about I'm so Hood(hey young jeezy) (you got me we run this man we run this) [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] I'm so H to the double O-D I run this god damn money
MAIN LYRICS (based on the live show on 02-27-2002): My 20 throw down in my fist of rage and the man to my left has folded down. Well, Johnny doubled
match for one Seven days in the Berlin sun All kinds of money and too much time I've been running Around once with town in a circle game Double fists
said I'm real sorry, but that didn't cut it. I started to protest, but Dad said Homer: Shut it! Get up, mow the lawn! Move it on the double! 'Cause
)] Now party people in the club it's time to cut a rug And throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutterbuggs I'm double fisted and you empty you
the BIG BOI OUT [Hook:] Now party people in the club it's time to cut a rug and throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutterbuggs. I'm double fisted
P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned with them Nigga I pop more guns than you holdin them Make my route while the sun's out and scold your
earth Can blend rhythms like my will, surreal spinnin Ever-movin like evolution it's retribution For sellin roots, lessen futures, I'm steppin to fuse? ya Sun
I bought a yacht to fish, I spent a fifth on a house with a satelite dish, I bought a brewery and walk around all day with double fists, And got at least
Stuntin on these bitches see we do this every summer, Pull out the hummers Calli for the runners, Sun do shine... shine on the sun, make another mil,
avoid bein stuck and blazed up Laced up, struck from the waste up, embraced by the muts in the cut Bullets sizzle up, leave you fist fucked, intense cut
and optimos Fist fight to gun play, sawed-offs to a.k.'s Spitting flows at talent shows, as the H-A-W-K Riding on the Metros, pushing a six double O
chaingang in the georgia sun just trudging down the road warden with his shotgun and a double buckshot load one of the inmates was a skin with a clean
Ya' block finds it kind of hard I'm soul killin' And so willin' to start my projects with no buildings I don't sound patient no yeast or foundation I rise like the sun
(feat. Jeru the Damaja) [Intro] [scratching] It's the old sama Of the commie sama With the Ichiban DJ King of the Iron Fist We nasty at this [Jeru]