SPIT YOUR FAVORITE YOUNG JEEZY VERSE!!!

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Permalink Reply by Marcus on July 22, 2008 at 11:29am

Last time I checked I was the man on these streets
They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats
Got diareah flow, now I shit on niggaz
Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggaz (let's get it on)
Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom
They blowin purple shit that keep me high like the moon
Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know hitman
Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know hitman
Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know hitman
I'm a hater like you, fuck my wristband
Nigga sneak this, and that ain't how we play
Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ (that's right, dramatic nigga)
Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill (that's right)
Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill
Last time I checked I was the man on these streets
They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats
Got diareah flow, now I shit on niggaz
Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggaz (let's get it on)
Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom
They blowin purple shit that keep me high like the moon
Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know hitman
I'm a hater like you, fuck my wristband
Nigga sneak this, and that ain't how we play
Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ (that's right)
Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill
Went from old school chevys
To beamer coupes
Got a 100 niggaz with me and everybody gon shoot (yeaaaa)
Try me nigga, that's your first mistake
Eat your lil ass up like a chanterelle plate
The whole pie like Dominoes, yes indeed
I'm tryna stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese
You can try dog, but it ain't easy
Mix the flake with the soda, got Young Jeezy (damnnn)
You still wanna talk Blow man?

Smoke purp by the pound, Goose by the fifth
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga
Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth
Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga)


Yea, back up in the hood again, where it's all good again
Ridin candy slab, grippin on the wood again
Outta line niggaz get back in place where you shoulda been
In case you don't understand, we'll make it understood again
King of the underground, my gangsta will never fail
You bout to make me go postal for fuckin with my mail
You got the connect, but you ain't got the clientele
You the hoax and niggaz know it, that shit ain't hard to tell
Rat bitch, recognize that your cheese ain't been to sales
I'm fina break some bread with the feds, you dumb as hell
I been around the block before, sold it all for rock to blow
And I don't fuck around, when the feds in town I got to go
Respect my mind cause I'm a trill old schooler
Summertime get too hot I wait for winter when its cooler
UGK for life, free the pimp, you know the deal
In PAT it's Trap Or Die and we ain't down for gettin killed


Smoke purp by the pound, Goose by the fifth
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga
Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth
Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga

We think like mathematicians, move like mobsters
It's bout to be a grizzly winter nigga straight monster (real nigga)
I'm posted up with my big schlapps, big snakes, big straps
You don't wanna feel that
Street addicts get a buzz from the hustlin
Fuck the government, we got our own, the Track-Publicans
Chillin pimp niggaz don't know the first thing about the block
I'm 279 grams of straight drop out the pot
Real street niggaz, all the ghetto hoes on our jock
When I hit the strip, all my troops listen while I talk
This what I tell em, "Take these yams lil man
break it down, get back, see a couple grams"
And don't talk to square niggaz, you know, spongebobs
Kanye West niggaz, talking through the wire dawg
Watch for goonies when you got it, niggaz wanna rob
And pull a staff and quarterback 'em like Brett Favre


Smoke purp by the pound, Goose by the fifth
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga
Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth
Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga


JEEZY THA SNOWMAN - TRAP OR DIE

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Permalink Reply by JBL on July 22, 2008 at 1:02pm

WHITE SHIT N MY ATTIC, AN AINT TALKIN SHEET ROCK, DEY KILLED DA NIGGA ROUND DA CORNER, NOW DA BLOCKS HOT, BLOCKBUSTER NITE, GLOCKS POPPING LIKE POPCORN, FOLKS COMIN THRU SHAKIN NIGGAZ LIKE POPCORN, NIGGA SOFT LIKE HOT BUTTER AN DEY MITE TALK, CONSESSION-STAND ASS NIGGAZ LOVE 2 DROP SALT, IM STREET POET,GOTTA PAINT A PICTURE, 1ST OF DA MONTH, TIME 2 GET DA SCRILLA, COUPLE O'S OVA HERE, COUPLE O'S OVA THURR, GOT A WHOLE1 STASH N MY LIVING ROOM CHAIR, DUDE NEVA SMILE, AINT SHIT FUNNY, JEEZY McGUIRE, NOW SHOW ME DA MONEY$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$

BETTA STEP YALL JEEZY GAME UP!!!!!!!!!1

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Permalink Reply by blackjesus232 on August 23, 2008 at 11:35pm

THE COUPE IS BLACK THE INSIDES MUSTARD THEY CANT KETCHUP CUASE THESE NIGGAS IS MUSTARD!


I CAN DO THIS SHIT ALL DAY!

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Permalink Reply by dominic2107 on July 22, 2008 at 1:13pm

carbon 15 and a mack 11 with a187 nigga outta 211,you betta get down n stay down where im from young niggaz dont play round,lets say a nigga run for instins gotta scop on the k nigga just fo long distance,you wanna play its gonna cost you nigga put a hole in yo head like a dolphine nigga

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Permalink Reply by Spitta on July 22, 2008 at 3:08pm

ima take it back to when his name was lil j wit da album thuggin under the influence "Put Da Whip On It Pt. 2"

Its on u dawg dnt make me use my chrome
now wat da fuck took u so long to get home
(u ain't gon kill me is u dawg) yea muthafuckin rite
U had me sittin in dem bushes all muthafuckin nite
so listen here nigga if u ain't tryna die
now wud be a gud time not to lie
u sayin it ain't no dope in here i ain't buyin it
tell dat bitch to shut up and be quiet

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Permalink Reply by Darius on July 22, 2008 at 4:25pm

It's ya boy Snowman CTE representa,
these niggas know I'm hungry, eat they ass up for dinner,
we made it out the hood, hell naw they don't like us,
check my track record, I did my thang with the white stuff,
catch me up in Jacobs spending stacks of that shit,
in Magic City Monday throwin stacks of that shit,
You ain't never sold shit, don't make me pull your kids off,
Sixth grade nigga I did my thang with the Hizzon
the pyrex pot is all glass,
cook up what I need put the rest in the stash,
I need the rest of my cake,
and get it by the hour on the rest of the flake,

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Permalink Reply by Cruz Control on July 22, 2008 at 7:00pm

I'm BACK
Mr. Magic city
blowin color purp
I make it ran on ur 4head
Thought I had a fan
the way I blow that money
U woulda thought I had it planned
the way I throw that money
FEDS outside and they checkin his tag
but still tha boy move
with a hellva swag
It's like the soundtrack 2 my life
what the fuck
everyday IM under invastgaion
but I will not stop
so U can stop the hate'in
what more can I say
its like My Gift & my Curse
Fell Or Surcied
I dont know whats worse
(NO I DONT KNOW WHATS WORSE)

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Permalink Reply by Nelly'sBoo on July 22, 2008 at 9:25pm

Me I'm in my spaceship, thats right I work for Nasa................Passenger's a redbone, Her Weave look like some curly fries..............Pocket full of celery, Imagine what she tellin me........................ Blowin on asparagus, The realest shit I ever smoked Ridin to that Trap or Die, The realest shit I ever wrote

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Permalink Reply by markus brazile on July 22, 2008 at 10:20pm

mi passenger a redbone, ha weave luk lyke sum curly fries....................

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Permalink Reply by FatKat84 on July 22, 2008 at 11:03pm

Im strapped up, Im iced out
a nigga play, its lights out
cost a cool quarter million, thats how you'll find me
swirvin through traffic with them goons behind me
ya betta call ya crew, you gon need help
hole car strapped and i aint talkin seat belts
red cross nigga, yeh we draw blood
hole team got choppers like a bike club
i dont get mad, i just get money
and laugh at these fuck niggas cuz they so funny
all a gangsta do is stay fresh
45 with the gucci teflon vest

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Permalink Reply by Tubz on July 22, 2008 at 11:42pm

real reconize real i suppose thats why all these ganagsta be at all my shows...............
I'LL i hop a nigga serve him with the toast
throw the mask on jim carey a nigga haha

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Permalink Reply by frostberryfresh on July 23, 2008 at 2:35am

the realist nigga alive you can se it in m eyes/ i aint playing wit em homey yeah im straaped when i ride / young real nigga yeah he keep it way hood / da gov bitch i make ga look good/ da flows a hunned proof nigga tell u different hje a lier drop one album set da world on fire i will not stop and i wont retire u nigga smoke good but i stay higher/ u aint fuckin wit dis take it back to da white lex bubble/ couldve told dem back den dat dem boys was in trouble/ trendsetta like da boy don cannon i started makin dollas and it started makin sense/ used to share my room wit da roaches and rats/ my lil cuz paul and my unc bo slick/ used to get em by the hunneds nigga u can ask slick/ bett jjeezy pack the dough homey jus like vick/ u know what it is

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