Bun B Trap or Die Lyrics

[Slick Pulla]
Jeezy i know you aint lettin this s___ go down like
this n____ i'm hearin these n____s in the club soundin like you
n____ bitin you m____fuckin adlib
bitin you m____fuckin style n____
what the f___ goin on n____
you better check theses m____fuckin n____s man
real f___ with real n____
and these n____s aint real out here on these m____fucken streets
n____ specially these punk a__ industry n____s
we been doin this s___ since 95'

[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,I s___ on n____z
Even when I'm constipated
I still s___ on n____z (let's get it)
Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom
They blowin purple s___ that keep me high like the moon
Yeaaaa, 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 100 n____z with me and everybody gon shoot (yeaaaa)
Try me n____, that's your first mistake
Eat your lil a__ up like a chanterelle plate
The whole pie like Dominoes, yes indeed
tryna stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese
You can try dog, but it ain't easy
Mix the flake with the soul and carry Young Jeezy
You still wanna talk flow man?
Soft white Alaska call me Snowman

[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Smoke perp by the pound, goose by the fifth
Free up on the first then again on the fifth (yeaaaa)
We trap or die n____, we trap or die n____
all these hoes love a n____ cause they know that we the truth
Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeaaaa)
We trap or die n____, we trap or die n____

[Young Jeezy]
Post on the block, rain, slicks, no sunny
slow motion, don't nothin move but that money
Trap all day, with no lunch breaks
it's to the time when gangstas cook pancakes
rubberbands when we wrap them stacks
time to ship it out of town,
you know sarans the rap
think ahead in case them k-9's get loose
intertubes like the tires on my mongoose

[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 n____z 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 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 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 f___ 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