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[feat. Bun B and Slick Pulla] (young jeezy-intro) Last time I checked I was the man on these streets They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats Got diarrhea flow, now I shit on niggas Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggas (let's get it on) Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom They blowin purple shit that keep me high like the moon Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, im no hitman Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, im no hitman Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, im no hitman I'm a hater like you, fuck my wristband Nigga sneak this, and that aint how we play Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ (that's right, dramatic nigga) Now tell me I aint real, this AR that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill (that's right) Now tell me I aint real, this AR that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill (young jeezy-verse one) Last time I checked I was the man on these streets They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats Got diarrhea flow, now I shit on niggas Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggas (let's get it on) Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom They blowin purple shit that keep me high like the moon Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, im no hitman I'm a hater like you, fuck my wristband Nigga sneak this, and that aint how we play Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ (that's right) Now tell me I aint real, this AR that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill Went from old school chevys To beamer coupes Got a 100 niggas with me and everybody gon shoot (yeaaaa) Try me nigga, that's your first mistake Eat your lil ass up like a chanterelle plate The whole pie like Dominoes, yes indeed I'm tryna stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese You can try dog, but it aint easy Mix the flake with the soul and carry Young Jeezy (damnnn) You still wanna talk flow man? Soft white like a ??? snowman (young jeezy-chorus) Smoke perp by the pound, ounce by the fifth Free up on the first then again on the fifth (yeaaaa) We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeaaaa) We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga) (bun b-verse two) Yea, back up in the hood again, where it's all good again Ridin candy slab, grippin on the wood again Outta line niggas get back in place where you shoulda been In case you don't understand, we'll make it understood again King of the underground, my gangsta will never fail You bout to make me go postal for fuckin with my mail You got the connect, but you aint got the clientele and tell You the hoax and niggas know it, that shit aint hard to tell Rat bitch, recognize that your cheese aint been to sales I'm fina break some bread with the feds, you dumb as hell I been around the block before, sold it all for rock to blow And I don't fuck around, when the feds in town I got to go Respect my mind cause I'm a trill old schooler Summertime get too hot I wait for winter when its cooler UGK for life, free the pimp, you know the deal In PAT it's Trap Or Die and we aint down for gettin killed (young jeezy-chorus) Smoke perp by the pound, ounce by the fifth Free up on the first then again on the fifth (yeaaaa) We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeaaaa) We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga (slick pulla-verse three) We think like mathematicians, move like mobsters It's bout to be a grizzly winter nigga straight monster (real nigga) I'm posted up with my big schlapps, big snakes, big straps You don't wanna feel that Street addicts get a buzz from the hustlin Fuck the government, we got our own, the Track-Publicans Chillin pimp niggas don't know the first thing about the block I'm 279 grams of straight drop out the pot Real street niggas, all the ghetto hoes on our jock When I hit the strip, all my troops listen while I talk This what I tell em, "Take these yams lil man, break it down, get back, see a couple grams" And don't talk to square niggas, you know, spongebobs Kanye West niggas, talking through the wire dawg Watch for goonies when you got it, niggas wanna rob And pull a staff and quarterback em like Brett Favre (young jeezy-chorus) Smoke perp by the pound, ounce by the fifth Free up on the first then again on the fifth (yeaaaa) We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeaaaa) We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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