Gucci Mane Album

[No lyrics]

Im A Street Nigga Dog Everybody Kno Dat
So A Hater Get Smashed Bond Money On Deck
Gave My Dog Half A Brick 4 A "73" Dunk
Got Dat Bull Frog Yah Cuz I Kno It Gone Jump
Im A Real Street Nigga Do You Understand Me
Im A Walkin Bank Roll Breezy Rubberband Me
Red Monkeys On My Ass Gucci Frames On My Face
Got Dat Tony Tiger Kush Man Pimp It Smoke Great
Every Time My Phone Ring Dog Its 18-5
Only Problem Dat I Have Is What Car Im Gone Drive
Im A Real Street Nigga I Aint Never Had Shit
Man This Chain Roun My Neck Cost 4 Or 5 Bricks
Im A Street Nigga Dog I Dont Love No Bitch
I Aint Talkin 2 You Baby Less You Buyin 10 Bricks
Bought A "06" Lamb Wit Da Butterfly Doors
That's A Quarter Million Dollars Gone Just 2 Pull Hoes

Im A Street Nigga Dog
Im A Street Nigga Dog
You A Street Nigga Just Like Me
Im A Street Nigga Dog
Im A Street Nigga Dog
No Industry Im In These Streets [x2]

Im A Street Nigga Dog Hoes Love My Swag
And Da Jacob On My Wrist Thats A Drop Top Jag
Bought A Drop Top Vet And A Super Bad Bitch
How Much You Thank It Worth Bout 95 Bricks
Way Back In 95 It Was 95 Cent
Now Im 95 South With An R&B Bitch
Every Time I Leave The House Brang At Least 10 Grips
Cause Its 2 Or 3 Stacks Just To Park My Whips
Got A Small Amount Of Niggaz But A Large Amount Of Clips
And A Blue Bent Coop Same Color As Da Crips
Mean Mug On My Face Nigga Aint Nothin Funny
60 Grand On The Jac Nigga Time Cost Money
Got A Quarter Million Plate Das 18 Blocks
When Da Cops Try 2 Whip Me Man I Aint Gone Stop
Im A Real Street Nigga Dog I Aint Gone Lie
Bought A Pound Of Bubba Kush Just 2 Get The Clique High

Im A Street Nigga Dog
Im A Street Nigga Dog
You A Street Nigga Just Like Me
Im A Street Nigga Dog
Im A Street Nigga Dog
No Industry Im In These Streets [x2]

Im A Street Nigga Dog So I Love My Whip
Car Jack A Street Nigga Dats How Niggaz Get Killed
Im A Street Nigga Dog So I Love My Block
Paid A Junky Three Grams Just To Wash My Drop
Street Niggaz Love Me And I Love Street Niggaz
Got A Out Of Town Trap Come Twice A Week Nigga
Im A East Atlanta Vet Man I Aint Done Yet
Bitches Standin In Line Just To Wipe My Sweat
If You Make A Good Count
Then You Under Good Cheack
Never Beef Wit Street Niggaz Dog Thats Ya Best Bet
Street Niggaz Make A College Bitch Panies So Wet
To A Project Bitch Im Da Best Its Gone Get
Street Nigga Of The Year Yeah Dog Dats Me
Just 2 See My Wrist Twirl Man It 18 G's
Gucci Eatin Real Good Dog What About You
Im A Street Nigga Dog You A Street Nigga 2

Im A Street Nigga Dog
Im A Street Nigga Dog
You A Street Nigga Just Like Me
Im A Street Nigga Dog
Im A Street Nigga Dog
No Industry Im In These Streets [x2]

[No lyrics]

Intro:

Zaytoven on the track
Zay-tiggy
Gucci
Gucci

So Watch Entertainment
Lets Go

Chorus:
They call me Chef-Boy-R.G.
But hold that thought
Its a Kodak Moment
But hold that thought
Hurricane wrist game
Turn that junk off
Hot as piggly wiggly
Cant kermit the frog dog

(Repeat)

Early in the mornin
I aint even yawnin
Cookin up a cake
Like I'm doin a performance
When it come to flossin
I aint even talkin
Diamonds on my joint
Got my chevy moonwalkin
10 bricks on my Bart Simpson, just look
My watch, 35 pounds of kush
My ring, 36 oz's my nig
My bracelet, 500 lbs of mid
A Gucci wrapped tour bus
Yall hoes follow us
Party pack pills man
Hoes gonna swallow us
Naturally a loner
But love my kid
Mix the soda with the cola
I can buy me a friend
New swag somethin like
Trap House times 10
Ery nigga round me
Bust heads, YA-Dig
Iced out grill
I can't buy that bullshit
I'm wit some street shit,
Like a reverend in the pulpit

Chorus:
They call me Chef-Boy-R.G.
But hold that thought
Its a Kodak Moment
But hold that thought
Hurricane wrist game
Turn that junk off
Hot as piggly wiggly
Cant kermit the frog dog

(Repeat)

Like ya boi Rip Ham
I got a real good jay (a real good jay)
1 gram for the 80
thats some real good play
Got them Vince Carter quartas
Add soda and water
I'm not athletic
But Ima straight balla
The Spud Webb ticket
Wit the lamburg yay
And its jumpin from the free throw
Like MJ
Sees nothin pass by
Like Steve and Pass
Say boy you lightnin fast
On the Utah Jazz
Like Dr. J shorts
My work real tight
You got that Atlanta Hawks yay
It wont get right
Catch me on the rebound
Like Bo Outlaw
Ima Mikey Vick-it whip it
Cook it souf-paw
36 hoes-zos
Tryna make the end zone
Make no hard move
And use my cell phone
Worth scrabblin in the pot
Just like Steve Young
5 for the Keyshawn
7 for the Deion

Chorus:
They call me Chef-Boy-R.G.
But hold that thought
Its a Kodak Moment
But hold that thought
Hurricane wrist game
Turn that junk off
Hot as piggly wiggly
Cant kermit the frog dog

(Repeat)

Gucci on fiya
like mojo crack pot
Fell ova a joint
Like back like crack rock
Money stupid dumb
Just like Cold Blood
Just Young Hot
I show no luv
Money getta like Cheeba
Minds like Fat
And my trap roll hard
Just like Shawty Black
Ima country ass nigga
Jus like Ace
Gotta fetish, for the stones
Jus like Fo' Trey
Money tall like Broah?
Yours like D?
And my patience very short
Just like Courtney C
Angie B, Russell P
But its your choice
My girl Angel pussy deep
Like Slick Man voice
Like Red 03
Man I got bread
My pocket on swole
Like HP fohead
Ima money go getta
So I contest
Gotta a hundred hoes jockin
Jus like Throw Back

Chorus:
They call me Chef-Boy-R.D.
But hold that thought
Its a Kodak Moment
But hold that thought
Hurricane wrist game
Turn that junk off
Hot as piggly wiggly
Cant kermit the frog dog

(Repeat)

Yeah Yeah [x2]
She A Very Freaky Girl Dont Bring Her To Mamma
First You Get Her Name Then You Get Her Number
Then You Get Some Brain In The Front Seat Of
The Hummer Then You Get Some Brain In The Front
Seat Of The Hummer

Let Me Set The Record Straight Hater You
Participate Three Girls Wit Me Like Im Goin
On Elemidate Say You Got A Man But Ya Man Aint
Here The Ice In Ma Ear Shine Like A Shandaleer
Jumpin Out The Phantom Dont You Think Im Handsom
Watch On Ma Wrist Cost More Than A Mansion Bet
Cha Baby-Daddy Aint Icin Like The Kid Be Got
Cha Baby Momma Front Seat Of The Faraee

She A Very Freaky Girl Dont Bring Her To Mamma
First You Get Her Name Then You Get Her Number
Then You Get Some Brain In The Front Seat Of The
Hummer Then You Get Some Brain In The Front Seat
Of The Hummer

Gucci Mane The Fly Baby Im That Guy Girls
Eyeballs Pop When I Ride By My Money Long
As A Lemo Just To Show Off I Put Ma Wrist
Out The Window Ride Thru The Six Lil Kids
Scream Bingo Fell Off In The Spot Light
Aye Let's Migle Then The Dj Play Ma New Single
The Club Got Crazy All The Hoes Went Phsyco

Dont Be Deceded Girl I Know You Here Girl I
Know Ya Secret Girl But Im Gon Keep It Girl
Oh You's A College Girl Be A Gucci Girl Oh
You A Gucci Fan Let's Go To Gucci Land You
Diggin Gucci Man Cause Only Cuchi Can Drop
A Stack Pop You Back Wit A Rubberband You
Diggin Gucci Gucci Let's Do The Cuchi Cuchi
Oh That's You Girlfriend Why Dont You Introduce Me

In the Trap house, In The Trap House, In The Trap House
Gucci Mane Check It

[Hook]
Choppa on the floor pistol on the coach
Hood rich so I never had a bank account
Junkies going in junkies going out
Made a hundred tho(usand) In My Trap House
Money kinda short but we can work it out
Made a hundred tho(usand) In My Trap House
Bricks going in, Bricks going out
Made a hundred tho(usand) In My Trap House

I'm tired of selling bricks I wanna go legit
I wonder can I sell 11 mill like 50 Cent
Cause platinum ain't enough I got too many vices
I love to smoke weed love to shoot dices
Say my life style extravagant I talk cash shit
Bitches say I'm arrogant well god damn Gucci cockie then
But at the same time young hoes be jocking slim
Gucci ain't shit, Bitch I beg your pardon
I'm independent but I'm balling like a major artist
I stay high like giraffe pussy In My Trap House
Smokin' rubber cushie

[Hook]

Jumped out the whip everybody looking
Big clouds of smoke but ain't nobody cooking
(females)(Girl their go Gucci Mane
I want his autograph 'cause I'm his biggest fan)
Yellow hummvie with the yellow feet
Yellow diamonds the same color as yellow cheese
And I'm smoking on that purple shit
They call me temp service 'cause I'll work a bitch
Money long like Shaq feet
Running dough like a sprinter at a track meet
I heard he got that soft white
Extended clips make them busters get they mind right

[Hook]

In my trap house watchin Sports Center
In the kitchen cooking but I ain't cooking dinner
Splash it with the water whip it make it harder
17 for 'em the same number as Qunice Carter
Say I'm working with wit a mill or better
Married to the game me and ????? live together
Street smart niggah never listen to the teacher
You can catch me in the bathroom smoking reefer
Prices low like Wal*Mart
Bricks on I-9 get ya shopping cart
Knee deep in the dope game
I'm not a farmer but I'm known to push them collard greens

[Hook]

(feat. Mac Bre-Z)

[Hook]
Go Head, Go Head
Go Head, Go Head
Go Head, Go Head
Go Head, Babygirl Go Head
Go Head, Go Head
Go Head, Go Head
Go Head, Go Head
Go Head

[Chorus x2]
Shawtii gotta ass on ha (on ha)
Imma put my hands on ha (on ha)
Imma spend a couple grand on ha (on ha)
Imma pop a rubberband on ha (on ha)

[Verse 1 - GUCCI MANE]
Im tryna figure which chick imma see today (see today).
Picked up a young gurl, looked like Lisa Ray (Lisa Ray).
When I seen ha in da club said I gots to get ha (gots to get ha),
cuz she might be Trina sista (Trina sista).
Gotta gurl look just like Lauren Hill (Lauren Hill),
took ha to da crib cuz she kno’ wut it is (she kno’ wut it is).
Imma bump ha but I cant stand ha daddy do’ (daddy do’)
but she got mo’ ass than Jackie O’ (Jackie O’).
Gotta brown skin gurl like Foxy Brown (Foxy Brown).
Bought a quarter pound just to blow it down (blow it down).
Tattoos all ova’ like Eva or sumthin’ (Eve or sumthin’).
Long hair but it must be weave or sumthin’ (weave or sumthing’).
Gotta spot so I bought ha new furniture (furniture),
cuz she pretty in da face like Monica (Monica).
I really dig da gurl so I gave a ticket to Gucci World (Gucci World).

[Hook]

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2 - Mac Bre-Z]
Im in da club niggas screamin’ who da hill is dat (who da hell is dat).
Dat gurl wit’ dat ass all on da back.
I got dat fire read thong wit’ bra to match (bra to match).
Imma real boss bitch and im hard to catch.
Mac Bre-Z, pimpin aint E-Z nigga (it aint easy),
you can leave cuz I don’t really need ya nigga (I don’t need ya).
I got dat chevy and ya hear me fo’
ya see me nigga cuz my mama sho’ da Mack how to treat a nigga.
And imma Top Notch Bitch dat talk shit but I take none (I take none).
Jump fresh wit my nails done (my nails done),
my braclet. My nigga sick so you already kno’,
when I step up in da club,
I be rockin’ stilettos hoe (stilettos hoe).
Imma jazzy gurl, straight classy gurl (straight classy girl).
And ya never head a nigga say im nasty gurl (I aint nasty gurl).
And ya never meet a gurl dat will shine like me (shine like me)
cuz im wit da Gucci Mane, im SO ICEY.

[Hook]

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3 - GUCCI MANE]
Dem niggas jealous say you aint got time fo’ dat (time fo’ dat).
All dat shake can a nigga get some fries wit dat
(fries wit dat). Too much ass, I aint gotta press a high to dat (high to dat).
Hair blonde fo’ a minute til’
she dyed it black. In da club wit ha gurls, everybody pretty.
Said she used to dance at Magic City (Magic City).
Go Gurl (Go Gurl)
To da flo’ gurl (To da flo’ gurl)
Shake it real slow like a pro gurl (Pro gurl)
Hit da dro gurl cuz its yo world (yo world)
Dance one time den get some mo’ gurl (mo’ gurl)
Gucci in the club two rubberband bites,
smokin’ bubbagush and da shit just stank (stank).
Six gurls dancin’ at da same time (same time),
never seen a hood hoe so damn fine (so fine).
Turn around babygurl, damn ya cute.
I aint tryna come at you like a prostitute.

[Hook]

[Chorus x2]

(feat. Young Jeezy, Boo)

I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy

[Chorus:]
All these girls excited
Oooo ya know they like it
I'm so icy, so icy
Girl don't try to fight it
All yo friends invited
I'm so icy, so icy

[1st Verse: Young Jeezy]
Got a house around my neck, and my wrist on chill
Any given time, 250 in ya grill (a quarter million?)
All I do is talk shit, u can even add a couple grand for my outfit
U betta act like ya know man, in my hood they call me Jeezy da Snowman
Ya get it? Get it? Jeezy da Snowman
I'm iced out, plus I got snow, man
Let it marinate, y'all niggaz is slow man (slow man)
(Man what the fuck y'all...yo dumb ass)
I used to get nineteen for a beat
Call me Ginuwine, the same 'ol G ('ol G)
I'm da shit biiiaaattch, I need toilet paper (daaaaaayyuum!)
And some air freshener nigga, fuck a hata
These niggaz don't like me
I'm wit da Gucci Mane and I'm so icy

[Chorus]

[2nd Verse: Gucci Mane]
She diggin my fit, she think I'm da shit
Is this a chain on my neck, or the watch in my wrist
Maybe the ice in my ear, or my bracelet
But she look like the type that could take a dick
Young Gucci Mane, don't kiss me baby u can kiss my chain
Ya gotta be a dime piece,
just to look at the rocks in my time piece
I come through in a drop top Jag, or Old-School Chevy
wit da antique tags
My pockets so heavy that I can't walk steady
Niggaz coppin ice we done done it already
Got a gold grill but it's not from Eddie
I ride big Chevys cuza nigga ain't petty
I'm icy, so muthafuckin snowed up, lil kids wanna
be like Gucci when they grow up
Me, jeezy and Boo
We ain't hatin pussy nigga 'gon and do what u do
Cuz we icy, so icy, we icy, so icy

[Chorus]

[3rd Verse: Boo]
I'm hoppin out the range wit da seats piped out
You can still see my chain even when da lights out
Cuz dat's how monsters do it
Spit a lil game give 'em that flosser music
I'm da man from da C.H.I.
These lames runnin 'round thinkin they so fly
Got a lil buzz but Boo been too high
I'm pullin hoes in da club and I don't even try
I guess when she glance at my wrist, she wanna get my dick
I tell her holla at Jeezy if ya wanna pop Cris
Get at Gucci Mane cuz he on some lil shit
And you know I'm in da cut, grippin my 4/5
Like let a nigga trip, naw we ain't runnin
We just takin all ya chicks, buyin drinks gettin blunted
Groupies, show you how to do this son
We throwin out hundreds while you savin them ones

[Hook:]
I got so many rocks, on my chain and watch
I know I'm da shit, my chain hang down to my dick
I know I'm da bomb, just look at my charms
I know I'm da shit, my chain hang down to my dick

[Chorus]

I'm so icy
Look at my charms
My...chain...hang...down...to my dick

Chorus;
Since you can't get right Imma show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle show you how to hustle.
Make a grind all night, Imma show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle..
Put ya game down tight Imma show you how to hustle, show you how to husle, show you hwo to hustle.
It's an all night flight, Imma show you how to hustle, show you hustle, show you how to hustle (Yeahh)

verse 1:
(ughh)
I let my hater be my motivator, I got 20 pounds of purp. in my frigerator.(ughh)
So damn an investergator, when I re-up they bring it in a tractor trailor. (ughh)
I'm the king of Decatur man, got that fruity dro any kinda flavor man,(ughh)
Good cush or that purple thrax, white rhino you ain't never heard of dat. (ughh)
I got them sevens fr the buck fifty, 125 if an nigga fuck wit me.(ughh) you doin bad buyin 50 slabs, I'm in Texico buyin out sandwich bags(ughh)
Niggas churpin on my Nextel, Gucci what it look like nigga fish scales(ughh)
I use to hold down the Hotel, now I'm a member of the Sign Yoursefd Cartel

Chorus

verse 2:
(ughh0
I use to be the nigga wit the dimes, now I'm on the grind wit the 4's and the 9's.(ughh)
They say it's Gucci time to shine, a young black Enterprenuer in nhis prime(ughh)
A nigga gota get the whole thang, 21-5 evrytime my phone rang(ughh)
I got so much clientell, black tee, black Gat and a pocket scale(ughh)
So I can't go broke man, niggas know me as the Dope man's dope man(ughh)
I made this one for my folks man, for the J's thatb be smokin outta coke cans(ughh)
and they askin for a wake up, you wanna a brick I gotcha covered like make-up.(ughh)
so wantcha holla atcha boy, you drop a couple dollars, I'll getcha coke, I'll getcha boi

Chrous:
(ughh) I got dem pounds and the Q.P.'s, I move units, I ain't talkin bout cd's(ughh)
I'm talkin bout HB's, a huundred pounds nigga holla at HB(ughh0
nigga I can get an Escalade off a hundred slab and a razor blade(ughh)
when I cut it wit the rich band 2 flips nigga Imma be a rich man.(ughh)
and these robbers trynna plot up, get his car shot up tyrna take a nigga product(ughh)
these niggas ain't harmin me,plus I sell more drugs than a pharmacy.(ughh)
Imma mix it wit the Isatol, ten thousand pills and these bitches ain't no Tylenol (ughh)
Big nuts like bowling balls, 30 thoughand dollar charm and a hole in da wall.
Chorus

(feat. MC Breeze)

[Chorus:]
Mac Bre-Z:Is you rollin (repeat 3 times)
Gucci:Bitch i might be(repeat 3 times)
Mac Bre-Z:Girl he geeked up(repeat 3 times)
Gucci:Bitch I might be (repeat 3 times)
Yeeaaaaahhh!

[Verse 1:]
East Atlanta slum man is where I come from
Pass that bubble thrax and put this bean on your tongue
Now everything was gravy til your bitch came in
Bout the same time that that thang kicked in
Now she aint really pretty but she got a nice body
Im geeked up thinkin this Buffie The Body
Aint your name lil Trina cause you look like Janet Jackson
Im off three double stacks and Im lookin for that action
Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin
Ridin in my drop but I dont know where Im goin
On two eighty five i keep ridin in a circle
The inside of my ride smellin like a pound of purple
Gucci is your time give me five more minutes and a cold orange juice cause im really really trippin
went to the strip club and request that im da man
The next thing you know I was throwin rubberbands

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Shawty tellin me she aint neva suck no dick
Neva took a pill or neva ate a bitch
You a lie but I aint gonna get upset right now
But I wish I had a lie detector test right now
You say you marry well bitch you might be
But I bet your husband aint Icy like me
She stand on B.C. in my ashy black tee
When dem dope man nikes and dem jore ass jeans
I dont pay her but I still keep that thrax on me
Imma the shit in East Atlanta baby ask about me
Pop one pop two two halves thats three
Aint no waffle house baby hell I cant eat
Gucci hood like your hoodman hes so extreme
Wearin doces in the club cause you kno the boy geeked
Top the top on that thang let you see my seats
We've been rollin rollin rollin we aint slept in weeks

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Gucci Mane [?] nigga get your mind right
Or a crys by the twelve like a case of budlight
sell a cush by a bell so you kno might shit tight
See Im 30 in the morning on a all night flight
Im high like Fabo hood like Shawty
So tell me when to go like my name E-40
A rich rock star nigga Im gonna party
Got a party pack of pillz thats at least bout 40
ill pour dem in your hand like a bag of jelly beans
take two of these pillz call me in the morning
Fifty thousand pillz man Im so real
Three dollars for a pill thats a damn good deal

Ay wassup Gucci Mane. Why you sweatin so hard? Is you rollin or somethin.

Shit well baby I might be. But got damn what is you doin. You jockin a playa. You ch-Chewy ova here right. Look I aint K-Rab baby You know what I mean I'm not a piece of Bubblegum. What I'm doin is not your business. But matta of fact while you ova here is you a waitress or somethin? Cause the shit you got on make you look like you a waitress. So do what you do iight. Imma give you this hundred dollars. Go get you what ever you drankin. Bring me and click about ten of dem orange juices, five crunk juices nd we'll be straight how bout that. Aand is you straight is you single or is you marry.
Cause I might be, Bitch I might be, Bitch I might be, Bitch I might be YEEEAAAAAAAHHH

[No lyrics]

[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy) 2x]
I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searchin for bricks in my black tee (Crank It)
I kill in my black tee
I steal in my black tee
Im real so I gotta keep it trill in my black tee (O-kay-kay-kay)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
You can catch me all in a nigga house wit a black tee
Gucci Mane, lil flair got a million dollar mouthpiece
Black Tee, black rag, even got a black mask
Leavin out ya house, thirty pounds in my book bag
Black 'lac, black tag, fin' to hit a lick again
You a head bussa put yo hand wit yo fist den
Franchise hate me, probly wanna kill me
Remixed it wit Scrappy and now the hood feel me
Fresh on the scene wit the all black shirt
Gucci so gutta he'll steal money out ya purse
Lay up in ya yard, rob ya when ya go to church
Ya love white tees now ya face on the shirt
Black tee, black beat, trappin on the front street
Got a black pistol grip pump on the seat
Black tee, O.G., nigga don't approach me
Bubble gum wappin ass niggaz can't smoke me

[Verse 2: Bun B]
It's Bun B in his black tee & G in his black tee
Reppin UGK and BAT in his black tee
Pimp in his black tee, mack in his black tee
Free Pimp C on the back of his black tee
Gucci chain swangin on the front of his black tee
Cadillac swangin, smokin blunts in his black tee
Stunt in his black tee, Ball in his black tee
It ain jus me pimpin we all got a black tee

[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]
And I got a 1-2 Bun
Got 36 O's for the 2-1
Jeezy bout them green guys
Got H-town goin for the ten or fives
Im talkin cornflakes
Got inner tubes wrapped in black duck tape
Say it again dawg to make sure that ya heard me
Got my four-x black tee up under my jersey

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Killer Mike]
I got the all black Chevy on all black rims
Keep a small black gat in my all black Tims
On the all-black leather there's a all-black mack
Tryin to snatch get ya black ass blowed the fuck back
44 to ya torso 4 in ya hat
Kick doja to ya house n put it to a cataract
Gorillas wit banana clips goin monkey in the back
They'll put yo ass in that black box, laid out flat

[Verse 5: Jody Breeze]
Look I slang in my white but I bang in my black tee
Gucci on the front, Jody Breeze on the back street
Chillin by a black Cadillac on sum black feet
Scrappy in a Chevy watchin Scarface on the flat screen
Told yall constantly, ride wit the pump wit me
Yup in my black tee, wit the nine underneath
I aint gotta keep tellin yall niggaz ima G
Ima just cock back and leave sum blood on ya teeth

[Chorus]

[Verse 6: 4-Tre]
Im s-stainless in my black tee
Remainin in my black tee
On the grind cause I like to shine in my black tee
Diamond glistenin cross plus the background is a black tee
Thieve then come back sprayin rounds in my black tee
4-Tre, I want war in my black tee
Fuck them, probly neva wore a black tee
Workin in my black tee, smokin purple in my black tee
Im lookin for twelve all out yo curtain in my black tee

[Verse 7: Lil Scrappy]
Fuck a white tee, I got my black tee and vest on
Fuck a sturdy shot, I'm goin straight for the bread home
I don't know why yall niggaz dropped move b
Cause now Raheem'll show ya punk ass a tree
Bust nuts in my black tee, sluts in my black tee
Now I'm smokin nothin but blunts in my black tee
Saw me in Valve then tried to fight me
Jus the same monkey shawty don't take me lightly

[Chorus]

Gucci mane
Two Thangs
Trap House

Gucci Mane in da building (Gucci, Gucci)
Laflare, Big Kat (Laflare)
Say we got it like that (like that)
Everythang don't mean two thangs, watch this

[Hook]

Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use might mean two thangs [Repeat 3x]

Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use dont mean two thangs

Uhhhhh...

It ain't the way its da principle (uhh)
what kind of student make mo money than da principal
and I never made da Honor Roll (uhh)
But I'm in the lunch line with a honor Roll
U pumpin' iron in da weight room (uhh)
I'm on da grind got a nine in da weight room
and I never play softball (uhh)
but I always kept da hard and da soft balls
U doin math on da calculator (uhh)
I'm weighin slabs doin math on a calculator
and I ain't tryna to write no essays (uhh)
I'm tryna to get a hundred pounds for my eses
U tryna learn how ta speak spanish (uhh)
but my connect tryna teach me ta speak spanish
and U a monitor in da hallway (uhh)
I'm allday on da grind wit a 4-way

[Hook]

Uhh....

U da one who won da Spelling Bee (uhh)
I'm da first 3rd grader wit a felony
and I never was a teacher's pet (uhh)
I'm da one who went and stole da teacher's cigarettes
and I never went on field trips (uhh)
I'm at Walter's tryna buy me some stash slips
and I always been cut throat (uhh)
15 takin' big niggas starter coats
Laflare entertainment by myself (uhh)
but I used to have a high right, low left
gettin' money by da truck loads (uhh)
rollin up Big Fat el productos
before I drank V.S.O.P. Remy
I used to drank that MD 22
Woodgrain and reverse 8's (uhh)
Box Chevy trunk soudin' like a earthquake

[Hook]

Uhhhh....

I gotta give it to U raw man (uhh)
Cause I still keep a trunk full of raw
I'm a nigga from da block man (uhh)
In da club puttin down wit da block man
U probably gotta worka 9 to 5 (uhh)
I'm on da grind wit da nines for da 55
Bitch U a half of a 12 (uhh)
Low Key bucket tryna duck 12's
So what's up wit dem T-shirts (uhh)
I got a T-shirt tuck under my T-shirt
Better watch yo fuckin' tone man (uhh)
Cuz U know Gucci keep a tone man

[Hook]

Uhhh...

(Feat. Yatta Mann)

[Intro:]
Yeah, that boy Gucci
Got my nigga block in this bitch
East Atlanta's finest
E.C.T South!

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Early in the morning Nigga Imma be up
Imma be up, Imma be up;
Call Block or Gucci Mane when it's time to re-up
It's time to re-up It's time to re-up;
7:30 in the morning, Nigga we gon' be up
We gon' be up, we gon' be up;
Call Block or Gucci Mane when it's time to re-up
It's time to re-up, it's time to re-up;

[Verse 1: Yatta Mann]
Boys what it do?
Nigga getcha g's up
Dope man bitch!
Call me Mr.Re-Up
The kitchen smells like fish, the fish scale dog
1000 Grams at a time on the Digiscale ow!
.45 Mac
Rubber band stacks
Spent a Ѕ a mill wit Papi watch how fast I get it back
The dope boys love me
Taught'em how to cook
You whip it real hard, cold water, let it drop
The dope man bitch!
Sold bricks, sold rocks
100 thousand dollars, fell like I shot a cop
The dope man bitch!
Sold grams, sold white
Cook the work 10 minutes
Fiends gave me 5 pipes
New York nigga's love how I work that turn pipe
Got Micheal Jackson yay
Powder 10, but it cook white
I don't get nervous when I ride them highways
Dope man bitch!
Everyday is my birthday!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I got the city on lock!
Have you ever seen a million dollars in a Nike shoe box?
I can show you how to trap!
100 grand worth of cap
And I pray that my phone ain't tapped!
Nigga buy for the smell of it
Bought a hard top 6 and I sat it on spree's for the hell of it
7 on the dot!
Got some cain and its jumping out the pot!
I'm in the game so I give it all I got
To a million dollar spot
I got a rainbow Range same color as lean
Wit the matching rims on it, man that bitch so clean
Gotta skittle Drop Jag and a fruity Chevelle
If I drop the top back, bubble kush you gon' smell
Every flip I cop another whip
Every trap I cop another chain
Every play I cop another tool
What these nigga's know bout Gucci Mane?
Notta damn thang!
I'm icy, something like a polar bear
When your girl give me brain better hold her hair
100 Grand in the bag just to make you stare
Re-up wit the man
Gucci Mane Lil'Flap

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Go with our rental cars
Used to serve hard to Mountain Park;
Now I stand behind the burglar bars
Say Lil'Breeze best smoke ya gars;
I'm the hustler of the century
When you think of money mention me
I said my buddy get it to the key
From Arkansas to Tennessee
Every Brick, Pill. And every “P”
Some how it doesn't come from me
I'm on T.V gettin interviewed
Still got them thangs in the intertubes
8 grand for the good purp
A t-shirt, under my t-shirt
Aye lock it up, that's a bad word
You had to whip it till your wrist hurt
You shoulda holler'd at Gucci or Block
Got'chu a dime to a block
I'm knocked diamonds and I never stop
Disturbing cocaine; duckin cops

[Chorus]

24's on yo car yous a trap star,
If you known to buy the bar yous a trap star,
You got a watch on ya wrist yous a trap star,
You got ice around ya neck yous a trap star
[x2]

[Verse 1:]
Pimpin is the topic,
money is the object,
hataz gon' make me pull my gators out the closet,
tailor made outfit,
hollerin at a thick chick,
1 hour lata got her messin up her lipstick,
All the best in my clique,
how u hataz hate that?
ridin in a mayback,
headed to the racetrack,
sippin on konyak,
big fat dro sack,
seat layed back,
and actin like i'm all that,
tell me what you call that?
tell me where yo broad at?
chillin wit a mack throwback wit a strawhat,
hataz mean mug me,
girls wanna hug me,
everything's lovely,
tippin on bubbley,
pull up at the club, valet park the car,
fell of in the club then i bought the bar,
girls choose me cause ima superstar,
they takin snap shots of my entourage,

24's on yo car yous a trap star,
If you known to buy the bar yous a trap star,
You got a watch on ya wrist yous a trap star,
You got ice around ya neck yous a trap star
[x2]

[Verse 2:]
I'm the grind man, pine man,
dro man, jive man, power man, die man, dope man, coat man, snow man, slick man, trick man, trap man, hit man, big man,
come and gucci man,
peal man, brick man, po' man, rich man, dub man, lick man, weed man, soft man, pimp man, boss man, stunt man, killa man, fresh man, next man, better wear a vest man,
yo boy, dough boy,
brought down to no boy,
neva been a hoe boy,
know to rock the show boy,
dough boy, glow boy, lover boy, pretty boy, city boy, country boy,
neva been a monkey boy,
jack boys, crack boys, dope boys, trap boys,
see me in the club,shawty call me throwback boy,
black boys, black toys, eatlin like the fat boys,
gucci on tha track boy,
how u love dat boy?

24's on yo car yous a trap star,
If you known to buy the bar yous a trap star,
You got a watch on ya wrist yous a trap star,
You got ice around ya neck yous a trap star
[x2]

[Verse 3:]
I'm ridin through the city in a escalade,
it's friday night the J's just got paid,
left the barber shop wit a real tight fade,
hit tha car wash let my rims get sprayed
i'm fresher than fresh,
i'm sharper that sharp,
my rims still spinnin but my car is parked,
it's after dark, we left the park,
i gotta blunt of dro rolled up this far,
everybody know me im the a10c, ask my boy ZT,
too hot for radio or mtv, tell BET to come and see Gucci,
im a trap star, ghetto celebrity, pretty girls wanna get in bed with me,
and these pretty girls wanna give head to me, but these pretty girls gotta bring bread to me.

24's on yo car yous a trap star,
If you known to buy the bar yous a trap star,
You got a watch on ya wrist yous a trap star,
You got ice around ya neck yous a trap star
[x2]

[No lyrics]

Yeah Yeah [x2]
She A Very Freaky Girl Dont Bring Her To Mamma
First You Get Her Name Then You Get Her Number
Then You Get Some Brain In The Front Seat Of
The Hummer Then You Get Some Brain In The Front
Seat Of The Hummer

Let Me Set The Record Straight Hater You
Participate Three Girls Wit Me Like Im Goin
On Elemidate Say You Got A Man But Ya Man Aint
Here The Ice In Ma Ear Shine Like A Shandaleer
Jumpin Out The Phantom Dont You Think Im Handsom
Watch On Ma Wrist Cost More Than A Mansion Bet
Cha Baby-Daddy Aint Icin Like The Kid Be Got
Cha Baby Momma Front Seat Of The Faraee

She A Very Freaky Girl Dont Bring Her To Mamma
First You Get Her Name Then You Get Her Number
Then You Get Some Brain In The Front Seat Of The
Hummer Then You Get Some Brain In The Front Seat
Of The Hummer

Gucci Mane The Fly Baby Im That Guy Girls
Eyeballs Pop When I Ride By My Money Long
As A Lemo Just To Show Off I Put Ma Wrist
Out The Window Ride Thru The Six Lil Kids
Scream Bingo Fell Off In The Spot Light
Aye Let's Migle Then The Dj Play Ma New Single
The Club Got Crazy All The Hoes Went Phsyco

Dont Be Deceded Girl I Know You Here Girl I
Know Ya Secret Girl But Im Gon Keep It Girl
Oh You's A College Girl Be A Gucci Girl Oh
You A Gucci Fan Let's Go To Gucci Land You
Diggin Gucci Man Cause Only Cuchi Can Drop
A Stack Pop You Back Wit A Rubberband You
Diggin Gucci Gucci Let's Do The Cuchi Cuchi
Oh That's You Girlfriend Why Dont You Introduce Me

[No lyrics]