Young Jeezy

Young Jeezy - Trap Niggaz (and Boyz N Da Hood) lyrics

[Chorus: Young Jeezy] + (Jody Breeze)

Well they done put you on a track with a well known trap and

(Hell, I'm well known myself so I might as well trap withcha)

Shit can get crazy dawg, I hope you brought your strap withcha

(I'm a cap peelin crack dealer, this ain't just no rap nigga)

Well they done put you on a track with a well known trap and

(Hell, I'm well known myself so I might as well trap withcha)

Shit can get crazy dawg, I hope you brought your strap withcha

(I'm a cap peelin crack dealer, this ain't just no rap nigga)

[Jody Breeze] + (Young Jeezy)

Well first of all, I'm that nigga that's moving that work for y'all

I'm the one you call who got it all, X, dro, par, salt

I gotta get it now nigga and don't count on cost

Cause the way I'm feelin nigga, I wanna take it all

(Fa Real Shawty) What Up Nigga? (Pump your breaks, slow your roll dude)

What? (If you want the real money, you gotta lose the attitude

Nigga, what type of shit is you on

Don't be talkin all god damn reckless on my phone)

Well I'm just saying though, I'm just telling you what I stand for

We both grown men so just gimme what I ask for

I never asked your ass for a half of

Nothing, cause I already have what they ask for

(Your mouth too fly dawg, Plus your numbers too high dawg

So why even try dawg, I'm getting money, you just getting by dawg)

Whatchu mean nigga? I fuck hoes too

My niggaz bringing them bummas in truck loads too

Yea, I ain't but 19 nigga but I'm no joke

Ain't nann no nigga try to fuck me cause I know coke

(Believe that bullshit if you wanna

Word boy, I shot at em and they hotter than a sauna

And watch your tone, we gonna be heard

And one more thing, don't ever use that c-word)

Ay, come on man, I'm from the West Side

I think you already know that we on it man

We getting dough boy, we moving blow boy

And we's hotter than the stove in 94 boy

(Ay, that might be true

But I ain't worried bout them, I'm trying to help you

It ain't about whose damn bread is longest

It's about who can stay out on these streets the longest

Ay, cause one slip and you outta here

Won't be back til them damn Duck Dodgers years)

I tell you what? Gimme what you think I outta have

Watch how I have them fiends asking for your autograph

[Chorus]

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