Trap or Die Jeezy (Ft. Bun B)

[Intro: Shawty Redd]
Jeezy, I know you ain't gon' let this shit go down like this nigga
I'm hearin these niggas in the club, niggas soundin like you nigga
Bitin your motherfuckin ad-libs, bitin your motherfuckin style nigga
What the fuck goin on nigga?
You better check these motherfuckin niggas mayne, real fuck wit real nigga
And these niggas ain't real out here on these motherfuckin streets nigga
Especially these fuck ass industry niggas mayne
Nigga we been doin this shit since '95

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Last time I checked I was the man on these streets
They call me residue, I leave blow on these beats
Got diarrhea flow, now I shit on niggas (chea)
Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggas (let's get it)
Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom
Stay blowin purple shit that keep me high like the moon (yeeahh)
I'm an affiliate, I know hitmen
I'm a hater like you, fuck my wrist then (haha)
Niggas sneak dissin' and that ain't how we play (no)
Fuck with mine, 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 hundred niggas with me and errybody gon shoot (yeeahh)
Try me nigga, that's your first mistake (ha ha)
Eat your lil' ass up like a Chanterelle plate
The whole pie like Domino's, yes indeed
I'm tryna stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese (hey)
You can try dawg (dawg), but it ain't easy (nope)
Mix the flake with the soda, you got Young Jeezy (damn)
You still wanna talk blow man?
Soft white like Alaska, call me snowman (hey)