I'm Straight (feat. BG & Young Jeezy) (Feat. BG & Young Jeezy)

Fury Yeah, yeah, huh, aye What the fuck I got to worry about now Nigga, you think after weatherin' the storm and comin' from the extremes I came from You think I'mma come all this way to get scared Hahah Nah, nigga, I'mma motherfuckin' win Nigga, if all this shit go out the window right now, man I'm all too familiar with this shit My nigga, I'm straight, you dig Please believe that shit, man Hey Hook 1 You can keep the car, the clothes, the money and the hoes Just gimme a couple of O's, drop me off at the sto' And I'm straight, hey, shawty, I'm straight Hey, you can keep the dancers and the boppers, the plexers and the poppers Let me fill up my Impala, go and holla at my partners And I'm straight, hey, shawty, I'm straight Verse 1 I gotta couple of V's wit' the kits, MPV's on my wrist A lot of glamour and glitz, but shawty I don't need it My beginnin' was a humble one, a hustler I'm a son of one Taught me how to number run, I went from that to number one Had a hundred ones, I bought a slab, flipped another one Sold my little three-eighty east, and said I need another gun The littlest in the trap, and got it poppin' like some bubblegum Junkies hatin' on my stacks, sayin' I'm nuttin but a young Buck, niggas say, What, then he see me raise up Just wanna see the little boy wit' nuts change a old nigga whole face up Cause I spray the nigga's whole face up, wet the nigga from the waist up They'll try you once, 'til you pull a .40, then tell 'em shawty don't play wit' us I'm fourteen in the dope game and don't care 'bout catchin' no case, bruh Don't consider me, not statistically, another nigga it's too late for Hey, wait, bruh, bet any nigga came from that Who lose it all the day, I bet he say he changed from that Hook 2 Hey, you can keep the game and the fame, the haters and the lames Just gimme some cocaine, and somewhere I can slang And I'm straight, hey, shawty, I'm straight Hey, you can keep the clones and the clowns, the throne and the crown Well-known in the town that I'm holdin' it down So I'm straight, hey, shawty, I'm straight Verse 2: B.G. Okay now, now when I spit it, I spit it how I live it Every verse I ever gave ya, it was fact, nothin' fiction I'm a livin' legend.. no stuntin', no reppin' You can check my track record, I'm highly respected I'mma gangsta in the game, go ask Lil' Wayne Ask Judge Johnson, how many times he saw my face For, pistol here, pistol there, violation here, violation there Betta ask Rank, I ran the jail when I was there I held it down, where-ever I go When I'm in the A wit' the King, or in Detroit in the snow I'm a pro, whether it's movin' snow or movin' 'dro That's between me and you, I can get it for the low But that's nothing, everybody say they got a story Mine on Larry King, theirs is on Maury At the end of the day, it seems to won't go away I guarantee the heart of the streets is straight Hook 1 You can keep the car, the clothes, the money and the hoes Just gimme a couple of O's, drop me off at the sto' And I'm straight, hey, shawty, I'm straight Hey, you can keep the dancers and the boppers, the plexers and the poppers Let me fill up my Impala, go and holla at my partners And I'm straight, hey, shawty, I'm straight Verse 3: Jeezy Snowman bitch bitch, I ride two-seaters vroom It's a cold world, so I keep two heaters geyeah I'm straight, you betta ask somebody body Matter fact nigga you can just ask me me A little over aggressive, yeah I just might be But half the niggas in the hood just like me damn You wonder why a nigga talk eight balls all day You should try standin' around wit' eight balls all day YEEEAAAHHH Somebody pray for me, I don't know nothin' else AYE Why should I help you, when you ain't tryin' to help yourself I came in this game, fresh out the streets yeah Who you kiddin' nigga, I put my life on these beats YEAH Fuck bein' broke, this a reality check check While you mad at ya girl, ya betta check reality AHAH Gotta crawl 'fore you walk, you gotta think before you talk Damn right they gon' hate geyeah but tell them niggas I'm straight AHAH Hook 2 Hey, you can keep the game and the fame, the haters and the lames Just gimme some cocaine, and somewhere I can slang And I'm straight, hey, shawty, I'm straight Hey, you can keep the clones and the clowns, the throne and the crown Well-known in the town that I'm holdin' it down So I'm straight, hey, shawty, I'm straight Outro: Pimp C Say what it do Young Pimp C know what I'm talking 'bout Yeah, nigga want me to speak on some king shit, know what I'm sayin' On the cool y'know.. young nigga T.I. jumped out there Said he was the king of the south He ruffled a whole lotta niggas' feathers But niggas didn't really understand what the nigga was talking 'bout Y'know.. and uh.. so everybody had it twisted but.. Me I understood from the get go That what the nigga was tryin' to put In these motherfuckin' stupid ass niggas' faces Was the fact that it's a whole bunch of kings down here And as long as you takin' care of yo' business and doin' king shit you a king What these niggas shoulda been tryin' to do was tryin' to get close to the nigga And get some understandin' about the type of game He was tryin' to put in these motherfuckin' niggas' ear holes Understand what I'm sayin' So I'm layin' back I'm watchin' the game from the sideline Know what I'm talking 'bout And I'm seein' all these ol' pussy ass niggas out here Talking 'bout they this and they that, but they really ain't doin' nothin Cause they motherfuckin' paper ain't right When I see them in the street, they diamonds fake Know what I'm talking 'bout They shit ain't cut right, ya shit ain't right Shit cloudy and chipped up, know what I'm talking 'bout And them niggas talking 'bout they trill niggas Don't even know what the motherfuckin' word mean Know what I'm talking 'bout This comin' from the O.G. style trill Know what I'm talking 'bout Not these ol' fake ass niggas Tryin' to come on the scene later on and tryin' to take glory for some shit Some other niggas paid dues for, know what I'm talking 'bout So this is what is.. we bringin' Georgia and Texas together All you ol' BITCH ASS NIGGAS that ain't down wit' the play Move on to the side, all you old school rappers like 'Pac say You niggas flabby, lookin' like Larry Holmes BACK YO' BITCH ASS UP And, and, and, and move around for the South Cause it's our time to shine, know what I'm talking 'bout Now let's do this shit