'9 ass down before i show him what a real nigga is like. chorus so guess who's back young jeezy the new king of da south and i will nock them golds out of t.i.'s
'm talkin so much white, it'll hurt your eyes I really lived it man, counting so much paper, it'll hurt your hands "let's get it" I'm what the streets
drink Pepsi they just sell Coke All I do is talk blow it's like my brain on drugs See me out nigga I do my thang in clubs Listen up Jeezy gotta a little
what your working with, just like that Turn around, bend over, bring it back Snowman and Mannie Fresh bring it back So Mannie Fresh and Snowman, it's a rap Wrap it
: (feat. Trick Daddy, Young Buck, Ill Will) [Young Jeezy verse:] Welcome to da life of a young thug nigga (jea) Only hang out wit dem criminals and
time I do it I do it for my hood And every time I do it I do it for yo hood And every time I do it I do it for they hood It's understood I do it for the
like John Madden [Chorus] The world is yours and everything in it its out there get on your grind and get it "ay" Hands in the air, "sky's the limit
dont get mad, i just get money and laugh at these fuck niggas cuz they so funny all a gangsta do is stay fresh 45 with the gucci teflon vest [HOOK] It's young
thug mansion And I sell like pac Thats a thugs passion And this the realest shit I ever wrote And all eyes on me like a microscope Young jeezy give em
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
: [Jeezy] Shit man fuck [Police Officer] Drivers license and registration pleez [Jeezy] Hey whats up sir umm, look umm [Police Officer] Sir could you
greygoose got her loose A triple stack and it's on talking dirty on the chirp Getting my grown man on Get up in the guts You know it's on 'til the morning
on the street Jeezy known to handle his Bitch getcha mind right let me talk to 'em Bitch getcha mind right let me talk to 'em [Young Jeezy] It's not
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
I lost my brother ?ay? And I wish we could trade places Swear to GOD dawg wish we could trade places Livin a life of crime, but it wasn?t your life it
it you can get a Benz While y'all robbing and boosting I'm standing over the stove like the chef in Houston And it's not about the flip mane Want the real bread it's
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'
residue, I leave blow in these beats Got diareah flow, now I shit on niggaz Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggaz (let's get it on) Got some