Jeezy - Trap Or Die (Mixtape Version) lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy] Last time I checked I was the man on these streets They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats Got diarrhea flow, now I sh** on n***as (geah) Even when I'm constipated I still sh** on n***as (let's get it) Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom Stay blowin purple sh** that keep me high like the moon (yeahh) I'm an affiliate, I know hitmen I'm a hater like you, f** my wrist then n***as sneak dissin', that ain't how we play f** with mine, get ya drama like the DJ (that's right) Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill Went from old school Chevys, to Beamer coupes Got a hundred n***as with me and errybody gon shoot (yeahh) Try me n***a, that's your first mistake (ha-ha) Eat your lil' a** up like a chanterelle plate The whole pie like Domino's, yes indeed I'm tryna stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese (hey) You can try dawg, but it ain't easy (nope) Mix the flake with the soda, you got Young Jeezy (damnn) You still wanna talk blow man? Soft white like Alaska, call me snowman (heyy) [Hook: Young Jeezy] Smoke purp' by the pound, O's by the fifth Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yeahhh) We trap or die n***a (geah, oh!), we trap or die n***a And these hoes love a n***a cause they know that we the truth Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeahhh) We trap or die n***a (geah, oh!), we trap or die n***a [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] Post on the block, rain, sleet, snow, sunny (sunny) Slow motion, don't nothin move but the money (geah) Trap all day (day), with no lunch breaks (nope) It's dinner time but a gangsta cookin pancakes (ha-ha!) Rubberbands when we wrap them stacks (stacks) Time to ship it outta town, you know Saran's the wrap (yeahhh) Think ahead incase the K-9's get loose (geah) Inner tubes like the tires on my Mongoose (heyy) [Hook] [Verse 3: Bun B] Yeah, back up in the hood again, where it's all good again Ridin candy slab, grippin on the wood again Outta line n***as get back in place where you should've been In case you don't understand, I'mma make it understood again King of the underground, my gangsta will never fail You 'bout to make me go postal for f**in with my mail You got the connect, but you ain't got the clientele You the hoax and n***as know it, that sh** ain't hard to tell Rat b**h, recognize that your cheese ain't finna sell I'm finna break some bread with the feds? You dumb as hell I been around the block before, sold it all from rock to blow And I don't f** around, when the feds in town I got to go Respect my mind cause I'm a trill old schooler Summer time get too hot, I wait for winter when its cooler U.G.K. for life, free the Pimp, you know the deal In P.A.T. it's Trap or Die and we ain't down for gettin k**ed [Hook]