Lyrics Language: Scots Song writer/composer(s): Andre Christopher Lyon, Marcello Anton Valenzano, Jay W Jenkins, Daryl F Hall, John William Oates
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Young JeezyStreets On Lock Lyrics:
Let’s get it
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 motherfucker 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 yeah, motherfuckin' 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, what's up
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
These niggas believe me 'cause bitch I’m Jeezy
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
These niggas believe me 'cause bitch I’m Jeezy
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 fuck my hoes
Want to live my life, want to rock my shows, no
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
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
These niggas believe me 'cause bitch I’m Jeezy
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
These niggas believe me 'cause bitch I’m Jeezy
I was born in the Field raised in Atlanta
Pop busted a nut here so I was made in Atlanta
Mat Lew died so I stayed in Atlanta
Had a plug on the squares got paid in Atlanta
Twenty-two’s on the 2-door it sits so right
Ice tray on my wrist yeah, it shines so bright
Make moves in the day and I ball by night
9/11 Porsche I was on that flight
Five nine, six one 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, what's up
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
These niggas believe me 'cause bitch I’m Jeezy
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
These niggas believe me 'cause bitch I’m Jeezy
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