Thug Motivation:Inspiration lyrics

[Intro: Timbaland]
Uh, ay, uh, ay, uh, ay, ay, ay
[mumbling] Here we go, here we go
Let's get it

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
It's Young Jizzle and I'm back with Timbo (whoa)
With another hit, ya still stuck in a limbo (damn)
An adlib here, and an adlib there (ay)
Fuck it, adlibs everywhere (yeeeeeeeeah)
As I proceed to give ya what you need (need)
Spit tre drop, nigga cocoa leaves (leaves)

[Gunshots]

Four shots to the chest, my niggas get at me
They don' fucked around and fucked up my new white tee
I'm just livin my life, why they mad at me
Woke up this morning, I ain't see this coming
Should I even bust back, you ain't see me running
I hope heaven got a VIP line
Got some partners in hell that'll sneak me in the back door
You know I hate waitin in line

[intro]
This one for the hood rite here
Song dedicated for anybody out dere got sum dreams
Dont give up on yo dreams real talk
Ya ready kiese lets go

[keisha]
Dreamin.....Dreamin......Dreamin......
Dreamin.....Dreamin......Dreamin......

[verse 1]
Born september 28 my life far from great
No food on the table so we fought for steak
But im so close to jail feels lyke im so close to hell

[Chorus:]
You Kno We Trap All Day Play All Night Dis Is Da Life Of A Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Yea)
U In Da Club U C A Bad Bitch Point Her Out (Oh) Yea U Damn Right Ima (Ey)
You Damn Right Ima Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Yea)

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
In The Immediate State They Callin Me Will Smith Gotta Thing On Ma Side U Can Call Dat Jada

[Verse 1:]
(Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay)
Class In Session When I Talk Then Listen(Yea)
But U Know How It Go Real Niggas Pay Attention (AY!!)
Aint Talkin Money We Speakin A Different Language (YEEAA)
The Hatin Niggas Gonna Need A Translator (LETS GO)
They Move To Slow When I Think To Quick (YEA)
Thats Why I Flash Like Gordon(DAMN!!)
Im Light Years Ahead Of U Niggas (CHEEA)

[verse 1]
all i no is the sky is blue and the coupe is new, if ya moneys right the coke is white, the birds fly south every year in the night, gotta get it how u
live motha fuck them hataz, get um, im get um off like hot patatas, good morning vietnam yeah we tryin to earn stripes, get jammed up of one can cost u ya

[Intro]
Ride till I die, Lord knows stay high, and I love it
Let's go!

[Chorus]
We count hundreds on the table, twentys on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with some more
And I love it (yeah!), and I love it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my show
Parked outside, and sitting on vogues
And I love it (yeah!), and love it

[Verse 1]

[Jeezy: talking]
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood
All's well that ends well
Outside watering their lawn and shit
Birds are chirping, dogs are barking
It's beautiful
That may be your hood but this is my hood...

[Verse 1:]
Got the red dogs trippin' and these niggaz still snitchin
The old lady across the street still bitchin
It's 3 in the mornin take your old ass to sleep

CHEAAA, AYEEE
You niggas doing way too much nigga.
You tryin to bite my style, steal my swag.
You wanna know how to do it I'll give you the recipe.
Let's go.

[Chorus:]
I keep it gangsta and they love dat shit
[Repeat 3x]
If you's a gangsta you gone love dis shit
[Repeat whole chorus]

[Verse: (Jeezy)]
This one's for you and I ain't talking Bud Light, (Nope)

(AYYYEE, AY, AY, AYYEE....)

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
New shoes on the range rover, good one man (vrrooomm)
Motherfuckers acting like I aint' supposed to shine
I aint' the 1, definately not the 2 (nope)
1 in the chamber when we aming at you (Blaou)
The young Bob Barker, the price is right
If you C.O.D. then you could get them tonight
Put the fish scale on the scale

[intro]
Ya ya ey ya
Im back muthafuckas ya
Haha haha haha
This sounds like one nigga
I aint tryna sale 1

Ay.Ay.Ay.Chea.Ay .Ay.
Lets get it

[Verse 1]
These niggas just hating they aint talking bout shit
Im a grown ass man I flip my own brick
I dont need yo help I can own my own dick
Aint no motherfucker help me write my rhymes
Aint no nigga pay for my studio time
See me at the top and want to claim my fame
Nigga took my chain yea motherfuckin right
You better off saying a nigga took my life

[Young Jeezy: Talking]

Ride on these niggaz
I ride on these niggaz
I ride on these niggaz (hahaaa)
I ride on these niggaz

Let's get it!

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]

Super charger, the same color as PJ
(yeaaaaah) I got a champagne range
Big niggaz offed, I got a night-scope aim (Bah)
Audio, video, you caught on tape
That's a way to get ya ass sent Upstate (dayyyum)

[Intro: Shwaty Redd]
Ay bruh, I'ma tell you on some real shit homie
You know what I'm sayin', you can't let this shit get to you dog
Know what I'm sayin', it aint no pressure out there my nigga
Everybody fucks wit' you cause of what you do my nigga
What you say, what you speak on these motherfuckin' beats nigga
Only thing I can motherfuckin' tell you on some real G shit

When I done it you know I did it to death (death)
So sit back and hold ya breath (just hold ya breath)
I don't know about them
I really ran these streets
So listen up as shit get deep (Let's Go!)

[Verse 1]
You know I'm smoking the best
I ain't got to brag
The young fly nigga with the Georgia swag
(Yeah!) The seat's suede
So is the (?)
The clientele in Minnesota
And so it the Vikings (Damn!)