Young Jeezy Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics ) - Sayfa 3

**Prenses** · 07.11.08, 16:31

My Hood

Every time I do it I do it for my 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'll front you a 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 January til the end of December
Wasn't smokin purple then it was more like bobby brown
On that hen straight dog got a nigga drinking 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!)

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 pointing 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 ****in 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
Closest I been in the commercial's when I watch TV
And everybody know I rep these streets faithfully

Ford Taurus pull up everybody run
White boys jump out pointing wit they guns
Ford Taurus leave everybody came back
Hope dem boyz didn't find my sack...

Young Jeezy

**Prenses** · 07.11.08, 16:33

Soul Survivor

Convict
Akon and Young Jeezy
Tryin' to take it easy
Only way to go
And So

(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 (Yeah)

'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now)
If you a rida (Yeah)
Or just a Soul Survivor

(Young Jeezy)
(Let's get it) Tonight I can't sleep we livin' in Hell (Yeah)
First they, give us the work then they throw us in jail (Ay)
Road Trip ya I'm trafficing in the white
Please Lord don't let me go to jail tonight (Yeah)
Who Me? I'm a Soul Survivor
Ask about 'em in the street, the boy Jeez a rida (Jeez a rida)
A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah life sucks
**** the club, dawg, I rather count a million bucks (Ay)

(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 (Yeah)

'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now)
If you a rida (Yeah)
Or just a Soul Survivor

(Young Jeezy)
Another day, another dolla (dolla) same block, same nigga, same part, same green
I guess we got the same dreams (Ay)
Or is it the same nightmares (nightmares)
We let the doves do it for us we don't cry tears (That's right)
Real niggaz don't budge
When Mail Man got his time he shot birds at the judge (Yeah)
I'm knee deep in the game
So when it's time to re up, I'm knee deep in the cane (Damn)
Real talk, Look, I'm tellin' you mayne (tellin' you mayne)
If you get jammed up don't mention my name
Forgive me Lord I know I aint livin' right
Gotta feed the block, niggaz starvin', they got appitites (Ay)
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)

(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 (Yeah)

'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now)
If you a rida (Yeah)
Or just a Soul Survivor

(Young Jeezy)
Gotta watch er' move 'cuz them eyes be on you (eyes be on you)
Gotta drive real cool when them pies be on you (pies be on you)
Just because we stack paper and we ball outrageous (ball outrageous)
Them alphabet boys gotta us under survalence (Ay)
(Like animals) They lock us in cages
The same nigga that's a star when you put 'em on stages
I aint cheat played the hand I was dealt
Tried to tax the grand pearl when I got it myself
(Let's Get It) No nuts, no glory (no glory)
My biography, you damn right, the true story (Yeah)
Set the city on fire, and I didn't even try (try)
Run these streets all day, I can sleep when I die (Ay)

(Akon)
'Cuz if you lookin' for me you you can find me
On the block disobeyin' the law
Real G thoroughbred from the streets
Pants saggin' with my gun in my draws
Just to keep on movin' now
Just to keep on movin' now
Just to keep on movin' now
Just to keep on movin' now

(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 (Yeah)

'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now)
If you a rida (Yeah)
Or just a Soul Survivor...

Young Jeezy

**Prenses** · 07.11.08, 16:35

Standing Ovation

(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 (yeeah)
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)

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 (yeeah)
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 (daaamn)
**** 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 (yeeeah)

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 (yeeeah)
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)

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

**Prenses** · 07.11.08, 16:36

Still On It

Ya ya ey ya
I'm back mother****ers ya
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
This sounds like one nigga
I ain't tryna sale 10 million copies nigga
I'm tryna sale a million 10 times nigga
It's another anthem right here nigga
I told you niggas I do this shit
It sounds like an anthem nigga
I do this shit
What you say nigga?

I told you mother****ers I'll be right back (chea)
Shooting dice in my hood must of lost 8 stacks
(whew)
Ain't nothing to a G hop back in my mayback (damnnn)
But I'm only riding this 'cause the Chevy's in the shop (ha ha)
5-0-2 with the chrome n seats (I'm so excited)
Ya damn right I can't wait (yeah)
It's my birthday I got big cake (that's right)
Rubic's cube you know we keep them white squares (hey)
Catch me in the e a mill looking for them bucks (bucks)
They pay a 24 I'm on my way with the ducks (yep)
26 inches make you sit up like a truck (naw)
I use to give a damn but I never gave a **** (that's what's up)

I said that d boy bullshit yeah I'm still on it
I gotta half a brick left do anybody want it
They going for the 10 you can get 'em for the 8
Just holla at you boy when you tryna get straight
I said that d boy bullshit yeah I'm still on it
Think I gotta needle left do anybody want it
They going for the 5 you can get 'em for the 4
We keep it round here just let a nigga know

I'm on the block all day
With them blocks all day (damn)
Straight splurge up in linen
Should I shop all day (ey)
Shut down champs did the food in product
Ya it's just a white tee but the shoes is Prada (yeah)
I gotta bag full of stones and a pocket full of pills
Call me the X-men keep a pocket full of pills (ey)
Imagine this so much ice and a watch (how much?)
You would of thought time froze (whew)
Welcome to my life ya the first episode
Never miss a beat I gotta mini time code
Still count a quarter mill with my ****ing eyes closed (damn)
In one hand behind my back get a ****ing blind fold (ey)

I'm so hot you know niggas ain't cool
The boy get new money like the first day of school
Stay fresh like the first day of class
20 bricks and three choppas sold in one stash
It'll cost ya 40grand and you gotta pay cash
Them blunts burn slow but that paper come fast
The garbage man you **** niggas so trash
I'm first place you **** niggas so last
In I'm back to the future **** niggas so past
I know what you thinkin' that mother****ers so fast
That boy Young Jeezy I'm suppose to cut
Instead of getting money nigga this how you suppose to look...

Young Jeezy

**Prenses** · 07.11.08, 16:38

Streets On Lock

Ay ay ay chea ay ay
Let's get it

These niggas just hating they ain't talking bout shit
I'm a grown ass man I flip my own brick
I don't need yo help I can own my own dick
Ain't no mother****er help me write my rhymes
Ain't no nigga pay for my studio time
See me at the top and want to claim my fame
Nigga took my chain yea mother****in right
You better off saying a nigga took my life
Want to assassinate my character but I ain't acting
It ain't adding up so you niggas subtracting
B.I.G. said it first more money more problems
The why I see it more problems more money (whatsup)

I got the streets on lock
Atlanta on my back
I do it for the hood
You got a problem with that
Real nigga so this rap shit easy (when I speak)
Theses niggas believe me
cause bitch I'm Jeezy

Eyes wide shut I don't see these niggas
Cause deep in your heart you want to be me nigga
Want to stand in my shoes
Want to **** my hoes
Want to live my life
Want to rock my shows (noo)
Ya young punks with ya loose ass lips
I keep a AR with them loose ass clips
What type of real nigga name himself after a bag
Nigga you's a hoe, a Loui Vuitton fag
My name ain't dick so keep it out ya mouth
It is what it is look I am Da South (that's right)
Big Mac you niggas small fries
You just another nigga I'm more like the franchise (whatsup)

I was born in the Field raised in Atlanta
Pop busted a nut here so I was made in Atlanta (ha ha)
Mat Lew died so I stayed in Atlanta
Had a plug on the squares got paid in Atlanta
22's on the 2-door it sits so right
Ice tray on my wrist yea it shines so bright
Make moves in the day and I ball by night
9&11 Porsche I was on that flight
5'9, 6'1 I call'em the twin towers
Had them on the triple stack
Hit'em both in the shower
Pedal to the medal bout a buck 85
Mr. 17-5 slow head well I drive (whatsup)

Ay ay ay che ay...

Young Jeezy

**Prenses** · 07.11.08, 16:40

Talk To Em

Like the person needs his soul 'uh huh, jeahFight the will 'ay' to need his own 'ay, ay, ay'Just talk to em for a minute, ay just talk to em for a minuteLike the baby 'ay' needs to cry 'uh huh jeahif you go 'ay" I swear 'jeah' ill die 'ay, ay, ay
How the **** 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 'ayAnd 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 understandLike the baby 'please, look, ayneeds to cry 'make em understand, ay, ay, ayif 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 godKnew 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 rightWe used to laugh wouldn't shit funny 'nawLate 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 hurtsShe treats a nigga like im the scum of the life 'scum of the earthIn 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 'ayFight 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 understandLike the baby 'ay' needs to 'I love you Mat Loucry 'uh huh, talk to emif you go 'I ont think they understand me my niggaI 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
Love you mat lou...

Young Jeezy

**Prenses** · 07.11.08, 16:42

Tear It Up

(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

(Lloyd)
Red dogs hit my trap
Got me four a half a song been trapin' all day
Can't wait to get home,
Shawty in the bed she ain't got no panties on
Soon as I hit the door she already know it's on,
2 logs 2 shots of patron greygoose got her loose
A triple stack and it's on talking dirty on the chirp
Getting my grown man on
Get up in the guts
You know it's on 'til the morning

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 ha)
Shorty got that fire she ain't let me down yet (nope)
Got a Aquafina flow, call it wet wet (damnn)
Baby good with her mouth, says the right things
Got a head on her shoulders, she does the right things (ha ha)
She a bad bitch, ya'll ready know
Face like Trina, and an ass like Jackio (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 ****
He can make love to you, I'ma beat it up

Me and 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 madden 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 ha)
Got a fistful of hair, and a fistful of ass (ass)
She came first, I came last, roll tha grass (ey)

("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 Canseco, 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 fitted caps...

Young Jeezy

**Prenses** · 07.11.08, 16:44

That's How Ya Feel

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 mother****ing window nigga
Blow out that dro smoke nigga
Tell that nigga that's how the **** 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, yeeeah)
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 ****ing vet (yeeah)
niggaz cold like banana splits (jeah)
That's why I cop the AR with banana clips (ay, ay)

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 (yeeah)
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 ****ing with a player (ay)
We don't just say no, we too busy saying yeeeah

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 mother****ing problem, who wanna solve me dog? (jeah)
Got six cell phones, who gonna call me dog? (yeeeah)
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)

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

**Prenses** · 07.11.08, 16:47

The Realist

(Young Jeezy: Talking)

Ride on these niggaz
I ride on these niggaz
I ride on these niggaz (hahaa)
I ride on these niggaz

Let's get it

(Young Jeezy)

Super charger, the same color as PJ
(yeaaah) I got a champagne range
Pick niggaz off, I got a night scope aim (Bah)
Audio, video, you caught on tape
That's a way to get ya ass sent Upstate (dayyum)
In '9 AY! I took them trips down to Lauderdale
Back and forth, like Aliyah
Chances of gettin' rich is like one in a million
(hahaaa) Or more like two in a billion
Flashin' lights, my mind's playin' tricks on me
But the Minuteman still do tricks on me
Swear the feds just starin' at a nigga
You know, you feelin' ya heart fall into ya feet
Summertime niggaz still ridin' with the heat
Jeezy De Niro, Snowman Pacino
Real niggaz love me because I talk that lingo

(Young Jeezy)

And I'm the muh****in' realist
They lies, they phonies, they fakes,
These niggaz ain't never sold the weight
And I'm the muh****in' realist
They lies, they phonies, they fakes,
These niggaz ain't never sold the weight
And I'm the muh****in' realist
They lies, they phonies, they fakes,
These niggaz ain't never touched the weight
And I'm the muh****in' realist
They lies, they phonies, they fakes,
These niggaz ain't never touched the weight
And I'm the muh****in' realist

(Young Jeezy)

Nowadays the GT's glock black (cheaa)
The shoes on that mother****ing 3-80 chrome
Gotta be careful what you say on the phone
I'm 36 O's away
From givin' the mic up and goin' back to the streets (naw)
What's the difference, I still eat the same
A nigga paranoid, I still sleep the same
You niggaz rappin' 'bout blow, like it's a fad
Nigga this is my life, I ain't tryna set trends
'Cause everybody knows how that brick-road ends
Heartless, maybe I need to see the Wizard
Until then, Imma make it snow blizzards

(Young Jeezy)

I stay on the block, and risk my life
Day in and day out until a nigga sold out
You niggaz playin', I show you what that street shit 'bout
Hit you right up with them thangs, and come back with the chains
Might cook it in the stove, might cook it in the microwave
Either way it's gonna sell, still weigh it on the scale
You rappin' ass niggaz ain't never sold no yams
I'm talkin' sucka free Sundays and iced out Mondays
Pin up Tuesdays and body tap Wednesdays
You was in the studio, I was on the block
In the kitchen at the spot goin' hard with the blocks
25 for the four ways, choppaz by the door ways...

Young Jeezy

**Prenses** · 07.11.08, 16:48

Thug Motivation 101

Ay, ay, you gotta believe, you gotta believe,
Ay, ay, you gotta believe, you gotta believe
"let's get it"

I used to hit the kitchen lights "lights" cockroaches everywhere
Hit the kitchen lights "lights", now it's marble floors everywhere "ha ha"
Call the carpenter, the roof on the coups gone "jeah"
Give a **** what he sold i'm the truth holms "that's right"
Kitchen fumed up, niggas jamming 2pac "jeah"
Get my Benni Hanna's on workin' 2 pots "damn"
Baby need shoes partner need bail money
Blood hound for the bread I just smell money
You niggas just write I recollect "recollect"
Hands on Jeezy really counted them checks "yea"
I'm Donald Trump in a white tee and white ones "yeah"
The conversation is money nigga, you want some? "ay"

Ay, ay, ay you gotta believe, Ay, you gotta believe. Ay,
You ain't never seen them pies
I'm talkin' so much white, it'll hurt your eyes
I really lived it man, counting so much paper, it'll hurt your hands
"let's get it"

I'm what the streets made me, a product of my environment "jeah"
Took what the streets gave me, a product of my environment "ay"
Now it's 28 inches on a brand new hummer "humma"
Telling you right now it's gone be a cold summa "yeah"
Blew the brains out the Chevy call it suicide "Side"
It's a way of life that's how us young niggas ride "that's right"
Trap or die gave 'em hope
They waiting on the sequel "jeah"
It's clear to see the boy Jeezy do it for the people "Ay"

Ay, ay, ay you gotta believe, Ay, you gotta believe. Ay,
You ain't never seen them pies
I'm talkin' so much whit it'll hurt your eyes
I really lived it man counting so much paper it'll hurt your hands

I'm the author of the book, yea a genius wrote it "jeah"
There's a message in my words you gotta decode it "ay"
I seen it all every gram every bird "what"
I spit the truth every noun every verb "that's right"
I never exaggerated one line one dime "dime"
Never lied to the people not one time "neva"
A hard head make a soft ass "ay" and hard white it get you str8 cash "ha ha"

Ay, ay, ay you gotta believe, Ay, you gotta believe. Ay,
You ain't never seen them pies
I'm talkin' so much whit it'll hurt your eyes
I really lived it man counting so much paper it'll hurt your hands...

Young Jeezy

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07.11.08, 16:31	#21 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	My Hood My Hood Every time I do it I do it for my 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'll front you a 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 January til the end of December Wasn't smokin purple then it was more like bobby brown On that hen straight dog got a nigga drinking 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!) 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 pointing 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 ****in 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 Closest I been in the commercial's when I watch TV And everybody know I rep these streets faithfully Ford Taurus pull up everybody run White boys jump out pointing wit they guns Ford Taurus leave everybody came back Hope dem boyz didn't find my sack... Young Jeezy

07.11.08, 16:33	#22 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Soul Survivor Soul Survivor Convict Akon and Young Jeezy Tryin' to take it easy Only way to go And So (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 (Yeah) 'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now) If you a rida (Yeah) Or just a Soul Survivor (Young Jeezy) (Let's get it) Tonight I can't sleep we livin' in Hell (Yeah) First they, give us the work then they throw us in jail (Ay) Road Trip ya I'm trafficing in the white Please Lord don't let me go to jail tonight (Yeah) Who Me? I'm a Soul Survivor Ask about 'em in the street, the boy Jeez a rida (Jeez a rida) A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah life sucks **** the club, dawg, I rather count a million bucks (Ay) (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 (Yeah) 'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now) If you a rida (Yeah) Or just a Soul Survivor (Young Jeezy) Another day, another dolla (dolla) same block, same nigga, same part, same green I guess we got the same dreams (Ay) Or is it the same nightmares (nightmares) We let the doves do it for us we don't cry tears (That's right) Real niggaz don't budge When Mail Man got his time he shot birds at the judge (Yeah) I'm knee deep in the game So when it's time to re up, I'm knee deep in the cane (Damn) Real talk, Look, I'm tellin' you mayne (tellin' you mayne) If you get jammed up don't mention my name Forgive me Lord I know I aint livin' right Gotta feed the block, niggaz starvin', they got appitites (Ay) 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) (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 (Yeah) 'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now) If you a rida (Yeah) Or just a Soul Survivor (Young Jeezy) Gotta watch er' move 'cuz them eyes be on you (eyes be on you) Gotta drive real cool when them pies be on you (pies be on you) Just because we stack paper and we ball outrageous (ball outrageous) Them alphabet boys gotta us under survalence (Ay) (Like animals) They lock us in cages The same nigga that's a star when you put 'em on stages I aint cheat played the hand I was dealt Tried to tax the grand pearl when I got it myself (Let's Get It) No nuts, no glory (no glory) My biography, you damn right, the true story (Yeah) Set the city on fire, and I didn't even try (try) Run these streets all day, I can sleep when I die (Ay) (Akon) 'Cuz if you lookin' for me you you can find me On the block disobeyin' the law Real G thoroughbred from the streets Pants saggin' with my gun in my draws Just to keep on movin' now Just to keep on movin' now Just to keep on movin' now Just to keep on movin' now (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 (Yeah) 'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now) If you a rida (Yeah) Or just a Soul Survivor... Young Jeezy

07.11.08, 16:35	#23 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Standing Ovation Standing Ovation (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 (yeeah) 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) 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 (yeeah) 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 (daaamn) **** 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 (yeeeah) 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 (yeeeah) 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) 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

07.11.08, 16:36	#24 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Still On It Still On It Ya ya ey ya I'm back mother**ers ya Ha ha ha ha ha ha This sounds like one nigga I ain't tryna sale 10 million copies nigga I'm tryna sale a million 10 times nigga It's another anthem right here nigga I told you niggas I do this shit It sounds like an anthem nigga I do this shit What you say nigga? I told you motherers I'll be right back (chea) Shooting dice in my hood must of lost 8 stacks (whew) Ain't nothing to a G hop back in my mayback (damnnn) But I'm only riding this 'cause the Chevy's in the shop (ha ha) 5-0-2 with the chrome n seats (I'm so excited) Ya damn right I can't wait (yeah) It's my birthday I got big cake (that's right) Rubic's cube you know we keep them white squares (hey) Catch me in the e a mill looking for them bucks (bucks) They pay a 24 I'm on my way with the ducks (yep) 26 inches make you sit up like a truck (naw) I use to give a damn but I never gave a (that's what's up) I said that d boy bullshit yeah I'm still on it I gotta half a brick left do anybody want it They going for the 10 you can get 'em for the 8 Just holla at you boy when you tryna get straight I said that d boy bullshit yeah I'm still on it Think I gotta needle left do anybody want it They going for the 5 you can get 'em for the 4 We keep it round here just let a nigga know I'm on the block all day With them blocks all day (damn) Straight splurge up in linen Should I shop all day (ey) Shut down champs did the food in product Ya it's just a white tee but the shoes is Prada (yeah) I gotta bag full of stones and a pocket full of pills Call me the X-men keep a pocket full of pills (ey) Imagine this so much ice and a watch (how much?) You would of thought time froze (whew) Welcome to my life ya the first episode Never miss a beat I gotta mini time code Still count a quarter mill with my ing eyes closed (damn) In one hand behind my back get a ing blind fold (ey) I'm so hot you know niggas ain't cool The boy get new money like the first day of school Stay fresh like the first day of class 20 bricks and three choppas sold in one stash It'll cost ya 40grand and you gotta pay cash Them blunts burn slow but that paper come fast The garbage man you niggas so trash I'm first place you niggas so last In I'm back to the future niggas so past I know what you thinkin' that mother**ers so fast That boy Young Jeezy I'm suppose to cut Instead of getting money nigga this how you suppose to look... Young Jeezy

07.11.08, 16:38	#25 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Streets On Lock Streets On Lock Ay ay ay chea ay ay Let's get it These niggas just hating they ain't talking bout shit I'm a grown ass man I flip my own brick I don't need yo help I can own my own dick Ain't no mother**er help me write my rhymes Ain't no nigga pay for my studio time See me at the top and want to claim my fame Nigga took my chain yea motherin right You better off saying a nigga took my life Want to assassinate my character but I ain't acting It ain't adding up so you niggas subtracting B.I.G. said it first more money more problems The why I see it more problems more money (whatsup) I got the streets on lock Atlanta on my back I do it for the hood You got a problem with that Real nigga so this rap shit easy (when I speak) Theses niggas believe me cause bitch I'm Jeezy Eyes wide shut I don't see these niggas Cause deep in your heart you want to be me nigga Want to stand in my shoes Want to ** my hoes Want to live my life Want to rock my shows (noo) Ya young punks with ya loose ass lips I keep a AR with them loose ass clips What type of real nigga name himself after a bag Nigga you's a hoe, a Loui Vuitton fag My name ain't dick so keep it out ya mouth It is what it is look I am Da South (that's right) Big Mac you niggas small fries You just another nigga I'm more like the franchise (whatsup) I was born in the Field raised in Atlanta Pop busted a nut here so I was made in Atlanta (ha ha) Mat Lew died so I stayed in Atlanta Had a plug on the squares got paid in Atlanta 22's on the 2-door it sits so right Ice tray on my wrist yea it shines so bright Make moves in the day and I ball by night 9&11 Porsche I was on that flight 5'9, 6'1 I call'em the twin towers Had them on the triple stack Hit'em both in the shower Pedal to the medal bout a buck 85 Mr. 17-5 slow head well I drive (whatsup) Ay ay ay che ay... Young Jeezy

07.11.08, 16:40	#26 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Talk To Em Talk To Em Like the person needs his soul 'uh huh, jeahFight the will 'ay' to need his own 'ay, ay, ay'Just talk to em for a minute, ay just talk to em for a minuteLike the baby 'ay' needs to cry 'uh huh jeahif you go 'ay" I swear 'jeah' ill die 'ay, ay, ay How the **** 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 'ayAnd 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 understandLike the baby 'please, look, ayneeds to cry 'make em understand, ay, ay, ayif 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 godKnew 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 rightWe used to laugh wouldn't shit funny 'nawLate 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 hurtsShe treats a nigga like im the scum of the life 'scum of the earthIn 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 'ayFight 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 understandLike the baby 'ay' needs to 'I love you Mat Loucry 'uh huh, talk to emif you go 'I ont think they understand me my niggaI 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 Love you mat lou... Young Jeezy

07.11.08, 16:42	#27 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Tear It Up Tear It Up (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 (Lloyd) Red dogs hit my trap Got me four a half a song been trapin' all day Can't wait to get home, Shawty in the bed she ain't got no panties on Soon as I hit the door she already know it's on, 2 logs 2 shots of patron greygoose got her loose A triple stack and it's on talking dirty on the chirp Getting my grown man on Get up in the guts You know it's on 'til the morning 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 ha) Shorty got that fire she ain't let me down yet (nope) Got a Aquafina flow, call it wet wet (damnn) Baby good with her mouth, says the right things Got a head on her shoulders, she does the right things (ha ha) She a bad bitch, ya'll ready know Face like Trina, and an ass like Jackio (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 **** He can make love to you, I'ma beat it up Me and 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 madden 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 ha) Got a fistful of hair, and a fistful of ass (ass) She came first, I came last, roll tha grass (ey) ("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 Canseco, 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 fitted caps... Young Jeezy

07.11.08, 16:44	#28 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	That's How Ya Feel That's How Ya Feel 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 mother**ing window nigga Blow out that dro smoke nigga Tell that nigga that's how the 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, yeeeah) 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 ing vet (yeeah) niggaz cold like banana splits (jeah) That's why I cop the AR with banana clips (ay, ay) 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 (yeeah) 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 ing with a player (ay) We don't just say no, we too busy saying yeeeah 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 mother**ing problem, who wanna solve me dog? (jeah) Got six cell phones, who gonna call me dog? (yeeeah) 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) 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

07.11.08, 16:47	#29 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	The Realist The Realist (Young Jeezy: Talking) Ride on these niggaz I ride on these niggaz I ride on these niggaz (hahaa) I ride on these niggaz Let's get it (Young Jeezy) Super charger, the same color as PJ (yeaaah) I got a champagne range Pick niggaz off, I got a night scope aim (Bah) Audio, video, you caught on tape That's a way to get ya ass sent Upstate (dayyum) In '9 AY! I took them trips down to Lauderdale Back and forth, like Aliyah Chances of gettin' rich is like one in a million (hahaaa) Or more like two in a billion Flashin' lights, my mind's playin' tricks on me But the Minuteman still do tricks on me Swear the feds just starin' at a nigga You know, you feelin' ya heart fall into ya feet Summertime niggaz still ridin' with the heat Jeezy De Niro, Snowman Pacino Real niggaz love me because I talk that lingo (Young Jeezy) And I'm the muh**in' realist They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never sold the weight And I'm the muhin' realist They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never sold the weight And I'm the muhin' realist They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never touched the weight And I'm the muhin' realist They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never touched the weight And I'm the muhin' realist (Young Jeezy) Nowadays the GT's glock black (cheaa) The shoes on that mother**ing 3-80 chrome Gotta be careful what you say on the phone I'm 36 O's away From givin' the mic up and goin' back to the streets (naw) What's the difference, I still eat the same A nigga paranoid, I still sleep the same You niggaz rappin' 'bout blow, like it's a fad Nigga this is my life, I ain't tryna set trends 'Cause everybody knows how that brick-road ends Heartless, maybe I need to see the Wizard Until then, Imma make it snow blizzards (Young Jeezy) I stay on the block, and risk my life Day in and day out until a nigga sold out You niggaz playin', I show you what that street shit 'bout Hit you right up with them thangs, and come back with the chains Might cook it in the stove, might cook it in the microwave Either way it's gonna sell, still weigh it on the scale You rappin' ass niggaz ain't never sold no yams I'm talkin' sucka free Sundays and iced out Mondays Pin up Tuesdays and body tap Wednesdays You was in the studio, I was on the block In the kitchen at the spot goin' hard with the blocks 25 for the four ways, choppaz by the door ways... Young Jeezy

07.11.08, 16:48	#30 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Thug Motivation 101 Thug Motivation 101 Ay, ay, you gotta believe, you gotta believe, Ay, ay, you gotta believe, you gotta believe "let's get it" I used to hit the kitchen lights "lights" cockroaches everywhere Hit the kitchen lights "lights", now it's marble floors everywhere "ha ha" Call the carpenter, the roof on the coups gone "jeah" Give a **** what he sold i'm the truth holms "that's right" Kitchen fumed up, niggas jamming 2pac "jeah" Get my Benni Hanna's on workin' 2 pots "damn" Baby need shoes partner need bail money Blood hound for the bread I just smell money You niggas just write I recollect "recollect" Hands on Jeezy really counted them checks "yea" I'm Donald Trump in a white tee and white ones "yeah" The conversation is money nigga, you want some? "ay" Ay, ay, ay you gotta believe, Ay, you gotta believe. Ay, You ain't never seen them pies I'm talkin' so much white, it'll hurt your eyes I really lived it man, counting so much paper, it'll hurt your hands "let's get it" I'm what the streets made me, a product of my environment "jeah" Took what the streets gave me, a product of my environment "ay" Now it's 28 inches on a brand new hummer "humma" Telling you right now it's gone be a cold summa "yeah" Blew the brains out the Chevy call it suicide "Side" It's a way of life that's how us young niggas ride "that's right" Trap or die gave 'em hope They waiting on the sequel "jeah" It's clear to see the boy Jeezy do it for the people "Ay" Ay, ay, ay you gotta believe, Ay, you gotta believe. Ay, You ain't never seen them pies I'm talkin' so much whit it'll hurt your eyes I really lived it man counting so much paper it'll hurt your hands I'm the author of the book, yea a genius wrote it "jeah" There's a message in my words you gotta decode it "ay" I seen it all every gram every bird "what" I spit the truth every noun every verb "that's right" I never exaggerated one line one dime "dime" Never lied to the people not one time "neva" A hard head make a soft ass "ay" and hard white it get you str8 cash "ha ha" Ay, ay, ay you gotta believe, Ay, you gotta believe. Ay, You ain't never seen them pies I'm talkin' so much whit it'll hurt your eyes I really lived it man counting so much paper it'll hurt your hands... Young Jeezy

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