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2. _ J.E.E.Z.Y.
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood
All's well that ends well
Outside watering their lawn and shit
Birds are chirping, dogs are barking
It's beautiful
That may be your hood but this is my hood
Got the red dogs trippin' and these niggas still snitchin'
The old lady across the street still bitchin'
It's 3 in the mornin take your old ass to sleep
The third time she's called the police this week
Lookin' at my Franck Muller, it's about that time
Your folks just left so I'm on my grind
Said you wanna two-fifty cause you need that nine
I want that bread but I don't need that dime
Charger fresh out the shop with that suicide doors
Swear I died and came back alive
With 22 inches all under the frame
Keep my pocket full of bread, you niggas know the name
[Chorus]
Jeezy like to drink
Jeezy like to smoke
Jeezy like to mix arm and hammer with his coke
Jeezy at the trap
Jeezy like to grind
Jeezy bout his paper
Cause Jeezy like to shine
Sold those squares yeah I cooked them oh's
Guilty as charged yeah I rock them shows
I can't even lie yeah I fucked them hoes
Trapped all day spent it all on clothes
Shop all day till the mall is clothed
Come back to the trap get my pockets swoll
Fruitopia, smoke blueberry
Mix it with the purp, we call it cranberry
The Bin Laden clips yeah they came with the chopper
Got a slick mouth I hope you came with a doctor
The boy stacks cheese like it came with the whopper
Stay fly like I came in a chopper
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Ain't shit shakin' but the leaves in the trees
Between me and you I got a deal on the Ki's
Six in one run, laid a mil on the trees
Hit the broad every night, keep a plug on the white
Mr. 17-5, you niggas know the name
Why y'all playin' y'all know it ain't a game
This is me motherfucker, why would I ever change
120 carats, you niggas see the chain
I'm a bathing ape fanatic
Red monkey junkie
Glass pots on the stove got the kitchen smellin' funky
Sold a million records but I still flip them blocks
On the TV every day but I'm still pop them glocks
[Chorus]
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13. _ 3AM
Uh, ay, uh, ay, uh, ay, ay, ay
(mumbling) Here we go, here we go
Let's get it
It's Young Jizzle and I'm back with Timbo (whoa)
With another hit, ya still stuck in a limbo (damn)
An adlib here, and an adlib there (ay)
Fuck it, adlibs everywhere (yeah)
As I proceed to give ya what you need (need)
Spit tre drop, nigga cocoa leaves (leaves)
A-Town pimp, tell me what you know about it
Wanna talk white, I'll tell ya what I know about it (ha ha)
I'm on that Grey Goose, higher than a pelican (damn)
Sophomore year, but I spit it like a veteran (yup)
Gangsta, gangsta, you can tell by the swag (swag)
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?
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It's about three in the morning (ay)
Gotta leave with somethin' hot cause a nigga horny (yeah)
Now I'm in the parking lot, baby all over me (ha ha)
Ay, ay, wait a minute ha (let's go)
It's about three in the morning (ay)
Got my thing, cocked cause them boys they be on it (yeah)
niggas they be talkin' but, they don't really want it (what ya say?)
Ay, ay, wait a minute ha (let's go)
The flow's so cold (yup) and I'm so cool (whoa)
Let a nigga try, I'm a act a damn fool (ay)
Got that welfare, we call it old school
Then we mix it all up, call it Pro Tools (ha ha)
Serve em demo tracks (tracks) let em demo that (yeah)
All these bitches in the club, where the bad ones at? (huh)
She got a mean walk (walk) I got a big stick (yeah)
I see ya muggin' homie, I got a full clip (yeah)
See I master that, and then I mastered this
Then I bring it all back, I gotta master wrist
I was on dro (dro) and she was on Hen (Hen)
She was on her, and I was zonin' (let's get it)
[Chorus]
Verse three, I'm back to the basics (yup)
Fresh out the jeweler, came back with the bracelet (ay)
Blowing haze yea dogg I can taste it
Parked the 430 came back in a spaceship (damn)
And my whip game (game) is so sick man (yeah)
I double up every time I flip man (whoa)
Birds by the flocks, clips in the glocks
Multi-platinum, still watchin' for the cops (ha ha)
Ya girl keep sweating me, she staring at my rocks (rocks)
Me I'm gee'd up, grabbing on my...huh?
I walk it how I talk it, play it how I say it
Me and Timb on the track, but everybody play it
[Chorus]
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19. _ Bang
[Chorus]
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
If you ain't from round here dog don't even come around
Twist ya fingers up bang motherfucker bang
Throw ya hoods up bang motherfucker bang
Eastside! (Hit 'em up bang motherfucker bang)
Westside! (Hit 'em up, bang motherfucker bang)
Do ya thug thing gon' get 'em up
Represent ya side nigga hit 'em up
Disrespect we gon' take it there
We 30 deep lil nigga we ain't fighting fair
You better holla at ya partners
Before we catch them outside and hit they ass wit dem choppers
The .45 make my pants sag
Catch me bouncing through the club wit my black flag
You don't like it do something nigga
Where I'm from if we don't like it we do something nigga
And you know we gon' ride homes
Stomped a nigga ass out until they turn the lights on
[Chorus]
Me and Jeezy on the back street
Choppers in the back seat
What we fin to do the questions yean even gotta ask me
Desert in my lap and skullcap and a black tee
Looking for the niggas that say they fin to attack me
Turn the music down low and let the 'llac creep
Fuck the police I give a damn if they catch me
Wait a minute that's that nigga looking at me
Let off 50 shots you niggas ran like a track meet
I know my partners would have did the job for a flat fee
But seeing dem niggas bleed is the only thing that's gon' relax me
I'm hands on nigga damn what you say
All them games that you play don't stand a chance in the A nigga
[Chorus]
Roll up on yo block
All the bullshit stops
Man hoe know that I'm the prince so that ass gon' drop
I was born in the A with things in the way
Smoke weed everyday
Zone 3 where I stay
Yeah I think I'm the shit cause I got an SS
But the shit a old folk so you can receive the letter
I'm the best of the best
And the freshest of the fresh
Gotta pistol black out wit an Atlanta Hawk vest
Gotta lifetime of trouble and my brain still nervous
I don't rep the A by mistake I do the shit on purpose
Do it how it's worth it rim and the cars swerving
It ain't nothing but Lil Scrappy and g's up to start murkinin' ya
[Chorus]
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