4 Zones Lyrics - Young Jeezy

Keep it a thousand man 

I'll show you what to do with them thousand grams 

Sent from the kitchen as loud as a thousand pans 

Soda sit the jacket, she smoke the shit out of cans 

Sayin' [?], you need a plan 

Gave my lil' nigga some money, "Go buy some pots" 

"Take my rental and don't fuck around, the stove is hot" 

Nigga why should I be playin' with your hair, the stove or not 

Fuck you mean I ain't answerin' my phone? Your numbers blocked 

If the folks hit the door right now, my heart would stop 

We in this bitch playin' possum right now, me and the blocks 

Got a nigga rollin' a spliff right now, he round the block 

'Bout to play Bruce Lee on these bitches, karate chop 

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I hope my hustle don't offend nobody 

I can give a fuck what you think about me 

You know I like to turn up at the spot 

Act a fool with the money 

G told me keep it low-key 

Now I got the whole house smellin' like smoke 

And errythin', coulda smoke a thousand Newports 

Really no difference between money and the time 

Thin line do it all cause I can't be broke 

And nigga there was over right now, you gotta get out her and get it 

You a real one you gotta stay strong 

Gave my house, my cars, my chain, my fame 

Nigga give me my scale and my phone 

All I need it 4 zones 

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Them gossipin' and hatin', just a few determination 

I go crazy with that money, I'm a fuckin' mental patient 

See I started as a youngin', hustlin' for a club fit 

Spend your last fifteen hun', you know that club shit 

You fall off, you get back, can't give up, that shit whack 

I hear links on my cell, I have blow in my nails 

I hear hoes in my jeans, I weigh bees on them beans 

They had stamps on them things, I rode bread we got [?] 

Got them birdies in the attic, countin' currency in the basement 

Aunty said there's somethin' on her silverware cause she can taste it 

And I ain't goin' nowhere, you haters gotta face it 

And if I lose it Lord I'm on nigga, I just need to basics 

[?] ass hustler, yeah I'm tryna post up 

Till I can come through in the land, with the dozer 

Hit it with that H2O, then it froze up 

Back when they was goin' for the two fo', had it sowed up 

They pulled me with this nina in this strap it be a felony 

If I get through with this nina on my lap, I'm livin' heavenly 

Speed ballin' like this shit a sprint, but this a marathon 

Phone ringin' all day and night, like a telecom 

If you a real hustler you gon' get that, he ain't get it 

If you a real hustler you know how to stay committed 

Between me and you got tired of sleepin' with them roaches 

And I been havin' flashback, that's why a nigga focus