Young Jeezy - Trap Or Die lyrics

(feat. Bun B) [Young Jeezy] Last time I checked I was the man on these streets They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats Got diareah flow, now I sh** on n***az Even when I'm constipated I still sh** on n***az (let's get it on) Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom They blowin purple sh** that keep me high like the moon Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know hitman Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know hitman Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know hitman I'm a hater like you, f** my wristband n***a sneak this, and that ain't how we play f** with mind, get ya drama like the DJ (that's right, dramatic n***a) Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill (that's right) Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill [Young Jeezy] Last time I checked I was the man on these streets They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats Got diareah flow, now I sh** on n***az Even when I'm constipated I still sh** on n***az (let's get it on) Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom They blowin purple sh** that keep me high like the moon Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know hitman I'm a hater like you, f** my wristband n***a sneak this, and that ain't how we play f** with mind, 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 100 n***az with me and everybody gon shoot (yeaaaa) Try me n***a, that's your first mistake Eat your lil a** up like a chanterelle plate The whole pie like Dominoes, yes indeed I'm tryna stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese You can try dog, but it ain't easy Mix the flake with the soda, got Young Jeezy (damnnn) You still wanna talk Blow man? Soft White like Alaska, call me Snowman [Chorus: Young Jeezy] Smoke purp by the pound, Goose by the fifth Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yeaaaa) We trap or die n***a, we trap or die n***a Ya know these hoes love a n***a cause they know that we the truth Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeaaaa) We trap or die n***a, we trap or die n***a) [Bun B] Yea, back up in the hood again, where it's all good again Ridin candy slab, grippin on the wood again Outta line n***az get back in place where you shoulda been In case you don't understand, we'll 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***az know it, that sh** ain't hard to tell Rat b**h, recognize that your cheese ain't been to sales I'm fina break some bread with the feds, you dumb as hell I been around the block before, sold it all for 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 Summertime get too hot I wait for winter when its cooler UGK for life, free the pimp, you know the deal In PAT it's Trap Or Die and we ain't down for gettin k**ed [Chorus: Young Jeezy] Smoke purp by the pound, Goose by the fifth Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yeaaaa) We trap or die n***a, we trap or die n***a Ya know these hoes love a n***a cause they know that we the truth Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeaaaa) We trap or die n***a, we trap or die n***a [Slick Pulla] We think like mathematicians, move like mobsters It's bout to be a grizzly winter n***a straight monster (real n***a) I'm posted up with my big schlapps, big snakes, big straps You don't wanna feel that Street addicts get a buzz from the hustlin f** the government, we got our own, the Track-Publicans Chillin pimp n***az don't know the first thing about the block I'm 279 grams of straight drop out the pot Real street n***az, all the ghetto hoes on our jock When I hit the strip, all my troops listen while I talk This what I tell em, "Take these yams lil man break it down, get back, see a couple grams" And don't talk to square n***az, you know, spongebobs Kanye West n***az, talking through the wire dawg Watch for goonies when you got it, n***az wanna rob And pull a staff and quarterback 'em like Brett Favre [Chorus: Young Jeezy] Smoke purp by the pound, Goose by the fifth Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yeaaaa) We trap or die n***a, we trap or die n***a Ya know these hoes love a n***a cause they know that we the truth Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeaaaa) We trap or die n***a, we trap or die n***a