.38

[Intro: Jeezy] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I don’t think they know the time I don’t think they know the time I don’t think they know the time I don’t think they know the time [Chorus: Jeezy] I don’t think they know the time Heard the streets fucked up, I can see the sign Heard they going for the 30 straight I can’t lie, man that shit got me .38 Red hot, on fire Glass pot, on fire Red dot, on fire 5 shots, on fire [Verse 1: Jeezy] Uh oh, your boy's back And he way too flashy, got my toys back Nigga I just left the lot, I ain't come to play He pull me for my dealer tag, fuck you tryin' to say Know some niggas doing 10, blame it on the yay Clip hold a half a hundred, blame it on the K Still the realest nigga in it, these niggas CB4 This is "Fuck A Nigga" records, and I’m the CEO Got them stacked long and wide like some Lego blocks This ain't even my real home, this my Lego spot You ever seen so much money in a duffle bag? Soon as you open up the zipper, bitch the duffle brag [Chorus: Jeezy] I don’t think they know the time Heard the streets fucked up, I can see the sign Heard they going for the 30 straight I can’t lie, man that shit got me .38 Red hot, on fire Glass pot, on fire Red dot, on fire 5 shots, on fire [Verse 2: Jeezy] I’m in that purple Lamb’, looking like some dirty Sprite Catchin' passes with them birds, yeah that Roddy White Where I’m from them things hot, and that talk is cheap And ain't nobody hearin' shit, cause they trying to eat All they can eat, buffet style Nigga sellin' anything, buffet wild DB9 stupid grill, yeah that overbite Need me 9 stupid deals, this shit is overpriced Got it vacuum sealed up, that’s to hide the scent So much that if they pull you over, smell it through the vent If them peoples hit the lights, I be a nervous wreck When you don’t fear nothin' but the lights, now that’s a nervous check [Chorus: Jeezy] I don’t think they know the time Heard the streets fucked up, I can see the sign Heard they going for the 30 straight I can’t lie, man that shit got me .38 Red hot, on fire Glass pot, on fire Red dot, on fire 5 shots, on fire [Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs] That black tee with them nice hoodies The ski mask is my uniform You know I heard your homies don't like them If they the right price I might go shootin' 'em for you Take the heaters out on you hoe cakes Niggas took a stand on that dope case Got murked out chillin' at a bird house Shoulda seen the look on that ho face When we kicked the doors off the hinge Niggas that don’t really go all out to win Six feet deep when you catch a nigga sleep in the streets Man I bet he won't doze off again Niggas took a Chevy and blowed off the lid Show a hundred pounds and balled off the bitch A couple hundred shots will hold off the pigs 'Til my homeboy Will get home off his bid I'mma still do stickups Two Mossberg pumps in the pickup Everybody keep your cool cause if anybody move The bust shots will tear your whole clique up Niggas get rushed out the ambulance lift up, lift off Face in his ribcage, ripped off Niggas tax 30 badges for the 36 I'd rather rob and steal than flip soft I'mma stay on...fire