[Young Jeezy: Talking]
Ride on these ^!$$%z
I ride on these ^!$$%z

I ride on these ^!$$%z (hahaaa)
I ride on these ^!$$%z


Let's get it!

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]

Super charger, the same color as PJ
(yeaaaaah) I got a champagne range
Big ^!$$%z offed, I got a night-scope aim (Bah)

Audio, video, you caught on tape
That's a way to get ya $$# sent Upstate (dayyyum)
In '9-AY! I took them trips down to Lauderdale

Back and forth, like Aliyah
Chances of gettin' rich is like one-in-a-million
(hahaaaaa) Or more like two-in-a-billion

Flashin' lights, my mind's playin' tricks on me
But the Minuteman still do tricks on me
Swear the feds just starin' at a ^!$$%

You know, you feelin' ya heart fall into ya feet
Summertime ^!$$%z still ridin' with the heat
Jeezy De Niro, Snowman Pacino

Real ^!$$%z love me because I talk that lingo

[Hook: Young Jeezy]

And I'm the muh$#&@in' bi-nuss...
They lies, they phonies, they fakes,
These ^!$$%z ain't never sold the weight

And I'm the muh$#&@in' bi-nuss...
They lies, they phonies, they fakes,
These ^!$$%z ain't never sold the weight

And I'm the muh$#&@in' bi-nuss...
They lies, they phonies, they fakes,
These ^!$$%z ain't never touched the weight

And I'm the muh$#&@in' bi-nuss...
They lies, they phonies, they fakes,
These ^!$$%z ain't never touched the weight

And I'm the muh$#&@in' bi-nuss...

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]

Nowadayz the GT's glock black (cheaaa!)
The shoes on that muh$#&@a 3-80 chrome
Gotta be careful what you say on the phone

I'm 36 souls away
From givin' the mic up and goin' back to the streetz (naww)
What's the difference, I still eat the same

A ^!$$% paranoid, I still sleep the same
You ^!$$%z rappin' 'bout blow, like it's a fad
^!$$% this is my life, I ain't tryna set trends

'Cause everybody knows how that brick-road ends
Heartless, maybe I need to see the Wizard
Until then, Imma make it snow blizzards


[Hook]


[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]
I stay on the block, and risk my life
Day in and day out until a ^!$$% sold out

You ^!$$%z playin', I show you what that street %#@! 'bout
Hit you right up with them thangs, and come back with the chains
Might cook it in the stove, might cook it in the microwave

Either way it's gonna sell, still weigh it on the scale
You rappin'-ass ^!$$%z ain't never sold no yams
I'm talkin' sucka-free Sundays and iced-out Mondays

Pin-up Tuesdays and body-tap Wednesdays
You was in the studio, I was on the block
In the kitchen at the spot goin' hard with the blocks

25 for the four ways, choppaz by the door-ways

[Hook]