[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
I said, I'm +Corporate Thuggin+
C-T-E!!

Until the day I die, dat's the way it's gon' be
Thug Motivation, I'm bumpin' in my 3
Blowin' on some killa %#@! dat I got from Zone 3

Blowin' Orange Mile, yeah we call it Tennessee
I'm good in err' hood, err' body know me
So don't wake me up, I swear to God I'm dreamin'

Pray fo' Uncle Ray, yeah dat ^!$$% still beamin'
Lookin' fly in the @@#! pit, a ^!$$% still leanin'
Money out here, so a ^!$$% still schemin'

And I don't make music, but the mutha$#&@in' critics
They don't understand 'cause they ain't mutha$#&@in' livin' it
And I ain't trippin' on +The Source+, I got a mutha$#&@in' +plug+

Keepin' 5 mics, I'm still a motha$#&@in' thug
Now, the question is - CAN A !#$% REALLY RAP?
And they ask you - IS YOU EVA BEEN TO THE TRAP?

(*##$ I make hits, you ^!$$%s waste time
And I be !@%& if I let chu waste mine
Like change fo' the betta, but I'm still strapped

Trigga-happy ^!$$%, don't make me relapse
Attitude like "$#&@ It!" - they hatin' anyway
And I can give a $#&@ what a ^!$$% gotta say

YOU STILL TALKIN' BLOW? - YOU GOD DAMN RIGH!
What else I'm gon' say dat's my mu'$#&@in' life
I just left Jamaica I'm talkin' Nachos Rios

Sippin' margaritas on the beach in my Adidas
Brought a few pills but dats only fo' the skeezas
Used my black car but dat's only fo' the reefa

Wussuh! (Let's go)

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Not a day go by, dat I ain't high
Hit the mall err'day, ^!$$% I stay fly
26 inches, yeah I'm sittin' up high

And I'ma keep it hood, hommie dat's no lie

Not a day go by, dat I ain't high

Hit the mall err'day, ^!$$% I stay fly
Get it how we live, yeah we try to get by
We throw it all in the air, baby dat's no lie

Wussuh!

[Verse 2: Blood Raw]

Blood Raw! Everybody love me (Yay-Uh!!)
Blowin' on Jamaica, the boy +Corporate Thuggin+
Glasses in the air, everybody toastin'

Gettin' $#&@ed up ^!$$%, everybody totin' (Oooh)
Posted wit a broad, yeah she blacka then an African (Yeah)
Hair down her back, like she mixed wit Italian (Haha..)

Mamii so thick, man she look like a stallion
Introduced her to my patna - yeah it's on, so what's happenin'


[Verse 3: Slick Pulla]
Wha's hann'in!
Dead presidents (Ch'yah!), brief-case full of 'em

Couldn't take a chance, we do it fo' the love of 'em (C'monn!)
Livin' life fast (Yah!), we do it fo' the rush of it
Rubberband stacks, we do it fo' the touch of it (Okayye!)

This %#@! don't stop (Stop!)
Corporate Thuggin' ^!$$% 'till my casket drop (Yah!)
Yams in the booth did the same on the block

Don't blame me, I'm just trynna get a knot (Nah!)
U-S-D-AYE!


[Chorus]