Young Jeezy - Stylin' Lyrics

Stylin' Lyrics - Young Jeezy

Niggas wanna do it, niggas f*cking let's do it
This is what I do, so there ain't nothing to it
If the conversation dropped don't speak that fluent
In the club blowing money like a motherf*cking druid, uh?

You see me stylin' all your bitches
You see me stylin' all your bitches
You see me stylin' all your bitches
You see me stylin' all your bitches

Don't step in this bitch, and I got plenty to blow
Took your chain and took your bottles
If you're smart, you're at your hoe
Hey nigga know they ain't fucking with your mister snow
I swear I get a buzz every time you f*cking blow
I am killing myself, I am killing this shit
Don't make me go there, I'll spill a mill in this bitch
See I'm humping that ferrari like I'm stealing this bitch
Yeah the sun came up and we still in this bitch
What?

You see me stylin' all your bitches
You see me stylin' all your bitches
You see me stylin' all your bitches
You see me stylin' all your bitches

Simon said take off the top
Tan is a half of block
.. never hit him, man I swear it never stops
Plus she got her and a thousand niggas till next spot
You the best that never did it, never done it, thanks a lot
You can say that you're related then you know I'm going in
If they 25 a piece, then you know I'm buying ten
If they find a . her ass she goes to jail
If you here with your eyes, your ass you need the skill

You see me stylin' all your bitches
You see me stylin' all your bitches
You see me stylin' all your bitches
You see me stylin' all your bitches

Damn right it's all true, pay your dues and make new
Yeah I stay away from niggas, heard them niggas bad news
Say the street come in to save them, nigga tellin on the streets
Threating her to hate on you, you know why shit is weak
Cut down, pistol up, you know I'm on a...
Looking for a stall red mona, Obviously a freak?
If that Wussy good as I think it is, I'ma .
I don' win ahead, and the bill won't let me sleep
What?

You see me stylin' all your bitches
You see me stylin' all your bitches
You see me stylin' all your bitches
You see me stylin' all your bitches

I am killing myself, I am killing this shit
Don't make me go there, I'll spill a mill in this bitch
I am killing myself, I am killing this shit
Don't make me go there, I'll spill a mill in this bitch

Niggas wanna do it, niggas f*cking let's do it
This is what I do, so there ain't nothing to it
If the conversation dropped don't speak that fluent
In the club blowing money like a motherf*cking druid, uh?

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Young Jeezy - Streets On Lock Lyrics

Streets On Lock Lyrics - Young Jeezy

Ay..Ay..Ay..Chea..Ay ..Ay..
Let's get it

[Verse 1]
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 motherfucker 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 motherfuckin 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 (what'sup)

[Hook]
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
[x2]

[Verse 2]
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 fuck my hoes
Want to live my life
Want to rock my shows (noooo)
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 (what'sup)

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
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 (what'sup)

[Hook]

Ay.. Ay.. Ay.. Chea..Ay

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Young Jeezy - Street Niggaz Lyrics

Street Niggaz Lyrics - Young Jeezy

[Feat Dee Money]

[Young Jeezy Chorus]
Street niggaz...
Real niggaz..
Street niggaz...
Gangsta niggaz...
Real niggaz...
Street niggaz...

[Dee Money Verse 1]
I relate to niggaz and they relate to me
Real niggas do real things that's how it supposed to be
Cut from the same clothes make the same shirt
Probably had the same glock and got the same worth
I'll whack ya ass and skip to da N.O
And lay low in the projects with my kin-folk
AK-47 with the shoulder strap Set it off had it sounded
Like the Nolia clap Got 2 strikes nigga dodgin the
P.O,P.O's This real life leave ya brains in da thresh hole
I a street nigga mayne pimpin ain't easy leave da block
Silent holla at em Jeezy.

[Young Jeezy Chorus]
Street niggaz...
Real niggaz...
Street niggaz...
Gangsta niggaz...
Real niggaz...
Street niggaz...

[Young Jeezy Verse 2]
It's my style They jockin my slang
Im a real street nigga
We ain't the same nigga Im grown nigga
So play wit your own kids I'm a street nigga
I was born in da streetz kid One white girl left
Save the last dance My partner said you want it
Well this your last chance Funny how a Murder can get u 50 years
Like a Co-defendent makin deals like he work at Sears
Still posted like a stripper dawg
Judge gettin mo money then a stripper dawg
Play the game how it go nigga running niggsz quicker then a
Kitchen sink dirty south nigga on my way 2 da bank

[Young Jeezy Chorus]
Street niggaz...
Real niggaz...
Street niggaz...
Gangsta niggaz...
Real gangstas...
Street niggaz...

[Dee Money Verse 3]
Ha Ha I leave white niggaz in da attic
Keep a pistol in my hand nigga semi-automatic
I killed the nigga round the corner
Now the blocks hot leavin da street posted cause i stay
On da block Glocks poppin like viagra
Nigga comin threw, shakin and wakin up niggas viagra
And they might talk cause they hatin man
Im a street poet leave niggaz fadin in my tracks
I stay posted on da block posted up wit da mack
By da 1st of the month Time to pop a new nigga
Steals car steal clothes steal jews from dat nigga
I Got a bankroll stashed like im livin in a mansion
Nigga i never smile aint nuttin funny cause Dee Money Comadore
Gets Nuttin but da money.

[Dee Money Talkin]
Yeah Mayne Dis Ya Boy Dee Money Comadore Ha Ha 9th Ward's Finest
Nigga dis 2006 jeezy dis a new year mayne so we gotta give it
2'em raw ha ha.
[Young Jeezy Chorus]
Street niggaz...
Real niggaz...
Street niggaz...
Gangsta niggaz...
Real niggaz...
Street niggaz...

Street niggaz...
Real niggaz...
Street niggaz...
Gangsta niggaz...
Real niggaz...
Street niggaz...

Ha ha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Young Jeezy - Straight Up Out The Rarri Lyrics

Straight Up Out The Rarri Lyrics - Young Jeezy

[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Straight up out the rarri nigga
Straight up out the rarri nigga

Hat cocked
Glocked cocked
White t
White ones
Straight up out the rarri nigga
Hat cocked
Glocked cocked
White t
White one's
Laced up no socks(chea)
I'm da truth I don't tell lies
Straight g nigga u can see it n my eyes
We ain't playin' ova here ain't shit funny
5 whole days jus 2 count da real money(daaaaamn)
Had to send them 2 da store 3 times mane(why)
Couldn't hold the crack money ran out of rubbabands
I'm a real nigga nuthin like deze otha guys
I'm da best bitch til u show me otha wize(dats rite)
Keep it on the lap nigga not da glove department
Betta listen lil daddy dis sum georgia 4 u
I'm a motha fuckin g I ain't neva been a bitch
All deze wanna be gangstas on sum frooty ol' shit I tell em (A! )
Mix me with dat rap [x2]
Buck on one u could damn sho git it
50 rounds off top I'm a dam sho hit it(dats riiiiite)
Mix me with dat rap [x2]

(RICK ROSS)
I'm treated like a king when I'm down in port of prince
Bitch I do my thing das one thing that they taught a prince
You get the bird I get the dove I'm myself speaking coz
If your talk you betta talk running your mouth who could they own
Niggahz beginners trecleo for dinner
Bullet proof the car so front tinting the windows
I'm affiliated were true worriers yeah it's ricky ross notorious
Cocaine ma game I show you how to flip that thang
The change that came (the cars) the prisons all the same
Ima drug dealer thug niggah get the yayo ricky ross (trillaaaaaaaa)

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Young Jeezy - Stop Playing Wit Me Lyrics

Stop Playing Wit Me Lyrics - Young Jeezy

[Chorus:]
Stop playin with me [x3] Ya'll betta actin like they fuckin with young
Wateva, u knw they ain't fuckin with young, who betta?

[Bridge:]
Thank the lord man they finaly freed my nigga Slick, next week they turned
Around and killed my nigga Tick. Need we gone miss ya cause need u cn trust
Tht so fucked up about it I couldn't call Buck back.

[Verse 1:]
On my 100 blunt feeling like ah loonitic please lord tell me y they killed
My nigga Tick cash filled stand up neva lay down, put it to the back of his
Dome need tell em lay down, need niqqa stay down, we used to stay down,
Made my first 1500 right on the play ground, got a fresh one need a half
Right by the swings. First nigga try to creep my shit pull out them things.

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Hold up I ain't likeing how this goin, just a few summers ago I had it
Snowing if that motherfucka snow man piece I had it glowin pink perrya
Rosay I had I bowin word on the street If them birds u had em sowin used to
Hate countin the 10s need 5s thought it was borin need how tht nigga fold
All tht he wnt towin who knew I get them federal chips if I was towin I
Pulled up at the ghetto need shit in somethin foreign cause I'm straight up
Out that federal shit got nun [? ] knw y he say he act all funny u hella
Sound right same nigga told u that shit the hell u knw

[Chorus]

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Young Jeezy - Still On It Lyrics

Still On It Lyrics - Young Jeezy

[intro]
Ya ya ey ya
Im back muthafuckas ya
Haha haha haha
This sounds like one nigga
I aint tryna sale 10 million copies nigga
Im tryna sale a million 10 times nigga
Its anotha anthem right here nigga
I told u niggas i do dis shit
It sounds lyke a anthem nigga
I do this shit
What you say nigga

[verse 1]
I told u muthafuckas i'll be right back (chea)
Shootin dice in my hood must of lost 8 stacks
(whew)
Aint nuttin to a G hop back in my mayback (dammmnnn)
But im only riding this cuz the chevy's in the shop (haha)
5-0-2 with the chrome n seats (im so exicted)
Ya damn right i can't wait (yeaaaa)
It's my birthday i got big cake (that's right)
Rubrix cube u kno we keep dem white squares (heeey)
Catch me in the e a mill looken fo dem bucks (bucks)
They pay a 24 im on my way wit tha ducks (yeep)
26 inches make you sit up like a truck (naw)
I use to give a damn but i never gave a fuck (dats wutsup)

[hook]
I said dat d boy bullshit yea im still on it
I gotta half a brik left do anybody want it
They goin for da 10 u can get em' for da 8
Just holla at cha boi when you tryna get straight
I said dat d boy bullshit yea im still on it
Think i gotta needle left do anybody want it
They goin for da 5 you can get em for da 4
We keep it round here just let a nigga know

[verse 2]
Im on the block all day
With them blocks all day (dammn)
Straight splurg up in linen
Should i shop all day (eyyyy)
Shut down champs did the food in product
Ya it's just a white tee but the shoes is product (yeeeaaa)
I gotta bag full of stones n a pocket full of pills
Call me da x-men keep a pocket full of pills (eyyyy)
Imagine this so much ice n 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 wit my fuckin eyes closed (dammmmn)
In one hand behind my back get a fuckin blind fold (eyyyy)

[hook]
I said dat d boy bullshit yea im still on it
I gotta half a brik left do anybody want it
They goin for da 10 u can get em' for da 8
Just holla at cha boi when you tryna get straight
I said dat d boy bullshit yea im still on it
Think i gotta needle left do anybody want it
They goin for da 5 you can get em for da 4
We keep it round here just let a nigga know

[verse 3]
Im so hot you know niggas aint cool
The boi get new money like the first day of school
Stay fresh like the first day of class
20bricks n three choppas sold in one stash
It'll cost ya 40grand and ya gotta pay cash
Dem blunts burn slow but that paper come fast
The garbage man you fuck niggas soo trash
Im first place you fuck niggas soo last
In im back to the future fuck niggas soo past
I know what you thinkin' dat muthafuckas so fast
Dat boi young jeezy im suppose to cut
Instead of gettin money nigga dis how u suppose to look

[hook]
I said dat d boy bullshit yea im still on it
I gotta half a brik left do anybody want it
They goin for da 10 u can get em' for da 8
Just holla at cha boi when you tryna get straight
I said dat d boy bullshit yea im still on it
Think i gotta needle left do anybody want it
They goin for da 5 you can get em for da 4
We keep it round here just let a nigga know

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Young Jeezy - Stay Strapped Lyrics

Stay Strapped Lyrics - Young Jeezy

[Intro: Jeezy talkin']
[repeated in the background:] "Stay strapped, stay strapped"
Gyeah!... Aye!
Ya'll already know what time it is, nigga... Aye!
Gyeah!... I'm in the streets err'night nigga, I'm in the club err'night nigga
I don't see these fuck niggas mayn, these niggas talkin' on records mayne
I don't argue with niggas on records, I told you fuckboi - you know what it
Is with me nigga!
You niggas "Protein Gangstas" mayne, know what I'm sayin'.
Always said you gone sign yaself or kill yaself nigga
Well you juss commited suicide bitch, I'm a let you know that too!
Aye, let's get it!

[Verse:]
Snowman bitch, 19.5 apeice (Gyeah!)
So when you take 'em out the wrap, they as white as your teeth (Daaamn)
Keep choppas on deck, stay ready fa beef
Lil' nigga scared shitless, he can't even sleep (Hahaa...)
And you already know what them K's will do
I'll have them pussy nigga scared to stand next to you! (Gyeah!)
Niggas talkin' all tough, steady hidin' and shit
Even his own mama know, Radric Davis a bitch! (Yeeeeaah)
To be honest nigga - there's nothin' Gucci about chu (Whudd!)
You pussy, nigga everythin's COOCHIE about chu (That's riiight!)
See straight thru you nigga, you's a plastic rapper (Aye!)
Nigga all on my dick, where's the magnum wrapper? (Hahaa...)
Murdered 'em on "Black Tee", killed 'em on "Icey" (Yuh!)
Nigga my biggest fan, don't he sound juss like me?
Gassed ya ass up, yeah they played you nigga
So I'm a take ya back apart, 'cause I made you nigga
HB bought your car, HB bought your chain
Left him and then that fat nigga did the same thang (Yuh!)
No loyalty - jumped clique to clique
He's a rappin' prostitue - he jumped dick to dick!
"I'm so Iceeyyyy", and you not icey at all (Aye!)
Ya jewelry look like it came outta middle of the mall
This is eskimo shit, lil' nigga you's a SNOWCONE (Daaamn)
You're in over ya head, pocketbook boi go home
Twelve carats two stones, a hundred thousand a set (Aye!)
My motherfuckin' ears ain't forgave me yet
That old-ass Rolex, you're six years behind me (Aye!)
I got the streets drunk and six beers behind me (Wooo)
When you was dreamin' bout bread nigga, I had the money (Gyeah!)
Signed your whole life away for Dodge Magnum money (Aye!)
Still got 92, 93, 94 money!
You rappin' ass nigga, you juss gettin' show money (Aye!)
King of Decatur? I thought you was from Birmingham
Shouldnt've asked for it, if you know you ain't have it man
I got a family in the 'Ville, and it's Crip in the Mac-Town (West Ssside!)
Nigga you ain't heard? - I'm the man in the A-Town
It's some "Boyz N Ya Hood" do anythin' fa Jeezy
So if I want ya lil' ass touched - you dumb, believe me

[Hook:]
(I stay strapped, stay strapped)
Pussy nigga try to play me, I'm a buss his muthafuckin' head on GP
(I stay strapped, stray strapped)
Let a nigga run up on me - keep a carbon 1.5, and them choppas with me
(I stay strapped, stay strapped)
Pussy nigga tryin' to play, I'm a buss his muthafuckin' head on GP
(I stay strapped, stay strapped)
Let a nigga run up on me - keep a carbon 1.5, and them choppas with me

[Outro: Jeezy talkin']
1 thang about it, 2 thangs for sure, 3 thangs for certain mayn (For certain
Nigga!)
We know you a bitch ass nigga, nigga... We know you's a ho' nigga
Ya'll take that nigga back to Central Stadium, nigga gone crazy.
Bitch ass nigga talkin' all tough, hidin' and shit nigga.
We know you's a fuckboi, we know you gay nigga!
Get on the ace and pills and jump in the shower with'cha homeboys
Whatchu think, I ain't know nigga? (DAMN!)
Yeah, I know all about that nigga (Damn...)
I know how HB had to buy ya bitch ass draws nigga
Cause you couldn't afford 'em nigga
Went around talkin' you icey and shit
Now that you done got with some fuck niggas
And you tough now nigga - I know you a bitch nigga!
Juss like I'll slap ya bitch ass like them niggas did in Jazzy T's (Hahaaa...)
You bitch ass nigga, fuck nigga
Wearin' jheri curls in his sophomore year nigga
You's a hoe nigga, we know about you nigga...
What, you mad 'cause I shine in your video fuckboi?
You couldn't take it no more nigga?
You can't assassinate my character nigga, I ain't actin' (Hahaa...)
Nigga that ain't any real Jacob you wearin' either, you fuck ass nigga
Jacob said, He DID NOT make that watch
And you needa get that off, real talk nigga
I'm a show you what my G like, what my crippin' like nigga
Any nigga claimin' what I claim, that nigga come to my city or town nigga
Handle that nigga, nigga hidin' from me dogg
Nigga talkin' all tough, nigga runnin and hidin and shit nigga
Real talk nigga, and I want that motherfuckin' bullshit-ass ICEY chain
'Cause you need to take that monkey shit off you, embaressin' us nigga
Matter of fact, real talk nigga, I got a bounty on that shit nigga - ten stacks
You know Jeezy ain't fake nigga
I know that shit ain't worth that much nigga, but I'm a turn it back in nigga
'Cause a nigga is embaressin us, cuhzz.
So if he come to ya town, you juss happen to snatch that muthafucker off his
Neck or knock that muthafucker off his neck
When I come to your town - shoot it to me, I'm a shoot you the ten stack man
So I can CREMATE that muthafucker (Cremate that motherfucker!)
Know what I'm sayin'? That shit bullshit nigga, real talk nigga
All that rich shit nigga, you better stop that nigga
'Fore I take my tennis shoe money and buy out ya contract fuckboi
Know what I'm talkin' bout
Real talk nigga my TENNIS SHOE like I said fuck nigga
So anytime you wanna see me in the streets like a man
While you doin' all this poppin' on these records nigga
Come see me nigga, 'cause you know what it is nigga
I'll beat cha motherfuckin' ass nigga, that's on err'thang!
And if any one of you fuck niggas
Even act like you wanna pull some steel nigga - let's get to it!
C.T.E. nigga, fuck ya record label, company and ya crew nigga
See me in the street nigga
I'm in the club err'night nigga
Still poppin' bottles doin' my one-two thang nigga
Huh, WHAT'S CRACKIN' NIGGA! Huh, GET AT ME NIGGA!
Ya'll niggas ain't talkin' bout shit
Ya'll keep cancelin' all ya shows you makin' it hard fa us to get at you man
We comin' to extort you I mean, SUPPORT YOU. My bad!
Bitch ass nigga, fuck I look like!
I'm grown nigga, and like I said before fuck nigga...
It's still 4th Ward bitch! Free Slick Pulla nigga!

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Young Jeezy - Standing Ovation Lyrics

Standing Ovation Lyrics - Young Jeezy

[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
Standing ovation

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Young Jeezy - Soul Survivor Remix Lyrics

Soul Survivor Remix Lyrics - Young Jeezy

[Intro:]
Convict
Akon,DAD 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)
Ooh yes 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)
Ooh YES a Soul Survivor

[Verse 1 (Young Jeezy):]
(Let's get it)At night 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 yeah--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 (Ha Ha)
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)
Oh yes 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)
Oh yes 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 doves do it for us--we don't cry tears (That's right)
Real niggaz don't budge
When Mail Man got his time he shot birds at the judge (Yeah)
I'm knee deep in the game
So when it's time to re-up, I'm knee deep in the cane (Damn)
Real talk, Look, I'm tellin' you mayne (tellin' you mayne)
If you get jammed up don't mention my name
Forgive me Lord--I know I aint livin' right
Gotta feed the block, niggaz starvin', they got appitites (Ayy)
And this is er'day, it never gets old (Old)
Thought I was a juvenile stuck to the G-Code (ch'Yeah)
This aint a rap song, nigga this is my life (this is my life)
And if the hood was a battlefield then I earned 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)
Oh yes 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)
Oh yes 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)
(Like animals) They lock us in cages
The same nigga that's a star when you put 'em on stages
I aint cheat--played the hand I was dealt
Tried to tax the grand pearl when I got it myself
(Let's Get It) No nuts, no glory (no glory)
My biography, you damn right, the true story (Yeah)
Set the city on fire, and I didn't even try (try)
Run these streets all day, I can sleep when I die (Ayy)

[Verse 4 (DAD):]
I woke up didn't know what was happenin
People on me started to hit and wappin
Me on the back of my head
They hit me so much, so much felt like I was dead
It felt like that without first aid care
Because they attacked me at my bed in my underwear
Now for a minute I was out at the operating room
I saw a bright light so I went fast and zoom
I wasn't scared, The place I was there
At the place that everybody was aware
Of I came back on the operating table
I had a tv but I was sleepin so I didn't watch cable
Because I was busy survivin
3,2,1 CLEAR! I went risin

[Bridge (Akon):]
'Cuz if you lookin' for me 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' 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)
O yes 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)
O yes a Soul Survivor

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Young Jeezy - Soul Survivor Lyrics

Soul Survivor Lyrics - Young Jeezy

[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 (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

[Verse 1 (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 (Ayy)
Road Trip ya--I'm trafficking in the white
Please Lord don't let me go to jail tonight (Yeah)
Who Me? I'm a Soul Survivor
Ask about 'em in the street, the boy Jeez a rida (Jeez a rida)
A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah life sucks
Fuck the club, dawg, I rather count a million bucks (Ayy)

[Chorus (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

[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 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 appetites (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 (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

[Verse 3 (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 surveillance (Ayy)
(Like animals) They lock us in cages
The same nigga that's a star when you put 'em on stages
I aint cheat--played the hand I was dealt
Tried to tax the grand pearl when I got it myself
(Let's Get It) No nuts, no glory (no glory)
My biography, you damn right, the true story (Yeah)
Set the city on fire, and I didn't even try (try)
Run these streets all day, I can sleep when I die (Ayy)

[Bridge (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

[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 (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

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Young Jeezy - Sleep When I Die Lyrics

Sleep When I Die Lyrics - Young Jeezy

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Let's get on this Rose
72 hours straight
Do it like Alpo did it in 88
Step up in this bitch in an MCM suit
38 snub in my MCM boots
Young what you smoking on
I call it 6 c-notes
Got it on the westside, cost me 6 c-notes
Nigga sold it to me so hot call him heatstroke
Poured all the powder on the table make a ski slope
You looking at me young rich porter and some raybans
Bitch I'm finna blow the money trial, this my rain dance
I'm a have my name ringing so loud it wake the feds up
Tell the DA we on our way, make the beds up
I ain't trippin on shit man I sleep when I get down
Young your going out tomorrow night, I'm like shit yeah
Every night the club be open bitch we in there
Tell em all the bottles on me, I broke brick for it

[Chorus:]
I'm a sleep when I die
Sleep, sleep when I die
Sleep when I die
Sleep, sleep when I die

I got vodka in my left, champagne in my right
I do it real big, this could be my last night

I'm a sleep when I die
Sleep, sleep when I die
Sleep when I die
Sleep, sleep when I die

I'm gon tell y'all something right now I'm too high
My name is snowman bitch I'm a sleep when I die

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
We count money all day, why you think my hands hurt
Know I can't serve a nigga that, that my man's work
You ain't a four wall on hold that's a kitkat
Another nigga want a heinekin that's a six pack
Cocaine cowboys business now horses
And every now you might catch us in some Porsche's
And sellin that soft shit as white as air forces
And got that rap button nigga ain't she gorgeous
Fall up in the spot, poppin bottles like [? ]
PJ [? ] bitch don't bring me no Cristal
Whoel clique Champagne like we won the World Cup
Pull up in that champagne thing, fuck the World up
What type of hood nigga wearing yellow gold rolex
The weight man bitch the whole hood call me Bo flex
Either the yellow hand Lamb or the starburst 'rari
I'm doing too much for you niggas I'm sorry

[Chorus:]
I'm a sleep when I die
Sleep, sleep when I die
Sleep when I die
Sleep, sleep when I die

I got vodka in my left, champagne in my right
I do it real big, this could be my last night

I'm a sleep when I die
Sleep, sleep when I die
Sleep when I die
Sleep, sleep when I die

I'm gon tell y'all something right now I'm too high
My name is snowman bitch I'm a sleep when I die

[Bridge:]
Just roll the ball til them folks come get ya
But you gotta spend it all cause you can't take it with ya
Just roll the ball til them folks come get ya
Yeah I see them boys watching, tell them niggas take a picture
Just roll the ball til them folks come get ya
But you gotta do it big
So when you gone the streets miss ya
Just roll the ball til them folks come get ya
I ain't never gon sleep cause I'm trying to get richer

[Chorus]

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Young Jeezy - Showtime Lyrics

Showtime Lyrics - Young Jeezy

Aye (haha)
Aye (young)

Pass me my mic, yeah
Soundman get me right
I hope you bitches ready cuz it's goin down tonight
Tell 'em it's show time,
Tell 'em it's show time,
Tell 'em it's show time,
Tell 'em it's show time.

I got it packed front to back ooh wee
Look at all these real niggas and they came to see me
Tell 'em it's show time,
Tell 'em it's show time,
Tell 'em it's show time,
Tell 'em it's show time.

I heard the hood up in here
Well let me hear ya
I see the jack boys lookin
Don't make me kill ya
I walk that, talk that
Been there, bought that
Dropped this, whipped that
Sold this, know that
Feds take pictures, so what kodaks
That don't stop shit,
More work, more stacks
More cars, more clothes
Good weed, more hoes
More choppas, more cash
In da maze, Okay
No way jose', young price to high
No front, cash out
That's right, we buy
More clubs, more fun
More bottles, more guns
I rob no one
Please sit and have fun

Pass me my mic, (yeah)
Soundman get me right
I hope you bitches ready cuz it's goin down tonight
Tell 'em it's show time,
Tell 'em it's show time,
Tell 'em it's show time,
Tell 'em it's show time.

I got it packed front to back ooh wee
Look at all these real niggas and they came to see me
Tell 'em it's show time,
Tell 'em it's show time,
Tell 'em it's show time,
Tell 'em it's show time.

Yeah the bitches hard, but I'm so much harder
They ask me how I made it, I was so much smarter
Gotta focus on your strengths, motherfuck your weaknesses
Yall know I stay hot, so why they know all my weaknesses
They say, Oh he's so G,
Killed that slowly
My swag, my flow
Swagga jackers yall know
Beleive them you're dumb
There's only one young
Since there's only one young
The fuck these bitches come from
I know, They know I go so hard
I know, they know I'm really so hard
Full house, packed show
Bad bitches, front row
Trap stars in the back,
87's full of stacks

Pass me my mic, (yeah)
Soundman get me right
I hope you bitches ready cuz it's goin down tonight
Tell 'em it's show time,
Tell 'em it's show time,
Tell 'em it's show time,
Tell 'em it's show time

I got it packed front to back ooh wee
Look at all these real niggas and they came to see me
Tell 'em it's show time,
Tell 'em it's show time,
Tell 'em it's show time,
Tell 'em it's show time.

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Young Jeezy - Shake Life Lyrics

Shake Life Lyrics - Young Jeezy

[Young Jeezy - Verse 1]
Got a million on my mind while I'm brushing my teeth
Say the hustlers prayer than I'm back to these streets
A million muthaf-ckas throwin salt on my name
A million muthaf-ckas throwin salt on my game
Can't hear you bitch ass niggas yeah I'm sorry
Too busy switchin these gears in my Ferrari
Roof do gymnastics, shits like magic
Life like traffic, this shit here classic
Worked the Nino Brown, went to chill in the Bahamas
I was all in the hood, got some head in the Bahama's
Why you smokin' 'bout a six? It suppress my pain
Talk about a real nigga when you mention my name
I'm a simple man, want the money, f-ck fame
While you stay the same, everybody else change
Oh nooo but I'm going out tonight though
And drink til I'm f-cked up like them white folks

[Chorus]
I know it look bad, it's gon be alright
Keep them bottles coming we gon be here all night
Roll them swishas up, we about to take flight
Need a set of new dice yeah, I'm 'bout the shake life
'Bout the shake life
Yeah I'm 'bout the shake life
'Bout the shake life
Yeah we 'bout the shake life
And live every night like it's Friday night
Need a set of new dice
We 'bout the shake life

[Young Jeezy - Verse 2]
I'm 'bout the shake life that's word to my momma
The work come in, yeah it's on Your Honour
Give me all the time in the World and I quote
You give me a hundred years but I won't be broke
When you broke, treat you like a bad joke
Niggas laugh at you when they know it aint funny
Government playin' round with everybody money
Got us brainwashed so we all big dummies
War in these streets everyday like Libya
Will I get shot in the head? it's like Trivia
CNN tryna get us to hate all the Muslims
Them niggas never talkin the truth so don't trust 'em
Niggas out there die about true religion
Young niggas over here dying over True Religions
So f-ck it all I'm going out tonight though
Drink til I'm f-cked up like them white folks

[Chorus]
I know it look bad, it's gon be a'ight
Keep them bottles coming we gon be here all night
Roll them swishas up, we about to take flight
Need a set of new dice yeah, I'm 'bout the shake life
'Bout the shake life
Yeah I'm 'bout the shake life
'Bout the shake life
Yeah we 'bout the shake life
And live every night like it's Friday night
Need a set of new dice
We 'bout the shake life

[Young Jeezy - Verse 3]
Supposed to live everyday just like it's your last
Smile at these suckas while you spending your cash
Ball til you fall, how long it's gon last
The only thing that matters is how long is your cash
So holla when you see me out stuntin in these cars
When you looking at a niggas do you niggas see my scars
Stab me in the back, that's right the game cut me
I got it all but lost all my dogs, the game f-cked me
Some in cemeteries, and the rest got 30
Why I'm so clean tonight cause life dirty
These jockin ass rappers tryna jock my fresh
Remind me of seventh grade, when they was jockin' my Guess
I aint gonna lie, shit I had it back then
8 for an O, I can lease bout 10
So f-ck it all shit I'm going out tonight though
And drink til I'm f-cked up like them white folk

[Chorus]

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Young Jeezy - Rough Lyrics

Rough Lyrics - Young Jeezy

I say I... I take my team to the top
... you know they came with the tough
In a... that we love, in a brand new...
I ain't pay for the roof, cause we no likely to...

Chorus:
I make it rough on you niggers
I make it rough on your house
Quarter brick on my pocket,
I spit that shit on my clothes
You know it cost a few hundred,
Yeah, you used to see what I...
... I bought that shit for my foes
I make it rough on you niggers
I make it rough on your whores

... I think I...
I think I did young chris, I made my...
Me niggers don't...
... nigger don't like the killer,
Don't like that when I see him!
I call my house sealed,
My house feels like a museum
You got me bullshit snow, maybe it's a coliseum
What kind of... you got on?
I've got the keys on my pocket, like I'm ready for war!
... scratch on the cereal number,
I got pulled up in the truck, the bitches get me your number
... doing big, eight hundred for...
You know that bitch...

Chorus:
I make it rough on you niggers
I make it rough on your house
Quarter brick on my pocket,
I spit that shit on my clothes
You know it cost a few hundred,
Yeah, you used to see what I...
... I bought that shit for my foes
I make it rough on you niggers
I make it rough on your whores
I make it rough on you niggers
I make it rough on your whores
I make it rough on you niggers
I make it rough on your whores

I make it rough on these niggers,
Man, I make it rough on these whores,
But... still got that colors on...
They like to dust up their nose,
... on these bitches,
Get brain and bust on their clothes,
Might be my last time...
Niggers rap but it ain't...
Is that right?
You heard about the...
Try to get my niggers young to...

Chorus:
I make it rough on you niggers
I make it rough on your house
Quarter brick on my pocket,
I spit that shit on my clothes
You know it cost a few hundred,
Yeah, you used to see what I...
... I bought that shit for my foes
I make it rough on you niggers
I make it rough on your whores
I make it rough on you niggers
I make it rough on your whores
I make it rough on you niggers
I make it rough on your whores

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Young Jeezy - Rap Game Lyrics

Rap Game Lyrics - Young Jeezy

Verse 1
They like young where u been niggaz acting like I got ghost
Till I came back in that black on black phantom ghost
Looking better the picasso ya'll should frame me
Killing niggaz kunta kinte ya'll should hang me

Rap game fucked up but u can't blame me
Seen em come seen em go U kno how the game be
Snowman's back young u to wild
Had to switch it up man niggaz tryna steal the style

Anyway any how the stering wheel black and mild
Make the broad back that ass up think I'm juvenile
My leather to soft just like wayne and baby nem
Teacher ask me what I wanna be told dat bitch a atm
Dream was to turn my whole block into a cvs
Can't trust then broads around the way them bitches devious
Drop it in watch it make it circle like a dvd
62 and 1 25 half a quarter key

Rap game fucked up but u can't blame me
Seen em come seen em go U kno how the game be
Snowman's back young u to wild
Had to switch it up man niggaz tryna steal the style

Anyhow anyway it's snitches born everyday
Best thing to do is get yo money and stay out the way
Hustla of the year damn right let's be very clear
If u sell them brick to rocks to stone now it's belvedere
Posted on the block with the choppas guess it's voka now
Hard slowed up niggaz switched playing socca now
Do it for the killa and the dealers kno u heard of me
Young came back to save the day see the urgency

Rap game fucked up but u can't blame me
Seen em come seen em go U kno how the game be
Snowman's back young u to wild
Had to switch it up man niggaz tryna steal the style

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Young Jeezy - Quit Actin' Lyrics

Quit Actin' Lyrics - Young Jeezy

(Feat. Jagged Edge)

[Chorus: Jagged Edge]
Quit actin shawty
You know you wanna holla
You know you wanna holla
You know you wanna holla
Quit actin shawty
You know you wanna holla
You know you wanna holla
You know you wanna holla at me

Im a real ghetto star baby ya ever been with one of those
04 cayenne ya ever rode in one of those
I aint lookin for a wife I'm lookin for a fun girl
Dress her up and treat her nice bring her to my fun world
I know you prolly hungry baby we can grab a bite den
Later on tonight, introduce her to my gangsta friend
The first time I saw you girl a gangsta had to stop and look
Lately you been on my mind me and you a good look
No strings girl, no pressure
I just wanna see you smile I aint even tryna stress ya
And I know what you thinkin
How can a nigga this hood just say the right thing to make ya feel so good

[Chorus x2:]
Quit actin shawty
You know you wanna holla
You know you wanna holla
You know you wanna holla
Quit actin shawty
You know you wanna holla
You know you wanna holla
You know you wanna holla at me

Look at you gurl
Im feelin you gurl
Lets hit the club tonight, bring ya crew gurl
Later on I wanna see what you taste like
Break a swisher down get higha than the moonlight
(step wit ya favorite thug)
You know its real girl
(got me wantin to beat it up)
You know the deal girl
(whoooooooooo)
I love ya caramel tone
The way you carry yoself
Ya soo damn grown
Ya two steppin and its turnin me on
Ya make me wanna give it to ya baby all night long
Ya got ya seven jeans on with no thong
It aint even that ??????? you dead ass wrong

[Chorus x2:]
Quit actin shawty
You know you wanna holla
You know you wanna holla
You know you wanna holla
Quit actin shawty
You know you wanna holla
You know you wanna holla
You know you wanna holla at me

Yeah im young I know the game baby
And whatever happens I wont say a thang baby
Why ya actin all tough gurl
I bet you the type that like it rough gurl
Or do you like it slow baby
Its all good, just let a gangsta know baby
I love tha way ya moan
Neva have I heard my name in that many tones
Just keep it wet it makes the sex betta
Hit the blunt and make the sex betta
Bed and breakfast, pancakes, cheese, eggs, bacon
Cuz when im finished wit ya ima leave ya legs shakin

[Chorus x2:]
Quit actin shawty
You know you wanna holla
You know you wanna holla
You know you wanna holla
Quit actin shawty
You know you wanna holla
You know you wanna holla
You know you wanna holla at me

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Young Jeezy - Put On Lyrics

Put On Lyrics - Young Jeezy

[Jeezy]
I put on (x4)
I put on for my city, On on for my city (x4)

When they see me up in traffic they say Jeezy on some other shit
Send them pussy niggas runnin straight back to the dealership
Me I'm in my spaceship, that's right I work for Nasa
The 7H is not a fraud, call that bitch my bodyguard
Call that bitch your bodyguard? Yeah, that's my bodyguard
When we're out of jewelry Young gon' do security
It was whiter than a napkin, harder than a dinner plate
If you want it come and get it
You know I stay super straight
Ran up in my spots and now I'm workin' at the Super 8
Know you niggas hungry, come and get a super plate
Y'all sing happy birthday, yeah I got that super cake
Hundred karat bracelet, I use it like some super freight
[Chorus]
I put on for my city, On on for my city
I put on for my city, On on for my city
Put on (east side)
Put on (south side)
Put on (west side)
Put on (x2)

Half bag, top back, ain't nothin but a young thug
HKs, 8 K's, I need to join a gun club
Big wheels, big straps, you know I like it super sized
Passenger's a red bone, her weed look like some curly fries
Inside fish sticks, Outside tartar sauce
Pocket full of celery, imagine what she tellin me
Blowin' on asparagus, the realest shit I ever smoked
Ridicule' to that Trap or Die, the realest shit I ever wrote
They know I got that broccoli, so I keep that glock on me
Don't get caught without one, comin from where I'm from
Call me Jeezy Hamilton, flyin' down Campbellton
So fresh, so clean, On my way to Charlene

[Chorus]

[Kanye]
I put on... (x3)
I put on for my city, I put on for my
I put on for my city, I put on for my city
On

I feel like there's still niggas that owe me checks
I feel like there's still bitches that owe me sex
I feel like this but niggas don't know the stress
I lost the only girl in the world that know me best
I got the money and the fame and that don't mean shit
I got the Jesus on a chain, man that don't mean shit
Cause when the Jesus pieces can't bring me peace
Sure I need just at least one of Russell's nieces
On... I let my nightmares go
I put on, everybody that I knew from the go
I know hoes that was frontin' when they knew he was broke
They say damn, easy easy, you don't know us no more
You got that big fame homie, and you just changed homie
You can ask big homie, man the top sure lonely
So lonely
Let me see what we have tonight (what we have tonight)
I'm high as a satellite (satellite)
I see those flashin lights (flashin lights)
Cause every night (every night)
I put on
[Chorus]

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Young Jeezy - Put On (Remix) Lyrics

Put On (Remix) Lyrics - Young Jeezy

Rest in peace homie, lil Mike let's go...
Chea chea chea chea (ayyy)
I put on (we clear, Sept 2nd homie)
I put on (yea, the recession on the way)
Ayy youngg (yaaa)The recession on the way, hey but on anotha note
Lotta soundin like young, tell em register to quote (ha ha)
See I rolled them back to back like I'm registered to smoke (Daaamn)
Yea I got it on me now but I ain't registered to tote (Let's Goooo)
I put on for my city and I bought a blue 'Ghini
Goddam u just missed me (yeaaa)
Shoulda saw me, shoulda seen me (damm)
Do me favor, see them haters, tell em
Picture me rollin
Same time, watch them feds take the pick on me rollin'
Got a phone call from [? ] put my 'libs on his song
Sold 3 mill like us, goddam I put em on (ha ha)
I put on for my city yea
Billboards err'where
See me 'fore your flight land
See me 'fore your bag claim
Re-up in my city man
U better check your bags man
Shouts-out to the east side
Yea they play them bad games
Shouts-out boys will fly to your home
Yea they play them tag games
Can't forget that west side
Yea they play them mags games
How u forget the north side
Don't know I stay high as hell
87s tickets too
Ya'll know I stay fly as hell (ha ha)
I put on for my city yea
Way before the contracts
Trap-star, step back
Might get u a contact
Rap-star, no strap, might just get your chain snatched
Call young brain stacks
Might just get your chains back
Call my name in the courtroom
Put me on blast
Still shinin on they ass
Yea it's mr birthday bash

[Jay-Z:]
Ay guru, put a lil T-Pain on my xxxx too
You Know what I mean?
Uhhh, I Put Onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn (Oh, you 'bout to put on Hov'?)
G-Mix
I don't need no T-Pain
I got this one
YesssI put Marcie on the map
I put Brooklyn on my back
I put Fat back on the charts
I put Biggie in my in my rap
I put Nas with Def Jam
I let Diddy do my tracks
I put on for my city, that's a motha xxxxxx fact
I put Mike Jack on stages
Summer Jam Billie Jean
I put Prodigy in his place on that summer jam screen
I put green in my truck
Told them leave them streets alone
I predicted jail would happen, xxxx I tried to put 'em on
All these niggas takin credit for the work that I put in
If you really put me on, put yo'self on in
I put NAS on that Hooptie
I put hours in that kitchen
Put that on my tip
Mama, this is fact not fiction
Feds was trying to build a case
I was heading for conviction
Till the greatest flow in the world
Put me in television
I put on for my city so
When I'm dead and gone
I got one last wish
Put my Yankee hat on

[Chorus]

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Young Jeezy - Powder Lyrics

Powder Lyrics - Young Jeezy

[Hook]

[Verse1:]
It's like this 28 was meant to be
I'm doing something mean to it
Doing better then any nigga you ever seen do it haten from the fuck niggas
Got a nice ring to it I guess every real nigga needs his theme music.

[Chorus:]
No one man should have all this powder
The watch iced out I can't count the hours
Y'all trippin and killing off the powder
Until then fuck them the worlds ours

[Verse 2:]
Daydreamed of bein king pined
You niggas gone king me cause I'm the king then I'm at the kitchen table
Chillin bitches like a crone you bust them bitches wide open sell'em by the
Zone(yeaa)
From beginning to end motherfucka rewind, motherfucka we grind, motherfucka
We grind, and other than that motherfuka we shine.

[Chorus:]
No one man should have all this powder
The watch iced out I can't count the hours
Y'all trippin and killing off the powder
Until then fuck them the worlds ours

[Verse 3:]
Motherfucka where my money he only got half boy on this pussy ass nigga
Know I'm gone spazz let them rocwilders eat'em like some spare ribs I bet
The choppers redecorate his whole crib man, fuck niggas man I second that
Emotion streets so got damn dry they need lotion niggas droppin 4 it ain't
Commin back half of that somebody tell me what's the motherfuckin math in
That. niggas talkin 15 for a whole half you tell them motherfukas they can
Kiss my whole ass ya'll talkin 30 for a WHAT? you niggas got jokes you try
To set a nigga fuck around and get smoked.

[Chorus:]
No one man should have all this powder
The watch iced out I can't count the hours
Ya'll trippin and killing off the powder
Until then fuck them the worlds ours

[Hook]

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Young Jeezy - Over Here Lyrics

Over Here Lyrics - Young Jeezy

[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
We getting money over here what it do pimpin
See you boys tipping but you boys ain't tipping
Hold up a yeah it's something wrong wit it
If the money gon' nigga be the fuck on wit it

[Bun B]
Don't worry bout what the fuck we smokin over here
Don't worry bout what the fuck we drankin over here
Don't worry bout who the fuck was standing over here
Don't worry bout how the fuck we dancing over here

[Young Jeezy]
I'm in a new SS and the tag still on it
And the pussy niggaz hating cause all the hoes on it
She ask me why I looked so mean
I said the Benz just boosted up my self-esteem
Nigga I'm the shit and if I ain't y'all let me think what think
Matter of fact tell the waitress let me drink what I drink
Nigga think I ain't
No need to brag
Man these hoes love Jeezy they just like my swag
The way I do my thang
I'm just a young ghetto nigga wit a big ass chain

[Chorus]

[Young Jeezy]
If you feeling like a pimp dog gon' brush ya shoulders off
I'm trapping lil daddy gon' get them boulders off
And I'ma teach you how to stunt
As soon as my niggaz roll up these blunts
She said she like my domineer
Between you and me I think she's digging my Beemer
Love the way a lil nigga spit so slick
Plus she heard I gotta big dick that's it
Yeah put it on me girl
Matter of fact tell ya friends put it on me girl
Gangsta shit we got dro in the air
Bottles of Crist', Grey Goose everywhere

[Chorus]

[Bun B]
I gotta stable full of hoes and a trap full of dealers
A house full of bloods and a house full of killers
I'm heavy on the streets with a rep long as old Nash
I hit a hater wit a heat from a cold gat
I'm posted up on a corner like a street light
Making sure the money move making sure I eat right
Dollar for dollar and dime for dime
We out here hustle for hustle, nigga grind for grind
We got them nines in a halfs
Even them old things grinding on them hash
Folding for doe mane
We all in the dope game
Buying and selling
You haters buying and telling
But what is my niggaz yelling

[Chorus]

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