Preach (feat. Rick Ross & Young Jeezy) [Remix]

(Keep it real with your dawgs no matter what)

My uncle back there

Look at all the work he did

Shawty got a man

Topic of the work we in

Topic of the gossip at the nail shop (Rich ****)

A lotta traffic time to get another mailbox

Trap bumpin' could another go to Hell Bob?

Call the case and sold the brick outside the jailhouse

Outside of the jailhouse

Outside of the jailhouse

Gon' be, that's why you suckers we don't bear to live

We in the corner with them killers on me, hell yeah

Honey **** but all it took him was one Glock

Gang signs and all you heard was the gun shots (Bang)

Now you wanna do the duck walk

Candy paint got me lookin' like duck sauce

Ten piece, shawty, and I run the game

Double it and work more than 200 things

Keep it real with your dawg no matter what

(Preach)

Same bitch to claim she love you she done set you up

(Preach)

Out here in these streets there ain't no such thing as love

(Preach)

The only thing I trust is this pistol and these slugs

(Preach)

Real **** shit, only what I do and speak

If that **** don't work, then he a fuckin' leech

(Preach)

I ain't got shit for a ****, ain't nothing in this muthafuckin' world free

(Preach)

I don't fuck with these ****, cause they shady

These bitches, they just wanna have my baby

Born in the 80s, crack baby

Mama, she was in the streets, so guess who raised me

(The streets ****)

You muthafuckin' right

Couldn't get it from my mama, so I got it off the block

Been working my whole life, but I ain't never punched a clock

Nine years old I seen them **** get shot, damn

**** quick to run their mouth when they get jammed

Pussy-ass **** telling on his own fam (Pussy)

Same **** that you break your neck for

Be the same **** that cross you out and wet you up

'Sposed to be chasin' money, but you chasin' bitches

Real bosses don't talk, we just sit back and listen

Stack that paper up, and then make boss moves

She like to argue so I sent that bitch to law school

Keep it real with your dawg no matter what

(Preach)

Same bitch to claim she love you, she done set you up

(Preach)

Out here in these streets there ain't no such thing as love

(Preach)

The only thing I trust is this pistol and these slugs

(Preach)

Real **** shit, only what I do and speak

If that **** don't work, then he a fuckin' leech

(Preach)

I ain't got shit for a ****, ain't nothing in this muthafuckin' world free

(Preach)

I don't trust no **** or bitch

Stick to the code, stay focused, get rich

I'm 'bout to make this Arm & Hammer with this Holy Water

I'm talkin' four in a bed, guess the yayo had a daughter

From the lock to the shop

I told 'em cut the head off

You know I'm 'bout to ball

'Till the Fed cut your bread off

Let me take a second

And walk around in wood, ho

Yeah, that's one for Memphis

Talkin' runnin' woods ho

If you're prayin' for my fall, you deserve to see my ballin'

Chain lookin' like it came from Bourbon Street, New Orleans

Keep your frenemies close

Keep that 40. cal closer

They call me Jeezy Montana when I call that white bullshit

'Till that dick **** fall in love with a pussy

**** call me

I got no love for the pussy

Green for the money, all my dawg wants in

First to put a hundred thousand

And I'm sure judging

Keep it real with your dawg no matter what

(Preach)

Same bitch to claim she love you she done set you up

(Preach)

Out here in these streets there ain't no such thing as love

(Preach)

The only thing I trust is this pistol and these slugs

(Preach)

Real **** shit, only what I do and speak

If that **** don't work, then he a fuckin' leech

(Preach)

I ain't got shit for a ****, ain't nothing in this muthafuckin' world free

(Preach)

(Cross my heart and hope to die ****)

(Put my hand on the motherfuckin' Bible ****)

(Always keep it one thousand, ****)

(Like the whole thing)

(Yeah)

(No scale, we sell it retail)

(**** fuck the P.O., we like, fuck jail)

(You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

(Preach ****)

(Amen)