Текст T.I. – Jeezy Speaks (Interlude)

Jeezy:
Look, first of all, Tip, welcome home, my nigga. God bless the child that got his own, nigga. God bless the niggas blowin’ the ?, nigga. Y’all know what it is? We on our motherfuckin’ own, nigga. This A-Town, nigga. Nothin’ in between, know what I’m talkin’ ’bout? Niggas ridin’ clean, niggas gettin’ to that bread, niggas bustin’ heads, y’all know what it is, niggas. It’s a motherfuckin’ recession, though. We still grindin’, ho You know what it is, we ain’t playin’ no motherfuckin’ games, ’cause if it is, we winnin’ motherfucker. You know what I’m talkin’ ’bout? I don’t give a fuck what is is, nigga, ?, you know what I’m sayin’? ?, whatever it is, nigga. Niggas turnt up out this bitch. You can’t turn us down. We don’t wanna be turnt down, nigga, nah bro. Matter fact, I don’t even know where the fuckin’ knob at, nigga. It’s A-Town shit, nigga. I’m talkin’ ’bout love and loyalty, nigga. You see this unity around you, nigga? Ain’t this shit beautiful, motherfucker? I’m talkin’ ’bout look at it. Take a picture. Hold on, click click, yeah, you heard what the fuck I said. Get your motherfuckin’ head busted, nigga. It’s A-Town, nigga. That’s right, capital A, capital T, T-O-W-N, nigga. You know we ’bout to motherfuckin’ win. We gon’ stand tall like a motherfuckin’ tree. You understand me? Real talk, nigga. Up the motherfuckin’ muscle. Ain’t no motherfuckin’ games being played. We don’t play those, nigga. We gettin’ money, it’s a million dollar niggas around here, nigga. You know what the fuck it is, nigga. We fuck our own hoes, wear our own clothes, nigga. Drive our own cars. We look like movie stars. You know what I’m talkin’ ’bout? This «Fuck da City Up». MLK, you know what it is, nigga. You know what I’m talkin’ ’bout? I ain’t no Martin Luther King, but I’m definitely Malcolm X, you know what I’m talkin’ ’bout? And we up next, nigga. We ?, reign, supreme. This A-Town, nigga. Zones one through six. You know what I’m talkin’ ’bout? Real niggas with big dicks. We don’t fuck around, nigga. Big cars, coupes, four doors. I’m talkin’ ’bout, I got some shit right now in my garage right now, you know what the fuck it is, nigga. I’ma call ?
and tell him «Pull up on me, explain this shit.» You know what I’m talkin’ ’bout? You don’t know what this shit is, nigga. You know what I’m talkin’ ’bout? Real niggas do real things. I don’t say that ’cause it’s a catch phrase, I say that ’cause it gotta be said, nigga. We bustin’ heads, nigga.