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YOUNG JEEZY LYRICS
"Soul Survivor"
(feat. Akon)
[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
'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 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
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
'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 read up, I'm knee deep in the cane (Damn)
Real talk, Look, I'm tellin' you mayne (tellin' you mayne) |
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YOUNG JEEZY LYRICS
"Thug Motivation 101"
Ay, ay, check out the man, check out the man,
Ay, ay, check out the man check out the man
"lets get it"
I used to hit the kitchen lights "lights" cockroaches everywhere
Hit the kitchen lights "lights" now its marble floors everywhere "ha-ha"
Call the carpenter the roof on the coups gone "jeah"
Give a fuck what he sold im the truth holms "that's right"
Kitchen fumed up, niggas jamming 2pac "jeah"
Get my Billy Hondas 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"
Im Donald Trump in a white tee and white ones "yeah"
The conversation is money nigga, you want some? "ay"
[Chorus]
Ay, ay, ay check out the man, Ay, check out the man. Ay,
You aint never seen them pies
im talkin so much whit it'll hurt your eyes
I really lived it man counting so much paper it'll hurt your hands
"lets get it"
Im what the streets made me a product of my environment "jeah"
Took what the streets gave me a product of my environment "ay"
Now its 28 inches on a brand new hummer "humma"
Telling you right now its 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"
Its clear to see the boy Jeezy do it for the people "Ay"
[Chorus]
Ay, ay, ay check out the man, Ay, check out the man. Ay,
You aint never seen them pies
im talkin so much whit it'll hurt your eyes
I really lived it man counting so much paper it'll hurt your hands
Im 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"
[Chorus]
Ay, ay, ay check out the man, Ay, check out the man. Ay,
You aint never seen them pies
im talkin so much whit it'll hurt your eyes
I really lived it man counting so much paper it'll hurt your hands
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YOUNG JEEZY LYRICS
"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 (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 LYRICS
"Bang"
(feat. Lil Scrappy, T.I.)
[Chorus]
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
If you ain't from round here dog don't even come around
Twist ya fingers up bang motherfucker bang
Throw ya hoods up bang motherfucker bang
Eastside! (Hit 'em up bang motherfucker bang)
Westside! (Hit 'em up, bang motherfucker bang)
[Young Jeezy]
Do ya thug thang gon' get 'em up
Represent ya side nigga hit 'em up
Disrespect we gon' take it there
We 30 deep lil nigga we ain't fighting fair
You better holla at ya partners
Before we catch them outside and hit they ass wit dem choppers
The .45 make my pants sag
Catch me bouncing through the club wit my Crip flag
You don't like it do something nigga
Where I'm from if we don't like it we do something nigga
And you know we gon' ride homes
Stomped a nigga ass out until they turn the lights on
[Chorus]
[T.I.]
Me and Jeezy on the back street
Choppers in the back seat
What we fin to do the questions yean even gotta ask me
Desert in my lap and skullcap and a black tee
Looking for the niggaz that say they fin to attack me
Turn the music down low and let the 'llac creep
Fuck the police I give a damn if they catch me
Wait a minute that's that nigga looking at me
Let off 50 shots you niggaz ran like a track meet
I know my partners would have did the job for a flat fee
But seeing dem niggaz bleed is the only thing that's gon' relax me
I'm hands on nigga damn what you say
All them games that you play don't stand a chance in the A nigga
[Chorus]
[Lil Scrappy]
Roll up on yo block
All the bullshit stops
Man hoe know that I'm the prince so that ass gon' drop
I was born in the A with things in the way
Smoke weed everyday
Zone 3 where I stay
Yeah I think I'm the shit cause I got an SS
But the shit a old folk so you can receive the letter
I'm the best of the best
And the freshest of the fresh
Gotta pistol black out wit an Atlanta Hawk vest
Gotta lifetime of trouble and my brain still nervous
I don't rep the A by mistake I do the shit on purpose
Do it how it's worth it rim and the cars swerving
It ain't nothing but Lil Scrappy and g's up to start murkining ya
[Chorus]
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