Lyrics:

'look'


look, Look, Look, Look [x2]

[duke]
you Can Catch Me In The Middle Of Atlanta Nigga (Look)
in The Cracks And The Crevises Of The Ghetto Nigga (Look)
gone Rep You Is Gonna Catch You On A Stretcher Nigga (Look)
gotta 9 Like A 45 Special Nigga (Look)
still Chillin With My Hoe Heard A Bitch Holla (Look)
it's A Nigga With A Chrome Double Barrell So I (Look)
coming At Me Wanna Kill Me I Can Tell How The Way He (Look)
but I Already Had My Thing Cocked Before I (Look)
see I Had The Same Face Of The Nigga And I (Look)
like A Nigga Keep Your Throat To A Fine Hoe Thing Thats A Reefa
one Slip Then My 9 Went Bang Got Rough On Anybody Who Wanna Test My Game
can't You See We Some Killas Gorillas Gonna Bang
got Some Niggas Still Livin How I Rocks They Fade
got A Whole Click Of Killas Ridin Chevys On Blaze
and A Trap To The Moon, One Heat One Game

[chorus (X2) (Jody Breeze)]
boyz N Da Hood Dressed Up In (Look)
black Tees, Black Hats, With The Black Tims (Look)
we Aint Talkin To You Niggas Shit We Aint Gotta (Look)
but I Put It On Them Dubs Your Hoe Gonna (Look)

[jody Breeze]
well What Up For Yah, It's Your Boy Breeze Again
breezin In With One Of Yall Breeze Again
and I Know Jesus Seein Me Sin So Why Not Blow Dro, Why Not Sip Seez And Gin
reason Bein Since Birth Man Things Have Seemed
a Little Different, I'm Still Pimpin Deep With In
but Now That I'm Grown It's On So I'm A Go On And Spit It
and If I Wanted Your Hoe I Could Have Her Gone In Minutes
i Pull Up In The Chevy Lookin Real Slick And Vicious
with A Bottle Of Hennisey And A Blunt Of That Sticky
hops Out With The Forces The Same Color Of The Fitted
instead Of Callin Me Daddy These Hoes Callin Me Diddy
i Got A Bundle Of Bitches With A Lot Of Ass And Titties
nigga Young And Old, Freak Nasty With It
gold Teeth Gonna Shine, Sho Nuff
and You Can Turn Your Head But Your Broad Gonna Look

[chorus (X2)]

[big Gee]
hoppin Out Of Candy Coated Chevy Bitch (Look)
whole Team Ballin Harder Than A Roucus Trick (Look)
sucka Tryin To Get Live, Got His Gut Split (Look)
got Some Type Of Piece Tucked In My Briefs Slick (Look)
thats Why We Rollin Deep With A Barreta Taker (Look)
a Dime Piece With Me All You Better Do Is (Look)
get Your Head Open Wide Like A Pocket Book (Look)
you Know You Shook You Aint Gotta Hide Your Face Bitch (Look)
yeah Its Mister Click Clacker Yeah I Jack The Jackers
cover More Than Greyhound Every Hustlin Backwards
stay In The Pocket Gettin Sticked But Im Breakin Them Tackles
disrespect Shift You Brain Left To Right Like A Tackle
i've Been Gettin It For Years And Real Niggas Know That
back When Dominique, Brooklyn Jersey Rockin The Throw Back
take It From Me, I'm A Hunt Your Ass Down Like A Lojack
catch Your Ass While You Sleep, Blow Your Ass Like A Dro Sack

[chorus (X2)]

[young Jeezy]
step Up In The Club With Just A Swing In My Chain
it's Deez Boyz Snow Man Is The Name
posted Up Poppin Cris Like You Do Them Beers
got Bread Stacks I Aint Seen In A Couple Of Years
when I Ball I See A Gansta They Dont Look They Stare
symbols In My Ears 6 Figures A Pair
and I'm Straight From The Hood That's Where I Come From
still Spend A Hundred Grand A Year On White Air Ones

[chorus (X2)]

look, Look, Look, Look [x2]