YOUNG JEEZY - Trap Or Die lyrics

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    YOUNG JEEZY LYRICS
    
    "Trap Or Die"
    (feat. Bun B)
    
    [Young Jeezy]
    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
    
    [Young Jeezy]
    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?
    Soft White like Alaska, call me Snowman
    
    [Chorus: Young Jeezy]
    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)
    
    [Bun B]
    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
    
    [Chorus: Young Jeezy]
    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
    
    [Slick Pulla]
    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
    
    [Chorus: Young Jeezy]
    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
    
    [Thanks to xxxtommychongxxx@yahoo.com, lilant135@aol.com, fainbr@vmi.edu, lilsouthernprincess88@hotmail.com for correcting these lyrics]

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