Hey, what's up with partner, where he live, where he stay at? Where the ice, where the bread, where the cake at? I'm telling you man you don't want it with dem boyz Everyone of them got felonies man! I'ma slap me a nigga, before it's over with I'ma rush me a nigga, before it's over with Duct tape me a nigga, before it's over with I'ma bust me a nigga, before it's over with I'm sick and I'm tired of niggas always asking bout mine If I'm cockin' that iron, I'm telling you I'm sending them signs I move fast forward, I ain't got no button to rewind I react of instinct, I ain't stressin' no time I came a long way from peddlin' rocks Block recognized the gansta and he up my stock Showed me the recipe and other grams I copped Home ain't a home without a arm and hammer box Shit, Jeezy just be being on that cell Got them pre-teen numbers I like, like R. Kelly Lotta niggas they be claimin' the spot But we the only ones that still represent it like mascots So ask not why my attitude is shitty Step aside why a real nigga move the city, huh From my block to your block niggas know me They know that ole reppin' ass niggas a O.G. We use to rock flip-flops, tube socks with gold teeth And a flip flop crease with gold shoes on all they feet Please believe we ain't playing no games But I will take a charge, you try to drive my lane Plus I gotta donkey dick to drive the broads in sane I'm a street cat, shit you know I'm hard to tame Hey, whats up with partner, where he live, where he stay at? Where the ice, where the bread, where the cake at? I'm telling you man you don't want it with dem boyz Everyone of them got felonies man! I'ma slap me a nigga, before it's over with I'ma rush me a nigga, before it's over with Duct tape me a nigga, before it's over with I'ma bust me a nigga, before it's over with I'm a gansta muthafucka if you ever seen one Black fitty cap nigga and some Air Force One's Hey and I'm strapped so don't set trip .45 hitcha make your whole chest split Sleepy Brown nigga I can't wait Fifty grand round my neck like bait Hey and keep thinking its gravy Everybody from my hood know Jeezy is crazy And I ain't playin' witcha motherfuckers Shoot both of y'all make y'all niggas blood brothers And I'm so sincere, I ain't playing witcha niggas this year Hey, we gone rob dem Boyz N Da Hood Bitch please, I'll kill a muthafucks 'bout Jody Breeze Yeah nigga, that's the truth, 'bout Big Dee Big Duke I'll shoot Hey, what's up with partner, where he live, where he stay at? Where the ice, where the bread, where the cake at? I'm telling you man you don't want it with dem boyz Everyone of them got felonies man! I'ma slap me a nigga, before it's over with I'ma rush me a nigga, before it's over with Duct tape me a nigga, before it's over with I'ma bust me a nigga, before it's over with I'm tellin' you man I be rollin' on dem corners No Range, no necklace man Range Rover no rims left they neck in da pain And put the silencer on the tip professional man Pressure point blank like a sexual change And splitcha head down the middle like a sectional man Hard blow to hard coat exposin' the 4 Even though I tote gun I don't rob no more Now here I go on the patio with a flat head screwdriver Prying on the side door in a gat proof suit liner Calm but I'm wide open they act I'm do something Quite it's going down on em with a Mac 11, 2 rifle Pistol, pumps, switch and knives Pistol grips, smoked clips, nighsticks and plyers No myth, I'm him fucka get hypnotized Now get killed in da mist we suggest you ride Hey, whats up with partner, where he live, where he stay at? Where the ice, where the bread, where the cake at? I'm telling you man you don't want it with dem boyz Everyone of them got felonies man! I'ma slap me a nigga, before it's over with I'ma rush me a nigga, before it's over with Duct tape me a nigga, before it's over with I'ma bust me a nigga, before it's over with Well, I'm the youngest in the click boy Try me like a bitch and I'll betcha I'll be the first to punch you in ya shit Y'all niggas just talking, y'all niggas ain't ready Y'all niggas don't want none of dis While y'all out spending 100's on your necks Spending 100's on your wrist, spending 100's on your rims I'm on da block spending 100's on bricks Sending 100's to the J gotta 100 more fits Fake niggas get killed round here It's real in the field betta get it how you live And if not cock back bust atcha cock suckers Muthafucka in fact I will 'Cause the niggas that I roll with and blow dro with Fuck hoes with they outta control Realer in bumpin' Chevy's with Mac 11's holdin' it steady Ready to put seven off in your belly boy Hey, what's up with partner, where he live, where he stay at? Where the ice, where the bread, where the cake at? I'm telling you man you don't want it with dem boyz Everyone of them got felonies man! I'ma slap me a nigga, before it's over with I'ma rush me a nigga, before it's over with Duct tape me a nigga, before it's over with I'ma bust me a nigga, before it's over with © BULLHOUSE PUBLISHING; 9196, INC; YOUNG JEEZY MUSIC INC; ISHMOOT MUSIC; BUBBA GEE MUSIC; EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; NOONTIME TUNES; WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING CORP; EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC.; THE PUBLISHING DESIGNEE - LEE DIXON; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com