Young Jeezy I'm The Realest Lyrics

[Young Jeezy: Talking]

Ride on these n____z
I ride on these n____z
I ride on these n____z (hahaaa)
I ride on these n____z

Let's get it!

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]

Super charger, the same color as PJ
(yeaaaaah) I got a champagne range
Big n____z offed, I got a night-scope aim (Bah)
Audio, video, you caught on tape
That's a way to get ya a__ sent Upstate (dayyyum)
In '9-AY! I took them trips down to Lauderdale
Back and forth, like Aliyah
Chances of gettin' rich is like one-in-a-million
(hahaaaaa) Or more like two-in-a-billion
Flashin' lights, my mind's playin' tricks on me
But the Minuteman still do tricks on me
Swear the feds just starin' at a n____
You know, you feelin' ya heart fall into ya feet
Summertime n____z still ridin' with the heat
Jeezy De Niro, Snowman Pacino
Real n____z love me because I talk that lingo

[Hook: Young Jeezy]

And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss...
They lies, they phonies, they fakes,
These n____z ain't never sold the weight
And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss...
They lies, they phonies, they fakes,
These n____z ain't never sold the weight
And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss...
They lies, they phonies, they fakes,
These n____z ain't never touched the weight
And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss...
They lies, they phonies, they fakes,
These n____z ain't never touched the weight
And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss...

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]

Nowadayz the GT's glock black (cheaaa!)
The shoes on that muhfucka 3-80 chrome
Gotta be careful what you say on the phone
I'm 36 souls away
From givin' the mic up and goin' back to the streetz (naww)
What's the difference, I still eat the same
A n____ paranoid, I still sleep the same
You n____z rappin' 'bout blow, like it's a fad
n____ this is my life, I ain't tryna set trends
'Cause everybody knows how that brick-road ends
Heartless, maybe I need to see the Wizard
Until then, Imma make it snow blizzards

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]

I stay on the block, and risk my life
Day in and day out until a n____ sold out
You n____z playin', I show you what that street s___ 'bout
Hit you right up with them thangs, and come back with the chains
Might cook it in the stove, might cook it in the microwave
Either way it's gonna sell, still weigh it on the scale
You rappin'-a__ n____z ain't never sold no yams
I'm talkin' sucka-free Sundays and iced-out Mondays
Pin-up Tuesdays and body-tap Wednesdays
You was in the studio, I was on the block
In the kitchen at the spot goin' hard with the blocks
25 for the four ways, choppaz by the door-ways