| Last time I checked I was the man on these streets
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| They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats
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| Got down real flow, now I shit on niggaz
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| Even when I’m constipated I still shit on niggaz (let's get it on)
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| Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom
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| They blowin purple shit that keep me high like the moon
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| Yeaaaa, I’m an affiliate, I’m no hitman
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| Yeaaaa, I’m an affiliate, I’m no hitman
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| Yeaaaa, I’m an affiliate, I’m no hitman
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| I’m a hater like you, fuck my wristband
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| Nigga sneak this, and that ain’t how we play
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| Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ (that's right, dramatic nigga)
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| Now tell me I ain’t real, this AR that I’m holdin got a gangsta grill (that's
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| right)
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| Now tell me I ain’t real, this AR that I’m holdin got a gangsta grill
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| Last time I checked I was the man on these streets
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| They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats
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| Got down real flow, now I shit on niggaz
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| Even when I’m constipated I still shit on niggaz (let's get it on)
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| Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom
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| They blowin purple shit that keep me high like the moon
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| Yeaaaa, I’m an affiliate, I’m no hitman
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| I’m a hater like you, fuck my wristband
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| Nigga sneak this, and that ain’t how we play
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| Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ (that's right)
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| Now tell me I ain’t real, this AR that I’m holdin got a gangsta grill
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| Went from old school chevys
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| To beamer coupes
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| Got a 100 niggaz with me and everybody gon shoot (yeaaaa)
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| Try me nigga, that’s your first mistake
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| Eat your lil ass up like a chanterelle plate
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| The whole pie like Dominoes, yes indeed
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| I’m tryna stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese
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| You can try dog, but it ain’t easy
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| Mix the flake with the soul and carry Young Jeezy (damnnn)
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| You still wanna talk flow man?
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| Soft white like a ??? |
| snowman
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| Smoke perp by the pound, ounce by the fifth
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| Free up on the first then again on the fifth (yeaaaa)
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| We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga
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| Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth
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| Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeaaaa)
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| We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga)
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| Yea, back up in the hood again, where it’s all good again
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| Ridin candy slab, grippin on the wood again
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| Outta line niggaz get back in place where you shoulda been
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| In case you don’t understand, we’ll make it understood again
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| King of the underground, my gangsta will never fail
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| You bout to make me go postal for fuckin with my mail
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| You got the connect, but you ain’t got to ??? |
| and tell
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| You the hoax and niggaz know it, that shit ain’t hard to tell
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| Rat bitch, recognize that your cheese ain’t been to sales
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| I’m fina break some bread with the feds, you dumb as hell
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| I been around the block before, sold it all for rock to blow
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| And I don’t fuck around, when the feds in town I got to go Respect my mind cause I’m a trill old schooler
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| Summertime get too hot I wait for winter when its cooler
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| UGK for life, free the pimp, you know the deal
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| In PAT it’s Trap Or Die and we ain’t down for gettin killed
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| Smoke perp by the pound, ounce by the fifth
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| Free up on the first then again on the fifth (yeaaaa)
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| We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga
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| Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth
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| Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeaaaa)
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| We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga
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| We think like mathematicians, move like mobsters
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| It’s bout to be a grizzly winter nigga straight monster (real nigga)
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| I’m posted up with my big schlapps, big snakes, big straps
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| You don’t wanna feel that
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| Street addicts get a buzz from the hustlin
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| Fuck the government, we got our own, the Track-Publicans
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| Chillin pimp niggaz don’t know the first thing about the block
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| I’m 279 grams of straight drop out the pot
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| Real street niggaz, all the ghetto hoes on our jock
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| When I hit the strip, all my troops listen while I talk
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| This what I tell em, Take these yams lil man
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| break it down, get back, see a couple grams
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| And don’t talk to square niggaz, you know, spongebobs
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| Kanye West niggaz, talking through the wire dawg
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| Watch for goonies when you got it, niggaz wanna rob
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| And pull a staff and quarterback 'em like Brett Favre
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| Smoke perp by the pound, ounce by the fifth
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| Free up on the first then again on the fifth (yeaaaa)
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| We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga
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| Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth
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| Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeaaaa)
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| We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bonus Track, artist - Young Jeezy. Album song Trap or Die 2: By Any Means Necessary, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп