Paramedics

[Hook: Young Jeezy]

2 niggas down, 2 niggas run it

Call me snowman, 100 miles and gunning

Here come the paramedics!

It goes 1 for the money, 2 for the dough

All you got is 3 niggas kicking at your door

Here come the paramedics!

It goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it

Call me snowman, 100 miles and gunning

Here come the paramedics!

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]

Here come the pain! I've got a name

Ever since an adolescent I've been deep in the game

All I need is more weed, a little something for the pain

So good like a hook from T-Pain

They say you're nobody til somebody kills you

I say "go be somebody, even if it kills you... "

They say "death smells like bad ass weave"

Another watch, another chain: last thing a nigga needs

I swear to God, a couple right by the night stand

Clip my half a hundred, case another hundred grand

And get some rest when your conscious keep waking ya

The evil kicks in and them demons start shaking ya

Every night, dude, I wake up in a cold sweat

Get dressed and hit the club in a cold vest

God damn, girl, you so sexy, cold shit

But why they still riding to your old shit?

Party by the beat, all still riding with ya

Party by the big riders, still siding with ya

Party by the real niggas still hustling to ya

I know you're here in the day, ain't nothing to ya

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Game]

See us riding like some mobsters, with the trunk full of choppers

Give a nigga a couple shots, and I ain't talking about vodka

Hanging out the sunroof, Snowman driving

Nigga live through these shots: Put his ass on Survivor!

Fresh up at the trap, I ain't never been a rat

Get cheese like a mouse, so I'm honest throwing stack

Let you suckers make it rain, I'll make it Katrina

And pile all them hoes in the back of my Beemer

Hit the freeway, bumping "Ghetto Boys", with the V12 steaming

Top down, in the rain, California dreaming

I'd be lying if I said I still flip birds

... Well nigga I still flip birds!

Word to the doors on this [?] I'm sitting on

Ain't a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't shitting on

Who else you know shit out Benjamins, and piss Patron?

Put Michael Buffer between us, and let's get it on!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Game]

(Hey Snowman, these niggas hustling backwards

I'm a pull the K out, and turn em back around)

Look, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that bitch down?

Tell the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody else around

Jeezy said it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather

My [?] the best pound for pound, like Mayweather

Undisputed: I never lost a brick

UPS, FedEx and duct tape to a bitch

Put her ass on that greyhound

Tell that ho to stay down

Sleep the first 48, and wake up in the A-Town

Give a fuck about a bitch

Die for the paper, hustle relentless

Nigga, I take the sky from a scraper

The Gerber out a baby mouth, the fire out of Satan's house

These rappers turned saints, we pull them fucking gauges out

Black Tims kicking in the door, at your lady house

He at the strip club, well fuck it, we gon wait it out

You tipped him off, so now all the K's is out

We [?], shot him down from the neighbor's house

[Hook]