[Verse 1 - Young Jeezy]
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I said, I'm +Corporate Thuggin+
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C-T-E!!
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Until the day I die, dat's the way it's gon' be
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Thug Motivation, I'm bumpin' in my 3
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Blowin' on some killa shit dat I got from Zone 3
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Blowin' Orange Mile, yeah we call it Tennessee
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I'm good in err' hood, err' body know me
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So don't wake me up, I swear to God I'm dreamin'
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Pray fo' Uncle Ray, yeah dat nigga still beamin'
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Lookin' fly in the cock pit, a nigga still leanin'
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Money out here, so a nigga still schemin'
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And I don't make music, but the muthafuckin' critics
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They don't understand 'cause they ain't muthafuckin' livin' it
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And I ain't trippin' on +The Source+, I got a muthafuckin' +plug+
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Keepin' 5 mics, I'm still a mothafuckin' thug
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Now, the question is - CAN A NIGGA REALLY RAP?
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And they ask you - IS YOU EVA BEEN TO THE TRAP?
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Bitch I make hits, you niggas waste time
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And I be Goddamn if I let chu waste mine
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Like change fo' the betta, but I'm still strapped
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Trigga-happy nigga, don't make me relapse
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Attitude like "Fuck It!" - they hatin' anyway
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And I can give a fuck what a nigga gotta say
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YOU STILL TALKIN' BLOW? - YOU GOD DAMN RIGH!
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What else I'm gon' say dat's my mu'fuckin' life
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I just left Jamaica I'm talkin' Nachos Rios
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Sippin' margaritas on the beach in my Adidas
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Brought a few pills but dats only fo' the skeezas
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Used my black car but dat's only fo' the reefa
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Wussuh! (Let's go)
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[Chorus]
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Not a day go by, dat I ain't high
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Hit the mall err'day, nigga I stay fly
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26 inches, yeah I'm sittin' up high
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And I'ma keep it hood, hommie dat's no lie
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Not a day go by, dat I ain't high
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Hit the mall err'day, nigga I stay fly
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Get it how we live, yeah we try to get by
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We throw it all in the air, baby dat's no lie
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Wussuh!
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[Verse 2 - Blood Raw]
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Blood Raw! Everybody love me (Yay-Uh!!)
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Blowin' on Jamaica, the boy +Corporate Thuggin+
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Glasses in the air, everybody toastin'
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Gettin' fucked up nigga, everybody totin' (Oooh)
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Posted wit a broad, yeah she blacka then an African (Yeah)
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Hair down her back, like she mixed wit Italian (Haha..)
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Mamii so thick, man she look like a stallion
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Introduced her to my patna - yeah it's on, so what's happenin'
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[Verse 3 - Slick Pulla]
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Wha's hann'in!
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Dead presidents (Ch'yah!), brief-case full of 'em
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Couldn't take a chance, we do it fo' the love of 'em (C'monn!)
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Livin' life fast (Yah!), we do it fo' the rush of it
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Rubberband stacks, we do it fo' the touch of it (Okayye!)
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This shit don't stop (Stop!)
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Corporate Thuggin' nigga 'till my casket drop (Yah!)
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Yams in the booth did the same on the block
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Don't blame me, I'm just trynna get a knot (Nah!)
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U-S-D-AYE!
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[Chorus]
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Corporate Thuggin'
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Young Jeezy |