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Young Jeezy - U Know What It Is

[Intro: Shwaty Redd]
Ay bruh, I′ma tell you on some real shit homie
You know what I′m sayin′, you can′t let this shit get to you dog
Know what I′m sayin′, it aint no pressure out there my nigga
Everybody fucks wit′ you cause of what you do my nigga
What you say, what you speak on these motherfuckin′ beats nigga
Only thing I can motherfuckin′ tell you on some real G shit
Is to stay focused and let these niggaz know you still the...

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Realest nigga alive
You could see it in my eyes
I aint playin wit ′em homie
Yeah I′m strapped when I ride
You real nigga yeah he keep it way hood
To govern a bitch, I make Georgia look good
Those a hundred proof nigga tell you different, he a liar
Drop 1 album, set the world on fire
I will not stop and I wont retire
You niggaz smoke good, but I stay higher
Take ′em back to the white lex bubble
Could of told back then that dem boys was in trouble
Trend setter like the boy Don Cannon
I started makin′ dollars then it started makin′ cents
I used to share my room with the roaches and the rats
My lil′ cousin Paul and my uncle, Bo′ Slick
Used to get ′em by the hunderds nigga, you can ask Slick
Bet Jeezy pack the dough homie just like Vick
You Know What It Is...

[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
I can′t even lie
A day like this
Hey, it′s gonna be a hell of a night
Homie you know what it is
Cause I′m so fly
Ya eyes don′t lie
You fukin wit a gangsta tonight
Baby, you know what It is
I can′t even lie
A day like this
Hey, it′s gonna be a hell of a night
Homie you know what it is
Cause I′m so high
My eyes don′t lie
You fuckin wit a gangsta tonight
Baby, you know what it is

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
I gave ′em my heart, they lent me they ears
This is the best gangsta shit that you′ve heard in years
I try to told dem niggaz keep one in the plastic
July 26, ya boy delivered a classic
I walk through the fire, gasoline doors
I dun seen everything nigga, and i dun sold it all
New whips every month, nigga i dun drove it all
Pocket full of bread, nigga bet i blow it all
And then we go to jail, and think about it all
Nuthin else to do, so we ball till′ we fall
Baby on the way, I′m just waitn on the call
Told her bring her her friends, we gon run through ′em all
Lets get it, she know what it is...

[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
I can′t even lie
A day like this
Hey, it′s gonna be a hell of a night
Homie you know what it is
Cause I′m so fly
Ya eyes don′t lie
You fukin wit a gangsta tonight
Baby, you know what It is
I can′t even lie
A day like this
Yey, it′s gonna be a hell of a night
Homie you know what it is
Cause I′m so high
My eyes don′t lie
You fuckin wit a gangsta tonight
Baby, you know what It is

[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]
I′m ya hoods last hopes
I′m the El′ Capi′tan
Ask about me in the city
I′m the motherfuckin′ man
Head above war, we call it 10 doors down
We hustle right here, work 10 doors down
Live life like a lottery, I call it the big game
Investigate it for me, I call it the big change
I sleep when I′m gone, yeah I′m tryna get to it
It′s like a Nike campagne the way ya′ boy just do it
Aye!, the paper keeps coming
yeah, it flows like fluid
Get a 50 pack and we run right through it
Make dem boys tuck it in cause I′m all iced out
87-32 yeah, you know what I′m about
HA HA, you know what it is...

[Chorus (fade out): Young Jeezy]
I can′t even lie
A day like this
Hey, it′s gonna be a hell of a night
Homie you know what it is
Cause I′m so fly
Ya eyes don′t lie
You fukin wit a gangsta tonight
Baby, you know what It is...

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 21:33:23

Wyclef Jean - You Know What It Is

[Intro: Wyclef Jean (T.I.)]
Ay boy, don′t spill my drink boy, ba-lip!
Now listen (Grand Hustle homie)
Everybody report to the bloodclaat dance floor (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Wyclef, "All Hands on Deck" - you love the beat?
(Boy you know what it is, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
Yo Tip, talk to me bloodclaat

[Chorus: T.I.]
I′m a real nigga homie, throw six figures on me
Got a pistol you don′t want it, boy you what what it is
Ay, I′m way flyer, my pay′s way higher
If they ever mention sire boy you know what it is
I got that drama, you don′t want no problems
Dial up that llama, boy you know what it is
Ay, I get money, all I count is big money
Dick is all she get from me, boy you know what is
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay - boy you know what it is nigga

[Wyclef]
Yo T.I.P., let them likkle rap boys know how you livin

[Verse One: T.I.]
The wait is over, here we go again, I′m back into play
Gon′ sell another couple mil′ and take it back to the A
Gon′ take that other couple mil′ and put it back in the safe
Five cash for the crib on the back of the lake
I′m up in Crucial two-steppin with the gat in the waist
T.I. ain′t in the street no mo′, fo′-fo′, is that what they say?
Don′t even try him when you see him boy you have to be great
Cause this pistol hit you in your face, your teeth they′ll have to replace
That′s if you lucky nigga trust me, it don′t hurt me to take
100 thousand to them Haitians you′ll be murdered today, nigga

[Chorus]

[Wyclef]
Yo T.I.P. some boys wan′ playa hate
Let them know who the King of the South is, talk to them!

[Verse Two: T.I.]
Well they sweatin when they see me, I′m apparently hot
Had the album of the year nigga, Grammy or not
Remember, all day I used to stay in the spot
With two revolvers in my pocket, pitch a hand of that rock
And now, chart toppin, ain′t a car I ain′t got
I′m the number one customer at my own car lot
You wanna know how much I′m makin, just imagine a lot
You know I′m probably gettin more that you′d imagined I got
Listen close, I need to know if you understand me or not
Because you disrespectin me, you and your man′ll be shot

[Chorus]

[Wyclef]
Why y′all take shot, cause I′m movin?
We′ll pop you in your chest boy

[Verse Three: T.I.]
Well from the King of the South to the King of the States
Ridin in a car you probably never seen in the states
No idea how much yay I can bring in the states
Hey you can get a hundred on ′em for a million today
Frank Lucas ain′t the only one who made a million a day
But it′s a American gangsta right here in your face
And you don′t wanna see P$C on the scene with a K
You think you runnin up and robbin, that ain′t even the case
And just because you get away, that don′t mean it′s okay
You a dead man walkin and I mean it, okay? Hey

[Chorus]

[Outro: Wyclef Jean (T.I.)]
Some of them boys wan′ talk ′bout they have done
They guns sound like popcorn, ya
When the King of the South (boy you know what it is)
Get with the King of Haiti, big up Jamaica
Expect this (boy you know what it is)
Bloodclaat gorillas a-come out (hahhh, ay, boy you know what it is)
And when that fire don′t pop, come and gone
We have big LONG machine guns then
And when we pull them back (choppers′ll hang you)
BLAP, BLAP, BLAP, BLAP! Bap-bap-bap-bap-bap!
You like the beat? (hahhh, they better)
We can sell you one y′know (well bop ya head then, okay)
Yo big up to Haiti! (hey!)
I′m the king, all the way to the ATL (Bankhead, okay)
Yo big up the whole South, East West North (Grand Hustle homie)
Yo London! Japan (HEY) yeah (P$C)
Yo Tip, respect (hahhh, yeah)

Дата написания: 23 Февраля 2024 16:44:25