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"Intro" is a track by Jeezy, from the album Trap or Die, released 25th January 2005. Full lyrics are available below.
Lyrics
[Intro: DJ Drama] Let's go for another round Trap or Die (Gangsta Grillz) CTE The Aphilliates (Gangsta Grillz) Y'all niggas didn't believe us We had a goal in mind Set the streets on fire I think we accomplished that (Gangsta Grillz) [Verse 1: Jeezy] Here I stand, a grown ass man All by myself, a grown ass man A young nigga with some grown ass plans But don't point fingers, you don't know that man You don't know his heart, you don't know his pain You ain't lookin through that scope, you don't know his aim Minus all the videos, stickers, and flyers Most if these rappers are compulsive liars [Interlude: DJ Drama] We make quality street music (Cannon) Something you can ride to (Trendsetter) I don't care what you represent (Gangsta Grillz, you bastard) [Verse 1: Jeezy] Here I stand, a grown ass man All by myself, a grown ass man A young nigga with some grown ass plans But don't point fingers, you don't know that man You don't know his heart, you don't know his pain You ain't lookin through that scope, you don't know his aim Minus all the videos, stickers, and flyers Most if these rappers are compulsive liars [Verse 2: Jeezy] They can't help it, they need some help Tell me, what kind of nigga tells lies to himself Them turns around and tell them same lies to his fans? Disney World, niggas in fantasy land I came to wake you niggas up, you must be dreaming This shit ain't adding up, you ain't what you're seeming You niggas out of order like soda machines And Jeezy keep the cola like soda machines (yeah) You ain't never seen them pies I'm talking so much white, it'll hurt your eyes (ayy) I really lived it, man Counting so much paper, it'll hurt your hands From the trunks of the rental to the Greyhound Bus The same old shit, an adrenaline rush (chyeah) I tried to tell them people that the streets was watching Same time, be safe, 'cause them people is watching (ayy) Two hundred thousand mixtapes later (yeah) From the streets of the 'Chat to the hoods of Decatur Same young nigga made a killing with the snow (snow) Turned right around and made a killing with the flow Whole city at my shows, they recite my words I guess they like the way that I recite them birds Probably go to jail for some of the shit I said Realest nigga ever done it, breathing or dead (let's get it) Two record deals, radio still won't play me But I don't give a fuck 'cause the streets done made me Said I was affiliated with all the gangstas and killers (you already know) Fuck you thought I was gonna do, turn my back on my niggas? (Never) Now I can't slow down, that's too close to stopping (no) Got everybody asking when the album drop (album drop) The hottest nigga in the city with no radio play When "Let's Get It" drop, we'll see what you niggas will say Trap or Die, nigga
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