Jeezy describes who he rolls with and what he’s about. He’s a gangsta who makes trap music that people in the streets ride to.[Intro]

Yeah hey motherfucking business here nigga

Yeah all you hating ass niggas

With your sneak dissing niggas

I see that you don't get your own

It's gon' get you hurt nigga

If you a hater and you know it fuck you

Y'all not rapping ass bitches

I rather listen to your instrumentals nigga

Haha bitch ass nigga (do something) do somethin' nigga see these

[Verse One]

I'm here now, you old news

Gotta couple Porsche trucks, couple old schools

I'll line your ass up, push your tape backwards

Cuz I'm a real nigga and I don't like rappers

And that ain't this and this ain't that

And bitch I'm strapped

Fuck wit real niggas that'll cut ya throat

And they don't drink Pepsi, they just sell Coke

All I do is talk blow its like my brain on drugs

See me out nigga I do my thang in clubs

Listen up Jeezy gotta a little riddle

Stack up 20-dollar bills two bands in the middle

[Hook]

All the gangstas they gon' ride to this

They gon' grind to this

They gon' shine to this

This is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, and

This is gangsta music

All the hustlers they gon' ride to this

They gon' grind to this

They gon' shine to this

This is hustler music, this is hustler music

This is hustler music

And this is hustler music

[Verse Two]

We don't talk on the phones 'cause it might stick

Gotta play for the 7 call it Mike Vick

Dirty birds nigga, we play wit them falcons

Know some niggas in the Decatur that pay for them falcons (That's right!)

Talking young hungry niggas eat your whole plate

Jeezy place the order niggas eat your whole face

You got me misconstrued, all fucked up

Jump out hit the switch light your ass up

Carbon 15 wit the hundred round drum

Got plenty for any nigga think he wants some

We don't leave 'em at the house we bring 'em out (bring 'em out)

My chain for your life - we can swap it out

[Hook]

All the gangstas they gon' ride to this

They gon' grind to this

They gon' shine to this

This is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, and

This is gangsta music

All the hustlers they gon' ride to this

They gon' grind to this

They gon' shine to this

This is hustler music, this is hustler music

This is hustler music

And this is hustler music

[Verse Three]

The hoes love my voice; make they pussy moist

Certified G shit and I'm the gangsta's choice

Niggas popping off, I hope they bullet proof

Leave holes in you the size of a sunroof

Mac-11 in the club and a snub nose

Swear to God I'll knock you niggas out your fucking clothes

Lay your ass flat like a doormat

Niggas asking for but they ain't want that

In the rap game takin' niggas clientele

White ones like the powder that I used to sell

Give a fuck about a playa hater

Hit 'em wit the tool flush his whole radiator

[Hook]

All the gangstas they gon' ride to this

They gon' grind to this

They gon' shine to this

This is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, and

This is gangsta music

All the hustlers they gon' ride to this

They gon' grind to this

They gon' shine to this

This is hustler music, this is hustler music

This is hustler music

And this is hustler music