Reintroduction - Young Jeezy

Ha Ha!

Ay nigga, so motherfuckin' comfortable right now, nigga

I ain’t even at the top of my game yet

DRAM!

Man these 6-figure checks ain’t enough for me

I still feel like a intern

HA HA HA!

Fuck wrong with these niggas man?

Like I say, you tough ass niggas out there talking reckless, man

It’s not a problem, we solve those

But I’ma tell you this nigga

You can only play one role in this movie, nigga

You got to play the star

Cuz the bully get wrote out the script, HA HA!

Niggas financially embarrassed, nigga

Told you Trap or Die, you didn’t trap?

Kill yaself, HA HA!

Allow me to reintroduce myself, my name is Young

Smoke a ounce a day, nigga, I stay high

I guess even back then you can call me, CEO of that CTE OH!

Fresh out them glass pots into them Chevy’s

I be the trap stars number one supplier

Nightmares of indictment papers reading my name

A hunned thou cash, dropped it all on my chain

That’s right, Snow

And that’s in May and

The game’s been over, you niggas still playin'

Fuck rap niggas, we run laps around 'em

Motherfuck a precinct, we build traps around 'em

Niggas tryna kill me, boy, I’m ready to die

Life After Death, who needs the stress?

Just mad cuz I got rich and kept it so hood

You niggas ain’t my friends, you just pretend real good

As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster

(Gangsta Grillz you bastards!)

You see being a ganster was better than being president of the United States,

It meant being somebody in a neighborhood that was full of nobodies,

They weren’t like anybody else, I mean, they did whatever they wanted,

they double-parked in front of a hydrant and nobody ever gave 'em a ticket

Coach K ain’t lie

I done came through the trap in everything this fly (Ha HA!)

You see my swag, yeah, I walk like a trap star

Real street nigga, not at all a rap star

They can lock me up, but I’m still the same crook

You can change the page, but it’s still the same book (AY!)

I’m good with the words

But I’m better with the birds

I’m nice with the Glock

But I’m great with the K (YEEEEEAH!)

Four and a half, nigga, two and a quarter (AY!)

We got 'em right here, nigga, place ya order

White girl, yeah, I kept that bitch

Straight drop, nigga, yeah, I kept that shit (Let's get it!)

They just mad cuz they got to respect us

These niggas ain’t gangstas, they more like detectives (Daaaaamn)

I keep one in the chamber till it’s on (Ay!)

Either love me, or leave me alone