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letra de streets on lock - young jeezy


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let’s get it

[verse 1]
these n-gg-s just hating they ain’t talking bout sh-t
i’m a grown -ss man i flip my own brick
i don’t need yo help i can own my own d-ck
ain’t no motherf-cker help me write my rhymes
ain’t no n-gg- pay for my studio time
see me at the top and want to claim my fame
n-gg- took my chain yea motherf-ckin right
you better off saying a n-gg- took my life
want to -ss-ssinate my character but i ain’t acting
it ain’t adding up so you n-gg-s subtracting
big said it first more money more problems
the why i see it more problems more money (whatsup)

i got the streets on lock
atlanta on my back
i do it for the hood
you got a problem with that
real n-gg- so this rap sh-t easy (when i speak)
theses n-gg-s believe me
cause b-tch i’m jeezy

[verse 2]
eyes wide shut i don’t see these n-gg-s
cause deep in your heart you want to be me n-gg-
want to stand in my shoes
want to f-ck my hoes
want to live my life
want to rock my shows (noooo)
ya young punks with ya loose -ss lips
i keep a ar with them loose -ss clips
what type of real n-gg- name himself after a bag
n-gg- you’s a hoe, a loui vuitton f-g
my name ain’t d-ck so keep it out ya mouth
it is what it is look i am da south (that’s right)
big mac you n-gg-s small fries
you just another n-gg- i’m more like the franchise (whatsup)


[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)


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