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Letras:Young Jeezy. By The Way.

[Spoken:]
YEAH
Just call Me young
My money grown doe
Ha ha let's go...
Ha ha ha YOUNG you already know what time it is
Let's go

[Chorus:]
Said I'm young by the way
The one by the way
I ain't trippin' I just do this Sh*t for fun by the way
The truth by the way
The proof by the way
Mr. run 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 told 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 nigga's just like donuts
My cream be crispy these nigga's can't get me they must be
The wrong size cause these nigga's can't fit me
Neva let em play me neva let em bullsh*t me
If they eva bullsh*t me send the coroners to get me
And when the coroner come get's me I'm a take you pu**ies with me
I ain't trustin' 12 shoots you know I keep them choppers with me
And I don't trust you dum dah cluds you know I keep them Shotta's with me
Can't let the goons get bored gotta keep them nigga's 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?

[Chorus]

[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 stright 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 nigga's 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

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
I turned a brick into a clotheing line a boost commerical
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 box left I think I need more soda
Hustlein' since I was ten still ain't met SoSa
I just got this thing in it's too big for a holsta
They say I'm bipola so indicisive
So mutha fu*kin' what I know some bit*ches who like it
The real nigga's recite it The real bit*hes they love it
It's just the way that I thug it it's what they want I'm like fu*k it

[Chorus]