Artist : YOUNG JEEZY
Album : TM 103
(feat. Drake)

[speaking: Young Jeezy]
Let's get it shawty
Oh this dat shit right here
Wassup wassup
(103)oh!
(nigga 103)oh!
Dey gon get crunk when dis shit drop in the club nigga
Let's go!

[Chorus:]
Why ya'll trippin, I'm just fine
12:45, bout dat time
Could'ntget it all week, time to unwind
Drank lose my mind

This shit crazy, way too bad
Rose baby, waste 2 stackz
Hottest thing in the lot, that there mine
Can't spell sober, lost my mind

[Young Jeezy:]
I'm hearin voices in my head think I'm schitzophrenic
I swear they sayin let's get it from anotha planet
36 a thousand times I'm doin summersaults
Do it right and you can leave ya whole summer off
I'm out my mind, yea a nigga seein double ya'll
Now tell me watz the chance of jizzle fuckin both of ya'll
She said as long as we can do it with ya ice on
If that's the case we might as well leave the lights on
I'm out my mind, just blew a thousand swisher sweets
In my black and orange charger, call it trick or treat
It ain't nothin to a boss, my goons got goons
How stupid dumb big, my rooms got rooms

[Chorus]

[Drake:]
Do I love these hoes, mmm, kinda sorta
I got em drinking Sangria like it's fucking water
Some Miami women, tan lines showing
And they really bout' whatever shit is mind blowing
Fuck what they talk, do what I say
Bust it open girl, and send it my way
You say you like it like that I think I like it too
Half a million in a week it's only right I do
All seeing eye, my eyes seen it all
I talk a lot a shit, I swear I mean it all
103, and 4 figures to the hater tryna front on me, aghhh

[Chorus]

[Young Jeezy:]
Drop the top, no broad, got da titties out
Mention my name and bring da whole city out
Doing what I do best, d-boy stuntin
New car, old money, d-boy stuntin
Step in cleaner then a new glock-40
Nick name in the A strapped up shawty
You know my nerves bad, trigger like a toothepick
Line wrapped around the corner boy too big
G-Code, black shades and my black chains
But if you wouldn't understand, it's a black thing
You kno we drink that Rose til we black out
Wake up, drink some more, pass back out

[Chorus]

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Artist : YOUNG JEEZY
Album : TM 103
(feat. Beyoncé)

My momma told me
Don't fall in love with the boys out in the streets yeah yeah yeah yeah
My momma told me don't love 'em trust 'em
'Cause he gon' break ya heart girl yeah
[x2]

Ballin ballin yea I'm straight ballin
If I ain't up at the spot then I'm probably at the mall then
24 asantis got that thang standin tall then
Alpine bumpin can't hear her when she callin
Now she stressin textin sendin all them emails
Braggin to all her friends like girl you know what he sells
How ya riding young never can tell
Light skin top call it blue cantrell
Ain't nothin like postin big boy bail and
If I don't make it prolly go to big boy jail
He ain't even like that tell your momma chill
The way my folk kick it we can even pay ya momma bills ha ha
Yea

My momma told me
Don't fall in love with the boys out in the streets yeah yeah yeah yeah
My momma told me don't love 'em trust 'em
'Cause he gon' break ya heart girl yeah
[x2]

I guess it's true good girls like street guys
Skated straight past college baby street wise
Don't let this rap thang fool ya I got street ties
I said a street life baby my own life street
Responsibility yea the hood gotta eat
U know me big heat need a AC
Sometimes I let the rolly chill rock the ap
Yea and u can check my resume' don't
Slow me down I done record my whole life away

Baby u can have the rest of me

My momma told me
Don't fall in love with the boys out in the streets yeah yeah yeah yeah
My momma told me don't love 'em trust 'em
'Cause he gon' break ya heart girl yeah
[x2]

I know u thinkin in ya mind u got every right
I know u thinkin in ya mind I'm out every night
And if u thinkin in ya mind I'm out every night
And that I'll prolly never change then your probably right
And no disrespect I'm tryin to get the check
And once I get the check I can come check you
Can't let you get me off my grind I can't let you
I won't sweat you your not to be sweated yea
U worry about yourself
You actin big headed speakin of big headed
I want them big faces hide it in suitcases put em in strange places yea

My momma told me
Don't fall in love with the boys out in the streets yeah yeah yeah yeah
My momma told me don't love 'em trust 'em
'Cause he gon' break ya heart girl yeah
[x2]

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Artist : YOUNG JEEZY
Album : TM 103
(feat. Lil Wayne)

[Chorus:]
You scared, scared money don't make no money
You scared, scared money don't make no money
You scared, scared money don't make no money
Gon' make no money, don't hate no money

You scared, scared money don't make no money
You scared, scared money don't make no money
You scared, scared money don't make no money
Gon' make no money, don't hate no money (You Scared)

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
I ain't never been scared, you heard what I said
If anything look, I'm over prepared
They on that bullshit they don't want no bread
It's like tellin' a bad bitch I don't want no head, Damnn!
Not me I tell that bitch to go ahead
And when she done what she doin', I tell that bitch to get bread
Done doing that I tell that bitch to get dough
Done doing that I tell that bitch to get more
Welcome to the mind of a hustler a staright skitzo
I am never scared of the money I got my pistol
I am never scared when the block hotta than crisco
Call the hood your yay area bitch just call it Frisco
So listen up, tell menace I'm talking shit though
Silverado sittin' on thirties I call it tip toe
They say you nobody till your ass in the feds
Can say the fuck you want, you can't say that I was scared

[Chorus:]
You scared, scared money don't make no money
You scared, scared money don't make no money
You scared, scared money don't make no money
Gon' make no money, don't hate no money

You scared, scared money don't make no money
You scared, scared money don't make no money
You scared, scared money don't make no money
Gon' make no money, don't hate no money (You Scared)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Yeeaaahhhh!
Young Mula in this mother fucker
I ain't never scared of the money call me bone crusher
Stick my feet in the dirt like a long jumper
And I wish a mother fucker wood I chop lumber
I'm a hustle junkie I'm a grind slave
More money than mistakes is what I've made
Money on my mind, I got my mind made
If money grow on trees I'm tryna find shade
Shiitt!, you niggas running from the money
And I treat it like pussy see I got the money cumming
Scary ass niggas I bury cash nigga
Cream in my pocket, strawberry flag nigga
Get the money first that's to every last nigga
If you scared stay broke gon' get a cast nigga
Scary money don't make no money
Old pussy ass nigga I take your money
Uhhhhh...

[Chorus:]
You scared, scared money don't make no money
You scared, scared money don't make no money
You scared, scared money don't make no money
Gon' make no money, don't hate no money

You scared, scared money don't make no money
You scared, scared money don't make no money
You scared, scared money don't make no money
Gon' make no money, don't hate no money (You Scared)

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Artist : YOUNG JEEZY
Album : TM 103
(feat. Bun B, Gucci Mane)

Jeezy, I know you ain't gon' let this shit go down like this nigga
I'm hearin' these niggaz in the club, niggaz soundin' like you nigga
Bitin' your motherfuckin' ad-libs, bitin' your motherfuckin' style nigga
What the fuck goin' on nigga?

You better check these motherfuckin' niggaz, mayne
Real fuck with real nigga and these niggaz
Ain't real out here on these motherfuckin' streets nigga
Especially these fuck ass industry niggaz mayne
Nigga we been doin' this shit since ninety-five

Last time I checked I was the man on these streets
They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats
Got diarrhea flow, now I shit on niggaz, geah
Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggaz, let's get it

Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom
Stay blowin' purple shit that keep me high like the moon
Yeah, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hitman
I'm a hater like you, fuck my wristband

Nigga sneak this and that ain't how we play
Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ, that's right
Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin' got a gangsta grill
Went from old school Chevys to Beamer coupes

Got a hundred niggaz with me and everybody gon' shoot, yeah
Try me nigga, that's your first mistake
Eat your lil' ass up like a chanterelle plate
The whole pie like Domino's, yes indeed

I'm tryna stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese, hey
You can try dawg but it ain't easy, nope
Mix the flake with the soul, you got Young Jeezy, damn
You still wanna talk blow man?
Soft white like Alaska, call me snowman

Smoke purp' by the pound, O's by the fifth
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga
And these hoes love a nigga 'cause they know that we the truth
Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga

Post on the block, rain, sleet, snow, sunny
Slow motion, don't nothin' move but the money, geah
Trap all day, day, with no lunch breaks, nope
It's dinner time but a gangsta cookin' pancakes

Rubberbands when we wrap them stacks
Time to ship it outta town, you know Saran's the wrap, yeah
Think ahead in case the K-9's get loose, geah
In the tubes like the ties on my Mongoose, hey

Smoke purp' by the pound, O's by the fifth
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga
And these hoes love a nigga 'cause they know that we the truth
Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga

Yeah, back up in the hood again, where it's all good again
Ridin' candy slab, grippin' on the wood again
Outta line niggaz get back in place where you should've been
In case you don't understand, I'm a make it understood again

King of the underground, my gangsta will never fail
You 'bout to make me go postal for fuckin' with my mail
You got the connect but you ain't got the clientele
You the hoax and niggaz know it, that shit ain't hard to tell

Rat bitch, recognize that your cheese ain't been to sales
I'm finna break some bread with the feds? You dumb as hell
I been around the block before, sold it all from rock to blow
And I don't fuck around when the feds in town I got to go

Respect my mind 'cause I'm a trill old schooler
Summer time get too hot, I wait for winter when it's cooler
U.G.K. for life, free the Pimp, you know the deal
In P.A.T. it's trap or die and we ain't down for gettin' killed

Smoke purp' by the pound, O's by the fifth
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga
And these hoes love a nigga 'cause they know that we the truth
Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga

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Artist : 10 YEARS
Album : Feeding The Wolves

Shoot it, shoot it out 'cause they want it, want it now, now
Shoot it, shoot it out 'cause they want it, want it now

Shoot it, shoot it out 'cause they want it, want it now, now
Shoot it, shoot it out 'cause they want it, want it now

Shoot it, shoot it out 'cause they want a little more
You can be rest assured
You give them all you got and you give them a little more
And never even know what for

They feed and they suck until you're unconscious
It's never enough, they kill your subconscious

I'm ready to die

Will you kill what's left of me to stop the bleeding?
Shoot it, shoot it out 'cause they want it, want it now, now
Shoot it, shoot it out 'cause they want it, want it now, now
Suffocate integrity till I'm not breathing
Shoot it, shoot it out 'cause they want it, want it now, now
Shoot it, shoot it out 'cause they want it, want it now

Feed them, fucking starve them, keep begging a little more
Feed them, fucking starve them, keep begging a little more

Feed them, fucking starve them, keep begging a little more
I'm not gonna be your whore
Load it, cock it, pull it, refuse to be ignored
I'm not gonna fight your war

All the distractions kill the compassion
Suddenly fame has lost its attraction

I'm ready to die

Will you kill what's left of me to stop the bleeding?
Shoot it, shoot it out 'cause they want it, want it now, now
Shoot it, shoot it out 'cause they want it, want it now, now
Suffocate integrity till I'm not breathing
Shoot it, shoot it out 'cause they want it, want it now, now
Shoot it, shoot it out 'cause they want it, want it now

Feeding the wolves, don't you know better?
Feeding the wolves, the taste of blood is bitter

Feeding the wolves, you're feeding the wolves
Feeding the wolves, don't you know better?
Feeding the wolves, you're feeding the wolves
Feeding the wolves, the taste of blood is bitter

Will you kill what's left of me to stop the bleeding?
Shoot it, shoot it out 'cause they want it, want it now, now
Shoot it, shoot it out 'cause they want it, want it now, now
Suffocate integrity till I'm not breathing
Shoot it, shoot it out 'cause they want it, want it now, now
Shoot it, shoot it out 'cause they want it, want it now

Shoot it, shoot it out 'cause they want it, want it now, now
Shoot it, shoot it out 'cause they want it, want it now!

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Artist : 10 YEARS
Album : Feeding The Wolves

She, she is the love that you make and break
And he, he is the drug that you hate to pray
Tonight I am the light of your name to praise
And you, you are the one that we want a name

Who will convince us?
The wickeds will
Who condemn us?
The Wickeds will
Who will defend us?
The wickeds will
Always

We are the wicked, the wicked, the wicked ones who adore you
The wicked, the wicked, the wicked ones will destroy you
We are the lost of your innocence
We are the wicked, the wicked, the wicked ones hurrying for you

We, we are the scar of the skin again
Massive line to wondering eyes waiting, waiting to be
Bastard eyes, manipulize
Selling clones of every kind

Who will convince us?
The wickeds will
Who condemn us?
The Wickeds will
Who will defend us?
The wickeds will
Always

We are the wicked, the wicked, the wicked ones who adore you
The wicked, the wicked, the wicked ones will destroy you
We are the lost of your innocence
We are the wicked, the wicked, the wicked ones (the wicked ones)

Kill yourself to save yourself from yourself
Kill yourself to save yourself from yourself
Kill yourself to save yourself from yourself

Before you become one of us
Before you become one of us

We are the wicked, the wicked, the wicked ones who adore you
The wicked, the wicked, the wicked ones will destroy you
We are the lost of your innocence
We are the wicked, the wicked, the wicked ones (the wicked ones)

You will become one of us

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Artist : 10 YEARS
Album : Feeding The Wolves

Appetites reach all time highs
No ones seems to care who dies
Prey on every little thing in sight
Decay will be killed state of mind
Anything to stay alive
Never ever show you're terrified

It's a common casualty to trust in what you see
Saints and scholars, don't even bother
The bullet in the blood came from those you love
Friendly fires, death by a liar

Dumb, deaf and blind
Fall back in line

Now is the time to open your eyes
You need it, you want, you did it, you got it
So act like you own it this time
The coma of lies comfort your mind
Your feeding the fire and bleeding desire
It's down to the wire this time

Focus now on how to gain
Loyalty from enemies
Waiting patiently for when to strike

The bullet in the blood came from those you trust
Friendly fires, death by a liar

Dumb, deaf and blind
Fall back in line

Now is the time to open your eyes
You need it, you want, you did it, you got it
So act like you own it this time
The coma of lies comfort your mind
Your feeding the fire and bleeding desire
It's down to the wire this time

Those ravenous bastards always get what their after
Those ravenous bastards always get what their after
Those ravenous bastards always get what their after
Those ravenous bastards

The virtuous ones always circle like a storm
The carnivores always rip into the cold
For merry merry more
They rip into the cold

Now is the time to open your eyes
You need it, you want, you did it, you got it
So act like you own it this time
The coma of lies comfort your mind
Your feeding the fire and bleeding desire
It's down to the wire this time

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Artist : 10 YEARS
Album : Feeding The Wolves

The walls are closing in around us
We hold our silence like a gun
Your stare is empty and a scene that keeps repeating
And I just bite my tongue

They can't take this away, it's far from over
We cant take stay in a place we don't belong

For one more day, I'm not afraid to fall
For one more day, we try to save it all

Footsteps will fade away the memories
Unload the words and breathe again
Our eyes are focused on an unexplored horizon
And what has always been

They can't take this away, it's far from over
We cant take stay in a place we don't belong

For one more day, I'm not afraid to fall
For one more day, we try to save it all

I won't let you look back
If you will help me see clearly

They can't take this away, it's far from over
We cant take stay in a place we don't belong

For one more day, I'm not afraid to fall
For one more day, we try to save it all

For one more day, I'm not afraid to fall
For one more day, we try to save it all

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Artist : 10 YEARS
Album : Feeding The Wolves

It's taken a lifetime to lose my way
A lifetime of yesterdays
All the wasted time on my hands turns to sand
And fades in the wind

Crossing lines, small crimes
Taking back what is mine

I'm fine in the fire
I feed on the friction
I'm right where I should be
Don't try and fix me
I'm fine in the fire
I feed on the friction
I'm right where I should be
Don't try and fix me

So lost for so long to find to my way
I failed to follow, I'm out of place

Crossing lines, small crimes
Taking back what is mine

I'm fine in the fire
I feed on the friction
I'm right where I should be
Don't try and fix me
I'm fine in the fire
I feed on the friction
I'm right where I should be
Don't try and fix me

I'm fine in the fire
I feed on the friction
I'm right where I should be
Don't try and fix me

I'm fine in the fire
I feed on the friction
I'm right where I should be
Don't try and fix me
I'm fine in the fire
I feed on the friction
I'm right where I should be
Don't try and fix me
I'm fine in the fire
I feed on the friction
I'm right where I should be
Don't try and fix me

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Artist : 10 YEARS
Album : Feeding The Wolves

Putrid words from sharpened tongues
Are spewing them from our mouths
Without a translation
We're just making sounds

The pride of a lion is your disguise
But the fear of a coward's in your eyes

You're chasing the rapture
Praying for a
Perfect disaster
To save us from ourselves

We need more then miracles
We need to answer
For the blood on our hands now
And save us from ourselves

Out sight and out of mind
Make everything alright
So let the sky and sea collide
Just not in our lifetime

The end is running late tonight

The kingdom comes crashing down into ashes
Careful what you're asking for

You're chasing the rapture
Praying for a
Perfect disaster
To save us from ourselves

We need more than miracles
We need to answer
For the blood on our hands now
And save us from ourselves

We're comfortable killers
We're comfortable killers
We're comfortable killers

We're comfortable killers
We're comfortable killers
We're comfortable killers
We're comfortable killers

Chasing the rapture
Praying for a
Perfect disaster
To save us from ourselves

You're chasing the rapture
Praying for a
Perfect disaster
To save us from ourselves

We need more than miracles
We need to answer
For the blood on our hands now
And save us from ourselves

We're comfortable killers
We're comfortable killers
We're comfortable killers
We're comfortable killers

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