(feat. Young Jeezy)

[Yukmouth:]
I went from old school Scrapers
To hard top Porshce's
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Jordan's
And you aint seen what I seen
I could get a quarter mil in these Makaveli Jeans

I went from old school Scrapers
To hard top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Jordan's
And you aint did what I did
Where you from, where I'm from
You gotta split a nigga wiggg.

[Yukmouth:]
Everybody already know, Yuk a real thug nigga
When you see me in the streets,
I'm a real drug dealer [Young Jeezy:] (That's Right)
I hope you got yours
I keep mine
The AK a have you faggots throwing peace signs
You better act like you peep the facts
Platinum Dodge magnums packed in back me and E-Black [Young Jeezy:] (Yeaaahhh)
Them other niggas is weenies
What you spent on your crib
I spent it all on a GT [Yukmouth:] (HA HA)
In one night two bitches, three bottles of Chris
Two hundred grand spit
Just to put a glance at the whiff
Stay in beef so I carry that toaster
But don't talk shit my four fifth ferocious
[Young Jeezy:] (Yeaaahhh)
I not just my imagination
I know that I'm the reason why you faggots hating
[Young Jeezy:] (That's riggghhht)
The NMS sayin Yuk got robbed
I got it back playboy
Cause Yuk fuck with the mob... Yeah

[Yukmouth:]
I went from old school Scrapers
To hard top porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Jordan's
And you aint seen what I seen
I could get a quarter mil in these Makaveli Jeans

I went from old school Scrapers
To hard top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Jordan's
And you aint did what I did
Where you from, where I'm from
You gotta split a nigga wiggg

[Young Jeezy:]
Black tee, black One's and a Fifty cap
The mach-11 make me walk with a crazy dap
Ay, Ya'll say we country niggas Yee-Haw
The money cuttin' back and forth like a see-saw
And ya'll aint never seen what we saw
Stacks of twenty dollar bills
Bricks of white raw
But they got little faith
They don't care about shit
Ludacris how they ride out twenty with them bricks
[Young Jeezy:] (Yeaahhh)
Should i spit it for ya'll?
Or the real my niggas
Should i spit it for ya'll?
Ay, who gives a fuck about friends
If you mix the baking soda with it
You can get a Benz
While your robbing and boosting
I'm standing over stove like the chef in Houston
And it's not about the flip man
Want the real bread dog
It's all about your whip game

[Yukmouth:]
I went from old school Scrapers
To hard top Forces
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Jordan's
And you aint seen what I seen
I could get a quarter mil In these Makaveli Jeans

I went from old school Scrapers
To hard top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Jordan's
And you aint did what I did
Where you from, where I'm from
You gotta split a nigga wiggg


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Thanks to (jake suchy) for correcting these lyrics. Mar 17, 2009