Young Jeezy Trap or Die Lyrics

(feat. Bun B)

Jeezy, I know you ain't gon' let this s___ go down like this n____
I'm hearin these n____z in the club, n____z soundin like you n____
Bitin your m_________in ad-libs, bitin your m_________in style n____
What the f___ goin on n____?
You better check these m_________in n____z mayne, real f___ wit real n____
and these n____z ain't real out here on these m_________in streets n____
Especially these f___ a__ industry n____z mayne
n____ we been doin this s___ since ninety-five

[Young Jeezy]
Last time I checked I was the man on these streets
They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats
Got diarrhea, now I s___ on n____z (geah)
Even when I'm constipated I still s___ on n____z (let's get it)
Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom
Stay blowin purple s___ that keep me high like the moon
(yeahh) I'm an affiliate, I'm no hitman
I'm a hater like you, f___ my wristband
n____ sneak this and, that ain't how we play
f___ 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 hundred n____z with me and errybody gon shoot (yeahh)
Try me n____, that's your first mistake (ha-ha)
Eat your lil' a__ up like a chanterelle plate
The whole pie like Domino's, yes indeed
I'm tryna stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese (hey)
You can try dawg, but it ain't easy (nope)
Mix the flake with the soul, you got Young Jeezy (d___n)
You still wanna talk blow man?
Soft white like Alaska snowman

[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Smoke purp' by the pound, O's by the fifth
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yeahhh)
We trap or die n____ (geah, oh!), we trap or die n____
And these hoes love a n____ cause they know that we the truth
Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeahhh)
We trap or die n____ (geah, oh!), we trap or die n____

[Young Jeezy]
Post on the block, rain, sleet, snow, sunny (sunny)
Slow motion, don't nothin move but the money (geah)
Trap all day (day), with no lunch breaks (nope)
It's dinner time but a gangsta cookin pancakes (ha-ha!)
Rubberbands when we wrap them stacks (stacks)
Time to ship it outta town, you know Saran's the wrap (yeahhh)
Think ahead incase the K-9's get loose (geah)
In the tubes like the ties on my Mongoose (heyy)

[Chorus]

[Bun B]
Yeah, back up in the hood again, where it's all good again
Ridin candy slab, grippin on the wood again
Outta line n____z get back in place where you should've been
In case you don't understand, I'ma make it understood again
King of the underground, my gangsta will never fail
You 'bout to make me go postal for f___in with my mail
You got the connect, but you ain't got the clientele
You the hoax and n____z know it, that s___ ain't hard to tell
Rat b____, recognize that your cheese ain't been to sales
I'm finna break some bread with the feds? You dumb as hell
I been around the block before, sold it all from rock to blow
And I don't f___ around, when the feds in town I got to go
Respect my mind cause I'm a trill old schooler
Summer time get too hot, I wait for winter when its cooler
U.G.K. for life, free the Pimp, you know the deal
In P.A.T. it's Trap or Die and we ain't down for gettin killed