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[feat. Gucci Mane & Bun B] Jeezy, I know you ain't gon' let this shit go down like this nigga I'm hearin' these niggaz in the club, niggaz soundin' like you nigga Bitin' your motherfuckin' ad-libs, bitin' your motherfuckin' style nigga What the fuck goin' on nigga? You better check these motherfuckin' niggaz, mayne Real fuck with real nigga and these niggaz Ain't real out here on these motherfuckin' streets nigga Especially these fuck ass industry niggaz mayne Nigga we been doin' this shit since ninety-five Last time I checked I was the man on these streets They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats Got diarrhea flow, now I shit on niggaz, geah Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggaz, let's get it Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom Stay blowin' purple shit that keep me high like the moon Yeah, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hitman I'm a hater like you, fuck my wristband Nigga sneak this and that ain't how we play Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ, that's right Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin' got a gangsta grill Letras de cancionesWent from old school Chevys to Beamer coupes Got a hundred niggaz with me and everybody gon' shoot, yeah Try me nigga, that's your first mistake Eat your lil' ass up like a chanterelle plate The whole pie like Domino's, yes indeed I'm tryna stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese, hey You can try dawg but it ain't easy, nope Mix the flake with the soul, you got Young Jeezy, damn You still wanna talk blow man? Soft white like Alaska, call me snowman Smoke purp' by the pound, O's by the fifth Re-up on the first then again on the fifth, yeah We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga And these hoes love a nigga 'cause they know that we the truth Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice, yeah We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga Post on the block, rain, sleet, snow, sunny Slow motion, don't nothin' move but the money, geah Trap all day, day, with no lunch breaks, nope It's dinner time but a gangsta cookin' pancakes Rubberbands when we wrap them stacks Time to ship it outta town, you know Saran's the wrap, yeah Think ahead in case the K-9's get loose, geah In the tubes like the ties on my Mongoose, hey Smoke purp' by the pound, O's by the fifth Re-up on the first then again on the fifth, yeah We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga And these hoes love a nigga 'cause they know that we the truth Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice, yeah We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga Yeah, back up in the hood again, where it's all good again Ridin' candy slab, grippin' on the wood again Outta line niggaz get back in place where you should've been In case you don't understand, I'm a make it understood again King of the underground, my gangsta will never fail You 'bout to make me go postal for fuckin' with my mail You got the connect but you ain't got the clientele You the hoax and niggaz know it, that shit ain't hard to tell Rat bitch, recognize that your cheese ain't been to sales I'm finna break some bread with the feds? You dumb as hell I been around the block before, sold it all from rock to blow And I don't fuck around when the feds in town I got to go Respect my mind 'cause I'm a trill old schooler Summer time get too hot, I wait for winter when it's cooler U.G.K. for life, free the Pimp, you know the deal In P.A.T. it's trap or die and we ain't down for gettin' killed Smoke purp' by the pound, O's by the fifth Re-up on the first then again on the fifth, yeah We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga And these hoes love a nigga 'cause they know that we the truth Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice, yeah We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga From Letras Mania