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[Intro:]

Convict

Akon and Young Jeezy

Tryin' to take it easy

Only way to go

And So...



[Chorus (Akon):]

If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block

With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop (Now)

'Cuz I'm a rida (Yeah)

I'm just a Soul Survivor



'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop

Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now)

If you a rida (Yeah)

Or just a Soul Survivor



[Verse 1 (Young Jeezy):]

(Let's get it) I can't sleep--we livin' in Hell (Yeah)

First they, give us the work then they throw us in jail (Ayy)

Won't trip ya--I'm trafficing in the white

Please Lord don't let me go to jail tonight (Yeah)

Who Me?? I'm a Soul Survivor

Ask about 'em in the street, the boy Jeez a rida (Jeez a rida)

A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah right (Ha Ha), Sups

Fuck the club, dawg, I rather count a million bucks (Ayy)



[Chorus (Akon):]

If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block

With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop (Now)

'Cuz I'm a rida (Yeah)

I'm just a Soul Survivor



'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop

Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now)

If you a rida (Yeah)

Or just a Soul Survivor



[Verse 2 (Young Jeezy):]

Another day, another dolla (dolla)-same block, same nigga, same part, same green

I guess we got the same dreams (Ayy)

Or is it the same nightmares (nightmares)

We let the Thugs do it for us--we don't cry tears (That's right)

Real niggaz don't budge

When Mail Man got his time he shot birds at the judge (Yeah)

I'm knee deep in the game

So when it's time to read up, I'm knee deep in the cane (Damn)

Real talk, Look, I'm tellin' you mayne (tellin' you mayne)

If you get jammed up don't mention my name

Forgive me Lord--I know I aint livin' right

Gotta feed the block, niggaz starvin', they got appitites (Ayy)

And this is er'day, it never gets old (Old)

Thought I was a juvenile stuck to the G-Code (Yeah)

This aint a rap song, nigga this is my life (this is my life)

And if the hood was a battlefield then I'd earn stripes (Yeah)



[Chorus (Akon):]

If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block

With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop (Now)

'Cuz I'm a rida (Yeah)

I'm just a Soul Survivor



'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop

Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now)

If you a rida (Yeah)

Or just a Soul Survivor



[Verse 3 (Young Jeezy):]

Gotta watch er' move 'cuz them eyes be on you (eyes be on you)

Gotta dry real cool when them pies be on you (pies be on you)

Just because we stack paper and we ball outrageous (ball outrageous)

Them alphabet boards gotta us under survalence (Ayy)

(Lock Downs) They lock us in cages

The same nigga that's a star when you put 'em on stages

I aint cheat--played the hand I was dealt

Tried to tax the grand pearl when I got it myself

(Let's Get It) No nuts, no glory (no glory)

My biography, you damn right, the true story (Yeah)

Set the city on fire, and I didn't even try (try)

Run these streets all day, I can sleep when I die (Ayy)



[Bridge (Akon):]

'Cuz if you lookin' for me you you can find me

On the block disobeyin' the law

Real G--therobred from the streets

Pants saggin' with my gun in my draws

Just to keep on movin' out

Just to keep on movin' out

Just to keep on movin' out

Just to keep on movin' out



[Chorus (Akon) 2x:]

If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block

With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop (Now)

'Cuz I'm a rida (Yeah)

I'm just a Soul Survivor



'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop

Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now)

If you a rida (Yeah)

Or just a Soul Survivor

[Cannon]
[Verse 1]
Guess whos bizzack
Still smell the blow on my clothes
Like crispy cream i was cooking them o's
Like horseshoes i was tossin them o's
Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow
Im emotional
I hug the block
Im so emotional
I love my glock
Cash rules everything around me
So whats realer
Bout the scriller so call me a ghost face killa
Its kinda hard to be drug free
When george and pie wont give a n***a lights free
Switched hustles been killin em ever since
Been paid to tell the truth it only make sense

[Chorus]
When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy
And watch the dope boys go crazy
I pop my colar then i swing my chain
If you catch me in the club pimpin doing my thang
When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy
And watch the dope boys go crazy
They pop my colar then they swing they chain
All the gangstas in the street that be doin they thang

[Verse 2]
Wont stop till my whole team in thug mansion
And i sell like pac
Thats a thugs passion
And this the realest shit i ever wrote
And all eyes on me like a microscope
Young jeezy give em one more chance
They try to spit like you and get your whole advance
Like my main man pulla talk real slick
Look im ok but my watch sick
You dont gotta like a n***a
Just respect my mind
This is how im eatin now
So respect my grind
The way i put them words together
Reminds me about how i put them byrds together

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Buy 18 the hard way
Now have a younger n***a thinkin bout gun play
Now who the fuck wanna play with guns
Alotta hoes alotta drugs dog
That shit aint fun
So i suggest that u dont play with my chain
Or ill send these hollow's at you
Let them play with ya brain
The streets is watchin
The name is warn
The products white
A star is born
Pimpin im so fly
I take this parachute off
I might fall and die
Wrap the work with spandex with the latex
Then we ship it outta town
Call it safe sex

[Chorus]

Young Jeezy]
Last time I checked I was the man on these streets
They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats
Got down real flow, now I shit on niggaz
Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggaz (let's get it on)
Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom
They blowin purple shit that keep me high like the moon
Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hitman
Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hitman
Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hitman
I'm a hater like you, fuck my wristband
Nigga sneak this, and that ain't how we play
Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ (that's right, dramatic nigga)
Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill (that's right)
Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill

[Young Jeezy]
Last time I checked I was the man on these streets
They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats
Got down real flow, now I shit on niggaz
Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggaz (let's get it on)
Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom
They blowin purple shit that keep me high like the moon
Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hitman
I'm a hater like you, fuck my wristband
Nigga sneak this, and that ain't how we play
Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ (that's right)
Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill
Went from old school chevys
To beamer coupes
Got a 100 niggaz with me and everybody gon shoot (yeaaaa)
Try me nigga, that's your first mistake
Eat your lil ass up like a chanterelle plate
The whole pie like Dominoes, yes indeed
I'm tryna stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese
You can try dog, but it ain't easy
Mix the flake with the soul and carry Young Jeezy (damnnn)
You still wanna talk flow man?
Soft white like a ?? snowman

[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Smoke perp by the pound, ounce by the fifth
Free up on the first then again on the fifth (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga
Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth
Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga)

[Bun B]
Yea, back up in the hood again, where it's all good again
Ridin candy slab, grippin on the wood again
Outta line niggaz get back in place where you shoulda been
In case you don't understand, we'll make it understood again
King of the underground, my gangsta will never fail
You bout to make me go postal for fuckin with my mail
You got the connect, but you ain't got to ?? and tell
You the hoax and niggaz know it, that shit ain't hard to tell
Rat bitch, recognize that your cheese ain't been to sales
I'm fina break some bread with the feds, you dumb as hell
I been around the block before, sold it all for rock to blow
And I don't fuck around, when the feds in town I got to go
Respect my mind cause I'm a trill old schooler
Summertime get too hot I wait for winter when its cooler
UGK for life, free the pimp, you know the deal
In PAT it's Trap Or Die and we ain't down for gettin killed

[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Smoke perp by the pound, ounce by the fifth
Free up on the first then again on the fifth (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga
Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth
Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga

[Slick Pulla]
We think like mathematicians, move like mobsters
It's bout to be a grizzly winter nigga straight monster (real nigga)
I'm posted up with my big schlapps, big snakes, big straps
You don't wanna feel that
Street addicts get a buzz from the hustlin
Fuck the government, we got our own, the Track-Publicans
Chillin pimp niggaz don't know the first thing about the block
I'm 279 grams of straight drop out the pot
Real street niggaz, all the ghetto hoes on our jock
When I hit the strip, all my troops listen while I talk
This what I tell em, "Take these yams lil man
break it down, get back, see a couple grams"
And don't talk to square niggaz, you know, spongebobs
Kanye West niggaz, talking through the wire dawg
Watch for goonies when you got it, niggaz wanna rob
And pull a staff and quarterback 'em like Brett Favre

[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Smoke perp by the pound, ounce by the fifth
Free up on the first then again on the fifth (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga
Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth
Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga

I'm a t-r-a-p-s-t-ar
Got the city on lock, big shoes on the car
And she likes it (she likes it nigga) Ay
And she likes it (chyeah)
(Lets get it) Got the city on smash
Streets on click clock
Eighty grand just to see the Jacob go tick tock (haha)
I'm so materialistic, so well connected
Just ask about it, so well respected (ayy)
Run the streets all day I don't get no sleep (nope)
Eat at Spun dinners four times a week
Bucket of crab legs, Slick had the lobsters (chyeah)
I'm the real deal these other niggaz imposters
Popping Gold Bond, yeah I took them sips (sips)
50 in the trunk, yeah I took those trips (trips)
Keep the white girl, yeah forever my lady (chyeah)
Two grand flat get ya four and a baby, c'mon

[Chorus]
I'm a t-r-a-p-s-t-ar
Got the streets on lock, big shoes on the car
And she likes it (she likes it, she likes it)
And she likes it
I'm a t-r-a-p-s-t-ar
Keep money in the suites, copt groups from the bar
And she likes it (she likes it, chyeah, ayy ayy)
And she likes it(She likes it, she likes it)

Slide through the hood to just to check my dough (dough)
Trap-star fresh from head to toe (toe)
From toe to ear the kicks match the cap (chyeah)
Black T-shirt, yeah it match the strap (ayy)
The stones in the watch, yeah they match the chain
New Jordans on his feet, Snowman's the name (haha)
Fresh out the paint shop threw the fo's on it (fo's on it)
Now the Chevy got Lamborghini doors on it (doors on it)
Mix the Grey Goose with the cranberry juices (what)
Nigga can't you tell I really sold those deuces (yup)
The squares are white, the tape is black (what else)
The wait is over, the real is back (ayy)

[Chorus]

Lil momma wanna holla at a pimp (pimp)
My money true straight, I don't walk witta limp (naw)
It ain't hard girl just use ya head (haha)
Slices stacked up, I got colonial bread (yeahhh)
Now she off the chain, yeah she so erotic
Purple Mango, yeah its so exotic (chyeah)
No punch lines (nope) no riddles (uh huh)
Im talking white squares with the steps in the middle (haha)
You know me, take the good with the bad
Cant complain the Porsche came with the rag
And the chopper came with extra clips
So when you niggaz outta line we can extra flip (heyyy)

[Chorus]