| Yeah, I got the recipe
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| Nigga tryna eat
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| Tryna eat, nigga
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| I got the recipe, yeah
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| You know, I did that street thing
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| I came in the industry, nigga
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| I ain’t ask them niggas to let me in the door
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| Kicked that mothafucka open, nigga, industry invasion
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| Show you how to sway that rice, I got that recipe
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| Who you think they got it from? |
| I got that recipe
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| Hustlin' 101, I got that recipe
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| The one and only Young, I got that recipe
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| Uh, scale and the key, boil the right ingredients
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| So much paper, nigga, they gon' think you’re readin' it
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| Me and Mike WiLL, we cook up on the spot, boy
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| You gon' need to stir it, no need for a top, boy, uh
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| I’m a hustler, I’ve been hustlin' my whole life
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| Like my Uncle Robbie, yeah he love to shoot dice
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| Nigga ever in doubt, I say the hustler’s prayer
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| And it’s so cold in my heart, it ain’t nothin' there
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| All about the Benjamins, I’m screamin' like white
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| This for my niggas movin' wings like it’s Popeye’s
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| I just want a two door with some tan seats
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| Earring so big, look like a set of Beats
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| Yeah they thought that I was dead, I got nine lives
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| Pussy niggas want me dead, you had nine tries
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| Shit I’m smokin' so loud we call it ambulance
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| So many racks in my pocket, look like some Hammer pants, uh
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| Think it’s sweet and clip be longer than a grapevine
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| Just know these niggas love money but they hate time
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| I’m connected in these streets just like wifi
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| Keep one eye off in these streets just like Fly Ty
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| Show you how to sway that rice, I got that recipe
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| Who you think they got it from? |
| I got that recipe
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| Hustlin' 101, I got that recipe
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| The one and only Young, I got that recipe
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| Uh, scale and the key, boil the right ingredients
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| So much paper, nigga, they gon' think you’re readin' it
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| Me and Mike WiLL, we cook up on the spot, boy
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| You gon' need to stir it, no need for a top, boy, uh
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| If we talkin' 'bout them stamps, you know who be the champ
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| Tryna get that extra money so we sold 'em damp
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| Live the savage life, done made your boy a renegade
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| I’ve been ballin' all my life, I need some Gatorade
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| Bitch I seen my first mil' in the 10th grade
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| Just let me hide these Os, yeah you know the rent paid
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| They say I’m paranoid, I’m trustin' no one
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| That nigga Bobby tried to set me up in '01
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| Saw the red and blue lights, I had a hard nine
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| Thought I had a heart attack, but hey my heart fine
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| The way I talk that yayo shit, I know you like that
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| And when I talk that yayo shit, ain’t gotta write that
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| Niggas on that monkey shit, I got the F&H
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| Keep it for that monkey shit and I ain’t talkin' Bape
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| Draped up in this Valentino camouflage
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| War ready, I might paint the Bentley camouflage
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| Show you how to sway that rice, I got that recipe
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| Who you think they got it from? |
| I got that recipe
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| Hustlin' 101, I got that recipe
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| The one and only Young, I got that recipe
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| Uh, scale and the key, boil the right ingredients
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| So much paper, nigga, they gon' think you’re readin' it
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| Me and Mike WiLL, we cook up on the spot, boy
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| You gon' need to stir it, no need for a top, boy, uh
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| Yeah, I got it
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| One thing about me, nigga, if I say it it gon' check out, nigga
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| We been out here for decades
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| Shit don’t stop
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| Nigga try to be what I was when I first came in the game, nigga
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| Fuck kinda shit that is, nigga?
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| Hustlin' backwards
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| Hustlin'
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| When I cook that shit up, I got that recipe
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| Chef Boyar-Young
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| I gets it done, nigga
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| Four, get you a nine
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| 18 gets you 36
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| And bein' a real nigga gets you here
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| Solid… like a rock
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| Or a brick for that matter
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| Yeah
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| Want that recipe?
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| 'Cause I got it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Recipe , by - Young Jeezy. Song from the album Trap Or Die 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп