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| Letras de Canciones Young Jeezy Streets On Lock |
Ay….Ay….Ay….Chea….Ay ….Ay….
Let’s get it
[Verse 1]
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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 mother****er 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 mother****in 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]
[Hook]
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 **** 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]
[Hook]
[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]
[Hook]
Ay…. Ay…. Ay…. Chea….Ay
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