Young Jeezy Album

Ay, ay, check out the man, check out the man,
Ay, ay, check out the man check out the man
"lets get it"

I used to hit the kitchen lights "lights" cockroaches everywhere
Hit the kitchen lights "lights" now its 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 Billy Hondas 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"

[Chorus]
Ay, ay, ay check out the man, Ay, check out the man. Ay,
You aint 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
"lets 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 its 28 inches on a brand new hummer "humma"
Telling you right now its 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"
Its clear to see the boy Jeezy do it for the people "Ay"

[Chorus]
Ay, ay, ay check out the man, Ay, check out the man. Ay,
You aint 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"

[Chorus]
Ay, ay, ay check out the man, Ay, check out the man. Ay,
You aint never seen them pies
I'm talkin so much whit it'll hurt your eyes

[Young Jeezy]
Ay
Ay
Ay
Ay, jeah
Ay
Jeah, ay, ay, ay

[Young Jeezy]
I told 'em straight drop this and ziplock that
Right on my waistline is where I kept that strap (yeeeeah)
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 (ay)
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 (ay)

[Hook x2]
These are more than words, this is more than rap
This is the streets and I am the trap
Standing ovation
Standing ovation

[Young Jeezy]
Once upon a time, I used to grind all night (grind all night)
With that residue, that was Ipod white (yeeeeeah)
I'm a boss, I got Juice like the magazine (jeah)
And everyday I see Feds like a magazine (ha ha)
Psychopatic wordplay, schizophrenic flow (flow)
I guess it's safe to say I got schizophrenic dough (daaaaamn)
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 cush, yeah that cali bud (bud)
Got cali love when I got that cali glove (ay)
My spanish bitch in L.A., yeah I owe her one (one)
Now them squares seventeen like Uncle Brady's son (yeeeeeeeah)

[Hook x2]
These are more than words, this is more than rap
This is the streets and I am the trap
Standing ovation
Standing ovation

[Young Jeezy]
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 (ay)
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 (yeeeeeah)
A .40 cal, rubberbands, and a shoebox (jeah)
Run through a hundred grand watching Matlock (ay)
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 Jacksons (ay)

[Hook x2]
These are more than words, this is more than rap
This is the streets and I am the trap
Standing ovation

I'm here now you old news
Gotta couple old porches, couple old schools
I'll line ya ass up push ya tape backwards
Cuz ima real nigga I don't like rappers
And that ain't this and this ain't that
And bitch I'm strapped
Fuck wit real niggaz that'll cut ya throat
And they don't drink Pepsi they just sell Coke
All I do is talk dro its like my brain on drugs
See me out nigga I do my thang in clubs
Listen up Jeezy gotta a little riddle
Stack of 20-dollar bill two bands in the middle

[Chorus]
All the gangstas they gon ride to this
They gon grind to this
They gon shine to this
This is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, and
this is gangsta music
All the hustlers they gon ride to this
They gon grind to this
They gon shine to this
This is hustler music, this is hustler music, this is hustler music, and
this is hustler music

We don't talk on the phone cuz it might stick
Gotta play for the 7 call it Mike Vick
Dirty birds nigga we play wit dem falcons
Know some niggaz in the Decatur that pay for dem falcons
Talking young hungry niggaz eat ya whole plate
Jeezy place the order niggaz eat ya whole face
You got me Mr. Scrooge all fucked up
Jump out hit the switch light ya ass up
Carbon 15 wit the one pound drum
Got plenty for any nigga think he wants some
We don't leave 'em at the house we bring 'em out
My chain for yo life we can swap it out

[Chorus]

The hoes love my voice
Make they pussy moist
Certified g shit and I'm the gangsta's choice
Niggaz popping off hope they bullet proof
Leave holes inside ya like a sunroof
Mack 11 in the club and a sub nose
Swear to God knock you niggaz out ya clothes
Lay ya ass flat like a doormat
Niggaz ask for but they don't want that
In the rap game takin niggaz clientele
White ones like the powder that I used to sell
Give a fuck about a playa hater

Tryin to get Bosey 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 im a opportunist
Nigga you heard what I said im a opportunist
Soft to hard white to green
All these free agents you better build your team
I come to take the game like John Madden
Cause I played in the game like John Madden

[Chorus]
The world is yours and everything in it
its 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
Its 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 aint no secret im 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 hatin 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 theres anything extra you can keep the change

[Chorus]
The world is yours and everything in it
its 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
Its 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
Its all in the game the ups the downs
Its all in the game the O's the pounds
The shit was all good just a week ago
Whole click was eatin good just a week ago
Its 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 aint tryin to see em

[Chorus]
The world is yours and everything in it
its 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
Its 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
its 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
Its out there get on your grind and get it "ay"

(feat. Mannie Fresh)

First I'm going to stack my flow
Then I'm going to stack some more
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
It's a wrap on the way to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kicking her out

Patty cake patty cake microwave
These suckas make a square, damn I'm paid
I'm so cool but I'm so hot and I'm so fly and you is so not
Show me what your working with, just like that
Turn around, bend over, bring it back
Snowman and Mannie Fresh bring it back
So Mannie Fresh and Snowman, it's a rap

Wrap it up in the club, ya I'm so crazy
These other rappers actors like Patrick Swayze
I try to tell them but these niggas aint hear me
Mossberg pump, i'm riding shotgun literally
Live from the projects, you know what it is
Hey Snowman can I get an adlib
Get the club crunk, cant take that from me
A drop ya, still got a lil jon money

First I'm going to stack my flow
Then I'm going to stack some more
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
It's a wrap on the way to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kicking her out

I see you lookin, what you looking at
Catch Snowman in the kitchen with his cooking ass
I'm so clean but I'm so grimey
So dirty but yet I'm so shiney
Kiki B told me me finish my meal
Def jam 7 figures we can finish the deal
Some say I lucked up I call it perfect timing
I cant lose the whole city's behind me

First I'm going to stack my flow
Then I'm going to stack some more
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
It's a wrap on the way to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kicking her out

I got million dollar dreams and federal nightmares
We pop chris my niggas and still drink beer
What did you expect man I came from nothing
Real street niggas wouldnt change for nothing
Got my nigga out the hood, it's such a wonderful feeling
Three car garage with the twelve foot ceilings
It ought to be a crime just to feel this good
I swear it ought to be a crime just to be in this hood

First I'm going to stack my flow
Then I'm going to stack some more
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
It's a wrap on the way to the house

[Cannon]
[Verse 1]
Guess whos bizzack
Still smell the blow on my clothes
Like crispy cream I was cooking them o's
Like horseshoes I was tossin them o's
Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow
Im emotional
I hug the block
Im so emotional
I love my glock
Cash rules everything around me
So whats realer
Bout the scriller so call me a ghost face killa
Its kinda hard to be drug free
When george and pie wont give a n***a lights free
Switched hustles been killin em ever since
Been paid to tell the truth it only make sense

[Chorus]
When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy
And watch the dope boys go crazy
I pop my colar then I swing my chain
If you catch me in the club pimpin doing my thang
When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy
And watch the dope boys go crazy
They pop my colar then they swing they chain
All the gangstas in the street that be doin they thang

[Verse 2]
Wont stop till my whole team in thug mansion
And I sell like pac
Thats a thugs passion
And this the realest shit I ever wrote
And all eyes on me like a microscope
Young jeezy give em one more chance
They try to spit like you and get your whole advance
Like my main man pulla talk real slick
Look im ok but my watch sick
You dont gotta like a n***a
Just respect my mind
This is how im eatin now
So respect my grind
The way I put them words together
Reminds me about how I put them byrds together

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Buy 18 the hard way
Now have a younger n***a thinkin bout gun play
Now who the fuck wanna play with guns
Alotta hoes alotta drugs dog
That shit aint fun
So I suggest that u dont play with my chain
Or ill send these hollow's at you
Let them play with ya brain
The streets is watchin
The name is warn
The products white
A star is born
Pimpin im so fly
I take this parachute off
I might fall and die
Wrap the work with spandex with the latex
Then we ship it outta town
Call it safe sex

(feat. Trick Daddy, Young Buck, Ill Will)

[Young Jeezy verse:]
Welcome to da life of a young thug nigga (jea)
Only hang out wit dem criminals and dem drug dealers (ayyy)
I'm from even where da dead die (die)
But try an do it big like da kid from bedstuy
I see death around da corna and I aint scared I got a ?? wit 15 and I'm fully
prepared (that's right)
Lord a mercy 20 rounds in a clip (jea)
Outta line get 20 rounds in ya hip (ayyy)
Shoot first and ask question lata (lata)
Da answer is it was all about da paper (jea)
Everything da game is shit to lose and a new forty-five that I'm dyin to use (yeahhhh)

[Chorus]
[Ill Will]
If ya real like me (like me)
Throw ya hoods in da air so da whole wide world can see (ay)
Last of a dying breed, Last of a dying breed, Last of a dying breed
And if ya real like me (like me)
Keep that thang on ya hip that's just da way that its gotta be
Last of a dying breed, Last of a dying breed,last of a dying breed
Young Buck
I done seen niggaz come and go
Shit da whole world done seen wat I done before
We do anythang when da funds is low
I'm da reason outta townas don't come no mo
Let me show you niggaz how to break down da whole thang
My nigga B.G. know Buck been a ?? man
Its got to be in ya blood to be a thug
If I aint makin enough I ma jack my plug
We was born in it
Not sworn in it
You can go against it or you can join wit it
Made mark so da streets gon rememba me
Now come and git it nigga Ca$hville Tennekee holla back

[Chorus]
[Trick Daddy]
Some of da dudes we thought was real O.G.s was O.D.s cause they talk pleas and
includin G's like you and me (you and me)
The first step was going to set a trap
So in a short period they convince da grand jury to allow a phone tap
And if they listen in
Not once did they hear us mentioning
Murder and a cocaine distributing
Through all that was dividends comin in
I'm straightly gettin betta yet we too smart for ya bullshit
Callin all cars (callin all cars)
Its your brother-in-laws and tell em hurry up and come dem niggaz got gunz
Man down shots fired only fuck niggaz and cops died
First stage of a ride and dem fuck couldn't sneak by
When you a witnessin and shit five bitch be quiet because they only got what you
tell em
And then da witness that they had to ?? was lyin there dead
Shot in da street all red
Wit two shots to his head
Cause he was workin for da feds
And they last informant informed us they had it out for us
For a bird but he got popped for it
So ride or die for em (ride or die for em)
Betta yet you betta kill em
Cause I think he gon get da bitch to tell em
And he probably done all ready told
But then again with out a witness dem bitches aint got shit

Every time I do it I do it for my hood [repeat 2X]
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 boyz 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 niggaz 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

[HOOK]

It's young jizzle from the bottom of the map
got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap
(ay) [5x]
I do it for the trappers with tha-tha-tha rocks
and them ole G niggas with tha tha tha blocks
(ay) [5x]

[VERSE 1]

Im strapped up, Im iced out
a nigga play, its lights out
cost a cool quarter million, thats how you'll find me
swirvin through traffic with them ghouls behind me
ya betta call ya crew, you gon need help
hole car strapped and I aint talkin seat belts
red cross nigga, yeh we draw blood
hole team got choppers like a bike club
i dont get mad, I just get money
and laugh at these fuck niggas cuz they so funny
all a gangsta do is stay fresh
45 with the gucci teff ??

[HOOK]

It's young jizzle from the bottom of the map
got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap
(ay) [5x]
I do it for the trappers with tha-tha-tha rocks
and them ole G niggas with tha tha tha blocks
(ay) [5x]

[VERSE 2]

im on fire the kids outta controll
competition want me to stop, drop, and roll
like I got a flame thrower and some gasoline
set the city on fire thas on everything
i walk around liek I got a grip in my pants
yeh thas about 10 stacks got half a brick in my pants
fish scale got papi on speed dial
ya niggas gettin raped ya still gettin oil base
my flow is bananas, the coop is grape
these ?? jeans with the baby nape
dessert on the pillow choppers on the night stand
you can roll the dice play with ur life man

[HOOK]

It's young jizzle from the bottom of the map
got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap
(ay) [5x]
I do it for the trappers with tha-tha-tha rocks
and them ole G niggas with tha tha tha blocks
(ay) [5x]

[VERSE 3]

all that tuff talk ya just wastin ya breath
hit ya ass with them things have ya chasin ya breath
you got loose lips..ya betta put a collar on em
black chenelle frames I spent a cuple dollas on em
hoes want the kush just to get mah mind right
?? see the ones get my sound right
mah money come fast so thas how I spit it
trunk soundin liek it got a marchin band in it
u in the minor leagues, and im a heavy weight
flippin brick houses,we call it real estate
5 thousand by the pound get ya curb serviced
sell a lot of grass like I got a lawn service

[HOOK]

It's young jizzle from the bottom of the map
got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap
(ay) [5x]
I do it for the trappers with tha-tha-tha rocks
and them ole G niggas with tha tha tha blocks

[Young Jeezy]
I'm the realest nigga in here you already know
Got trapper of the year four times in a row (what they give you?)
A lifetime supply of baking soda clientele
A rolling bar, two pounds and three scales
Can get bout 50 and a Hummer
The birds fly down south to Georgia for the summer
Money, hoes, cars, clothes
Coke prices up and down like six-fours
Just cuz I'm fly like a helicopter
The fed rallies on my tail call 'em bird watchers
Minus the bullshit life's great
Just got a camera in the peach in my license plate

[Chorus]
What it do? What the business is?
Word on the street Jeezy known to handle his
Bitch getcha mind right let me talk to 'em
Bitch getcha mind right let me talk to 'em
What it do? What the business is?
Word on the street Jeezy known to handle his
Bitch getcha mind right let me talk to 'em
Bitch getcha mind right let me talk to 'em

[Young Jeezy]
It's not a trick question yeah I'm strapped bitch
Also ripped nigga miss me wit that rap shit
Rappin ass nigga better do numbers
I ain't gotta rap I'ma do numbers
A big shoot out on the highway
Jeezy hangin out the coupe let me ride sideways
A straight g nigga don't tempt me
I'll linger the whole clip til the shits empty
Big stacks yeah I got that
That's why I copped that cris by the six packs
Got the feds lines ringin let a telephone
Snitches want me locked up like Akon

[Chorus]

[Young Jeezy]
Jeezy a rider, Jeezy a motherfuckin fool
Don't approach him like that you and Jeezy ain't cool
Jeezy a gangsta he rolls wit the real g's
And if he's smokin best believe its real trees
From L.A. Straight cush
Presidential shit call it George bush
Everyday is like a game call it fear factor
Gotta trunk full of bricks like a contractor
Seen niggaz leave here and they ain't comin back
Left 'em slumped on the green in his Cadillac
Jimmy crack horn Jeezy flip O's

I'm a t-r-a-p-s-t-ar
Got the city on lock, big shoes on the car
And she likes it (she likes it nigga) Ay
And she likes it (chyeah)
(Lets get it) Got the city on smash
Streets on click clock
Eighty grand just to see the Jacob go tick tock (haha)
I'm so materialistic, so well connected
Just ask about it, so well respected (ayy)
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 (chyeah)
I'm the real deal these other niggaz 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 (chyeah)
Two grand flat get ya four and a baby, c'mon

[Chorus]
I'm a t-r-a-p-s-t-ar
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-r-a-p-s-t-ar
Keep money in the suites, copt groups from the bar
And she likes it (she likes it, chyeah, ayy ayy)
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 (chyeah)
Black T-shirt, yeah it match the strap (ayy)
The stones in the watch, yeah they match the chain
New Jordans on his feet, Snowman's the name (haha)
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 (ayy)

[Chorus]

Lil momma wanna 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 (haha)
Slices stacked up, I got colonial bread (yeahhh)
Now she off the chain, yeah she so erotic
Purple Mango, yeah its so exotic (chyeah)
No punch lines (nope) no riddles (uh huh)
Im talking white squares with the steps in the middle (haha)
You know me, take the good with the bad
Cant complain the Porsche came with the rag
And the chopper came with extra clips
So when you niggaz outta line we can extra flip (heyyy)

(feat. Lil Scrappy, T.I.)

[Chorus]
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
If you ain't from round here dog don't even come around
Twist ya fingers up bang motherfucker bang
Throw ya hoods up bang motherfucker bang
Eastside! (Hit 'em up bang motherfucker bang)
Westside! (Hit 'em up, bang motherfucker bang)

[Young Jeezy]
Do ya thug thang gon' get 'em up
Represent ya side nigga hit 'em up
Disrespect we gon' take it there
We 30 deep lil nigga we ain't fighting fair
You better holla at ya partners
Before we catch them outside and hit they ass wit dem choppers
The .45 make my pants sag
Catch me bouncing through the club wit my black flag
You don't like it do something nigga
Where I'm from if we don't like it we do something nigga
And you know we gon' ride homes
Stomped a nigga ass out until they turn the lights on

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
Me and Jeezy on the back street
Choppers in the back seat
What we fin to do the questions yean even gotta ask me
Desert in my lap and skullcap and a black tee
Looking for the niggaz that say they fin to attack me
Turn the music down low and let the 'llac creep
Fuck the police I give a damn if they catch me
Wait a minute that's that nigga looking at me
Let off 50 shots you niggaz ran like a track meet
I know my partners would have did the job for a flat fee
But seeing dem niggaz bleed is the only thing that's gon' relax me
I'm hands on nigga damn what you say
All them games that you play don't stand a chance in the A nigga

[Chorus]

[Lil Scrappy]
Roll up on yo block
All the bullshit stops
Man hoe know that I'm the prince so that ass gon' drop
I was born in the A with things in the way
Smoke weed everyday
Zone 3 where I stay
Yeah I think I'm the shit cause I got an SS
But the shit a old folk so you can receive the letter
I'm the best of the best
And the freshest of the fresh
Gotta pistol black out wit an Atlanta Hawk vest
Gotta lifetime of trouble and my brain still nervous
I don't rep the A by mistake I do the shit on purpose
Do it how it's worth it rim and the cars swerving
It ain't nothing but Lil Scrappy and g's up to start murkining ya

[Jeezy]
Shit man fuck
[Police Officer]
Drivers license and registration pleez
[Jeezy]
Hey whats up sir umm, look umm
[Police Officer]
Sir could you pleez step out tha car
[Jeezy]
Oh not a problem officer its all good im jusy know what im sayin commin from droppin ma lil boy off at ma baby momma house here go ma license right here

[Verse 1 (Jeezy)]
Trunk full of yoda heated situation flashlight in ma eyes he want ma registration (what) should i stay should i run got hard got soft got bills got guns
(4real) ma drivers license is revoked just got done burnin so i know he smell tha smoke (damn) but never let em see you see sweat cuz if he search ya
trunk he might find tha tec. Or a bag full of O's wrapped in duck tape nigga between some dirty ass clothes. But i talk to him tha right way he told me
slow it down and have a nice day.

[Chorus]
You can do ya thang shawty its okay to floss but its still one rule player dont get caught. cuz everything you gain dog and everything you lost but its
still one rule pimpin dont get caught. fuck every hoe you hit dog and every hoe you toss cuz its still one rule player dont get caught. you can ride clean
shorty you aint gotta walk but its still one rule player dont get caught

[Verse 2]
Some niggas rob (what) some niggas slang (4real) some niggas stack (naw) some niggas bang (chea) but i congratulate not playa hate you in tha streets
pimpin make ya move get ya cake fuck what you heard through tha grapevine get outta line nigga ima straighten mine. and i dont believe in wastin time well
catch them hoes later. stay on ya grind (thats right) gotta a low tolerence for ignorance (ignorance) you thinkin pleasure im thinkin business. tha
streets didnt raise no fool when you live by the code nigga its only one rule

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Got tha phone call (call) had a funny feeling (feeling) told him everything was cool and i was chillin (chillin) we use to chill out and smoke blunts and
i aint seen him in a while maybe a couple months. said he wanna holla he seemed anxious. first thing on ma mind go and get tha strainers. make his folks
pay a ransom bout him. on that bullshit make a good example out him. this nigga hot he on fire (fire) i hope his ass aint wearin no wire naw dog he
bullshittin said his partner set him up tha nigga snitchin

[Chorus x2]

(feat. Akon)

[Intro:]
Convict
Akon and Young Jeezy
Tryin' to take it easy
Only way to go
And So...

[Chorus (Akon):]
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

'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

[Verse 1 (Young Jeezy):]
(Let's get it) I can't sleep--we livin' in Hell (Yeah)
First they, give us the work then they throw us in jail (Ayy)
Won't 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 right (Ha Ha), Sups
Fuck the club, dawg, I rather count a million bucks (Ayy)

[Chorus (Akon):]
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

'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

[Verse 2 (Young Jeezy):]
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 Thugs 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 read 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 (Akon):]
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

'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

[Verse 3 (Young Jeezy):]
Gotta watch er' move 'cuz them eyes be on you (eyes be on you)
Gotta dry 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 boards gotta us under survalence (Ayy)
(Lock Downs) 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)

[Bridge (Akon):]
'Cuz if you lookin' for me you you can find me
On the block disobeyin' the law
Real G--therobred from the streets
Pants saggin' with my gun in my draws
Just to keep on movin' out
Just to keep on movin' out
Just to keep on movin' out
Just to keep on movin' out

[Chorus (Akon) 2x:]
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

'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)

(feat. Bun B)

[Young Jeezy]
Last time I checked I was the man on these streets
They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats
Got down real flow, now I shit on niggaz
Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggaz (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
Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hitman
Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hitman
Yeaaaa, 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, dramatic nigga)
Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill (that's
right)
Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill

[Young Jeezy]
Last time I checked I was the man on these streets
They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats
Got down real flow, now I shit on niggaz
Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggaz (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
Yeaaaa, 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 AR that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill
Went from old school chevys
To beamer coupes
Got a 100 niggaz with me and everybody gon shoot (yeaaaa)
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 (damnnn)
You still wanna talk flow man?
Soft white like a ?? snowman

[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Smoke perp by the pound, ounce by the fifth
Free up on the first then again on the fifth (yeaaaa)
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 (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga)

[Bun B]
Yea, back up in the hood again, where it's all good again
Ridin candy slab, grippin on the wood again
Outta line niggaz 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 to ?? and tell
You the hoax and niggaz 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
UGK for life, free the pimp, you know the deal
In PAT it's Trap Or Die and we ain't down for gettin killed

[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Smoke perp by the pound, ounce by the fifth
Free up on the first then again on the fifth (yeaaaa)
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 (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga

[Slick Pulla]
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 wanna feel that
Street addicts get a buzz from the hustlin
Fuck the government, we got our own, the Track-Publicans
Chillin pimp niggaz don't know the first thing about the block
I'm 279 grams of straight drop out the pot
Real street niggaz, 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 niggaz, you know, spongebobs
Kanye West niggaz, talking through the wire dawg
Watch for goonies when you got it, niggaz wanna rob
And pull a staff and quarterback 'em like Brett Favre

[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Smoke perp by the pound, ounce by the fifth
Free up on the first then again on the fifth (yeaaaa)
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 (yeaaaa)

(feat. Lloyd, Slick Pulla)

[Intro]
[Girl] Jeezy?...
[Jeezy] What up.
[Girl] Where u at?
[Jeezy] Shit I'm in tha hood where u 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 u 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
Cuz 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
Cuz 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 50 caps…

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

[Young Jeezy]
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)

[Hook x2]
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)

[Young Jeezy]
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

[Hook x2]
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)

[Young Jeezy]
I'm a motherfucking problem, who wanna solve me dog? (jeah)
Got six L-4's, who gon 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)

[Hook x2]
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)

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 im 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 cant even sleep I just lay in my bed
Eyes full of tears and a heart full of pain
Take deep breathes everytime 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 golmouf back talk to em

Like the person needs his soul
Fight the will to need his own
“Make em understand, ay, 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 dawg if I was married id trust you with my wife dawg
Any given time a half a mill in your possession
You aint 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. wont talk to me dawg and it hurts “it hurts”
She treats a nigga like im 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 ont 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
Know'in 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 im out of town
Yean tell em shit, you held me down
Now a-days I rock the mic im getting paid for that
And all the shit I been through im 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

I went from old school Chevy's to drop top porches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces
And you ain't seen what I've seen
I can get a 100,000 in these Sean John jeans
I went from old school Chevy's to drop top porches
And you ain't did what I did
If you from where I'm from you gotta get how you live

Everybody already know jeezy real street nigga
Every time you see me all around street niggaz
I hope you got yours I keep mine
In the club blowing dro throwing up gang signs
And you already know dog
745 back to back me and O dog
These other niggaz is jokers
What they rein up wit I spent it up all the strokers
In one night eight bitches sipped bottles of cris
Forty grand sit back so you can glance my wrist
Keep bread so we carry dem toaster
But keep back though my earrings ferocious
It's not just my imagination
I'm the one in the topic in yo conversation
Jack boyz say they gon rob
But on the real fuck niggaz y'all don't want these problems

[Chorus]

Black tees, black ones, and a fitted cap
The Mack 11 make me walk wit a crazy dap
Y'all say we country niggaz yee-haw
The money comin back and forth like a seesaw
And y'all ain't never seen what we saw
Stacks of twenty dollar bills, bricks, or white rolls
What they got Lil Pha we don't care bout shit
Ludacris how they ride out twenty wit dem bricks
Shit I spit it for y'all
On the real my niggaz shit I spit it for y'all
Who gives a fuck about friends?
If you mix the baking soda wit it you can get a Benz
While y'all robbing and boosting
I'm standing over the stove like the chef in Houston
And it's not about the flip mane
Want the real bread it's all about your whip game