(feat. Young Jeezy)



[Yukmouth:]

I went from old school Scrapers

To high top Forces

You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Jordan's

And you aint seen what I seen

I could get a quarter mil in these Makaveli Jeans



I went from old school Scrapers

To high top Forces

You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Jordan's

And you aint did what I did

Where you from, where I'm from 

You gotta split a nigga weed



[Yukmouth:]

Everybody already know, Yuk a real thug nigga

When you see me in the streets, 

I'm a real drug dealer [Young Jeezy:] (That's Right)

I hope you got yours

I keep mine

The AK had you faggots throwing peace signs

You better act like you know the facts

Platinum Dodge magnums packed in back with me, and E-Black [Young Jeezy:] (Yeaaahhh)

Them other niggas is weenies

What you spent on your crib

I spent it all on a GT [Yukmouth:] (HA HA)

In one night two bitches, three bottles of Chris

Two hundred grand spit

Just to put a glance at the whiff

Stay in beef so I carry that toaster

But don't talk shit my four fifth ferocious

[Young Jeezy:] (Yeaaahhh)

I not just my imagination

I know that I'm the reason why you faggots hating

[Young Jeezy:] (That's riggghhht)

The NMS sayin Yuk got robbed

I'm back playboy

Cause Yuk fuck with the mob... Yeah



[Yukmouth:]

I went from old school Scrapers

To high top Forces

You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Jordan's

And you aint seen what I seen

I could get a quarter mil in these Makaveli Jeans



I went from old school Scrapers

To high top Forces

You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Jordan's

And you aint did what I did

Where you from, where I'm from 

You gotta split a nigga weed



[Young Jeezy:]

Black tee, black One's and a Philly cap

The mach-11 make me walk with a crazy dack

Ay, Ya'll say we country niggas, Yee-Ha

The money cartin back and forth like a see-saw

And ya'll aint never seen what we saw

Stacks of twenty dollar bills

Bricks of white rock

But they got little faith

They don't care about shit

Ludacris how they ride out with twenty dub bricks

[Young Jeezy:] (Yeaahhh)

Should i spit it for ya'll?

Or the real my niggas

Should i spit it for ya'll?

Ay, who gives a fuck about friends

If you mix the baking soda with it

You can get a Benz

While your robbing and boosting

I'm standing over stove like the chef in Houston

And it's not about the flip man

Or the real bread dog

It's all about your rep man



[Yukmouth:]

I went from old school Scrapers

To high top Forces

You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Jordan's

And you aint seen what I seen

I could get a quarter mil In these Makaveli Jeans



I went from old school Scrapers

To high top Forces

You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Jordan's

And you aint did what I did

Where you from, where I'm from 

You gotta split a nigga weed