(feat. Bun B, Gucci Mane)
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Jeezy, I know you ain't gon' let this shit go down like this nigga
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I'm hearin' these niggaz in the club, niggaz soundin' like you nigga
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Bitin' your motherfuckin' ad-libs, bitin' your motherfuckin' style nigga
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What the fuck goin' on nigga?
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You better check these motherfuckin' niggaz, mayne
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Real fuck with real nigga and these niggaz
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Ain't real out here on these motherfuckin' streets nigga
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Especially these fuck ass industry niggaz mayne
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Nigga we been doin' this shit since ninety-five
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Last time I checked I was the man on these streets
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They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats
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Got diarrhea flow, now I shit on niggaz, geah
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Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggaz, let's get it
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Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom
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Stay blowin' purple shit that keep me high like the moon
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Yeah, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hitman
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I'm a hater like you, fuck my wristband
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Nigga sneak this and that ain't how we play
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Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ, that's right
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Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin' got a gangsta grill
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Went from old school Chevys to Beamer coupes
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Got a hundred niggaz with me and everybody gon' shoot, yeah
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Try me nigga, that's your first mistake
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Eat your lil' ass up like a chanterelle plate
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The whole pie like Domino's, yes indeed
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I'm tryna stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese, hey
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You can try dawg but it ain't easy, nope
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Mix the flake with the soul, you got Young Jeezy, damn
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You still wanna talk blow man?
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Soft white like Alaska, call me snowman
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Smoke purp' by the pound, O's by the fifth
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Re-up on the first then again on the fifth, yeah
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We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga
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And these hoes love a nigga 'cause they know that we the truth
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Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice, yeah
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We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga
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Post on the block, rain, sleet, snow, sunny
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Slow motion, don't nothin' move but the money, geah
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Trap all day, day, with no lunch breaks, nope
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It's dinner time but a gangsta cookin' pancakes
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Rubberbands when we wrap them stacks
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Time to ship it outta town, you know Saran's the wrap, yeah
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Think ahead in case the K-9's get loose, geah
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In the tubes like the ties on my Mongoose, hey
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Smoke purp' by the pound, O's by the fifth
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Re-up on the first then again on the fifth, yeah
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We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga
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And these hoes love a nigga 'cause they know that we the truth
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Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice, yeah
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We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga
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Yeah, back up in the hood again, where it's all good again
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Ridin' candy slab, grippin' on the wood again
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Outta line niggaz get back in place where you should've been
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In case you don't understand, I'm a make it understood again
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King of the underground, my gangsta will never fail
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You 'bout to make me go postal for fuckin' with my mail
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You got the connect but you ain't got the clientele
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You the hoax and niggaz know it, that shit ain't hard to tell
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Rat bitch, recognize that your cheese ain't been to sales
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I'm finna break some bread with the feds? You dumb as hell
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I been around the block before, sold it all from rock to blow
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And I don't fuck around when the feds in town I got to go
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Respect my mind 'cause I'm a trill old schooler
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Summer time get too hot, I wait for winter when it's cooler
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U.G.K. for life, free the Pimp, you know the deal
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In P.A.T. it's trap or die and we ain't down for gettin' killed
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Smoke purp' by the pound, O's by the fifth
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Re-up on the first then again on the fifth, yeah
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We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga
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And these hoes love a nigga 'cause they know that we the truth
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Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice, yeah
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We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga
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Trap Or Die 2
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Young Jeezy |