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Ride on these niggaz


I ride on these niggaz


I ride on these niggaz (hahaaa)


I ride on these niggaz





Let`s get it!





[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]





Super charger, the same color as PJ


(yeaaaaah) I got a champagne range


Big niggaz offed, I got a night-scope aim (Bah)


Audio, video, you caught on tape


That`s a way to get ya ass sent Upstate (dayyyum)


In `9-AY! I took them trips down to Lauderdale


Back and forth, like Aliyah


Chances of gettin` rich is like one-in-a-million


(hahaaaaa) Or more like two-in-a-billion


Flashin` lights, my mind`s playin` tricks on me


But the Minuteman still do tricks on me


Swear the feds just starin` at a nigga


You know, you feelin` ya heart fall into ya feet


Summertime niggaz still ridin` with the heat


Jeezy De Niro, Snowman Pacino


Real niggaz love me because I talk that lingo





[Hook: Young Jeezy]





And I`m the muhfuckin` bi-nuss...


They lies, they phonies, they fakes,


These niggaz ain`t never sold the weight


And I`m the muhfuckin` bi-nuss...


They lies, they phonies, they fakes,


These niggaz ain`t never sold the weight


And I`m the muhfuckin` bi-nuss...


They lies, they phonies, they fakes,


These niggaz ain`t never touched the weight


And I`m the muhfuckin` bi-nuss...


They lies, they phonies, they fakes,


These niggaz ain`t never touched the weight


And I`m the muhfuckin` bi-nuss...





[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]





Nowadayz the GT`s glock black (cheaaa!)


The shoes on that muhfucka 3-80 chrome


Gotta be careful what you say on the phone


I`m 36 souls away


From givin` the mic up and goin` back to the streetz (naww)


What`s the difference, I still eat the same


A nigga paranoid, I still sleep the same


You niggaz rappin` `bout blow, like it`s a fad


Nigga this is my life, I ain`t tryna set trends


`Cause everybody knows how that brick-road ends


Heartless, maybe I need to see the Wizard


Until then, Imma make it snow blizzards





[Hook]





[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]





I stay on the block, and risk my life


Day in and day out until a nigga sold out


You niggaz playin`, I show you what that street shit `bout


Hit you right up with them thangs, and come back with the chains


Might cook it in the stove, might cook it in the microwave


Either way it`s gonna sell, still weigh it on the scale


You rappin`-ass niggaz ain`t never sold no yams


I`m talkin` sucka-free Sundays and iced-out Mondays


Pin-up Tuesdays and body-tap Wednesdays


You was in the studio, I was on the block


In the kitchen at the spot goin` hard with the blocks


25 for the four ways, choppaz by the door-ways





[Hook]

Ride on these niggaz


I ride on these niggaz


I ride on these niggaz (hahaaa)


I ride on these niggaz





Let`s get it!





[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]





Super charger, the same color as PJ


(yeaaaaah) I got a champagne range


Big niggaz offed, I got a night-scope aim (Bah)


Audio, video, you caught on tape


That`s a way to get ya ass sent Upstate (dayyyum)


In `9-AY! I took them trips down to Lauderdale


Back and forth, like Aliyah


Chances of gettin` rich is like one-in-a-million


(hahaaaaa) Or more like two-in-a-billion


Flashin` lights, my mind`s playin` tricks on me


But the Minuteman still do tricks on me


Swear the feds just starin` at a nigga


You know, you feelin` ya heart fall into ya feet


Summertime niggaz still ridin` with the heat


Jeezy De Niro, Snowman Pacino


Real niggaz love me because I talk that lingo





[Hook: Young Jeezy]





And I`m the muhfuckin` bi-nuss...


They lies, they phonies, they fakes,


These niggaz ain`t never sold the weight


And I`m the muhfuckin` bi-nuss...


They lies, they phonies, they fakes,


These niggaz ain`t never sold the weight


And I`m the muhfuckin` bi-nuss...


They lies, they phonies, they fakes,


These niggaz ain`t never touched the weight


And I`m the muhfuckin` bi-nuss...


They lies, they phonies, they fakes,


These niggaz ain`t never touched the weight


And I`m the muhfuckin` bi-nuss...





[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]





Nowadayz the GT`s glock black (cheaaa!)


The shoes on that muhfucka 3-80 chrome


Gotta be careful what you say on the phone


I`m 36 souls away


From givin` the mic up and goin` back to the streetz (naww)


What`s the difference, I still eat the same


A nigga paranoid, I still sleep the same


You niggaz rappin` `bout blow, like it`s a fad


Nigga this is my life, I ain`t tryna set trends


`Cause everybody knows how that brick-road ends


Heartless, maybe I need to see the Wizard


Until then, Imma make it snow blizzards





[Hook]





[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]





I stay on the block, and risk my life


Day in and day out until a nigga sold out


You niggaz playin`, I show you what that street shit `bout


Hit you right up with them thangs, and come back with the chains


Might cook it in the stove, might cook it in the microwave


Either way it`s gonna sell, still weigh it on the scale


You rappin`-ass niggaz ain`t never sold no yams


I`m talkin` sucka-free Sundays and iced-out Mondays


Pin-up Tuesdays and body-tap Wednesdays


You was in the studio, I was on the block


In the kitchen at the spot goin` hard with the blocks


25 for the four ways, choppaz by the door-ways





[Hook]

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