Artist: The Game f/ Young Jeezy Album: The R.E.D. Album Song: Paramedics Typed by: newos_crib_is@hotmail.com [Intro: Young Jeezy] Yeah, see it's that real nigga shit they've been waiting on nigga You know, that west coast shit, that down south shit nigga [Chorus 1: Young Jeezy] I said, one nigga down, two niggas run it Game and the Snowman, a hundred miles and gunning, ayyy Here come the paramedics It goes one for the money, two for the dough On the count of three niggas kicking down your do', ha-haaah Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics It goes one for the town, two niggas run it Game and the Snowman, a hundred miles and gunning, ayyy Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics [Young Jeezy] Let's go, here come the pain, I've got it mayne Ever since an adolescent I've been deep in the game All I need is morphine, a little something for the pain and everything is all good like a hook from T-Pain (ha-haaah) They say you're nobody till somebody kills you I say go be somebody, even if it kills you They say death smell like some bad ass weed Another watch, another chain, the last thing a nigga need I swear to God, chopper right by the night stand Clip, a half a hundred, pillow case, another hundred grand It's hard to get some rest when your conscience keep waking ya The evil kicks in and them demons start shaking ya Every night man, I wake up in a cold sweat Get dressed and hit the club in a Corvette Goddamn girl, you so sexy, cold shit Probably why they still ride to your old shit It's probably why them beat dogs still riding witcha It's probably why them ripped riders still siding witcha It's probably why them real niggas still hustle to ya I know you hear it every day, ain't nothing to ya They say pictures worth about a thousand words These niggas talking like they really worth a thousand birds Here come the paramedics, bitch I done told you What these niggas calling beef is really tofu [Chorus 2: Young Jeezy] It goes one for the money, two for the dough On the count of three niggas kicking down your do', ha-haaah Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics It goes one for the town, two niggas run it Game and the Snowman, a hundred miles and gunning, ayyy Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics [The Game] See us riding like some mobsters with a trunk full of choppers Give a nigga a couple shots and I ain't talking bout vodka Hanging out the sunroof, Snowman driving Nigga lived through these shots, put his ass on Survivor Fresh up out the trap, I ain't never been a rat Get cheese like a mouse, so I'm an honest throwing stacks Let these suckers make it rain, I'll make it Katrina and pile all them hoes up in the back of my Beemer Hit the freeway bumping Geto 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 Words to the doors on this GINA 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 [Chorus 2] [The Game] Hey Snowman, these niggas hustling backwards I'ma pull the 'K out and turn 'em 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 bird's the best pound-for-pound like Mayweather Undisputed, I never lost a brick UPS, FedEX and duct taped to a bitch Put her ass on the Greyhound, tell that hoe to stay down Sleep the first forty-eight and wake up in the A-Town Give a fuck about a bitch, die for the paper Hustle relentless, nigga I take sky from a 'scraper The Gerber out a baby mouth, the fire out of Satan's house These rappers turn saints when we pull them fucking gauges out Black Timbs kicking in the door at your lady house He at the strip club? Well fuck it, we gon' wait it out She tipped him off, so now all the 'Ks is out Relocated, shot him down from the neighbor's house [Chorus 2]