Jeezy Speaks (Interlude) lyrics

[Jeezy]
Look, first of all, Tip, welcome home, my n*gga. God bless the child that got his own, n*gga. God bless the n*ggas blowin' the [?], n*gga. Y'all know what it is? We on our motherf*ckin' own, n*gga. This A-Town, n*gga. Nothin' in between, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? n*ggas ridin' clean, n*ggas gettin' to that bread, n*ggas bustin' heads, y'all know what it is, n*ggas. It's a motherf*ckin' recession, though. We still grindin', ho You know what it is, we ain't playin' no motherf*ckin' games, 'cause if it is, we winnin' motherf*cker. You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? I don't give a f*ck what is is, n*gga, [?], you know what I'm sayin'? [?], whatever it is, n*gga. n*ggas turnt up out this b*tch. You can't turn us down. We don't wanna be turnt down, n*gga, nah bro. Matter fact, I don't even know where the f*ckin' knob at, n*gga. It's A-Town sh*t, n*gga. I'm talkin' 'bout love and loyalty, n*gga. You see this unity around you, n*gga? Ain't this sh*t beautiful, motherf*cker? I'm talkin' 'bout look at it. Take a picture. Hold on, click click, yeah, you heard what the f*ck I said. Get your motherf*ckin' head busted, n*gga. It's A-Town, n*gga. That's right, capital A, capital T, T-O-W-N, n*gga. You know we 'bout to motherf*ckin' win. We gon' stand tall like a motherf*ckin' tree. You understand me? Real talk, n*gga. Up the motherf*ckin' muscle. Ain't no motherf*ckin' games being played. We don't play those, n*gga. We gettin' money, it's a million dollar n*ggas around here, n*gga. You know what the f*ck it is, n*gga. We f*ck our own hoes, wear our own clothes, n*gga. Drive our own cars. We look like movie stars. You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? This "f*ck da City Up". MLK, you know what it is, n*gga. You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? I ain't no Martin Luther King, but I'm definitely Malcolm X, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout? And we up next, n*gga. We [?], reign, supreme. This A-Town, n*gga. Zones one through six. You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Real n*ggas with big di*ks. We don't f*ck around, n*gga. Big cars, coupes, four doors. I'm talkin' 'bout, I got some sh*t right now in my garage right now, you know what the f*ck it is, n*gga. I'ma call [?] and tell him "Pull up on me, explain this sh*t." You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? You don't know what this sh*t is, n*gga. You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Real n*ggas do real things. I don't say that 'cause it's a catch phrase, I say that 'cause it gotta be said, n*gga. We bustin' heads, n*gga