Mr. Lee - Get Throwed lyrics

[Intro] Smoke somethin', b**h UGK, hold up, talkin bout, uhh [Verse 1: Pimp C] Pimp C P.A. Trill n***a Polo f** that Hilfiger Made myself a ghetto star On the slab, sippin barre Smokin' weed, selling white Them other n***as sh** don't come back right That's how n***as get popped Trying to get the cheaper price Watch yo' paper, guard your life Cause most these n***as ain't livin right Keep yo' pistol, f** a fight Cause n***as out here jack every night I keep my mind on my money n***a f** the fame Big face hun'erds, keepin the game Hittin the corner in the candy thang Sittin on leather, grippin the grain [Hook: Z-Ro + (Young Jeezy)] Good weed, good drink, big money, mayne - (AYE!) Rollin in somethin' foreign, on leather grippin grain (YEEEAH!) I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed [Verse 2: Bun B] Well I came in the door, I said it befo' I never f** a ho without head no more I never pour up with nothing less than a four And I smoke cigars, it ain't just for the show I'm blessed from the do', and known for my stidile I send a n***a baby mamma home with a smidile You can have the b**h n***a, I ain't sentimental Smoke weed and freestyle, no instrumental Been out, lived through the wicked streets of P.A Motherf** the judge, prosecutor and the DA Head to the H, where the hoes will f** three way Two way, four way, anyway the Pro say Never hear a ho say no I won't, no I can't Stop it and no I don't Cause a b**h know that I might just explode And slap her in the face with a pie a la mode Cause a n***a gettin throwed [Hook - repeat 2X] [Young Jeezy - over Hook] You already know what it is, n***a Snowman, 16.5 a piece, n***a, USDA [Verse 3: Young Jeezy] I grind hard (grind hard) and play harder (play harder) Break out the pot (YUP) heat up the water (DAMN!) Swear to God the minivan do tricks Hit the brakes, hit the lights and voila, there go them bricks Slide through the hood (HOOD!) sittin on some big wheels n***as coppin white and turn flips like cartwheels Trapstar, my Nextel chirp all day (AYE!) Ridin' dirty, three nines and a four way (G-YEEEAH!) [Hook] [Jay-Z - over Hook] Big money, mayne - we only ride the best This one and only big homie Tried to told you I'm thug, ha [Verse 4: Jay-Z] In something foreign I'm tourin on foreign land Worldwide I'm known for the Arm & Hamm- -Er, murder the streets, I'm a wanted man (But the flow's like dope) So it's on again Started with the block, hit it brick by brick Then I charted with the ROC n***a, hit by hit I'm retarded with the Glock n***a, clip by clip The competition is none, they deceased to exist Let it breathe a little bit He's off his rocker, he's a lil schitz' Throwed like a football, Hov' used to cook raw Now I got the game sewn like granny's good shawl Sure, y'all n***as want war Y'all got it backwards, y'all should want raw Y'all should want more (and more, and more - uhh!) [Hook - repeat 2X]