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Let's get it 

 

[Verse 1]

These niggas just hating they ain't talking bout shit

I'm a grown ass man I flip my own brick

I don't need yo help I can own my own dick

Ain't no motherfucker help me write my rhymes 

Ain't no nigga pay for my studio time

See me at the top and want to claim my fame

Nigga took my chain yea motherfuckin right

You better off saying a nigga took my life

Want to assassinate my character but I ain't acting

It ain't adding up so you niggas subtracting

B.I.G. said it first more money more problems 

The why I see it more problems more money (whatsup) 



[Hook]

I got the streets on lock

Atlanta on my back 

I do it for the hood

You got a problem with that 

Real nigga so this rap shit easy (when I speak)

Theses niggas believe me 

cause bitch I'm Jeezy

[x2]



[Verse 2]

Eyes wide shut I don't see these niggas

Cause deep in your heart you want to be me nigga

Want to stand in my shoes

Want to fuck my hoes

Want to live my life 

Want to rock my shows (noooo)

Ya young punks with ya loose ass lips

I keep a AR with them loose ass clips

What type of real nigga name himself after a bag

Nigga you's a hoe, a Loui Vuitton fag

My name ain't dick so keep it out ya mouth

It is what it is look I am Da South (that's right)

Big Mac you niggas small fries

You just another nigga I'm more like the franchise (whatsup)



[Hook]



[Verse 3]

I was born in the Field raised in Atlanta

Pop busted a nut here so I was made in Atlanta (ha ha)

Mat Lew died so I stayed in Atlanta 

Had a plug on the squares got paid in Atlanta

22's on the 2-door it sits so right

Ice tray on my wrist yea it shines so bright

Make moves in the day and I ball by night

9/11 Porsche I was on that flight

5'9, 6'1 I call'em the twin towers

Had them on the triple stack 

Hit'em both in the shower

Pedal to the medal bout a buck 85

Mr. 17-5 slow head well I drive (whatsup)



[Hook]



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