Trap Or Die Lyrics - Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 - Young Jeezy

[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 

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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 

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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