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Young Jeezy
I'm the realest nigg* in here you already know
Got trapper of the year four times in a row (what they give you?)
A lifetime supply of baking soda clientele
A roley watch, two pounds and three scales
Can get bout 50 and a Hummer
The birds fly down south to Georgia for the summer
Money, hoes, cars, clothes
Coke prices up and down like six-fours
Just cuz I'm fly like a helicopter
The fed rallies on my tail call 'em bird watchers
Minus the bulls**t life's great
Just got a camera in the peach in my license plate
Chorus
What it do? What the business is?
Word on the street Jeezy known to handle his
b*tch getcha mind right let me talk to 'em
b*tch getcha mind right let me talk to 'em
What it do? What the business is?
Word on the street Jeezy known to handle his
b*tch getcha mind right let me talk to 'em
b*tch getcha mind right let me talk to 'em
Young Jeezy
It's not a trick question yeah I'm strapped b*tch
Also ripped nigg* miss me wit that rap s**t
Rappin as* nigg* better do numbers
I ain't gotta rap I'ma do numbers
A big shoot out on the highway
Jeezy hangin out the coupe let it ride sideways
A straight g nigg* don't tempt me
I'll lend ya the whole clip til the empty
Big stacks yeah I got that
That's why I copped that cris by the six packs
Got the feds lines ringin let a tele-a-thon
Snitches want me locked up like Akon
Chorus
Young Jeezy
Jeezy a rider, Jeezy a motherfkin fool
Don't approach him like that you and Jeezy ain't cool
Jeezy a gangsta he rolls wit the real g's
And if he's smokin best believe its real trees
From L.A. Straight cush
Presidential s**t call it George bush
Everyday is like a game call it fear factor
Gotta trunk full of bricks like a contractor
Seen leave here and they ain't comin back
Left 'em slumped on the green in his Cadillac
Jimmy crack horn Jeezy flip O's
I just stick to the script y'all hoes
