Jeezy - Trappin' Ain't Dead lyrics

Please tell these niggas there’s no ho in me
These niggas takin all these shots but
Ain’t no holes in me
So what you shootin at niggas
You ain’t hit shit yet
Jus check my black tee and
It still ain’t wet -
Please tell these niggas there’s no ho in me
These niggas takin all these shots but
Ain’t no holes in me
So what you shootin at nigga
You ain’t hit shit yet
Should be aiming at mah head
I’m top down on ya set!

Bring em cheechs and them lil niggas got
I'mma keep it 100 till mah fuckin heart stop
Catch me doin 200 in mah fuckin hardtop
I do it for mah niggas sitting
In them cell blocks
Muh fucka I’m nice and I don’t mean kind
See that I’m the truth then
They must be blind deaf, dumb – either how
Either way here’s the outcome
I’m showin up a hundred deep like Malcolm
Imagine Farrakhan
Meets Babylon Enemy of the state – First 48
I’m goin psycho in this bitch
Nigga Norman Bates
And when I’m done goin hand every notivate
Time to get em straight, lemme coordinate
260 yeah that's right about a quarter cake
Say that weight is over
Yeah tha weight is over
I’d really hate to be the one
To say I fuckin’ told ya

What would I ever really been
Without that baking soda?
Remember waking up in Granny's
To that baking odor
Sat down kitchen table had my first meal
And at that same kitchen table
Seen my first mil
In that same backroom I seen my first half
And in that same backroom
Opened my worst half
A nigga lost so bad it was my worst math
Look like the shit you put off in a bird bath
What cud I say even the
Realest niggas got caught
What cud I say even the
Realest niggas quote Pac
So confident it's like he's relaxing
Quit being shy nigga just ask him

Ey mr young jizzle from the bottom of the map
You ever been on 75 wit one in ya lap?
One better Candler Road – wit
Two in mah jeans
Kalb County ridin’ hard yadadamean?
They say you make it then they hate
This is what they mean?
A real nigga to another –
That’s just how it seems
Thought we was from the same
Cloth even the same seams
Even wore the same jersey on the same team
These niggas really outta place
They so outta bounds so go on take ya lil
Shots till ya outta rounds
Then I'mma smoke it till mah
Weed man outta pounds
Then we goin blaze until you
Pussy niggas outta downs
Critics say he on hold, he won’t change it up
A real nigga won’t fold ya’ll can hang it up
Bring me the Jury and the Judge
Watch me crank it up
Ya’ll know this real shit cost
You can ring me up!