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(feat. Young Jeezy) [Yukmouth:] I went from old school Scrapers To high top Forces You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Jordan's And you aint seen what I seen I could get a quarter mil in these Makaveli Jeans I went from old school Scrapers To high top Forces You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Jordan's And you aint did what I did Where you from, where I'm from You gotta split a nigga weed [Yukmouth:] Everybody already know, Yuk a real thug nigga When you see me in the streets, I'm a real drug dealer [Young Jeezy:] (That's Right) I hope you got yours I keep mine The AK had you faggots throwing peace signs You better act like you know the facts Platinum Dodge magnums packed in back with me, and E-Black [Young Jeezy:] (Yeaaahhh) Them other niggas is weenies Letras de cancionesWhat you spent on your crib I spent it all on a GT [Yukmouth:] (HA HA) In one night two bitches, three bottles of Chris Two hundred grand spit Just to put a glance at the whiff Stay in beef so I carry that toaster But don't talk shit my four fifth ferocious [Young Jeezy:] (Yeaaahhh) I not just my imagination I know that I'm the reason why you faggots hating [Young Jeezy:] (That's riggghhht) The NMS sayin Yuk got robbed I'm back playboy Cause Yuk fuck with the mob... Yeah [Yukmouth:] I went from old school Scrapers To high top Forces You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Jordan's And you aint seen what I seen I could get a quarter mil in these Makaveli Jeans I went from old school Scrapers To high top Forces You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Jordan's And you aint did what I did Where you from, where I'm from You gotta split a nigga weed [Young Jeezy:] Black tee, black One's and a Philly cap The mach-11 make me walk with a crazy dack Ay, Ya'll say we country niggas, Yee-Ha The money cartin back and forth like a see-saw And ya'll aint never seen what we saw Stacks of twenty dollar bills Bricks of white rock But they got little faith They don't care about shit Ludacris how they ride out with twenty dub bricks [Young Jeezy:] (Yeaahhh) Should i spit it for ya'll? Or the real my niggas Should i spit it for ya'll? Ay, who gives a fuck about friends If you mix the baking soda with it You can get a Benz While your robbing and boosting I'm standing over stove like the chef in Houston And it's not about the flip man Or the real bread dog It's all about your rep man [Yukmouth:] I went from old school Scrapers To high top Forces You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Jordan's And you aint seen what I seen I could get a quarter mil In these Makaveli Jeans I went from old school Scrapers To high top Forces You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Jordan's And you aint did what I did Where you from, where I'm from You gotta split a nigga weed From Letras Mania