plotter Shit, you know the drill A brother pay, a brother holla Watch 'em, they creeping Another raid, another copper Aw man Another case, another lock-up What Another bail, know that cake better pop up Yup That's just day to day shit we go through And results of the day to day shits we go through Some niggaz day to day pitch, they local, and Some niggaz day to day bricks, they coastal, and Some niggaz day to day snitch, they vocal I don't honor them fools Them type of dudes get they tonsils removed I speak from the heart of the hood From the boarded up apartments with wood From the cracked down crack houses (yeah) To the burnt up black houses To fiends inside with that burnt up glass out And puffing weed makes my actions switch I'm at the window, with the pistol, like Malcolm Ain't that a bitch (man) And I'm paranoid, paranoid But still I got to get it, got to have it, make it happen boy <i>[Chorus]</i> Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take And may this song play all the way And if it skip a beat, hit repeat This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me And if it skip a beat, hit repeat This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me <i>[Juelz Santana]</i> Look now Another dead, another born Vice versa Another here, another gone Pay attention Another smile, another mourn Another funeral, another baby shower going on Get it, huh That's just life in the hood You earn scars, you earn stripes in the hood Huh, get it I live the life of a hustler No sleep all night for a hustler, buster And if your coke weak, cut it with Bo Peep sheep I swear fiends will chase that high for four weeks I'm still dealing with the day to day beef and Stress, hunger, patience The day to day basics Yep, shit that we go through, you know Shit Look at the shit that we go through, you know Niggaz come home, can't get jobs Niggaz getting money, acting like they can't get robbed And that don't mix <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Usher - Here I Stand (2008)
(T.I.)
I wanna see ya late night when the club stay hyped how ya dance on the floor make me wanna lay pipe(?) look so good, smell so nice how ya throw ya legs up in the air so high feel so good been there no lie cant break my bank dont care go try gotta watch and a bottle of patron on ice take one of these and begin your flight neva had so much fun in yo life help me help you get it in dont fight everything you like gettn done all night make DJ's play this song all night butt so round wanna touch that now owned my own club I shut that down just to watch you go up and down hit it from behind when you look back 'round give it to ya real cuz i love that sound you was a good girl you a nympho now hey try to keep up with the tempo now I beat that thang up then slow down hey pull your hair smack your rear baby chill just let go have no fear want you so bad im so sincere dont care who sees lets go get geared (Chorus) I wanna make love in this club 'ey (in this club 'ey in this club 'ey) I wanna make love in this club 'ey (in this club 'ey in this club 'ey) I wanna make love in this club 'ey (in this club 'ey in this club 'ey) I wanna make love in this club 'ey (in this club 'ey in this club 'ey) (Usher) (Listen) Got some friends rollin’ wit you baby then thats cool (thats cool, thats cool) You can leave em wit my niggaz let em know that I got you (got u, got u) If you didn’t know, you’re the only thing that’s on my mind (my mind, my mind) Cuz the way you staring miss you got me wantin to give it to you all night (hook) Lookin’ in your eyes while you on the other side I cant take it no more baby im comin for you You keep doin’ it on purpose whindin and workin’ it If we close our eyes it could be just me and you (Chorus) I wanna make love in this club 'ey (in this club 'ey in this club 'ey) I wanna make love in this club 'ey (in this club 'ey in this club 'ey) I wanna make love in this club 'ey (in this club 'ey in this club 'ey) I wanna make love in this club 'ey (in this club 'ey in this club 'ey) (Young Jeezy) I’m what you want, I’m what you need He got you trapped, I’ll set you free Sexually, mentally, physically, emotionally I’ll be like your medicine, you’ll take every dose of me It’s going down on isle 3. I’ll bag you like some groceries And every time you think about it you gon’ want some more of me Bout to hit the club, make a movie yeah rated R Pulled up like a trap star, thats if you had (in the car) Have you ever made love to a thug in the club with his sights on? 87 Jeans and a fresh pair of Nikes on On the couch, on the table, on the bar, or on the floor You can meet me in the bathroom yeah you know I’m tryna go (usher) Might as well give me a kiss, if we keep touchin like this i know you scared baby, They dont know what we doin Lets both get undressed right here, keep it up girl i swear, imma give it to you non stop and i dont care, who's watchin...watchin...watchin (watchin watchin...ohhhh...in this club, on the floor, baby's just makin love) (Chorus) I wanna make love in this club 'ey (in this club 'ey in this club 'ey) I wanna make love in this club 'ey (in this club 'ey in this club 'ey) (lovin in...lovin in this club. 'eyyy...yea...ey..ey..love...in the club..in the club, ur the one, can u freak me babe?) (ey) X7 (usher) in the back, on the side, in the front. ya ya ya ya |
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from Usher - Love In This Club (2008)
Gotta do it for the ladies and I gotta keep it hood
Where we at Polo (Ay) I see you Ryan ... you was right But we just gettin started You see you searching for somebody That`ll take you out and do you right Well come here baby and let daddy show you what it feel like You know all you gotta do is tell me what you sippin` on And I promise that I`m gonna keep it comin` all night long Lookin` in your eyes while you walk the other side And I think that shorty I`ve got a thing for you Doin` it on purpose winding and workin` it I can tell by the way you lookin` at me girl I wanna make love in this club (make love in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love in this club (in this club, in this club, in this club) You got some friends rollin` wit you baby then that`s cool You can leave them with my niggas let em know that I got you If you didn`t know, you`re the only thing that`s on my mind Cuz the way I`m staring miss you Got me wantin to give it to you all night Lookin` in your eyes while you walk the other side I can`t take it no more baby I`m coming for you You keep doin` it on purpose winding and working it If we close our eyes it could be just me and you I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love in this club (in this club, in this club) I`m what you want, I`m what you need He got you trapped, I`ll set you free Sexually, mentally, physically, emotionally I`ll be like your medicine, you`ll take every dose of me It`s going down on aisle 3, I`ll bag you like some groceries And every time you think about it You gon` want some more of me About to hit the club, make a movie yeah rated R Pulled up like a trap star, that`s if you have yo regular car You wanna make love to a thug in the club with his Sice on 87 jeans and a fresh pair of Nikes on On the couch, on the table, on the bar, or on the floor You can meet me in the bathroom yeah you know I`m trying go Tonight it`s ... If we keep touching like this I know you scared they don`t know what we doin Keep it up girl I swear I`ma give it to you none stop And I don`t care who`s watchin ......... I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) |
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from Usher - Here I Stand (2008)
Gotta do it for the ladies and I gotta keep it hood
Where we at Polo (Ay) I see you Ryan ... you was right But we just gettin started You see you searching for somebody That`ll take you out and do you right Well come here baby and let daddy show you what it feel like You know all you gotta do is tell me what you sippin` on And I promise that I`m gonna keep it comin` all night long Lookin` in your eyes while you walk the other side And I think that shorty I`ve got a thing for you Doin` it on purpose winding and workin` it I can tell by the way you lookin` at me girl I wanna make love in this club (make love in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love in this club (in this club, in this club, in this club) You got some friends rollin` wit you baby then that`s cool You can leave them with my niggas let em know that I got you If you didn`t know, you`re the only thing that`s on my mind Cuz the way I`m staring miss you Got me wantin to give it to you all night Lookin` in your eyes while you walk the other side I can`t take it no more baby I`m coming for you You keep doin` it on purpose winding and working it If we close our eyes it could be just me and you I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love in this club (in this club, in this club) I`m what you want, I`m what you need He got you trapped, I`ll set you free Sexually, mentally, physically, emotionally I`ll be like your medicine, you`ll take every dose of me It`s going down on aisle 3, I`ll bag you like some groceries And every time you think about it You gon` want some more of me About to hit the club, make a movie yeah rated R Pulled up like a trap star, that`s if you have yo regular car You wanna make love to a thug in the club with his Sice on 87 jeans and a fresh pair of Nikes on On the couch, on the table, on the bar, or on the floor You can meet me in the bathroom yeah you know I`m trying go Tonight it`s ... If we keep touching like this I know you scared they don`t know what we doin Keep it up girl I swear I`ma give it to you none stop And I don`t care who`s watchin ......... I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club) |
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 9 - Welcome To The South (2009)
This it right here homie!
7 8 7 haha! They told me to get my swag up! Blood raw is dat you? I dun see no other way Ahh Okay Bro Na wat im talkin bout (Chorus x2) The only thing bout me, kid i got swag The way I count it up and throw it in my louie bag Its in my louie bag, yea its in my louie bag Its in my louie bag, yea its in my louie bag (Blood Raw) One thing bout raw, raw got swag Raw hit da mall and I dont pop tags Raw stay clean, raw stay fresh You know those must be 87's in them jeans (i guesss) I Bought em in miami ship em hoes up to blue vault Musta had 20 chickenheads up in dat u-haul I move so smooth, cus them jack boys back track Half a quarter mill in da brown louie nap sack (Chorus x2) The only thing bout me, kid i got swag The way I count it up and throw it in my louie bag Its in my louie bag, yea its in my louie bag Its in my louie bag, yea its in my louie bag (Young Jeezy) Now dese sant pata, cost me alotta Pasta spegettii you can send em we ready Same color as ?????, countin da karate Make tha doors spin around and round house somebody Shoes by louie, sippin on louie Look I cant even lie all my bitches know im louie One thing about young, young swag wit it Da only nigga in da drought wit a 19 ticket, lets get it (Chorus x2) The only thing bout me, kid i got swag The way I count it up and throw it in my louie bag Its in my louie bag, yea its in my louie bag Its in my louie bag, yea its in my louie bag (Young Jeezy, Blood Raw) (Jeezy)One thing about young, young got swag (Raw)One thing about raw, raw got swag (Jeezy)Da one thing about me, yea i got swag (Raw)Da one thing about me, yea i got swag (Jeezy)Now lemme see it (Raw)Swag swag swag swag (Jeezy)Now lemme see it (Raw)swag swag swag swag (Jeezy)Now lemme see it (Raw)Swag swag swag swag (Jeezy)Now lemme see it (Raw)Swag swag swag swag HAHA!!!! |
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from Young Jeezy - TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition [Deluxe Edition] (2011)
Jeezy (speaking)
Let's get it shawty Oh this dat shit right here Wassup wassup (103) oh! (nigga 103) oh! Dey gon get crunk when dis shit drop in the club nigga Let's go!! Why yall trippin, I'm just fine 12:45, 'bout dat time Couldn't get it all week, time to unwind Drink like a tank, lose my mind This shit crazy, way to bad Rozay baby, waste 2 stackz Hottest thing in the lot, that there mine Can't spell sober, lost my mind I'm hearin voices in my head think I'm skitzafrantic I swear they sayin let's get it from anotha planet 36 a thousand times I'm doin summer saltz Do it right and you can leave ya whole summer off I'm out my mind, yea a nigga seein double yall Now tell me what's the chance of jizzle fuckin' both of yall She said as long as we can do it wit ya ice on If that's the case we might as well leave the lights on I'm out my mind, just blew a thousand swisher sweets In my black and orange charger, call it trick or treat It ain't nothin to a boss, my goons got goons How stupid dumb big, my rooms got rooms Why yall trippin, I'm just fine 12:45, bout that time Couldn't get it all week, time to unwind Drink like a tank, lose my mind This shit crazy, way to bad Rozay baby (ha), waste 2 stackz (Aye young dis me bruh bruh) hardest thing in the lot, that there mine (Hood affiliated baby) Can't spell sober, lost my mind Plies Guess wat my momma told me, she hate my patnas Guess why she hate em though, Cuz all of em robbin' Fuck da police, cuz all of em problems White girls fun, cuz all of em swallow Why I ain't fuck ha at the house, cuz the bitch hollered And where the pill man at, he need a blue dolphin Ol broke azz nigga, stop cock blockin Security, I need help cuz the bitch stalkin A half fuckin mill, that's what the whip cost me One-hundred dollaz, that's what the pussy cost me And when the nigga start hatin, that's when the nigga lost me Fantastico, that's what the hoez, that's what the hoes call me Why yall trippin, I'm just fine 12:45, bout dat time Couldn't get it it all week, time to unwind Drink like a tank, lose my mind This shit crazy, way to bad Rozay baby, waste 2 stackz Hardest thing in the lot, that there mine Can't spell sober, lost my mind Drop the top, no broad, got ha titties out Mention my name and bring da whole city out Doing what I do best, d-boy stuntin New car, old money, d-boy stuntin Step in cleaner then a new glock-40 Nick name in the A, strapped up shawty You know my nerves bad, trigger like a toothepick Line wrapped around the corner, boy too big G-Code, black shadez and my black chainz But if you wouldnt undastand, it's a black thing You kno we drink that rozay til we black out Wake up, drink some more, pass back out Why yall trippin, I'm just fine 12:45, bout that time Ain't done it all week, time to unwind Drink like a tank, lose my mind Dis shit crazy, way to bad Rozay baby, waste 2 stackz Hardest thing in the lot, that there mine Can't spell sober, lost my mind |
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from Young Jeezy - Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 (2005)
Trying to get Boston George and Diego money
And stack it all up like Lego money Played with them blocks call it Tetris Real talk a hundred carats in my necklace Look up in the sky and tell me what you see The clouds naw nigga not me I see opportunity i'm a opportunist Nigga you heard what I said i'm a opportunist Soft to hard white to green All these free agents you better build your team I commentate the game like John Madden Cause I played in the game like John Madden <i>[Chorus:]</i> The world is yours and everything in it it's out there get on your grind and get it "ay" Hands in the air, "sky's the limit nigga" hands in the air "yeah" The world is yours and every bitch in it It's out there get on your grind and get it "ay" Hands in the air, "sky's the limit nigga" hands in the air "jeah" You can do anything you put your mind to, put your grind to Forgetful ass nigga must I remind you Men do what the want boys do what they can And it ain't no secret i'm a grown ass man With my hands on the Bible and I solemnly swear Leave the mall with more shoes than I can possibly wear Niggas still hating but they can kiss my ass Still get a hard on when I count that cash I give em the squares he give me the bag I give em the squares he give me the cash And that's what the fuck a call an even exchange And if there's anything extra you can keep the change <i>[Chorus:]</i> The world is yours and everything in it it's out there get on your grind and get it "ay" Hands in the air, "sky's the limit nigga" hands in the air "yeah" The world is yours and every bitch in it It's out there get on your grind and get it "ay" Hands in the air, "sky's the limit nigga" hands in the air "jeah" Grind sundown till it comes up again Stay down till we come up again It's all in the game the ups the downs It's all in the game the O's the pounds The shit was all good just a week ago Whole click was eating good just a week ago It's all good nigga give us a month Thinking of a master plan while I smoke this blunt Went to Houston and back now everybody got coupes Put the word in the street that supply the troops I just call 'em how I see em, serve these niggas third person dog I ain't trying to see 'em <i>[Chorus:]</i> The world is yours and everything in it it's out there get on your grind and get it "ay" Hands in the air, "sky's the limit nigga" hands in the air "yeah" The world is yours and every bitch in it It's out there get on your grind and get it "ay" Hands in the air, "sky's the limit nigga" hands in the air "jeah" The world is yours and everything in it it's out there get on your grind and get it "ay" Hands in the air, "sky's the limit nigga" hands in the air "yeah" The world is yours and every bitch in it It's out there get on your grind and get it "ay" Hands in the air, "sky's the limit nigga" hands in the air "jeah" |
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from Young Jeezy - TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition [Deluxe Edition] (2011)
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