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[Lead in: Young Jeezy] Just coolin'... [x6] Look... I was a boy in the hood before I ever knew Puffy Bitch I been a made man, dare you muh'fuckas to touch me. [x3] Guess I was too legit, like hammer, they can't touch me Made a livin' off Arm & Hammer, guess I was lucky (Go) Y'all niggas don't really want it with 'cool J' I guess it's me against the world, God damn, what can I say? Just coolin'... [x6] [Young Jeezy:] Look... I was a boy in the hood before I ever knew Puffy Bitch I been a made man, dare you muh'fuckas to touch me Guess I was too legit, like hammer, they couldn't touch me Made a livin' off Arm & Hammer, guess I was lucky (Go) Y'all niggas don't really want it with 'cool J' I guess it's me against the world, God damn, what can I say? I put them little boys on my lap, I birthed niggas How you think they got on the map? I earthed niggas Keep buying bullshit chains, and pay some homage Sell your music from the side of the road, the shit is garbage Look at Young, came right back applying pressure Letras de cancionesJust know that I'm a die by mine, might need a stretcher (Look) Look at me, I'm back on my shit, nothing can touch me I can buy a hundred sixteen bricks, move to Kentucky Might buy a big house on the hill, might buy a farm Bitch, I'm buying so many watches, might buy an arm (Yeeeahhhhhhh) Fresh as the white as I'm sellin' ya, a living legend Street Bible say when I die, I'll live in Heaven But just in case a nigga don't make it, see you in Hell The streets ain't fucking with snow? I can't tell I remember selling so much snow, I couldn't smell "Where you learn to do your thing with the snow? " It wasn't Yale Graduated at the top of my class, no cap and gown Copped that candy-cane Lam' on they ass, who's capping now? {Lam' - Lamborghini Man these muh'fuckas hating to hate, that's what I hate And deep down way in their soul, they know I'm great Muthafuckas acting like I ain't did it, like I ain't done it Then Michael Jackson up my lanes, and bitch I run it I can see the finish line from here, I might sprint Remember nothing inside my pockets but white lint I should charge you mothafuckas to roam, just like Sprint I'm used to bussin' licks all on my phone, behind tint {Bussin' - Busting) I'm from where niggas pull them home invasions, behind rent From where them folks have them dogs in the cars, behind tints From where them best friend shoot up they friends behind cash Best friends shoot up they Benz, behind ass And I was the one keepin' it real, when they was fakin' And I was the one to serve you a deal, when they was bakin' Can paint a picture using my words, look like they posing You know my chains like to dance in the light, look like they broken I used to risk my life, that's everyday, that trap life Make these muh'fuckas mad cause I know what that trap like Y'all got these mothafuckas faking they street, they really sidewalk Nigga don't say what they mean, they really side talk Fresh Airmax, a hundred miles, and runnin' I do it for them niggas, a hundred pounds and comin' And damn right that boy ain't playing, he bite back Know how to say right shit on the right track And everybody ordering beef, I had a steak Serve me two to the head, my momma' gon' cry a lake Til my casket drop I'm chasing this cash, where will it stop? Bet my bitch went to bed masturbating, listening to Pac They love me when I was here, but will they mourn me? Ten deep on the side of the road, in that Californy Damn right, TMZ they on me, but they ain't tell you 'bout them two 40 cals was on me Extend-o with them long ass clips, them bitches heavy And ain't no more playing, GA, cause bitch I'm ready. 'The Real'... From Letras Mania