Текст песни:

I went from old school Chevy′s to drop top porches
You couldn′t walk a mile off in my Air Forces
And you ain′t seen what I′ve seen
I can get a 100,000 in these Sean John jeans
I went from old school Chevy′s to drop top porches
And you ain′t did what I did
If you from where I′m from you gotta get how you live

Everybody already know jeezy real street nigga
Every time you see me all around street niggaz
I hope you got yours I keep mine
In the club blowing dro throwing up gang signs
And you already know dog
745 back to back me and O dog
These other niggaz is jokers
What they rein up wit I spent it up all the strokers
In one night eight bitches sipped bottles of cris
Forty grand sit back so you can glance my wrist
Keep bread so we carry dem toaster
But keep back though my earrings ferocious
It′s not just my imagination
I′m the one in the topic in yo conversation
Jack boyz say they gon rob
But on the real fuck niggaz y′all don′t want these problems

[Chorus]

Black tees, black ones, and a fitted cap
The Mack 11 make me walk wit a crazy dap
Y′all say we country niggaz yee-haw
The money comin back and forth like a seesaw
And y′all ain′t never seen what we saw
Stacks of twenty dollar bills, bricks, or white rolls
What they got Lil Pha we don′t care bout shit
Ludacris how they ride out twenty wit dem bricks
Shit I spit it for y′all
On the real my niggaz shit I spit it for y′all
Who gives a fuck about friends?
If you mix the baking soda wit 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 all about your whip game

@ Young Jeezy

Текст песни:

[Intro]
Yeah
Can you please mothafuckin′ rise
For the national mothafuckin′ trap star anthem
Let′s go

[Chorus x2]
Cause bitch I′m amazing′, look what I′m blazin′
Eyes so low, yea I look like an Asian
Forever clubbin′, forever thuggin′
Haters run they mouth, they ain′t talkin′ bout nothin′

[Verse 1]
Cause Bitch I′m amazin′
Closed door armour, lookin′ like it′s miller times
Sixty Seven diamond chain, who he think he Busta Rhymes
Bitch I bust a lot of rhymes, could of done a lot of time
And I ain′t never snorted shit, put it all up on the line
Got a lot up on my mind, got a lot up on my plate
Got to feed my hood, So I′m up and down the interstate
The streets need a nigga, so I′m in and out that vocal booth
Hoes love a nigga, cause I′m in and out they yellow coupe
But nuttin but banana split, say that I′m her favourite
If you can take a lot of dick, I can talk a lot of shit
Go on baby swag it up, show them haters who your with
Bring you want that gangsta shit, who you niggas fuckin′ with

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Cause Bitch I′m amazin′
First I sold two mill, then I sold another one
Told them if you pay for three, that I will front another one
Told them if they give me this, then I′ll record another one
But if you can not give me that, ain′t no sense in callin′ back
Fuck you think they sell me for, fuck you think they find me at
Damn right American, I′m gonna need a bigger hat
Close your eyes imagine this, gonna need a bigger safe
I got bills up in that bitch, that bitch stacked up since 98
Let ′em talk, let ′em hate, watch them lick the navigate
If you touch ′em, wipe ′em off
Bring a brush, then take em off
I can make an avalanche and I ain′t talkin Chevy trucks
Call me Georgia lottery cause I′ll be talkin mega bucks

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Cause Bitch I′m amazin′
Must of spent ten grand to make they coupe stand taller
First round draft pick, yea I′m mother fuckin balla
Just right your number down, baby girl I might call ya
If she give it to me now, she won′t live to see tomorrow
And if she playin′ with it, she won′t make it thru the night
Before the song with kanye, I had my money right
Used to call me vice grips, yea I get my money tight
Now it′s time to re up, then I make my money white
You can catch me at my jewel, yea I like my money bright
You can find me at the lot, yea I like my money fast
Two hundred on the gas, two hundred on the dash
Yea I′m spendin′ all money, now I′m livin′ in the past

[Chorus]

@ Young Jeezy

Текст песни:

It′s amazing, I′m the reason
Everybody fired up this evening
I′m exhausted, barely breathing
Holding on to what I believe in
No matter what you′ll never take that from me
My reign is as far as your eyes can see

It′s amazing, (huh)
So amazing, (huh) [x3]
It′s amazing (huh)
So amazing [x3] (yeah)
It′s amazing (let′s go)

I′m a monster, I′m a killer, I know I′m wrong (yeah)
I′m a problem, that′ll never ever be solved
And no matter what you′ll never take that from me
My reign is as far as you′re eyes can see

It′s amazing, (huh)
So amazing, (huh) [x3]
It′s amazing (huh)
So amazing (yeah) [x3]
It′s amazing (let′s go)

I′m a monster, I′m a mavin
I know this world is changing
Never gave in, never gave up
I′m the only thing I′m afraid of
No matter what you′ll never take that from me
My reign is as far as you′re eyes can see

It′s amazing,
[background:] (Kanye, soooooo amazing)
So amazing, [x3]
It′s amazing
So amazing [x3]
It′s amazing
So amazing [x3]
It′s amazing
So amazing [x3]
It′s amazing

[Young Jeezy:]
I′m amazing, yeah I′m all that
If I ain′t on my grind, then what you call that
Victorious, yeah we warriors
We make history, and strive off victory
Standing in my podium
I′m tryin′a watch my sodium
Die high blood pressure
Either let the feds catch ya
I′m amazing, born on a full moon
I was bred to get it in, no spoon
That′s why I′m so goon, summertime no Junes
Big family, small house, no room
They like oh god, why he go so hard
Look what he′s been through, he deserves an applause

So amazing (uuuh) [x3]
It′s amazing
So amazing [x3]
It′s amazing (let′s go)
So amazing (amazing) [x3]
It′s amazing (let′s go)

@ Young Jeezy

Текст песни:

First I′m going to stack my flow
Then I′m going to stack some more
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
It′s a wrap on the way to the house
By 3:45 I′ll be kicking her out

Patty cake patty cake microwave
These suckas make a square, damn I′m paid
I′m so cool but I′m so hot and I′m so fly and you is so not
Show me 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 up in the club, ya I′m so crazy
These other rappers actors like Patrick Swayze
I try to tell them but these niggas aint hear me
Mossberg pump, i′m riding shotgun literally
Live from the projects, you know what it is
Hey Snowman can I get an adlib
Get the club crunk, cant take that from me
A drop ya, still got a lil jon money

First I′m going to stack my flow
Then I′m going to stack some more
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
It′s a wrap on the way to the house
By 3:45 I′ll be kicking her out

I see you lookin, what you looking at
Catch Snowman in the kitchen with his cooking ass
I′m so clean but I′m so grimey
So dirty but yet I′m so shiney
Kiki B told me me finish my meal
Def jam 7 figures we can finish the deal
Some say I lucked up I call it perfect timing
I cant lose the whole city′s behind me

First I′m going to stack my flow
Then I′m going to stack some more
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
It′s a wrap on the way to the house
By 3:45 I′ll be kicking her out

I got million dollar dreams and federal nightmares
We pop chris my niggas and still drink beer
What did you expect man I came from nothing
Real street niggas wouldnt change for nothing
Got my nigga out the hood, it′s such a wonderful feeling
Three car garage with the twelve foot ceilings
It ought to be a crime just to feel this good
I swear it ought to be a crime just to be in this hood

First I′m going to stack my flow
Then I′m going to stack some more
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
It′s a wrap on the way to the house

@ Young Jeezy

Текст песни:

[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 black 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

@ Young Jeezy

Текст песни:

[HOOK]

It′s young jizzle from the bottom of the map
got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap
(ay) [5x]
I do it for the trappers with tha-tha-tha rocks
and them ole G niggas with tha tha tha blocks
(ay) [5x]

[VERSE 1]

Im strapped up, Im iced out
a nigga play, its lights out
cost a cool quarter million, thats how you′ll find me
swirvin through traffic with them ghouls behind me
ya betta call ya crew, you gon need help
hole car strapped and I aint talkin seat belts
red cross nigga, yeh we draw blood
hole team got choppers like a bike club
i 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 teff ??

[HOOK]

It′s young jizzle from the bottom of the map
got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap
(ay) [5x]
I do it for the trappers with tha-tha-tha rocks
and them ole G niggas with tha tha tha blocks
(ay) [5x]

[VERSE 2]

im on fire the kids outta controll
competition want me to stop, drop, and roll
like I got a flame thrower and some gasoline
set the city on fire thas on everything
i walk around liek I got a grip in my pants
yeh thas about 10 stacks got half a brick in my pants
fish scale got papi on speed dial
ya niggas gettin raped ya still gettin oil base
my flow is bananas, the coop is grape
these ?? jeans with the baby nape
dessert on the pillow choppers on the night stand
you can roll the dice play with ur life man

[HOOK]

It′s young jizzle from the bottom of the map
got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap
(ay) [5x]
I do it for the trappers with tha-tha-tha rocks
and them ole G niggas with tha tha tha blocks
(ay) [5x]

[VERSE 3]

all that tuff talk ya just wastin ya breath
hit ya ass with them things have ya chasin ya breath
you got loose lips..ya betta put a collar on em
black chenelle frames I spent a cuple dollas on em
hoes want the kush just to get mah mind right
?? see the ones get my sound right
mah money come fast so thas how I spit it
trunk soundin liek it got a marchin band in it
u in the minor leagues, and im a heavy weight
flippin brick houses,we call it real estate
5 thousand by the pound get ya curb serviced
sell a lot of grass like I got a lawn service

[HOOK]

It′s young jizzle from the bottom of the map
got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap
(ay) [5x]
I do it for the trappers with tha-tha-tha rocks
and them ole G niggas with tha tha tha blocks

@ Young Jeezy

Текст песни:

[Gunshots]

Four shots to the chest, my niggas get at me
They don′ fucked around and fucked up my new white tee
I′m just livin my life, why they mad at me
Woke up this morning, I ain′t see this coming
Should I even bust back, you ain′t see me running
I hope heaven got a VIP line
Got some partners in hell that′ll sneak me in the back door
You know I hate waitin in line

Paramedics on the way, but they wastin they time
Everybody standin over a nigga, screamin and shit
Damn, ya′ll give a nigga a second to think
Which one of you niggas shot me, it was one of you bastards
Bet a nigga can′t throw a hundred grand in my casket

[CHORUS:]
Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans
A USDA top and a throw-away glock
Bury me a G, nothin more nothin less
When I get where I′m goin, I just gotta be fresh
[x2]

[VERSE 2:]
Expect the worst, but hope for the best
But you know how it is, amen god bless
I can′t leave now niggas owe me money
My nigga on the westside owe me bout a dub
And my partner with a few, shit he owe a nigga too

I should′a hugged my son, should′a kissed my mother
Spent some time with her, show her I love her
Every night she was prayin for me, I was in the streets
Active little nigga, should I stay in some beef
Gucci go through some shit and he really need me
And what about the streets, shit they need me too
I′m on some got Def Jam, shit they owe a nigga too

[CHORUS:]
Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans
A USDA top and a throw-away glock
Bury me a G, nothin more nothin less
When I get where I′m goin, I just gotta be fresh
[x2]

[News:]
We interruped our program to bring you this breaking news story,
I′m Kelly Washington reporting for WKKT Cannel 7
Witnesses say that around 1.45 this morning shots were fired out of an atlanta nightclub rapper
Young
Jeezy was involved in this shooting but at this time it is unclear wether he was a suspect or the
victim
We′ll bring you further details as they become available
Back to you [x2]

[Young Jeezy:]
I was on my way i was almost gone
I was almost there i was almost home
It was some Kanye sh*t tryna touch the sky
Jesus walks god testify
I′m a legend like John we′re ordinary people
You only get one life there′s no sequel
So you can′t take nothing for granted
And don′t take granted for nothing

So i gotta thank god for waking me up this morning
And giving me this air to breath
Jesus lord forgive me for
Every Gram i sold
Every glock i popped
Every rock that i...

[CHORUS:]
Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans
A USDA top and a throw-away glock
Bury me a G, nothin more nothin less
When I get where I′m goin, I just gotta be fresh
[x4]

@ Young Jeezy

Текст песни:

[Intro]
Yeah
Just call me young
My money grown doe, by the way
Ha ha, let′s go
Ha ha ha, Young, you already know what time it is
Let′s go

[Chorus]
Said I′m young by the way, the one by the way
I ain′t trippin′ I just do this shit for fun by the way
The truth by the way, the proof by the way
Mr. Front up on me know I′m gonna shoot by the way
I said it′s on by the way, I′m in the zone by the way
You can call me Mr. Get ′Em gone by the way
I did it by the way, I was with it by the way
I talk it like I did it cause I lived it by the way

[Verse 1]
What ya say Young
The boy might go nut′s, puttin′ holes in niggas just like donuts
My cream be crispy, these niggas can′t get me
They must be the wrong size cause these niggas can′t fit me
Never let ′em play me, never let ′em bullshit me
If they ever bullshit me, send the coroners to get me
And when the coroner come get′s me, I′m a take you pussies with me
I ain′t trustin′ 12 shoots, you know I keep them choppers with me
And I don′t trust you dum-ah-cluts, you know I keep them shotta′s with me
Can′t let the goons get bored, got to keep them niggas busy
And I ain′t trustin′ no body, so I took my money with me
Cause last time they got me get me get me

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Stay on it by the way, I want it by the way
Take it to ya mama′s mama house where everybody stay
Where everybody sleep, leave everybody sleep
Have a baby by who, that′s everybody′s freak
Baby like a drycleaners, done seen everybodys sheets
Take ′em straight to the hood, let everybody eat
I went down they went down, now everybody cheap
Or should I say cheaper maybe even lower
Ya′ll niggas gettin′ missed if ya′ll talk any slower
Then ya flow a be screwed, now that a be rude
I demand my respect, plus I gotta sack
Had the Westside crackin′ ask about in the map

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I turned a brick into a clothing, line a boost commercial
And they still talkin′ young, so who′s commercial
Young like Noah I move them birds by the two
Daddy need to smoke, the coupe need a pair of shoes
I keep my A.I. on still won′t cross over
I gotta half a box left I think I need more soda
Hustlin′′ since I was ten still ain′t met Sosa
I just got this thing in it′s too big for a holster
They say I′m bipolar so indecisive
So muthafuckin′ what I know some bitches who like it
The real niggas recite it, the real bitches they love it
It′s just the way that I thug it it′s what they want I′m like fuck it

@ Young Jeezy

Текст песни:

Yeah
Cannon I see you Nigga (Cannon)
See Imma′ start off so slow yeah i said so slow
They love me out in D.C. just like gogo
I said gogo yeah I said gogo
See ′em back with Don Cannon it′s a gogo
See I want my song like Cocoa
I like to heat mine up like Cocoa
See dem 87 Jeans see the logo
Every time a day, count em′ baby gogo

you know how the drought be everything slow
you know how the drought be anything goes
Remember back when, when I got the snow low
And I was in and out of state just like Romo

Lookin′ out for them boys no homo
Can′t tell em what ur drivin′ thats a no no
I′mma tell you this but keep it on the low low
If his numbers too low he might be the popo

Things are gettin′ higher (things are getting higher)
Makes it hard on the buyers (hard on the buyers)
When im coming on the rise
sun rise, sun rise
?? (green light, green light)
Rent being paid late (rent being paid late)

Please, (please)
Let the dollar circulate (yeah)
Let it, let it, let it, let it
Circulate circulate, circulate, Circulate, circulate.

Sitting here staring at this empty safe
Like what the fuck im gonna do with all this empty space
Got me looking at my bills,
like this aint my place
You know i never stop the party
But that aint my place

And im never giving up, that aint my place
If it was my case, Then i plee the 5th
But the way im feeling now,
might drink me a fifth

Next year im breakin out, might send me a gift
Might send you a ride, Might send you a lift
Might send you a roll, Might send you a script
Might send you a bag, might send you a plug
Might send you some thangs, might show you some love

Yeah, Don′t be the next to get flexed
Notice you aint′ but ya might wanna check
I tell you what, this is what i′ll tell you
When shit get rough
No tellin what they′ll sell you

Interest rates going up (interest rates going up)
Somebody might give a fuck (somebody might give a fuck)
Meat prices understatement? (understatement)
You can get a teacher on the way?
Airlines are running late

Please, Please, (please)
Let the dollar circulate
(Let the dollar circulate)
Let it, let it, let it, let it
Circulate circulate, circulate, Circulate, circulate

I hate to have to be the one that said I told you
Move over I can′t wait until this recessions over
Higher than me, Shit Im tryin to see
And whereever they be at it, thats where Im tryin to be
It was all good a week ago Young the big tipper
Grind it all, we can throw it all at the strippers

Looking at my stash, like where the fuck the rest at
Looking at my watch like its a bad investment
Speakin of investmens, we talking investments
My Re-Up money, Yeah im tryna invest it
Sell a nigga dream, Man tellin me its up
Folks got it on hold, still aint heard nothing

Sound like the countrys going broke
The industrys going up in smoke
Politicians talking crazy
Or they just bein to lazy
Is it all because of watergate?

Please (please), Please (please)
Let the dollar circulate
(Let the dollar circulate)
Let it, let it, let it, let it
Circulate circulate, circulate, Circulate, circulate

@ Young Jeezy