Lyrics:
with style
I got some young n****s from my turf with me, they wild
I got some b****es with a**, I got some b****es with class
Got a b**** right now, west
with style
I got some young niggas from my turf with me, they wild
I got some bitches with ass, I got some bitches with class
Got a bitch right now, west
here doing it, you can fuck with it
And I'm a hit 'em low, chop 'em at the knee
Repping P.A.T like a young Pimp C
Am I hard enough, am I real enough,
nigga just caught body, caught body
My young nigga just caught body
T Jeezy
I'm bout it, bout it
Like Master P
You heard by me, I'm TTG
A nigga street
Jigga What Ja What Ja What
Can't fuck with me
They ain't ready yet
Uh-huh uh-huh
Yeah, yeah
Motherfuckers want to act loco, hit em wit,
, ya heard? (Slim Thugga!)
Love all y'all, I'm ya boy
Fre, fre, fre, fre, Fresh! (Young Jeezy)
Now let's talk about....
[Chorus] + (Slim Thug Ad-Libs)
introduction needed
Every nigga in Atlanta know
You try me when you see me nigga
I'ma spit ya cantaloupe
Trigga' happy and in a hurry to let them hammers go
let me see you break it down
And ladies, let your hips move around
It's the sound of the B.E.P family
Got a poet named Life and a sister Kimy
can never do it like a drug
And I want it so come on and take it with me so that I can hit it
I can admit it, I'm influenced by desire when I approach
niggaz they act accordingly..Ridin roun town wit 20 pistols ..and 40 bricks .. u thank I’m
Full of shit well
Let me go head stack bread make it spread
too
'Cause before I hit the pens I'm gettin' bailed by Clue
Holla back young'n (wooo-wooo)
Holla back (wooo-wooo)
Holla back young'n (wooo-wooo)
flawless on fire
I spend it all with my niggas let's get it
Get out your feelings young nigga let's get it
I got stars on my ceiling
Jump out the 'Rari
probably go loco and catch me a case
Nigga jus move and give me some space
When I let the wind blow in my face
Nigga don't quit till I finish the race
stay in place
As long as we reach, put up the fist and flip and pray
I'll be done, when I reach my own
Stay free; let the time go pass me by
Stay
ass like A's attack DC
Believe me cause although now I'm just a young soldier
I'm soon to be a gun holder Initiate to the clique
With a left to my
And remember, nigga
I was young too, let's go
Made it out the hood and some, I'm on my fourth passport
God gave me all this shit, I ain't have to ask for it
greeted you with a knowing smile
When I saw that girl upon your arm
I knew she won your heart with a fatal charm
I said "Soul boy, let's hit the town"
I
yay
Dem Boyz got purp, Dem Boyz got haze
Dem Boyz got glocks, Dem Boyz got K's
Dem Boyz got blocks, Dem Boyz gettin paid
(Young Jeezy)
If its
we drink whole bottles, and cuss at niggas
Like fuck that nigga, I let my pump subtract niggas
You beef with me I guarantee your mams be missin
With
Pi' 'til I die
Just because
Pi' 'til I die
Piru
B's up
Bitch, I'm me
Young Money is the label, let us in the door
Coming in this bitch, all
roll up some more Phillies my nigga let me hit it
Niggas we thuggin' immortalized, let's get high, it's them niggas you most desire,
I can remember
whole life, straight up
I wanna see the world by 35 but
For right now I'm Compton bound
Hit Rosecrans with a pocket full of dividends
Big truck speed
we drink whole bottles, and cuss at niggas
Like fuck that nigga, I let my pump subtract niggas
You beef with me I guarantee your mams be missin
With
and your man is planning to hate (we run this man)
I'm so hood (I make hit records this is what I do)
And I got these gold up in my mouth
If you get
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