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[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
When you know Iâm in the Chi, you know I fuck with L.E.P
And you know itâs CTE until the fuckinâ death of me
What you niggas wanna do? You know itâs 30 for a girl
Nigga commas on my commas, motherfucker, itâs the world
Black bandanas on them llamas, my lilâ niggas piranhas
Up early in the AM, count a half millâ in my pyjamas
These rap niggas be frontinâ â Iâm a real nigga, I be stuntinâ
See me a certified street nigga all the bad bitches be wantinâ
Nigga, 250, 125 â nigga, all that on the table
Take âem out, now let âem dry, then I flip them bitches like Egos
Got⦠in my garage, got units all in my basement
Them ARs with a hundred rounds, swear the cars look like the Matrix
Got grams all on my scale⦠bag full of that mail
A hundred racks off in the safe house, and Iâm savinâ that shit for bail
One time for my lawyer, ten-out-of-ten a niggaâll beat the charge
Show up to court in an Armani suit, way cooler than Chico the Boss
[Verse 2]
My wristâs out as I hit the corner, them 50-pointers bling hard
Got a million dollars in the bank and Iâm still swiping that Link Card
50 large in that shoebox, the rest, do that on debit
Not only that, I feed the killers, I cleaned up all their credit
See, I ainât startinâ no rap beef, but we got heat, got money
Touch me and you gonâ see just how much loyalty niggas got for me
Walk inside that studio and start squeezing off in that bitch
Way yâall been falling out you would think I had lean off in them clips
With that said, pull it, nigga â Iâve got boxes on top of bullets, nigga
With a big, stupid-ass cannon on me
You ainât never catchinâ no footage, nigga
[Hook]
I need commas after my commas, commas after my commas
Iâve got commas after my commas, commas after my commas
We ainât talking no bands nigga, we ainât talking no bands, nigga
We ainât talking no bands nigga, we ainât talking no bandsâ¦
[Verse 3]
â¦18, still live with mama
Still watch her cook up lasagna
Steel with us when we move
We some animals with the llamas
Sleep on me, snatch your pyjamas
Son, Iâm hot as a sauna
Thatâs heat, thatâs that âdonât touchâ flow
They bite like piranhas
Hittinâ daughters and hittinâ mamas
Dick kickinâ up family drama
What, you know King Kid Palmer?
Man, them chicks, I wanna palm âem
All these young souls dying in the Chi
Man, where the fuck is Obama?
Probably somewhere in the Bahamas
Countinâ commas after his commas
[Verse 4: Ma]
You know my mama raised me on wic
My bed used to smell pissy
Got two rollies, two chains, and Iâm startinâ to feel like Tity
I did it all for my city when I did it on âem like Nicki
If them niggas really want bottles, man, Iâll send âem to âem like Drizzy
My roof crack, your boo asks âwhoâs that new cat with his hooves black?â
You know how fools act, get your jewels snatched
Donât wanna lose that, youâd better scoot back
That green longer than Dino, that Coupe roof is like chemo
That jewelry lit up like Reno, put that dot on you like Bingo
Iâm ridinâ round my city, pretty dimple up in my face
Iâve got flooded AP on, white pimples up in that face
Iâm photogenic, I know the womenâ¦
[?]I know my limits, make no commitments
Now hold up a minute, tre ocho in it
[Hook]
[Verse 5]
Nigga, Iâve got commas after my commas
Ainât no need to beat around the bush
Took my bitch taxes and bought me a few pounds of kush
Iâve got A1, my lawyerâs paid
So that mean my business straight
Got a penthouse in the trunk, and itâs all off Section 8
We ainât talkinâ per Diem and we ainât talkinâ no budgets
When they say Iâve got a bag, boy, they ainât talkinâ no luggage
Them niggasâ albums is garbage, man, donât believe them numbers
They know I keep them shooters, but they ainât hittinâ no numbers
[Verse 6: T.I.]
I hate a fake nigga and a fuck nigga
I hate to see a sucker actinâ like a tough nigga
We respected by all the gangs, we donât bang, though
But stillâll pull up on your block with them flamethrowers
I took a hundred grand, turned it to a half a millâ
Got the commas comin', went to prison, money cominâ still
Race any nigga in the game to a hundred millâ
They stallinâ out at 10 or 20, but Iâm runninâ still
All I wear Hustle Gang, nigga, fuck Gucci
See I ainât the one that talk shit âbout a nigga then say âwhatâs upâ to him
Nah⦠you got a problem with me, do it then
Try me partner, bet we end up on the news again
Nigga keep sayinâ my name, oh, somebody finna lose again
He say he driving what I drive, Iâve got the title, though
And Iâve got the title all you pussy niggas fightinâ for
King, niggaâ¦
- Álbum:
- Gangsta Party
- Seen It All: The Autobiography
- Snow Flow
- R.I.P. (Single)
- The Motivator (Mixtape)
- #ItsThaWorld 2 (Mixtape)
- Thug Motivation 103: EP
- Get Right (Single)
- It’s Tha World (Mixtape)
- Thug Motivation 103: Hustlerz Ambition
- TM 103
- The Last Laugh
- The Real Is Back
- Shake Life (Single)
- F.A.M.E. (Single)
- .38 (Single)
- The Recession
- Miscellaneous
- Jizzle (Single)
- I Am the Street Dream