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YOUNG JEEZY : 4 Zones lyrics

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YOUNG JEEZY lyrics : "4 Zones"

[Verse 1]
Keep it a thoushand man
I'll show you what to do with them thousand grams

Sent from the kitchen as loud as a thousand pans
Soda sit the jacket, she smoke the %#@! out of cans
Sayin' young, you need a plan

Gave my lil' ^!$$% some money, "Go buy some pots"
"Take my rent and don't $#&@ around, the stove is hot"
^!$$% why should I be playin' with your hair, the stove or not

$#&@ you mean I ain't answerin' my phone? Your numbers blocked
If the folks hit the door right now, my heart would stop
We in this (*##$ playin' possum right now, me and the blocks

Got a ^!$$% rollin' a spliff right now, he round the block
'Bout to play Bruce Lee on these (*##$es, karate chop

I hope my hustle don't offend nobody
I can give a $#&@ what you think about me

You know I like to turn up at the spot
Act a fool with the money
G told me keep it low-key

Now I got the whole house smellin' like smoke
And errythin', coulda smoke a thousand new [?]
Really no difference between money and the time

Thin line do it all cause I can't be broke
And ^!$$% there was over right now, you gotta get [?]
^!$$% you a real one you gotta stay strong

Gave my house, my cars, my chain, my fame
^!$$% give me my skel and my phone
All I need it 4 zones

[Verse 2]
Them gossip and they hatin', just a few determination

I go crazy with that money, I'm a $#&@in' mental patient
See I started as a youngin', hustlin' for a club fit
Spend your last fifteen hun', you know that club %#@!

You fall off, you get back, can't give up, that %#@! whack
I hear licks on my cell, I have blow in my nails
I hear hoes in my jeans, I weigh bees on them beans

They had stamps on them things, I rode bread we got [?]
Got them birdies in the attic, countin' currency in the [email protected]&(t
Aunty said there's somethin' on her silverwear cause she can taste it

And I ain't goin' nowhere, you haters gotta face it
And if I lose it Lord I'm on ^!$$%, I just need to basics


[Verse 3]
[?] $$# hustler, yeah I'm tryna post up
Till I can come through in the land, with the dozer

Hit it with that H2O, then it froze up
Back when they was goin' for the two fo', had it sowed up
They pulled me with this nina in this strap it be a felony

Hit me with this nina on my lap, I'm livin' heavenly
Speed ballin' like this %#@! a sprint, but this a marathon
Phone ringin' all day and night, like a telecom

If you a real hustler you gon' get that, he ain't get it
If you a real hustler you know how to stay committed
Between me and you got tired of sleepin' with them roaches

And I been havin' flashback, that's why a ^!$$% focus


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