YEEEAH~! Machine Gun
Yeah! Jeezy
I dont gang bang, ho I just gang bang these hoes
And I keep like eight Js rolled then I face em after my shows
And I got your main thing bro on my dang-a-lang where she swang and hang like an orangutan
But you dont really wanna follow me cuz every one of my boys bang-a-rang
Cocaine , cocaine , my skin white like cocaine 
Marked up like them old trains but I keep it hood with this lo mein 
Propane, propane, spark that shit like propane
On the Eastside is my domain and I kick more shit than Liu Kang
Hold on, shut up, who remembers my come up?
Who remembers my broke ass when I had no food for my stomach?
Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G?
Cuz I dont remember them bitches but them hoes remember me
Hold about two phones, I dont call shit , Wild boy cuz I start shit 
Rager cuz I mosh pit and this a stands for anarchist 
My heart is Antarctic, burn one and get car sick
Floating like a carpet bitch Im higher than the starship 
Tatted up so I cant work, you would think I got paid first
Beat that pussy out the frame, you would think that bitch gave birth
All these sins, you would think that I hate church
Said Thou shalt not steal, but fuck that, Ill take her
Hold on, shut up, who remembers my come up?
Who remembers my broke ass when I had no food for my stomach?
Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G?
Cuz I dont remember them bitches but them hoes remember me
Now hold on, shut up, hold on, shut up
Hold on, shut up, hold on, shut up
Yeah, who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G?
Cuz I dont remember them bitches but them hoes remember me
Chea, its the world, look
I don’t remember these hoes, I don’t remember these niggas
Fuck niggas, bitches too, all I see is these figures
I got Versace on, that Versace lights
I ain’t seeing these niggas
Chances is, chances are, I raised three outta three of these niggas
Look, all bark, no bite
All rap, no white
But she wants her friends, to get with my friends, so we can be friends, well alright
Machine gun, we got one, machine gun I got one
See me, I’m a real nigga, probably mad at me cause he not one
Straight choppin’ music, no bite
Eighteen dwarf niggas, Snow White
You can bet a nigga, if I said it nigga, ten out of ten, it’s no white
Tell me what’s not to love, why hate?
Want a real answer nigga, and I’ll wait
Treat my ‘rari like I’m in a roller derby
Put the shoes on and I skate
Say you don’t like me, nigga, you know me, nigga?
See a sound of me, that’s hate
Say you wanna rap about it, wanna talk about it, and ain’t live the shit, that’s fake
Say it’s coming back and this locking up sound like to me, that’s flake
Say you don’t rock with me, you don’t fuck with me
Stay the fuck around me, that’s great
Hold up
Hold on, shut up, who remembers my come up?
Who remembers my broke ass when I had no food for my stomach?
Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G?
Cuz I dont remember them bitches but them hoes remember me
Now hold on, shut up, hold on, shut up
Hold on, shut up, hold on, shut up
Yeah, who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G?
Cuz I dont remember them bitches but them hoes remember me
Hold on, shut up, who remembers my come up?
Who remembers my broke ass when I had no food for my stomach?
Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G?
Cuz I dont remember them bitches but them hoes remember me
Now hold on, shut up, hold on, shut up
Hold on, shut up, hold on, shut up
Yeah, who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G?
Cuz I dont remember them bitches but them hoes remember me
Now hold on