Young Jeezy - Trap Or Die lyrics

[Young Jeezy]
Last time I checked I was the man on these streets
They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats
Got diareah flow, now I shit on niggaz
Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggaz (let's get it on)
Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom
They blowin purple shit that keep me high like the moon
Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know hitman
Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know hitman
Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know 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, dramatic nigga)
Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill (that's right)
Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill

[Young Jeezy]
Last time I checked I was the man on these streets
They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats
Got diareah flow, now I shit on niggaz
Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggaz (let's get it on)
Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom
They blowin purple shit that keep me high like the moon
Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know 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
Went from old school chevys
To beamer coupes
Got a 100 niggaz with me and everybody gon shoot (yeaaaa)
Try me nigga, that's your first mistake
Eat your lil ass up like a chanterelle plate
The whole pie like Dominoes, yes indeed
I'm tryna stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese
You can try dog, but it ain't easy
Mix the flake with the soda, got Young Jeezy (damnnn)
You still wanna talk Blow man?
Soft White like Alaska, call me Snowman

[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Smoke purp by the pound, Goose by the fifth
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga
Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth
Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga)

[Bun B]
Yea, 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 shoulda been
In case you don't understand, we'll 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 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 gettin killed

[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Smoke purp by the pound, Goose by the fifth
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga
Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth
Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga

[Slick Pulla]
We think like mathematicians, move like mobsters
It's bout to be a grizzly winter nigga straight monster (real nigga)
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 hustlin
Fuck the government, we got our own, the Track-Publicans
Chillin pimp niggaz don't know the first thing about the block
I'm 279 grams of straight drop out the pot
Real street niggaz, 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 lil man
break it down, get back, see a couple grams"
And don't talk to square niggaz, you know, spongebobs
Kanye West niggaz, talking through the wire dawg
Watch for goonies when you got it, niggaz wanna rob
And pull a staff and quarterback 'em like Brett Favre

[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Smoke purp by the pound, Goose by the fifth
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga
Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth
Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga

Young Jeezy - I Luv It lyrics

Ride Till I Die
Lord Knows I Stay High
And I love it

[Hook:]
We count 100s on the table 20s on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with some more
And I love it
And I love it
I got gangstas in the crowd bad bitches at my show
Parked out side and its sittin on vogues
And love it
And love it

Once again it's on
I'm back in the motherfucking booth
These niggas still lying
I'm the motherfucking truth
I don't believe I need some more fucking proof
I ain't want the four door I copped the motherfucking coupe
They tryin be me, I'm just tryin be G
And everything comes to em like you'll see
These niggas in the dark baby ill just shine
I do it from the heart homie they just rhyme
Check your watch nigga it's my time
Mind made up I was on my grind (that's right)
So pay attention yea you on my time
In that Case time waits for no man
Do it again I done done it before man
MOE you ain't part of the program
Or maybe you niggas ain't listening
Open your eyes I'm a blessing in disguise

[Hook:]
We count 100s on the table 20s on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with some more
And I love it
And I love it
I got gangstas in the crowd bad bitches at my shows
Parked out said and its sittin on vogues
And love it
And love it

Yea I blow up, but they ain't like that
They switched up on me, and I ain't like that
Sold my first brick, Yea I came right back
Fast forward the tape, nigga look at me now
And I never turn back so motherfuck that
Life is on the ground got my head to the sky
Smoked all day lord knows I stay high
Stay on top, lord knows I'm gonna try
A mill for the moment lord knows I'm gonna die
And when I get to hell lord knows I'm gonna fry
Woke up this morning so I'm still alive
Thirty six Os I sold them all for Five
(Count it)

[Hook:]
We count 100s on the table 20s on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with some more
And I love it
And I love it
I got gangstas in the crowd bad bitches at my show
Parked out said and its sittin on vogues
And love it
And love it

Been around the world it's the same ol caine
Been around the world it's the same ol thang (Dro)
All the real niggas either dead or in jail
And if you're looking for me homie I'm in the ATL
You Gotta play it how it go you can't cheat on life
Ya better drink a red bull you can't sleep on life
I ain't tryna do you I'm just tryna do me
Last album did two I'm just tryna do three
Fresh out the block yea the work was hard
Ride with the top down so I'm closer to god
My PO telling me I need a nine to five
But I already got a job and that's stayin alive

[Hook:]
We count 100s on the table 20s on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with some more
And I love it
And I love it
I got gangstas in the crowd bad bitches at my show
Parked out said and its sittin on vogues
And love it
And love it

Ride till I die
Lord knows I stay high
And I live it
And I live it

Ride till I die
Lord knows I stay high
And I live it
And I live it

Ride till I die
Lord knows I stay high
And I live it
And I live it

Young Jeezy - Vacation lyrics

I go to...
Like that don't cha
Yeah yeah yeah (hahaha)
Yeah n****
Turn me up a lil bit

Said I'm stressed out... so tired
My days... so long
Said I'm stressed out... so tired
Gotta... move on

[Chorus:]
I needa vacation

I'm goin' to Decatur
Where it's greater
See if I could stack me up some paper
I needa vacation...
I'm going to da bluff
Where it's rough
See if I could cook me up enough
I needa vacation...
I'm goin to College Park
Where it's dark
See if I could cook me up somethin hard
I needa vacation...
I'm going to the fo'
Where it go
An er'body know I make it snow
I needa vacation...

See me standin here
Like a chandelier
Gangsta of da year
Sippin' belvidere
I'm smokin' inglewood
I'm feelin' hella good
A n**** wish he could
I wish a n**** would
I'm smokin' on dat good
I'm grippin' on da grain
Louie 13
Mixed with hurricane
Like a crippled mane
You could catch me with dat cane
Gonna be a bloody murda
If I catch you with my chain
See these hatin' ass n*****
Gettin' on my nerves
I'm so up on da job
I'm at a loss fa words
I put it on da hood
Gettin' money til I'm dead
Only thang I'm fearin' is da muh'fuckin' feds

[Chorus]

Yeah I'm outta hur
Send ya a post card
N if ya outta dat
Send ya some mo' hard
I need some piecea mind
Some relaxation
I'm mindin' my biness
So why ya n***** hatin'
I keep it too real
So why ya n***** fakin'
Ya try it if ya want
Cause my n***** waitin'
Won't let cha stress me out
Won't let cha worry me
Jus cause I'm doin' good
Won't let cha murda me
It's drivin' me insane
It's makin' me crazy
Ya know ya owe a n****
So fuck you pay me
I put it on da hood
Gettin' money til I'm dead
Only thang I'm fearin' is da muh'fuckin' feds

[Chorus]

I needa vacation
I'm goin to Pittsburgh
Where it's greater
See if I could stack me up some paper
I needa vacation...
I'm goin' to Summerhill
Where it's rough
See if I could cook me up enough
I needa vacation...
I'm going to da H-wood
Where it's dark
See if I could cook me up some hard
I needa vacation...
Jones Berg south
Where it go
Er'body know I make it snow
I needa vacation...

Said I'm stressed out... so tired
My days... so long
Said I'm stressed out... so tired
Gotta... move On

I needa vacation...

[Chorus]

Young Jeezy - Crazy World lyrics

(What they want?)
They want that killing shit
That dumb shit that where you from shit
That ride around you hood all day with your gun shit
All I got to my name is two bricks and one felony
Your going back to jail that's what my conscious keep on telling me
I really ain't buying all this bullshit they selling me
When the government throwing more curves than the letter C
I said the letter C I guess that's for correctional
They try to box me in, sit me still like a vegetable

[Chorus:]
God damn another trap I think bush trying to punish us
Send a little message out to each and every one of us
Real g shit well that's really unheard of
When you get more time for selling dope than murder
In this crazy world
This world keeps spinning my rims still spinning
Even though the money slow we still spend it
In this crazy world
Let this world keep turning yeah my blunt still burning
Same thing different day still burning
In this crazy world and this dopes still selling
And these nigga's still telling
Will you make it through the day? It's no telllin
In this crazy world (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
In this crazy world

When I was fourteen I turned nothing to a quarter meal
Probably why I never give a f**k about a record deal
And I ain't never tried this shit imagine how that white feel
But that don't even matter though trying to pay the light bill,
Light bill, phone bill plus my granny nerve pill
Feel like I should be takin em' imagine how my nerves feel
I want a new bently my aunty need a kidney
And if I let her pass her children never will forgive me

[Chorus:]
God damn another trap I think bush trying to punish us
Send a little message out to each and every one of us
Real g shit well that's really unheard of
When you get more time for selling dope than murder
In this crazy world
This world keeps spinning my rims still spinning
Even though the money slow we still spend it
In this crazy world
Let this world keep turning yeah my blunt still burning
Same thing different day still burning
In this crazy world and this dopes still selling
And these nigga's still telling
Will you make it through the day? It's no telllin
In this crazy world (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
In this crazy world

I ain't a x box so why you niggas trying to play with me
I really be the streets so what you niggas got to say to me
Can't be much can't be much (why?) cause I ain't listening
I just left the hood and I'll be damned if they ain't filling them
Want to see me fall off guess that just the way it be
Old school timber beam them usually that the way it be
And plus I got a driver that get them things from a to b
Soon as you get your money right they hit you with conspiracy

[Chorus:]
God damn another trap I think bush trying to punish us
Send a little message out to each and every one of us
Real g shit well that's really unheard of
When you get more time for selling dope than murder
In this crazy world
This world keeps spinning my rims still spinning
Even though the money slow we still spend it
In this crazy world
Let this world keep turning yeah my blunt still burning
Same thing different day still burning
In this crazy world and this dopes still selling
And these nigga's still telling
Will you make it through the day? It's no telllin
In this crazy world (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
In this crazy world