YOUNG JEEZY feat. Trick Daddy – This One’s For You

[TRICK DADDY]
Good evening ladies and gentleman
We like to thank yall for coming out tonight

[YOUNG JEEZY]
This ones for you for you for you for you for you

[YOUNG JEEZY - Chorus]
I’m blowin good yea I smoke it by tha zone
And when them niggas call I don’t pick up my phone
Niggas actin like broads make me pick up my tone
I had a lil time so I wrote a lil song
Yea this ones for you fuck niggas fuck niggas
Yea I’m talkinn bout them fuck niggas fuck niggas
Yea this ones for you fuck niggas fuck niggas
Yea I’m talkinn bout them fuck niggas fuck niggas
This ones for you

[YOUNG JEEZY]
I’m high southwest jizzle when your flight land
I don’t know bitch I might fly to england
Hit tha highway with tha change yea tha change man
I done it my way with them thangs change tha game plan
Had these niggas tellin lies they just sound true
Nigga if you had it like that nigga I would of found you
I’m tryin to cash out a hunned lemme get a buck
Must of been just like you nigga fake as fuck
Getem home and they probably all sheet rock
They sellin bullshit fuckinn up tha street stock
You livinn mine and yours that’s a double dip
That synthetic ass shit we call it double whip
And nigga nuthinn beat tha cross but tha double cross
I ran tha streets and rap bitch ima double boss
Tha nigga cashed out once I sent tha double off
They knocked em off half way I took a double loss

[YOUNG JEEZY - Chorus]

[TRICK DADDY]
Lets put these niggas on tha stand
Now stand up and be a man
Raise your hand and swear you were ma number one fan
And I’m still that same nigga you still that same nigga
But at tha same time I’m startinn to get bad vibes
What I owe you sumthinn nigga thats what you act like
Ain’t like them other niggas boy you better act right
Tha first two years of your deal ride ya traininn wheels
And then you graduated and lived how real niggas lived
And I ain’t dissin naw I ain’t dissin
But when you sit back an listen
This what tha rap game is missin
I’m used to thug niggas
Its to many young niggas with
Too much liquor too many drugs in em
Too many cliqs too much swag now
Too many niggas swearinn tight shirts and skinnys
Walked around with they ass out
Yall better cash out
Gone put yo cash up
Cause I’m all in if I don’t win
Nigga ima mask up

[YOUNG JEEZY - Chorus]

[YOUNG JEEZY]
Hardest part of life niggas cant play they role
Errbody wanna ride tha train but don’t wanna pay tha toll
Keep it going young boy you on a roll
Hoe nigga magazine you tha center fold
U can check tha resume nigga I’m good as gold
Lawn chair ass niggas all they do is fold
Nigga you talkin with emotion you emotional
U might can get a lil light feelin promotional
Tell me what you see when you lookin ina mirror
Look at this hoeass nigga I couldn’t said it clearer
And you tha same nigga started up this jewelry game
And when you see him nowaday that nigga jewelry lame
Ain’t got it by now nigga you ain’t got it
And nigga why you talkin like that cause bitch you ain’t bout it
And nigga how you doin now worst than before
And bitch we winning over here I’m be keeping score

[YOUNG JEEZY - Chorus]

YOUNG JEEZY feat. Scrilla – I Ball I Stunt

Look I ball, I stunt,
(Yeah)
I ball, I stunt,
(Yo Scrilla)
I ball, I stunt,
I can have any bitch I want
(Call me killer)

Look I ball, I stunt,
(I’m ’bout to kill this shit nigga)
I ball, I stunt,
(Yeah…)
I ball, I stunt,
(Let’s go)
I can have any bitch I want
(Yeah)

[Chorus: Scrilla]
Look I ball, I stunt,
I can have any bitch I want
I can buy everything I need
Blowin this money like they grow on trees
You and ya gang ain’t grindin these streets
We all got straps we [?] be
Better check your home ‘fore you come check me
You think shit sweet we gon’ pull out the heat
It ain’t no fye
When you pull out the fye
We gon’ pull out the fye
If you try
We gon’ pull out the fye
Talk shit nigga yous out
Cuz we gon’ rise
We gon’ pull out the fye
We gon’ pull out the fye
And if you try
We gon’ pull out the fye
Talk shit nigga you die
Because

I Ball, I stunt,
I can have any bitch I want,
I can buy everything I need
Blowin this money like they grow on trees
You and ya gang ain’t grindin these streets
We all got straps we [?] be
Better check your home ‘fore you come check me
You think shit sweet we gon’ pull out the heat

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
I ball (I ball), I stunt (I stunt),
I’m still that nigga don’t frunt (don’t frunt)
White folks don’t [?] stop front (stop front)
I can buy every brick I want (Yeeh)
I got my niggas and they both see the bag
So much strap money spend like crack
So much strap money feel like a trap
God damn y’all we don’t know it like that
I ball, I stunt,
I can have any bitch I want
She gon’ give me any bitch I need
Hoe my pistol even on my waist
All those stompas make me sick
Blocks on blocks that’s how I got rich
Racks on racks ’till they get on my nerves
When I’m blowing death start counting up the birds
Eyes don’t fly they got no wings
Two flo blind looking like it need wings
Look at your nigga like he gettin that cream
Look at your nigga like he gettin ‘em things
Big boy paper on deck I mean
Big boy the topaz on deck, kno what meen?
Shit sound good fuck nigga won’t try
He already know pullin out that fye

[Chorus: Scrilla]
Look I ball, I stunt,
I can have any bitch I want
I can buy everything I need
Blowin this money like they grow on trees
You and ya gang ain’t grindin these streets
We all got straps we [?] be
Better check your home ‘fore you come check me
You think shit sweet we gon’ pull out the heat
It ain’t no fye
When you pull out the fye
We gon’ pull out the fye
If you try
We gon’ pull out the fye
Talk shit nigga yous out
Cuz we gon’ rise
We gon’ pull out the fye
We gon’ pull out the fye
And if you try
We gon’ pull out the fye
Talk shit nigga you die
Because
I Ball, I stunt,
I can have any bitch I want,
I can buy everything I need
Blowin this money like they grow on trees
You and ya gang ain’t grindin these streets
We all got straps we [?] be
Better check your home ‘fore you come check me
You think shit sweet we gon’ pull out the heat

[Verse 2: Scrilla]
I’m stuntin your hoe she rushed nigga
We all got heat like boss nigga
We blow money fast like Ross nigga
All lame ass niggas get lost nigga
We ball all night so often nigga
Don’t give a damn about cops nigga
I’m sending them [?] I’m lost nigga
Don’t take no shit I jaw nigga
Don’t fuck on my face on flo nigga
Better learn how to talk to a boss nigga
Got a whole bunch of niggas that would deal with ya
I don’t need no aim, I’mma still hit ya
Good 50 on the cane, make a nigga day
Eachother go dum like I’m [?]
No lie game Obama’s little brief
We go on all the goons give ‘em all Rozay
Rollin’ up kush we gon’ blow all day
Quickly check the home better know your pain
Money in my pocket, money in the stage
And when we hit the club we throw in money and the fame
The bank just cassed it, the check just get
Standing on the couch with me and my litter
Don’t lie the game we all been here
And everybody know that [?]

[Chorus: Scrilla]
Look I ball, I stunt,
I can have any bitch I want
I can buy everything I need
Blowin this money like they grow on trees
You and ya gang ain’t grindin these streets
We all got straps we [?] be
Better check your home ‘fore you come check me
You think shit sweet we gon’ pull out the heat
It ain’t no fye
When you pull out the fye
We gon’ pull out the fye
If you try
We gon’ pull out the fye
Talk shit nigga yous out
Cuz we gon’ rise
We gon’ pull out the fye
We gon’ pull out the fye
And if you try
We gon’ pull out the fye
Talk shit nigga you die
Because
I Ball, I stunt,
I can have any bitch I want,
I can buy everything I need
Blowin this money like they grow on trees
You and ya gang ain’t grindin these streets
We all got straps we [?] be
Better check your home ‘fore you come check me
You think shit sweet we gon’ pull out the heat

[Outro x2: Scrilla]
Look I ball, I stunt,
I ball, I stunt,
I ball, I stunt,
I can have any bitch I want

YOUNG JEEZY feat. Scrilla Freddie Gibbs – Sittin Low

Bitch I know I’m the shit, that’s why I’m driving slow
I’m high as I’m a get, bitch I’m still blowing dro
Look at me what you see, you know I’m getting dough
See me I’m sittin low, on forgiato’s hoe, on forgiato’s hoe,
When you see me I’m sittin low, on forgiato’s hoe, on forgiato’s hoe, on forgiato’s hoe,
When you see me I’m getting dough, on forgiato’s hoe,

Look at them chopping blades, you see them blades chopping
Keep killing them folk boy, and you gon need johnny cochran
Check out my new wrist watch, the one that got johnny watchin
Used to see when I wave, it look like johnny talking
I’m guilty as stuntin hard, think I need Oj lawyer that white broad goes awful hard, we call that there oj order
My whips clean as mama dishes and I had to order those
Pull up with so many bitches, you’ll think that I order hos
They know I’m never slipping, splittin’ them splitarellos
2 door is turtle green, I call that bitch Donatello my roof on the milk carton, I had to report it missin’
Think my tires love my wheels, don’t it look like them bitches kissin

Bitch I know I’m the shit, that’s why I’m driving slow
I’m high as I’m a get, bitch I’m still blowing dro
Look at me what you see, you know I’m getting dough
See me I’m sittin low, on forgiato’s hoe, on forgiato’s hoe,
When you see me I’m sittin low, on forgiato’s hoe, on forgiato’s hoe, on forgiato’s hoe
When you see me I’m getting dough, on forgiato’s hoe,

When you see me I’m getting dough,
I’m fresh from my head to toe.
My autos be sitting clean,
They on forgiatos, hoe.
Drop the top, ridin through the fo’… with the strap in my lap.
If a nigga get wrong, he gon’ get that,
Like a mouse, make him feel it like a bitch slap.
Lil niggas ’round here tote big straps,
Hit the mall, buy it all, blow big stacks.
I ain’t trippin’ on your broad cause I got hoes,
Louie’d up, True’y down, bitch, I got clothes.
Stop hatin’ on me, that’s what the watch fo’,
Niggas plottin’ on my life, I got the glock fo’,
Hit the bitch all black like ocho… cinco,
Real niggas don’t kinko.
Bullets hit him in his head from the peephole,
He gon’ take a free shot like a free throw.
I’m a try this mayne bitch like a freak hoe,
I ain’t part of psc, but I keep dro.
And my diamonds all white like a kilo,
I done came a long way from a zero.
Zone four what I rep, fo’ be ho,
Stampt Road, Campbellton, North DeLo… Les’ go.

Bitch I know I’m the shit, that’s why I’m driving slow
I’m high as I’m a get, bitch I’m still blowing dro
Look at me what you see, you know I’m getting dough
See me I’m sittin low, on forgiato’s hoe, on forgiato’s hoe,
When you see me I’m sittin low, on forgiato’s hoe, on forgiato’s hoe, on for-giato’s hoe
When you see me I’m getting dough, on forgiato’s hoe,

Money folder, highest over, grind on overload
And my ol’ lady say, she can never tell what’s on my mind all she know, I’m blowed
All she wanna know is how much yo I sold, but a nigga tricked off and blowed it doe
When I need a freak for the week, so I hit South Beach, laid up with some Florida hos
Got a bitch suckin cock I’m on ‘cotin, least a hundred fifty shots but I’m riding,
Pull up in the Fountain Blue, see what her mouth can do but when I catch a nut then I’m slidin
Nigga got a stable full of bad muthafuckas, ice-cold cup of that Chad Butler what I say awake, I gotta make it shake and shine hard, grind hard ’til the last clucker
All my niggas done earned stripes, broads be on our balls cause we serve white
Dawg, I make a call to niggas behind the wall, hitt’em up give a fuck about a third strike, bitch
If you lookin’ for that fire, fire shit, hit the back phone I got’em doe
Parking lot pimpin’ and ridin’ slow and I’m on forgiato’s ho (yeaah).

Bitch I know I’m the shit, that’s why I’m driving slow
I’m high as I’m a get, bitch I’m still blowing dro
Look at me what you see, you know I’m getting dough
See me I’m sittin low, on forgiato’s hoe, on forgiato’s hoe,
When you see me I’m sittin low, on forgiato’s hoe, on forgiato’s hoe, on for-giato’s hoe
When you see me I’m getting dough, on forgiato’s hoe

YOUNG JEEZY feat. Snoop Dogg, Devin the Dude & Mitchelle’l – Higher Learning

[Hook x2]
I need some weed now
Somebody call the weed man
I’m tryna get high

[Young Jeezy]
Woke up in the fits [?], damn sun in my face
Racks on my jeans, gun still on my waist
And I ain’t leaving shit in my cup, that’s such a waste
You know I’m sipping on that straight like that “oh, what a a taste!”
Tip the valet 100 dollars to stunt
Pulled up in that mean machine, leave it up front
This passed out thing beside me, I barely know her
But you can just imagine the shit I’m ’bout to show her
Snow way, them streets too cold
Expectations out of this world, I’m thinking solar
That’s why I do it for that Kalamazoo
And then NOLA, cause that’s what happens
When you learn to mix it with that soda

[Hook x2]
I need some weed now
Somebody call the weed man
I’m tryna get high

[Snoop Dogg]
I wake up just to bake up, get my cake up and rise up
Motivating factors that I’m liver than most
I boast and bang, pour some pain in that thing
Put some purple rain on your brain, unravel the flame
Maintain my fame, get you new pictures
Just to put in your frame
We in the hood blowing kush with The Game
Foot in the cane, walking just like I’m an Indian chief
With no beef, real brief, with a wreath
You may think it’s a leaf!
With the residue stuck deep down in your teeth
When you smoking with the dogg, shit, you might not eat!
It’s ok, cause we lay, in the cut, on the hill, on the dip
With a fit on Crip, don’t trip

[Hook x2]
I need some weed now
Somebody call the weed man
I’m tryna get high

[Devin The Dude]
The coffee that I had, it was good to the last drop
But now I’m fresh out and you know it don’t… stop
So please man, somebody call the weed man
I’d call mine, but he’s been low on herb even
I’m fiending, daydreaming of the times when I had
Much mota, many different kinds in the bag
I fell hard for the funk, I can’t fake the love
I smoke dro, good Reggie, smoke shake to nugs
If it’s weed, then I’m with it
You got a paper? Then twist it? Got a bowl? Fill it?
Got a blunt?
Let me split it down the gut
But shit for what? Cause ain’t no green on the scene
Man, what the fuck?

[Hook x2]
I need some weed now
Somebody call the weed man
I’m tryna get high

YOUNG JEEZY feat. Lil Wayne – Ballin’

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

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

[Young Jeezy - Verse 1]
Hopped up out the bed, I think my roof gone
Think I forgot to put my roof on
Said “fuck it, buy another car”
Hopped out the Lamb’
Said “fuck it, bought another car”
I bought the Phantom just to say it’s black
I bought the Phantom just to take a nap
I’m getting head in the backseat
I might stop and stand it tall like a athlete
I’m ballin’ hard, I need a jersey on
So much bread on me, I can buy a Jersey home
I’m on them Diddy’s, spendin’ Dirty Money
I’m on that Jizzle, spendin’ my money

[Young Jeezy - Hook]

[Young Jeezy - Verse 2]
Still ballin’ like a muthafucker, tell ‘em that
Three platinum chains to match my platinum plaques
Ain’t got nuttin’ gold but some gold chains
Say “Jizzle, what’s the dough?”
Move the whole thang
My celly bumpin’ like a chat line
He bought a 500, need he, need a halftime
If yo job ain’t ballin’ hard, then you need to quit
You need a A T hard, then you need to split
Summer’s mine, winter too
I’m poppin’ bottles in the club, that’s what winners do
They claiming bitches, them my old hoes
They claim they ballin’ in my old flows

[Young Jeezy - Hook]

[Lil Wayne]
These hoes call me Tunechi baby
Niggas think they seeing me, they hallucinating
Bitch, I’m ballin’, ballin’ like a muthafucker
12 gauge, bitch, I got a dozen of them
Nigga broke, acting like he got it though
I’m with a Spanish bitch, if she ain’t fucking, adios!
So many cars I’m like eenie meenie minie moe
So many colours in the diamonds, Kaleidoscope
Last year I made a hundred million dollars flat
Run in ya house, and get to poppin’ at your shower cap
My homies got them firebirds like Pontiac
And if them bitches don’t sell, we buy em back
Where the strippers, tell em Tune on his way
Tell them niggas I’m strapped like lingerie
I ain’t trippin, I’m ballin, call me NBA
I-I ain’t trippin, I’m ballin, call me NBA

[Young Jeezy - Chorus x2]
You think you’re ballin cause you got a block?
He think he ballin cause he got a block?
You know these hoes came to see me ball
You know these hoes love to see me ball

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

YOUNG JEEZY feat. Ne-Yo – Leave You Alone

[Hook: Ne-Yo]
Yeah
She said you ain’t no good but you feel so good
She said I would if I could but I gotta leave you alone
(She said) I gotta leave you alone I-I-I-I
She said I know you bad, but I want you back
She said makes me so sad that I gotta leave you alone
(She said) I gotta leave you alone

[Verse 1:]
I got my mind on my money
All I need’s a bad bitch
That I can run through the city spend this cash with
That I can run through this city spend this cash on
Wake up in the morning get my smash on
I want more much baby egg whites
Keep your stomach, inner thighs, and your legs right
While I’m out here focus getting this bread right
But if the head right, Jeezy there every night
Wake up in the morning and I’m still here
Wake up in the morning and I ain’t gone
All I ask, let me just do me
And maybe just me and you can get along
Had them other bitches mad when they seen us
Had to match our Rolex’s baby team us
Yeah the earth is our turf we can share the world
Maybe even go half on a baby girl

[Hook: Ne-Yo]
She said you ain’t no good but you feel so good
She said I would if I could but I gotta leave you alone
(She said) I gotta leave you alone I-I-I-I
She said I know you bad, but I want you back
She said makes me so sad that I gotta leave you alone
I gotta leave you alone

[Verse 2:]
Let me be your mind reader, let me read your mind
And when I’m done with the front, hit it from behind
Love a loyalty never cross the line
Just hit a nigga up when I cross your mind
Show you how to get you on you won’t be watching mine
Put you up on G show you how to shine
And maybe we can kick it when I got the time
Be my backbone every nigga need a spine
Gotta know you ride with me if I’m right or wrong
Case I wake up in the morning and it’s all gone
Best believe I’ma get it right back
That’s the hustler in me I know you like that
You probably think I’m with a different broad every night
When I think about it shit man you’re probably right
The more I think about it shit you’re probably wrong
Cause what you didn’t think about is that I’m probably grown

[Hook: Ne-Yo]
She said you ain’t no good but you feel so good
She said I would if I could but I gotta leave you alone
(She said) I gotta leave you alone I-I-I-I
She said I know you bad, but I want you back
She said makes me so sad that I gotta leave you alone
I gotta leave you alone

[Verse 3: Ne-Yo]
She said she wish she never met me
Cause she just can’t help but let me go ahead
And do whatever the hell I want
She said she hate how much she need me
Turn around, and say she don’t need me
Always talking about she gonna leave me
But she don’t
But maybe this time I’ll be different
Cause she shed so many tears
She’ll remind me all the dumb shit that I’ve done over the years
But she don’t be tripping in the moments I got her legs up by her ears
But as soon as we get done, I swear this is all I hear, yeah

[Hook: Ne-Yo]
She said you ain’t no good but you feel so good
She said I would if I could but I gotta leave you alone
(She said) I gotta leave you alone I-I-I-I
She said I know you bad, but I want you back
She said makes me so sad that I gotta leave you alone
(She said) I gotta leave you alone

YOUNG JEEZY feat. Jadakiss & Fabolous – OJ

[Young Jeezy - Hook]
What you know about champagne every night
Bad bitches everywhere, Barry White
Hit the things, I could bury white
Countin’ up a million dollars every night
Hit the mall blow up
Kinda hard when you’re sleeping on Dolce
Wake up drinkin Rose
Killin’ that white bitch, OJ

[Young Jeezy - Verse 1]
Smokin that exotic, riding that foreign
million dollar round trip, I ain’t talkin bout touring
Yeah, countin’ money til ya boring
Man fuck that shit (jizzle where you goin?)
Flat screens on the walls, nigga iMacs
Michael Turners on decks, nigga half backs
Dirty white bitch, yeah that kat stacks
We don’t sleep round here, we take cat naps
Wesley Snipes, mothafucka its the money train
Swear the work came faster than the money came
Sometimes the money be faster than the cars is
Feds ain’t watching and then them broads is
Could end anyday and you know better
Now you watch the frito lay, yeah you know cheddar
Double bags at the spot, luggage in the place
Louie V on deck, luggage on my waist

[Young Jeezy - Hook]

[Fabolous - Verse 2]
I woke up sayin’ I ain’t drinking no more
Same night in the spot drinkin’ Coco
Loso, bad bitch think she know so
Got a man cuffin’, nigga think he popo
She tryna go below the belt, thinkin’ low blow
I’m thinking oh yeah, he thinkin’ oh no
I’m on my high horse, thinking Polo
Got the 9 on me so I think I’m Romo
Uh, I’m about that life
Bring you in the game, let you meet my wife
Married to the, asking am I gettin cheddar now
They say I do, like a wedding vow
That AirTran we flying for cheap
And you niggas sleepin’ on me, hope you die in your sleep
OJ, yeah probably don’t get it
I’m the best that ever did it and got away with it

[Hook]

[Jadakiss - Verse 2]
Italian money and everything with ‘em
Gloves don’t fit ‘em so they gotta acquit him
Ain’t nobody seen it, but everybody heard it
The whole town hatin’, they waitin’ on a verdict
Tell ‘em niggas pop off, I’m waitin on a drop off
I ain’t leaving the block til I knock the box off
Yeah taking care of the whole fam
Bought the Porsche gave the M to my old man
More money more problems
More grams, more real estate, more land
At fight night I be ringside
I let them things fly, just put 1.5 under my kingsize
I look at the world through a kings eyes
I was born to spit bars and sling pies
I ain’t wealthy yet but I’m quite rich
I just gotta keep killin’ that white bitch

[Hook]

YOUNG JEEZY feat. Jill Scott – Trapped

It’s a trap!

[Jill Scott]
Yo, they still be grindin’, and runnin’
Tryin’ to get into somethin’ or nothin’
I remember them days, when the block got hot, bullets flyin’ for the what
It was, like, you ain’t, really give a fuck
I’m a sister, mother, I’m your daughter, I’m your lover and I’m
Right here, and I’m sayin’ that it’s wack sauce
Everything that you do tryna be the boss
You ain’t really really doin’ it, (nah)
I mean honestly pursuin’ it
Ca-cause, if you did you wouldn’t be murdering, (your own people like)
Oh ya see, it’s a trap, (it’s a trap, that’s what it’s called by the way)
It’s a trap

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
It’s a trap night nigga, here we go again
Jill left the door wide open, so I’m goin’ in, (let’s go)
Through a bedroom I could see my momma tears, (tears)
All I smell is Hennessy mixed with my momma fears, (yeah)
Please momma don’t cry, you know I hate cryin’, (cryin’)
I try my best not to die, you know I hate dyin’, (yeah)
Three eighty for my thirteenth birthday, (birthday)
I promised her I wouldn’t let you motherfuckers hurt me, (yeah)
So y’all get back, Jeezy got a automatic
Every time I turn the TV on a nigga seein’ static, (damn)
Guess they forgot to pay them cable folks
Them niggas in my first class got them cable jokes, (haha)
Open up the frigerator see some old milk
Shit been sittin’ so long look like some old silk, (damn)
I’ve been cursed since the day this earth birthed me
I’ve been cursed since the day my mother birthed me, (yeah)
And how did I get here in the first place
Oh that’s right, see the trap is my birthplace (haha, young)

[Hook: Jill Scott]
Said that I know you’ve been trapped, (trapped)
Like you wanna move on, but they hold you back
To face consequences, of what you did on some bullshit (yeah, wassup)
Said that I know you’ve been trapped, (trapped)
Like you wanna move on, but they hold you back, (ain’t no way out)
To face consequences, of what you did on some bullshit
(What you know bout this homie, trap life, let’s go)

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
Even though we had a will, we ain’t have a way, (way)
They just told us how to live, we ain’t have a say, (say)
All I know is the other side got some cuffs for ya, (for ya)
Fresh khaki suit, nigga that’s enough for ya, (yeah)
Got ya spendin’ all ya money on lawyer fees, (fees)
Judge throwin’ numbers at you like he speakin’ Japanese, (oo-wahh)
All cause a nigga out here playin’ bakery, (bakery)
I’m out here tryna get this bread, somebody pray for me, (haha)
I’m always on the block so I rarely go to church, (church)
Didn’t wanna hear it from the preacher, cause the truth hurts
And right now I’m so high, I should be scared of heights, (heights)
A Town nigga I be on that kryptonite, (yeah)
I got deadlines nigga no bedtime, (time)
The only thing promised to ya is some fed time, (time)
And how did I get here in the first place
Oh that’s right, see the trap was my birthplace (haha, Young)

[Jill Scott]
You ain’t really really doin’ it, (nah)
I mean honestly pursuin’ it, (not at all)
Ca-cause, if you did you wouldn’t be murdering, (your people like)
Oh ya see, it’s a trap, (it’s a trap y’all)
It’s a trap (this the trap life, welcome to it, yeah, let’s go)

[Hook: Jill Scott]
Said that I know you’ve been trapped, (trapped)
Like you wanna move on, but they hold you back
To face consequences, of what you did on some bullshit (yeah, wassup)
Said that I know you’ve been trapped, (trapped)
Like you wanna move on, but they hold you back, (ain’t no way out)
To face consequences, of what you did on some bullshit
(What you know bout this homie, trap life, let’s go)

[Outro: Young Jeezy]
Trap or cry nigga till the day I mothafuckin’ die nigga
Till you put me in that mothafuckin’ couch and you put that dirt on me homie
Goin, ain’t no way out
It’s death or jail nigga
I’m there
Count me in
Trap life

YOUNG JEEZY feat. Freddie Gibbs – Run DMC

[Hook:]
Run DMC, Run DMC
If I’m riding low-key I got that D on me
And nigga we don’t care
Cause nigga life ain’t fair
They go for 30 a piece
We sell them hoes by the pair
(Snow! Snow! Snow!)

[Verse 1 - Freddie Gibbs:]
Stay on the creep
So how you gonna stick up the stick-up man?
.357 to the tooth, bitch, I hope you picked up a dental plan
Got that ocho cinco, 5 for 250 grams
Throw that heron straight from New York in my nigga’s minivan
Excuse me Mr. Officer, I’ve been thinking about popping ya
So you better not search this car
I’m so hot I’m off the thermometer
Fuck the Feds, I promise ya
I won’t go back to jail
Seem like every time a nigga try to make a sale
These bitches go back and tell. This shit is
Fresh off the scale
White bitch, them bricks in the M3
When I’m done breaking down this dope
I’mma beat that shit like an MP
They wanna murk me for $10G
That shit don’t offend me
Nigga I had stripes before this rap shit
I run D and I MC

[Hook:]
Run DMC, Run DMC
If I’m riding low-key I got that D on me
And nigga we don’t care
Cause nigga life ain’t fair
They go for 30 a piece
We sell them hoes by the pair
{Snow! Snow! Snow!)

[Verse 2 - Young Jeezy:]
I don’t even use the door, I just pull in the garage
Tony Montana shit, look like a mirage
Put the yay on the counter , bout to give it a massage
I whip them bitches two at a time – yeah, a menage
Car full of bags, lookin like I’ve been shopping
Vic across the street, I think that motherfucker’s watching
Oh well! Gotta eat – it’s where I cook at
It’s a cooking channel – give a nigga something to look at
If I’m riding all day, this what my neighbors just told me
6-8 for the nine, bitch my neighbors might owe me
Riding so dirty made the bird take a bath
But when it dried off it was a bird and a half

[Hook:]
Run DMC, Run DMC
If I’m riding low-key I got that D on me
And nigga we don’t care
Cause nigga life ain’t fair
They go for 30 a piece
We sell them hoes by the pair
{Snow! Snow! Snow!)

YOUNG JEEZY feat. Future – Way Too Gone

I’m way to gone, what the fuck I’m a doing
Wake up in the morning, who the fuck am I screwing?
My partner on brown and you know I’m on white
You know its going down, I can do this all night
Gotta get to the paper one time for the haters
Money over bitches two times for the fakers
Cause even in the dark, baby I’m a shine bright
I’m way too gone, the best night of my life

Yeah, I said g-g-g-go DJ
I see you got that Jizzle on replay
Just keep that Jizzle on repeat
It’s about the time everybody scream “free Meech!”
Let’s take ya bitch ass back to ’05
Close your eyes, take a rough nigga look, Atlanta lights
Club vision, PJ in my hand, I’m on the couch
Man this nigga Meech just blew a quarter mil, he bought a house
Man you niggas gonna lace up your sneaks, it’s time to ball
Presidential at the Swiss Hotel, making come alls.
Posted up, all black in the back, 100 deep
A hundred coupes posted up in the front, 200 seats
Man somebody call the IRS, too many lambos
Yea I’m talking bottles and blunts, all you can handle
Them other niggas fake, to them fallings where its at.
Man the real niggas do real things, let’s drink to that!

[Hook]
I’m way to gone, what the fuck I’m a doing
Wake up in the morning, who the fuck am I screwing?
My partner on brown and you know I’m on white
You know its going down, I can do this all night
Gotta get to the paper one time for the haters
Money over bitches two times for the fakers
Cause even in the dark, baby I’m a shine bright
I’m way too gone, the best night of my life

I said I’m gone! I’m going going gone!
Way this night is going, man I won’t make it home
I’m a wake up in the room, wake up with a hangover
What I spent last night I could bought a Range Rover
Got my Raybans on, yeah I see you haters
Keep doing what you doing, cause I need you haters
She said whats your cologne, said you can call it strong
If I had to name my money baby, I would call it long.

I said I’m way too gone, I don’t see nobody,
I ain’t even on the bill, I’m acting like it’s my party.
Feel like I’m on fire or just that hot,
If I smoke another blunt, yeah I swear I’m gonna die
You can call the weed man, tell him bring another zip
I know he just left, yeah he gotta make another trip
So hot in here feel like I’m going to faint
Even though I’m past my limit, still think I’m gonna drink

[Hook]

[Future]
I woke up early this morning,
Three white girls from the Pink Pony,
I’m blowing money fast, so caught up in the moment
One time for the bar, two times for my homies,
I’m a rock star in real life; I’m an astronaut outta sight.
Put Codeine in my Sprite, my wrist is full of ice
I don’t even know her name, she so caught in the hype.
Its ok baby, cuz I’m a millionaire for life,
I got bitches on my payroll, they coming back like white

I’m with Ethiopian, we in Vegas shootin’ dice
Got a girl at home, I know I’m wrong, it feels so right
On the first road, young I hope I wrote a sinch
We in the club for thugs, this must be heaven.

[Hook]

YOUNG JEEZY feat. Freddie Gibbs & Eminem – Talk 2 Me

[Jeezy]
I’m tired, I feel wired but yet I’m still inspired
To find somebody else for the job, tell me I’m fired
Really muthafuck what they say, I did my job yo
Hood nigga straight off the block, I beat the odds
Now you see a nigga, back to the wall
Now you exciting, now I’m done
Everything for you niggas but get indicted
Got niggas in the feds wishin I was still with ‘em
Death penalty, go throw ‘em in the ail with ‘em
Rather die int he hands of the judge then former friends
Man this shit is like an ongoing movie, it never ends
Same nigga say that they would, love you forever
Niggas get the forecast and change just like the weather
Got me feeling like a whole brick, cut with some pain
From winter days yeah, they start of sunny and then it rains
And even after all these years, it’s still storming
You couldn’t of told ‘em it wouldn’t be like this
You coulda warned ‘em

[Eminem]
Somebody better explain, why my ears are ringing so loud
Someone has got something to say, grow some balls and say it to my face
(Somebody talk to me) Ooooh Oh, Ooooh Oh
Somebody’s got a problem, I wanna know
Keep my name out ya muthafucking mouth
Somebody talk to me

[Freddie Gibbs]
Walking like I’m talking, play it like I see it
And I swear sometimes hear voices talking to me in my head
Some nights I slept for months, the living dead to get this bread
There’s two ways out this shit, a casket or the fucking fed
I rap cause one day I pray this might be my escape
Everyday I seal up these bags, seems like I’m sealing my fate
My momma worked at your gangsta, jumped off the porch out the gate
But I can’t let my momma bury me, thats some shit she can’t take
Most niggas hate when you come up and you doing something constructive
Police to the politician, my whole city corrupted
Wanna convict me for a couple transactions that I conducted
And my homeboys just might snitch under pressure
So muthafuck ‘em, it’s just me and my two nuts
And you can bet they gon hang
And bitch my resume gon’ check out til I check out the game
Sometimes that ski mask on my skull it took effect on my brain
And I still didn’t tell the shit, I’m sick of telling you man
Somebody talk to ‘em

[Eminem - Bridge]
Somebody talk to me
Somebody better explain, how my name’s ending up in your mouth
Somebody talk to me
Got 2 seconds to talk, I want some answers right the fuck now
Somebody talk to me
Cause if it’s me that you’re talkin’ about then I wanna know
Somebody talk to me
We almost past the point of being able to talk this shit out

[Eminem - Hook]
Somebody better explain, why my ears are ringing so loud
Someone’s got something to say, grow some balls and say it to my face

YOUNG JEEZY feat. Fabolous & Yo Gotti – Flexin’

Flexin, Flexin everyday I’m flexin
..Flexin was crime you gon’ have to come arrest me
They asked me what I’m doin, that’s a good question
Let you niggas know ..soon as I get done flexin
Flexin, flexin, all day I’m flexin
..Flexin was crime then somebody come arrest me
They asked me what I’m doin, that’s a good question
Let you niggas know soon as I get done flexin

[Young Jeezy - Verse 1:]
Young you stay killin em, bitch I gotta hit list,
On that murder 1 kush, bitch you gotta hit this
Jizzle in that 5.9.9. you can’t forget this
Don’t make me hop up out this pretty bitch & take a twitpic
Foreign bitch with me, yeah she take a big dick
Foreign M60, yeah it take a big clip
We understand the top, damn nigga where yo doors go
Bitch I’m on the moon what the fuck I need some doors fo
Shooters right behind me, yeah they in a escalade
You know how to find me, shooters in the escalade
Killers on payroll, bitch even my neck work
Left the house with all my chains on, look like my neck hurt

[Chorus]
Flexin, Flexin everyday I’m flexin
..Flexin was crime they gon’ have to come arrest me
They asked me what I’m doin, that’s a good question
Let you niggas know ..soon as I get done flexin
Flexin, flexin, all day I’m flexin
..Flexin was crime then somebody come arrest me
They asked me what I’m doin, that’s a good question
Let you niggas know soon as I get done flexin

[Fabolous - Verse 2:]
I’m Flexin, Flexin, ain’t moving a muscle though
Come through in some foerign shit, you checking it like customs hoe
American gangster chase them franks like Russell Crowe
Them benjamin franks in-case you lost or just don’t know
I got my bet on, that’s my black watch
& all I do is win my pockets look like jackpots

Check my calendar it say I’m flexin all summer
So your lucky day is when you get a call from us
We in & out them stores, they think we the mall runners
I never change, that’s why I carry all hundreds
I’m doing me & yo bitch is who I’m next to do
Other than the schedule is flexible (niceee)

[Chorus]
Flexin, Flexin everyday I’m flexin
..Flexin was crime they gon’ have to come arrest me
They asked me what I’m doin, that’s a good question
Let you niggas know ..soon as I get done flexin
Flexin, flexin, all day I’m flexin
..Flexin was crime then somebody come arrest me
They asked me what I’m doin, that’s a good question
Let you niggas know soon as I get done flexin

[Yo Gotti - Verse 3:]
I’m Flexin, (Flexinnnnnnn) lookin like a million bucks
Double story white house, that bitch a million plus
Look at my garage everything I ride a 100 up
If I ain’t the gangster of the year, I’m runner up
Flexin, flexin aston martin textin
911 porshe, quadruple doors, that bitch sexy
Straight cash shawty, motherfuck a credit card
See me in the club, lookin like a fed charge
Brick talk, dope boy shit, making money fly
Spot light, center of attention, I ain’t gotta try
Flexin, presidential rollie with the ice in it
Closet full of gucci shoes cost more than ya breitlin
I’M FLEXIN

[Chorus x3]
Flexin, Flexin everyday I’m flexin
..Flexin was crime they gon’ have to come arrest me
They asked me what I’m doin, that’s a good question
Let you niggas know ..soon as I get done flexin
Flexin, flexin, all day I’m flexin
..Flexin was crime then somebody come arrest me
They asked me what I’m doin, that’s a good question
Let you niggas know soon as I get done flexin

YOUNG JEEZY feat. Eminem – Never Be The Same

[Hook]
And I ain’t looking to the same, no more my nigga
You will never be the same no, more my nigga
I don’t wanna play the game, no more my nigga
You will never be the same, no more my nigga
Now look you’re the same, no more my nigga
You will never be the same, no more my nigga
I don’t wanna play the game, no more my nigga
You will never be the same, no more my nigga

[Verse 1]
And I say this is for the hustlaz and every nigga like that
Married to the game, I’m here to tell you though, wife dead
You can go to jail or go home, it’s your choice
Every nigga from the ghetto dream is the wrong choice
Countin’ dough on the top floor, bad bitch cooking
Head it from the back another bad bitch looking
Champagne dreams, Cadi, yeah I wishin’
Almost done with the game beggin’ up
What’s the distance and all the niggas seen is things
And broken dreams, broke niggas styles
And there’s triple Benz
If we’re dancing with the devil at least
Teach us how to dance when the son of making dollars
Is like we never had a chance

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
You niggas think you know, you have no fucking idea
Look at how I made it here, I have no fucking idea
See I started with a down rock flippin’ through a down spot
Heat it so hard then a nigga need a time clock
Nigga over time, over grind, yeah you know
You know me I’m tryna overshine
Yeah that’s brighter than the stars and the sky
And even brighter than them flakes in the pie
Luxury cars I lust them we can discuss them
Talking that convertible hard top shit and discussing
Pack a dubs for my niggas behind the wall’s sick gang
Got my dogs locked behind the wall’s sick gang

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I say now what they hittin’ for
Cause you know they sky high
Niggas do, bitches do what them numbers don’t lie
And forever do these words, real niggas do die
Even thing even birds a real nigga gonna try
The penitentiary ain’t never scared me
Either I’m goin’ or I ain’t, that’s just how it’s gonna be
They want top dollar and the shit getting stepped on
Got ‘em niggas feeling like he being slept on
Sleep is for the weak when the work ain’t cheap
Nah, so what’s sweet but you can’t be weak
They say what don’t kill us only makes us stronger
Until they build a better case so they can lock us up longer

[Hook]

YOUNG JEEZY feat. Fabolous – Rollin

[Hook:]
A nigga young, say they coming on a one-way
Wake em down, I be in town Monday
It’s for my niggas on the freeway
Riding dirty, let me take it easy
Everytime you see me on that 9-5 (rollin!)
22′s sitting on them shit’s boy!
Bad bitch on a steering wheel
A nigga just (rollin!)

Everytime you see me on the 7-5
We got them choppers in this bich, boy!
26′s and we sitting on high
A nigga just (rollin!)

[Verse 1 - Fabolous:]
It’s on y’all, I’m on y’all
That check come, we gon’ ball
Like wins work, like John Wall
You hate that shit, don’t y’all?
Real niggas, no cornballs
Pussy just a phone call
You stand this summer you gonna fall
I make it happen, I don’t stall
Bullshit: don’t try that
That full clip in my strap
That logo on my cap say “NY”
That’s my trap. Shout out to my hood
Too real to fake that. A BK nigga, I was
Brought up on “take that
Then flip that, then take that”
You got ass, then shake that
Them ones drop like Lees ho
Tell somebody rape that
Riding down that 95 on my way to 85
I’m rolling while my lady drives
An all-black Mercedes ride

[Hook]

(Rollin!) Everytime you see me on that 95
22′s sitting on them shit’s boy!
Bad bitch on a steering wheel just
A nigga just (rollin!)

[Verse 2 - Young Jeezy:]
I’m riding, I’m rolling, I’m holding
Stop hoping my cell phone
Stop smoking. Beep beep! Phone call
Nigga you joking
M.I., NY, A-Town, he’s Oakland
Just [?]
No words like Too Short
Vanilla cig Dutch Masters
I smoke them like Newports
Hood nigga in that Turbo
Naw we don’t do sports

YOUNG JEEZY feat. 2 Chainz – Slow Grind

[Hook]
Last night it was Kush and Ciroc: I was super geeked
Cash flowing, money flowing, yeah that’s a super week
Got em for the 26 5, now that’s super-cheap
Can’t you niggas tell? I’m just looking for a super-freak
Super-freak, super-freak, yeah you know I want a
Super-freak, super-freak, yeah you know I need a
Super-freak, super-freak, yeah you know I want a
Super-freak, super-freak, yeah you know I need a

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
What it do? What it is? What you working with?
Every time you see me on grind: stay on that working shit
All I ever want’s a bad bitch in a Chanel bag
Sweet niggas want her cause they know she got Chanel swag
Straight like that, yea I fuck with her the long way
Been bragging to my partners: I been talking about her all day
Pull up in that Super-coupe: you know them diamonds glistening
Too much money in the room, guess I hit her in the kitchen then
Get her to myself man, I ain’t hit that girl yet
Now that I got her to myself man, you know I’m tryna get that girl wet
Keep it one thousand with you: I really think I’m diggin’ her
Can’t hear nothing but the money so she might just think I’m big enough

[Hook]

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Rick James, super freak
She got that wet-wet: now that’s a superleak
Tell your baby daddy that he’s super weak
fucked your girl last night: it only took a week
2 Chainz chump! Cost 100 stacks
10,000 with my shirt off that’s 100 tax
OK I’m done with that, you can run with that, I’ma switch it up
This bitch I’m with is thick as fuck, I’m rich as fuck
Laying in the bed and I still got my semi tucked
Going online like “when they gonna make that Bentley truck??”
My bankroll make em pay attention
The white girl like it when I whip it, whip it

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]
She with me if I’m wrong or I’m right, yea she my type
Baby girl go and get the bread, she know what I like
Meet her at my low-key apartment, never at the house
Every time we got pulled over, never ran her mouth
fuck with real niggas, get money baby, on the chain
Long as baby stay getting money, how can I complain?
Favorite girl, guess she got the skills just to pay the bills
Last nigga she was fuckin’ with was worth a couple mil
Even when she going for the low, says she’s not a ho
Yeah you know that thing is super-wet: call it sloppy joe
Said she like it when I whip it fast then I whip it slow
Even though she got a lot of names, I just call her “blow”

[Hook]

YOUNG JEEZY feat. Alley Boy – Four

Shit, shit, four, four, four chain on four mo’,
44 with a four door
All how on four mo’
Shits going, put four mo’
Check money that 44
34 hundred get you a four, shit I’m talkin’ bout
Four, four, four chain on four mo’, 44 with a four door
All how on four’ mo’
Shits going, put four mo’
Check money that 44
34 hundred get you a four, shit I’m talkin’ bout

We so so, we skip cold, we flip cold
We took trips on big boats
I’m high as fuck, behind lopes
It ain’t no ending for the maker
Don’t loose em bad
shout out four, for the maker
We taking on plugs around my way it ain’t no rio
Everything popping nigga get snatched about they jacobs
Earrings and braclets, my young runts can taste it
When nate dogg[?] VL[?] and get home, we going ape shit
Pull up in a four do’, we four hoes in a four way
White branco behind me, four talkers know where they oj
Pull up on they side though, when we pull that side though
Niggas lettin em, ooohh, he letting them case go
I’m talking about a,,

Four, four, four chain on four mo’,
44 with a four door
All how on four mo’
Shits going, put four mo’
Check money that 44
34 hundred get you a four, shit I’m talkin’ bout
Four, four, four chain on four mo’, 44 with a four door

All how on four’ mo’
Shits going, put four mo’[?]
Check money that 44
34 hundred get you a four, shit im talkin’ bout

On the low low, on my benzos got four doors, got 4 holes
You know how I do, Ashanti, no mo mo
Chopper on front seat, on front street, I’m loco
Trying hear me pop you, you that sure?
I know so 2 for that snow lo
Four hundred that’s fosho
When they rapping about that your life[?]
Street nigga that’s for life
My jeans and my draws and that bag that four way
That white chick, that tan broad, that gaga, that no way
Four four that BP, you pull up in power 8
Only blew with the top off,
Red dawgs on that haterate
Middle of the block doing donuts, yeah bitch I show all
What he hittin for? That 3-4
yeah bitch that’s four soft

Four, four, four chain on four mo’,
44 with a four door
All how on four mo’
Shits going, put four mo’
Check money that 44
34 hundred get you a four, shit I’m talkin’ bout
four, four, four, chain on four mo’, 44 with a four door
All how on four mo’
Shits going, put four mo’
Check money that 44
34 hundred get you a four, shit I’m talkin’ bout

YOUNG JEEZY feat. Boo & Scrilla – Talk About It

Let’s talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them bitches
Let’s talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them bitches
Let’s talk bout doping these hoes, doping these hoes, doping these hoes
Nothing but doping them bitches
Let’s talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them bitches
Let’s talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them bitches
Let’s talk bout doping these hoes, doping these hoes, doping these hoes
Nothing but doping them bitches

I got this busy a dime, I told that girl you a block
The way that brick locking up
I say you must be a cop, hey get that light out my face
I said that must be my watch, you should see me at a store
That shit is something to watch, I said you fucking with slope
You know I put on a show she wanna give me some head
I said I take mine and go, he say he ain’t got my bread
I said I take mine and blow, nigga you heard what I said
I said I take mine and snow, so now she rolling with me
Me I got off a Scrilla, she spill that drink on my seats, yeah you know I’m a kill her
Ain’t talkin’ bout haters, ain’t talking bout snitches
What he talkin’ bout nigga? nothing but doping these bitches

Let’s talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them bitches
Let’s talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them bitches
Let’s talk bout doping these hoes, doping these hoes, doping these hoes
Nothing but doping them bitches
Let’s talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them bitches
Let’s talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them bitches
Let’s talk bout doping these hoes, doping these hoes, doping these hoes
Nothing but doping them bitches

Bitch I talk about dough, I’m under the scope
Got the bitch with the pills, got the hoe with the coke
Got the bitch with the gas, got a hoe with the bags
Got a couple stripper bitches that be shakin that ass
Got a hoe with the whoa that be bussing the clow
And I don’t know her name but I got her from snow
Got a bitch on the low another hoe on the cater
Say she playing Miami but now we fucking in Vegas
Call the bitch in the staples
Say she cheer for the Lakers
She gon stop for buck but she gonna fuck for a favor
Her favorite daddy or hater, I was battlin the player
I be doing the big CTE label

Let’s talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them bitches
Let’s talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them bitches
Let’s talk bout doping these hoes, doping these hoes, doping these hoes
Nothing but doping them bitches
Let’s talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them bitches
Let’s talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them bitches
Let’s talk bout doping these hoes, doping these hoes, doping these hoes
Nothing but doping them bitches

Let’s talk bout doping these hoes, I put that dough over bitches
Haters lips on that whip look like the bitch blow me kisses
[?] wanna blow look like that bitch going swimming
Fuck the lamb in the front, look like the bitch going with me
And my crickin city, we talking midgets
Popcorn got a pop, not that
I’m talking bills and that yeah talking scales of that chair
Look how that water just shut it, Look at that soda just lock it
All my bitches they love me, all my nigg-s they silent
Couple nigg-s that hustle, couple nigg-s that’s rappin
Put them hoes in that fuck em, started off in the bed, fuck the hoes on the carpet

Let’s talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them bitches
Let’s talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them bitches
Let’s talk bout doping these hoes, doping these hoes, doping these hoes
Nothing but doping them bitches
Let’s talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them bitches
Let’s talk bout doping these hoes, nothing but doping them bitches
Let’s talk bout doping these hoes, doping these hoes, doping these hoes
Nothing but doping them bitches

YOUNG JEEZY – The Real Is Back

Same dramas that’s on my momma, I serve them like benihana
Set the numbers down they ate em up like they paranahs
You swear I had the whole hood biting like them iguanas
Had them chicken tenders all lined up like the Mcdonald’s
Up early thuggin cookin this breakfast in my pajamas
Dropped a thousand but I lost 28 at least I’m honest
Man these niggas lying all on tracks all on wax
We don’t wanna hear your imagination just state facts
Nigga either you did or you didn’t just don’t lie
Nigga either you was or you wasn’t just don’t lie
Use to cop them bitches 3 at a time call that a trio
And if they jump then fuck you to just like I’m cee-lo
What you know about so many bricks fill up a neo
Shit I meant neon run it back like I’m Deon
Treat them just like Pacqiuao they got a weight in
Can’t even come outside they gotta stay in
Can’t put me off in the game i gotta play then
Try to get that playdo but nah don’t play though
Gotta a case of calling your phone whats the connection
Hangup fuck figurin it out bad reception
And you ain’t gotta be a detective just to detect it
Any nigga lie to your face how you respect him
In the kitchen cussin the pot like my baby momma
The four way lockin the right thats baby drama
Make me start deporting you niggas just like I’m Castro
Any nigga play both sides he Donnie Brasco
And I ain’t seen when I was makin them movies like Tarantino
Last time telling you shit bigger than nino (bigger than nino)
Ask G-money spend it all fuckin night like the shit was free money
Like my My face on it like the shit was me money
If the dogs hit the bag then you know its D-money
You know I run this shit like Marlow these niggas Avon
Had my auntie selling that shit like it was avon
Yall know whats real or whats fake that’s old shake
What you call it when you whipping that thang vanilla shake
What you call it when you whipping that thang vanilla smoothie
Call that shit with jump back vanilla oooo-weee
Snow is you worried bout niggas I’m like fuck no
Straight up outta Locash these niggas Gusto
And I don’t give a fuck if its been bout 10 years I can come back 10 years and find cheers
All I need trap life cross my belly a Makaveli coupe got pasta seats look like spaghetti
Yall ain’t ready clips long as machetes I said yall ain’t ready clips long as machetes
Used to drive a 500 to school could fuck the teacher
1st thing she said in the morning turn off your beeper
Excuse me miss I’m tryna be P or Jay-Z if you think I’m missin out on this money you crazy
And all these niggas talkin these diamonds apraise me
See I’m the one that made it straight it out the streets they praise me
All I know one way trap and thats hard and so I trap hard and that made me a trap god
Bow down and kiss the chucks of Bruce Leroy sell 10 mil tomorrow I’m still a D-boy
The Real Is Back

YOUNG JEEZY – Waiting

[Hook]
You know the world is waiting, waiting, waiting on 103
They waiting, they waiting, they waiting, they waiting…
We need some motivation, -vation
So won’t you come motivate me?
They waiting, they waiting, they waiting, they waiting…

I done told y’all, and told y’all, and told y’all again
Play the game, play the game, play the game yeah to win
I ain’t lose, I don’t lose, I ain’t lose, never lost
Always on, keepin’ on, always on, never off

[Verse 1]
What the fuck is you hating for like you done something for a nigga?
Would call you out, but that wouldn’t do shit for a nigga
I made it this far, a fool with my foolish pride
Look at me what you see? A fool and his foolish ride
Y’all know damn well I wouldn’t lettin’ you niggas down
Just to sit back and watch you led by these fuckin’ clowns
4 albums in, niggas still talking this real shit
3 classics in nigga, and that’s on some real shit
Bitch, I’m legendary, bitch I’m a living legend
Been through straight hell so I can get street heaven
Bitch I’m Jeezy, the one you’ve been waiting for
And them forges is off-set, don’t they look like they skatin ho?

[Hook]
You know the world is waiting, waiting, waiting on 103
They waiting, they waiting, they waiting, they waiting…
We need some motivation, -vation
So won’t you come motivate me?
They waiting, they waiting, they waiting, they waiting…

[Verse 2]
Bitch I was born high, and that’s how I’m dying nigga
Eyes wide shut with my finger on the cold trigger
Be hearing my word, now don’t it sound like my soul bleeding
Hearing my word, now don’t it sound like my soul reading
I do it for street niggas and every nigga that’s like you
Let’s see if you can afford one, even niggas that buy two
Can’t believe what I’m hearing, can’t believe what ya saying
All that I did, god damn, this how you try to play me
Feeling my words when I be talking that street talk
No, you be feeling my words when I be talking that street smart
Yeah, school of Hard Knocks, yeah bitch I graduated
Straight to them hard blocks and nothing was barricaded

[Hook]
You know the world is waiting, waiting, waiting on 103
They waiting, they waiting, they waiting, they waiting…
We need some motivation, -vation
So won’t you come motivate me?
They waiting, they waiting, they waiting, they waiting…

YOUNG JEEZY – Just Like That (What I Do)

[Hook]
Just like that, niggas don’t know how to act
Bet when them niggas hear this they get to grabbing they strap
Just let them DJ, they know
They get to bringing it back
Them niggas hit up the club, they get to bringing the set
I said, now just like that, bitches don’t know what to do
And when we hit up the club, you know them broads coming through
I told her hit up her girl, tell them that they can come too
And now that bitch off the chain, I told y’all then what I do
I say now just like that

[Verse 1]
bitches they screaming, I can hear bitches calling
Give a fuck if they like it, tell them niggas I’m balling
These niggas holding they nuts
As you see I ain’t stalling
Swear these niggas a trip
As you see I ain’t falling
They want me trip on my strings
Want me fall on my face
Hit a lick for a hundred and it fell in my safe
Sexy, no alcoholic, but she drink like a toilet
Told her do me a favor and put your mouth on this faucet
I know just how she like it
She might think I’m a psychic
Even called me a plumber, she like the way that I pipe it
niggas talk like they know me, they must got me mistaken
bitch, I’m pleading not guilty, you’ll never charge me with faking

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
You see my back on my shit, you can tell I’m swagging
And you know that I got it, you can tell I ain’t bragging
Them Rollies wit’ big faces, drink Ciroc by the cases
I’m Neo out this bitch, feel like I’m stuck in the Matrix
I’m talking so much white, you would think I was racist
See I came from the bottom, I’m talking under the basement
Threw the roof off this bitch like we just had a tornado
Desert Eagles, they twins, I call em Cain and Abel
Hundred K in my pocket, that shit as thick as a Bible
Superstar in my hood, so that would make me an idol
Had a hell of a night, so I’ma say me a prayer
In the lockout I’m balling, so that would make me a player

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I got em bouncing and leaning, I got em drinking and smoking
I told her take off her clothes
What she say? That she open
If you’re getting to the money, my nigga, ball like a dog
Them cigarillos so big, them bitches look like they logs
I’m the life of the party, bring the party some life
You know I’m dead-ass serious. Why? Cause I said it twice
We talking straight suicide, we taking shots to the head
Must be drinking amnesia, cause I forgot what I said
Stack up so much bread I’ma need me a toaster
My partner ride with his chopper, this nigga think he a soldier
Why I’ma stand in the section when I can stand on the sofa?
So y’all guess what I does, you never say I ain’t told ya

[Hook]