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Young Jeezy

Genres: Hip-Hop

Dead Or Alive Lyrics - Young Jeezy

They want it, I got it, damn right I'ma flaunt it 

Do anything you want, just don't get up on it 

Them O.G.'s raised, you know them streets made me 

Equipped with the gator, drive these young bitches crazy 

Baby that's crazy, more like a straight jacket 

We stack it all up, and then we Greenbay pack it 

Never in ya life seen this many rubber bands 

Never in ya life seen this many hundred grands 

Now dippin' in the paint, you ain't seen this money man 

The soul I would assume, but you was in the room 

Money so dirty gotta sweep it with a broom 

Plus you got 'em Jigga trickin' early afternoon 

 

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Go hard on my liver, feel sorry for my bladder 

I stop when I die, bitch it don't even matter 

Dead or alive, I'm in ya top five 

Even ask ya hoe, bet I'm in ya bitch ride 

Everybody be cool, I ain't tryna make a scene 

First new Camaro that the city's ever seen 

And that bitch clean, and that bitch runnin' 

I ain't got a bitch so I treat her like my woman 

I tell her slow down, now baby speed up 

Gon' show ya ass, let them haters see us 

 

Red, white and blue stones, yeah the chain's like hey 

South by say, I gave my jeweler one-eighty 

My folks get it in like the Coast Guard lay 

That's why my crib lookin' like a postcard baby 

Tell 'em what you think of me, so far lady 

Clip so long it need a chauffeur baby 

 

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Go hard on my liver, feel sorry for my bladder 

I stop when I die, bitch it don't even matter 

Dead or alive, I'm in ya top five 

Even ask ya hoe, bet I'm in ya bitch ride 

Everybody be cool, I ain't tryna make a scene 

First new Camaro that the city's ever seen 

And that bitch clean, and that bitch runnin' 

I ain't got a bitch so I treat her like my woman 

I tell her slow down, now baby speed up 

Gon' show ya ass, let them haters see us 

Red, white and blue stones, yeah the chain's like hey 

South by say, I gave my jeweler one-eighty 

My folks get it in like the Coast Guard lay 

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