Gangsta of the Year - Young Jeezy, Jadakiss, Yo Gotti

It’s a new year, I can think clear

$ 1000 shades, I can see clear

European made, motor in the rear

Gettin' the phone tapped, Feds gettin' near

Near, near, Feds on a sweep

Shut the trap down, moved it down the street

Kush super strong, Jakes took the pier

I’m multi-nominated, Gangsta of the Year

Year, year, Gangsta of the Year

Multi-nominated, Gangsta of the Year

Year, year, Gangsta of the Year

Year, year, Gangsta of the Year

All I rock is white, bitch, I’m cocaine crazy

First check I cashed was like a half of mill' from Baby

Love for my homies, don’t give a damn 'bout a lady

125 grams, that’s four and a baby

20 cent 50, shooters coming with me

Body hit the ground and your soul be uplifted

Beat break down, them racks add up

And all these haters actin' mad at us

Gangsta of the Year, and I don’t want a trophy

I just want these fuck niggas to pay me what they owe me

Gangsta of the Year and I don’t mean to brag

But the title with the tags is 200 on the dash

Gangsta of the world, know I’m nominated

Bring it home every year, my own mama hate it

Twelve hundred on my face, velour, Versace shots

I left my filling on her face, yeah that Versace top

I’m the last man standing, bitch, I need a trophy

So much bread in my pocket, bitch, I’m feeling toasty

Heard them snitch niggas singing, yeah, that karaoke

Don’t fuck with police-ass niggas, bitch, don’t even approach me

Don’t you niggas know you can’t stop a moving train?

Look at me now, getting paper, still moving, mane

Ship it up in your face just like Benihana

Told that bitch she make it back, I’ll buy the bitch a Honda

And I ain’t see 'em move shit, call me Jeezy Wonder

If ain’t nobody vouching for him, that make Jeezy wonder

Gangsta of the Year, human chandelier

Would tell you, feel my pain, you might shed a tear

Yo — I’m really in the 'hood, all they do is pass through

So hands down I’ve been a winner for the past few

I got the work to prove it and I got the cash, too

A couple niggas still breathing, guess they passed due

That ain’t no surprise, sitting on these pies

LB, millionaires, sitting on his eyes

We at the table sipping red and we puffing Cubans

I done made a bunch of bread with a couple Cubans

Yeah, you got a bunch of guns but you never use 'em

Everybody get a run, is you win or losing?

Shut the trap down — nothing moving

Gangsta of the Year 'til they nominate a new one (what's up?)