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Young Jeezy Let S Get It Thug Motivation 101

star when you put 'em on stages I ain't cheat, played the hand I was dealt Tried to tax the grand pearl when I got it myself Let's get it, no nuts,

it you can get a Benz While y'all robbing and boosting I'm standing over the stove like the chef in Houston And it's not about the flip mane Want the real bread it

Like that) Turn around, bend over, bring it back (Bring it back) Slow Mannie, Mannie Fresh bring it back (Bring it back) It's Mannie Fresh and Snowman, it's

gone be a cold summa "yeah" Blew the brains out the Chevy call it suicide "Side" It's a way of life that's how us young niggas ride "that's right" Trap

team in thug mansion And I sell like Pac that's a thugs passion And this the realest shit I ever wrote And all eyes on me like a microscope Young jeezy

got her loose A triple stack and it's on (I'ma tear that pussy up) Talking dirty on the chirp, getting my grown man on (Ay) Get up in the guts, you know it's

lived it man counting so much paper It'll hurt your hands, let's get it I'm the author of the book, yeah a genius wrote it There's a message in my words

the car And she likes it and she likes it I'm a T R A P S T A R Keep Barney in the Sweets, copt groups from the bar And she likes it and she likes it

to get my mind right Aggression rolls, see the ones get my sound right My money come fast so that's how I spend it Trunk soundin' like it got a marchin' band in it