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Young Jeezy - Текст песни Trap Or Die
"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 diarhea flow, man 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
 Stay blowin purple shit that keep me high like the moon
 Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know hitmen
 Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know hitmen
 Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know hitmen
 I'm a hater like you, fuck my wrist then
 Nigga sneak this, and that ain't how we play no
 Fuck with mine, 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 on these beats
 Got diarhea 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
 Stay blowin purple shit that keep me high like the moon
 Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know hitmen
 I'm a hater like you, fuck my wrist then
 Nigga sneak this, and that ain't how we play no
 Fuck with mine, 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 platter
 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 you got Young Jeezy (damnnn)
 You still wanna talk flow man?
 Soft white like alaska call me snowman
 [Chorus: Young Jeezy]
 Smoke perp by the pound, ounce 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)
 Young Jeezy - Trap Or Die - http://ru.motolyrics.com/young-jeezy/trap-or-die-lyrics.html
 [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, imma 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 clientel 
 You the hoax and niggaz know it, that shit ain't hard to tell
 Rat bitch, recognize that your cheese ain't fixin to sell
 I'm fina break some bread with the feds, you dumb as hell
 I been around the block before, sold it all from 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 perp by the pound, ounce by the fifth
 Free 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 Trap-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 perp by the pound, ounce 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











