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trap or die reloaded - jeezy lyrics

[intro]
yeah
trap or die 2
the king has returned
that’s it
yeah
yeah, look

[verse]
here i come, i hope you n*ggas ready
like the handle on the vision, how i hold this b*tch steady
see you doing big sh*t and n*ggas get petty (petty)
don’t try to get me, n*gga, get fetti
been a motherf*cking minute, how you n*ggas been?
we got a lot to talk about, where should we begin?
can’t trust these n*ggas ‘cause they unholy (holy)
it’s every man for hisself, that’s what the streets showed me
and i demand my respect, that’s what the streets owe me
and i don’t speak on street cred ‘cause it speak for me
i watched n*ggas do some sh*t i couldn’t understand (‘stand)
you know i stay prepared for it, didn’t under*plan (nah), yeah
what he thinking? got him wondering
meanwhile, i’m working wonders, i’m the wonder*man
i woke up feeling all trap or die 2*ish (2*ish)
still counting old money, think i’m half*jewish
and if you thought that i was over then you half*foolish
that n*gga young, he gets it done, these n*ggas half*do this, yeah! (yeah)
i tell them, “who better?” (who better?)
don’t get it f*cked up, n*gga, not ever (ever)
it’s the n*gga that you love to hate, they call him “young”
the big homie sat me down when i was young—he said:
“i hope that you ready, ‘cause you the one” (one)
so i listened to him, stayed down, and bought me one (one)
i took a trip to the greenbriar mall and bought me some (some)
i learned me a valuable lesson, it taught me something (what’s that?)
if you believe, you shall achieve (‘chieve)
that street money’ll buy you some sh*t you wouldn’t believe (yeah)
all types of homes and watches, luxury cars (cars)
why the h*ll y’all think i be spitting luxury bars? (yeahhh)
let me ask you a question: do you believe? (‘lieve)
‘cause right now, it’s young and them—who you believe?
take a trip with me down memory ave. (ave.)
seven o’s, nines, and splits, and fifty slabs (d*mn)
flood the streets, typhoon*style, ’til it’s a drought
it’ll turn you to a marketing g*nius, a steve stoute (yeah)
told him, “500 a piece, bring me a gram” (gram)
n*gga think i’m showing him love, i’m building my brand (haha!)
why the h*ll you think i sold all them nines? ‘cause i’m a leader (leader)
came from the jungle, more stripes than a f*cking zebra (zebra)
born on the day of the ounce, the 28th (eighth)
n*gga sign was a scale, we knew we would sell weight (young!)
type of n*gga know i’m the sh*t, i feel stank (stank)
and right now, i’m feeling myself, i feel faint (yeah)
chances of making it out, they ain’t great
you want to hear it from somebody that done it? i feel great
do it for the times i was stressed, i lost weights (weight)
patrolling, accepting my past, i lost eight (d*mn)
tell you the rest on the album, that’s all that i got to say (say)
this that trap or die 2, that 103 on the way, what’s up!
[outro]
yeah!
who better, n*gga?

- jeezy lyrics

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