Streets On Lock Lyrics - Young Jeezy

Ay....Ay....Ay....Chea....Ay ....Ay.... 

Let's get it 

(Verse 1) 

These niggas just hating they ain't talking bout shit 

I'm a grown ass man I flip my own brick 

I don't need yo help I can own my own dick 

Ain't no muthafucker help me write my rhymes 

Ain't no nigga pay for my studio time 

See me at the top and want to claim my fame 

Nigga took my chain yea motherfuckin right 

You better off saying a nigga took my life 

Want to assassinate my character but I ain't acting 

It ain't adding up so you niggas subtracting 

B.I.G. said it first more money more problems 

The why I see it more problems more money (whatsup) 

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I got the streets on lock 

Atlanta on my back 

I do it for the hood 

You got a problem with that 

Real nigga so this rap shit easy (when I speak) 

Theses niggas believe me 

cause bitch I'm Jeezy 

(x2) 

(Verse 2) 

Eyes wide shut I don't see these niggas 

Cause deep in your heart you want to be me nigga 

Want to stand in my shoes 

Want to fuck my hoes 

Want to live my life 

Want to rock my shows (noooo) 

Ya young punks with ya loose ass lips 

I keep a AR with them loose ass clips 

What type of real nigga name himself after a bag 

Nigga you's a hoe, a Loui Vuitton fag 

My name ain't dick so keep it out ya mouth 

It is what it is look I am Da South (that's right) 

Big Mac you niggas small fries 

You just another nigga I'm more like the franchise (whatsup) 

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I got the streets on lock 

Atlanta on my back 

I do it for the hood 

You got a problem with that 

Real nigga so this rap shit easy (when I speak) 

Theses niggas believe me 

cause bitch I'm Jeezy 

(Verse 3) 

I was born in the Field raised in Atlanta 

Pop busted a nut here so I was made in Atlanta (ha ha) 

Mat Lew died so I stayed in Atlanta 

Had a plug on the squares got paid in Atlanta 

22's on the 2-door it sits so right 

Ice tray on my wrist yea it shines so bright 

Make moves in the day and I ball by night 

9/11 Porsche I was on that flight 

5'9, 6'1 I call'em the twin towers 

Had them on the triple stack 

Hit'em both in the shower 

Pedal to the medal bout a buck 85 

Mr. 17-5 slow head well I drive (whatsup) 

I got the streets on lock 

Atlanta on my back 

I do it for the hood 

You got a problem with that 

Real nigga so this rap shit easy (when I speak) 

Theses niggas believe me 

cause bitch I'm Jeezy 

Ay.... Ay.... Ay.... Chea....Ay