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Young Jeezy

Gangsta Shit

[Hook – Shy Glizzy]
Gangster shit, gangster shit
Niggas keep talking all this gangster shit
You never did nothing nigga, nigga you ain’t seen shit
So why you keep talking all this gangster shit
Gangster shit, gangster shit
Niggas keep talking all this gangster shit
Throw it out the window, nigga we ain’t tryna hear it
Glizzy keep on making all that gangster shit
 
[Verse 1 – Shy Glizzy]
Gangster nigga, I need a gangster bitch
30 in the glizzy, that’s a gangster clip
Glizzy coming through here in a gangster whip
I only speak to niggas with a gun on their hip
Rappers sneak dissing, still can’t get a deal
My whole team living, you don’t know how it feel
It’s either music murder or I’m going to jail
Sometimes I be like fuck this shit, let me get back in the field
My dogs with ski masks, know they hit and no they don’t just wear it
Bitch I brought my own scale, here you go, you can weigh it
I got bullets same size as a bitch nigga head
We hop out that [?] spread, that’s when we get to spraying
 
[Hook]
 
[Verse 2 – Jeezy]
Gangster nigga, move how the gangsters move
Want a crib like John Gotti with a gangster pool
Penthouse in the city with a gangster view
I mean that bitch all glass, bad bitch all ass
Sell that steel in the tape, now that’s a gangster flip
Four on the backseat, now that’s a gangster trip
Rolls Ghost, sky dwelling, now that’s gangster nigga
Carbon rifle with the drum, that bitch will paint you nigga
Gangster bitch about her business, why I be fucking with shawty
Plus I love my bro, bro that nigga keep that forty
Blue big face hundreds on your dog like fleas
Sitting on Italian leather, ordered this overseas
All my niggas in the pen or they dead
Had to pay for a couple funerals, sent some bread to the feds
Gave me a bag full of ones so I guess you want to play
It was rush hour traffic, I was busting broad day
 
[Hook]
 

Rough

[Young Jeezy]
I said I solemnly swear I'd take my team to the top
You know pyrex pots, you know they came with a top
And I just left the lot in a brand new drop
And I ain't pay for the roof cause me no like gettin' topped
I make it rough on you niggas, I make it rough on you hoes
Quarter brick in my pocket, I spent that shit on my clothes
You know it costs a few hundred, yeah you should see what I drove
Clip hold half a hundred, I bought that shit for my foes
 
I make it rough on you niggas, I make it rough on you hoes
And it hold half a hundred, I bought that shit for my foes
 
Malibu and Ciroc, I think i jus lost my top
I think i jus went crazy, I mean my chain too lazy
These niggas seldom made it..nahhhhh snow believe em
These niggas talk like they killas
Dont act like that when i see em
I call em out how i see em, my house look like a museum
You gotta be bullshittin snow, maybe a small collisuem
What kinda vest you got on? I think it Christian Dior
Got thirty Ks in my cupboard — look like im ready for war
Brand new Glock out the box, scratch out the serial number
Then i pull up in the drop, like bitch just give me your number — with a meal, Louie V, eight hundred for sweats
Another 3 for the top, you know that bitch bounced my cheque
 
[Freddie Gibbs]
 
I make it rough on these niggas
Man I make it rough on these hoes
Shot that lou kang to coopers?
Still got that cutlass on 4s
And I put the bounce with the bunnies
Cause they like the dust up they nose
Man I straight Lewinsky these bitches
Get brain and bust on they clothes
Might be my last night
Got gas and shit for the glass pipe
Hop out, hit a nigga with the act right
Niggas rap but they ain't about that life, is that right
You heard about them Gary niggas
That murder cap straight burry nigga
Gotta choppa thang you betta carry witchya
Dont come flexin my area nigga
My boost phone twerk
Hit a lick nigga who got work
Better go get Duct Tape
The nigga pump faked, his whole crew got burnt
And I crush his feelings
Copped that southern Cali condo when I killed him
Tried to get my nigga Young to move out West and cop the buildin
 

Do It For You

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
I got some partners doing thirty for playing with them Birdies
I ain't even been to sleep so how im waking up early
Top floor chillin with some light skinned girlies
Tryna get my last nut damn right im feeling squirrely
Partied so hard last night hangover
Forgot everything Damn right hangover
Breath smelling like straight Swisher Sweets and Liquor
If I died last night you coulda Blamed it on the Liquor
Middle finger out the window weaving when I past by
Lord knows ion need another DUI
Living in a City where you do or you fucking die
Both hands out the top I can touch the sky
Look at ya hommie living life like the movies
Still hit the club in make a muthafuckin movie (yeaaa)
Wish you was right here with me If I had a wish
You feeling down my nigga just picture this
 
[Hook]
Hat cocked Top Dropped Breezing through Traffic
Pocket full of money shit I even got plastic
Know the weed good and the Bitches Fantastic
And im dead ass fresh I need a Muthafuckin Casket
Keep ya head up it ain't nothing but some time
Gave you ten years it ain't nothing but a dime
When its all said and done hommmie we gotta stay true
What im hitting up tonight dont have a clue
But I'mma do it for you
 
[Verse 2: Freddie]
I'm just a Gary nigga thuggin in some number sevens
Rocks in my socks got several felonies in my possessions
Smith And Wesson gotta go to court today my mama stressing
Just wrote my dawg in the Feds I hope he got the message
Ill be right there to make sure the system dont break you
Wishing that you can do the rest of yo time on Papers
Wish you never got caught Wish we never had to serve
Most niggas sell dope forever never make it to a bird
Or make it to see they thirties shit so dirty these days
Its honestly ____ we do dirt to get paid
So I stay blowing on the loudest shit found
Cause my nigga simmey took me from zippers to Pounds
Gave me hella game & dog I love you for that
I blow this reefa smoke this hash smoke to heaven when I roll up my sacks
Cause of these paragraphs im pushing police all on my back
But I stay twisting swishers by the pack and I'mma always Keep my
 
[Hook]
Hat cocked Top Dropped Breezing through Traffic
Pocket full of money shit I even got plastic
Know the weed good and the Bitches Fantastic
And im dead ass fresh I need a Muthafuckin Casket
Keep ya head up it ain't nothing but some time
Gave you ten years it ain't nothing but a dime
When its all said and done hommmie we gotta stay true
What im hitting up tonight dont have a clue but I'mma do it for you
 
[Verse 3:Jeezy]
What im hitting up tonight ion have a clue
And everybody in here you know I brought the crew
Dont matter where im at im straight balling
Damn right Chris Paul New Orleans
Sitting up Rimmed up got my dealer tag
Trued up strapped up thats my dealer
No clouds let my nigga see the sunshine
Let em out for one day just one time
And I'mma have them bitches in there like swim where ?
So much money on the floor they can swim there
We use to kick it in the crib with the marble floors
What was in and out of there only the Marble knows
Catch me riding through the city with these model hoes
Badd Bitches need this thats how the model goes
Have you right here with me if I had a Wish
You ever feeling down nigga just remember this
 
[Chrous] x2
Hat cocked Top Dropped Breezing through Traffic
Pocket full of money shit I even got plastic
Know the weed good and the Bitches Fantastic
And im dead ass fresh I need a Muthafuckin Casket
Keep ya head up it ain't nothing but some time
Gave you ten years it ain't nothing but a dime
When its all said and done hommmie we gotta stay true
What im hitting up tonight dont have a clue
But I'mma do it for you
 

Soul Survivor

Konvict (chea)
Akon and Young Jeezy (aye, aye)
Tryin' to take it easy (chea)
Only way to go (you already know what it is, nigga)
And so (let's get it!)
 
If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked, possibly sittin' on a drop now
Because I'm a rider (yeah)
I'm just a soul survivor (yeah)
'Cause everybody know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top 'fore your ass get popped now
If you a rider (yeah) or just a soul survivor
 
Tonight I can't sleep, we livin' in Hell
First they give us the work, then they throw us in jail
Road-trip ya, I'm trafficin' the white
Please Lord, don't let me go to jail tonight
Who me? I'm a soul survivor
Ask about 'em in the street, the boy Jeez a rider
A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah, life sucks
Fuck the club, dawg, I rather count a million bucks
 
If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked, possibly sittin' on a drop now
Because I'm a rider (yeah)
I'm just a soul survivor (yeah)
'Cause everybody know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top 'fore your ass get popped now
If you a rider (yeah) or just a soul survivor
 
Another day, another dollar
Same block, same nigga, same part, same green
I guess we got the same dreams
Or is it the same nightmares?
We let the doves do it for us, we don't cry tears
Real niggas don't budge
When Mel Man got his time he shot birds at the judge
I'm knee-deep in the game
So when it's time to re-up, I'm knee deep in the cane
Real talk, look, I'm tellin' you, mayne
If you get jammed up, don't mention my name
Forgive me, Lord, I know I ain't livin' right
Gotta feed the block, niggas starvin', they got appitites
And this is e'ryday, it never gets old
Thought I was a juvenile stuck to the G-Code
This ain't a rap song, nigga, this is my life
And if the hood was a battlefield, then I'd earn stripes
 
If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked, possibly sittin' on a drop now
Because I'm a rider (yeah)
I'm just a soul survivor (yeah)
'Cause everybody know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top 'fore your ass get popped now
If you a rider (yeah) or just a soul survivor
 
Gotta watch er' move, 'cause them eyes be on you
Gotta drive real cool when them pies be on you
Just because we stack paper and we ball outrageous
Them alphabet boys gotta us under surveillance
Like animals, they lock us in cages
The same nigga that's a star when you put 'em on stages
I ain't cheat, played the hand I was dealt
Tried to tax the grand pearl when I got it myself
No nuts, no glory
My biography, you damn right, the true story
Set the city on fire, and I didn't even try
Run these streets all day, I can sleep when I die
 
'Cause 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 drawers
Just to keep on movin' now
Just to keep on movin' now
Just to keep on movin' now
Just to keep on movin' now, aye
 
If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked, possibly sittin' on a drop now
Because I'm a rider (yeah)
I'm just a soul survivor (yeah)
'Cause everybody know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top 'fore your ass get popped now
If you a rider (yeah) or just a soul survivor
 
If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked, possibly sittin' on a drop now
Because I'm a rider (yeah)
I'm just a soul survivor (yeah)
'Cause everybody know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top 'fore your ass get popped now
If you a rider (yeah) or just a soul survivor
 

I Luv It

Ride till I die
And I luv it, and I luv it, let's go

We count hundreds on the table, twenty's on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with some more
And I luv it, and I luv it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad broads at my show
Yeah, it's parked outside, and it's sittin' on fo's
And I luv it yeah, and I luv it

Once again it's on, yeah, I'm back in the booth
Them haters still lying, but your boys the truth
I don't believe 'em, I need to see some proof
I ain't need the four door, so I went and caught the coupe

They tryin' be me, I'm just tryin' be G
And everything comes to da light you'll see
Them boys in the dark baby I just shine
I do it from the heart homie they just rhyme

Check your watch, yeah it's my time
Mind made up I was on my grind, that's right
So pay attention yeah, you on my time
In that case time waits for no man

Do it again I done that before man
M.O.E., you ain't part of the program
Or maybe you *** ain't listening
Open your eyes I'm a blessing in disguise

We count hundreds on the table, twenty's on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with some more
And I luv it, and I luv it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad broads at my show
Yeah, it's parked outside, and it's sittin' on fo's
And I luv it, and I luv it

Yeah, I blew up, but they ain't like that
They switched up on me, and I ain't like that
Got my first lick, yeah, I came right back
Fast forward the tape, just look at me now

And I never turn back, so motherf*** that
Nike's on the ground, got my head to the sky
Smoked all day, Lord knows I stay
Stay on top, Lord knows I'm gon' try

And live for the moment, Lord knows I'm gon' die
And when I get to hell, Lord knows I'm gon' fry
I woke up this morning so I'm still alive
36 O's I sold them all for five

We count hundreds on the table, twenty's on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with some more
And I luv it, and I luv it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad broads at my show
Yeah, it's parked outside, and it's sittin' on fo's
And I luv it, and I luv it

Been around the world, it's the same ol' caine
Been around the world, it's the same ol' thang, true
All the real *** either dead or in jail
And if you're looking for me homie, I'm in the A T L

You gotta play it how it go, you can't cheat on life
Ya better drink a Red Bull, you can't sleep on life
I ain't tryna do you, I'm tryin' do me
Last album did two, I'm just tryin' do three

Fresh out the pot yeah, the work was hard
Ride with the top down so I'm closer to God
My P.O. telling me I need a 9 to 5
But I already got a job, and that's stayin' alive

We count hundreds on the table, twenty's on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with some more
And I luv it, and I luv it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad broads at my show
Yeah, it's parked outside, and it's sittin' on fo's
And I luv it, and I luv it

Ride till I die
And I love it, and I love it
Ride till I die
And I love it, and I love it

Beez Like

[Intro - Jeezy:]
Time for the fallen soldiers
Can't have a war without casualties, you know?
For everybody goin' through the struggle, you know
Real shit everyday, everyday shit is real
(Every hood, every ghetto, every block, every trench)
I know how you feel, yeah, look

[Hook - Jeezy:]
I been out here grindin' so long
But still I had to find my way on my own
I could tell you what it beez like
I could tell you what it beez like
I'm a true hustler, all that I know
So I can make it anywhere that I go
I could tell you what it beez like
I could tell you what it beez like-like, beez like

[Verse 1 - Jeezy:]
Straight from the hood, got a get money fetish
Pocket full of green, nigga, like a head of lettuce
Put the work in a bag, make a yayo sandwich
Then we go and spread it through the hood like Manwich
One thing about it, we gon' get this bread
When you knew shit was real? When they found a rat dead
Right around the corner where us young niggas hustled at
Right by the stop sign, that's where they was bussin' at
When you come here with nothin', gotta learn how to provide
Carlo had a Benz 'fore he was old enough to drive
Losin' 10, 20 every night, gamblin' ain't nothin'
And ya nigga got killed takin' up for his cousins
When you knew shit was real? Drop outfit in the feds
Still 8 years and a nigga shot him dead
On the humbug, left him slumped in his car
Everybody got a day, don't matter who you are

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Lil Boosie:]
Stove water, heat cold water
Knew I'd touch a bird when I got my first quarter
Sell water to a well, nigga
Cold nights, cold hearts, tough love, that's what it be like in jail, nigga
Mama crying at my visit cause she care for me
Daughter just had her period, ain't there for her
Know how to have a girl you know just gon' hold ya back
But the pussy so good you keep goin' back
Hurt when ya main man turned rat
Make the whole la familia turn hot like that
Any city, any block, any boulevard
I survive, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy
I could tell ya bout the dos and don'ts
I make it anywhere I go, so lose I won't
I can tell ya bout the hard time when ya really need it
Been grindin' so long, still had to call Jeezy

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Jeezy:]
Straight from the bottom, tryna make it to the top
What the gov'ment don't give you, gotta get it from the block
Feel like a bad boy cause this shit don't stop
Street so dirty, need a muhfuckin' mop, uh oh!
Lil homie, stay focused, handle ya business
Don't talk to them niggas around you, might be a witness
Don't tell the dishwasher what you did with' ya dishes
Don't tell these snitchin' niggas what you did with' ya riches
Niggas is hopin' they see Christmas
But, if we just happen to don't, we hope you miss us
Santa raised all seven them kids, didn't miss a meal
She work them fingers right to the bone, didn't miss a bill
Niggas 649, let's make a deal
See, one thing bout countin' this money, it make ya feel
See, I used to get 'em right from the source, got 'em direct
The same nigga that had a connect, he in the set

[Hook]