Lyrics Young Jeezy

Young Jeezy

Run DMC

Run DMC, Run DMC

If I'm riding low-key I got that D on me

And nigga we don't care

Cause nigga life ain't fair

They go for 30 a piece

We sell them hoes by the pair

(Snow! Snow! Snow!)

Stay on the creep

So how you gonna stick up the stick-up man?

.357 to the tooth, bitch, I hope you picked up a dental plan

Got that ocho cinco, 5 for 250 grams

Throw that heron straight from New York in my nigga's minivan

Excuse me Mr. Officer, I've been thinking about popping ya

So you better not search this car

I'm so hot I'm off the thermometer

Fuck the Feds, I promise ya

I won't go back to jail

Seem like every time a nigga try to make a sale

These bitches go back and tell. This shit is

Fresh off the scale

White bitch, them bricks in the M3

When I'm done breaking down this dope

I'mma beat that shit like an MP

They wanna murk me for $10G

That shit don't offend me

Nigga I had stripes before this rap shit

I run D and I MC

Run DMC, Run DMC

If I'm riding low-key I got that D on me

And nigga we don't care

Cause nigga life ain't fair

They go for 30 a piece

We sell them hoes by the pair

{Snow! Snow! Snow!)

I don't even use the door, I just pull in the garage

Tony Montana shit, look like a mirage

Put the yay on the counter , bout to give it a massage

I whip them bitches two at a time - yeah, a menage

Car full of bags, lookin like I've been shopping

Vic across the street, I think that motherfucker's watching

Oh well! Gotta eat - it's where I cook at

It's a cooking channel - give a nigga something to look at

If I'm riding all day, this what my neighbors just told me

6-8 for the nine, bitch my neighbors might owe me

Riding so dirty made the bird take a bath

But when it dried off it was a bird and a half

Run DMC, Run DMC

If I'm riding low-key I got that D on me

And nigga we don't care

Cause nigga life ain't fair

They go for 30 a piece

We sell them hoes by the pair

{Snow! Snow! Snow!)