[Verse 1 - Young Jeezy]
I said, I'm +Corporate Thuggin+
C-T-E!!
Until the day I die, dat's the way it's gon' be
Thug Motivation, I'm bumpin' in my 3
Blowin' on some k**a sh** dat I got from Zone 3
Blowin' Orange Mile, yeah we call it Tennessee
I'm good in err' hood, err' body know me
So don't wake me up, I swear to God I'm dreamin'
Pray fo' Uncle Ray, yeah dat n***a still beamin'
Lookin' fly in the co*k pit, a n***a still leanin'
Money out here, so a n***a still schemin'
And I don't make music, but the muthaf**in' critics
They don't understand cause they ain't muthaf**in' livin' it
And I ain't trippin' on +The Source+, I got a muthaf**in' +plug+
Keepin' 5 mics, I'm still a mothaf**in' thug
Now, the question is - CAN A ni**a REALLY RAP?
And they ask you - IS YOU EVA BEEN TO THE TRAP?
b**h I make hits, you n***as waste time
And I be Goddamn if I let chu waste mine
Like change fo' the betta, but I'm still strapped
Trigga-happy n***a, don't make me relapse
Attitude like "f** It!" - they hatin' anyway
And I can give a f** what a n***a gotta say
YOU STILL TALKIN' BLOW? - YOU GOD DAMN RIGH!
What else I'm gon' say dat's my mu'f**in' life
I just left Jamaica I'm talkin' Nachos Rios
Sippin' margaritas on the beach in my Adidas
Brought a few pills but dats only fo' the skeezas
Used my black car but dat's only fo' the reefa
Wussuh! (Let's go)
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Not a day go by, dat I ain't high
Hit the mall err'day, n***a I stay fly
26 inches, yeah I'm sittin' up high
And I'mma keep it hood, hommie dat's no lie
Not a day go by, dat I ain't high
Hit the mall err'day, n***a I stay fly
Get it how we live, yeah we try to get by
We throw it all in the air, baby dat's no lie
Wussuh!
[Verse 2 - Blood Raw]
Blood Raw! Everybody love me (Yay-Uh!!)
Blowin' on Jamaica, the boy +Corporate Thuggin+
Gla**es in the air, everybody toastin'
Gettin' f**ed up n***a, everybody totin' (Oooh)
Posted wit a broad, yeah she blacka then an African (Yeah)
Hair down her back, like she mixed wit Italian (Haha..)
Mamii so thick, man she look like a stallion
Introduced her to my patna - yeah it's on, so what's happenin'
[Verse 3 - Slick Pulla]
Wha's hann'in!
Dead presidents (Ch'yah!), brief-case full of 'em
Couldn't take a chance, we do it fo' the love of 'em (C'monn!)
Livin' life fast (Yah!), we do it fo' the rush of it
Rubberband stacks, we do it fo' the touch of it (Okayye!)
This sh** don't stop (Stop!)
Corporate Thuggin' n***a 'till my casket drop (Yah!)
Yams in the booth did the same on the block
Don't blame me, I'm just trynna get a knot (Nah!)
U-S-D-AYE!
[Hook]