Introduction

[Intro: Don Cannon] Hey, Young. When you first started this shit, it was for your hood. It was for your block. Now, the world is your hood, my nigga. We got more shit to straighten out; more people to motivate; more people to talk to; more people that's gon' listen. Damn, my nigga, you still here? They-a thought you'd've fell off by now. Guess it's true what they say, huh? They hate you when you smarter. But this is Trap Or Die 2. Don Cannon! The return of the Snowman! Come on, my nigga, what's better than that? I'm asking you (Let's go!) [Verse: Jeezy] Fell off? I'm bout to pick up where I left off Like when cuz' used to front up that whip, got it the hell off Took that bullshit to the block and went the hell off It even left a scent in my jeans—can't get the smell off And to move this, you got to be quick 'cause it'll melt off And you stuck with eggnog in the bag, and it won't sell off Sell off? Yeah, I doubt that it will sell off Every nigga you sell it to will call you 'til you turn your cell off And every day I'm stuck in this hell, can't get the hell off Back then, they wasn't wishing me well, wanted me well off Niggas trying steal all my clients, turn my till off Won't be happy til I put up my bags and turn my scale off So I'm grinding til your battery's low and your scale off So I guess I'm stuck flipping these words until I'm well-off That money's like a movie, just something you gotta see You just can't say you're real, it's something you gotta be [Break: Jeezy] 103, nigga! Yeah 103, nigga! Yeah [Outro: Don Cannon] Young, they talking 'bout you fell off. Ain't no horses around here, nigga! Come on, man—"fell off." Horses? Oh, I must've got it confused with "Porsches." Hey Young—what, you fell out your Porsche? Crazy-ass niggas, "fell off". Well, if you ain't got it by now, it ain't meant for you to get. Trap Or Die 2! The man, the myth, the legend—Don Cannon! Snowman!