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.
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 MS.REAL NIGGAS PAY ATTENTION on -
2xs 4 ever body bein up on dat Jeezy
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Permalink Reply by Jeoffrey Dupree on -
Yeen ain't neva seen dem pies talkin so much white it will hurt ya eyes, I really lived it man counted so much paper it will hurt ya hands
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Permalink Reply by none on -
Jyeah)I?m(Jyeah)I?m(Jyeah) I?m (Jyeah)
I?m back Mr. Magic City
Blow on color purp I make it rain on your forehead
You woulda thought a fan the way I blow that money
You woulda thought I had a plan the way I throw that money
The Feds outside and they checking his tag
But still the boy move with a hell of a swag
It?s like the soundtrack to my life
Everyday I?m under investigation
But I will not stop so you can stop the hating
What more can I say it?s like my gift and my curse
To fell or succeed I don?t know what?s worse (shit)
I don?t know what?s worse (aaa)
Agents tryna find a glitch in my matrix
One slip and I?m back to the basics
Red or blue pill what would you do?
When the same niggas you love got hate in their blood
I know God?s watching over me so is the Feds
When love turns to hate and niggas rather you dead
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
All that I?ve done will you protect my life?
Maybe, maybe not, until then I keep an extra clip for that Glock
You wanna see my bank statement; I got no problems with that
300 thousand you know I?m smarter than that
I been dodging the alphabet boys all my life
So you gonna need more than a child support lawyer (yep, listen up)
I got some child support for you,
Get off your ass bitch and get you a job
Tell your other 3 baby daddy?s to sell dope or rob
My son got everything in this world that I never had
So one thing you can?t call me is a deadbeat dad (nope)
When you?re the one that shoulda been exposed
Unfit mother still playin withcha nose
And I don?t wanna tell my child that his moms aint shit
And this aint about him she just a money hungry bitch
I been here before, they boxed me in corna (whatcha do nigga)
And I came out fighting
They locked me in a cell and I came out writing (yeah, I say I came out wrtitin)
Lock my body you can?t trap my mind
I only talk in the bedroom, we whisper in the kitchen
Call me paranoid I think the walls is listening(shhhh)
But if them walls could talk (what?d they say)
I probably never get to see the daylight
I gave it to em raw mixtape after mixtape (yeah)
I had niggas waiting on the album
I shoulda got five mics in the Source
Instead I got five bricks and a Porsche (haha)
They sat I aint lyrical
I wasn?t tryna impress yall niggas
If hatin was a crime they?d arrest yall niggas
Kink bought the mic I just gave him my life
The streets co-signed the hood gave me my stripes
I said the streets co-signed the hood gave me my stripes
Kink bought the mic I just gave him my life
I said the streets co-signed the hood gave me my stripes
(yeah I know you aint done em)
I?m back, better than before
Matter fact I?m better than ever
They can?t box me in, that by too clever
So CNN worried bout little ol me
Fuck the bitch ass reporter whoever wrote the story (Fuck em)
You motherfuckers don?t know shit about me (naw)
What I been through or where I came from (a)
When Shit got hard I stayed I aint run
So you can blame the government they made me this way
See the pain in my eyes you don?t? see me cry
Two tears in a bucket, who got that work? (who got it?)
Real Talk: I?ll make us a way
Get rich or Ima go to jail tryin
Uncle Sam aint never gave me shit
But my partner out west, yeah he front me them bricks(ha ha)
How the hell you expect me to be drug free
When George Bush aint never done shit for me
Follow me home and tap my phone
What happened to my freedom of speech?
Love don?t love nobody, got me feelin like
I shouldn?t love myself
I practice what I preach, I preaches what I practice(yes)
A hundred thou unda my mattress (Let?s get it)
I?m only human, just a man
God gave me a gift to do the best that I can
Critics say I can?t make an album better than my first one
The way I feel that?ll probably be my worst one
The other one after that will better than my last
So real talk yall can kiss my ass
This is the beginning of the beginning
I am the future (say what)
You niggas are a thing of the past
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Permalink Reply by none on
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Jyeah)I?m(Jyeah)I?m(Jyeah) I?m (Jyeah)
I?m back Mr. Magic City
Blow on color purp I make it rain on your forehead
You woulda thought a fan the way I blow that money
You woulda thought I had a plan the way I throw that money
The Feds outside and they checking his tag
But still the boy move with a hell of a swag
It?s like the soundtrack to my life
Everyday I?m under investigation
But I will not stop so you can stop the hating
What more can I say it?s like my gift and my curse
To fell or succeed I don?t know what?s worse (shit)
I don?t know what?s worse (aaa)
Agents tryna find a glitch in my matrix
One slip and I?m back to the basics
Red or blue pill what would you do?
When the same niggas you love got hate in their blood
I know God?s watching over me so is the Feds
When love turns to hate and niggas rather you dead
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
All that I?ve done will you protect my life?
Maybe, maybe not, until then I keep an extra clip for that Glock
You wanna see my bank statement; I got no problems with that
300 thousand you know I?m smarter than that
I been dodging the alphabet boys all my life
So you gonna need more than a child support lawyer (yep, listen up)
I got some child support for you,
Get off your ass bitch and get you a job
Tell your other 3 baby daddy?s to sell dope or rob
My son got everything in this world that I never had
So one thing you can?t call me is a deadbeat dad (nope)
When you?re the one that shoulda been exposed
Unfit mother still playin withcha nose
And I don?t wanna tell my child that his moms aint shit
And this aint about him she just a money hungry bitch
I been here before, they boxed me in corna (whatcha do nigga)
And I came out fighting
They locked me in a cell and I came out writing (yeah, I say I came out wrtitin)
Lock my body you can?t trap my mind
I only talk in the bedroom, we whisper in the kitchen
Call me paranoid I think the walls is listening(shhhh)
But if them walls could talk (what?d they say)
I probably never get to see the daylight
I gave it to em raw mixtape after mixtape (yeah)
I had niggas waiting on the album
I shoulda got five mics in the Source
Instead I got five bricks and a Porsche (haha)
They sat I aint lyrical
I wasn?t tryna impress yall niggas
If hatin was a crime they?d arrest yall niggas
Kink bought the mic I just gave him my life
The streets co-signed the hood gave me my stripes
I said the streets co-signed the hood gave me my stripes
Kink bought the mic I just gave him my life
I said the streets co-signed the hood gave me my stripes
(yeah I know you aint done em)
I?m back, better than before
Matter fact I?m better than ever
They can?t box me in, that by too clever
So CNN worried bout little ol me
Fuck the bitch ass reporter whoever wrote the story (Fuck em)
You motherfuckers don?t know shit about me (naw)
What I been through or where I came from (a)
When Shit got hard I stayed I aint run
So you can blame the government they made me this way
See the pain in my eyes you don?t? see me cry
Two tears in a bucket, who got that work? (who got it?)
Real Talk: I?ll make us a way
Get rich or Ima go to jail tryin
Uncle Sam aint never gave me shit
But my partner out west, yeah he front me them bricks(ha ha)
How the hell you expect me to be drug free
When George Bush aint never done shit for me
Follow me home and tap my phone
What happened to my freedom of speech?
Love don?t love nobody, got me feelin like
I shouldn?t love myself
I practice what I preach, I preaches what I practice(yes)
A hundred thou unda my mattress (Let?s get it)
I?m only human, just a man
God gave me a gift to do the best that I can
Critics say I can?t make an album better than my first one
The way I feel that?ll probably be my worst one
The other one after that will better than my last
So real talk yall can kiss my ass
This is the beginning of the beginning
I am the future (say what)
You niggas are a thing of the past
I?m not ashamed of who I am or what I?ve become
So all that ridiculing man I?m not the one
It;?s called self respect I bow down to no man
I say all that to say You Cant Ban The Snowman
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Permalink Reply by dabestboi on -
YALL ALL SLIPPIN..... THE BEST JEEZY VERSE IS IN GET EM JEEZY..........
i need a doctor i got a sick wrist game.hit the blunt twice and i switch lanes riding on some grown men..what u wanna play let the games begin..on the count three here we go i dont talk fast yall just listen slow(jeezy said this first not wayne ppl)..they need glasses they aint seeing me stevie wonder ass niggas aint seeing me..4x white T and my white beader got my dessert eagle call her sin-ya-rita.. got a way wit words paint a picture man i dont smoke phillies ima swisha man..................
catch my in walter spending grands man. when i leave they gotta help me tote my bags man..jeezy poppin tags you better make way.. drought a vouch for me ask kunte....and i dont thank they heard me aint a nigga in the league got more jerseys.. it dont matter the price i can wear one everyday for the rest of my life..i aint gone lie i gotta alot of paper so when im out shining i see a lot a haterz...im rich bitch i cant help to bragg....what u talkin more G's that a gucci bag....
ur albums garbage i bought your shit man ....listened to it now its in the trash can......u think jeezy a liar spit that straight drop shit and set the city on fire..call the fireman...all u fake rap niggas better retire man..real regconize real nigga...like wise.... sell alot chickens call me popeyes..u trying to hard i make it look easy all that cheap ass jewelry got cha looking cheesy...dont make me laugh..this shit around me neck cost a brick and a half........
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Permalink Reply by MS.REAL NIGGAS PAY ATTENTION on
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OKAY
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Permalink Reply by Marcus on -
im a bathing ape fanatic red monkey junky got the pots stove got kitchen smellin funky
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Permalink Reply by Ace the Snowman on -
U aint never had them grams in yo fruit of looms
niggaz playin cops and robbers like in da cartoons
ya uncle grady never stole all yo rocks
ya never hid 8 balls in yo socks
and u aint lose mailman and goldmouth
u aint never had da drug task in yo house
road hot had to fall back lose 10 bricks had to crawl back
wood get into it but dats another episode
stop my drought lose a quarter million on da road
the only rapper in da hood where da thugz be
Verse 4m U AINT PERFECT NIGGA
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