Trap or Die (Mixtape Version)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jeezy] Last time I checked I was the man on these streets They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats Got diarrhea flow, now I shit on niggas (geah) Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggas (let's get it) Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom Stay blowin purple shit that keep me high like the moon (yeahh) I'm an affiliate, I know hitmen I'm a hater like you, fuck my wrist then Niggas sneak dissin', that ain't how we play Fuck with mine, 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 niggas with me and errybody gon shoot (yeahh) Try me nigga, that's your first mistake (ha-ha) Eat your lil' ass 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 soda, you got Young Jeezy (damnn) You still wanna talk blow man? Soft white like Alaska, call me snowman (heyy) [Chorus: 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 nigga (geah, oh!), we trap or die nigga And these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeahhh) We trap or die nigga (geah, oh!), we trap or die nigga [Verse 2: 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 niggas get back in place where you should've been In case you don't understand, I'mma make it understood again King of the underground, my gangsta will never fail You 'bout to make me go postal for fuckin with my mail You got the connect, but you ain't got the clientele You the hoax and niggas know it, that shit ain't hard to tell Rat bitch, recognize that your cheese ain't finna sell 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 fuck 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 [Chorus: 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 nigga (geah, oh!), we trap or die nigga And these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeahhh) We trap or die nigga (geah, oh!), we trap or die nigga [Verse 3: Slick Pulla] We think like mathematicians, move like mobsters It's 'bout to be a grizzley winter, nigga, a straight monster I'm posted up with my big shlaps Big stacks, big straps, you don't wanna feel that Street addicts, get a buzz from the hustling Fuck the government, we got our own, the trap bubbling Chilling pimp niggas, don't know the first thing about the block I'm 279 grams of straight drop out the pot Real street niggas, all the ghetto hoes on our jock When I hit the strip, all my troops listen when I talk This what I tell them, take these yams, lil man Break it down, get back, see a couple grams And don't talk to square niggas, you know, SpongeBobs Kanye West niggas, talking through the wire, dawg Watch for goonies when you ot it, niggas wanna rob Employ staff, and quarterback them like Brett Favre [Chorus: 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 nigga (geah, oh!), we trap or die nigga And these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeahhh) We trap or die nigga (geah, oh!), we trap or die nigga