[Hook: Young Jeezy]
1 n***** down, 2 n***** run it
Game and the snowman, 100 miles and gunning
Here come the paramedics!
It goes 1 for the money, 2 for the dough
On the count of 3, n***** kicking at your door
Here come the paramedics!
It goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 n***** run it
Game and the snowman, 100 miles and gunning
Here come the paramedics!
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Here come the pain! I've got a name
Ever since an adolescent I've been deep in the game
All I need is more weed, a little something for the pain
So good like a hook from T-Pain
They say you're nobody til somebody kills you
I say "go be somebody, even if it kills you.."
They say "death smells like bad a** weave"
Another watch, another chain: last thing a n**** needs
I swear to God, a couple right by the night stand
Clip my half a hundred, case another hundred grand
And get some rest when your conscious keep waking ya
The evil kicks in and them demons start shaking ya
Every night, dude, I wake up in a cold sweat
Get dressed and hit the club in a cold vest
God d***, girl, you so s**y, cold s***
But why they still riding to your old s***?
Party by the beat, all still riding with ya
Party by the big riders, still siding with ya
Party by the real n***** still hustling to ya
I know you're here in the day, ain't nothing to ya
They say pictures worth about a thousand words
These n***** talking like they really worth a thousand birds
Here come the paramedics, b**** I done told you
When n***** calling beef, it's for the tofu
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Game]
See us riding like some mobsters, with the trunk full of choppers
Give a n**** a couple shots, and I ain't talking about vodka
Hanging out the sunroof, Snowman driving
n**** live through these shots: Put his a** on Survivor!
Fresh up at the trap, I ain't never been a rat
Get cheese like a mouse, so I'm honest throwing stack
Let you suckers make it rain, I'll make it Katrina
And pile all them hoes in the back of my Beemer
Hit the freeway, b**ping "Ghetto Boys", with the V12 steaming
Top down, in the rain, California dreaming
I'd be lying if I said I still flip birds
...Well n**** I still flip birds!
Word to the doors on this ? I'm sitting on
Ain't a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't s******* on
Who else you know s*** out Benjamins, and p*** Patron?
Put Michael Buffer between us, and let's get it on!
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Game]
(Hey Snowman, these n***** hustling backwards
I'mma pull the K out, and turn em back around)
Look, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that b**** down?
Tell the truth, it's me n****, ain't nobody else around
Jeezy said it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather
My ? the best pound for pound, like Mayweather
Undisputed: I never lost a brick
UPS, FedEx and duct tape to a b****
Put her a** on that greyhound
Tell that ho to stay down
Sleep the first 48, and wake up in the A-Town
Give a f*** about a b****
Die for the paper, hustle relentless
n****, I take the sky from a scraper
The Gerber out a baby mouth, the fire out of Satan's house
These rappers turned saints, we pull them f****** gauges out
Black Tims kicking in the door, at your lady house
He at the strip club, well f*** it, we gon wait it out
You tipped him off, so now all the K's is out
We ?, shot him down from the neighbor's house
[Hook]
1 n***** down, 2 n***** run it
Game and the snowman, 100 miles and gunning
Here come the paramedics!
It goes 1 for the money, 2 for the dough
On the count of 3, n***** kicking at your door
Here come the paramedics!
It goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 n***** run it
Game and the snowman, 100 miles and gunning
Here come the paramedics!
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Here come the pain! I've got a name
Ever since an adolescent I've been deep in the game
All I need is more weed, a little something for the pain
So good like a hook from T-Pain
They say you're nobody til somebody kills you
I say "go be somebody, even if it kills you.."
They say "death smells like bad a** weave"
Another watch, another chain: last thing a n**** needs
I swear to God, a couple right by the night stand
Clip my half a hundred, case another hundred grand
And get some rest when your conscious keep waking ya
The evil kicks in and them demons start shaking ya
Every night, dude, I wake up in a cold sweat
Get dressed and hit the club in a cold vest
God d***, girl, you so s**y, cold s***
But why they still riding to your old s***?
Party by the beat, all still riding with ya
Party by the big riders, still siding with ya
Party by the real n***** still hustling to ya
I know you're here in the day, ain't nothing to ya
They say pictures worth about a thousand words
These n***** talking like they really worth a thousand birds
Here come the paramedics, b**** I done told you
When n***** calling beef, it's for the tofu
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Game]
See us riding like some mobsters, with the trunk full of choppers
Give a n**** a couple shots, and I ain't talking about vodka
Hanging out the sunroof, Snowman driving
n**** live through these shots: Put his a** on Survivor!
Fresh up at the trap, I ain't never been a rat
Get cheese like a mouse, so I'm honest throwing stack
Let you suckers make it rain, I'll make it Katrina
And pile all them hoes in the back of my Beemer
Hit the freeway, b**ping "Ghetto Boys", with the V12 steaming
Top down, in the rain, California dreaming
I'd be lying if I said I still flip birds
...Well n**** I still flip birds!
Word to the doors on this ? I'm sitting on
Ain't a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't s******* on
Who else you know s*** out Benjamins, and p*** Patron?
Put Michael Buffer between us, and let's get it on!
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Game]
(Hey Snowman, these n***** hustling backwards
I'mma pull the K out, and turn em back around)
Look, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that b**** down?
Tell the truth, it's me n****, ain't nobody else around
Jeezy said it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather
My ? the best pound for pound, like Mayweather
Undisputed: I never lost a brick
UPS, FedEx and duct tape to a b****
Put her a** on that greyhound
Tell that ho to stay down
Sleep the first 48, and wake up in the A-Town
Give a f*** about a b****
Die for the paper, hustle relentless
n****, I take the sky from a scraper
The Gerber out a baby mouth, the fire out of Satan's house
These rappers turned saints, we pull them f****** gauges out
Black Tims kicking in the door, at your lady house
He at the strip club, well f*** it, we gon wait it out
You tipped him off, so now all the K's is out
We ?, shot him down from the neighbor's house
[Hook]