Miss Me With That Rap Shit (feat. Boo Rossini & Slick Pulla) - Jeezy

Hide from the lights I'm the village dream Gangsta kids what would do? When I was seventeen Guess the dream is true, huh? Uhh, yeah, what's up? It's the world baby Yeah, uhh, yeah, it's the world I was on my grind when I was 17 The only half a thing for the stack was the 17 Took a rode trip, came back had me seven knees And when I turn 18 remind me about 17s Yeah, oh! take them back when I was 17 I had a caught to see what's extra clean Always thugging, always on the scene The world is too bad, needs some big achieve I gotta get it, I want it, I gotta have it Tie knots in the bag and I'm right back at it Yeah, 14 grams in my attic The deal of the year so who's really the addict? Deal for this fast money I'm addicted She kicked me out the house, I gotta hit the game Guess momma don't love me no more Since she might not even let me use the oven no more 1-35, fresh out the press, smell the aroma Walk the stick, my uncle on the couch, she in a coma And I swear that sin is louder than an avalanche Came back to X the fifty, did the hammer dance My grandma keep telling me I need some help But I keep telling her that I need someone Cutlass with the alpine, got there too long Blow me in the heart, bitch I got me two shots I was on my grind when I was 17 The only half a thing for the stack was the 17 Took a rode trip, came back had me seven knees And when I turn 18 remind me about 17s Yeah, oh! take them back when I was 17 I had a caught to see what's extra clean Always thugging, always on the scene The world is too bad, needs some big achieve At 17 I had a night with 17 shots East 17, five 17 block Fraid it's to the left, whole hood cling lower Shout my niggas from Valley Bronx to Concord Nigga need to play ball, class I took the day off Try about some new days hope I get this state off Fully automatic shootouts, call that sprayer Before I ever see 17 I bust the KO And my homie got me blown in the worst way 17 drams for my 17 birthday In the school hall we was getting charity 1700 in my letter mehn when I was 17 I was on my grind when I was 17 The only half a thing for the stack was the 17 Took a rode trip, came back had me seven knees And when I turn 18 remind me about 17s Yeah, oh! Take them back when I was 17 I had a caught to see what's extra clean Always thugging, always on the scene The world is too bad, needs some big achieve 17, you bust a clean team Uppin' in this food court, polo'd up, pullin' everything Some lil niggas about their frost skin Got my first queue key 5 points from the advocates Head 'em down, I'm still fat there Had 'em stashed in the old spice camp, thought I was slick there Diner with the ho when all goin' cho Went from halfbacks to four ways a glass In it with the black vans and the tats Now we drinkin' milk, throwin' up slaps Young and wild, chest all full of cash Just a little nigga tryna come up on some green bats I was on my grind when I was 17 The only half a thing for the stack was the 17 Took a rode trip, came back had me seven knees And when I turn 18 remind me about 17s Yeah, oh! Take them back when I was 17 I had a caught to see what's extra clean Always thugging, always on the scene The world is too bad, needs some big achieve

Jeezy? What up? Where you at? Shit, I'm in the hood where you Think I'm at man you know, shit Still comin' over? Ay man, what I tell you earlier man, I'll be through there man Mmm, I've been waitin' for you since you left me S-s-s, that's how you feel? Yeah Red dawgs at my trap got me 4 a half a stone See I'm trappin' all day, can't wait to get home I'ma tear dat pussy up She layed up in the bed, she ain't got no panties on So as I hit the do' she already know it's on I'ma tear dat pussy up Two logs two shots of Patron Grey Goose got me loose, tripple stack in my lungs I'ma tear dat pussy up Stand up at the trunk, gettin' my grown man own Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning I'ma tear dat pussy up Got one baby mama, no bitch, no wife Like pac, ya need a thug in your life, yeah A young nigga to straight come through and beat it up Let yo man be the freak, he can eat it up Shorty got that fire she ain't let me down yet, nope Got a Aquafina flow, call it wet, wet, damn Baby good with her mouth, says the right things Got a head on her shoulders, she does the right things If she a bad bitch, y'all ready know Face like Trina and an ass like Jacki-o, ohh Got a gangsta on a mission, mission Best believe I know all the right positions, that's right She like it slow from the front, fast from the back, back Put the pound game on her, hit her from the back I'm young and thuggin', I don't give a fuck He can make love to you, I'ma beat it up Red dawgs at my trap got me 4 a half a stone See I'm trappin' all day, can't wait to get home I'ma tear dat pussy up She layed up in the bed, she ain't got no panties on So as I hit the do' she already know it's on I'ma tear dat pussy up Two logs two shots of Patron Grey Goose got me loose, tripple stack in my lungs I'ma tear dat pussy up Stand up at the trunk, gettin' my grown man own Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning I'ma tear dat pussy up Me and shawty in the coop, Lord knows she's a star, star For some strange reason she likes to do it in the car, damn She ain't the type that be runnin' her mouth, nope So I keep it gangsta with her, let her come to the house, hey Let her play matter wit slick, when we in the bedroom She like to play with the stick, yeah I know just how to handle her, how? No amateur baby, I got stamina, yeah Jeezy in the deck, now she grindin' to the beat, beat Legs vibratin', now she messin' up my sheets, ha haa Got a fistful of hair and a fistful of ass, ass She came first, I came last, roll the grass, hey Red dawgs at my trap got me 4 a half a stone See I'm trappin' all day, can't wait to get home I'ma tear dat pussy up She layed up in the bed, she ain't got no panties on So as I hit the do' she already know it's on I'ma tear dat pussy up Two logs two shots of Patron Grey Goose got me loose, tripple stack in my lungs I'ma tear dat pussy up Stand up at the trunk, gettin' my grown man own Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning I'ma tear dat pussy up We pull bad hoes, rip them, push them to the side 'Cuz real players, keep reserves when it's clutch time Matter fact, my bottom bitch love to ride pine She know when daddy leave the block, that it's cut time I'm in the trenches, gettin' riches wit my comrades We fold hoes up, like slacks in the player path Pretty skin, silky hair, plus that ass fat, uh huh Fresh kicks on your feet, ya I'm diggin' that Slick consako, yo boys slingin' wood bitch You want that straight drop dick Come to the hood bitch I like to scout them ghetto hoes up in 20 grand 'Cuz them the ones be wit that freaky shit man Two drinks, three beans, now she rollin' man The tool in her throat, I'm just tonsil patrollin' man True pro's with this shit, we ain't new jacks We drill hoes and switch 'em up like fitted caps Red dawgs at my trap got me 4 a half a stone See I'm trappin' all day, can't wait to get home I'ma tear dat pussy up She layed up in the bed, she ain't got no panties on So as I hit the do' she already know it's on I'ma tear dat pussy up Two logs two shots of Patron Grey Goose got me loose, tripple stack in my lungs I'ma tear dat pussy up Stand up at the trunk, gettin' my grown man own Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning I'ma tear dat pussy up

CHEAAA, AYEEE You niggas doing way too much nigga. You tryin to bite my style, steal my swag. You wanna know how to do it I'll give you the recipe. Let's go. (Chorus:) I keep it gangsta and they love dat shit (Repeat 3x) If you's a gangsta you gone love dis shit (Repeat whole chorus) (Verse: (Jeezy)) This one's for you and I ain't talking Bud Light, (Nope) HK nigga with that little red light, (Ha Ha) Whole club bouncing erbody strapped up, Pull it out my pants and make erbody back up, (Yeeeaaa) F**k a record deal the boy just too real, Watch em cook it on da stove man the boy got skills, (Cheaaa) Streets is talking whole hood's whispering, Careful what I say cause I know dem folks listening, (Damn!) It's ya boy Mr. 17-5, Lil mama whole the strap and the work while I drive, (Chea) Take it out the wrap and I put it on the scale, But keep that on da low cause I ain't trying to go to jail. (Ha Ha) (Chorus:) (Verse: (Slick Pulla)) They call me Slick Manning cause my vision's great, (Chea) Toss shells like pigskins when I squeeze the 8, Think I start for the Braves way I rep the A, Like John Smokes in his prime when I pitch the K, Got the scale in my pocket on some suicide doors, Yams in the strap facing suicide time, Let's go Outlandish wit it man it's stupid how we shine, Aye Catch me in them bunkers with the troops all the time, (Okay) I heed like Sadam but I'm sick like Ooday, (OODAY!) Keeps some youngsters with me and they all bout gunplay, (Ha Ha) We been had the streets jammed up to stock, We down south niggas but the plugs up top. (FOR REAL) (Chorus:) (Verse: (Blood Raw)) BLOOD RAW I KEEP IT GANGSTA MY NIGGA This for gangstas I ain't talking bout you bustas, Choppa toaters money gettas naw not you suckas, Coola than a fan coola than a freezer, Still in da hood ridin sixes on the Reagal, Still on MLK still got a side, Still getting money and I'm still in the trap, Lil mama say she like me plus she know I'm hood, I'm a fool wit laying pipe plus she know I'm good, I got a spot for the yay Uncle Pete keep the K's, Auntie Shirley got the money if they rush then we straight, 732 shawdy leave it in my pager, We ain't talking on dem phones cause I know you talking paper. (Chorus:)

Ride on these niggaz I ride on these niggaz I ride on these niggaz (hahaaa) I ride on these niggaz Let's get it! Super charger, the same color as PJ (Yeaaaaah) I got a champagne range Big niggaz offed, I got a night-scope aim (Bah) Audio, video, you caught on tape That's a way to get ya ass 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 nigga You know, you feelin' ya heart fall into ya feet Summertime niggaz still ridin' with the heat Jeezy De Niro, Snowman Pacino Real niggaz love me because I talk that lingo And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never sold the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never sold the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never touched the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never touched the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... Nowadayz the GT's glock black (cheaaa!) The shoes on that muhfucka 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 nigga paranoid, I still sleep the same You niggaz rappin' 'bout blow, like it's a fad Nigga 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 I stay on the block, and risk my life Day in and day out until a nigga sold out You niggaz playin', I show you what that street shit '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 niggaz 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

(Yeah, yeah) ay cool, ay cool Ooh, ha Rah Turn me up a little bit (shit) (What I tell you I was gonna do, man?) (I was gonna go diggin' in their chest, right?) (Man, they gon' be in they feelings, nigga) (I swear to God, let 'em know) Wassup? The fuck I look like? (Hah, oh, you niggas think this shit a game, huh?) (Y'all niggas came to play, didn't you?) The fuck I look like? (Oh yeah, goin' back on they ass, check this out) The fuck I look like? (Woo, y'all niggas actin' like y'all don't know) (This 17-five, nigga) The fuck I look like? (Snow, whatever you wanna call me, nigga) (You know who originated this shit, nigga) The fuck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga play me? (Fuck 'em) Grown-ass man, but I'm still my mama's baby (yeah) 2020, I'm gettin' money like the 80s (80s) Where the mashed potatoes, nigga? Everything is gravy (ha-haa) The fuck I look like playin' with these rappers? (Rappers) He who wears the crown, nigga, king of these trappers (trappers) Got it off the block, nigga, hid it in my sock, nigga (yeah) Before the sunset (yeah), 'nother half a block, nigga (yeah) The fuck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga spray me (spray me) Bulletproof the Maybach, ain't touchin' that Mercedes (yeah) Four-fourin' the babies (babies), nothin' 'bout me lazy (nah) Think you gon' trick me out my square? Yeah, you motherfuckers crazy (yeah) The fuck I look like? (Yeah, woo, shit, been the nigga) (A whole lot of boss shit goin' on here, nigga, sup?) The fuck I look like? (I hear you nigga, but I don't see y'all, though, nigga) (You know what I'm talkin' about? I'm tryna tell y'all, nigga, yeah) The fuck I look like? (Fuck I look like, nigga, one of you niggas or somethin'?) (Huh? You niggas didn't know I was from the block for reals?) The fuck I look like? (I put that work in, nigga, we here now) (Right where we doin' this shit nigga, we go, get into it nigga, let's go) The fuck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga trick me (huh) Ten do five, you know the streets gon' miss me (woo) Whole thing in the pan, lookin' like some Rice Krispies (woo) Where that silly rabbit? You know the streets get tricky (ha) The fuck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga bait me (bait me) That's the shit I love 'cause I know them niggas hate me (hate me) See, Duncan block raised me (yeah), my partners Crippin' crazy (yeah) Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party, that's how I'm feelin' lately (ayy) The fuck I look like (like) gettin' off my drizzick (hah) In and out that bank, bitch, I been gettin' busy (woo) Countin' hundreds, dizzy (dizzy), two-steppin' like Trizzick (ayy) Don't get it fucked up, that clip still hold 50 (blaow) The fuck I look like? (Fuck I look like, nigga, huh?) (Countin' hundreds, dizzy, two-steppin' like Trizzick) The fuck I look like? (Don't get it fucked up, boy) (You know that motherfucker still hold 50, boy) The fuck I look like? (They on speed dial, nigga) (They don't want nothin' but some problems and some bills, nigga) The fuck I look like? (The fuck I look like, nigga?) (One of you rap niggas or somethin'?) Snow

All the nigga talk 'bout bricks and birds Chinchilla shit, nigga his and hers AP, Rolex, he's a professional They call him Snowman bitch, the Black Eskimo In a black full length mink, getting this money Try to stop me, lay you down like a perm nigga IPhone on you hoes, taking selfies at the store Strike a pose with them hoes like "look at me!" '04, '05, little nigga, I was getting tight money, don't fold up 2 door, 250 Bitch you better open my door when I roll up Had them coming to Atlanta for the Hawks Had the ticket, was the man in the city Had the city so motherfuckin hot Damn near bought a fan for my city What ya talkin' bout Used to get money with the milli, OG said sell with If he tell you anything Then he'll tell you nigga that I ain't ever tell shit Ain't no need to be excited, I ain't ever been indicted Pussy nigga I ain't told shit The nerve of you niggas, signed with these rappers that never sold shit Had that Rolls gold, Rose Bowl Jacob all Rose gold everything (Trinidad!) Talkin' 'Rarri 430 with the piping on the seat, it was everything Nigga made a quarter mil at the Texaco Took his thing in the club like he's Plaxico Always fresh from head to toe Know his name in the mall nigga? Every Sto' All the nigga talk 'bout bricks and birds Chinchilla shit, nigga his and hers AP, Rolex, he's a professional They call him Snowman bitch, the Black Eskimo I ain't talk to be talking I don't to just talk Snow say something y'all better listen up You going in your bag, what you goin' by your jeweler Nigga you icing out your wrist or what? Yeah, I got a few trophies Bitch that Hublot looking like a Heisman I'm so motherfucking high up in this bitch I swear I'm thinking 'bout diving 5 quarters on chill Wrist looking like it's real, nigga Mike Jones (who?) You gone learn 'bout this niggas Loaned sperm out these niggas What they is nigga? my clone Gotta keep the grass cut Keep your eyes on these snake ass niggas cuz they pythons The God of this bitch, the MJ of this shit And you can tell these niggas Mike home

First to tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK I'm a fool on that Avion, snow be on that liquor Approach me if you want to, I will smoke ya like a Swisha You know my game tizight you know that's all tizzop Presidential Day-Date, looking like two blocks Chain on 2Pac when he was on Death Row All black glizzock, that 40 says leggo All my niggas is 'bout it, all my bitches is with it One call that's all, choppers pay him a visit Real nigga fo' sho', got a fetish for dough 34 a unit, nine hundred, an O Break 'em down into zips, that's a hell of a flip Had 'em now they gone, guess I'm takin' a trip First to tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK When L.A. Reid was in office made some history up in Def Jam If Jizzle ain't droppin', nigga, what the fuck is Def Jam? I know you heard how your boy bossed up at Atlantic Boss shit, might just drop my next album on Atlantic I really hope you bitches ready, Vice-prezzy and his Presi Got some shit up in my bezzy, So what ya sayin'? My wrist is heavy All white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on Belly With a brown skin thing swear to God she look like Kelly Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a nigga totin' Keep that street nigga paper, rubber band it, it ain't foldin' First the XXL, read about me in the Forbes That's a long way from trappin' in that 4-door Accord Wassup First to tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah you best believe without the scale I just want the mansions and the riches, yeah without the jail You can call me postman, don't go somewhere without some mail In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm makin' bail Put you on designer watches, put you on designer frames Had you cashin' out, payin' for, you can't pronounce the name Had that Murcielago, it was green like margaritas Sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell some tequila Dropped so many Lambos, thought I was a Lam ambassador Dropped so many Rollies, niggas thought I owned the Rollie store Snow it's been a while, yeah you know them streets missed you I don't eat, sleep, or shit without my mothafuckin' pistol First to tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK

I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga Young 5'8 talk like he 10 feet tall Chopper make a nigga jump a 10 foot wall Avión and gold bottles, this is hood royalty No matter how broke, how rich Nigga, never ever compromise your loyalty Medusa head on my Versace robe Standing on a pile of white bricks Imagine crosses on the units Stamps looking like a crucifix Pure like the blood of Virgin Mary Turn water to some wine, nigga Plug did a touchdown, met him at nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga Young 5'8 tall like he 10 feet tall Chopper make a nigga jump a 10 foot wall God shit, I'm on my Kanye Bad bitch she my Kim K Legend is that he made a million dollars But the nigga really started with a four weight Whom shall I fear, nigga The plug say it's no limits I sent the man right here, nigga Snatch a partner out the state pen Hallejulah, amen Pull a little water from the sink Hope it wash away the sin, nigga The foe did a touchdown Met him at the Chanterelle's in West End, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga Young 5'8 tall like he 10 feet tall Chopper make a nigga jump a 10 foot wall Young 5'8 tall like he 10 foot tall Chopper make a nigga jump a 10 foot wall