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10.10.2006 |
1. | Hard To Kill Intro |
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9. | Drive Fast |
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12. | We Live This (feat. Black Magic & Young Snead) |
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17. | Hard To Kill Outro |
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Im A Street Nigga Dog Everybody Kno Dat
So A Hater Get Smashed Bond Money On Deck
Gave My Dog Half A Brick 4 A "73" Dunk
Got Dat Bull Frog Yah Cuz I Kno It Gone Jump
Im A Real Street Nigga Do You Understand Me
Im A Walkin Bank Roll Breezy Rubberband Me
Red Monkeys On My Ass Gucci Frames On My Face
Got Dat Tony Tiger Kush Man Pimp It Smoke Great
Every Time My Phone Ring Dog Its 18-5
Only Problem Dat I Have Is What Car Im Gone Drive
Im A Real Street Nigga I Aint Never Had Shit
Man This Chain Roun My Neck Cost 4 Or 5 Bricks
Im A Street Nigga Dog I Dont Love No Bitch
I Aint Talkin 2 You Baby Less You Buyin 10 Bricks
Bought A "06" Lamb Wit Da Butterfly Doors
That's A Quarter Million Dollars Gone Just 2 Pull Hoes
Im A Street Nigga Dog
Im A Street Nigga Dog
You A Street Nigga Just Like Me
Im A Street Nigga Dog
Im A Street Nigga Dog
No Industry Im In These Streets [x2]
Im A Street Nigga Dog Hoes Love My Swag
And Da Jacob On My Wrist Thats A Drop Top Jag
Bought A Drop Top Vet And A Super Bad Bitch
How Much You Thank It Worth Bout 95 Bricks
Way Back In 95 It Was 95 Cent
Now Im 95 South With An R&B Bitch
Every Time I Leave The House Brang At Least 10 Grips
Cause Its 2 Or 3 Stacks Just To Park My Whips
Got A Small Amount Of Niggaz But A Large Amount Of Clips
And A Blue Bent Coop Same Color As Da Crips
Mean Mug On My Face Nigga Aint Nothin Funny
60 Grand On The Jac Nigga Time Cost Money
Got A Quarter Million Plate Das 18 Blocks
When Da Cops Try 2 Whip Me Man I Aint Gone Stop
Im A Real Street Nigga Dog I Aint Gone Lie
Bought A Pound Of Bubba Kush Just 2 Get The Clique High
Im A Street Nigga Dog
Im A Street Nigga Dog
You A Street Nigga Just Like Me
Im A Street Nigga Dog
Im A Street Nigga Dog
No Industry Im In These Streets [x2]
Im A Street Nigga Dog So I Love My Whip
Car Jack A Street Nigga Dats How Niggaz Get Killed
Im A Street Nigga Dog So I Love My Block
Paid A Junky Three Grams Just To Wash My Drop
Street Niggaz Love Me And I Love Street Niggaz
Got A Out Of Town Trap Come Twice A Week Nigga
Im A East Atlanta Vet Man I Aint Done Yet
Bitches Standin In Line Just To Wipe My Sweat
If You Make A Good Count
Then You Under Good Cheack
Never Beef Wit Street Niggaz Dog Thats Ya Best Bet
Street Niggaz Make A College Bitch Panies So Wet
To A Project Bitch Im Da Best Its Gone Get
Street Nigga Of The Year Yeah Dog Dats Me
Just 2 See My Wrist Twirl Man It 18 G's
Gucci Eatin Real Good Dog What About You
Im A Street Nigga Dog You A Street Nigga 2
Im A Street Nigga Dog
Im A Street Nigga Dog
You A Street Nigga Just Like Me
Im A Street Nigga Dog
Im A Street Nigga Dog
No Industry Im In These Streets [x2]
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(feat. Black Magik)
[Chorus:]
My Chain My Chain Dont You Like My Chain Mane Young Gucci Mane And I'm Poppin Off The Chain Mane And My Jacob Is So Fruity Call Me Gucci Mane Or You Call Me Gucci Gucci
I Came To Da Club Just To Floss My Chain Mane Catched Another Charge And I'm Going To The Chain Gang Oh I Think Im Icy Sold A Hundred Thou Eating Bologna Selling White Streaks Dont You See How Bright It Is City Girls And Country Girls Be Telling Me How Tight It Is These Girls They Be Choosey Diamonds Be So Sparkly They Think My Chain Was Moving My Chain Is Off The Chain Stacked Up Me Some Money Budged It Off And Bought A Chain Check The Way My Chain Hang Gucci I Dont Gang Bang All I Do Is Chain Swang
[Chorus x2]
Gucci You Be Shining Gucci You Be Shining Man Gone Turn Me On Dog Tell Me Who Your Chain Man My Girlfriend Acting Lame She Say Im Acting Different Just Because I Got This Chain Haters Get Your Hating On When They See Them Yellow Stones Holla At Cha Later On My Chain Hang To My Shoe String Like My Watch And Ring But I Know You Love My Chain My Chain Hang To My Ding-A-Ling I Do My Thug Thing When Im In The Club Mane When You Heard So Icy You Thought Of Gucci Mane I Got That Stupid Money So I Bought A Stupid Chain
[Chorus x2]
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Intro:
Zaytoven on the track
Zay-tiggy
Gucci
Gucci
So Watch Entertainment
Lets Go
Chorus:
They call me Chef-Boy-R.G.
But hold that thought
Its a Kodak Moment
But hold that thought
Hurricane wrist game
Turn that junk off
Hot as piggly wiggly
Cant kermit the frog dog
(Repeat)
Early in the mornin
I aint even yawnin
Cookin up a cake
Like I'm doin a performance
When it come to flossin
I aint even talkin
Diamonds on my joint
Got my chevy moonwalkin
10 bricks on my Bart Simpson, just look
My watch, 35 pounds of kush
My ring, 36 oz's my nig
My bracelet, 500 lbs of mid
A Gucci wrapped tour bus
Yall hoes follow us
Party pack pills man
Hoes gonna swallow us
Naturally a loner
But love my kid
Mix the soda with the cola
I can buy me a friend
New swag somethin like
Trap House times 10
Ery nigga round me
Bust heads, YA-Dig
Iced out grill
I can't buy that bullshit
I'm wit some street shit,
Like a reverend in the pulpit
Chorus:
They call me Chef-Boy-R.G.
But hold that thought
Its a Kodak Moment
But hold that thought
Hurricane wrist game
Turn that junk off
Hot as piggly wiggly
Cant kermit the frog dog
(Repeat)
Like ya boi Rip Ham
I got a real good jay (a real good jay)
1 gram for the 80
thats some real good play
Got them Vince Carter quartas
Add soda and water
I'm not athletic
But Ima straight balla
The Spud Webb ticket
Wit the lamburg yay
And its jumpin from the free throw
Like MJ
Sees nothin pass by
Like Steve and Pass
Say boy you lightnin fast
On the Utah Jazz
Like Dr. J shorts
My work real tight
You got that Atlanta Hawks yay
It wont get right
Catch me on the rebound
Like Bo Outlaw
Ima Mikey Vick-it whip it
Cook it souf-paw
36 hoes-zos
Tryna make the end zone
Make no hard move
And use my cell phone
Worth scrabblin in the pot
Just like Steve Young
5 for the Keyshawn
7 for the Deion
Chorus:
They call me Chef-Boy-R.G.
But hold that thought
Its a Kodak Moment
But hold that thought
Hurricane wrist game
Turn that junk off
Hot as piggly wiggly
Cant kermit the frog dog
(Repeat)
Gucci on fiya
like mojo crack pot
Fell ova a joint
Like back like crack rock
Money stupid dumb
Just like Cold Blood
Just Young Hot
I show no luv
Money getta like Cheeba
Minds like Fat
And my trap roll hard
Just like Shawty Black
Ima country ass nigga
Jus like Ace
Gotta fetish, for the stones
Jus like Fo' Trey
Money tall like Broah?
Yours like D?
And my patience very short
Just like Courtney C
Angie B, Russell P
But its your choice
My girl Angel pussy deep
Like Slick Man voice
Like Red 03
Man I got bread
My pocket on swole
Like HP fohead
Ima money go getta
So I contest
Gotta a hundred hoes jockin
Jus like Throw Back
Chorus:
They call me Chef-Boy-R.D.
But hold that thought
Its a Kodak Moment
But hold that thought
Hurricane wrist game
Turn that junk off
Hot as piggly wiggly
Cant kermit the frog dog
(Repeat)
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Yeah Yeah [x2]
She A Very Freaky Girl Dont Bring Her To Mamma
First You Get Her Name Then You Get Her Number
Then You Get Some Brain In The Front Seat Of
The Hummer Then You Get Some Brain In The Front
Seat Of The Hummer
Let Me Set The Record Straight Hater You
Participate Three Girls Wit Me Like Im Goin
On Elemidate Say You Got A Man But Ya Man Aint
Here The Ice In Ma Ear Shine Like A Shandaleer
Jumpin Out The Phantom Dont You Think Im Handsom
Watch On Ma Wrist Cost More Than A Mansion Bet
Cha Baby-Daddy Aint Icin Like The Kid Be Got
Cha Baby Momma Front Seat Of The Faraee
She A Very Freaky Girl Dont Bring Her To Mamma
First You Get Her Name Then You Get Her Number
Then You Get Some Brain In The Front Seat Of The
Hummer Then You Get Some Brain In The Front Seat
Of The Hummer
Gucci Mane The Fly Baby Im That Guy Girls
Eyeballs Pop When I Ride By My Money Long
As A Lemo Just To Show Off I Put Ma Wrist
Out The Window Ride Thru The Six Lil Kids
Scream Bingo Fell Off In The Spot Light
Aye Let's Migle Then The Dj Play Ma New Single
The Club Got Crazy All The Hoes Went Phsyco
Dont Be Deceded Girl I Know You Here Girl I
Know Ya Secret Girl But Im Gon Keep It Girl
Oh You's A College Girl Be A Gucci Girl Oh
You A Gucci Fan Let's Go To Gucci Land You
Diggin Gucci Man Cause Only Cuchi Can Drop
A Stack Pop You Back Wit A Rubberband You
Diggin Gucci Gucci Let's Do The Cuchi Cuchi
Oh That's You Girlfriend Why Dont You Introduce Me
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(feat. MC Breeze)
[Chorus:]
Mac Bre-Z:Is you rollin (repeat 3 times)
Gucci:Bitch i might be(repeat 3 times)
Mac Bre-Z:Girl he geeked up(repeat 3 times)
Gucci:Bitch I might be (repeat 3 times)
Yeeaaaaahhh!
[Verse 1:]
East Atlanta slum man is where I come from
Pass that bubble thrax and put this bean on your tongue
Now everything was gravy til your bitch came in
Bout the same time that that thang kicked in
Now she aint really pretty but she got a nice body
Im geeked up thinkin this Buffie The Body
Aint your name lil Trina cause you look like Janet Jackson
Im off three double stacks and Im lookin for that action
Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin
Ridin in my drop but I dont know where Im goin
On two eighty five i keep ridin in a circle
The inside of my ride smellin like a pound of purple
Gucci is your time give me five more minutes and a cold orange juice cause im really really trippin
went to the strip club and request that im da man
The next thing you know I was throwin rubberbands
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Shawty tellin me she aint neva suck no dick
Neva took a pill or neva ate a bitch
You a lie but I aint gonna get upset right now
But I wish I had a lie detector test right now
You say you marry well bitch you might be
But I bet your husband aint Icy like me
She stand on B.C. in my ashy black tee
When dem dope man nikes and dem jore ass jeans
I dont pay her but I still keep that thrax on me
Imma the shit in East Atlanta baby ask about me
Pop one pop two two halves thats three
Aint no waffle house baby hell I cant eat
Gucci hood like your hoodman hes so extreme
Wearin doces in the club cause you kno the boy geeked
Top the top on that thang let you see my seats
We've been rollin rollin rollin we aint slept in weeks
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Gucci Mane [?] nigga get your mind right
Or a crys by the twelve like a case of budlight
sell a cush by a bell so you kno might shit tight
See Im 30 in the morning on a all night flight
Im high like Fabo hood like Shawty
So tell me when to go like my name E-40
A rich rock star nigga Im gonna party
Got a party pack of pillz thats at least bout 40
ill pour dem in your hand like a bag of jelly beans
take two of these pillz call me in the morning
Fifty thousand pillz man Im so real
Three dollars for a pill thats a damn good deal
Ay wassup Gucci Mane. Why you sweatin so hard? Is you rollin or somethin.
Shit well baby I might be. But got damn what is you doin. You jockin a playa. You ch-Chewy ova here right. Look I aint K-Rab baby You know what I mean I'm not a piece of Bubblegum. What I'm doin is not your business. But matta of fact while you ova here is you a waitress or somethin? Cause the shit you got on make you look like you a waitress. So do what you do iight. Imma give you this hundred dollars. Go get you what ever you drankin. Bring me and click about ten of dem orange juices, five crunk juices nd we'll be straight how bout that. Aand is you straight is you single or is you marry.
Cause I might be, Bitch I might be, Bitch I might be, Bitch I might be YEEEAAAAAAAHHH
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(feat. Mac Bre-Z)
[Hook]
Go Head, Go Head
Go Head, Go Head
Go Head, Go Head
Go Head, Babygirl Go Head
Go Head, Go Head
Go Head, Go Head
Go Head, Go Head
Go Head
[Chorus x2]
Shawtii gotta ass on ha (on ha)
Imma put my hands on ha (on ha)
Imma spend a couple grand on ha (on ha)
Imma pop a rubberband on ha (on ha)
[Verse 1 - GUCCI MANE]
Im tryna figure which chick imma see today (see today).
Picked up a young gurl, looked like Lisa Ray (Lisa Ray).
When I seen ha in da club said I gots to get ha (gots to get ha),
cuz she might be Trina sista (Trina sista).
Gotta gurl look just like Lauren Hill (Lauren Hill),
took ha to da crib cuz she kno’ wut it is (she kno’ wut it is).
Imma bump ha but I cant stand ha daddy do’ (daddy do’)
but she got mo’ ass than Jackie O’ (Jackie O’).
Gotta brown skin gurl like Foxy Brown (Foxy Brown).
Bought a quarter pound just to blow it down (blow it down).
Tattoos all ova’ like Eva or sumthin’ (Eve or sumthin’).
Long hair but it must be weave or sumthin’ (weave or sumthing’).
Gotta spot so I bought ha new furniture (furniture),
cuz she pretty in da face like Monica (Monica).
I really dig da gurl so I gave a ticket to Gucci World (Gucci World).
[Hook]
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2 - Mac Bre-Z]
Im in da club niggas screamin’ who da hill is dat (who da hell is dat).
Dat gurl wit’ dat ass all on da back.
I got dat fire read thong wit’ bra to match (bra to match).
Imma real boss bitch and im hard to catch.
Mac Bre-Z, pimpin aint E-Z nigga (it aint easy),
you can leave cuz I don’t really need ya nigga (I don’t need ya).
I got dat chevy and ya hear me fo’
ya see me nigga cuz my mama sho’ da Mack how to treat a nigga.
And imma Top Notch Bitch dat talk shit but I take none (I take none).
Jump fresh wit my nails done (my nails done),
my braclet. My nigga sick so you already kno’,
when I step up in da club,
I be rockin’ stilettos hoe (stilettos hoe).
Imma jazzy gurl, straight classy gurl (straight classy girl).
And ya never head a nigga say im nasty gurl (I aint nasty gurl).
And ya never meet a gurl dat will shine like me (shine like me)
cuz im wit da Gucci Mane, im SO ICEY.
[Hook]
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3 - GUCCI MANE]
Dem niggas jealous say you aint got time fo’ dat (time fo’ dat).
All dat shake can a nigga get some fries wit dat
(fries wit dat). Too much ass, I aint gotta press a high to dat (high to dat).
Hair blonde fo’ a minute til’
she dyed it black. In da club wit ha gurls, everybody pretty.
Said she used to dance at Magic City (Magic City).
Go Gurl (Go Gurl)
To da flo’ gurl (To da flo’ gurl)
Shake it real slow like a pro gurl (Pro gurl)
Hit da dro gurl cuz its yo world (yo world)
Dance one time den get some mo’ gurl (mo’ gurl)
Gucci in the club two rubberband bites,
smokin’ bubbagush and da shit just stank (stank).
Six gurls dancin’ at da same time (same time),
never seen a hood hoe so damn fine (so fine).
Turn around babygurl, damn ya cute.
I aint tryna come at you like a prostitute.
[Hook]
[Chorus x2]
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24's on yo car yous a trap star,
If you known to buy the bar yous a trap star,
You got a watch on ya wrist yous a trap star,
You got ice around ya neck yous a trap star
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[Verse 1:]
Pimpin is the topic,
money is the object,
hataz gon' make me pull my gators out the closet,
tailor made outfit,
hollerin at a thick chick,
1 hour lata got her messin up her lipstick,
All the best in my clique,
how u hataz hate that?
ridin in a mayback,
headed to the racetrack,
sippin on konyak,
big fat dro sack,
seat layed back,
and actin like i'm all that,
tell me what you call that?
tell me where yo broad at?
chillin wit a mack throwback wit a strawhat,
hataz mean mug me,
girls wanna hug me,
everything's lovely,
tippin on bubbley,
pull up at the club, valet park the car,
fell of in the club then i bought the bar,
girls choose me cause ima superstar,
they takin snap shots of my entourage,
24's on yo car yous a trap star,
If you known to buy the bar yous a trap star,
You got a watch on ya wrist yous a trap star,
You got ice around ya neck yous a trap star
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[Verse 2:]
I'm the grind man, pine man,
dro man, jive man, power man, die man, dope man, coat man, snow man, slick man, trick man, trap man, hit man, big man,
come and gucci man,
peal man, brick man, po' man, rich man, dub man, lick man, weed man, soft man, pimp man, boss man, stunt man, killa man, fresh man, next man, better wear a vest man,
yo boy, dough boy,
brought down to no boy,
neva been a hoe boy,
know to rock the show boy,
dough boy, glow boy, lover boy, pretty boy, city boy, country boy,
neva been a monkey boy,
jack boys, crack boys, dope boys, trap boys,
see me in the club,shawty call me throwback boy,
black boys, black toys, eatlin like the fat boys,
gucci on tha track boy,
how u love dat boy?
24's on yo car yous a trap star,
If you known to buy the bar yous a trap star,
You got a watch on ya wrist yous a trap star,
You got ice around ya neck yous a trap star
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[Verse 3:]
I'm ridin through the city in a escalade,
it's friday night the J's just got paid,
left the barber shop wit a real tight fade,
hit tha car wash let my rims get sprayed
i'm fresher than fresh,
i'm sharper that sharp,
my rims still spinnin but my car is parked,
it's after dark, we left the park,
i gotta blunt of dro rolled up this far,
everybody know me im the a10c, ask my boy ZT,
too hot for radio or mtv, tell BET to come and see Gucci,
im a trap star, ghetto celebrity, pretty girls wanna get in bed with me,
and these pretty girls wanna give head to me, but these pretty girls gotta bring bread to me.
24's on yo car yous a trap star,
If you known to buy the bar yous a trap star,
You got a watch on ya wrist yous a trap star,
You got ice around ya neck yous a trap star
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Chorus
Pull up in the old school with the hubcaps, got my black tee,ones, and my skull cap,Stick Em Up,Stick em up,Stick em Up,Stick em Up,Stick em up,Stick em up, Stick em up, ye aint know
I aint come to play and I aint come to laugh,all i gotta say is nigga put it in da bag,Stick em up,Stick em up,Stick em up, Stick em up,Stick em,Stick em up,Stick em up,ye aint know
Verse 1
Gucci Mane
You know the procedure,when u see a heater
bullets rippin at ya,got ya runnin like a cheetah
rob in my black tee,mob in my black V
robbed the weed man,cuz the nigga tried to tax me
ye aint gotta ask me,tell me where the stacks be
hittin big licks got me ballin like an athelete
used to take starter coats,moved up to bigger dope
down for a kick do' (door), just to make my wrist glow
steal from the rich,but i hang with the po' folk
ball till ya fall, but dont ball til ya go broke
gucci mane la chat, we in and out the trap fast
leaving out yo house,30 birds in my bookbag
Chorus
Pull up in the old school with the hubcaps, got my black tee,ones, and my skull cap,Stick Em Up,Stick em up,Stick em Up,Stick em Up,Stick em up,Stick em up,Stick em up, ye aint know
I aint come to play and I aint come to laugh,all i gotta say is nigga put it in da bag,Stick em up,Stick em up,Stick em up, Stick em up,Stick em,Stick em up,Stick em up,ye aint know
Verse 2
La Chat
ok..Check that bitch that wake up early in the morning,looking for a victim
the first nigga look like dolla's,tryna holla,Im gone get em
i got no time for relationships,im out to get that cheese
even if i have to kill u bitch my son i got to feed
im at the mall,im poppin tags with shopping bags so style
i found a duck that i can pluck,that nigga that asked me out
whoa,,hold up my nigga u must dont know i gotta get ya
you told yo boy i got a big ass,but boy my nine is bigga
im waitin on him to pull up at the spot i see he clean
that boy sittin on them things, a iced out chain, and big ass rings
he said lets go to the movies, i told him lets go to the room
this nigga think he really got a freak,but mine is do the fool
we get to the room,i let him rub,i let him get a lil touch
i told him hold up stop,let me go to the bathroom freshen up
i went out the bathroom window,met with Gucci glock in purse
kicked in the do', shot him in his head,took his cheese and left him murked..Im that Bitch!
Chorus
Pull up in the old school with the hubcaps, got my black tee,ones, and my skull cap,Stick Em Up,Stick em up,Stick em Up,Stick em Up,Stick em up,Stick em up,Stick em up, ye aint know
I aint come to play and I aint come to laugh,all i gotta say is nigga put it in da bag,Stick em up,Stick em up,Stick em up, Stick em up,Stick em,Stick em up,Stick em up,ye aint know
Verse 3
Gucci Mane
They say that i'ma cut throat,gucci never cut coke
yea i'ma jack boy,known to run a drug sto'
hang wit the thug boys,nicknamed the goon squad
first you gotta sign up,then ya get your goon card
niggas scared to fuck wit me,dont wanna serve me
shop wit ya wednesday,take from ya thursday
splurge wit my comrads,gucci mane im hood rich
nigga kill for ya, if u just buy him a outfit
think like a mob boss,move like warranty
got a half a mill safe,just to keep the bills paid
burn em with a hot fork,taser on his nutsacks
i aint come to play,i came to find them big stacks
Chorus
Pull up in the old school with the hubcaps, got my black tee,ones, and my skull cap,Stick Em Up,Stick em up,Stick em Up,Stick em Up,Stick em up,Stick em up,Stick em up, ye aint know
I aint come to play and I aint come to laugh,all i gotta say is nigga put it in da bag,Stick em up,Stick em up,Stick em up, Stick em up,Stick em,Stick em up,Stick em up,ye aint know
uh
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Gucci Mane Big Cat
Growin up was real hard on my block
Cops and robbers I was never the cop
To be the cop was considered a joke
I'm the same lil' nigga that taught your brother to smoke
But now-a-days man I stay on the news
My every move is up on the tube
Whoever said bein a gangsta was easy
I got beef with BMF and I got problems with Jeezy
To be a gangsta is a full time job
A bad a boy but I aint [unsure]
The pays good but the hours are crazy
You disrespect me I'ma see ya degraded
I'm never scared but I'm thinkin ahead
because they don't bury the scared man they bury the dead
I'm ex-con but I'm out on bond
Wave bye to the bad guys, Teflon Dons
[Chorus]
Got my name in the paper and my face in the news
Gucci Mane, Lil'flare
Ev'rybody Ev'rybody know me
Ev'rybody know me nigga
Gucci mane, Lil'flare I'm a real OG (nigga) [2x]
Take it to the street nigga, lets go there
There aint nothing 'tween us pussy nigga but air
But you better prepare 'fore you fuck with the flare
I'll have you role round, frickin up with the chair
See I don't fight fair na I don't fight fair
Gucci Mane'll put that ass in intensive care
Matta fact if ya see me fight a grizzly bear, I suggest you help the fuckin grizzly bear
Tha aint no pussies ova here, na it's just Jeez
There aint no time for no talk, nigga cock it and squeeze
Got these ho type ass niggas weak at the knees
Shoot two twenty-threes they'll chop down trees
Gucci Mane outta jail man, what im gonna do now
That Jeezy lil bitch ass thinkin out loud (2x)
[Chorus]
You motha fuckas must don't know who they mess wit
I'm that outlaw wild wild west shit
I'm on that ??two clipse ak'n'invest shit?? (needs correction)
You mothafuckas must don't know who you fuckin with
I'm not a kid, Gucci Mane full grown
So bring the choppers, leave the nines at home
And call the coppers cause I'm aimin for domes
I have ya call full backup on the phone
The franchise, but Gucci Mane aint wearin no white tee
The niggas hate the fact that niggas so icy
but fuck that, niggas don't gotta like me
Cause seein niggas shit'split in site of me
Pitchin be high off the weed like a kite be
I took ya bitch through my hood just to site see
I screen niggas so I stay on the skreet shit
and if there's drama then it's you I'ma deal with
[Chorus]
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(feat. Gangsta Boo)
[CHORUS:]
Don't want no other woman in da world but dat girl
Ma I gotta tell u I'm in luv with a trap girl
Trap girl [x8]
Down ass bitch dat keep my business intact girl
End of the nite we'll be counting dem stacks girl
Trap girl [x8]
[VERSE 1: GUCCI MANE]
See dat thick redbone man I call dat
Da coupe wat she drive and da trap all dat
Cause she a trap girl [x8]
Gucci back on dat trap shit
Fuck a super model cause I'm stickin with my trap bitch
Cause she a down ass gangsta broad
Like a basketball player baby girl will take da shot
Micros and sum nice clothes
Real fat ass and she luv to smoke dat hydro
She got my name on her arm
And she ain't a terrorist but she'll hold a nigga bomb
She real good in da kitchen
Got her cookin up all da quarter chicken
She keep my pounds in da basement
Pussy so good dat I bought da bitch a bracelet
Just to show her dat I luv her
Cause every nigga in da hood wanna fuck her
[CHORUS:]
Don't want no other woman in da world but dat girl
Ma I gotta tell u I'm in luv with a trap girl
Trap girl [x8]
Down ass bitch dat keep my business intact girl
End of the nite we'll be counting dem stacks girl
Trap girl [x8]
[VERSE 2: GANGSTA BOO]
Ay I gotta holla at my mexicans
Takin trips in and outta town with dem pounds again
Yea I got da pounds of da goodie good
Looks I decieve and best believe I got da goodie good
Yea I do dis here for da gucci mane
With my pretty ass I can get him just bout anythang
Yea I got da niggas with da hard white
Bricked up taped up
U wanna get high tonite
Ay I da pills if u wanna roll
To calm down off dat I got da zanex to help u dose
Ay and I keep a piece of bling bling
Also strapped with the infored beams
For niggas tryin 2 cross da team
Yea u betta get ya fuckin mind rite
Cause I got my grind tight
All day all nite
Ay dis time around will be da take ova
Give da game a makeover
Like flip game over
Yea dis time around till be da take over
Give da game a makeover
Trap girl game over
[CHORUS:]
Don't want no other woman in da world but dat girl
Ma I gotta tell u I'm in luv with a trap girl
Trap girl [x8]
Down ass bitch dat keep my business intact girl
End of the nite we'll be counting dem stacks girl
Trap girl [x8]
[VERSE 3: GUCCI MANE]
I'm hood like hot wings
Lookin for a trap queen
Burglabar throwed up
Every room a flat screen
Took her income tax
And I flipped it to a whole thing
Yea I flipped to a whole thing
Now it's on and poppin
Luv to take her shoppin
Keep her lookin good cause da money's not a option
Nezit gritzit shit is my trap shit
Numba one trap pit
Good at dat mouth shit
Trap bitch bad bitch
Nothin like my last bitch
If dey ever meet den
Dat bitch gon get her ass kicked
[CHORUS:]
Don't want no other woman in da world but dat girl
Ma I gotta tell u I'm in luv with a trap girl
Trap girl [x8]
Down ass bitch dat keep my business intact girl
End of the nite we'll be counting dem stacks girl
Trap girl [x8]
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Alley cats hoes mane
Strictly entertainment(strictly entertainment)
For all my street bitches out there(all my street bitches)
Real spit(real spit)
[Chorus:]
She a alley cat, she a hood rat,
She a alley cat, she a hood rat,
She a alley cat, she a hood rat,
She a alley cat, she a hood rat,
Straight from the block baby keep her hair fixed,
On the low dog she a alley ass bitch,
She a alley cat, she a hood rat,
She a alley cat, she a hood rat(Yeeaaaahhhh)
[Verse 1:]
Four bed rooms with four bad kids, (bad kids)
But the girl so pretty and her ass so big, (so big)
Dancin at the strip joint, guess what I did, (what I did)
Made it rain on her fo' head, told her go head, (go head)
Break bread if you got it, if you don't just watch me, (just watch me)
A red stop sign in the road couldn't stop me, (couldn't stop me)
Alley ass girl, bitch yo ass outrageous, (outrageous)
Goodness gracious, get butt naked, (butt naked)
20 thousand ones, baby just to have fun, (have fun)
Got a half-a-mill saved in case I have to post bond, (post bond)
You a alley ass hoe, Why you talkin so loud, (so loud)
Ol' Alley ass bitch with a gold grill smile, (grill smile)
Tattoo's, shawty got alot of piercings, (piercings)
And she rollin on a pill, feelin like I'm feelin, (Feelin)
You a alley cat shawty, I won't pay you no mind, (no mind)
Put ya number in my phone cause yo ass so fine, (so fine)
[Chorus:]
She a alley cat, she a hood rat,
She a alley cat, she a hood rat,
She a alley cat, she a hood rat,
She a alley cat, she a hood rat,
Straight from the block baby keep her hair fixed,
On the low dog she a alley ass bitch,
She a alley cat, she a hood rat,
She a alley cat, she a hood rat(Yeeaaaahhhh)
[Verse 2:]
Shawty thick like grits, real talk, real spit, (spit)
If you lookin for a alley bitch, that's what you gon get, (gon get)
Alley girls got money, (got money)Alley girls got plugs, (got plugs)
Alley girls smoke weed, (smoke weed)Alley girls sell drugs, (sell drugs)
Shawty at it like a mutherfucker, just like me, (like me)
Credit card scammin hoe, runnin from the police, (police)
You a eastern alley hoe, I was down in south beach, (south beach)
Seen a big thick bitch with alot of gold teeth, (lotta gold teeth)
Had platinum 21, listen bentley car keys, (bentley cars keys)
It's impossible to steal, I ain't stuntin car thieves, (I ain't stuntin car thieves)
Shawty real real alley, keep it real real street, (real real street)
Suck dick, eat pussy, she a real real freak, (real real freak)
I'm a keep it dawg, I won't bite my toungue, (my toungue)
East Atlanta zone 6 where them alley hoes from, (alley hoes from)
Like T-Pain mane all these alley hoes sprung, (alley hoes sprung)
Gucci Mane performin live, all the alley come, (aahhh)
[Chorus:]
She a alley cat, she a hood rat,
She a alley cat, she a hood rat,
She a alley cat, she a hood rat,
She a alley cat, she a hood rat,
Straight from the block baby keep her hair fixed,
On the low dog she a alley ass bitch,
She a alley cat, she a hood rat,
She a alley cat, she a hood rat(Yeeaaaahhhh)
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Ya boy, Gucci Mane speaking
Yeah, I'm home, just touchdown
I'ma dressing all these blow pops out there, yeah
Uh blow pop, that's uh straight up busta
I call 'em blow pops 'cause them niggas suckas
I call 'em blow pops 'cause them niggas suckas
I'm looking at the world through my ice out gaze
Yuh couldn't walk uh, mile in ma brand new J's
If yuh know wut I mean
I keep court side seats like I play fo' the team
I'm killin' maself
Hold ma dick wen I rap 'cause I'm feelin' maself
Real talk yuh's uh blow pop
Get outta jail na, ya whole show stop
Yuh's uh blow pop homie
I'm independent ballin' major yuh get no pops homie
6 months plus uh bitch stop
And I ain't got time to be fucking with no blow pop
Uh blow pop, that's uh straight up busta
I call 'em blow pops 'cause them niggas suckas
I call 'em blow pops 'cause them niggas suckas
I call 'em blow pops 'cause them niggas suckas
They hatin' on Gucci Mane, that's uh blow pop move
Yuh gotta wear 20's just to fill ma shoes
See, I ain't fuckin' with blow pops
Yuh let uh, niqqa click and na yuh, stuck with uh blow pop
Yuh thought yuh wuz uh
G yuh turned out to uh blow pop
Yuh bought uh
CD na yuh noe yuhs uh blow pop
So blow pops try to kill me
Somebody set me up so tell me how am I guilty?
But I don't need no one else
'cause anytime I get in beef
I just call maself 'cause yuhs uh blow pop
Uh blow pop, that's uh straight up busta
I call 'em blow pops 'cause them niggas suckas
I call 'em blow pops 'cause them niggas suckas
I call 'em blow pops 'cause them niggas suckas
I call 'em blow pops 'cause them niggas suckas
Big cat records played wut will da blood clock
Gucci on da mike talkin' 'bout all these blow pops
Man, they softer than backpack
150 grand fo ya chain can yuh match that?
Man yuh straight up bacon
And if I see yuh in the streets prolli, spit in ya face
The rap game so sleazy
They try to knock me off but aye, it ain't that easy
The blow pops I wanna blow up
Mad 'cause ma watch cost da same as uh, Porsche truck
Got lock tryin' to hold hawk
But that's wut I get man fo' fuckin' with blow pops
Uh blow pop, that's uh straight up busta
I call 'em blow pops 'cause them niggas suckas
I call 'em blow pops 'cause them niggas suckas
I call 'em blow pops 'cause them niggas suckas
I call 'em blow pops 'cause them niggas suckas
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(verse 1)
Laborginis Ferraris & Bentleys we boats and jetskis Cristal Don-P tha kush the P.T. two facts about me bitch ask about me big cats around me big stacks round big gats round me tha thrax round me purple packs around me no sacks round me i smoke like marley i niggaz ride harleys i hurt ya daughter feelings mrs.jackson I'm sorry i'm pimpin like goldie and ballin like koby these haters get found thrown in the oppanoke yo bich she choose me you mad she choose me I'm glad she choose me she gave me her room key the time on White St. the time in D.C gucci tha ol' G they put me on T.V. I'm gutta like B.G. I'm reppin the B.C. the jealous ones envy cuz it's somethin against me
(chorus x2)
you fuck with me you fuck with them you fuck with them you stuck with me big cat laflare we don't fight fair big cat laflare na we don't fight fiar
(Verse 2)
got major flavor got major label got major niggaz cuz we got major paper ball hard like we major league baseball players who is Sherley Franklin cuz Gucci Mane the mayor I run the city I am the city Bad Boy but I never did sign with Diddy I bake the cake I make the cake 36 what I cop like jacob plat my team the champs yo team the chumps my squads the spurs hell yo suads the pumps unload the pump unload the pump explode the pump then reload the pump don't move the trunkl you fit in the trunk you set in tha trunk til ya body stank like a shunk the city of thieves drug dealers and G's my niggaz gamble all my niggaz smoke weed
(Chorus x2)
(verse3)
my money got a mouth so I let it talk for me half a mill worth of ice what it bought for me I'm on tha bubble kush man thats a rich high I order Cris by the case I'm a rich guy I'm 25 but I ride like I'm 67 cuz when I ride man I ride with the mac 11 a quater pound worth of purple thrax to smoke on so iced out I think I need my coat on the young nigga with the shades and the gold fronts why you stunt so hard you only live once I'm in the club real high and I'm real drunk I'm on my third bar and I'm on my eight blunt I'm leavin with your girl with the pump right in the front with them 28's call Roy Dunes I'm from East Atlanta boy this is how it's done we rock them old school verses with the Georgia sun
(Chorus x2)
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