SPIT YOUR FAVORITE YOUNG JEEZY VERSE!!!

SUM OF MY FAVORITE VERSE ARE:
YA BETTA CALL YA CREW, YOU GON NEED HELP,HOLE CAR STRAPPED AND I AINT TALKIN SEAT BELTS:

DREES IN ALL BLACK AND MY GUN THE SAME COLOR:

SAY HIS EARRING 'S BOUT AS BIG AS HIS EGO ,KEEP A FRSH BALD HEAD LIKE HIS JUS LEFT KEMO.

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Permalink Reply by 14finest on November 12, 2008 at 7:06pm

Im here now you old news
got a couple porshe trucks
a couple old schools
I'll line ya ass up and push ya tape backwards

Im a real nigga and I don't like rappers
(fake ass niggaz)

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Permalink Reply by Devin Moore on November 13, 2008 at 9:20am

hey,Let's Go
Snowman bitch, I don't even wear the same draws
Flat screens on my walls, flows look like bowling balls
I know Big Meeks, the real Big Meeks
It's over for you clowns soon as my nigga hit them streets
I see you ridin' homie, but that ain't hard enough
You know me I might pull up in an armored truck
I stack big faces, I stack small faces
I stack all faces, swear it's white as pillow cases
I got a dirty mouth but my kitchen's clean
Them folks ridin' hid the pots and the triple beams
Hit the Dodge spot I must've copped six Magnums
Marriott suite, I must've used six magnums
Feds on my tail, you know them boys'll six flag ya
Testarossa ride, like I'm on a coaster ride
Sheet mix, remix still talkin' white bricks
Two million records sold and I'm still talkin' white shit

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Permalink Reply by Stacy Andrews on November 13, 2008 at 2:27pm

MY GRANDMA OFF IN DA CHURCH, WHILE IM IN DA FRIDGERATOR, IN SEARCH OF THE BACON SODA, RIGHT NEXT TO THE MASHED POTATOES!

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Permalink Reply by NESEAN DA DON DADA on November 13, 2008 at 4:06pm

everybody on the block got the same agenda Hustle from January till the end of December Wasnt smokin purple den it was more like bobby brown On that hen straight dog got a nigga drinking brown.

It's not a trick question yeah I'm strapped bitch Also ripped nigga miss me wit that rap shit Rappin ass nigga better do numbers I ain't gotta rap I'ma do numbers

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Permalink Reply by Josh M. on November 14, 2008 at 2:24am

Snowman bitch, respect it or check it. Don't matter to me, Mack-11 or teck it.
You little niggaz betta keep my name outcha mouth. A 100 rounds make a frame outcha house. (YEEEAAAAH!) I cruise da city by my lonesome, open invitation for anybody want some.
The hood say "They really feeling ya mane". A million records sold, I don't do gold.
Fo-sheezy, this rap shit eazy. Can't leave the mic alone, the streets need me.
Red Monkies saggin on them apes, that's 900 just saggin on them Bapes.

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Permalink Reply by natalie76 on November 14, 2008 at 2:07pm

MY AUNTIE ON SECTION 8.THEN WHY AINT HER CREDIT STRAIGHT??????

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Permalink Reply by D. Stephens on November 14, 2008 at 4:22pm

they say im bi-polar so indecisive so muthafucken what i know some bitches that like it

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Permalink Reply by boot on November 14, 2008 at 6:11pm

BITCH IM AMAZIN LOOK WHAT IM BLAZIN EYEZ SO LO MAN I LOOKLIKE A ASIAN B4 I WAS CLUBBIN B4 I WAS THUGGIN HATERS RUN THEY MOUTHS THEY AINT TAKIN BOUT NOTHING

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Permalink Reply by K~R3D on November 14, 2008 at 8:35pm

I don't kno' why dese niggaz tell lies
ya'll kno' damn well he ain't flip no pies
all dis bird talk make me want some popeye's
ya'll get no play off in my ride
fake ass niggaz how dare u compare young
black crown vic yea dats use to scare young
my 62's come back like frisbee
all dis smoke fumes got me dizzy
dey talk bricks n i'm jus listen
ummm i'm jus listen
hook might be tight
but dat don't sound right
i sold snow white
& he sold no white

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Permalink Reply by Felicia Woods on November 18, 2008 at 9:07pm

The recession on the way, hate but on another note. Allot sounding like Young tell em register 2 quote. See I roll'em back 2 back like I'm registered 2 smoke. Yea I got it on me now but I ain't registered 2 tote! I put on for my city in a powder blue gini, gotdamn u just missed me; shoulda saw me, shoulda seen me. Do me a favor, see them haters , tell'em picture me rollin; same time watch the feds take a pic of me rollin. Got a phone call from Ye', put my libs on his song, sold 3 million records, gotdamn I put'em on. I put on for my city yeah billboards everywhere, see me b4 your flight land, see me b4 yo bag claim. Re-up in my city man u betta check yo bags maine, shouts out to the eastside, yea they play them mag games; southside boys will follow u home, yea they play them tag games; can't 4get that westside, yea they play them mask games. How u 4get the northside, yall know I stay high as hell; 87's, dickies 2, ya'll know I stay fly as hell! I put on 4 my city yea, way b4 the contracts; trapstars step back, might catch u a contact. Rap star, no strap might just get ya chain snatched. Call Young bring stakes, might just get ya change back. Call my name in the court room, put me on blast; still shining on they ass, yea it's Mr. Birthday Bash!!!

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Permalink Reply by patpatpts on December 9, 2008 at 10:33pm

got to many to name but off the top of the head

We Takin Ova Rmix ( this nigga went in on this shit)

Look, I am the streets
Real nigga's shit and ' that's word to meeche
She like my wrist so she follow the rainbow
Now I'm switchin' lanes she tryna follow the lambo
Can't keep up best follow Range Rov'
But be cool 'cause my goons in there
And a couple of guns, and a couple of clips
And a couple of K's, and a couple of bricks
And then I throw it in the pot now what the fuck that cook like
Mark Jacobs on now what the fuck I look like
Hey, this the remix ain't it
Just got the new 'rari and I just might paint it
Just got the new plane and I just might fly it
Just left Lennix Mall and I just might buy it
Stay strap nigga don't even try it
Pockets so fat I need a go on a diet, haha!