เนื้อเพลง Recipe - Young Jeezy

Yeah, I got the Recipe
N*gga tryna eat
Tryna eat, n*gga
I got the recipe, yeah
You know, I did that street thing
I came in the industry, n*gga
I ain't ask them n*ggas to let me in the door
Kicked that mothaf*cka open, n*gga, industry invasion

Show you how to sway that rice, I got that recipe
Who you think they got it from? I got that recipe
Hustlin' 101, I got that recipe
The one and only Young, I got that recipe
Uh, scale and the key, boil the right ingredients
So much paper, n*gga, they gon' think you're readin' it
Me and Mike WiLL, we cook up on the spot, boy
You gon' need to stir it, no need for a top, boy, uh

I'm a hustler, I've been hustlin' my whole life
Like my Uncle Robbie, yeah he love to shoot dice
N*gga ever in doubt, I say the hustler's prayer
And it's so cold in my heart, it ain't nothin' there
All about the Benjamins, I'm screamin' like white
This for my n*ggas movin' wings like it's Popeye's
I just want a two door with some tan seats
Earring so big, look like a set of Beats
Yeah they thought that I was dead, I got nine lives
P*ssy n*ggas want me dead, you had nine tries
Sh*t I'm smokin' so loud we call it ambulance
So many racks in my pocket, look like some Hammer pants, uh
Think it's sweet and clip be longer than a grapevine
Just know these n*ggas love money but they hate time
I'm connected in these streets just like wifi
Keep one eye off in these streets just like [?]

Show you how to sway that rice, I got that recipe
Who you think they got it from? I got that recipe
Hustlin' 101, I got that recipe
The one and only Young, I got that recipe
Uh, scale and the key, boil the right ingredients
So much paper, n*gga, they gon' think you're readin' it
Me and Mike WiLL, we cook up on the spot, boy
You gon' need to stir it, no need for a top, boy, uh

If we talkin' 'bout them stamps, you know who be the champ
Tryna get that extra money so we sold 'em damp
Live the savage life, done made your boy a renegade
I've been ballin' all my life, I need some Gatorade
B*tch I seen my first mil' in the 10th grade
Just let me hide these Os, yeah you know the rent paid
They say I'm paranoid, I'm trustin' no one
That n*gga Bobby tried to set me up in '01
Saw the red and blue lights, I had a hard nine
Thought I had a heart attack, but hey my heart fine
The way I talk that yayo sh*t, I know you like that
And when I talk that yayo sh*t, ain't gotta like that
N*ggas on that monkey sh*t, I got the F&H
Keep it for that monkey sh*t and I ain't talkin' Bape
Draped up in this Valentino camouflage
War ready, I might paint the Bentley camouflage

Show you how to sway that rice, I got that recipe
Who you think they got it from? I got that recipe
Hustlin' 101, I got that recipe
The one and only Young, I got that recipe
Uh, scale and the key, boil the right ingredients
So much paper, n*gga, they gon' think you're readin' it
Me and Mike WiLL, we cook up on the spot, boy
You gon' need to stir it, no need for a top, boy, uh

Yeah, I got it
One thing about me, n*gga, if I say it it gon' check out, n*gga
We been out here for decades
Sh*t don't stop
N*gga try to be what I was when I first came in the game, n*gga
F*ck kinda sh*t that is, n*gga?
Hustlin' backwards
Hustlin'
When I cook that sh*t up, I got that recipe
Chef Boyar-Young
I gets it done, n*gga
Four, get you a nine
18 gets you 36
And bein' a real n*gga gets you here
Solid... like a rock
Or a brick for that matter
Yeah
Want that recipe?
'Cause I got it