[HOOK] 

Whats up with partner, Where he live, Where he stay at 

Where the ice, where the bread, where the cake at? 

I'm telling you man you don't want it with dem boyz, 

Everyone of them got felonies man! 

I'm slap me a nigga, befoe its over with, 

I'm rush me a nigga, befoe its over with, 

Duct tape me a nigga, befoe its over with, 

I'm bust me a nigga, befoe its over with. 



[DUKE] 

I'm sick & I'm tired of niggas asking bout mine 

If I'm cockin that iron, I'm telling you I'm sending them signs 

I move fast forward I aint got no button to rewind 

I react of instinct I aint stressin no time 

I came a long way from peddlin rocks 

Block recognized the gansta & he up my stock 

Showed me the recipe & other grams I copped 

Home ain't a home withoutta arm & hammer box 

Shit, Jeezy just be being on that cell 

Got them pre-teen numbers I like, like R.Kelly (I got that work nigga) 

Lotta niggas they be claimin the spot 

But we the only ones that still represent it like mascots 

So ask not why my attitude is shitty 

Step aside why a real nigga move the city, huh 

From my block to your block niggas know me 

They know that ole reppin ass niggas a O.G. 

We use to rock flip-flops, tube socks with gold teeth 

& A flip flop crease with gold shoes on all they feet 

Please believe we ain't playing no games 

But I will take a charge if you try to drive my lane 

Plus I gotta donkey dick to drive the broads in sane 

I'm a street cat, shit you know I'm hard to tame 



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[YOUNG JEEZY] 

I'm a gansta mutha fucka if you ever seen one 

Black fitty cap nigga & some Air Force One's 

Hey & I'm strapped so dont set trip 

.45 hitcha make your whole chest split 

Sleepy Brown nigga I cant wait 

Fifty grand round my neck like bait 

Hey & keep thinking its gravy 

Everybody from my hood know Jeezy is crazy 

& I ain't playin witcha mother fuckers 

Shoot both of yall make yall niggas blood brothers (thats righhht) 

& I'm so sincere, I ain't playing witcha niggas this year 

(Hey we gone rob dem Boyz n Da Hood) Bitch please 

I'll kill a mutha fucks bout Jody Breeze 

Yeah nigga thats the truth, bout Big Dee Big Duke I'll shoot 



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[BIG DEE] 

I'm telling you man I be rollin on dem corners no Range no necklace man 

Range Rover no rims left they neck in da pain 

& Put the silencer on the tip professional man 

Pressure point blank like a sexual change 

& Splitcha head down the middle like a sectional man 

Hard blow to hard coat exsposen the four 

Even though I tote gun I dont rob no more 

Now here I go on the patio with a flat head screwdriver 

Prying on the side door in a gat proof suit liner 

Calm but I'm wide open they act I'm do something 

Quite its going down on em with a Mac 11 two rifle 

Pistol, pumps, switch & knives, 

Pistol grips, smoked clips, nighsticks & plyers 

No myth I'm him fucka get hypnotized 

Now get killed in da mist we suggest you ride 



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[JODY BREEZE] 

Well I'm the youngest in the click boy 

Try me like a bitch & I'll betcha I'll be the first to punch you in ya shit 

Yall niggas just talking, yall niggas aint ready 

Yall niggas dont want none of dis 

While yall out spending 100's on your necks 

Spending 100's on your wrist, spending 100's on your rims 

I'm on da block spending 100's on bricks 

Sending 100's to the J gotta 100 more fits 

Fake niggas get killed round here 

Its real in the field betta get it how you live 

& If not cock back bust atcha cock suckers mutha fucka in fact I will 

Cause the niggas that I roll with & blow dro with 

Fuck hoes with they outta control 

Realer in bumpin chevy's with Mac 11's holdin it steady 

Ready to put seven off in your belly boy 



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