Young Jeezy - Recipe lyrics

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