Young Jeezy - Trap or die • correction
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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 niggers
Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggers (let's get it on)
Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom
They blowing purple shit that keep me high like the moon
Yeah, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hit man
I'm a hater like you, fuck my wristband
Nigger 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 holding got a gangster grill
Went from old school Chevy's
To beamer coupes
Got a 100 niggers with me and everybody gonna shoot (yeah)
Try me nigger, that's your first mistake
Eat your little ass up like a chanterelle plate
The whole pie like Dominoes, yes indeed
I'm trying to stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese
You can try dog, but it ain't easy
Mix the flake with the soul and carry Young Jeezy (damn)
You still wanna talk flow man?
Soft white Alaska call me Snowman
refrain:
Smoke purple by the pound, ounce by the fifth
Free up on the first then again on the fifth (yeah)
We trap or die nigger, we trap or die nigger
Ya know these hoes love a nigger cause they know that we the truth
Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeah)
We trap or die nigger, we trap or die nigger)
Yea, back up in the hood again, where it's all good again
Riding candy slab, gripping on the wood again
Out of line niggers get back in place where you should've been
In case you don't understand, we'll make it understood again
King of the underground, my gangster will never fail
You bout to make me go postal for fucking with my mail
You got the connect, but you ain't got the clientèle's
You the hoax and niggers know it, that shit ain't hard to tell
Rat bitch, recognize that your cheese ain't been to sales
I'm fina break some bread with the feds, you dumb as hell
I been around the block before, sold it all for 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
Summertime get too hot I wait for winter when its cooler
ugk for life, free the pimp, you know the deal
In pat it's Trap Or Die and we ain't down for getting killed
refrain
We think like mathematicians, move like mobsters
It's bout to be a grizzly winter nigger straight monster (real nigger)
I'm posted up with my big schlapps, big snakes, big straps
You don't wanna feel that
Street addicts get a buzz from the hustling
Fuck the government, we got our own, the Track-Publicans
Chilling pimp niggers don't know the first thing about the block
I'm 279 grams of straight drop out the pot
Real street niggers, all the ghetto hoes on our jock
When I hit the strip, all my troops listen while I talk
This what I tell em, "Take these yams little man
break it down, get back, see a couple grams"
And don't talk to square niggers, you know, sponge bobs
Kanye West niggers, talking through the wire dog
Watch for goonies when you got it, niggers wanna rob
And pull a staff and quarterback 'em like Brett Favre
refrain