Ill’in Jeezy (Ft. Clipse)

[Produced by The Alchemist]

[Chorus: Jeezy]
So sick, so sick, I'm sickle cell sick
What the fuck you think I'm doing right now?
I got my Glock on, watch on, clock on
Everything's cool, no pressure, I'm chillin'
Make them pussies sick, have em caught up in they feelin's
I be illin', illin', illin', illin'

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
I'm the type to boast, I'm the type to brag
I'm the type of nigga play a game of chess on his bag
Full 17 blow your chest out ya ass
Leave him on the concrete like the nigga working abs
The way I work that work out, call me a trainer
Throw that water right off the top, who needs a strainer?
Brandon told me don't bother with forks, I use a hater
Then I let him sit out and air dry; who needs a hanger?
Airport hours, Sunday to Sunday
Let them bitches fly out the yard, call it a runway
Call me sensei: Jeezy Miyagi
Got a old school whip game: call it Atari
Got some redbones to go out to Phoenix, get that Amare
And every time you walk in they crib it look safari
And they don't play by that Young Money Nicki Minaj
White powder in the air like 'Bron this for the guys