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[Intro/Hook - Young Jeezy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don’t think they know the
time
I don’t think they know the time
I don’t think they know the time
I
don’t think they know the time
I don’t think they know the time
Heard the streets
fucked up, I can see the sign
Heard they going for the 30 straight
I can’t lie, man
that shit got me .38
Red hot, on fire
Glass pot, on fire
Red dot, on fire 5 shots, on fire

[Verse 1 - Young Jeezy]
Uh oh, your boy's back
And
he way too flashy, got my toys back
Nigga I just left the lot, I ain't come to play
He
pull me for my dealer tag, fuck you tryin' to say
Know some niggas doing 10, blame it on the
yay
Clip hold a half a hundred, blame it on the K
Still the realest nigga in it, these
niggas CB4
This is "Fuck A Nigga" records, and I’m the CEO
Got them stacked long and
wide like some Lego blocks
This ain't even my real home, this my Lego spot
You ever
seen so much money in a duffle bag?
Soon as you open up the zipper, bitch the duffle brag
[Hook - Young Jeezy]
I don’t think they know the time
Heard the streets
fucked up, I can see the sign
Heard they going for the 30 straight
I can’t lie, man
that shit got me .38
Red hot, on fire
Glass pot, on fire
Red dot, on fire 5 shots, on fire

[Young Jeezy – Verse 2]
I’m in that purple Lamb’,
looking like some dirty Sprite
Catchin' passes with them birds, yeah that Roddy White Where I’m from them things hot, and that talk is cheap
And ain't nobody hearin' shit,
cause they trying to eat
All they can eat, buffet style
Nigga sellin' anything, buffet
wild
DB9 stupid grill, yeah that overbite
Need me 9 stupid deals, this shit is
overpriced
Got it vacuum sealed up, that’s to hide the scent
So much that if they
pull you over, smell it through the vent
If them peoples hit the lights, I be a nervous
wreck
When you don’t fear nothin' but the lights, now that’s a nervous check
[Hook - Young Jeezy]

[Verse 3 - Freddie Gibbs]
That black tee with them
nice hoodies
The ski mask is my uniform
You know I heard your homies don't like
them
If they the right price I might go shootin' 'em for you
Take ya hickies out and
you ok
Niggas took a stand on that dope case
Got murked out chillin' at a bird
house
Shoulda seen the look on that ho face
When we kicked the doors off the hinge Niggas that don't know walled out to win
Six feet deep when you catch a nigga 'sleep in
the streets
Man I bet he won't doze off again
Niggas took a Chevy and blowed off the
lid
Show a hundred pounds and balled off the bitch
A couple hundred shots will hold
off the picks
'Til my homeboy Will get home off his bid
I'mma still do stickups Two Mossberg pumps in the pickup
Everybody keep your cool cause if anybody move The bust shots will tear your whole clique up
Niggas get rushed out the ambulance lift
up, lift off
Face in his ribcage, ripped off
Niggas tax 30 badges for the 36 I'd rather rob and steal than flip soft I'mma stay on...fire

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Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing

Songwriters: JENKINS, JAY / KEARNEY, ANTOINE