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    Song Lyrics / Y / Young Jeezy / By The Way Lyrics
    Just call me young
    My money grown doe, by the way
    Ha ha, let's go
    Ha ha ha, Young, you already know what time it is
    Let's go

    Said I'm young by the way, the one by the way
    I ain't trippin' I just do this shit for fun by the way
    The truth by the way, the proof by the way
    Mr. Front up on me know I'm gonna shoot by the way
    I said it's on by the way, I'm in the zone by the way
    You can call me Mr. Get 'Em gone by the way
    I did it by the way, I was with it by the way
    I talk it like I did it cause I lived it by the way

    [Verse 1]
    What ya say Young
    The boy might go nut's, puttin' holes in niggas just like donuts
    My cream be crispy, these niggas can't get me
    They must be the wrong size cause these niggas can't fit me
    Never let 'em play me, never let 'em bullshit me
    If they ever bullshit me, send the coroners to get me
    And when the coroner come get's me, I'm a take you pussies with me
    I ain't trustin' 12 shoots, you know I keep them choppers with me
    And I don't trust you dum-ah-cluts, you know I keep them shotta's with me
    Can't let the goons get bored, got to keep them niggas busy
    And I ain't trustin' no body, so I took my money with me
    Cause last time they got me get me get me


    [Verse 2]
    Stay on it by the way, I want it by the way
    Take it to ya mama's mama house where everybody stay
    Where everybody sleep, leave everybody sleep
    Have a baby by who, that's everybody's freak
    Baby like a drycleaners, done seen everybodys sheets
    Take 'em straight to the hood, let everybody eat
    I went down they went down, now everybody cheap
    Or should I say cheaper maybe even lower
    Ya'll niggas gettin' missed if ya'll talk any slower
    Then ya flow a be screwed, now that a be rude
    I demand my respect, plus I gotta sack
    Had the Westside crackin' ask about in the map


    [Verse 3]
    I turned a brick into a clothing, line a boost commercial
    And they still talkin' young, so who's commercial
    Young like Noah I move them birds by the two
    Daddy need to smoke, the coupe need a pair of shoes
    I keep my A.I. on still won't cross over
    I gotta half a box left I think I need more soda
    Hustlin'' since I was ten still ain't met Sosa
    I just got this thing in it's too big for a holster
    They say I'm bipolar so indecisive
    So muthafuckin' what I know some bitches who like it
    The real niggas recite it, the real bitches they love it
    It's just the way that I thug it it's what they want I'm like fuck it


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