Trappin’ Ain’t Dead Jeezy

Please tell these niggas there’s no ho in me
These niggas takin all these shots but ain’t no holes in me
So what you shootin at niggas you ain’t hit shit yet
Jus check my black tee and it still ain’t wet --
Please tell these niggas there’s no ho in me
These niggas takin all these shots but ain’t no holes in me
So what you shootin at nigga you ain’t hit shit yet
Should be aiming at mah head, I’m top down on ya set!

Bring em cheechs and them lil niggas got
I'mma keep it 100 till mah fuckin heart stop
Catch me doin 200 in mah fuckin hardtop
I do it for mah niggas sitting in them cell blocks

Muh fucka I’m nice and I don’t mean kind
See that I’m the truth then they must be blind
Deaf, dumb – either how, either way here’s the outcome
I’m showin up a hundred deep like Malcolm
Imagine Farrakhan, meets Babylon; Enemy of the state – First 48
I’m goin psycho in this bitch, Nigga Norman Bates
And when I’m done goin hand every notivate
Time to get em straight, lemme coordinate
260 yeah that's right about a quarter cake
Say that weight is over, yeah tha weight is over
I’d really hate to be the one to say I fuckin’ told ya