[Intro - Jeezy]
"Stay strapped, stay strapped" repeated in the background
Gyeah!.. Aye!
Y'all already know what time it is, nigga.. Aye!
Gyeah!.. I'm in the streets every night nigga, I'm in the club every night nigga
I don't see these fuccniggas mayn, these niggas talking on records man
I don't argue with niggas on records, I told you fuccboi -- you know what it is with me, nigga!
You niggas Pro-tool Gangstas mayne, know what I'm saying?
Always said you gone sign yourself or kill yourself nigga
Well you just committed suicide bitch, I'ma let you know that too!
Aye, let's get it!
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Snowman bitch, 19.5 a piece (Gyeah!)
So when you take them out the wrap, they as white as your teeth (Daaamn)
Keep choppas on decc, stay ready for beef
Little nigga scared shitless, he can't even sleep (Hahaa..)
And you already know what them K's will do
I'll have them pussy niggas scared to stand next to you! (Gyeah!)
Niggas talking all tough, steady hiding and shit
Even his own mama know, Radric Davis a bitch! (Yeeeeaah)
To be honest nigga - there's nothing Gucci about you (Whudd!)
You pussy, nigga everything's coochie about you (That's riiight!)
See straight through you nigga, you's a plastic rapper (Aye!)
Nigga all on my dicc, where's the magnum wrapper? (Hahaa..)
Murdered him on "Black Tee", killed him on "Icy" (Yuh!)
Nigga my biggest fan, don't he sound just like me?
Gassed your ass up, yeah, they played you, nigga
So I'mma take you bacc apart, cause I made you nigga
HB bought your car, HB bought your chain
Left him and then that fat nigga did the same thing (Yuh!)
No loyalty, jumped clique to clique
He's a rapping prostitute, he jumped dicc to dicc
"I'm so icy!" and you not icy at all (Aye!)
Your jewelry look like it came out the middle of the mall
This is eskimo shit, little nigga you's a snow cone(Daaamn)
You're in over your head, poccetbook boy go home
Twelve carats, two stones, a hundred thousand a set (Aye!)
My muthafuccin' ears ain't forgave me yet
That old-ass Rolex, you're six years behind me (Aye!)
I got the streets drunk, ya six beers behind me (Wooo)
When you was dreaming bout bread nigga, I had the money (Gyeah!)
Signed your whole life away for Dodge Magnum money (Aye!)
Still got 92, 93, 94 money!
You rapping ass nigga, you just getting show money (Aye!)
King of Decatur? I thought you was from Birmingham
Shouldn't've asked for it, if you know you ain't have it man
I got a family in the 'Ville, and it's Crip in the Mac-Town (West Side!)
Nigga you ain't heard? I'm the man in the A-Town
It's some Boyz N Ya Hood do anything for Jeezy
So if I want your little ass touched, you're done, believe me!
"Stay strapped, stay strapped" repeated in the background
Gyeah!.. Aye!
Y'all already know what time it is, nigga.. Aye!
Gyeah!.. I'm in the streets every night nigga, I'm in the club every night nigga
I don't see these fuccniggas mayn, these niggas talking on records man
I don't argue with niggas on records, I told you fuccboi -- you know what it is with me, nigga!
You niggas Pro-tool Gangstas mayne, know what I'm saying?
Always said you gone sign yourself or kill yourself nigga
Well you just committed suicide bitch, I'ma let you know that too!
Aye, let's get it!
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Snowman bitch, 19.5 a piece (Gyeah!)
So when you take them out the wrap, they as white as your teeth (Daaamn)
Keep choppas on decc, stay ready for beef
Little nigga scared shitless, he can't even sleep (Hahaa..)
And you already know what them K's will do
I'll have them pussy niggas scared to stand next to you! (Gyeah!)
Niggas talking all tough, steady hiding and shit
Even his own mama know, Radric Davis a bitch! (Yeeeeaah)
To be honest nigga - there's nothing Gucci about you (Whudd!)
You pussy, nigga everything's coochie about you (That's riiight!)
See straight through you nigga, you's a plastic rapper (Aye!)
Nigga all on my dicc, where's the magnum wrapper? (Hahaa..)
Murdered him on "Black Tee", killed him on "Icy" (Yuh!)
Nigga my biggest fan, don't he sound just like me?
Gassed your ass up, yeah, they played you, nigga
So I'mma take you bacc apart, cause I made you nigga
HB bought your car, HB bought your chain
Left him and then that fat nigga did the same thing (Yuh!)
No loyalty, jumped clique to clique
He's a rapping prostitute, he jumped dicc to dicc
"I'm so icy!" and you not icy at all (Aye!)
Your jewelry look like it came out the middle of the mall
This is eskimo shit, little nigga you's a snow cone(Daaamn)
You're in over your head, poccetbook boy go home
Twelve carats, two stones, a hundred thousand a set (Aye!)
My muthafuccin' ears ain't forgave me yet
That old-ass Rolex, you're six years behind me (Aye!)
I got the streets drunk, ya six beers behind me (Wooo)
When you was dreaming bout bread nigga, I had the money (Gyeah!)
Signed your whole life away for Dodge Magnum money (Aye!)
Still got 92, 93, 94 money!
You rapping ass nigga, you just getting show money (Aye!)
King of Decatur? I thought you was from Birmingham
Shouldn't've asked for it, if you know you ain't have it man
I got a family in the 'Ville, and it's Crip in the Mac-Town (West Side!)
Nigga you ain't heard? I'm the man in the A-Town
It's some Boyz N Ya Hood do anything for Jeezy
So if I want your little ass touched, you're done, believe me!
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