Released on July 14, 2004

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[Intro: Jeezy]

Young Jeezy, man

When you out there in the streets, dog, you get a chance to parlay, man, have fun, man

To lean with that shit, dog (Do your thing, man)

'Cause you never know, man, 'cause tomorrow ain't promised, my nigga

Said

Yeah

Uh (There it is, nigga)

What the fuck? Ayy (Calm down, nigga)

U.S.D.A., nigga (CTE, nigga)

Fuck with me, let's go (Lean with it, nigga)

Do your thing, nigga (Uh-huh, yeah)

Fuck with me, let's go


[Verse 1: Jeezy]

This for Mailman and Goldmouth, I love you guys

That's why I got tears comin' down both my eyes

That's why I rock six carats off in both my ears

And when I pray at night, dog, I wish you both was here

I wish a snitch-ass nigga would even speak my name

Said fuck it, went and iced out both my chains

Ayy, life ain't all gravy, dog, but I can't complain

'Cause there's some ho-ass niggas off in both these games

I swear to God I'ma ride out for all my dogs

And ball the fuck out until they free all of y'all

So when I'm ridin' twenty-sixes, I'm clean for y'all

And all my niggas locked up, I'ma lean for y'all, yeah


[Chorus]

Tote my gat, tilt my hat, then I lean with it (Yeah)

Twist the law, get the green, then I lean with it (Yeah)

Off my work, count my stash, then I lean with it (Yeah)

Nigga try us, we gon' blast, then we lean with it (Yeah)

Tote my gat, tilt my hat, then I lean with it (Yeah)

Twist the law, get the green, then I lean with it (Yeah)

Off my work, count my stash, then I lean with it (Yeah)

Nigga try us, we gon' blast, then we lean with it


[Verse 2]

Love for the 4, Erwin Street, them my big homies

Jeez and King, these chili pimps can't hold me

And fuck the coppers, they tryna hold us up like some door stoppers

Mad 'cause I keep them slabs proper

We all flippin' yams, dirty money we handlin'

'Cause it's hard where I'm comin' from like Anthony Hamilton

Smokin' and gamblin', this street life, I'm wrapped up in it

I'm like a linebacker, dog, I make my bread in the trenches, nigga


[Chorus]

Tote my gat, tilt my hat, then I lean with it (Yeah)

Twist the law, get the green, then I lean with it (Yeah)

Off my work, count my stash, then I lean with it (Yeah)

Nigga try us, we gon' blast, then we lean with it (Yeah)

Tote my gat, tilt my hat, then I lean with it (Yeah)

Twist the law, get the green, then I lean with it (Yeah)

Off my work, count my stash, then I lean with it (Yeah)

Nigga try us, we gon' blast, then we lean with it


[Verse 3]

I stuff my Swisher with my 'ponics and I chill with it

When I got a problem, man, the chronic helps me deal with it

Smokin' the po', servin' my dope, tryna make a mil' with it

When I see them folks comin', in my coat and then I peel with it

In a Chevy grippin' the wheel with my steel in it

And this ain't no gimmick or image, nigga, I'm real with it

Ain't 'bout business, get a full clip off in your Yankee fitted

Dodgin' these fuck niggas who flex 'cause, bitch, I stay committed


[Chorus]

Tote my gat, tilt my hat, then I lean with it (Yeah)

Twist the law, get the green, then I lean with it (Yeah)

Off my work, count my stash, then I lean with it (Yeah)

Nigga try us, we gon' blast, then we lean with it (Yeah)

Tote my gat, tilt my hat, then I lean with it (Yeah)