Jeezy
Street Niggaz
[Intro: DJ Drama]
As you can hear, we make quality street music
Every street n***a ain't a rapper
Every rapper ain't a street n***a
We always get it right, [?] music
CTE, we affiliates n***a, DJ (The fuck drama?)

[Verse 1: Dee Money]
I relate to n***as and they relate to me
Real n***as do real things that's how it supposed to be
Cut from the same clothes, and maybe the same shirt
Probably had the same plug and got the same work
I'll whack your ass and skip to the N.O
And lay low in the projects with my kinfolk
AK-47 with the shoulder strap (Yeah)
Set it off, had it sounded like the Nolia clap
Got two strikes, n***a, dodgin' one time
This real life, you got the nerve to call it punchlines
Well I got a punchline for you, you ain't talkin' 'bout shit I wanna see my lawyer

[Chorus: Jeezy]
G-g-gangsters
Street n***as, real n***as
Street n***as
G-g-gangsters
Real n***as, street n***as-
[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Fuck the style, they jockin' my slang
I'm a real street n***a, we are not the same
I'm grown n***a, so play with your own kids (Yeah)
I'm on n***a, so get your own ass [?]
One white girl left, save the last dance
My partner say he want it, so this your last chance (Yeah)
Funny how a next tell can get you 50 years (Nah)
Codefendant makin' deals like he work at Sears (Damn)
Still posted at the Amoco
Judge giving cash, three numbers like an [?]
Play the game how it go, fuck what a n***a think (Yeah)
'Cause under pressure, n***as change like chameleon paint (Yeah)

[Chorus: Jeezy]
G-g-gangsters
Street n***as, real gangsters
Street n***as, g-g-gangsters
Street n***as, real gangsters
Street n***as

[Verse 3: Dee Money]
Ayy, ayy
White shit in my attic (What), and I ain't talkin' sheep rock (Let's get it)
They kill them n***a round the corner, now the blocks hot
Blockbuster, night Glocks poppin' like popcorn
Folks comin' through, shakin' n***as like popcorn (Yeah)
N***as soft like hot butter, and they mics hot
'Cause section stayin' ass n***as love to drop salt
I'ma street poet, let me paint a picture (Yeah)
First of the month, time to get the [?] on
O's over here, couple O's over there
Gotta whole one stash to my living room chair
Dude never smile, ain't shit funny
Geesy, Maguire, now show me the money
[Chorus: Jeezy]
G-g-gangsters
Street n***as, real gangsters
Street n***as, g-g-gangsters
Street n***as, real gangsters
Street n***as