Just no that my time I'm takin for the right time I'm waitin (So gone)
Jump bad if u want to, get mad if u want to (Gone)
Show your ass if u want to, but I'm a gona blast wen I want to. drake come and bow down no options. big money offer em's no problems. hard time niggas out there starving, with no blow broke nigga get started dawg. niggas plot and tryin to rob don't dodge it naw
Listen closely I'm a tell you how to solve
It ya'll get you 50thousand dollar fly them hogs in. pass them choppers out see wut them nigga robbing. just let em follow you, like they gone try to do but bet they brilliant ass don't know they being followed too. go on bout your business man. now all you got to do is introduce robber crew to who you gave them choppers too. then watch tmr news you'll see a car dude shot down laid out look just like the car that tryin to follow you.somehow the follower became the followee. man I'm a shark think a gupee gona swallow me.out his motherfuken mind niggas gota be. you followin me, I'm gone blast with no apolgy
Hey... Say pimp, this to everybody stretched out behind the wall,
Countin' days on their calendar...
Flippin' pages, month to month
Hey man... I don't give a damn 'bout how other folks treat you man
[Intro:]
I just wanna let you know pimp,
You ain't missin' nothin' homeboy
Real Talk
[Chorus:]
I know the times seem long,
Just try and keep strong
Put on your headphones and rewind this song
Remember you ain't missin' nothin' homes,
I promise you ain't missin' nothin' homes
Hey, just now the club on hold and the broads on pause
You get home, it's gonna be waitin' on y'all
So dog, just know, for real
You ain't missin nothin homes
I promise you ain't missin' nothin' homes
On Everything
[Verse 1:]
My uncle did a decade,
Came home, hit the ground runnin' gettin' paid like he never did a day
Hit the streets, nigga still in the same place they were 'fore we went in the chain gang,
And doin' the same thing
'Cause the game go on, you only did two days in the joint -
The day you get locked up and the day you go home
I know it feels like the world passin' you by,
Like shit happenin' every day out there that you don't know 'bout
Everytime you call home your baby momma show out,
And your partners don't even send you flicks from when they go out
But don't worry 'bout it or stress it, cause shawty know what?
The time'll do itself, all you gotta do is show up
Keep layin' down wakin' up,
And thankin' the Lord
And 'fore you know it they gonna open the doors
True story, just prepare yourself for it,
If you ain't got a plan what you need was a second chance,
Shit, you gonna blow it!
Learn and visualize what you try to do,
And do the time homeboy, don't let the time do you
They say the time just flew on the street,
Hard to believe from me never but you'll see soon as you on the streets
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Probably thinkin' it's easy for me to say from here in the booth,
But they showed ya, they'd put me in there with you
Right now, locked down in the state of the fed, lay in the bed
Prayin' it's over and over as you say in your head
Yeah, next time I'm a be straight
Just count down to my release date... peace of cake
My nigga Kap right now, servin' a life sentence for a murder he committed,
In self defense
And in such good spirits, shawty ain't even trippin
And I could be right in there with him, no bull shittin'
He on his ninth year now, just waitin' to get out
Got me thinkin' my shit ain't even worth complainin' about
'Cause it could still be worse for sho'
So you waitin' on me to lose ho, you got to kill me first
I talked to my nigga Big Meedge, had to tell him the streets miss him just as much as he miss the streets
Had to let him know whenever he released,
We hittin' the club like '03, this time it's on me
Yeah we laugh, reminisce for a minute and then I tell him just nobody ever did it as big
It'll never be the same in this city again, closest you'll get is me and Jeezy and them
So dog, if it seems like you left behind, ten steps behind, just know it only gets better with time
You know them old sugar daddies
They be tricking they tell them girls
I said you can have whatever you like
I said you can have whatever you like
Yeah
[Chorus:]
Stacks on deck. Patron on ice.
We can pop bottles all night
Baby you can have whatever you like
I said you can have whatever you like.
Yeah
Late night sex, so wet and so tight
I'll gas up the jet for you tonight and baby you can go wherever you like
I said you can go wherever you like
Yeah
Anytime you want to pick up the telephone you
know that it ain't nothing to drop a couple stacks on you
If you want it you can get it my dear
5 millions dollars homes drop the business I swear.
Yeah
I want your body. I need your body.
As long as you got me you won't need nobody
You want it, I got it. Go get it, I'll buy it
Tell them other broke niggas be quiet
[Chorus]
Shawty you the hottest. Love the way you drop it.
Brain so good could've sworn you went to college.
100k deposit. Vacations in the tropics
And everybody know it ain't tricking if you got it
You ain't never ever gotta go in your wallet.
Long as I got rubberband banks in my pocket.
5 6 rides wit rims and a body kit.
You ain't gotta downgrade you can get what I get
My chick can have what she want.
And go in any store for any bag she wants.
She ain't never had a man like that.
To buy you anything your heart desire like that.
I want your body, I need your body.
Long as you got me, you won't need nobody.
You want it, I got it. Go get it, I'll buy it.
Tell them other broke niggas be quiet.
[Chorus]
Talking big boy rides & big boy ice
Let me put this big boy in your life.
That thing get so wet & get so right
Let me put this big boy in your life. that's right.
I want your body, I need your body.
Long as you got me, you won't need nobody.
You want it, I got it. Go get it, I'll buy it.
Tell them other broke niggas be quiet.
[Chorus]
[Chorus: T.I.]
Ey, What's Haapnin' (What it is you all)
All you haters, Can get at me (Center Hill, {?} What it do)
'Cause I hear ya, and am watchin'(Church Creek, South Grand stand up)
But am serious (It's the king bitch, yeah)
Haters, so all I got to say is WHAT UP!? (Here we go)
What's haapnin', (What's haapnin' baby)
All you haters (HEY! I know you had a good time didn't ya)
'Cause I hear ya, and am watchin'
But I'm still here, I ain't stoppin'
So what up, what's haapnin'
All you haters, Can get at me
'Cause I hear ya, and am watchin'
But am serious
Haters, so all I got to say is WHAT UP!?
[Verse 1: T.I.]
What it is bruh, What it do man,
Still the man from Japan to the blue flame (that right)
Still hit the door and make it rain with the loose change
I bet that what he get a show, now that's a damn shame (hahahaha)
I get that what he hatin' fo', boy u so damn lame
Ya click the same, a just a buncha walkin' shit stains (click finish)
Disgrace the '80, gave the city such a bad name
You way back in ma rare view mirror, I'm in the fast lane
But still I hear ya loud 'n' clear on ya little' song
Go on get you dissin' on while the king gone
Ya self-esteem gone, 'cause I'm back now
let's see if we can't teach these niggas how to act now
Ya kissin' at them, ya jumpin' bad now
I check ya ass den, I shut ya ass down
And I deliver front 'n' center never back down
Who get the last laugh now sucker nigga
[Verse2: T.I.]
I got a front street swag and a side street hustle
Center Hill, Cedar Ave, that's where I be sucker
South Grand church street, first with the work
We can get into commercial if you need some chirp me
Hey, what I care 'bout who you askin' saying they ain't heard of me
I'm certified certainly your videos ain't hurtin' me (uh-uh)
I still ride with the windows rolled down
All around the A-town
Like its fina' go down
If there was ever any questions niggas fina' know now
Won't retire ma thorn, nor surrender no crown
I never bow down
And never say "bye"
Ms. "to whom it may concern" and whosoever may try
I'm forever west-side and the feather-weight guy
Tell 'em take they best shot
Go'on get ya self high
'Cause I yelled "Bankhead" and you felt left out
I ain mentioned yo' name, is that what all this 'bout?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: T.I.]
From summer hill to the hill up him Hollywood (okay)
A house full, gettin' to it, you know how we do it
Yea we smoke great (great) and we drink good (good)
Then we ball hard, just like G'z should
Buy what we want, drive what we want
G4 up up and away, we go, we fly where we want
Haters smile like they like me but they really don't
Wish they could just wish me away that what they really want
"I really hate his ass","I don't like him either"
"We'll do a song together maybe then we can beat him"
Somehow he must be stopped, somethin' must be done
"If we can't knock him off, let's just try him when he get caught with guns"
"And if he really done, 'n' we really won"
"Anymore ideas, (I got somethin') suggestions anyone"
"How 'bout we stay up all night, on the blog sites"
"Spread vicious lies 'n' nasty rumors we could all write"
But that's alright, let the nerds hate
'Cause in ma face though, the words get ate
Hating's hard work, but I just bounce back
'cause God work tell all the haters am back!
[Chorus]
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
Mr. West is in the building
Swagga on a hundred thousand, trillion
Ayo I know I got it first
I'm Christopher Columbus, y'all just the pilgrims
Thanksgiving, do we even gotta question?
Hermes, Pastelle, I pass the dressing
My attitude is tattooed
That means it's permanent so I guess I should address it, huh?
My swagga is Mick Jagger
Every time I breathe on the track I asthma attack it
"Why ya so mad for it? Why ya gotta have it?"
'Cause I slaved my whole life, now I'm the master
Na-na-na
How it feel to wake up and be the shit and the urine?
Na-na-na-na-na
Trying to get that Kobe number, one over Jordan
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
(No one on the corner)
Got a bop like this
Can't wear skinny jeans 'cause my knots don't fit
No one on the corner got a pocket like this
So I rock Roc jeans 'cause my knots so thick
You can learn how to dress just by checkin' my fresh
Checkin' checkin' my fresh, checkin' checkin' my fresh
Follow my steps, it's the road to success
Where the niggas lookin' feral when the girls say yes
But I can't teach you my swag
You can pay for school but you can't buy class
School of hard knocks, I'm a grad
In that all-blue Yankee, it's my graduation cap
It's Hova!
Dippin' different Rovers, whippin' with the soda
Hova!
Could you even have any doubt? After doubt if it's over
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner has swagga like moi
Church but I'm too clean for these boys
I require what I desire
I got stripes, Adidas
Mami scream, Papi, no mas!
Run up in your shit, just me, no mas
Runnin' this shit like I got four thighs
No one has swagga like these four gods!
And when it comes to styles, I got several
Sharper than a swagga, dagger all metal
And my jewels, blue and yellow
The type of shit that make 'em call you Carmelo
Rules as follows, stay true to the ghetto
Write your name on a bullet, make you feel special
Ha! What the f**k you boys talkin' 'bout?
I know it's us 'cause we the only thing to talk about
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
You can go see Weezy for the wordplay, Jeezy for the birdplay
Kanyeezy for diversity and me for controversy
All my verses picture perfect, only spittin' certain purpose
If you ain't living what you kickin' then you worthless
Lookin' from the surface it may seem like I got reason to be nervous
Then observe my work and see that my adversity was worth it
Verses autobiographical, absolutely classical
Last thing I'm worried about is what another rapper do
Ain't nobody hot as me even if they rap they ass off
Blast off and have outstandin' quality
Sell a lotta records, I respected and salute that
But spittin' real life on hot beats, I'm the truth at
You kick it like me, no exaggeration necessary
Livin' revolutionary, nothin' less than legendary
Gangsta shit hereditary, got it from my dad
Flow colder than February with extraordinary swag
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us, like us, like us
[Verse One: T.I.]
When I think about all my time and all my struggle
Through all my grinding and all my troubles
Man I came up from nothing, all I had was a hustle
with a blindfold trying to find pieces to the puzzle no muzzle
I tell it like it is, that's that
Right or wrong I'ma call it like I see it don't forget
That impossible is nothing your environments irrelavant
just don't let your emotions overpower your intelligence
Refuse to give up, your mistakes don't define you
they don't dictate where your headed they remind you
The Time keep ticking let your mind keep clicking
Never stop thinking be aware of your positions
Be aware of the collisions and the potholes sitting
on the road that you travel on your life long mission
just listen every day is like a snapshot taken
if you live you can learn to be patient
[Hook: John Legend]
Cuz life is like a slideshow
all the places that I go
and I the things that I know
through all the highs and low
Cuz life is like a slideshow
All things that I've seen
and all the things that I've dreamed
you can't take away from me
cuz life is like a slideshow
[Verse Two: T.I.]
As I look back at a fly young cat
who could rap with a dream look where I took that
Beginning on Bankhead then it spread out
vision in my head all I had to was get it out
when I walked out of my house and looked at my street
All I seen was opportunity that led me to truency
I ain't really have a role model to infleunce me
Uncle Quinn in prison they say next it's going be you in it
As I juvenile caught cases so fluently
Look at my life and learn from it don't do it
if I only knew back then what I know now
how much better life would of been if I'da slowed down
Maybe I'da been Kanye instead of seeing Gunplay
But God got a plan, I'll understand one day
But one day of life, like a snapshot taken
Just believe you can make it have faith be patient
[Hook]
[Legend singing]
Ohhhh, ohhh, ohhhhhh~!
Looking back on my lifetime
see the slides go by, sometimes I wonder why
looking back on where I've been
I remember when
do you remember then
[Intro:]
I think the price of fame cost to much
Hey these niggas talk to much
I'm ready for whatever
Somebody better tell em
Say I'm ready for whatever
[Verse 1:]
Even tho my head in the clouds I'm planning on the pavement
People walk around looking at me in amazement
I play a lot of game but where I'm being I ain't playing with
They so judgemental that they don't understand that
If ya life is in jeopardy
Everyday is you telling me
You wouldn't need weaponry
Just because of your felonies
Consider this at least I got everybody sweating me
Homies streets is people who won't rest unless I rest in peace
Killed my folk a year ago still in my sleep they threaten me
Paranoia stressing me
Ain't nobody protecting me
I'm dealing with the pressure from my partner dying next to me
Thinking no ones arrested they coming for me eventually
This all the things that I would go and do mentally
This could be the reason I ignored the pennitentiary
Not mentioning new orlean niggas coming in the city killing all summer long ain't no body pay attention
[Bridge:]
Now is it that hard to understand if you listen
Die or go to jail that's a hell of a decision
But I'm wrong and I know that my excuses arent important
I'm just trying to let you know that I ain't think I had a choice
[Chorus:]
I had straps in my ride (ride) gotta go to prison (prison)
U waiting on me to die u gone be waiting for a minute
Boy I'm ready for whatever
Somebody better tell em
I'll be here when the smoke clear and everything settle
Can't afford the price of fame cause it cost to much
Plus these sucka niggas lame and they talk to much
That's why I'm ready for whatever
Somebody better tell em
I'll be here when the smoke clear and everything settle
Forreal, Forreal, Forreal
I said when everything settle
Forreal, Forreal, Forreal
I said when everything settle
[Verse 2:]
I'm a man I ain't perfect I admit I'm guilty
But understand feel me
I will ride filthy
Cause niggas out there plotting to rob me and kill me
Five hundred thousand every year spent on security
My future looked bright but now it getting blurry
Niggas in a hurry to find me and bury me
For surely god will deliver
Me I'm about it I'm a fighter to the heart I'll forever be about it
I'm a father to my sons asset to my community
Look all that I have done my good outweigh the negativity
Mentally I was focused on not letting history
Repeat itself that's why heat was kept in that vacinity
Guess eventually I'm gon be known but no meliciously
Through all of the publicity was anyone considering
My position and the logic heading my decision
But they caught me with em and hauled me off to prison
PERIOD.
[Bridge:]
Now is it that hard to understand if you listen
Die or go to jail that's a hell of a decision
But I'm wrong and I know that my excuses arent important
I'm just trying to let you know that I ain't think I had a choice
FORREAL
[Chorus:]
I had straps in my ride (ride) gotta go to prison (prison)
U waiting on me to die u gone be waiting for a minute
Boy I'm ready for whatever
Somebody better tell em
I'll be here when the smoke clear and everything settle
Can't afford the price of fame cause it cost to much
Plus these sucka niggas lame and they talk to much
That's why I'm ready for whatever
Somebody better tell em
I'll be here when the smoke clear and everything settle
Forreal, Forreal, Forreal
I said when everything settle
Forreal, Forreal, Forreal
I said when everything settle
Forreal, Forreal, Forreal
I said when everything settle
Forreal, Forreal, Forreal
I said when everything settle
[Intro]
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Damn shawty, look at you
I'm sayin man, is it just me
Or do you have too much ass in them jeans?
Come here
[Verse 1]
Ay, I been watchin you awhile now
And I just wanna find a way to make you smile now
Why you blushin?
Forget about them other guys now
I know you ain't goin try and tell me that you shy now
I realize that your beauty could intimidate
Them suckas you aint got no business wit'em anyway
Wit such a pretty face, big booty, lil waist line
I wanna grind from behind to the baseline
Have a great time, pour yourself a shot girl
Chase it with a lime, now you feeling like a hot girl
I know you probably use to dealin with them wannabes
But honestly I gotta say I'm who they wanna be
I promise all I wanna see is you up under me
And we can disappear whenever, when you wanna leave?
I can guarantee the ride of your life
Any fantasies on your mind we can try'em tonight
[Chorus]
We're sittin here
(I'm lookin at you like damn)
We're sippin on Patrãn, something's on my mind
(You wanna leave wit me tonight?)
It's been killin me all night long and I wonder
(Listen shawty let me tell you what I'm thinkin bout)
Ooo girl, I wonder
(For real, shawty let me tell you what I'm thinkin bout)
It's the end of the night
I thinkin your might, wanna leave the bar
Park the car, turn into porn star
[Verse 2]
Yes, I love to hear about your interest
I gotta say your intellect got me impressed
See your panties through your dress like a shilouette
Patrãn got me thinkin sex, is you feelin that?
No disrespect though, a simple yes/no
Hey let yourself let go, shawty let's go
Pull up to the crib, get you through the threshold
Kiss you from your pretty lips to your red toes
Time tickin it's the end of the night
And you can leave wit your friend if you like
But I'm sayin though
We can ride out, back to my house
I wanna see you satisfied inside out
Once I'm in you ain't gonna want me to slide out
You tell your girlfriends they gonna wanna try it out
A lil more of this will losen you up
What we can't do in the club, we can do in the truck
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Hey would ya, stay?
Could ya play wit it with your tongue just a lil?
You're such a sexy individual, physical and mental
And if you sentimental
Shouldn't the rules bend a little
Let me start at the top, stop in the middle
Use a popsicle make shiver, giggle when it tickle
I can talk to you dirty if you like that
I finish one set of blunts start back
I know you told me you a good girl
But shawty you a grown woman not a lil girl
You can blame it on the Patrãn or the champagne
But sometimes being bad can be a good thing, ya now
[Chorus - Repeat 2x]
[Chorus:]
i used to dream (i used to dream) oh whoah
about the money and the cars and girls (and the girls)
but now i see (now i see) oh whoah
because im sitting on top of the world (the whole world)
and now i see see see see cause im sitting on top of the world
and now i see see see see sitting on top of the world
[T.I.]
man i remember before i say that wait let me issue this statement
no way should reflection be mistaking for glorification
now i remember so vivid me and my niggas was living
sub-standard condition still handling business
still laughing and tripping still having the bitches
im rapping now reminiscing and god damn it we did it
from trapping standing and pitching with rich we stand in the kitchen
splitting it eight ways flipping it eryday
thought that while in a room it was just the way to behave
kept the weight and the yey for most the paper we made in all
dimes
i aint lieing the pleasure was all mine
have big work to move but we served the small time
i always outshined the niggas with small minds
who would of thought we would be arguably the greatest of all time
around here we developed such a sound down here
but duplicate it off the steel it can only be found here
only listen to gs that other shit i dont hear
shit they so far in the rear how would i even care
im too busy being a player steering niggas careers
been talk about it for years and now we finally here
[Chorus:]
i used to dream (i used to dream) oh whoah
about the money and the cars and girls (and the girls)
but now i see (now i see) oh whoah
because im sitting on top of the world (the whole world)
and now i see see see see cause im sitting on top of the world
and now i see see see see sitting on top of the world
[Ludacris:]
they say what goes up must come down but i aint reached my
cruising altitude
take a look at what i did now can you imagine what im about to do
the places im bout to go and the money im bout to see
gave bill gates some binoculaurs and said look out for me
exceeded expectations even at def jam
cause i married the streets and atlanta has been my best man
my momma quit her job and now she works with six figures
cause im a self-made nappy-headed rich nigga
private planes help me travel in peace
to four cities in one day and four countries in one week
cause i work for myself and no one else cause im too smart too
put one of my partners right through culinary art school
now he my personal chef so that bread he get it
put them all in houses cleaned up all of my friends credit
and now they witness all the glitz and the glamour
catch us eating at straits atlanta with women with table manners
ordering singaporan lobster
celebrating coming from nothing to winning grammys and rappers
winning oscars
and they say rappers shouldnt act nahh suckers
we see samuel jackson like whats up mother fuckerrr
[Chorus:]
i used to dream (i used to dream) oh whoah
about the money and the cars and girls (and the girls)
but now i see (now i see) oh whoah
because im sitting on top of the world (the whole world)
and now i see see see see cause im sitting on top of the world
and now i see see see see sitting on top of the world
[T.I.]
i know them haters dont stop plotting and wish you would fall
cause im standing on top looking down at it all
i see you down there to yall this aint like i got it all
homie i aint get enough im still trying to triple up
so all we got is street cred and a cool building up
say im doing too much shit i say i aint did enough
remember saying damn if i could just get to a million plus
and now im like shit what the fuck is a million bucks
triple that on my bun thanks to bigs and run
but nevermind what ive been through just look at what i become
all the shit ive avoided what i done for my sons
hand dollars and momma just call her
i sold dope and dropped out of school seems its all they can see
they dont notice none of my family did that since me
i broke that cycle now my family live a life of
mandatory minimals but not when the judge sentence them
cousins in college where you think they get tuition from
jeffrey standing around wishing huh
and while you standing around looking dumb
i make it happen taking action over time got damn good at it
[Chorus:]
i used to dream (i used to dream) oh whoah
about the money and the cars and girls (and the girls)
but now i see (now i sing) oh whoah
because im sitting on top of the world (the whole world)
and now i see see see see cause im sitting on top of the world
Yeah, yeah, yeah, aye
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I say still I stand, aye
And shawty here I am
Neva have ya seen in ya lifetime
A more divine southern rapper
Wit a swag like mine
Facin? all kind of time
But smile like I?m fine
Brag with such passion
And shine without trying
Believe me, pain's a small thing to a giant
I was born without a dime
Out tha gutta I climbed
Spoke my mind
And didn?t stutter one time
Ali say even the greatest
Gotta suffer some time
So I huff and puff rhymes
Lyrics so sick wit it
Set the standard in Atlanta
How to get get get it
So you up and coming rappers
Wanna dis just kill it
I'm officially the realest
Point blank period
Whether I still live in the hood or juss visit
Whateva you can do in the hood I done did it
That?s why the dope boys and the misfits feel it
This still his city as long as Tip living nigga
I ain?t dead
(Naw)
I ain?t done
(Naw)
I ain?t scared
(Of what?)
I ain?t run
(From who?)
But still I stand
(Yeah)
No matter what people
Here I am
(Yeah)
No matter what, remember
I ain?t break
(Neva)
I ain?t fold
(Neva)
They hate me mo?
(So!)
Yeah I know
(Haha)
Here I go
(Yeah)
No matter what shawty, here I go
(Haha)
No matter what shawty
You let the blog sites and the magazines tell it
I?m sure to be in jail till 2027
Rather see me in a cell
Instead of this new McLaren
God'll take you through hell just to get you to heaven
So even though it?s heavy, the load I will carry
Grin and still bear it
Win and still share it
Apologies to the fans, I hope you can understand it
Life can change ya directions
Even when you ain?t planned it
All you can do is handle it
The worst thing you could do is panic
Use it to your advantage
Avoid insanity, manage to conquer
Every obstacle, make impossible possible
Even when winning's illogical
Losing's still far from optional
Yeah they wanna see you shot up in the hospital
But when life throw punches, block ya counter like a boxer do
Been locked inside mi casa too long
I did a song to make it known that the king lives on, pimpin?
I ain?t dead
(Naw)
I ain?t done
(Naw)
I ain?t scared
(Of what?)
I ain?t run
(From who?)
But still I stand
(Yeah)
No matter what people
Here I am
(Yeah)
No matter what, remember
I ain?t break
(Neva)
I ain?t fold
(Neva)
They hate me mo?
(So)
Yeah I know
(Haha)
Here I go
(Yeah)
No matter what, shawty here I go
(Haha)
No matter what shawty
Even in solitude, there?s still no hotter dude
I show you how to do what you do
You ain?t got a clue
All you do is follow dudes
Sound like a lot of dudes
I weather whateva storm
Make it out without a bruise
I understand why, now wit my hands tied
Dey take shots cause if I?m out there it?s a landslide
But revenge is best served as a cold dish
And suckas will get served nigga, no shit
Guess it was understood, for me it was over with
But I don?t quit if ya ain?t notice yet
They couldn?t wait to say good night shawty
So they can try to rhyme, act and look like shawty
Go get a beat from Toomp and make a hook like shawty
Before ya know it I?m back, what it look like shawty?
I lost my partna and my daughter in the same year
Somehow I rise above my problems and remain here
Yeah and I hope the picture painted clear
If ya heart filled with faith then ya can?t fear
Wonder how I face years and I?m still chillin??
Easy, let go and let God deal wit it
I ain?t dead
(Naw)
I ain?t done
(Naw)
I ain?t scared
(Of what?)
I ain?t run
(From who?)
But still I stand
(Yeah)
No matter what people
Here I am
(Yeah)
No matter what, remember
I ain?t break
(Neva)
I ain?t fold
(Neva)
They hate me mo?
(So)
Yeah I know
(Haha)
Here I go
(Yeah)
No matter what shawty, here I go
(Haha)
Hey, hey
Hey what's happenin' e'erybody
I hope they get my good side
You know I gotta look good when I walk out the house
You know I know the camera's following
I know they taking pictures, right Drama
Ay man, you watch it I live it, you dig that
Y'all sit back relax get some popcorn man
I'm gonna make it a good show, you dig that
This goin' make a hell of a movie huh
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
I walk they follow (ay)
I talk they holla (ay)
Just here for your amusement
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
You waitin' for me to lose it
I guess I'm just here for your amusement
The price of fame I think I paid, want my change I done
gave
E'erything in my possession for my seconds on the stage
For my name up in lights and multi-million record sales
I done gave up my life, can't get a moment to myself
When alone I ask myself, is it worth it? I ain't
perfect
Neither is anybody else, but I think my kids deserve
To be with Daddy out in public without all the
interruptions
When the lies and gossip's published I'm the topic of
discussion
And I stay in trouble just to show these suckers I
ain't lost it
And I'd do it all again that's the funny thing about it
I ain't playing, boy I'm 'bout it
Will I change, boy I doubt it
I done been a lot of things, I ain't never been a
coward
See the paparazzi crowded all around me now
Same niggas who was dissin' want a pound like I'm C now
Showered with support from my adoring fans
They hear T.I.'s arrested they're like here we go again
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
I walk they follow (ay)
I talk they holla (ay)
Just here for your amusement
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
You waitin' for me to lose it
I guess I'm just here for your amusement
You've seen it all before, guys know how the story goes
It's like 2Pac never died, sit back, enjoy the show
You see the shit that scares you senseless, I done
lived through it
Knew the risks and the consequences and I still do it
And then I'm so fresh, them niggas mildew it
Not just a actor by profession, pimp, I live movies
That's why they whisper when they see me, point and
stare at me
'Cause they just wanna live through me vicariously
Fashion weekend, Paris week, party like a rockstar
Get blown by a top model 'til she catch lockjaw
Got the dough you get a year, stashed in my sock drawer
Showed you the troubles and the struggles of an outlaw
Top dog would not fall, I am not y'all
Couple pages out the calendar and I'm out y'all
Kid listen, pay attention, you don't wanna be me
It's safer to watch it on T.V.
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
I walk they follow (ay)
I talk they holla (ay)
Just here for your amusement
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
You waitin' for me to lose it
I guess I'm just here for your amusement
See I don't think it would even matter (to me)
Woking a nine to (five) would it be better
I mean be honest, would you care to gossip about me
Not likely
I guess that's just the way that it goes (the way that
it goes)
('Cause I know) See I can be somewhere out keeping it
cool
(And get told) Almost anything instead of the truth
Y'all know more than I do, it's breaking news to me too
Easy killer y'all know that ain't how I move (ooh)
He said and she said (what) I did what, with they (who)
No not me I said (not me) she gave me no head (ooh)
Won't get me again (hey) I pleaded the fifth (hey)
I know better than to ever talk during the film...
In' and flashing lights can blind your eyesight
To when you can't see what's wrong from right
Well shorty 'til you walk a mile in my shoes
And understand this is who I am
Usher I completely concur
Life can be such a blur, obviously we prefer
Our privacy but instead we endure
Yes sir, don't expect nothin' less of me
'Cause this goin' probably be this way until the death
of me
But for the hustle and the lady on my arm now
Plus all my kids and my mom's I'm a calm down
And yo, we doin' just fine, and the time's just flyin'
Live one headline at a time
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
I walk they follow (ay)
I talk they holla (ay)
Just here for your amusement
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
You waitin' for me to lose it
[Rihanna:]
You're gonna be a shining star, with fancy clothes, fancy car-ars.
And then you'll see, you're gonna go far.
Cause everyone knows, just who you are-are.
So live your life, ay ay ay.
instead of chasing that paper.
Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay.
Ain't got no time for no haters.
Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay.
No telling where it'll take you.
Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay.
Cause I'm a paper chaser.
Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my life (oh)
Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my life (oh)
[T.I.:]
Never mind what haters say, ignore them 'til they fade away.
Amazing they ungrateful for after all the games I gave away.
Safe to say I paved the way, for you cats to get paid today.
You still be wasting days away, nah had I never saved the day.
Consider them my protégé, how much i think they should pay.
Instead of being gracious, they violate in a major way.
I never been a hater still I love them, In a crazy way.
Some say they so yay and no they couldn't even work on Labor day.
It ain't that black and white, it has an area that's shaded grey.
I'm Westside anyway, even if I left today and stayed away.
Some move away to make a way not move away cause they afraid.
I brought back to the hood and all you ever did was take away.
I pray for patience but they make me wanna melt their face away.
Like I once made them spray, now I could make them plead their case away.
Been thuggin' all my life, can't say I don't deserve to take a break.
If you ever see me catch a case, and watch my future fade away.
[Rihanna:]
You're gonna be a shining star, with fancy clothes, fancy car-ars.
And then you'll see, you're gonna go far.
Cause everyone knows, who you are-are.
So live your life, ay ay ay.
instead of chasing that paper.
Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay.
Ain't got no time for no haters
Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay.
No telling where it'll take you.
Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay.
Cause I'm a paper chaser.
Just living my life.
[T.I.:]
I'm the opposite of moderate, immaculately polished with the spirit of a hustler and the swagger of a college kid.
Allergic to the counterfeit, impartial to the politics.
Articulate but still would grab a nigga by the collar quick.
Whoever having problems with, their record sales just holla tip.
If that don't work and all else fails, then turn around and follow tip.
I got love for the game but ay I'm not in love with all of it.
I do without the fame and the rappers nowadays are comedy.
The hootin' and the hollerin', back and forth with the arguing.
Where you from, who you know, what you make and what kind of car you in.
Seems as though you lost sight of what’s important with the positive.
And checks until your bank account and you up out of poverty.
Your values is a disarrayed, prioritizing horribly.
Unhappy with the riches cause your piss poor morally.
Ignoring all prior advice and fore warning.
And we mighty full of ourselves all of a sudden aren't we?
[Rihanna:]
You're gonna be a shining star, with fancy clothes, fancy car-ars.
And then you'll see, you're gonna go far.
Cause everyone knows, who you are-are.
So live your life, ay ay ay.
instead of chasing that paper.
Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay.
Ain't got no time for no haters
Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay.
No telling where it'll take you.
Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay.
Cause I'm a paper chaser.
Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my life (oh)
Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my life (oh)
So live your life.
[Intro: T.I.]
Real talk, true story (uh-huh)
No nuts, no glory (uh-uh)
Y'knowmsayin? (Real talk)
Ay dawg (yeah yeah)
I'ma tell you like this
[Chorus: T.I.]
Hey I'm so raw, and I'm so rich
And you so flawed niggaz ain't 'bout shit
I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch
Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get
Every chance I get, real talk, no shit
Every chance I get, make money on this
I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch
Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get, every
chance I get
[T.I.]
They say it's lonely at the top, but I don't feel
lonely
Got my homies out in Hollywood so I don't feel phony
Ain't another nigga colder, cribs all over
Flash-in-pan, these other rappers catch a number, Coca-
Cola
I'm exceedin expectations, you barely meetin quota
I give it to 'em straight, you cut it with baking soda
You said I ain't Zone One, nigga ha, that's a funny one
I'm King like my 3 year-old, Major like my youngest son
Got one named Domani, so you know what I'm gettin
(guap)
Deyjah and Neek-Neek and Messiah like "Daddy, get 'em"
Got an angel named Leah here to keep me outta prison
And my partner Jason Geter to help me see about a
billion
Listen; Grand Hustle, best respect this vision
My records sell about a million, but shit that just the
beginnin
What with Club Crucial and Grand Hustle film division
Multiplication to get the paper, I let the clique do
the division
Break bread, StreetCred.com makin a killin
Plus "A King of Oneself," high fashion, I'm flashin
I'm, ready for whatever though, trained to go you
better know
Put dick up in whoever hoe, let 'em know
[Chorus:T.I]
Hey I'm so raw, and I'm so rich
And you so flawed niggaz ain't 'bout shit
I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch
Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get
Every chance I get, real talk, no shit
Every chance I get, make money on this
I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch
Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get, every
chance I get
[T.I.]
I gotta thank my lucky stars cause it came so far
Dope game, rap game, 'bout the same so far
Brag about your lil' Benz, nigga that ain't no car
I got some shit in my garage that requires a chauffeur
High as gas is, the country at war and people are
starvin
And I pay a million dollars for Ferrari's, retarded,
huh?
Sorry bruh, been a dick that been ballin since it
started up
Season hoe, get 'em all to fuck cause they know this
dough stack tall as fuck
Nah, it ain't that I'm rich that they hate so much
Least I could do it, not rub it in niggaz face so much
So I'm tryin now while I'm rhymin not to brag about the
island
Or the crib in Hawaii where all the walls slide in
House is wide open, we could bring the outside in
I think you should hear about it, but fuck it I'll be
quiet
I just spit it how I live it homie I don't be lyin
Would it make you feel better if I put my pockets on
the die?
If I made less money, started to dress bummy
Would the haters and the critics have more respect for
Should I downgrade the crib and the way I live?
Now how about I don't and we just say I did, nigga
[Chorus:T.I.]
Hey I'm so raw, and I'm so rich
And you so flawed niggaz ain't 'bout shit
I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch
Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get
Every chance I get, real talk, no shit
Every chance I get, make money on this
I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch
Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get, every
chance I get
[Outro: T.I.]
Ay say homeboy
It's real talk comin at you live and direct homeboy,
you dig that?
Heh, you could hate all you want partna
I'ma give you somethin to hate on, bitch nigga
Ha ha! Grand Hustle, you understand?
DJ Toomp you did yo' muh'fuckin thang as usual
Ay-hey look, P$C partna, Pimp Squad Click
Ay, Big Kuntry you up next homie
It's the king, BITCH!
Yeahhhhhh, they say I ain't Zone One, bitch nigga
My grandmama been livin on Center Hill 43 years, hoe-
ass nigga
You understand that? Nigga come meet me nigga
See me nigga! You know?
Why niggaz gotta wait 'til a nigga got the police
watchin you
and start kickin that fuck shit, you know?
You know how I get down, you know what it was nigga
You know you don't wanna see me, bitch nigga!
Yeahhhhhh, AY!
[Chorus:T.I.]
Hey I'm so raw, and I'm so rich
And you so flawed niggaz ain't 'bout shit
I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch
Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get
Every chance I get, real talk, no shit
Every chance I get, make money on this
I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch
Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get, every
Ay, lemme kick it to you right quick man
Not on some gangsta shit man on some real shit
Anybody who been through the same thing
I'm sure you feel the same way
Oh hey, I've been travelin' on this road too long
Just tryin' to find my way back home
But the old me's dead and gone
Dead and gone
And oh hey, I've been travelin' on this road too long
Just tryin' to find my way back home
But the old me's dead and gone
Dead and gone, dead and
Ever had one of them days wish you would have stayed home
Run into a group of niggas who gettin' their hate on
You walk by, they get wrong, you reply then shit get blown
Way out of proportion way past discussion
Just you against them, pick one then rush them
Figure you get jumped here that's next
They don't wanna stop there now they bustin'
Now you gushin', ambulance rushin'
You to the hospital with a bad concussion
Plus you hit four times but it hit yo spine
Paralyzed waist down and ya wheelchair bound
Never mind that now you lucky to be alive
Just thinkin' it all started fussin' wit three guys
Nigga pride in the way but your pride is the way you can fuck
Around get shot down any day
Niggas die everyday, all little bullshit
Dope money, dice games, ordinary hood shit
Could this be cuz of hip-hop music
Or did the ones with the good sense not use it?
Usually niggas don't know what to do when they back against the wall
So they just start shootin'
For red or for blue or for blow I guess
From Bankhead at the old projects
No more stress, now I'm straight
Now I get it, now I take time to think
Before I make mistakes just for my family stake
That part of me left yesterday
The heart of me is strong today
No regrets I'm blessed to say the old me dead and gone away
Oh hey, I've been travelin' on this road too long
Just tryin' to find my way back home
But the old me's dead and gone
Dead and gone
And oh hey, I've been travelin' on this road too long
Just tryin' to find my way back home
But the old me's dead and gone
Dead and gone, dead and
I ain't neva been scared, I live through tragic
Situations could been dead lookin' back at it
Most of that shit didn't even have to happen
But you don't think about it when you out there trappin'
In the apartments hangin', smokin' and rappin'
Niggas start shit next thing we know we cappin'
Get locked up then didn't even get mad
Now I think about that what a life I had
Most of that shit look back just laugh
Some shit still look back get sad
Thinkin' my home boy still be around
Had I not hit the nigga in the mouth that time
I won that fight I lost that war
I could still see my nigga walkin' out that door
Who would of thought I'd never see Philant no more
Got enough dead homies I don't want no more
Cuz a nigga his jump cost me more
I'd a took that ass whoopin' out for sure
Now think before I risk my life
Take them chances to get my stripes
A nigga put his hands on me alright
Otherwise stand there talk shit all night
Cuz I hit you and you sue me
I shoot you get locked up poor me
No more stress now I'm straight
Now I get it now I take time to think
Before I make mistake just for my family stake
That part of me left yesterday
The heart of me is strong today
No regrets I'm blessed to say the old me dead and gone away
Oh hey, I've been travelin' on this road too long
Just tryin' to find my way back home
But the old me's dead and gone
Dead and gone
And oh hey, I've been travelin' on this road too long
Just tryin' to find my way back home
But the old me's dead and gone
Dead and gone
I turn my head to the east, I don't see nobody by my side
I turn my head to the west, still nobody in sight
So I turn my head to the north, swallow that pill that they call pride
That old me's dead and gone but the new me will be alright
I turn my head to the east, I don't see nobody by my side
I turn my head to the west, still nobody in sight
So I turn my head to the north, swallow that pill that they call pride
That old me's dead and gone but the new me will be alright, 'cause
Oh hey, I've been travelin' on this road too long
Just tryin' to find my way back home
But the old me's dead and gone
Dead and gone
And oh hey, I've been travelin' on this road too long
Just tryin' to find my way back home
But the old me's dead and gone
Yeahhhhh (hey!)
Hahaha, hey, hey, ha (all right)
Aight Toomp man, this what the folks been waitin on I guess (that's right)
Let's give it to 'em baby (hey!)
Grand Hustle nigga
Ay man, they been waitin on this shit since 'What You Know' huh?
Yeahhhh, it's the king bitch!
Aight my nigga, the wait is over nigga
Hey, hey!
One for the money, two for the show dawg
Three for the niggaz hatin on the low, y'all
Know a picture's worth a million words I'ma show y'all
Death before dishonor, family befo' all
Without the braids I'm the closest thing to O-Dog
Minus the testimony; say it ain't so homie
Hey! Shorty like that, don't he?
World hopped off my jock, I got 'em right back on it
Ohh! Step back, brush myself off
Picked in and back up right where I left off
I could show my dough that other guys just talk
Hey where I live just as big as yo' projects dawg
AY! Ha ha, better check my swagger
How I walk, how I talk, how I stack that cheddar
What I drive, how I dress, nigga less just better
A hundred stacks on that nigga I'm just, better
Hahahaha, somebody better tell 'em mayne
They swag owe my swag everythang
It's very plain to see you study me awful hard
To the point that my swag need a bodyguard
I'd like to thank you cause in all of y'all oughta be
havin y'all swag sendin mines an apology
A lot of little me's I see, got beef
But what's the possibilities? Stop seek, you not me
Hardly worth a hill of beans, step up to the guillotine
Get decapitated, don't see how half of you rappers made it
Say good-bye to the fame and fortune, c'est la vie
And what the game need with you nigga? They got me
I ride through the city, so clean, seat really low
Automo-bil-ey so, pretty but I'm illy though
No comparison, ain't a nigga mo', thorough than
this gangsta American flow, doper than heroin
King like Evelyn, champagne mayne
So deranged and belligerent; right up there with Benjamin
Who? Andre 3K, B.I.G., Jay-Z, UGK
Scarface, Makaveli the great, Wayne, Common, Kanye and, Lupe
So fuck what you say, you welcome to add to you may
Bet they say as of today I'm back on top like a toupee
Hey! All objections overruled, it's overdue
Both hype, it's over too, I'm so high, up over you
Same guy you see in the streets is as fly as here in the booth
So don't be surprised when you meet me to see I'm really the truth
Ooh, so uncouth, nigga who want proof?
Must agree if shit I did can't no one undo
I stay on my, one-two, nigga who want two?
Turn a brunch into a brawl, do what you gon' do
I'm why it's, hot as a bitch in here still, cool as a Frigidaire
This year I'm on a mission dear, think that was somethin missin here
Ay, Ay, Ay
Watch what you say to me
You better watch what you say to me
Watch what you say to me
You say, I'll spray
Watch what you say to me
You see me and ya know I'm tooled up
You don't wanna see me cut the fool bruh
Watch what you say to me
Let me find out you talkin tough in ya song
When you see me you know what's up boy, it's on
Nigga, what you say to me?
Cause see I ain't been a fuck nigga never
I'm just warning all you sucka niggas
Better watch what you say to me
Cause I'm known to make a mountain out of mold
Hell, you don't wanna get ya four kids...
Watch what you say to me
Got a tool in my pocket and the club just rockin
Watching ey' nigga while they girlfriend jocking
They gotta let it go cause niggas already know
I got that thang with me and they just to let it go
I'm trying to mind my business though, tell I hear this nigga say yo
"They ain't nobody, fuck em" I'm thinking I'm fitting to buss em
Wait, look up the city, police is lookin at me
I tell C, he tell Doug, they tell Jay-z
When you see, then surround em, then call to squirrel me
Pick a perfect spot and make sure that they girl see
My man offered dude a drink, he said "what? wuchu think?"
Then call from then on all you couldn't see nuthin but bottles
Remy Martin to the noggin, bet it bust it wide open
His bitch standing there hollering while he lying on the floor, shit
Why you feeling sorry for him? He asked for it
Listen ya'll, here come the moral of the story
Rap music is something ain't it? The way these pictures is painted
You swear these niggas is dangerous, the gangsta shit they be saying
Lock em up in the booth with a half ounce of that cannabis
Sit back, and watch the outlandish shit they portraying
But, soon as you see em they freeze up like in museums
Them statues, you like, "Is that the dude, that said he was gonna (pop you)"
Niggas get running before you finish ya sentence
And then they back to riffing, when they off at the safe distance
You like, you was just here, you disappear like magicians
In thin air, I'm like damn, nigga at least keep it consistent
I hear you baiting me lately, I been doing my best just to stay hater free
Still watch what you say to me
Sooner or later I take you up on your offer
And put you all in ya place like I'm replacing ya father
You talking, to the author, the architect of The Blueprint
My DNA in ya music, muthafucka you stupid?
Cuz I ain't never been a sucka, been gangsta my whole life
So a nigga disrespect me and it's on on sight
I hear what you say in ya song, some of that I don't like
Keep it up, I feel tried, I see you, we gon' fight
Be a man, say my name if you talking to me
You never say it, well I figure you ain't talking to me
Find out you is at the awards or was the code in the streets
I swear I beat ya fuckin ass like it ought to be beat
See I ain't whispering lame, I ain't one for the game
If I say fuck you nigga then, fuck you nigga, simple and plain
I say no problem, there's no problem, pimping you do the same
Now you just, swallow ya pride cuz you know I'm off the chain
Try to refrain from being violent but you come out ya face
I got my lawyer paid up ready to catch me a case
When I feel you disrespected me, I'mma get me a K
When we touch down
In the midwest we okay
E'rybody know them southern boys love that bass
Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, 'weesiana
Mississippi, Ten-a-keys, every mufuckin state, when we touch down
Go right from the plane to the rave
When we touch down
On a private plane getting brains, till we
Touch down, there ain't no way to keep em quiet
With T.I. and Shady baby, we bout to incite a riot
When we touch down
When we get in town, you know how we getting down
Pull up clean, then hop on out, snatch all the freaks then walk on out
I'm living what they talking bout, shining if it dark or not
That one hundred E-X-double R, you'll find that in the parking lot
You barking up the wrong tree, I do this shit for zone three
Four, five and six as well as one, Atlanta I'm forever son
Still be on whatever coast, round blowing heavy smoke
Ay Em you better tell them folk what hell it take to let em go
They know I put that green light on them haters
Keep on trying me I put that beam right on ya tater (pow)
Now you don't wanna see T.I.P. outrageous
Try to keep him in a cage but somehow he keep escaping
That's why I be on vacation, Virgin Island I be taking
Private planes out to Spain, I keep on flying I ain't faking
The money ain't a thang, think I'm lying, you're mistaken
You can find long lines of all kinds of bitches waiting when we touch down
Welcome to the Midwest, yes
Where them Detroit playas ball like you have no idea
The more is here, got the whole place looking like it's candy painted
Ain't it like we left the kids at home and just let em loose with the crayons
Fuck, I just hit a jogger, people looking like Frogger
They hopping out of the way whenever they see Marshall's car coming
The kids painted my windows with black permanent marker
And let the rest of the car carpet color like swirl pops
And I got the bass thumping but I'm bound to bump into something
Kids are flying through the air looking like they krumping
The way they tumbling, I gotta do something
But as soon as I hit the car wash to get the tar off
They just right back at it tommorrow
They're like, "Dad this is in, so you're with the trends"
"This is for the pens, listening to mens, nail polish on the rims"
And now it's custom chrome, but I gotta go do a show
So go on with ya bad self, just have it back to normal when I touch down
From my arrival, un-til my departure
Gurantee I put this d-i-c-k in somebody's daughter
Ay, I still have my way with the ladies way cross the water
Flew to Paris from Haiti, did some shit that I thought of
It's erotic that the shit that we popping makes us psychotic
Threat the corpse for America, then why they running from me?
How could they be so ignorant? Look what hip-hop done brung us
It's allowed us to run a business, legitimated our moneys
Got us out of the ghettos and relocated our mommies
I made it all the way here ain't no way you taking it from me
So excuse me Oprah honey, I'm sorry, really I promise
But niggas, bitches and hoes do exist, I'm just being honest
For that am I being punished? Why is you so astonished?
Now I ain't got a degree, just intelligence in abundance
So you ain't gotta like me, I know billions of folks who love me
For as long as I remember I've been tellin' y'all, man
To pull these nigga resume, you better check up on me, nigga
These niggas be lyin', man
These niggas ain't really kickin' this shit they be tellin' y'all, man
They wanna see y'all gettin' fucked up right there, man
Keep ya eyes on me, nigga
Don't believe what these niggas tell ya, man
These niggas ain't cool, what they rap about these niggas ain't do
Hear 'em say it but it really ain't true
You niggas ain't true, you niggas ain't really talkin' to 'em, we no fool
You better take your ass to school
'Cause these niggas ain't G, gangstas' something these niggas can't be
What you expect? These niggas ain't me
You niggas ain't rich, you niggas ain't really gettin' bricks
It's official, man, you niggas ain't shit, tell 'em I said that
He nigga lying every time you hear him rhymin'
He don't talk about they diamonds and how they be out there shinin'
For the rap, hey, we're trappin', tell y'all they be at their grind
And I know they ain't about that action, I'm tellin' ya I'm a ride 'em
They pro'lly try to come in the hood and sell weed
Think it's all good until they run into some real G's
Holla, tell us where it is and I promise we'll leave
Hesitate to say and boy, [Incomprehensible] we'll squeeze
Please pay attention to this part of the bull
One time got robbed, got shot, got shooked
Got a job, started rhymin', came up with a hook
Got a chain' and some tats, came up with a look
Went and made it here, ruckin' talk tough in a bull
Fuck the image and perception, they never tough as they look
They some muthafucking suckers, put it on whatever
Any real nigga no better, man
These niggas ain't cool, what they rap about these niggas ain't do
Hear 'em say it but it really ain't true
You niggas ain't true, you niggas ain't really talkin' to 'em, we no fool
You better take your ass to school
'Cause these niggas ain't G, gangstas' something these niggas can't be
What you expect? These niggas ain't me
You niggas ain't rich, you niggas ain't really gettin' bricks
It's official, man, you niggas ain't shit, tell 'em I said that
You can't tell them niggas
Ain't surely gettin' caught with a nigga, gon' tell
Them nigga don't sell, this your G ain't gotta put it from a scale
He ask you if it weigh enough, just tell 'em, "Yeah"
You nigga just yell, pull the pistol, them nigga gon' bail
And if he got a pistol bet he don't spray it
They don't wanna go to jail
In there he know he'll be walkin' on shells
The gladiator school is you prepared?
I can see these niggas scared
Got a problem with me, nigga, just say it
We can play it how you wanna play it
Better go ahead, forty pistols be aimed at your head
All the way down and where you gon' lay
Jean really on the edge, Jean ain't under suspicion of the Feds
You just tellin' them you is instead
You never brought his head
What you get behind the mic and just said
The people already know I must say it, man
These niggas ain't cool, what they rap about these niggas ain't do
Hear 'em say it but it really ain't true
You niggas ain't true, you niggas ain't really talkin' to 'em, we no fool
You better take your ass to school
'Cause these niggas ain't G, gangstas' something these niggas can't be
What you expect? These niggas ain't me
You niggas ain't rich, you niggas ain't really gettin' bricks
It's official, man, you niggas ain't shit, tell 'em I said that
You damn right, these niggas don't have rights
To rap about the shit I did every night
Did you win every fight? You ever went to jail for sellin' white?
Made barbecue and trap the same night
You know these niggas lyin', right? I'm speakin' on it 'cause it ain't right
Nigga died, I survived by the nerve of my strife
Went to jail, came home twenty times, got it right
But still tryin' to keep for shootin' sucker niggas I don't like
'Cause the game feel like the real niggas on strike
This sucker get a deal, now he livin' so shy
The niggas outta sight, actin' hard, lyin' on their record
Know it when you see, you recognize it, don't respect it
Got every right to check 'em when you see 'em in your city
Run up on 'em and try 'em, bet you see that they're some bitches
Niggas tell you what they want you to hear
Don't tell me, real recognize real, eventually they'll see
These niggas ain't cool, what they rap about these niggas ain't do
Hear 'em say it but it really ain't true
You niggas ain't true, you niggas ain't really talkin' to 'em, we no fool
You better take your ass to school
'Cause these niggas ain't G, gangstas' something these niggas can't be
What you expect? These niggas ain't me
You niggas ain't rich, you niggas ain't really gettin' bricks
R-E-S-P-E-C-T M-Y H-U-S-T-L-E
Respect this hustle, respect this hustle
Wont accept nothin less, so respect this hustle
I aint in it for the fame I aint in it for the glory
I'm down to die for it absolutely mandatory
Respect this hustle, respect this hustle
Wont accept nothin less, so respect this hustle
These niggas bitch made i'm gettin paid six ways
my shits laid and shits sprayed with lemonade with blades,
keep your mouth closed you dont want to get sprayed
shoot you down your body make you sun bathe six days,
Kamikazee renegade, now we never been afraid
kept the trap hot enough to fry egg in the shade,
I ball till the day lying dead in the grave
leave the feds behind the wall cause i aint get away,
chopper round the corner in a bush with a brick of yay,
a bust can happen any day, we out here trapping anyway,
gettin money to them Haitians damn what a nigga say,
i got a real bad condition if i ain't gettin paid,
hand over fist what im missing got to get busy,
i know you see this car I'm driving and see the house that i live in
and figure this is enough,
but nigga i want way more really this is play doe, you set your sites way low.
i had enough of the game i don't know whether to stay or go.
different groups of lames and suckers i don't know which way i go,
well nigga you know you king why you always got to say it for?
cause they said i couldn't say it before,
and i remember all it did was f**k my temper up more Doug and "J" know,
I say I wear the crown, not a halo sorry,
niggas think they seeing me but they so sorry,
they fast but they ain't no ferrai, NRROWM.
R-E-S-P-E-C-T M-Y H-U-S-T-L-E
Respect this hustle, respect this hustle
Wont accept nothin less, so respect this hustle
I ain't in it for the fame I ain't in it for the glory
I'm down to die for it absolutely mandatory
Respect this hustle, respect this hustle
Wont accept nothin less, so respect this hustle
You think you been pulling gats cussing fussing enough
here bragging bout these niggas you been busting enough,
man look around ain't nobody suffering but her,
you could beat a hundred cases catch one and you fucked.
(i get probation)
is you crazy pull your gun in the club,
see how many folks and polices put you down in the club.
if we got to come with a slug why we come to the club
how much more of this shit you think we can put under the rug
look we already told them I Told You So,
but all these niggas speaking out whoever spoke before,
don't take it personal people want to be close to folk,
what you think the television and the posters for?
(im claustrophobic though)
well then you need to see a doctor for it,
man i aint joking you close t.i.p. and bout to blow it,
did you forget about them nights in the cells was you honesty
when we was having talks with God and you promise,
if he could make away for you to be large and you done it.
out the gate Urban Legend went on to do numbers,
sold a mill made ATL king first week,
five hundred with the Grammy (but not the one that i wanted),
what about them eight figure deals and that other new money,
but ask yourself something where the
gun you got from me? Keep it real...
You need to think of someone other than yourself some time, did you keep your promise...
Keep it real.
R-E-S-P-E-C-T M-Y H-U-S-T-L-E
Respect this hustle, respect this hustle
Wont accept nothin less, so respect this hustle
I ain't in it for the fame I ain't in it for the glory
I'm down to die for it absolutely mandatory
Respect this hustle, respect this hustle
(No sweat, it's no sweat, it's no sweat, never never see me sweat)
(Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay tell em folk it's no sweat)
(naw, no sweat, ay it's no sweat, it's no sweat.)
(Never let em see me sweat)
Hey you can ride with my dimes
She keeps em on the way
You say you need that window whirr but blow it away
It's no sweat
It's no sweat
It's no sweat
There's no sweat
(Never let em see me sweat)
Hey I'm the best in the game
Kick it with the best in the game
Ain't no need for me to worry bout the rest of you lames
It's no sweat
It's no sweat
It's no sweat
It's no sweat
Yeah you can call me the king
They also call me the vet
Haters can call me the reason their bitch ain't callin em back
The press be callin me cocky
I ask em what you expect
First album flopped, my label dropped
Man, I took off like a jet
Niggas hate on me often cause I'm a boss and exec
Do anything for my family, willing to die for respect
I bet I got it in cash, the same thing you got in a check
Wonder how I got it so fast, baby you gotta invest
I can be cool to St. Louis, I can be hot as Tibet
for you can get through security, I'd-done got on a jet
you must be under a rock if you haven't heard of 'em yet
Paris and Germany be buggin me I'm certain to that
Anything my heart desires, I can certainly get
The Ferrari light SV what Its be a convertible yes
A lotta niggas say they name but I ain't heard of em yet.
So when I check em they deserve that.
Hey you can ride with my dimes
She keeps em on the way
You say you need that window whirr but blow it away
It's no sweat
It's no sweat
It's no sweat
There's no sweat
(Never let em see me sweat)
Hey I'm the best in the game
Kick it with the best in the game
Ain't no need for me to worry bout the rest of you lames
It's no sweat
It's no sweat
It's no sweat
Lets go... yall gon wish for a nigga like me when i aint here you know
what im sayin (you think im lyin)
(say goodbye to the badguy)
[chorus]
(You don't appreciate a nigga my type,
Once I die there ain't no more niggas my type,
So just remember me right)
Bet you don't appreciate a nigga my type,
But when I die there ain't no more niggas my type,
So just remember me right,
Bet if I let them suckers kill me tonight,
All them haters gon' be filled with delight,
God forgive me aight,
I sacrifice so they can live my life,
If necessary I'll give my life,
What you hear is my life,
Reputation decorated with stripes,
No need crying at the end of my life,
Just remember me right
[Verse 1]
When your back was against the wall remember where could you go,
Remember who helped you again like he helped you before,
When out the way to let you know that you ain't never alone,
Then they didn't respect you then come here until they left you alone,
They taught you how to be weak, he thought you how to be strong,
Taught you not to accept the future go all out if he gone,
But it ain't the same in the streets now that he gone,
He now in heaven in the thrown exactly were he belong,
But he left me devastated and his family mourn,
Sons turn to grown man since their daddy been gone,
Daughters grew like him or not he left his family home,
Even prepared the funeral service he had in the dome,
And then they came to represent for a stand up gent,
Who walked it like he talked it, always said what he meant,
Impossible to stop him had a head like cement,
Maybe now you'll appreciate the nigga like this..
[chorus]
Bet you don't appreciate a nigga my type,
But when I die there ain't no more niggas my type,
So just remember me right,
Bet if I let them suckers kill me tonight,
All them haters gon' be filled with delight,
God forgive me aight,
I sacrifice so they can live my life,
If necessary I'll give my life,
What you hear is my life,
Reputation decorated with stripes,
No need crying at the end of my life,
Just remember me right
[Verse 2]
If they've only knew the man outside of the hype,
No matter what the situation he alway try to do right,
Still they gossip the told lie, used to take him for granted,
Often found it hard to relate, some how they can't understand it,
'Cause that respect he gon' demand it, theres a problem he handle it,
Looked adversity in the eye, he never ran from a challenge,
They try to knock him off balance when the fed came and got him,
Did the time on the edge came home now he stoppin',
Now while them niggas used to hate him, but they girl use to jock him,
Swear he had the kinda swagger made the world stop and watch him,
Plus he possessed so much hustle, made it impossible to top him,
Got better every album, haters hate to see him drop em',
They just talk shit from a distance, when he around they playin'
possum,
He use to scare the suckers shitless, probly why them niggas shot him,
Hey what it took nothing else than what they could've ever did about
him,
So go 'head talk shit about him,
At least you ain't forgot about him..
[chorus]
Bet you don't appreciate a nigga my type,
But when I die there ain't no more niggas my type,
So just remember me right,
Bet if I let them suckers kill me tonight,
All them haters gon' be filled with delight,
God forgive me aight,
I sacrifice so they can live my life,
If necessary I'll give my life,
What you hear is my life,
Reputation decorated with stripes,
No need crying at the end of my life,
Just remember me right
[Verse 3]
Wanna say sorry to my Mama,
King and Lil Mama,
See me go through so much drama,
You could stand a little thunder,
Never let em' see you sweat, stay cool as a cucumber,
Stay ready for a whatever, make note Ima do wonder,
How he died? On his feet like a man with honor,
Showed you the sky was the limit, you can do whatever you wanna,
That go for Bubba and Dumonie, Deja and Neek- Neek
Don't worry bout me Uncle Phil the ladies with me,
See me with your granddaddy,
I know you gon' miss daddy,
But life ain't always a dream, and horrible shit happens,
Had I let a nigga kill me before I could quit rapping,
An get to spend more time with ya, I know we woulda been happy,
But I had to take the chances, You would have been trappin',
Long as I could keep that from happening,
Ya Papi could die happy,
So keep the wind at your back and the sun at your face,
Remember winnin' in your blood you were born with what it take
(okay)..
[chorus]
Bet you don't appreciate a nigga my type,
But when I die there ain't no more niggas my type,
So just remember me right,
Bet if I let them suckers kill me tonight,
All them haters gon' be filled with delight,
God forgive me aight,
I sacrifice so they can live my life,
If necessary I'll give my life,
What you hear is my life,
Reputation decorated with stripes,
No need crying at the end of my life,
You gotta get your swagger together nigga (ay)
Get your suit fitted (ay)
Starts on the inside, ya dig?
I don't need mine, I got cribs where we goin (okay)
If you don't love yourself you can't love nobody
Keep up nigga (okay) I love myself
You gon' need to travel ladies, you go and got that mack diesel right
I'm the man from Atlanta, to way out in Cali
Catch me in New York, I'm on the way to Miami
I be in Hawaii, then catch me in Paris
I be at home barely, I'll sleep when I'm buried
What I need some sleep for? This dope got me geeked up
I went to Japan and made a mil' in a week bruh
These niggaz can't keep up cause they see me in London
Or out in Ibiza, that time I ain't sleep for
Bout three days maybe, you see me in Haiti
With Wyclef Jean and a selection of ladies
But my folk got that work in like they back in the 80's
See the money's what move me, conversation don't phase me
(Tell 'em why cause I) Been around the worrrrrld
Traveled the seven seas (and I be)
Poppin bottles with celebrities (so you can find me)
Flyin high, smokin better trees (ay, oh-ay-ay)
Girls around the worrrrrld (yo, yo)
They keep callin me (they call me)
Paparazzi they be follow me (they all be)
Hopin that they get a shot of me
It's my swaaaaag (they wonder what's so special 'bout him)
(Why they ain't sellin records like him, tell 'em)
It's my swaaaaag (how he always look so cool)
(That why e'rybody do what he do, tell 'em)
Gotta be my swaaaaag (they wonder why he wear his hat like that)
(When girls see him why they act like that, ay, I don't know)
It's my swaaaaag (for some reason all the real niggaz love him)
(Even though they girlfriend wanna fuck him, I guess)
Gotta be my swaaaaag
Gettin money in Frisco, wearin my raincoat
See I'm gettin wet, and this bitch in the same boat
I came in the game slow, they act like they ain't know
that I wasn't gon' leave until I got what I came fo'
I still can't complain though, as long as I ain't broke
I came a long way but shawty ain't nuttin changed though
I still let the tool go, don't get it confused bro
Run up on me wrong, now what you think I'ma do bro?
Send you to your maker, then go to Jamaica
Or either to Cabo, I chill at my condo
My swagger is perfect, hatin on me ain't worth it
Guarantee you boy, the Earth my turf, if it hurts
Regardless what haters say I'm as real as they come
I'm chasin that paper baby however it come
I'm singin a song and movin yay by the ton
I bet you never seen a nigga gettin money so young
How I get from the pen', all the way to Berlin
I've been to Switzerland skiing and pimp I'm goin again
It ain't nuttin to catch me in the south of France
In a coffee shop smokin dro in Amsterdam
And ain't nuttin to fly, all the way to Dubai
St. Barts, St. Lucia, any day we can try
G-5 to Moscow and they say I'ma lie
I'ma ball like a dog 'til the day that I die
This is impeccable pimpin
You couldn't duplicate this shit if I told you how to man
Hahhh, y'all niggaz keep up
By the time you get to Puerto Rico my nigga I'll be in Cuba
By the time you get to Cuba I'll be in Haiti
By the time you get to Haiti I'll be way over in Africa man
Y'knowmsayin? South of France in my land man
Hustlin... out here...
I'm out here, hustlin
I'm just thinkin 'bout gettin back home to you babe
I'm out here, hustlin
You see that's how I'm able to send that little money to you
Hustlin - let's get more freedom
in my future, so we can ball (out here)
So we can sip champagne, and puff that mary jane
And you can fly first class on an airplane
Jeah, ay, let's go man
I remember comin up, used to hate to get on the bus
Dreams of gettin paid and makin the big bucks
Started to get a little then couldn't get enough
Let me in, I'ma win nigga I don't give a fuck
The environment sucks but the bread ain't bad
The broads, don't fuck 'em all but the head ain't bad
I'm young, rich and legit; think the Feds ain't mad?
Haters are sick of the Six, so scared of the scad
Dag, damn nigga ya ain't have to brag
This'll never pay, remember when you said that bad?
The nigga still thinkin I blew up so fast
J. Geter, remember when you put up yo' last?
This for my niggaz tryin to flip yo' cash
'fore the Feds can get a chance to clip yo' ass
Get a lot of powder in a Ziplock bag
Wrist full of rubber bands, 40-cal's in the dash
Yo ay, ay, let me holla at 'em Gov'..
I know some people love me to death and there's some that can't stand me
Cause I got a big-ass crib in Miami (what else?)
Another out in Cali, backyard so sandy (okay)
And most broads find it hard to understand me
But the same attitude that make crews goddamn me
is the same ones that got me lookin cool at the Grammy's
Haters wanna damage me but King you'll never be
Shawty holla at me when you get your first felony
Then holla at me when you've been on Dave Letterman
Say they never seen a real nigga so elegant
Lames wanna hear that real shit and I'm tellin it
Trained the game to be sold and I'm sellin it
Chasin a Honda mil', that bullshit is irrelevant
We can race if you wanna, I bet on me and you'll never win
Simply cause a loser's somethin I've never been
If you doubt now holla back at 2007 then
Hustlin... out here...
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
You pussy niggas finna make me kill one a y'all
Ain't a damn thang change
I still keep that thang right up under my shirt
Betta tell 'em I ain't playin'
because it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt
Ain't a damn thang change
I still keep thang right up under my shirt
Run up on him where he hangin', BANG!
cause it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt
Boy you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt
boy you betta catch me first
Boy you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt
boy you betta catch me first
Boy you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt
boy you betta catch me first
Boy you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt
boy you betta catch me first
Alota pussy niggas talk like broads love runnin' they mouth
But then turn and run in they house
Put the gun in they mouth, tell a nigga talk shit now
You think you think you know the go POW
I ain't scared of the law
naw I'm about to go to war what it is nigga win lose or draw
I'll never get caught murkin' y'all cuz it ain't what you do
It's what cha near and who saw
Shawty I'm way too raw
Catch me any day you want you could think I'm a play if you want
But the fact still remain if I got a AK and you don't
Well then playa you gone
Don't get me wrong there's some niggas wanna kill me too (Well where they at?)
But they ain't sayin' bout shit because they very well know where I'm at
They could catch me in the booth right if it really like that
Naw nigga that they hoe get him in the whole shit, the 44 spit they holla oh shit
Protectin' her and you both hit
You betta check ya girl or you be so sick
If the choppa leave you with no dick
Or a plastic bag holdin' yo' shit
Leave 6 in you, a couple more in ya bitch
And I don't miss 'cause I'm focused nigga
I got you tip
I'm finna ride homie
Fuck niggas might talk loud act real, but they don't really want this here
Pussy niggas betta act right, lay low we know where ya family live
Trust me you don't want me up in ya crib with a ski mask on duck tapin ya kids
You can pray all you want but I don't forgive
Ya shoulda been doin' that before ya did whatcha did
I ain't gotta spell it out pimp you know what it is
I'll rest you case to ya real man you know what it is
Plus I got a hundred goons with me, dressed in black
Fifty at the front door, 50 at the back
Half got K's, half got Macks
Bring 'em out, bring em out, show me where he at
We can do him right here, we could catch him in trap
Run up on his 'lac put a hole in his hat
With his brain on the dash, and his thoughts in his lap
and dump 50 more on him and tell him to hold that
Lights out, no hasta manana, hasta la vista, senora
Y tu no tomorrow, no remorse and no sorrow
And the next one a y'all niggas try me like that
I swear to God man I'm really gon' snap
Right now I'ma give you somethin' that a make a nigga beg please
When a bullet in his mind I could feel a little breeze
Drop to ya knees, see the big barrel of the chrome
fifth triple grip handle in the squeeze
I keep a couple of those for the niggaz who talk shit
when I go to Jacob and cop that ring
If you try to see me I'ma cock that thang
And I'ma lock that thang, and the shots gon' stain (really?)
The nigga ride inside the truck with me (and) for the most part the nigga
stuck with me And tell you somethin' if you really were smart and you knew
better people probably tell ya don't fuck with me
Front if want motherfucka you can catch it
Smile on my face even though I got a ratchet
Pop off (police) pull me over believe I got a compartment if I gotta stash it
Must I just remind y'all niggaz when I come through
Know that I'ma find y'all niggaz take two
Bust so many shots gun powder probably blind y'all niggaz now (Ok, ok let's go)
See you don't know really wanna feel that Mossberg blow (naw)
Clap up a nigga then I cap up a nigga
When I finish it'll turn into an absurd show (listen)
Then you better observe yo
Feel the sizzle from the bullet of the glock burn slow (ssss)
Shit probably twist you up just a little
and have your body leanin' lookin' like a quarter past four
Stay down betta (lay down)
Checkin' for a nigga, come and put your body in the dirt
I don't play bitch you, really need to go the other way
Hey don't ya wanna be high? Hey listen baby come fly wit me, take a ride, get high wit
me. I know you wanna be high. You never wanna say bye to me, if you ever come fly wit me. Hey
dont ya wanna be high? Hey, listen baby, come fly wit me, take ride, get high wit me. I know
you wanna be high. Promise you'll never say bye to me, if you ever get high wit me.
The bucket's on tilt, truck is on stilts i did another deal today, at least a couple
mil'. Naw i'm askin you to chill, wanna pat that down I'm tryin to pick you up and never put
your ass back down. get rid of all your worries, why you draggin that around? Here pop one of
these and now pass that around. Fire it up, take a shot, now your ass in the clouds. Can i bend
ya over, throw your ass back down? No need sayin no. we way pass that now. I aint them other
niggas, just control the flashback now. Make three wishes, you can have that now. Fuck the
finacin', payin cash right now. miracle man, make your dreams come true. Take a ride, get high,
bout time you come too.Bet ya life done changed, ya likin my last name Done had a couple
babies, wit a Bentley and a Range. Crib on the water, eatin meals on the plane And ya ilfe in
the sky like you lived on a plane. So much good shit to fill ya brain, If the band seem
strange, i'm jus sayin'
You see me chillin' out, kickin back in the ride, Wit fly broad on the passenger
side. Got a nice smile and immaculate eyes. fore' she get inside, she dont have to decide.
Cause she can have it like she want it, we can do it like that. And i went and threw it to her
and she threw it right back. She say nobody gave it to her like that, Hit it from the back, I
figure you would like that. Her head and tight pussy good like that And damn she aint even from
the hood like that So she probably never kicked it wit a cool nigga Other niggas had her, didnt
know what to do wit her. Intimidated by her face and her cute figure. Cause her waist real
small and her ass way bigger Don't she know that if i want her, I aint finna play wit her. All
i gotta do is spend a A wit her
Hey what it is, pretty girl, would you like to come and kick it wit a nigga for a
night or two And you can take your clothes off if you like to. And it dont matter 'bout the
cost if i like you i just do it shawty, I aint gotta try t. Bust a move, bet ya I can set a
fire in you. me chase round behind you? Why boo? i'm like you, you know you fly, but i'm fly
too. you know how to do it, alwayz ride good. Match the paint wit the wheels, the trunk and the
hood. You dealin' wit a real nigga, get it understood. I'm still in the hood, even when in
Hollywoof. Wit my beat down low and my top let back You lookin' for a G. well you got just that
Look at this little nigga, man
Ay T.I. is that really you man?
Yeah shawty, what's happenin'?
Ay man can you give me a ride home, man?
Man, it's 2:30 in the muthafuckin' mornin', what the fuck you doin' out here?
Out here trappin' tryna get rid of this bomb and purp, man
Man you can come with me on one condition
What's that bruh?
Let me convince you to put that bomb down
I knew it T.I.
What?
You wasn't really on that dope boy shit
I tell you what shawty, get in man
I'll show you how to tote that tool
Make that double
Better be cool, you don't want no trouble
Keep it leanin' to the left
My gat stay cocked
I'm always super clean when you see me on the block
Keep my money in a knot with a rubberband on it
Blow to marijuana, know I got it if you want it
See me standin' on the corner, slangin' that crack
You know how it is to be the man in trap
I'm the dopeman nigga the dopeman nigga the dope the dope dope the dopeman nigga
I'm the dopeman nigga the dopeman nigga the dope the dopeman the dopeman nigga
I'm the dopeman nigga the dopeman nigga the dope the dope dope the dopeman nigga
I'm the dopeman nigga the dopeman nigga (From a ki' to a G, it's all about money)
Look, bet all you see is tats, money, grills, and chains
But if you scratch the surface you can feel the pain
Names change but the situation still the same
The bills need payin' nigga simple and plain
Take a young'n who's aspirin' to get him some change
Won't nobody hire him so he get in the game
Went and bought a 50 slab, divide it up into ten
Sold 'em all, double down, did it again
By then you got enough to buy a quarter ounce
You sellin' dimes to forty fiends buy it and bounce
Throw some money to your momma keep some food in the house
Cop the outfit and the Jordans on the day they came out
Betta get ya self a pistol know the jackers is out
Flip another seven grams, oh you hustlin' now
Time to get yourself a half, make sure it's some glass
A hundred bags sell it fast stack a G now you officially
(I betcha think you pretty good at it now, huh?)
Now once you flipped a couple o's know the game get gravy
Take twelve fifty go git ya two and a baby
Yeah sixty three grams if you whip that right
you should get back five or six that night Stack that money and repeat that twice
Buy you somethin' to ride in, ya gotta be tight
Next time you buy somethin' take twenty-five hundred
Get four and a half it come back in nine don't it
Now stay low key when the money keep comin'
Keep some niggas on ya team to show these suckas they don't want it
By then your connect will clearly see you on ya grind
Shit you come to get a nine and he front you what you buyin'
As long as you bring back your money on time
And if you snort blow, do it on your own time
At this rate you'll be at a brick in no time
They say the want some weight, tell them niggas stand in line
(Stay with me now shawty, here comes the fun part)
Now the robbers plottin' on ya and your name stay buzzin'
You caught a sale case down in Macon with your cousin
Your connect ain't worried, you and him cool
He know you'll never tell what you and him do
A mob of a hundred just a few of them true
You heard a worker snictchin' on you and it's true
Everybody know you sell that shit
The feds come and get ya, shit we heard you
Tote that tool, make that double
Better be cool, you don't want no trouble
Keep it leanin' to the left, my gat stay cocked
I'm always super clean when you see me on the block
Keep my money in a knot with a rubberband on it
Blow that marijuana know I got it if you want it
See me standin' on the corner slangin' that crack
You know how it is to be the man in trap
Do it
what u waiting for
Do it
what u waiting for
Do it
what u waiting for
Now Lemme hear you say
Big shit poppin, and lil shit stoppin
Ball on these niggas being broke is not an option
Do it to the maximum, take it why you asking them?
Don't listen to them suckas when they say you too irrational.
See I said I was king and them lames started laughing
Same sucker now I want the king on the track
I composed several classics
watchu know like top back, dope boys,
Bring em out, and what you know about that
Now they ask how I talk what you know about that
Dominated '06, now Im going right back
See me reign hell, lettem show just like that
Even Denzel'll say damn, I ain't know it like that
Nigga yea, still bankhead you can tell
Ain't nothing changed but the name on the mail
Still kicking doors with them thangs in the air
Open Benny Honda, see me slang in dem chair
I will slang cane, no such thang as a jail
Said you need a hundred squares they just came off the scale
Do it like a ball playa, when you see me ballin
Stacks tall-ass ball playa from the stage to the air
Whether in Miami, Cincinnati or in Riverdale
Arizona, California, make it rain anywhere
Pullin out that pistol nigga who you think u finna scare?
20 rounds of missles have you pissin in your underwear
I tote a pound, 40 cal, so you better tone it down
I suggest you adjust the bass, except for when it going down
A-town, west side club, you should catch me,
Right up at the top where Big Kuntry, Dro & Mac be
Jackers lying say they caught me slipping how could that be
I'm something like a stalker I be everywhere the strap be
The trap be, jumping with that 100 dollar slab
If I wanted nigga I could get 100 on the tab
Sell em all double down Nigga do the math
Think I won't pull up in something With 200 on the dash
Do it like I wanna do it, do that shit in front of you
Real nigga vision pimpin I aint seeing none of you
I Do it for my nigga phil daughter and his momma too
Do it for my oldest sons and they Grand momma too
Do it for my daughters and my my youngest son momma who
go buy what she want cuz she know it ain't a problem to.
You do something to them and its you I bring the Drama to
You do it for a day or so, we do it for a month or two
I do it for my partner go make show them nigga stuntin too
We doing with them choppers, aint no problem where you running to?
We do it for the block, now why ain't nobody stopping me
I do it for my pop, and my cousins too they watchin me
I did it nonstop, now see how these niggas copy me
I made it from the bottom to the top, where I oughtta be
Who do it did good, and do it different
No matter what I do you know I do it to death
Umm... goddamn... uh what the fuck, what time is it? I swear I parked my car... shit
Aye... light hit my face sun brought the heat
Open my eyes see my car parked across the street
And then it hit i ain't really slept that long in a week
Matter fact i don't even remember falling asleep
Alantic office claimin j just keep calling the heat
Is it an emergency or something you need to talk to me?
J said (i thought you needed to talk to me)
(If it's a change made aware i think i outta be
You making ultimatums now you don't talk to me
You make shit way worse then it outta be
I aint arguin on the phone come talk to me
Ill be waitin on you dawg at the office peace)
Now im thinkin hard as i walk ot my house
The f***k have i done now, what could he be talkin bout?
I been stayin outta trouble shit i bin on the couch
I was workin on the album i was listenin now
Then doug called (ay you spoke to J?)
Yea is it something i dont know that i was supposed to say?
All i know before the hour i awoke today
Nigga commin wit the realist and he chose today
Im real close to J i seen ups and downs hit
But i aint never heard him sound the way that he sounded
It really caught a nigga by surprise, i was astounded
He a real cool dude but why he call me clownin?
(you say'n you dont know bout it?)
Know bout what?
(Atlantic records said you called the office and went nuts)
(makin death threats talkin loud gettin buck)
Man they said i did what? folks im just gettin up
(say you waitin out your deal till you hear its up)
(planin to make away with 20 million bucks)
You bullshitin me right? is you serious brugh?
(yea they said you found out the rapper T.I.P wit us
I talked to Craig, Jewels and Kais a long time
Long story short they said you don lost ya damn mind
And i runnun off deep and across ya damn mind
You crossed the thin line, i'm hearin em tell atlantic
Its so much shit about cha, they dont give a shit about cha
Say'n you ain't doin' nothing they couldn't have done without cha
You ain'y never been hotta, worked a whole lotta years and came up
To go way back to the bottom, what...)
Man...what the hell is yall talkin bout?
I been in the house all night
I don't know nothing bout that shit man
I got the album right here
Rapper T.I.
3 grammy nominations
with the second highest debut on the hip hop
if u look left there's a monkey next to an anaconda
sentenced to probation
Philon Johnson gun downed.
In a hail of gun
suffered a miscarriage
ATL opens with a
features with the acting debut of rapper T.I.
I aint sign up for dis shit. Lost my partner. Lost my life homes. F**k dis sh*t. Im done.
A listen homes. Get Atlantic on da phone. Gon call em. Tell Craig, Julie, Cap and Col. I need
to holla at em. First I gotta let em kno Im tired of rapping. F**k da money. Ever since Phil
died I aint happy. A wats happenin. We under new operations. Though we ready, we'd like ya
cooperation better. Listen when Im talkin. Throwed off. I aint patient. Ima tell once then
start countin shell cases. Don't mean to scare but dis bullsh*t is irritating. Ima tell u like
it is shawty. I aint fin to play. I feel another K comin round da corner any day. I kno da
consequences. Im da same nigga anyway. Its way more important that wat Im fin to say. Do wat I
say or I aint droppin sh*t till 2028 (who gives a f**k if he comes on to 20 for 28. He said da
year 2028 u f**kin moron) Listen guys. Im on dat be hot sh*t. Its T I P for now on. F**k dat T I sh*t.
Give a damn wat any nigga gotta say bout dis. Yea I think its best to say I did it.
Don't be emailin to itinerary. I wont get it. Ya best bet
just holla when they filled da jet. Tell City aint no photo shoots and I aint in da building.
Accused now b in da southern just to shoot a dozen movies.
(Cash dat check and be spending our money)
You right about dat honey. Thanks for doin dat for me. Speaking of money. You can always
buy me out but da price high. I aint none of T I nigga. No moe Mister Nice Guy.
(Listen kid. Understand me here. Dis is Leor Colin. You better treat dis company wit some respect. And you
better not be playin wit my muthaf**king money.) I got ya motherf**king money partner but I
aint playin. U got any since, youll do wat da f**k I say. I aint sellin no god**** albums. Dat
aint no threat. Dats a muthaf**kin promise jack. Come and see me if you want. Get it like da
I'm a pimp tight, nigga ridin clean after midnight,
Ready for the gun play, prepared for a fistfight,
Run up on your bitch and ask her what that pussy hit like ?
At first she actin' funny, but in a minute I knew she'd get right,
Get down, got her fuckin' with another bitch now,
I'm king of all that I survey, remember this tip town,
And you aint ready pussy nigga better set it down,
We mag night and rock steady nigga spittin rounds,
Turn ur stomach to spaghetti when you hit the ground,
Toss the choppas in the chevy now we mashin down,
Campbellton, countin' all your benjamins and hamiltons,
As far as im concerned your just a job for the janitors,
Don't disregard I'm a guard your an amature,
Hidin' behind your body guards and your manager,
I pimp hard through all the pages in the calender,
Bitch is Pimp Squad, its all action no cameras,
You know what it is, You know what it is,
You know what it is, You know what is is,
Shawty we bury niggaz, Shawty we bury niggaz,
Shawty we bury niggaz, Shawty we bury niggaz, ... THE UNDERTAKER
You know what it is, You know what it is,
You know what it is, You know what is is,
Shawty we bury niggaz, Shawty we bury niggaz,
Shawty we bury niggaz, Shawty we bury niggaz, ... THE UNDERTAKER
Yo, standin on the trap with me, mashin' me is best for me
1000 round magazine, my partner say no attackin' me
I'm A to the average B, respiratory ??, fruit chevy, H-IC, my lyrics hit like HIV
Spray by me, state patrol, murder comes like day to me,
Bullets chip your l-I-p and dirty all your h-I-p's
Shout out to your homies where they're feedin um through they IV,
From the westside where they say I be,
The way I be, the ruler of all I survery I be,
Laid back, Yay's back, Triple Kiwi Maybach,
Weed match the benz, Cush triple kiwi'd 80 pack,
Old school baby crack, I'm tryin' to bring the 80's back,
Haitians give me hated crack, cuz my momma hated crack,
Til' we got evicted and I came through and done ate his ass,
Playa back, we rhyme we I live, I'm a zone 3 hustla niggaz know what it is,
May we all bow our heads, and pray for this nigga,
The undertakers comin any day for this nigga,
They hate um' in the hood, from the dreams he been sellin',
I read the paperwork and it seems you was tellin',
You know what it is, and you know who I'm talkin' bout,
When the feds came, I didn't open up my mouth,
Waht you scared for ?, niggaz know you've been a hoe,
It was like homie, shit was all good just a week ago,
Get the goons ready start up your vehicle,
And shoot at any fuckin' car you ain't seen before,
Pick up the shells, and we use an automatic,
They gave 50 years to my nigga lil' travis,
See I'm movin trap, and let um trip over the wires,
And then he'll be layin', right by the preacher and the choir,
Catch um before I do, T.I. go and handle your biz,
Mannie Fresh I got you nigga
I'm gonna show these niggaz what to do with one of your beats
I'm shuttin' the whole block down
Here comes trouble homey
I'ma tell you how the king like to ride homeboy
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back
Holla if ya like ya Kenwood high and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back
Holla if ya like ya Kenwood high and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black
I'm the man in my city ain't nobody fuckin' wit me
You can ask the real niggaz and all the bad bitches
I'm a known drug dealer I always have 50's
And the thugs and the killers was all in class wit me
SS'S on 26's watchin' some television
Shorty I'm never slippin' got the berretta in vision
And ready to pop the clip in, ready to get to trippin'
Ready to show these folks a celebrity pistol whippin'
Pimp stolen the automobile and the roof for the tag missin'
Polices try to pursue me it's nothin' but gas given'
Addicted to fast livin', yes I'm one of my dads children
Think I'm bad now shoulda seen me before I had children
Give dick to ya daddy's daughter and they oughta have children?
Hope he got some insurance 'cause I definitely have some endurance?
Kill her in Mississippi and drive her ass to Missouri
Still my waint pet drippin' while I'm woodgrain grippin'
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back
Holla if ya like ya Kenwood high and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back
Holla if ya like ya Kenwood high and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black
I got this Pimp Squad Click I know you hearda 'bout us
Young niggaz filthy rich and we ain't worried 'bout much
On this glock I clutch in God I trust
If a fuck nigga start bet his heart I bust
Got ya partners and the broad in ya car fucked up
What, ya under estimation thought a star wouldn't bust
I got the heart and the guts on this purp I blow
Move ten bricks daily tryin' to twerk five mo
Ya see the Cadillac swervin' down Hollywood Road
On the flyest bird in Cali fuckin' Hollywood hoes
On a pill and half with my partner Young Dro
Bumpin' Goodie Mob Soul Food number fo'
Other rappers' old dudes told dudes I'ma pro
With a loaded fo fo and a quarter brick of blow
Hey nigga don't you hit me less you buyin' 6 or mo'
My 24 blades glistenin' and my 808 kickin'
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back
Holla if ya like ya Kenwood high and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back
Holla if ya like ya Kenwood high and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black
I wear the crown down under man somebody better tell 'em
'Fore I spit a hundred rounds and have everybody bailin'
I got some bitches in a Benz and my partners in the Chevy
And now we ridin' Giovannis and Asanis on Pirellis
If ya ever think ya tryin' to run up on me just forget it
The clip in the chopper long as ya leg and leave ya shredded
Pistol way in the truck got my knife on tuck
Ya think he ain't getin' stuck you got life fucked up
A couple stiches in ya hip will have ya night fucked up
Will he live? Will he die? Guess he might luck up
Meanwhile I'm racin my Ferarri like a light for a buck
Against Lamborghini Gallardo everytime I get a car
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back
Holla if ya like ya Kenwood high and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back
Holla if ya like ya Kenwood high and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black, hey
Grand Hustle Pimp..
Hey, whats happenin shorty
Me being a true player and all
I mean you know as a stand up guy you know
I really hate to say I told you so
But, man I told you so
Back when we said we were goin to run this shit man
When we said Pimp Squad Click, Grand Hustle was the business
When we said their was a whole nother side of Atlanta
A nother bunch of motherfuckers in the trap, y'all didnt know
Man, I told you so
They thought a pimp wasn't s'posed to blow
Because I was rappin about moving o's and blow
Pimp I told you so
They thought that Outkast closed the door
And Ludacris came in and sold his 4?
Man, I told you so
The Mac, C-Rod, Kuntry and Dro
And AK had the coldest flow
Nigga, I told you so
I said the future was right up under your nose
You thought the south wouldn't explode no more
Remember, I told you so
Way back when Kriss-Kross was hollering "Jump" on ya tube
They was still gettin jumped at school, we used to tote them tools
Don't get me wrong I'll give respect to them dudes
But approach us wrong, and we'll smoke them fools, ain't no joke it's the truth
Fuck a hater, let 'em do what it do
I'm busy now, but I'll be through in a few
And then I'm coming for you
So keep shit talking like it's something to do
I'll spend a 100 grand get a killer something to do
I been hustlin since 92' when I heard UGK
Hollering "Pocket Full of Stones" I was on my way
Had a history in the yay, before I started to trap
13, let me take you back farther than that
When my uncles was baggin blocks, used to count the stacks
I was only 8, and my grand-daddy can vouch for that
And my pops had alot of work, alot of folk he got 'em work
And ran numbers, said if he ain't wanna, he ain't gotta work
Why I sold rocks, I guess I got from pops
My uncles ? man ? a chip off the old block
The nigga you hear now the same one from off the old block
Who used to stand on Front St. and get off the old block
I remember the P$C, Killer Mike, David Banner and me and YoungBloodz
Ran through Atlanta with heat, when even Atlanta was sleep
Nigga, back before you heard of me
I was middle man into serving keys when KC was serving 3
I'm on top because I deserved to be
So simmer down, calm your nerves at least
Speak your words with peace
Before you lay out on the curb deceased
Think about it, it's absurd to beef
I took my songs to street
He told me dopeboy was the bomb in the street
Since then, my name rang like alarms in the street
Who knew how long it would be
If only LA knew how wrong he could be
I told you ain't nobody stronger than me
This southern rap shit of the day is something I helped design
Puerto Rico of the mix show I'll let you know who the next in line
the Snowman, Paul Wall, the Thug ?
Alot of other niggaz shouldn't of even been signed
Thats a opinion of mine
Because these niggaz be neglecting the grind
Ain't waiting on nobody to let me shine, I'ma go get me mine
And then they wonder why they checks behind
Cuz TIP was 20k? back in the day, need me to press rewind
What be on these niggaz mind, man don't get me to lyin
I seen ya kind, dopeboy, and that ain't even ya kind
Ain't never sold a gram of crack, and ain't no need of ya tryin
Let's get it homeboy!
Y'all already know what is man, this ain't nuttin new to y'all man!
T.I.P., Pimp $quad Click ya understand that?
King of the South! Hey!
Westside of the A-Town, nigga you don't know no better nigga
BANKHEAD!!
Aye... Aye... Grand Hustle c'mon and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, aye..
We gone swing by some sororities y'know what I'm sayin'
We gone ride down Bankhead my nigga
C'mon and ride wit' me right quick aight?
Come and ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at
Where them suckers get it at and hustlas keep the chickens at
Ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at
Where hoe niggaz be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at
Ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at
Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be trillin' at
Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G
All through the A.T.L., come and ride wit' a G
See me ridin' through Atlanta in a Phantom wit' the double door
Make these bitches wonder what he be in so much trouble for
I'm touching folk, anytime they trying Grand Hustle folk
I'm busting folk, what the fuck we arguing, fussin, cussin' for?
You lucky hoe, couple of years ago I prolly cut your throat
But fuck it though, what I'm spending somethin' on a nothing fo'
Well-known flow, man I got this shit from Simpson Road
Adamsville, Born Holmes, Center Hill, Zone 4.
A drop top, flip flop, shine as the chrome glow
When T.I.P. pop out the roof "What he up in Herndon Homes fo'?"
Along though, shit he jus' doin' what he known for
Blowin' 'dro, 24, livin' how the song go
Rubber burnt, turn the corners, beatin' like a Congo
You try to jack I pull the strap, it's +ASAP+ pronto
King of the South, every hood's head honcho
I'm Westside certified, go run a fuckin' hood yo
I done told y'all I'ma O.G., never had cold feet
You end up with no teeth, nigga +U Don't Know Me+
I'll knock ya off ya feet, put holes in ya until ya clothes leak
Tossed it in the river like I threw away my old heat
You chose to oppose me? Who the fuck you s'posed to be?
Mechanicsville and Summer Hill, Zone 3 that roll wit' me
No hoes wit' me, you know all that blow before they sold me?
I'm everything you s'posed to be, boy ain't no runnin' over me
Kick it wit' the +King+ and lemme show you what I mean man
Most these niggaz rappin' about a block, ain't never seen Nan
Real niggaz recognize, real niggaz and you ain't nan
You don't know how to stab a nigga dead, keep a clean hand
Sell a block for 24, you got's to 17 gram
From Eastside niggaz and Kirkwood and Little Vietnam
These 26's keep the attention of bitches
Come and ride wit' me pimpin', lemme show you how we get it
Alabama, Mississippi, come and ride wit' a G
Dallas ride wit' a G, Houston ride wit' a G
Carolinas, Virginia, Philly come and ride wit' a G
Memphis ride wit' a G, Chicago ride wit' a G
California, Florida, Detroit they all gon' ride wit' a G
Phoenix ride wit' a G, St. Louis ride wit' a G
Seattle ride wit' a G, Jersey ride wit' a G
What's happenin' man? This TIP, you know?
I'd like to dedicate this song to
Anybody who done ever lost somebody
To the grave, to the streets, to the jail cell
I done been in situations where I had
To cope with all three, you know what I'm sayin'?
I feel like the only thing I ain't done yet is died, you know?
But it ain't how I live while I'm here
It's how I live when I leave, ya dig?
Life's ups and downs they come and go
But when I die, I hope I live in the sky
All my folks who ain't alive, I hope they live in the sky
Pray to God when I die, that I live in the sky
It's true what goes around, comes back you know
So when I die I hope I live in the sky
All my folks who ain't survive, may they live in the sky
Tell God, I wanna fly, let me live in the sky
My cousin Toot ain't have to die, right in front of his son and his wife
He lost his life struggling over a gun
Give a damn what he done, that's my motherfuckin' folk
And I love that nigga to death, no motherfuckin' joke
I can feel my eyes fillin', the Lord is my witness
If I catch 'em, I'ma kill 'em, I made it my business
Back in the day, you stayed in my business
Taught me I ain't have to incorporate yay in my business
Coincidentally, that's why today you not wit me
My cousin died over some yay, and I miss him
Plus he had his family out, let's say she the eye witness
But her boyfriend did the shootin', judge gave her life sentence
I heard that, now I'm dressed up in all black
Shot up the whole apartment's, he still ain't brought back
The best friend I had in Jamel, I lost that
Guess ya death was a lesson in life, it taught me that
Life's ups and downs they come and go
But when I die, I hope I live in the sky
All my folks who ain't alive, I hope they live in the sky
Pray to God when I die, that I live in the sky
It's true what goes around, comes back you know
So when I die I hope I live in the sky
All my folks who ain't survive, may they live in the sky
Tell God, I wanna fly, and let me live in the sky
Never seen a nigga go to jail and sleep til day two
Well that's how sick I was when Jayrue
Found out the hard way that was powder they were tootin'
Over-dosed on heroin, died at 22
If you ain't heard about your daughter, she smile just like you
So cute, even resorts to violence like you
You know your baby momma loose, but ha, what can you do
And I got for myself, yuh, it's been a few
Now everything I do is for King, Messiah, Dazasha, Demonte
Tell the Lord they all I've got, so please don't take them from me
From me standin' in the trap wit qerin and sir kap
Laughin' at the niggaz who serve with no strap
Tell them niggaz, man, y'all trippin' with no maps
Get robbed, and that's the part of my pistol ain't no help
Me, you and the crew just fell out over dough and a lil' crack
Never could apologize 'cause you died, that's why they say that
Life's ups and downs they come and go
But when I die, I hope I live in the sky
All my folks who ain't alive, I hope they live in the sky
Pray to God when I die, that I live in the sky
It's true what goes around, comes back you know
So when I die I hope I live in the sky
All my folks who ain't survive, may they live in the sky
Tell God, I wanna fly, and let me live in the sky
I bet you niggaz think I'm livin' it up
'Til you see polices laughin' as they pickin' me up
Went from seeing how many bitches I can fit in the truck
To three hots and a cot, is you kiddin' or what?
Fuck how many millions I got, nigga, so what if I'm hot
When I got prices on my head, Feds rushin' my spot
A million haters want me dead, forced to carry a gat
But you's a seven-time felon, what you doin' wit that?
It's a Catch-22, either you lose or you lose
That's the way the game structured, for real, niggaz to suffer
And I ain't neva been a buster, always stood on my feet
Like a man prepared to take whatever coming for me
A pussy nigga or polices with a warrant for me
I'm a G, prepared to die for what's important to me
Look anybody in the eye who say he want it wit me
Put up the house and bet the odds if it's comin' from me
OG's say I need to learn to be patient
You telling me with these seven years of probation
Pistol charges and a host of other open cases
If niggaz only knew the kind of time I was facin'
I tried to keep it to myself, but sometimes I couldn't take it
Got four kids, the smiles on they faces
Mean more to me than my crown and my bracelet
Take that away from me, and my life is butt naked
Life's ups and downs they come and go
But when I die, I hope I live in the sky
All my folks who ain't alive, I hope they live in the sky
Pray to God when I die, that I live in the sky
It's true what goes around, comes back you know
So when I die I hope I live in the sky
All my folks who ain't survive, may they live in the sky
Tell God, I wanna fly, and let me live in the sky
Aye man, I'd like to dedicate this song to my cousin Toot
Alahondro Jamera Morgan man, I miss the shit out of you my nigga
Also I'd like to dedicate this to my homeboy Jayrue
Jamar Hendrix what's happenin'?
Also my partna Bankhead, [Incomprehensible]
What it is nigga, PSC for life and death
And my lil' homeboy Poncho, and my lil' homeboy Rico
I shed tears writin' this song homeboy, that's real talk man
Ayee I wanna live in the sky, sky, sky
Hey let me live in the sky, sky
Pray to God that I live in the sky, sky, sky
I want to live in the sky
I want to live in the sky
I want to live in the sky
And the prophecy read that
One day like the pheonix rose from the ashes
That a boy will be born unto a family in the slums
This boy will go on and use the knowledge that he gains
While fighting for survival in the streets
To become a crack leader
And in time that boy will grow to become King!!!!!!
Time to ride nigga (Just Blaze!!)
I welcome you and get acquainted with the youngest in charge
Respected from East to West like he was running the mob
Dictating, ain't taking orders from no one but God
I know you niggaz is broke 'cause I know what you charge
Them niggaz wishing for a Phantom it's one in my garage
It's black as legary right next to the black Ferrari
You niggaz ain't getting money off of rapping I'm sorry
Fuck the rep went and spent 60 large on a Harley
'Cause where he stay 10,012 feet not hardly
Now you see that we ain't able to compete, now arewe?
And pardon me I'm giving you the Westside story
Of the A, where I stay and niggaz stay down for me
You want to play, have you gay niggaz lay down for me
And get a order for killers to spray rounds for me
Competition, you ain't considered; you rapping, you bore me
You reppin the A horribly
Must I say more importantly
The king back!
Ay, man y'all niggaz got me way too fucked up, you understand that?
What you need to do is homeboy
You need to go back and grab I'm Serious you know
You need to get familiar with Dope Boys and see where
all these niggaz got they style
See where that trap shit came from
Then you need to graduate to mother fucking In Da Streets Vol.1-3
Then you need to go to Trap Muzik, I got locked up for a second
Then grab Urban Legend and now to bring you up to speed
Who knew you could fit on your wrist a whole pound of diamonds
I'm number one on the list while you clowns are climbing
Wishing to be in positions that you found that I'm in
Since you niggaz do what it say I'm world renowned than sign me
If Jay handled the clay and around the time
I delivered a bad day when 4 5's were spiraling
I care the least about police and the fireman siren
Ambulance ain't gon stand a chance in reviving
DOA amend the beef will cease upon my arriving
Paramedics yell clear and your flat line silent
You ain't ready for out here 'cause the lifestyle violent
You think you is, you must be living on Fantasy Island
Your mammies mad, get your ass wiped out like Thailand
Hit my phone and got what left and hit the three while you following
You say you want to release and go to war with the finest
Need you be reminded, want it with Your Highness?
Ay man I know y'all niggaz still in the trap everyday
Still man I know y'all don't see nothing but the projects nothing but grits
But listen
Make no mother fucking mistake man
I still wiil shoot up my mother fucking self, AK and
45 nigga on side nigga
And come see 'bout niggaz you understand
But I don't want to do that 'cause I respect that shit y'all doing
I started that shit
I made that shit cool
I made these niggaz want to be you nigga
I'm talkin to you
sucker nigga you can stunt all ya wanta stunt
I know you won't bust a gun (Yeah I'm talkin to you)
fuck nigga you can hate all you wanna hate
I know you a fake-make no mistake I'm talkin to you
youz a lame uz a shame to the game
I say it you know what ya name is (I'm talkin to you)
we can shoot it out whenever you wanna
whatever you wanna do boi I'm talkin to you
Ay I'm the best you ever heard about, fresher than you heard about
yeah I'm strapped now pussy nigga this ain't just word of mouth
for niggaz wit dirty mouths, I got a lotta clean pistols to wash 'em out
I'm really finna give yo ass some hotter shit to talk about
the goons hit the room now you askin what's this all about
fo' you know it ya noggins split ya bottom teeth is fallin out
got a problem wit patna -I see him in the city and call him out
it wasnt for the chopper ain't shit I'm gettin all of mine
pop 'em drop 'em call the plan a wake he out forever more
I give it to you straight nigga I don't need a metaphor
how many different ways is it to say I'm getting cheddar more
a nigga twice as old way mo' popular need to set at all
Man I just say it to my pops, maybe he could tell ya better boy
patient in the afterlife I'll waste ya in the after life
even after my life haters be after my life
cuz I'ma do in 06 what took 'em half of they life, man I'm talkin to you
I ain't talkin to Jeezy cause thats my brother
ain't talkinto Face cause that's my father
ain't talkin to Bun cause that's my uncle
ain't talkin to Kast cause them ma patnas
ain't talkin to Jigga cause that's my nigga, the Real President carter
gave me Diplomatic Immunity you and me why bother
man all I gotta do is go buy a nigga a charger
and he only come in to offer he don't even wanna rob ya
you done fucked up and started shit wit some real shit starter
you don fought with a chopper holla what it is patna
you better keep it proper you know what it is patna
this some lightwork ain't even gotta call godfather
Mobsta, had the old phantom now the drop son
3rd the king of cloverland, Slim thug is the boss son
Paul Wall made me the hardest grill I done bought for
for a 100 K ,a 100 carat paul don't wanna talk bra
nigga wouldn't buck won't dare, you just talk tough
don't try to run from me now whatchu thought bra I'm talkin to you
I ain't talkin to Buck cause he a real nigga
ain't talkin 2 Pimp cause he a trill nigga
ain't talkin 2 BG cause he like me, with old cases and will kill niggaz
I know you wannabe just like me since you got ya new record deal nigga
But I don't give a fuck if you like me no second diss ya not trill nigga
ya in ya video wearin white T that don't make you no dope dealer nigga
But I ain't talkin bout no bankhead, carver homes, no adamsville nigga
you dealin wit a lil gorilla nigga
10 mill later I'm still the nigga
Killer Mike, Yung bloodz, David Banner
Bonecrusher they remember when y'all ain't feel a nigga
Had it out with Chris he still my nigga
sat down,civilized talk about it like niggaz
so I ain't never been served get ya facts right nigga
for this 40 cal make ya ass act right nigga
coming against the king get ya stats right nigga
wanna talk about nigga, wanna be a hot nigga
gonna be a shot nigga, yeah I say'd it what nigga buck nigga
like Lil Jon I don't give a fuck
I give a God damn if I never sell another milla
I take my ass right back to sillahillabilla
compound come down everyday sell yay
Just like the old days stack another mill up
niggaz ain't ready for the dust that we kick up
go talk shit forget they get hit up
You better be bout that shit you kick
Like DipSet bitch you trynna get wit us
I don't Politic, don't even speak see I don't kiss up
gotta be styles and sheek Jada diss us
diss us...that's goin piss us..see I love it when the government pick niggaz
if you don't hang in the air by the name a swizz beats
told mannie fresh he the skateboard P
Yeah, yeah, uh, aye! What the fuck I gotta worry about now?
Nigga you think after weatherin' the storm and comin' from the extremes I came from
You think I'ma call all the way and get scared? Ahah!
Nah nigga.. I'ma motherfuckin' win
Nigga if all this shit go out the window right now man
I'm all too familiar with this shit
My nigga I'm straight ya dig? Please believe that shit man. Hey!
You can keep the car, the clothes, the money and the hoes
Just gimme a couple of O's, drop me off at the sto'
And I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt
Hey you can keep the dancers and the boppers, the plexers and the poppers
Let me fill up my Impala, boy holla at my partners
And I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt
I gotta couple of V's wit' the kits, MPV's on my wrist
A lot of glamour and glit's, but shawty I don't need that
My beginnin' was a humble one, a hustler I'ma son of one
Taught me how to number run, I went from that to number one
Had a hundred ones, I bought a slab flipped another one
Sold my little three-eighty east, and said I need another gun
The littlest in the trap, and got it poppin' like some bubble gum
Junkies hatin' on my stacks, sayin' I'm nothing but a young
Buck, niggaz say, "What?" Then he see me raise up
Just wanna see the little boy wit' nuts exchange old niggaz whole face soon
'Cause I spray the nigga's whole face up, wet the nigga from the waist up
They try you once and you pull a fall, and then tell 'em shaw' don't play wit 'em
I'm fourteen in the dope game and don't care of catchin' no case bruh
Consider me, that's intentionally, another nigga that it's too late for
Hey wait bruh, bet any nigga came from that?
Who lose it all the day, I bet he say he changed from that
Hey you can keep the game and the fame, the haters and the lames
Just gimme some cocaine and somewhere I can slang
And I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt
Hey you can keep the clones and the clowns, the throne and the crown
Well-known in the town that I'm holdin' it down
So I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt
Okay now, now when I spit it, I spit it how I live it
Every verse I ever gave ya, it was fact, nothin' fiction
I'ma +Livin' Legend+.. no stuntin', no reppin'
You can check my track record, I'm highly respected
I'ma gangsta in the game, go ask Lil' Wayne
Ask Judge Johnson, how many times he saw my face
For, "pistol here, pistol there," "violation here, violation here"
Betta ask Rank, I ran the jail when I was there
I held it down, where-ever I go
When I'm in the A wit' the +King+, or in Detroit in the snow
I'ma pro, whether it's movin' snow or movin' 'dro
That's between me and you, I can get it for the low
But that's nothing, everybody say they gotta story
Mine on "Larry King," theirs is on "Maury"
At the end of the day, it seems to won't go away
I guarantee +The Heart of the Streetz+ that you pray
Snowman bitch (bitch), I ride two-seaters (vroom!!)
It's a cold world, so I keep two heaters (geyeah!)
I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt, you betta ask somebody (body)
Matter fact nigga you can just ask me (me)
A little over aggressive, yeah I just might be
But half the niggaz in the hood just like me (damn!)
You wonder why a nigga talk eight balls all day?
You should try standin' around wit' eight balls all day (YEEEAAAHHH!!)
Somebody pray for me, I don't know nothin' else (AYE!)
Why should I help you, when you ain't tryin' to help yourself
I came in this game, fresh out the streets (yeah)
Who you kiddin' nigga, I put my life on these beats (YEAH!)
Fuck bein' broke, this a reality check (check)
While you mad at ya girl, ya betta check reality (AHAH!)
Gotta crawl 'fore you walk, you gotta think before you talk
Damn right they gon' hate (geyeah!), 'cause them niggaz aren't straight
(AHAH!)
Say what it do? Young Pimp C know what I'm talking 'bout?
Yeah, nigga want me to speak on some "king" shit, know what I'm sayin'?
On the cool y'know.. young nigga T.I. jumped out there
said he was the king of the south
He ruffled a whole lotta niggaz' feathers
But niggaz didn't really understand what the nigga was talking 'bout
Y'know.. and uh.. so everybody had it twisted but..
me I understood from the get go
That what the nigga was tryin' to put
in these motherfuckin' stupid ass niggaz' faces!!
Was the fact that it's a whole bunch of kings down here
And as long as you takin' care of yo' business and doin' king shit you a king!
What these niggaz shoulda been tryin' to do was tryin' to get close to the nigga
And get some understandin' about the type of game
He was tryin' to put in these motherfuckin' niggaz' ear holes!
Understand what I'm sayin'?
So I'm layin' back I'm watchin' the game from the sideline
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
And I'm seein' all these ol' pussy ass niggaz out here
Talking 'bout they this and they that, but they really ain't doin' nothin!
'Cause they motherfuckin' paper ain't right
When I see them in the street, they diamonds fake! Know what I'm talking 'bout?
They shit ain't cut right, ya shit ain't right!
Shit cloudy and chipped up, know what I'm talking 'bout?
And them niggaz talking 'bout they "trill niggaz"
Don't even know what the motherfuckin' word mean!
Know what I'm talking 'bout? This comin' from the O.G. style trill
Know what I'm talking 'bout? Not these ol' fake ass niggaz
Tryin' to come on the scene later on and tryin' to take glory for some shit
Some other niggaz paid dues for, know what I'm talking 'bout?
So this is what is.. we bringin' Georgia and Texas together
All you ol' BITCH ASS NIGGAS that ain't down wit' the play
Move on to the side, all you old school rappers like 'Pac say
You niggaz flabby, lookin' like Larry Holmes
BACK YO' BITCH ASS UP!! And, and, and, and move around for the South
'Cause it's our time to shine, know what I'm talking 'bout?
Yeah
Yeah
Come on (Hey)
PSC, Uh
(Yall niggas) What (Yall niggas)
What Pimp Squad shortay
What you know about them
What they know?
You don't know about them
(They don't know, they don't know)
Now what you really know about them?
(What it is) Yeen know about them
(Them heavy chevys shortay)
Yeen know about them (heavy chevy shortay)
Now how you tame a young baller
That rides Surburbans, Caprises
Candy Impalas, Rasberry Monte Carlos
That barks like a rottweiler
Off the collar
Addicted to hustlin
And stackin mighty dollars
O holla
When you hear the Chevy beatin down the street
Beatin so hard
The chris is wastin on my mink seats
To get a rim posted corner
Call me 10 G's
The same as the Chevy platinum emblem on my keys
Wit the diamond against the trim
A young ass nigga wit a Louis V rim
A sporty young shorty wit the Gucci shades dim
These hoes mistaken me for being they pimp
They said baby couldn't see you pass them shiny rims
I'ma cool little daddy
Bitch i never been a simp
And if you choose a hoe you need to hop on in
And if you aint bitch you need to ride wit him
Cuz i'm pimpin
Yeah, we ridin in them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys
On them D's and them Vogues
When we shinin on them hoes
Yeah, we ridin in them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys
Beatin hard in the park when we rollin wit the squad
Now if you heard from me
You gon feel something hot to the third degree
Coming down yo street in a black capris
Wit a fine ass freak in the passengers seat
Yall fake niggas don't know the half of me
I spit pimp game automatically
Don't be mad at me
Cuz i'm finally coming up in the industry
And the 44 singing on the triple D's
Plug not the underground celebrities
Mac Bone my partna keepin the beat
Heat it up like a cook out
When the sun falls
Yall niggas better look out
Your rap careers over
I put a hook down
Like you better pallow
Ride and swerve while my niggas follow
Hoes wobblin and start slobbin
Bobbin on the dick until they swallow
Speedometer, broken doors
Smokin body, dented windows
Tinted bended round the corner leanin
In the steamin screamin demons
Spillin liquor, yeah nigga
Blowin tall off the wall
Burning rubber leavin foul
Muthafucka how you ride
Choppin blades wit triple golds
Stay away from camilton rolls
Playa cause I'm riding old
It aint no thang to take them vogues
Jack it up, strip it down
Had the freshest car in town
Pimpin cuz I'm bout my crown
Hey shortay whats that knockin sound
Yeah, we ridin in them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys
On them D's and them Vogues
When we shinin on them hoes
Yeah, we ridin in them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys
Beatin hard in the park when we rollin wit the squad
T.I.P and P.S is fresher than new S-S's
Triple doors and vogues shinin like some treasure chests
I got a fetish
I aint gettin in it boy unless it's
Got them little blue boxes off in the head restes
I bet it's wood in the dash
Duel in the ass
Get an Impala
Holla watch me (skirrrt)
When I pass
I'm buring rubber in your yard
Diggin up ya grass
Drag racin four fifty four
Thats what make it fast
I hit the gas
And I mash on it in a flash
Throw it in the gutter
Buy another if it crash
That's petty cash
I parlay all day in a Cheverlay
Pearsjay wit a face bright as heavens day
I'm beatin fo' tens in the flo then
Hit the store then for some more Hen (Hey Dub)
Pull a hoe and four friends
Dubs still spinnin wit a gold grill in it
White leather guts
Wipe up wit ya spill in it
Still trillin out here
Yeah, we ridin in them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys
On them D's and them Vogues
When we shinin on them hoes
Yeah, we ridin in them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys
Beatin hard in the park when we rollin wit the squad
Yeah
T.I.P. shortay
PSC shortay
Pimp Squad
Mac Boney, A-K
Big Kuntry shortay
Ya'll aint ready
We ridin in them Chevys
T.V's and DVD's in them Chevys
We going to Cuba wit' this one
Yea, I been rehabilitated, rejuvicated
And most important:relocated
So now, with no further to do
Now ladies stand up
Or if you wit' me shake ya titties
Throw your hands up
And all the ballers poppin' bottles throw a grand up
And if you feeling like I'm feeling keep them hands up
And keep ya hands up
Hey, from the sunrise to the midnight star
I'm by far the hottest new thing the South seen
Bringing sixteen bars, got six clean cars
Vert's, Hoops, four doors, do momo's, and Tahoes
Star hoes, yo hoes is our hoes
Keri pullin up to the Shark Bar on the Northstar
Wit' a Puerto Rican porn star
We in La Vida La Loca
See you can't flow like me or rock a show like me
Get dough like me
Shouldn't signed 'em, he ain't gon' blow like me
But give me a quarter of his bonus and half his budget
And I guarantee he go double but if you don't, you in trouble
It's gon' take him three coupes just for him to recoup'
Or witness shawty flop, like the last three groups
While I'm in Cancun' 'round see-thru's on a three week cruise
It'll take more than the likes of these fools to make me lose
Sheesh, floppin is something I can't see
Ladies, obey the chorus
Shake ya titties for me please
Uh, I came to blow the spot
Hit the club wit' cheddar knots
Ridin wit' a badder bitch
You gonna get or ever got
Try me boy, you better not
Shawty and I'm very hot
Toting forty cap, forty five nine's every glock
Blow you up in that very spot you standing in
Then vanishing
Undo this manana then, throw away this can and then
Back to poppin mo and blow and dro and money handlin'
You and your lil' posse can not stop me and this clan I'm in
While you slanderin', you better ask ya gul who the man again
Turning out a superstar back into a fan again
Damagin' all who peek, line 'em all in the street
I'll do 'em one at a time wit' one line on one beat
Say ya almost gold, that's what I sold in one week
Got a flock of freaks, while you hold on to one biich
I'm like a Pez dispenser, shawty, I spit treats
The nigga who even sound good on a bullshit beat
Well pussy nigga, you can like it, you can love it
You can bite it, you can dub it
But you can't do it how we does it
When we ballin' in public
Where the grill full of gold or Seville full of hoes
Wood wheels and some Voe's or hun'ed gold spokes
I park at the club and a hun'ed hoes choke
Spark up some dubs, let them hun'ed hoes blow
I run game to get the hoe once they act like I can't run it no mo'
I stunt them hoes broke and her money po' po'
You can't smoke the way we smoke if you ain't smokin' no dro'
Drink the way we drink wit no Hen' and no Mo'
You can't ride the way we ride if you ain't slammin Benz do's
Can't ball wit' me if you got eight but can only spend fo'
You ain't VIP like me and can't be searching your coat
Ain't no P.I. like me if you ain't workin' no hoes
Can't do the shit we do, the way we do wit' no dough
What? (Nigga, what.)
I'm the King of the Motherfuckin south. (Huh, what? I'm T.I.P nigga.)
Picture that, nigga. (Try me then nigga. King of the South.)
I ain't got no hits.
Nigga, kiss my ass, nigga. (Bust me then, sucka. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.)
Nigga, I been bustin'. You don't like it. Outbust me then, nigga.
Nigga, I can fight nigga. I can say what the fuck I wanna say, nigga. (PSC.)
King of the got damn south. Bust me then, nigga.
Might see T.I.P in one of them drop things
Way down the block, man
Swervin in and out of lanes, gettin some hot brain
I'm tellin ya, I'm hot man
From here to Scott Lane
You know the day I drop, man
Shawty, I'm not playin
Now hold up, st-stop dammit
Shawty, you're not jammin'
If you hear one more, got dammit
I-I-I can't stand it
I'm taking over spots to damage that B.I.G and Pac image you got
Stop dick ridin, your shit's tired
I doubt if even your bitch buy it for six 'ollars
I can't see how niggas who not spittin ask why they not winnin'
Or why their record not spinnin, why niggas not feelin it
Cause that shit is not real, and we know you're not out killin shit
Crown grand royalty
Shawty, I must be
Whoever wanna shut me, uh-up
Just outbust me
Until then I'm king hood, don't act like you ain't know it
You wanna be supreme, hood, go get 16 for it
I been spittin since way back like the seats in the Lac, nigga
Since the days of 97 sats in the back of the trap, nigga
I ain't a rap nigga, I just happen to rap
what is different?
I ain't gotta act and still i'm hotta than that nigga
I think all of ya wack niggas should give your plaques
to the real killas and crack dealers writing your script
get a grip, you need your ass whipped, for tryin to be famous
everybody know my flow is chainless and that's how i remain
is T-I-P, K-I-N-G, O-F-D-A-S-O, a U-T-H
labeled as one of the greatest when it comes to the flow
give a damn what you think
cause if the legends of the south ain't complainin
like Outkast and Goodie Mob
what the hell and the fuck do i care what you sayin
I'm T.I.P.
What, what, what
Yal still ain't heard
Pussy nigga, yal still ain't heard
T.I.P., King of the South, shut your motherfuckin mouth
Or come see bout me, homie
Well, whether you can't live with it
Or you just can't love it
One thing that you can't say
is shawty we ain't bustin
I was the King of the South before my single was out
I gave you everything from the ho to the dope game
Now hold up, wa-uh-wait shawty, wanna buy at 8 shorties
So go and get the weight shawty, out of the safe for me
They all can go for 140, meet me at 1:40
Now hey, don't play no games with me
I ain't no lame sissy
All I'ma bring wit me, is the niggas who hang with me
They smoke and drank and slang with me
So they'll bang with me
Know if they came with me, that they dyin to die for me
Or bust a 45 at the blink of a eye for me
Now don't be fuckin round, f-fore you be duckin down
You ain't goin hear that bustin sound
Til right 'fore you touch the ground
Now know that AK'll turn you browner than Bobby
and I were raised in the yay, rappin just was my hobby
I'm king hood
What?
King of the South
Motherfuck yal niggas
What?
Nigga, yal don't know
This my city, nigga
ATL, nigga
What?
I washawty born and raised, nigga
Die here
Born and raised, nigga
Bankhead-born, Bankhead-bred
One nigga down goin be Bankhead dead
Nigga, what?
Outbust me then
ATL in this motherfucker
You don't like it, nigga
Kiss my motherfuckin ass
Get a Benz then talk, nigga
I don't give a fuck what you think about that little bitty-ass house you got
Nigga, get a house on a lake
Then come tell me somethin, nigga
You don't like down south
Fuck you then
Got plenty dick for your mouth
Ho ass nigga
I can fight
Come see bout me
Ho ass nigga
Ay, ay, ay, what you need shawty
Ay shawty man a I got 5 for 45 shawty, 5 for 45
Well shit what you need shawty
Ay these these bd's right here shawty
Ay this that this that noyd too shawty
You can't get no better than this right here
Ay nigga well get the fuck out my trapp then
A crack a ki' a crumb do it fifty mo' times
The quarter go for 5 and the half go for 9
Still in the trapp wit them break down dimes
Hit me on the hipper anytime, I don't mind
Why y'all niggas bitching on and whining I'm a grind
Shack it in the winter and the summer I'm a shine (getting mine)
It's plenty of money to be made from Candler Road to Bankhead
It's plenty of room to get paid for those that ain't scared
I got the hard for the j's and dro' for the dank heads
The dope game still strong like pimping ain't dead
Heard what I said I ain't buying no yell
Weighing 36 o's or more on a triple beam scale
Yeah, look like you got that touchy bug shawty
Standing round in my trapp I think you fucking up shawty
Same nigga who taut a k getting paid in the trapp
Made a song for the niggas and the J's in da trapp
For the...
Da dope boyz in the trapp nigga
The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at nigga
I say the, da dope boyz in the trapp nigga
The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga
Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga
The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga
Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga
This for da, ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga
Never everybody in the swats know I got the fiyah fiyah
Nigga want that weight got it for the high high
You can't even supply the package I buy
I get it and I cook and it's gone for it dry
Get a quarter ki and cut it down to all dimes
Buy my own blow so the profits all mine
How we gone shine?, the same way we gone grind
Niggas ain't gone be able to see us hey, they gone think they gone blind
C got choppers on his vert and I got daden's on mine
Triple gold and vogues, poppin' moe' blowin' pine
Honey brown wood grain wheel in the 'lac
Oak on the dash and the 12's in the back
Came for years of trappin', staying down wit the crack
Now that I made it rapping I ain't never going back
I'ma let the paper stack till it can't no more
Still got love for my niggas slangin' blow
Getting do' fo' sure
I remember it all started wit a quarter ounce of hard
Me and C-Roy crunked the trapp up in Cobb
Nann nigga barred we the trillest niggas living
If this ain't yo trapp then what the fuck you doing in it?
What the muthafucking business, do you think you puttin down?
If so then my corner you need to get the fuck from round
Unless you wanna sell some weed my nigga Beed got the pound
Anything else I don't need ya help, I got the hard locked down
37's ki's in da grill of the broam
Jumped from 33 to my folk in Boyd homes
All most gone ain't got but four mo'
Eternal Simpson Road ain't no more blow
Nothing left for you but to count my do'
Just something else to do while I blow my dro'
350k what I paid for the shit
Made 850 quick when I flipped all these bricks
Getting rich in this bitch
(T.I. shouting out da dope boyz!)
Ay one time for da dope boyz in ATL
From the SWATS on Campbelton Road
on over to the Westside on Bankhead, ya understand
On over to Candler Road
Ay I know y'all niggaz out there getting money in Decatur
Got damn ay we going on down to Miami shawty
Ay we know y'all niggas got them thangs down there for the low
I'm coming to get some
Ay one time for my niggas up in Tennessee shawty
Up in Orange Mound, y'all niggas trapp rolling good
The kings back
I got that get it get it
I got that get it what you need
From soft parts to trees got that get it what you need
I got that get it
I got that get it what you need
From dope boyz and bitches who love dat rd
Come and get it hey cuz I got it bitch
Tell and get you know I got It bitch
I got my broads if u want em
On the C.O.D please 5 g’s
I don’t promise but I got good numbers
Tote 2 thunder, sat that lumber
Got that guacamole holy moly you don’t know me
See me clean as I wanna be, what these niggas wanna be
Shots so bright I can’t see niggas standing right in front of me
These niggas don’t want none of me, this rapping shit is fun to me
What I look like beefing wit you nigga yousa son to me
Move weight out to Georgia get it cross the water
Rive that shit to New York coming all the way from Florida
Dope boy trap nigga that’s what they call em
Summer time balla when I buy the mall up
Mighta seen me getting gas at the Citgo and he sit the six low
Riding right beside a 45 and what its hitting fo
Shawty aint bullshitin folk he’ll be out be here hitting folks
Stick around and try to tell polices what he did it fo
Aint nuttin he aint did before other niggas getting so
Blurred wit the pussy and bet some even getting so
Long he aint funny he got that long money
Naw money you niggas barely got hit the mall money
I’m the perfect example of how to hit the ground running
From the trap to busting up how the underground stunting
So you still see me down at the underground stunting
Ima Westside Bankhead nigga it aint nothing
I was raised off Easy, ‘Cube, Ice T, 8Ball, MJG, ‘Face, Pimp C
Ima king just believe me, try me when you see me
And niggas start busting like they start busting pushups push a
Button shot calling niggas not balling
Just doing a lotta loud mouthing and not dogging
I got the shit locked from Atlanta to New Orleans
Virginia Mississippi Kentucky I run all dat
You niggas better fall back, boy grab a ball bat
Take it to ya skull, dats gone be the end of all dat
Insist on having problems, bet dis revolver will solve dat
[T.I.:] Westside nigga (hey, hey, hey, Bankhead nigga)
[Chorus]
I got my 44's, and my dro, and my Chevy on 24's, and my Hoe,
now where'm I sposed ta go (Bankhead nigga)
I got my
44's, and my dro, and my
Chevy on 24's, and my
Hoe, now where'm I sposed ta go
(Bankhead nigga)
[T.I.:]
see me
Riding in the Chevy 44 on the seat wit a
Quarter o blow get low lemme see, no tags, no license, da trunk loaded wit d riding
Fulton Ind., where we normally be, they pull us
Over you think I'm stopping you must be fuckin' wit me,
if they don't wanna die tonight they best stop fuckin' wit me
Ima pull over in Bowen Homes where my cousin will be and they gon'
Hide me in they home while they lookin' for me
[Mac-Boney:]
now we the
Neighborhood superstars, couple of Chevy pullin' hard
Thousand dollars worth of dimes
in the trap with rock stars we
Puttin' fear in cowards hearts
when they see us on the block
Swirvin' in da duce and fo' all the bustin' shots just because the Hell I care about getting caught
I'm makin' bail by 12 o'clock
Back in the spot with the same bomb, serve and drop
I pull a hoe in Bangkok, drop her off at tip spot
I'm burnin' rubber fuck the cops, another day on my block
[Chorus]
[AK:]
Cadillac daddy pulled up on some hoes from old naddy
Said I'm Pimp Squad hoe what's happenin'
Westside getting them panties snapping
She asked me can I do the Laffy Taffy
I said I do to make the pussy happy
Lets get em home over on Virginia
Step inside a sweeta nigga contender you in for a
Lil fender bender
Baby just remember make it quick
You niggas kinda know me I'm the shit
[Big Kuntry:]
I'm the in the
Bubble, cush Chevy well at least that's what it smells like
Hit the gas blue fire blowing out the tailpipe
Tailpipe, that's all these hoes wanna lick for the night I
Treat em like Tina beat the pussy and ya call me Ike
That's right, monster ridin' sittin' on the 28's it
Sounds like a stadium, you woulda thought the braves played
the engine running like Vick
With the falcons on the hood
Mr. Mr. Westside
Yeah you know they in my hood
[Chorus]
[C-Rod:]
Ain't no
Telling where I'm goin', once I'm steppin' out, singin' on the
High life windows up in the clouds open up your console that's where I got my gun,
right next to that
get that bag and roll another one
I got the vitamins make a freak fuck all night
Hoes know killas on the Westside
Earn stripes make the money turn right just look at my
Piece and my grillz swirvin'
off church street the pimp god gave me skills
[Young Dro:]
I was born up in Bankhead (Young Dro)
ya'll remember me
Way back in 83', T.I. stayed up the street from me
Just 'cause I'm from Bankhead, niggas havin' beef with me
Half never seen a G, in the cap and my bimmer V
10 screens folded, in my Chevy watchin' "Lean On Me"
Ridin' down Simpson bout to waste my Purple lean on me
Purple linen clean on me, the hoes zone 3 on me
Waffle house charger yellow black, I got a bee on me
I got a question fo you hatin ass niggaz out there,Ay
Why you mad at me,Ay
Oh lame ass nigga why you mad at me
Sucka ass nigga why you mad at me
Remember late nights earn stripes servin straight white
Talk shit slap box clear into the day light
Might fuss may fight but stay tight
Keep what the "J" need for the lighter hit the base pipe
If the trap was the ocean or the sea
You could consider me and them the killa whales and great whites
Befo a nigga tried to click it make them think twice
Cause they knew Cap would kill a nigga fo blink twice
Day right I'm recitein my life
Nigga I was there no matter what through sirens on a silent night
Cold sundays slow mondays hot friday nights
Tuesday thursdays servin whether or not they ride tonight
On peaceful days hostful evenings even violent nights
Chip on my sholder hold a grudge cause you can die tonight
I swear you niggaz had no idea what my life was like
Befo the bright lights and a half a mil just to grab the mic
Is it cause I came from the bottom to the top
Why you mad at me
Maybe cause I Spent a hundred on a drop
Why you mad at me
Is it cause I kept it pimpin and stayed down
Why you mad at me
Or is it cause I am the a town
Why you mad at me
Is cause you a lame and I'm a "G"
Why you mad at me
Is it cause I got love in the streets
Why you mad at me
Is cause you know yo time runnin out
Why you mad at me
Is it cause you know I'm king of the south
Niggaz mad cause I got it like this
Gold on my wrist hoes on my dick, my dick
But I could give a fuck about this industry
I'm a be the same tip til the end of me
Thats something you know automatically if you a friend of me
Question that will think other wise now you offend me
I came in this game not looking for a friend or enemy
Found them both now that niggaz in to me
Got little rap niggaz liking into me
Major lables and police want to censor me
Feds on my ass cause I'm in the streets
Think I still slang listen to lame niggaz who lie to snitch on me
It ain't my fault that you can't piture me
Ridein in a phatom and I swear I never favthom
All the fame that a nigga can gain from atlanta
Now I'm just tryin to maintain for atlanta
Befo niggaz would say in atlanta
I was rhode park doug high stayed in atlanta
Now true enough I sold yay in atlanta
But is that compared to contributions I made to atlanta
A pick a reason any reason all excuses would do
But man you lucky I ain't buckin like I used to do fool
While you was throwin one's and two's
I was liftin up tools and then
Shoot at his shoes just to see if he move
Or either bust at his head to check if he dead man
Don't talk around cause I heard he the fed's man
They offer him time and they knowin he scared and tell him
Give me they names or you doin the stretch man
Or wear a wire go record what he said
And then you can tell his lawyer that his clients a dead man
A rat I'm smellin blow I ain't sellin
Where you got that impressin ain't no tellin
Yes I'm a felon why was that in question
What about all these records I'm sellin
I'm bankhead born and bankhead bread
You already know what it is pimp (ay ay ay)
T.I.P king of the motherfuckin' South (B Gezzy let's do it homie)
Grand Hustle pimp (Choppa City in here)
Got my nigga Block in this bitch Eastside represent (yeah)
Westside Bankhead nigga Zone 1 A-town nigga (ay ay ay ay ay ay)
You know what it is Zone 3 Mechanicville Summer Hill nigga
Pittsburgh (KLC let's ride) all my real niggaz ride ya'll know what's happenin'
P.$.C. nigga
Hey I could give you what you want, T.I.P.'s the hottest
Gain what ya need, I could tell you all about it
You could up in the streets, but it ain't no gettin' out it
When I tell you I'ma G, pimp I'm really bein' modest
I could tell bout the dope boyz, hoes, and the ballers (ho)
The pimps and the macks, real niggaz dat what they call us
Hangin' in the trap cause dat's what our daddies' taught us
?? on a Lac to a Benz on??
Standin' on the corner, slagin' crack and stackin' dollars
Till it's time to cop a brick and I'm tired of movin' quarters
My dad wasn't a doctor and my momma wasn't a lawyer
I ain't neva had shit, congratulation is in order (still trappin')
Tryin' ta get a meal fo my sons and my daughter
If I call a bad bitch wit connects down in Florida
Say her daddy and her uncle still gettin cross the wall
?? I'd be a motherfuckin' fool if I don't call her
Ah what it is my nigga, what it do? (ay what it do)
I gotta grip a twin, I'm finna buss a move (ah buss a move)
Ah what it is my nigga, what it do? (ay what it do)
I got the tool and I'm finna cut a fool (ah cut a fool)
Ay what it do, what it do, what it do, ay what it do
What it do my nigga what it do, ay what it do
Ay what it do, what it do, what it do, ay what it do
What it do my nigga what it do, ay what it do
I'ma H-U-S-T-L-E-Rah
If I don't know you then fuck ya
If I know you then I front ya (proper)
But you gotta break me off
You don't, I catch ya slippin' on the block and knock you off
I know people, I get nice deals
Get 'em $5 sell 'em $10 a pill
I know people, big ki's for 13
If I fuck witcha, ya get 'em for 16
I know people, get 'em 300 a pound
Give 'em to ya for 500 if you my round
I'ma hustler, holla at me Uptown
I'm well connected with weed, white, slangin' dat brown
Come see a nigga want a nice 60
You real we swap work you fake its 20 g's
It's like dat, I done been thru the struggle
I'm runnin' Choppa City an fuckin' with Grand Hustle
I got the eye of a tiger and the heart of a bear
I'm the king of the jungle, you can follow me there
Or you can hear it from these niggaz who was hardly there
Or take it from niggaz who fought to make it a star to get here
Several years ago I told myself I solemnly swear
Forever be hard to kill, even harder to scare
One reason why me and other cats is hard to compare
Cuz I'm fact, dat's fiction, it hardly compares
Bein' hated part of the game, pimp it's hard but it's fair
Well I'ma be the best, hate me, see if I care
But just know I'm raisin' the bar and I'm keepin' there
And I'ma still ride clean, blowin' weed in the air
With 2 or 3 bad bitches got they feet in the air
Say they like when I smack on they ass and skeet in they hair
Listen, I don't care if you got the song of the year
Diamonds in my bracelet shine like a Kodak flash
Just motivation for these freaky hoes to show that ass nigga
I pop tags on a throwback fast
Nigga please, I'm wearin' these when I cut my grass... freeze
All you niggaz wanna touch my cash
The 40 cal's in the stash, and when I touch I blast
Televison's in the dash, suede roof in the coupe
I'm the one nigga, young niggaz knew it's the truth
And the dumb niggaz I ain't done provin' it to
Come with a clique of guerillas like I hung at a zoo
I gotta bitch to pull bitches like she one of the crew
Now a buncha broads in the back bustin' it loose
Do it free for me and charge you a hundred or two
Top floor in the presidential with a wonderful view
Yeah I'm rich, but I ain't just talkin' I live like this
You couldn't get water out the faucet as clear as my Cris
Pimpin' y'all ain't heard that latest?
Ay it's the best of the best
Young pimpin' on a record with Fresh
I drive Chevys, fuck Mercedes
Hopped out the new CL V12, got in the blue SS
And I'm leavin' witcha ladies
I got a beautiful bitch, pursuin' ya bitch
Next thing ya know, ya losin' ya bitch, pimp
Yall niggaz give it up I'm the greatest
Ay, I'm the greatest, ay, I'm the greatest, ay
Pimpin' I'm the greatest
It's been a long time since you seen a nigga like me
In a pair of Gucci sneakers, jeans and a white tee
Extravagant and outa control, I might be
But I'm makin' 50k on the road a night G
Rocks in my ring, big as cubes in ya ice tea
I used to dream 'bout a Benz now I own like 3
I gotta wine-colored V, with the wine-colored V
And reclined leather seats, I ain't lyin' on my beats
You can tell I'm gettin' money how I shine in the streets
Blowin' on the best pine you can find in the streets
Rappers wastin' they time if they trying to compete
They records sales declinin' when mine hit the streets
I got the fine freaks starin', 'cus my time piece glarin'
When the light hit the carrats, got they eyes lookin' Chinese
You'll run yourself raggedy tryna out shine me
No matter whatcha do, you're 2 steps behind me
Pimpin' y'all ain't heard that latest?
Ay it's the best of the best
Young pimpin' on a record with Fresh
I drive Chevys, fuck Mercedes
Hopped out the new CL V12, got in the blue SS
And I'm leavin' witcha ladies
I got a beautiful bitch, pursuin' ya bitch
Next thing ya know, ya losin' ya bitch, pimp
Yall niggaz give it up I'm the greatest
Ay, I'm the greatest, ay, I'm the greatest, ay
Pimpin' I'm the greatest
A smooth attitude enable me to ball outrageous
Nigga fuck you paid me, I'm all outa favors
What Grand Hustle got ain't a motherfucker gave us
A motherfuckin' thing, but ain't a motherfucker played us
You gotta mil' that's a small percentage
The way ya record deal structured, you only get a small percentage
I gotta Magnum with a magnum in it
Playstation and a plasma in it
Sittin' on 20 inches and it's tinted
Gotta hemi nothin' faster than it
The 50 Gs'll pass you in it, get real
Gotta Chevy more expensive than that Jag you rented
Excuse me, but let Young Pimpin' brag a minute
Gotta bottle of Louie and a flock of groupies hotter than Rudy
Lickin' me dry when I get out the jacuzzi
They eatin' pussy, suckin' dick until they mouth got gooey
Can't another young nigga in the south out do me
Pimpin' y'all ain't heard that latest?
Ay it's the best of the best
Young pimpin' on a record with Fresh
I drive Chevys, fuck Mercedes
Hopped out the new CL V12, got in the blue SS
And I'm leavin' witcha ladies
I got a beautiful bitch, pursuin' ya bitch
Next thing ya know, ya losin' ya bitch, pimp
Yall niggaz give it up I'm the greatest
Ay, I'm the greatest, ay, I'm the greatest, ay
[Intro]
Ey, I know you done kicked it with a lot of niggaz before
But you ain't never kicked it with a nigga like me
Hey Hey
[Hook]
I see ya baby, throw ya hands up high
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy
Because the rocks go glisten and the drops on 20's
Bend it over let it drop if you wanna roll wit me
I say all my sexy ladies throw ya hands up high
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy
Because it don't get betta, niggaz don't get cheddar
Like that fella in the yellow, purple label ? sweater
[Verse 1]
The stones keep glowin' on my wrist like whoa
And she can't stop lookin' I know ya bitch like those
And she chose, ain't no question if ya bitch might blow
Just get her to the crib and get her whole back so (sore)
I'ma blow my dro', I'ma pop my peel
Ask anybody wanna take a shot, I will
Might see me in a different color drop, hot wheel
With the top down low, and the glock concealed
I got my niggaz who be racing up the block, One mil'
If the police try to chase me you know they a done deal
I got skills, anybody wanna come test
? this .45 will be up in yo chest
A lot of ladies wanna kick it with a nigga so fresh
He could spend a 100k, any day, no stress
The watches is insane, the chain is grotesque
Stay single if you wanna but you gain no cash
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
If you got a man and you're tired of being there
You done gave him too many chances, you're tired of being fair
I give you the opportunity to ride with a playa
You, me, and a couple of freaks in the ride with a playa
Nevermind those outside, when they stare
'Cause the chrome 24's on the ride give a glare
Because of one guy, you decided to share
As long as you having the time of your life, who cares
Man, we all sinners, what matters is in the center
I know god see its hard, and I'm a stand up nigga
You can't beat me 'cause you ain't man enough nigga
I look him in the eye and tell him man up nigga
You really getting money? Throw a grand up nigga
Wanna fight? You should've hit me when you ran up nigga
Really swift, don't waste a hammer, body slam fuck niggaz
Go and kick it with the hoes and throw ya hands up with 'em
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
You ain't know me 'cause I live so special
Try to stay low key but it's still so special
Flat screens in the floor, quarter mil' in the dresser
Jewelry box glowing like I loan on treasure
I'm chillin' with Vanessa, met a girl named Heather
Told her 'Hi, how ya doin'? Buy a drink? My pleasure'
Told her if she got a homegirl go tell her
That I got a hard rug, I could go for-ever
If Vanessa wanna touch it just let her
If she laughed out loud, I'll be shocked if we jus met her
Bought the dro', get low, and its only one-fifth
And it's four peels left, do you wanna come with?
[Hook]
Our father
Who are in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done on earth, as it is in heaven
Give us this day, our daily bread
Forgive us for our trespasses
As we forgive those who trespass against us
Lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil
God is tha kingdom, tha power, and the glory
Foreva and eva, hmp amen
Man Im prayin fo help
While I lookin at the life I left
Its kinda hard not to hate myself
But quiet is kept
Right or wrong its just tha way I felt
I might be better off prayin for death
On my knees I knelt,
Still tryin ta find a way ta except
That aint a way I can help nobody till I save myself
Technically Im still a slave myself
I gotta climb out tha grave myself
Man, I played myself
But when I look at all tha fans i touched
I ask how can a man whos done so much, be treated so unjust
Cause I tried to inspire tha folks
You wanna condem cause they sell dope
Well man, show em tha ropes
Be a fatha or a football coach
A role model lord asemble tha hope
Take anotha approach
Instead of testifiyin againt em in court
Handcuffin em and closin tha doe, so they can be worse than befo
Cant you see they only do what they know
And you wonder why they don care no mo
Life aint fair, I know
But why Im hated everywhere i go
Next time you wanna compare my flow just know
Im prayin fo help
Askin somebody else to give me a hand, Im tryin hard but i am only a man
Man, Im prayin fo help
Hopin somebody else could see what I see, its like tha hood only matter ta me
They got me prayin fo help
Hopin sombody eles can carry tha torch, Im all alone wit no kind of support
While I was prayin fa help
Realized i'on need nobody else, If god wit me i can do it myself
Tired of just prayin fo help
I know its only one king, one thing, one being only somethin I believe without seeing
And with all my faith
I pray somehow, some way, regaurdless of what anyone say
I believe one day
That Ima change my life, get right, start livin like christ, to tha end of my fight
Ima be defendin my strife
Till somebody come and shut off my lights
I aint neva gon quit
No matta how difficult its gon get
And you can bet whateva on this
Im foeva gon spit
Harder than niggas hatin on tip
You can take away and place it on tip
I double my load
Carry it as tha trouble unfolds
Hold yo'lls, and I bet I dont fold
Put that on my soul
If it take till Im a hundred years old
Bet Im reachin everyone of my goals
Hah, just so many times
I don wished I could change my mind
Change my life and leave tha game behind
And its been so many days
I don prayed I could find a way
Find tha heart and tha time to say
Only so many are blessed
Wit so many chances,
So many checks,
So many fans,
Wit so many arrests
And its been so many deaths
So many prisons wit niggas in there
And tha system keep playin them to tha left
Man, so many tests,
So many hatas love seein ya stress
But tribulations come wit being tha best
Still its so many who flex
Singin bout texts
When they greener than shreks
Sellin dreams, never seen in tha jets
That's why Im seen as a threat
So many stripes
Off tha streaks of my vest
When so many rappers get so little respect
Now niggas faith on tha shelf
Cause of tha cards that a nigga was delt
Or tha heart that a nigga don delt
So many niggas don left out of da hood
Instead of givin back they stayed fo they self
So many playin they self
Instead of readin, educatin they self
The ones that don even pray fo they self
I know it's your life nigga..you do as you please (That's right)
But you know we be fucking up
Huh, Huh....Yeah Aye, Aye, Aye..Yea, Yea, Yeah (What)
Aye, Aye, Aye......Yea, Yea, Yeah
That nigga Daz and T.I. is in the motherfuckin house..You know what I mean
It's your life nigga....live or die.......Wooooh!!
Can't ya see I'm on fire, so quit hating on me pimpin, I'm just living my life
Think I ain't gone ride, on all you pussy niggas tryin to put an end to my life
You can't do it, don't try...I know you sucker niggas wish that you was living my life
In white linen, I'm fly..top down in the spiderville, riding for the rest of my life
A-town veteran, started at eleven
When and bought an eight-ball, I was staying down every since
That's why its hard to find a young rapper nigga better than
Bankhead resident, Westside represent, Pimp Squad mobster
Grand Hustle president, heart of a lion and the nuts of an elephant
Trap musik heaven sent, you hating and it's evident
You trying to stack presidents, I'm tryin to set precedents
The comparison is insulting my intelligene
Cause real recognize real, and real you ain't never been
You never will, I catch ya where you chill,
holla at ya where you live nigga, fuck a record deal (what's happenin)
I graduated out the yay, to stack a couple mill
Who would figure it would be a rap nigga I have to kill
My potnaz telling me shawty you have to chill (fuck that shit)
but Ima end Up hating with steel, what is is, still dope boy trap niggas
Worldwide lovin it, haters see the spider and they wanna put a slug in it
Fuck it, I'm a G, I been a rider, I ain't studding it
Better get ya mind of mind, and start hustling
I should BG banging the stripes, ideas when I strike
Breaking my victims, lining them niggas all with the light
Get it right, hold it tight, blast with all your might
See we hustle for them grands til the early light
Follw my plan on command, leave'em dead where they stand
Ain't no stopping the man nigga with grands in my hands
Living the fast lane, grand hustle the gram when the cash came
(Grand hustle nigga)
The police book me, take my fingerprint and last name
If I'm stuck in a cell, how would I maintain
Lock up all these niggas, the penitentiary mind frame
I strive for perfection, my method is quite collective
Check out the fuckin way I just rep it
This dog pound gangsta in the back take a licking
Rims shining, fresh paint, T.I. counting paper
Big moves stay on deck with the tools
All ya'll niggas and bitches and niggas get sprayed with the tools..Blahhh
This how we hustle for the paper, cause the hustle get harder
I'm dog pounded out, an Atlanta Brave starter
Money, weed, and bitches, 24 inches conversating
T.I. plotted on getting these niggas, now for my niggas
Murdering, killing, wheeling the spider, on a mission
All my niggas ya'll know how the fuck we kick it
I'ma keep my eye on a meal ticket, hustle it up motherfucker better kick it
All eyes on me, with my westside homie
In a drop 65, on D's, wanna ride on me
I got a forty-five, on me
In a hurry to die homie, get live on me
You charged with tryin to OG
And I'm creepin through the crowd, low key, nigga
You don't know me
I learned from niggas before me
I got insomnia shawty, I don't sleep, I bomb, I don't creep
Ya'll niggas know how we do this shit
T.I, that nigga Daz....youknowhatimean
This my life, your life, our life, his life.live it to the fullest
One time for Pac, we miss you nigga...Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
One time for Shorty B, keepin it pimpin' (Aye)
PSC, Grand Hustle, pimp (yeah)
Fuck nigga, let this be a lesson to ya...Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Ya'll niggas better start training man
You better be a damn good ducker nigga,
When I goddamn let loose with this chopper, you understand that
I ain't playin with ya'll niggas, Once the motherfuckin judge
Slam that goddamn gaffel nigga and let a motherfuckin case beat nigga
I'm at ya'll ass nigga..Mark my motherfuckin words, Fuck boys
Look girl you sexy as you wanna be
But you just a wanna be
I can't help ya
I don't love ya
I just met ya I might shove ya
Will I plug ya to some niggas that'll drop some change in yo purse
Hoe what I look like I ain't no trick bitch you gone chose big pimpin first
On God's green earth I shall not hurt
For money food shelter or work
Louie, Henny, Remy, or Urp
Chicken, dimes, hoes in skirts
Im in my truck smokin purt
Tryna see how many flirt
Ridin round the A.T.L. on the baddest bitch search
Yeah I did a concert but I don't wanna talk about it
You say like that freaky shit well freaky bitch be about it
Or candy truck you jumped bitch you can jump up out it
I ain't yo man so I ain't gone shout wit ya
I'm headed to yo crib and its straight lights out wit cha
Hey we the hype now the limelight is ours now
Broads comin at us like they wanna fuck us right now
Sexy, Goregous, Beautiful
Would you do something real freaky tonight
Now call me Bruce Lee or that pimp I got that glow I'm limelight
How can life go wrong when I got a brainiac that swallows pipe
She roam the streets like its halloween so tricks can trick or treat all night
My pimpin keep them hoes hooked like I had them jays on that white
Ridin out in a Hummer which I call a lunch box
Standin on 26s which I call em hightops
Candy red paint on that yeah that thang a cherry pop
All peanut butter seats always leather never cloth
Hoe you couldn't wipe my pimpin off if you had a rag
yeah she knows her pops but I'm the one she calls dad
Straight swurvin in the whip passin blunts takin drags
Watchin dvds in the truck while she out there sellin ass
Peanut butter, Royal Chocolate
Caramel Jazzebell
I offer dick you offer ass for sell
Now you ask a player
See me shining getting right
Finally coming up call me pimp tight
What you'll do for the limelight
Them bisexuals I call em klinedikes
Vanilla want a nut on Sunday
Fill hot fudge in the middle of her tummy
Butter pecan white chocolate love day
Niggas lookin fly so remember where the hershay
Hoes at Davana of the scanna
Pussy split on my bannana
Take they pic on who they gone sample
To Michigan back down to Alabama
Poped hypontic be the flava
that water their jaws for the milk they shake up
Captain save em
A.K. just gone lace up the beat
to be a suckas favorite
Top it off for the celebration
After I bang her i'll let you cake her
You were too seet she needed a banga
Make her melt let it drip through her fangers
Sexy, Goregous, Beautiful
Would you do something real freaky tonight
Now I'm in the limelight
This rose gold bring plenty dikes
They come around to service me because they know I lay the pipe
I'm running wit the king we in different cities every night
Broads strippin out they clothes before the D.J. pass the mic
Puerto Rican mama citas, Asian bitches mixed wit white
They come to see the P$C in many skirts and see threw tops
I love this life
Thats main reason I ain't settle down ain't got no wife
I'm down wit the squad
Done wit the hard
I be pimpin these hoes for the rest of my life
Sexy women freaky ladies
Squeezin T.I.P.'s Mercedes
Kissin women, eatin ladies, lick em till they drikin babies
Like Rick James was in the 80s young and rich and livin crazy
Kisha, Kim, Mari, and Kayla
Love to keep the reefa blazin
And the new and immitated
Lou thats hollow point fim thats playin
Actually they demonstratin
Orally Administratin
Conversation here em sayin
Pills'll make you fill amazing
Wish I could do this everday
This some of that Ghet-O-Vision shit man
FUCK these niggaz, WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!
(C'mon, c'mon, c'mon) yeah
(C'mon, c'mon, c'mon) yeah, uhh
Serious mayne... (yeah)
This shit gets serious mayne... (I'm tellin ya shawty)
Serious mayne... (ah ah, ya ya yea)
This shit gets serious mayne... (ah ah, ya ya yea)
Serious mayne (ah c'mon, ah ya ya yea)
This shit gets serious mayne (aight, let's do it shawty tell 'em)
ATTENTION!!! - Let's get serious mayne!
ATTENTION!!! - Let's get serious mayne!
ATTENTION!!! - Let's get serious mayne!
ATTENTION!!! - Ah wha-wha ah what WHAAAT!
I'm goin in with funny niggas in the A
The killas with the case, and now the niggas with the yea'
All my niggas, where ya stay?
Westside to Decatur, ah hey-ya, fuck ya wooden eight
I lay you down if I got a thirty-shot in my Impala
I'm a 3rd bred Bankhead, Roll Park scholar
From a house with no father, school - why bother?
That's why I call myself the King of the South
Well nigga, ah you don't want what I'm break out the house
Ah so I, strongly suggest you keep my name out ya mouth
Before I, be in ya house tapin ya spouse to the couch
And put a, hole in her blouse, I don't play young nigga
Remember me from back in the day young nigga
One more thing, fuck what you done heard 'bout Atlanta
We finna break the standards, rubber bands instead of platinum
I'm a hustler, not a rapper
We gangstas, y'all some actors
We finna turn this chapter, your spot is what I'm after
I'm serious!!
See I got the answers to all ya quest-ions (come on)
From A-B to C, best learn your less-ons (-ons...)
Cuz I'm so damn serious, it'll leave yo' ass stunned
In the back and we packin on all who flex-un
Like Redrum, it's bloody and ugly, who want some?
Now put your middle fingers up until it's all done (it's all done)
Cuz we ain't takin much of nothin but bash-un
On all who attempt, intentions we blast-un
I gut 'em, I roll 'em, I smoke 'em, and I pass 'em
I serve 'em, deliver, walk up on 'em and blast 'em
I'm strong but my niggaz, I'm takin they cash home
Then hit the track and get rid of the whole bomb
Cuz I'm serious nigga, you gon' feel this nigga
Got a, trunk full of work, how you gon' kill this nigga?
My niggaz givin out bricks, we can build this nigga
If all fail we can 1-0-5 grill this nigga
I'm dead serious
S-E-R-I-O (uh-huh) U-S (uh-huh) I'm fresh (c'mon)
One of the best (uh-huh) there are a couple (c'mon)
We did this song last night, I gave 'em trouble (uh-huh)
Jumped in my shuttle (uh-huh) and hauled ass (c'mon)
Up 85 (yea) with Daytons (c'mon)
You wanna blast (c'mon) come get yo' cannon (c'mon)
I bet I'll leave yo' punk-ass, where ya standin (uh-huh)
While you were plannin (c'mon) see I had plottin (uh-huh)
You saw the smoke hoe, hell yeah I shot it (damn right)
I'm bustin rockets screamin, "Die nigga, die!" (die nigga)
Dont' fuck with D.S.G.B. or T.I. (c'mon)
Do you know why, I don't fuck with nobody? (yeah)
The same shit, that fucked up John Gotti (yeah)
These niggaz watch me, but they don't wanna fuck with us (yeah)
We makin 'em hush, we dead-ass serious!
YEEAH!!
It's motherfuckin serious in this motherfucker, knahmtalkinbout
I'ma tell y'all niggaz like this here (whassup whassup)
If it's too hot for yo' ass (uh-huh)
Get the fuck out the motherfuckin kitchen,
knamtalkinbout (getcha ass out)
The boy Lil' Jon, doin this shit with my nigga T.I.!
Ghet-O-Vision, Youngbloodz (Ghet-O-Vison hoe!)
That boy Pastor Troy (old Troy)
It's serious mayne (serious)
This shit motherfuckin serious.. (it serious bitch)
In the south niggaz, they get motherfuckin serious (real serious)
As you see the O.G.s from Grand Hustle done laid it down again
T.I.P. shawty
Hey yo, this for all my homegirls like to see a baller do his thing
Get ya shit together come on
All the eight, nines, and dimes
I'd like to welcome y'all to the best time of ya life
Ya understand that
All the stones is real
And it's all chrome on the wheels, ya know
Anything less is uncivilized
Pull up to the club, lift both doors up
Hopped out clean and yo ho chose us
Walked in the door, make the show hold up
Cause my neck and my bracelet is so froze up
The kind of stones bitches wanna see close up
So we don't appraoch them, they come and appraoch us
Roll the dro up then go post up
Look down with the west fixin' go sho' nuff
In the V.I.P. and all eyes on us
Hoes chill, poppin' pills blowin' dro no dust
What cha say, got a man so what
I don't know him baby and he don't know her
I got a new Phantom and my own chauffeur
Ya think ya fixin' be thinkin' bout him, no sir
Probably prefer to tel ya man good night
Unless you don't wanna know what the good life look like
If you ain't gettin' money good night
I know what a broke nigga look like
When ya ridin' in ya wheels get ya shit together
Boy them diamonds ain't real, get ya shit together
Now we can ball seven days, six nights
If tht head and that pussy hit right
Hey, match ya panties with ya bras get ya shit together
Go get ya hair and nails done get ya shit together
Hey, I'm off the scene with Louis the thirteenth
Chains swings to my jeans, and my T-shirt clean
In case you been researching, I'm the King
With a style as mean as the Earth seem
Chest on ice, and my wrist on gleam
30 karats in the ring, money ain't no thing
You think I'm playin' but I ain't joking
The dro king, if it ain't purple, I ain't smoking
Rubberband bank rolls, fifty thousand dollar cheddar knots
Try to shine, is you out your mind, boy you better not
I walk around with more money than you ever got
Shrewd attitude like I never had to sell a rock
Shawty I can get you in whatever spot
Backstage, front row, what I got to front for
I'm getting bored, don't even know what I stunt for
Got a lot of rides, what it hurt to cop one more
To all my hot girls, if you wanna come chill
Or roll on chrome wheels, let me tell you what it is
We fixin' throw a little party at the crib
Where the floors tricked out and the rooms like ill
The basement's cool, but the pools unreal
Where that millionaire lives, shit remains concealled
So pop a pill, put on your blindfold
I'm hitting the dance floor, and grab eighty-nine more
Let em' know we on the way where they been trying to go
I knew I had em' when they asked me "What kind of diamonds are those"
Headed to the spot pouring double shots of XO
Play the "Love Below" ane watch'em undress slow
Flicks on the flat screen, make em' want to "Get Low"
And spit shine this dick of mine until it gets swole
When they kick it with the king, they don't wanna let go
Ay, I wanna see you dance like them girls in that Tip Drill video... (ay, ay, ay...)
Ay, let me see you get loose
Get loose, get loose, get loose
Ay,shawty, you can get loose
Get loose, get loose
Ay shawty, bust it open for me
Let me see you get loose
If you really wanna show me that you love me, get loose
No Grey Goose, if you don't get loose
Get up out the coupe if you won't get loose
Bend it over, reach for yo toe, get loose
Hold on to the pole, drop it low and get loose
No x-o if you don't wanna get loose
No more dro unless you gonna get loose
My potnas in the club and we chillin' to the max
Poppin' bottles, blowin' money, we ain't learn how to act
All in the V.I.P. spendin' four or five stacks
You can tell it's T.I.P. from how I bend my hat
Send the waitress to the bar but she comin' right back
Bet a shot of x-o'll get you on the right track
You got yo girl with you, better hold her hand, I'm a mack on attack
Turn yo head and she bound to get snatched
Give the dick to her once, get her hooked like crack
Takin' cum in the face, yea I like it like that
Holdin' on to her waist while I hit it from the back
If she come wit pussy poppin', she ain't never comin' back
Rough sex, talkin' dirty, yea she into all that
Gotta movie that'll prove that what I'm sayin' is all fact
Bra and panties all black and some real tall stacks
Suckin' titties, eatin' cat, shot her off the meat rack
Let me see you drop it down, get that eagle on girl
Ain't no fuckin' way I'm leavin' here alone girl
Money ain't a thang to the uncut kind
Baby, I can make a mill if I rap or if I sing
Done tryina ball ma, I own a damn team
Even with a noose nigga, still can't hang
Let me tell you who I'm is
Lunatic mayne, straight up out the Heart Land
Nine on my right, ten more karats on my other hand
In different colors mayne, worth a couple hundred grand
Damn mama, how you do that there?
How yo waist stay still but you move that there
Ain't got a clue right there
Seen a lotta ass poppin', but that's new right there
You invited to the house ma, you and yo crew right there
Check it, okay let's have some fun
I got four G's and 5 five G's in one
You ready to get loose, shawty, better be
Sittin' on them leather seats
If not, pat yo feet on the concrete merely
Freak by choice, not force, I would never be
Charged with a rape, if she say no, I'ma let her be
Why should I let that worry me?
Too many bitches cherish me
Pimp til I die, be a playa til they bary me
Renegade, I'ma keep it pimpin', I ain't finna play
Anyway, I can hit the baddest bitches anyday
Slept with the best, I ain't gotta flex
Got yo girl stretched out, pullin' up her dress
Checkin' out her spread and I'm impressed
G-strings right in the middle of them wet
Her girlfriends with her and all of them next
I passed them a bottle, gave all of them X
Head *Pussy Popper*, so all them expect
The best sex, and that's what all of them get
Woooo weeee
Ladies and gentleman
This is a Jazze Phinzell, producshinzell
T.I., Nelly Nell, Phizzle Phizzle..
Grand Hustle, Sho Nuff
Yea! A-town nigga
a nigga dope Boi fresh in dis polo and guess
or the guccI and louie shawty aint nuthin less
I keep a piece on my side and some beat in my ride
the window up when its hot or when its cold outside
the AC blow snowballs drive a bitch up the wall
with them plush leather guts steady grippin the butt
the paint just drip on the street michael jordan on my feet
with a big booty freak to make the pimpin complete
I go and pick up big floaty he twistin a swisher slowly
bend the corner aint no hatin and all the hoes no me
these hoes star struck cause we spendin dem big bucks
dis chevy got they attention and fuckin dem hoes up
cause I'm
dope Boi fresh, dope Boi dope Boi dope Boi
ooo hes so fresh
BANKHEAD!
guess jeans, fresh white tees and a bubble coat
ever slang blow all day at da corner sto'
serve til ya bar get low go and get some mo
nigga trap til da yay get sold, plain and simple ho
give a damn if it snows, nigga I don dime day old
now five days old wit a big bank roll
hit da club and pull six stank hoes
brang it back to da trap
and move six mo o'z
they say his shirt so wrinkled and his kicks so old
wit no haircut so I'm hood rich tho ho
ya mighta seen me in a chevy I got six mo of those
and a direct connect wit a brick fa da low
every now and then I ride shotgun
I done always been fresh since day one
wit da rod livers khakis kangols and polos
dese other monkey niggaz tacky like hobos
dope Boi fresh or should I say razor sharp
catch me in action the definition of pimpin hard
lately I been on a roll
swooped up them old bo jacksons, sky blue on dem hoes
white baseball kangol now I'm spiffy
hell I might change clothes to dem smoke grey dickies
and dem dope Boi nikes thats how a-town kick it
and them ghetto hoes like it, even after the fight
and I'm
I work a crease on dat biiiiitch cuttin hard like a razor
sittin rite on dem nikes like a nigga had a tailor
always be dead fresh and I just get cause I'm a player
catch me in ben hill or cuttin hoes up in decatur
always ridin clean keep da chevy sittin rite
da 23s be killin hoes and choppin through the nite
jumpin out brand new dem tennis shoes white white
if I scuff em fuck em chuck em pull a new pair out da biick (back)
hit dat walter wit a stiiick (stack) scrape dat new shit off da riike (rack)
just gimme dat encye and dat falcons throwbiike (throwback)
da number 8 jordan in dat red and bliiick (black)
and a size number seven in dem ben hill heights
Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), One
You done when I see you (David Banner, banner)
Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), (yeah, yeah) Two (2), (ay) One
You done when I see you (ay)
Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), (yeah, yeah, yeah), Two (2), One run
You done when I see (see) you (you) (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ay)
Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), One (what it is pimp I know ya’ll miss me man)
You done when I see (see) you (you)
Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), (here I am muthaf****), One run
You done when I see (see) you (you) (ay)
what it is the king back in the building
Still stacking and building
Still rappin to children
Jeopardizing ya deals, ballin buyin ya wheels
Like it’s back when we was lil and it’s still time to kill
Quick displayin ya skills
Way underpayin ya bills
Spend a day in the field
So how you sayin you real
Niggaz could never live how I live, you ain’t deserving
My lifestyle’s urban, never met me in person
Just my bread suburban, in a red suburban
On 24’s, 20 hoes givin head, I’m swerving
Fuck boys piss they pants, scared and nervous
I’m shell-shocked, black out like I been in the service
Clean cut and reserved, but I tote George Garvin
The closest thang you hoes seen to picture perfect
Your rose gold king, my ring tight as a virgin cop
Your dream I stopped fo I seen the top, nigga
Five (5). Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), (what!), One
You done when I see (see), you (you) (ya days are numbered shawty)
Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), One run
You done when I see (see), you (you) (countdown pimp)
I treat the beats like the streets
On em I do what I want to
I ain’t gotta confront you, I’ll kill you if I want to
Roam amongst monsters, kill homes and front you
That lil nigga swearin he bad, eat him for lunch too
Fuck you niggaz, Dominique slam dunk you niggaz
Sucker punch aan one of you niggaz
I was being nice at first now I’m runnin thru niggaz
Whole crews, not just one or two niggaz
Cuz you aint representin the south, you just embarassin
See you on tv in New York, them niggaz laugh at us
The reason why D.J.’s didn’t have a clue I was fabulous
Now a days, not playin my records well, hell it’s hazardous
All this cussin, fussin, loud discussion’s out of my character
Bustin these niggaz melons and threatnin all of they managers
P.$.C. is Atlanta, so how you playin and handlin
Gorillaz wit bananaz, without playin and banishing
King of the south, it was said once then
Took a while to comprehend, now it all sunk in
On the low, deal a mil, I ain’t done, come again
Room dead, scene fled, fo the fedz runnin in pimp
comin live from the terror dome
Shinin lights on niggaz who got they skirts on tight wit mascara on
All I have ever known, is 28 in the zone
Give me a day and its gon, a brick of yay and it’s on
You have never known, me to run less I’m gunnin at niggaz domes
And runnin em out the own territory
Every story got a flip side to it, and ya disc ain’t shit less the click ride to it
And I’m gon show you how the Westside do it
In the A, not Cali, Bankhead, Simpson Valley
Every crack in every alley, sellin crack to every Tom, Dick, and Harry
Every Kim, Sue, and Sally, till I tally up
A big enough knot to buy me a yacht
So then my pistols and my patnaz really all that I got
I’m not, playin at all, I’m sprayin em all
Still drop em down to size if they say that I’m small man
Pussy cats can’t worry ya dawg
Throwin stones at the throne, I’m a bury ya all man
Know ya faggot niggaz hate that I’m ballin
Makin 30k a day and blow it all at the mall and man I
Can’t relate to what you rap on stage
Nigga cuz I been sellin yay since I was bow wow’s age nigga
Hear my daddy and cousin talking to me from the grave
Chinchilla to the floor
Ciggarella full of dro
White Benz double doors
I can change color though
Blue Ferrari red Bent
Black truck on 24's
Several cheverlots on 20 inches maybe more
Used to wish for better days
Now I wish for never more
I can go 'bout anything
Stick my dick in every hoe
Grand hustling on everything
PSC in every store
Selling everything from rubber bands to leather coats
Swear to god I'd never change
Other niggas never know
T.I.P. ain't never been a lame jigalow since '84
Blessed wit astonishing ability to pull a hoe
Fuck her so good make her think this dick was full of mo
Pussy so good but I love the way she suck it slow
Her motto you don't swallow what you sucking for?
My motto you ain't balling what you hustling for?
These vvs's let off such a glow to let the busters no
Hey hey
Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce
Let me see you bounce like this
Hey hey
Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce
Tell the bitch to bounce like this
Hey hey
Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce
Aw my nigga bounce like this
Hey shawty bounce bounce like this
Just bend it over and bounce like this
I give you 30 seconds show me what you got - could you?
Bend it over for me drop it like it's hot - could you?
Wiggle your titties a little lift your top get ya to
Bust it open show your panties and your ass for me
Actually I was thinking you, Kim and Daphanee
In the back licking the bottom half of me
Answer me first no then saying no is blast from me
Me I'm pussy pumper number 1 you can ask for me
I know how you dance for me
Say you had plans for me
Save the conversation
Get your partner out the pants for me
Damn honey you'd be a fool if you ran from me
You ain't fucking with another dummy I'm the man honey
I'm trying give to you to make you stand funny
Throw that pussy right and maybe you can get a grand from me
Ha picture pimping giving you some money
Not a one damn dime but your ass is fine
Hey hey now shawty bounce wit me bounce wit me let me see you see ya bounce wit me
Hey hey now shawty bounce wit me bounce wit me let me see you let me bounce wit me
Now shawty stall if you want to I ball when I want to
The fall threw and shut down the mall if I want to
I could make your girlfriend choose but I want you
Why you bother me what you will or you won't do?
Listen shorty I'm a grown man and you're grown too
You can live with me I don't gotta telephone you
All I'm thinking 'bout is me laying on you
Or vise versa with a lot of ass to hold on to
I got something for that ass to bounce on to
You're missing a chance of a life time - why don't you?
Hop off in the droptop, ride through the city lights
Take you where I kick it let you see what pimping living like
Pop one of these see what you feeling like
Taking off your clothes want to know what it's drilly right
Presidental suite at the very end of the night
Asap, asap, asap
Asap, asap, asap
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, you niggaz better exit
Asap, asap, asap, asap
Ay-s, ay-p, ay-s, ay-p
Asap, asap, asap, asap
Ay-s, ay-p, ay-s, ay-p
Asap, asap, asap, asap
A-s-a-p, A-S-A-P
I'm on my grind, grand hustle
Got the mind and the muscle
50 carrats in the crown just to shine on you suckas
I still tote the Glock 40 for the haters and the bustas
Fuck probation, if a nigga try to play me I'ma bust him
Ion't need no security, reaching for my jewelry
Get you niggaz popped quick, filled full of hot shit
Fresh out the box Tip hot than a drop 6
Made a quarter mil' in the penn givin' stock tips
Haters wanna stop Tip, mad 'cus they not Tip
Ball every summer so your baby mama jock Tip
You don't no drama pimp, I promise I do not slip
Chrome 4-5th, hid well if the cops trip
Bought my girl a Hummer with the chrome right in front of dat
5 carrat stones with the platinum all up under dat
Rap beef I ain't gonna participate in none of dat
I'm aimin' at your fitted cap and you ain't gonna want none of dat
(Asap asap asap...)
A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P
Ask anbody who runnin' a G, bet they finna say me A-S-A-P
Niggaz hatin' on P.S.C. get straightened A-S-A-P
A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P
I know alota rappers don't like me, but they won't fight me
Feds swear I sell dope, well why they won't indict me?
Advances on the throne, I ain't never take it lightly
But all that tongue-wrestlin' hatin' while I'm gone don't excite me
How many rappers you know that could hold they own on Rice street
East steady talkin' on the cell phone nightly
Normal population, half the jail just like me
Polices think I'm crazy, scared a nigga gon' strike me
Contrarily, a nigga tryin' me is unlikely
They barkin' don't bother me, I'll be bombin' 'for they bite me
They just shocked to see my rap's exactly how my life be
Shiesty, with a conversation quite pricey
My fist so rocky and and wrist so icey
Might be, thrown off my rocker just slightly
Fiesty, claimin' hot temper don't ignite me
I'm only gonna ask ya find the exit once politely
(Asap asap asap...)
A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P
Ask anbody who runnin' a G, bet they finna say me A-S-A-P
Niggaz hatin' on P.S.C. get straightened A-S-A-P
A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P
Flip, say hello to the man of the people
My plan is to keep you atleast 2, levels under me where I need you
I'ma take advantage of my chance to defeat you
Your true colors done shown, now it's on when I see you
I'm grown nigga, so let it be know we ain't equal
You sadly mistaken if you thinkin' I can't reach you
Beat you, to a fuckin' pulp if I need to
The very spot ya standin' in then is where I'll leave you
Seen on the scene white T and evisu's
O.G. status, Ion't beef unless I need to
Sissy you way outa line and you runnin' outa time
Hang behind closed do's when ya heard I got some time
Yeah I know you were thinkin' outa sight and outa mind
But I'm the wrong one for you to try if you were tryna shine
Listen nigga this shit here is more than just alota rhymes
Ion't know what ya do for your respect, but I'ma die for mine
(Asap asap asap...)
A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P
Ask anbody who runnin' a G, bet they finna say me A-S-A-P
Niggaz hatin' on P.S.C. get straightened A-S-A-P
A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P
Asap, asap, asap
Asap, asap, asap
Asap... asap, A-S-A-P, A-S-A-P
Asap, asap, asap
Asap, asap, asap
[Rap Verse: T.I. + (T.I.P. alter ego)]
I wanna talk to you shawty (Why?)
'Cause you be trippin' sometimes
(Man I'm just trying stay true to what I say in my rhymes)
It ain't a doubt in my mind, but you got a lot on the line
You need to think 'bout yo' actions (Why?)
You be overreactin' (Maaaan)
Look at Cap and K.T. listen to K.P.
(What about 'em; where the fuck this shit come from?)
Or to a J.G. to your mama or D.P
Or somebody shawty shit you be makin' me sick (Nigga fuck you!)
You'd be a motherfuckin' fool if you blow this lick (Alright alright)
This the chance of a lifetime, you know this shit
Remember what Jarmel told us 'stay focused Tip' (I remember nigga)
(Man but they be tryin' me shawty)
Niggaz be tryin' you how?
Ay let them tell it, you was just another guy in the crowd
(Naw, but they be talkin' too loud)
Man you be listenin' too hard
Just pay these niggaz no attention and keep fuckin' they broads (Alright)
I know you harder than these niggaz (Yeah) and smarter than these niggaz (Yeah)
More heart than these niggaz (Yeah)
Quit worryin' 'bout thses niggaz
(Ay man fuck these niggaz I'm from Bankhead and I don't know where you stayed at)
(But talkin' sideways behind my back, I never played that)
(Since you become a payed cat T.I. you been so layed back)
(I wonder where lil' bad ass Tip from back in the day at)
Man that nigga had to stay back there so we could be that
Nigga on TV and FYI we got the P back
Hold up shawty freeze Jack (What?)
'Lame' I'll never be that (Yeah OK)
Changed my name a thousand times and still a G believe that
(Oh yeah good we go Ki's)
(That nigga from overseas back)
You see what I be sayin' 'bout this nigga (What man? Shit)
I don't believe that
You ain't listenin' is ya?
You got issues I got kids, 2 boys a lil' girl
(Ay I know nigga they my kids too)
You know it's one false move and it's back to the big house
The judge told our ass 'one more time' and we ain't gettin' out
(I wouldn't say that)
Be thinkin' 'bout standin' outside in the sunshine (Ho)
Watchin' nigga's heads get buck for cuttin' the lunchline
Ay shawty you ain't 'posed to make the same mistake more than one time
(And I ain't made the same mistake twice since uh '99)
Please, boy stop don't get me started folk it's not the time
And let's just do this shit my way get paid and have a lot of time
Plenty fine bitches, who gon' pull shawty you is?
(Man you know Tip got the hoes)
And Tip hoes got gold teeth (What that mean? What you tryna say nigga?)
Mine got jobs, good credit and they own features
(And mine boost clothes, sell 'dro, got the blow cheap)
(I guess it's just depend on what ya like folk) That's right folk
(And I was just kiddin' 'bout them kites folk) Heh, alright folk
(I'm really glad we had a chance to sit it down and rap a tad)
(I admit you had a couple points, sometimes I act a ass)
Ay but it is so important to keep it real though just like ya said
No record deal, no amount of mil' shall go to my head
(And with that said can't nobody tell us shit, so fuck the hatin')
How many niggaz real enough to stand and give theyself a straightenin'?
(Ay, who i be?)
Rubber band man
Wild as the Taliban
9 in my right
45 in my other hand.
(who i'm is?)
Call me trouble man
always in trouble man
worth a couple hundred grand
chevys, all colors man
Rubber band man
like a one man band
treat these niggas like the Apollo
and i'm the sandman.
Tote a hundred grand
Canon in the waistband
Looking fo a sweet lick?
Well this is the wrong place man.
Seven time felon, what i care about a case man?
I'm campaigning to bury the hate,
so say ya grace man.
Ay, I don't talk behind a nigga back
I say it in his face.
I'm a thoroughbred nigga.
I don't fake and i don't hate.
Check my resume nigga.
My record's impeccable
Anywhere in the A nigga
how TIP is highly respectable.
And the MIA nigga
I'm tryna keep it professional
Cause all this tongue rastling.
finna have me snappin, i'm tellin you.
From the bottom of tha Duval,
Cakalacky to New York
and everybody showin me love
that's one to you all.
Yeah, to all my Florida niggas, my Cakalacky niggas
my LA niggas
Call me trouble man
Stayed in some trouble man
Some niggas still hatin on shawty
so they some suckas man.
Got a couple fans
that love to do nothing other than
lick, suck, show no respect
but still i love em man.
Dig it, lil pimpin got the mind and the muscle
Stay down on his grind
Put the crown on the hustle
Ay, I could show ya how to juggle anything
and make it double.
Weed, blow, real estate, liquor sto
wit no trouble.
Young cats is playin today
Marvin Gaye of my time.
Tryna stay alive
Livin how i say in my rhymes.
My cousin used to tell me
take this shit a day at a time.
and told me Friday, died Sunday
We a day in the ground.
I still smile cuz somehow
I know he seeing me now
and so i'm doing all my shows
just like he in the crowd.
Ay, tho ya lightas up for my cousin Toot,
Aaliyah, Left Eye and Jam Master Jay.
Grand Hustle man
Mo hustles than hustle man.
But why the rubber band?
It representin the struggle man.
My folk gon trap
until they come up wit another plan
Stack and crumble bread
to get theyself off they mama land.
Gangstas who been servin
since you was doing the runnin man.
Went down, did 10
back round and rich again.
That's why i'm young
wit the soul of a old man
I'm shell shocked, get shot
slow ya roll man.
Still ride around
with the glock on patrol man.
I ain't robbing,
I'm just lookin for that dro man.
For ma niggas slangin blow, pimpin hos
Rollin vogues, 24s.
YEA...
Dis for all my niggaz who think dey hard...
You wanna know whats hard(whats hard pimp?)
Goin about yo day nigga losin yo life at the end of it
Now dats whats hard...(MINDING MY MUTHAFUCKING BUSINESS)
Let me tell yall bout the last day i lived nigga
Im in tha 96 Impala with tha gat in my lap
Annihilating any nigga tryin to work in my trap
Now see the feds got me tap'd
So to keep em' off of my bac
I got a crib in tha trap and a crib to relax
Now my indictment was a secret and thats the way that they keep it
If i aint have a hoe givin head to tha feds
Comin bac tellin me exactly what they said
Im a dead man walkin...
Waitin on time in jail
But i'll die before i let em stop my mail
Long as i got another ounce to sell
What tha hell ima bail? a grap my scale
Get another key and ima slang my yayo
Niggaz on tha westside cant re-up becuz its a drought
So i check tha crack house...
DAMN it sold out
So back to tha crib so i can check this stash
Aint sure about how much dope i had
Got a couple keyz in the safe right now
Weigh it up cook it up then chop it down
Now im ready to go and pick up my fetti
But before i leave tha house i cant dip without grabbin my G'z
And my keyz to my brand new V put em in pocket with tha gat to see
Niggaz pleeze nigga you holla bout freeze
Put this red dot to ya ass n squeeze
Now im dippin bac to tha swats
With tha 4-4 and a plastic glock
Turned around and i had to stop
Couldnt trap swarn it wuz cops
Standin there n i still aint scared
Mac Boney nem must have fled
Only cops is i fear is tha feds
On my car flashin blue n red
Damn there dey go now its time to dip
Got tha 4-4 right my hip
9 millimeter wit a extra clip
Dats what yall niggaz get fuckin round wit TIP
Bustin at em
N cussin at em but aint no shakin em
Them bullets dat they wuz bustin at me my vest wuz takin em
Makin dem pigs fall in pain
Turned around cuz one call my name
Took a hot one to tha brain
Hey, let's get away and get a room on the other side of town
Hey shawty, I was thinking of you
(Was you thinkin' of me, ay, ay...)
Hey, let's get a room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down
(Whachu would do?)
Hey daddy, I was thinking of you
Bet they be like "I know he tired of the nightlife
He want a wife, he just lookin' for the right type"
Yea right, I be ridin' through the city lights
My hat bent, gettin' high behind the 'lac tint
I'm chilllin' with Brazilian women, heavy accents
They black friends translatin', got'em all ass naked, adjacent
Have relations wit'em many places
Leavin' semen in they British faces
Make'em kiss they partners with it in they faces
Young pimpin' sprung women 'cross the 50 states
Got young ladies requestin' "What's Yo Name" on 50 stations
Askin' me what's a pussy popper, want a demonstration
But I ain't waitin' til the second date, I'm so impatient
Relieve'em of they aggravation, take'em rollerskatin'
On them Dayton's, tell'em "Baby, stick with me, you goin' places"
Go replace'em, draw erase'em out my memory
Moist panties and wet sheets when they think of me
Hey, let's get away and get a room on the other side of town
Hey daddy, I was thinking of you
(Was you thinkin' of me? Ay, sing it for me, pimpin')
Hey, let's get a room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down
(Tell'em shawty)
Yea baby, I was thinking of you
Yo, yo... uh..
From Miami to Cali, from Vegas to Jersey
Got'em in Houston, Virginia, New Orleans, ya heard me?
All the classy ones like to act like they a virgin
And the nasty ones like when I talk to'em dirty
But I'm breakin' the ice, got'em laughin' and flirtin'
They be, removin' they skirts when they hop in the 'burban
Once the flick start playin' and the E start kickin' in
Her girlfriend lickin' and she beggin' me to stick it in
That's why, I like chillin' with women who like women
Lightskinned... Asians, Jamaicans and white women
Indians, Italians, Haitians and Puerto Ricans
They be itchin' for they chance and waitin' in me to freak'em
They say..
Hey, let's get away and get a room on the other side of town
Hey daddy, I was thinking of you
(Was you thinkin' of me? Ay, tell'em for me, pimpin')
Hey, let's get a room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down
(Ay, listen to me)
Yea baby, I was thinking of you
(Was you thinkin' of me?)
Excuse me shawty, but I been watchin' you now for a while
Yo whole style, from yo toes to the way that you smile
And I hope you ain't offended by the way that this sounds
But uhh... all I keep thinkin' bout is layin' you down
And I'm, keepin' it pimpin', I ain't playin' around
Ain't got that kinda time cuz this the only day I'm in town
So come and, chill in the cut if you willin' to cut
And when you, give me a hug I be feelin' yo butt
Now so while for while we talkin', I'm fillin' yo cup
We killin' the bottle, wake up in dirty linen tomorrow
But tell me would it trouble you if we ended up at the W-
Sippin' on a malibu pine apple juice and a blunt or two
Now whachu wanna do? Opportunity's right in front of you
Know you used to meetin' dudes, dodgin'em for a month or two
But young pimpin' spit linen to the young women
I'm T.I.P., known as pussy popper to some women
Hey, let's get away and get a room on the other side of town
Hey shawty, I was thinking of you
(Was you thinkin' of me... ay, ay...)
Hey, let's get a room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down
Hey daddy, I was thinking of you
(Oh yea... c'mon, tell'em)
Hey, let's get away and get a room on the other side of town
Hey daddy, I was thinking of you
(Shit I'm on my way)
Hey, let's get a room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down
Yea baby, I was thinking of you
Whoa whoa whoa..
Ladies and gentlemen
This... is a Jazze Phizzle, T.I. collaborangelle..
King of the south! Oh boy!
Jazze Phizzle, T.I., Grand Hustle daddy!
So smooth... futuristic..
I been a menace to society
Since when?
Since menace to society
Still refused to become a legitimate citizen quietly
Felt like my labor hidin' me
But here I am anyway
I might be back to slangin' grams any day
And if this record flop
Well I'll be--back
Wit' a bomb of heart
Wit' C-Rod and the squad
This whole industry's a façade
Man this ain't real life
Half these rappers don't know what sacrifice feel like
Man these niggaz is all hype
Not even rappin' on real mics
They just get high and say whatever the fuck they feel like
They make me feel like bustin' these niggaz one at a time
And I'm still outbustin' these niggaz
Hoe pick a rhyme
Ay, what these other niggaz talkin'
I don't believe that shit
I'm the king 'cause I said it
And I mean that shit
Ay, what's so special 'bout him
Ay, he ain't all that shit
I set the city in fire
Have you seen that shit?
Ay, what these other niggaz talkin'
I don't believe that shit
I'm the king 'cause I said it
And I mean that shit
Ay, what's the big deal about him?
He ain't even that shit
I set the city on fire
Have you seen that shit?
It's only five rappers outta Atlanta who bustin'
And I'm one of 'em
The other four, you know who you are
But if you gotta think twice
Well shawty you ain't nice
Regardless of your publishing deal
You can't write
I'm the best thing left blowin' breath on the mic
The king of the south
Nothin' else will suffice
You wanna bet?
Well put yo' budget up
Match the price
Me and you like putting matches to ice
You won't make it
Before I had a deal
I was still butt naked
God signed this, like keeping' the Lord's promise
The truth nigga
Like Beenie's first LP
You can do a song with N'Sync
And couldn't outsell me
I'm a legend in my own time
A prophet in my own rhymes
A king wit' a concubine
Niggaz like you, a dime a dozen
They come and go
So why I'm runnin' now
And I ain't never run before
Grab choppers, cock 'em and blow
Stoppin' the show
Bet or owe 'em, droppin' the hoes
You just keep watchin' the door
Pop 'em, watch 'em drop to the floor
Fluff his pockets and go
Put a quarter block on his nose
And a glock in his clothes
He can keep his watches and gold
For his momma to hold
She'll be there buyin' the hoes
Before the drama unfolds
They know shawty outta control
Got me hot as a stove
Puttin' holes in yo' Girbaud
Wettin' up yo' polos
44's and Callico's
a black and a chrome
lettin' loose and splackin' your dome
hoppin' back in the Brougham
known for kickin' in yo' door
wavin' gats in yo' home
clearin' it out
I'm sorry I ain't hearin' you out
You hearin' about
The squad pumpin' Fe in your heart
Because you know sacrifice
Was near and dear to your heart
Ay, my niggaz
Y'all already know what it is
T-I-P, Grand Hustle, Pimp Squad
For life nigga
Sanchez on the beat, dig this man
I'ma keep it always pimpin'
I'm stayin' down
Y'all niggaz gone send yo' demos in
Get cha little motherfuckin' deal
Go sell records
Nigga I got houses, I got blow, I got dro
Nigga I got hoes, nigga I got property nigga
What you wanna do nigga?
Fuck y'all niggaz
Come see about me if you don't like it
King of da God damn south
Rubberband man in this bitch
Don't hate me shawty
But even if you hate me shawty
I still love you
And now I only wish that you could
See that my intentions were good
I still love you
Forgave me once, forgave me twice, forgave me three times
I stayed lyin', you stayed down in the meantime
Had my son and turned around and had another one
I broke yo heart when I told you bout the other one
I stay in trouble ha? Ain't got too much to loose
Knew I could loose it all but never thought of losin' you
Eleven years ago I still regret me choosin' you
Meetin' you, pursuin' you and doin' you in '92
You fixed plates, showed yo face at every courtdate
And all you wanted me to do was call when I was out late
How could I let you go? I thought I knew it all
When you deserved the best and more, you been through it all
So you think I sold yo dreams, but what I say I mean
Just take it to consideration, I was 17
I'm still the same man, just had a change of plan
Never ask you back and fuck a wedding band
But I still love you
Went from resentin' you, hatin' you, now I'm missin' you
On the realest shit I ever dropped, listen pops
I never even thought, to ask my mom what happened
Just knew that you was livin' in Manhattan and I was trappin'
We never had a chance, we was in different states
But I'll forgive it, you was human and we make mistakes
You tried to make it up, but shit, you couldn't pay enough
You sent me tons of toys and clothes thinkin' you gave enough
But it wasn't though, and you wasn't there
That's all I knew, so I grew up thinkin' you ain't care
I know it wasn't fair, but ay, it wasn't fun
But now what's done is done, no matter wha, I'm still yo son
I could care less if none of yo other children come
I'ma be right there prayin' you live to be a million one
Finally I understand, hustlin', livin' fast
Tryin' to get the cash and settle down and be a dad
You probably never knew, cuz hey, I never said it
But pops, I'm just like you, I'm stubborn and I'm hardheaded
But now you dead in the ground, no meanin' tellin' you now
But all I wanted was for you to be proud
I still love you
Don't hate me shawty
If I ain't told you lately shawty
I still love you
Now I only wish that I could
See that yo intentions were good
I still love you
Don't hate me shawty
Please don't hate me shawty
Ay, I still love you
And now I only wish that I could
See that yo intentions were good
How could I criticize my daddy on that last verse
Lookin' at my own dirt, you got some nerve
But be that as it may, I got some shit to say
It's been a secret, I can't keep it for another day
I got a lil' girl, not just two lil' boys
And that's been killin' me inside, eatin' me alive
And I can't find the words, nor the nouns or verbs
To express whachu deserve, girl you worth the world
But I'm a man and I ain't perfect, if you hear me now
I'll tell you wha had happened, when, why, when, how
Me and yo mama met, we kinda kicked it off
But we wasn't 'posed to have a baby, we just chillin' out
We had a lot in common, almost the same sign
Same goals, said thangs at the same time
But then we destroyed the situation like the a changed mind
How could I look her in her eyes and holla dat aint mine
Her stomach gettin' bigger, and time is gettin' close
Six, seven, eight, nine months and I ain't told mah folks
Not just messiah mama, hell, I had told yo granny
Three kids in two years, baby, daddy had it
But I ain't ashamed of you, I'm more ashamed of me
It's not at all yo fault, you'd be better off blamin' me
But now I realize, where the problem lies
Forgive me babygirl, I apologize
And I still love you
Don't hate me shawty
Please don't hate me shawty
Cuz I still love you
Now I only wish that you could
Hell no I cant quit
Hell no man we got to much money to get shawti stay down grand hustle
Look...
IM this far from being a star and just that close to quittin
I never should of came close to missing
But I want to be a musician pimpin not a politician listen feel my position this a rough transition
Plus I'm way to deep in the game to be trying to change
From fortune and fame and glamour I could be in the slammer
Or six feet under Atlanta its a blessing to breath I walk the streets with seven felonies I'm blessed to be free
Long as somebody up in heaven who keep blessing the G T.I.P is still be blessing CD's so haters you can see these
Cause I'm back now with something to prove everything to gain pimpin nothing to lose
I oughta start smackin niggas when there's nothing to do
They to big shoot em in the leg and even the odds cause you aint hard
Less you round with captain C ROD Trap with KT and brawl with JR
Fuck hoes with DP broke bread with JG
Switch labels like KP poofa did all that to me even
Though I'd rather go back to slangin drugs an shit
This a gang of niggas and bitches really love this shit
I Can't Quit
Even though Police's hate on legit
And rappers hate it cause they know I'm the shit
Hell naw I cant quit
Some niggas hatin on the money I'm getting
Most of them hatin cause im fuckin they bitch
Naw pimpin I can't quit
Some niggas hatin on the rocks and the rings
Some of them hate cause they dont think I'm the king
Hell naw i cant quit
People hate it when you better then them
They ain't hate start worrying then
Hey I'm winning I cant quit
Ten years an album and two deals fo' real we all know I should of sold two million at least
It's all good though I flow for the streets I do it for yall every weekend see who in the mall
Still in the traps signing your shirts given you doubt
Kikin it with ya' then get yo' and your folk into the club
Holes of the pictures where girls gave kisses and hugs
Hold and I look at the show passing niggas the drove
One of the realist rappers niggas will know
But niggas be hatin to the point where they be calling the station
But they respect it cause I'm ready and focused
Then I see they panties an vocals, I want you to know
This the closest you know this
Niggas in the game ain't real got to stay sellin records cause the fame ain't shit
And fuck the units that they name will sell
They'll break your hearts and see your favorite rappers lame as hell
Some of the people some of time times
Some of you rhyme but might not like one of them lines
I tell you, I let you criticize me one of them times
Those of you that think I'm to cocky get in front of the line
Whether you don't like my ego or my arrogant flow
Don't like it when you say im tyte
I say I already know
Don't like how I was talkin shit before my album blowed
Think I need to calm it down become more like the average Joe
So, fuck yo' little thoughts and that little house you think I'm in
Get a Benz i value your opinion then think i give a fuck how many times my record spins
(feat. Eightball, MJG, Bun B)
[Intro]
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [3X]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [3X]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [3X]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch
[T.I.]
I came up bumping Eazy-E, Cube, and Dre
(Scarface, OutKast what's happening niggaz) Eightball MJG UGK
They raised me like santa raised cee
I always made the money, money never made me
Break me what this bitch is you crazy
You seen with the freaks don't think she never paid me
Pimpin get a bitch, break a bitch, hit a bitch, shake a bitch
Spit game till I make this shit turn these tricks and get me rich
Lick his ass suck my dick bring me back my duckets quick
Who you think you fucking with
I'm serious about this pimpin shit
All the niggaz I kick it with looking for a richer bitch
Get this bitch to take this trick for pounds of weed bricks and shit
Broke bitch you can get yo shit
Before I get another bitch who could fit yo shit
My pimp too strong I ain't with yo shit
You gon make me split yo shit
Two things I ain't seen is this UFO's and bitch I can't get
If her eyes on the ride she'll ride shut the fuck......
[Chorus ad libs (T.I.)]
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [3X]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [3X]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch
[MJG]
Whole mack load it up hard as fine blow it up
M-J-G I know you hoes and been exposed enough
I cross a tree over bag a bitch and i toast her up
and slam dunk some pimpin in her sister if she close enough
[Eightball]
Look right here
open up the door and let it crook in here
Grab the mic a watch these niggaz tuck there tail and look in fear
As I bust around with no shells inside in myself
Lyrics like a conseled weapon sending you bitches straight to hell
[MJG]
Burning up just like in waco texas
Heating up your neckless
Scorching up your afro the devil coming at your
Ass and he hollow pointed
for niggas who really want it
M-J- fucking G for pussy and titties only
[Eightball]
Them bitches love when they see pimping come up in it
24 inches under somethin smoking tinted
Hustle hard for keep it cause I love to spend it
Pimping love is when your style is when you love to hit it
[Chorus ad libs (T.I.)]
[Bun B]
I came a long way from a posta posta
Till I kosta nostra kept the toaster closer
than I'm supposed to well I poast ya procha
Ride like a roller coaster
Pistol whip you hold ya throat then choke you like a croacha croacha rocha
pull out a light and smoke you (damn)
Pull my coat off I blessed man just streesed man
Just still elementary just a glance couldn't learn it is hurting my chances
Pack pistols just to blast it (blast it)
I put it to second guessers I blast it it just to prove it (prove it)
Mother fuckers get a moving (moving)
I born into hustling I grew up tustlin
Gave my muscle in and got into meeting my frail but hell I put my trust in
My left and right hand grinding threw the night
And I keep my family right and see some paper like a white man
Balling in the ninth (and) we holding in the light (and) sippin on purple
sprite and you can call it what you like
I call what the fuck I feel play the courts that fucking peel
But we ain't sleeping till they free and pimping here that's the fucking drill
Ay, where the piano at shawty?
Y'all ain't neva seen a dope boy play the piano and rap at the same time
have you?
I'ma show you somethin', dig this..
I'm 22 and a vet in the game
Say I'm, supercoo', still a threat at the same
Time, rhyme bout the times I invested in 'caine
Pleasure and pain in every aspect of the game
I'm the answer to yo prayers if you prayin' for change
So, I dare you compare us and say we the same
When I'm, climbin' the ladder, they stuck in the same
Mindframe, they accomplishments are nothin' to gain
Eventually, see I'm outta yo range
Except this rose gold glow from my wrist and my chain
I entertain young niggaz who slang
Like a picture, no frame, see it's simple and plain
My shit bang, spit flames, put niggaz to shame
Flow so insane, lyrics sick and derranged
Now you can't, mention my city unless you mention my name
T-I-P-I-M-P, I'm the man
Ay be easy - you don't want no trouble with me
Just be easy - the drama ain't nothin' to me
Ay be easy - before you have problems just breathe
Ay be easy - you ain't worth dyin', believe me
Just be easy - you don't want yo mama to grieve
Be easy - well mind yo bizness, don't bother the G
Be easy - swear you stuntin' but you frontin' to me
Be easy - behind the scenes or behind yo breezies
Ay, be easy
?? kissin' ass when I came to leave
Set the standard for Atlanta, rearranged the lead
Okay, so what tha fuck is fame to me?
I been plottin' since kindergarten, you'z a lame to me
I give the niggaz what they came to see
A reflection of one self where they aim to be
As you can see it ain't no change in me
And you won't meet another nigga off the chain as me
I'm so fly, no lie, don't deny it, ya feel it
So inspired by my style, decided to try it yoself
Bet you won't, meet nobody ranked as high as myself
The checks you waitin' on, homes, I can sign them myself
Tote gats, dro smoked that, now I'm high
Seats way back in the Maybach I ride
Through the streets of the westside, I slap five
And throw dubs, show love, nigga don't hate be wise
What it iz pimp? T.I.P., Trap Muzik, understand that?
Grand Hustle pimp! Ay, whus hattnin' Toomp?
Let's ride out homie! What it iz mayne?
P$C, Pimp Squad Click, shawty!
Uh, uh... A-Town... stay down..
Ok, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Ay, Ok, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ok
Come on
I never know whether I'm livin fo tomorrow or dyin fo today
But either way I'm tryna move a hundred dymes in a day
They sat that crime don't pay, but I'm gone stay on the grind in the A
Wit the same ole j's
I know the lames gone say that I done changed no way
I'm in the gutta everyday tryna slang mo ya
In the middle of the trap, we hang the dro blaze
Niggaz in the trap ain't changed in 4 dayz
Waitin on a page dat sayin the blow came
Instead of us just finding mo ways to get paid
Anyway, in the fire, I done been there homey
Niggaz ball, niggaz die and ain't shit fair homey
Dem crackers give ya some time and get to sit there homey
My niggaz dyin, I'll see ya when I get there homey
Ay, Born alone, die alone in life
But right or wrong, folk it's on fo life
Just be betta than me
Shawty, the streets ain't the place to be
I'm telling you cuz it's to late fo me
Ay be betta than me
Crackas love nuttin betta to see then young niggaz wit a felony sheet
So be betta than me
I know ya mamma waitin faithfully on her baby to graduate ya see
You way betta than me
Betta than us, betta than this, take a chance nigga change some shit
You could be betta than me
Ay, its rules in the game son, learn it young
When dez hatas speak yo name man burn dey tongue
Neva be ashamed of how ya live or where ya from
You stack a mill, niggaz will see how far you come
Without a gun, you got somethin'll make 'em bar you son
That's a million dollar mind, why, dez niggaz is dumb
Yea they gon get outta line, but dez niggaz is scum
They outta sight and outta mind 'til you visit the slum, stay down
Stay on the grind and yo digits'll come, bottom line
You gotta shine no matta what you become
Dez streets is 40 percent of yo mind and 5 percent muscle
10 struggle, 10 time, and 35 percent hustle
And trust if dey don't burry the scared, dey burry the dead
When anticipatin pistol play, be very prepared
And if you ain't, find somewhere to burry yo head
Because them hot ones from the choppas tear ya body to shreds
I said
Shawty, the streets ain't the place to be
I'm telling you cuz it's to late fo me
Ay be betta than me
Crackas love nuttin betta to see then young niggaz wit a felony sheet
So be betta than me
I know ya mamma waitin faithfully on her baby to graduate ya see
You way betta than me
Betta than us, betta than this, take a chance nigga change some shit
You could be betta than me
In a broke down Cadillac, ridin' high
Not many trusts in this life either shine or die
Ima live one of two ways, either grind or cry
And Ima grind it out, even if I'm dyin it out
Ain't got no mo than me, so what the fuck you lyin about
That man right there, but ain't gon be when dey start findin out
That that bullshit you be talkin ain't the real deal
That ain't you blow, them ain't yo cars so how you really live
See what you need to do is take a chilly-willy pill
Go and chill yo ass out, fo dey deal yo ass out
A bad hand from a mad man, in a mad clan
All dem otha niggaz take a fall you gon take the last stand
Gnawed in, sawed in, how everybody ball
when everybody else is all in you don't know where to fall in?
Need some Flaw Henn, I'm telling you shawty
and don't be buyin none of dat bullshit sellin you shawty
And all that otha shit they talkin is irrelevant shawty
Tell 'em, show you the papa, fo dey show you the cable
You see a whole different nigga when you open dem drables
follow hatas nuttin holy can saves us
Shawty be betta than me
Shawty, the streets ain't the place to be
I'm telling you cuz it's to late fo me
Ay be betta than me
Crackas love nuttin betta to see then young niggaz wit a felony sheet
So be betta than me
I know ya mamma waitin faithfully on her baby to graduate ya see
You way betta than me
Betta than us, betta than this, take a chance nigga change some shit
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
That's how all my niggaz know
Blowin' dro', 24's
That's how all my niggaz roll
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
That's how all my niggaz know
Blowin' dro', 24's
That's how all my niggaz roll
In a drop top Chevy with the roof wide open
My partners looking at me to see if my eyes open
'Cause I've been drankin' and I've been smokin'
And flying down 285 but I'm focused
Four fifty four's aces, I race Porsches
White leather seats, as fresh as Air Forces
I say I'm doing 'bout a hundred but the track still bumping
Number 8 on N.W.A., "Straight Outta Compton"
Pull up at your apartment, sitting on 20 somethings
And the dope boys hollin' and a kid runnin' in
The clicks start dancin' and the broads start choosin'
And the cars been parked but the rims keep movin'
Sign pictures by [Incomprehensible]
'Cause I ain't hollywood, I come from the hood
I'm used to it, if your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating
24 inch Daytons got the Chevrolet shaking
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
That's how all my niggaz know
Blowin' dro', 24's
That's how all my niggaz roll
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
That's how all my niggaz know
Blowin' dro', 24's
That's how all my niggaz roll
I'll make a mill' and I'm satisfied, I'll get the rest
Underaged civilian in the tigthest ride, I want the best
I refuse to get a 9 to 5, I'm a flip my ki's
Been payin' my dues since eighty-nine, trying to get my cheese
Diamonds gleam when I'm on the scene
They know it's me
Ain't no dream or no fantasy it's T-I-P
Brought busting, like a baby do a blanket
Five karat VVS's on my motherfucking pinkie
Half of Hennessy and Belvedere
What we dranking, pimp squad send for broads
What the Hell you niggaz thinkin'
Young nigga spendin' weekends on the islands in the fall
24 inch rim shining when I'm riding 'cause I'm ballin'
I'm calling out shots like a pool shark
My tools spark in the dark when I fool marks
Y'all fools hearts in the wrong place at the wrong time
I got a strong mind to grab my chrome nine
And shoot at your ass for a long time
But I'm a get that ass hauled off, fuck around with the click
They'll be lookin for your dick wit a stick
Nigga y'all soft, so y'all lost, 'cause I'ma ball at all costs
Spit game at a dame, make her ride on this thang
'Til she falls off and sucks balls off, I got the
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
That's how all my niggaz know
Blowin' dro', 24's
That's how all my niggaz roll
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
That's how all my niggaz know
Blowin' dro', 24's
That's how all my niggaz roll
I'm not boucing little shorty, I'm relaxing right now
I probably still be trappin' if I wasn't rapping right now
Bragging about pistols at the house, I want 'em strapped right now
And keep on talkin' folk, I'll lay you on your back right now
I want ta act right now, get smacked right now
I'm a buck a motherfucker, I don't know to back down
Clown down here fakin', frontin', talkin' 'bout what you makin', nothin'
I'm 21 and 10 years deep, that shit to me ain't nothin'
I'm raised by the niggaz gettin' head from the jays
Lose your leg when I spray, end up dead from the 'K
Stay ready for the raid, paid heavy from the yae
I told my class to kiss my ass, I smoke 11 everyday
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
That's how all my niggaz know
Blowin' dro', 24's
That's how all my niggaz roll
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
That's how all my niggaz know
Blowin' dro', 24's
That's how all my niggaz roll
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
That's how all my niggaz know
Blowin' dro', 24's
That's how all my niggaz roll
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
That's how all my niggaz know
Blowin' dro', 24's
I done been locked up wit the worsest of niggas
Armed robbin con men and murderous niggas
The dope boys be the first to deliver
Green, brown, or blow, got mo snow than Buffalo in the winter
Think these lyrics is comin from a pretender
If I said it I done seen it or done it
So I mean it when I say you don't want it
Done came a long way from jumpin the hunnids (hundreds)
To baggin them quarters, doin shows from L.A. to Flawda (Florida)
In Atlanta, I'm the law and the order, the king of it
Got a throne and a brougham and a (?) that's chrome
Callin houses on the water my home, wit no mortgage or loan
If I live in it I bought it and own it
If I'm wit a bitch I caught her and boned it
No question, no less than a week and she's in confession
And I bought no necklace unless I'm investin
No exceptions, I'll open ya closed session
[Hook X2]
You ain't hard til you cookin like this
You ain't mob til you fucked wit the click
Or you flippin them bricks
We make music for the broke and the rich
For the hoover the 6
For the hustlas went from nothin to (?)
We hustle from 6 to 6 to 6 again
Sell fat nicks for 10 til the bricks get in
Venturin from ATL to Michigan
The talk of yo town, y'aint even worth mentionin
Peppermint try'na get another shipment in
And Sam Goody just hit us on the hip again
Got hot shit under our fits that'll pierce ya skin
And the click I'm in some made men, know dat
Got a deal now, but I was the shit befo dat
Totin steel now, but hold my own wit no gat
T.I.P. the answer to the question "Where them hoes at?"
The heat is catchin up to niggas runnin 4 flat
At the club gettin crunker than crackers on Prozac
Say you got some dubs on the Lac? Well shawty where the vogues at?
T.I.P. ain't the shit? come on shawty, don't act
I'm the hottest thing ever flowed over 24 tracks
[Hook X2]
Some niggas wonder how I made it, I do what it takes
At school I was cool wit the nigga who threw a 22 in ya face
Took ya starter coat and choked ya til you blue in the face
Or you might know me as the nigga who fucked ya bitch and bust 2 in her face
Either way, I'm a winner like the 4 and the trey
You probably never held mo dough than I can blow in a day
Sometimes I'm wearin gold, sometimes I'm ridin on it
Between us, I doubled up off my signin bonus
K.P. and Jay say "Shawty, ay you goin legit"
But I ignored the shit, when I scored a brick
I bet you never knew how quick 36 O's'll flip
Yeah I cook it til it bubble up, see how quick it double up
Competition's in trouble I'm supplyin the hood
Born, bred, when I'm dead, I'ma die in the hood
Niggas be tryin the hood, I open fire in the hood
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up, and let 'em lie in the hood
Dez niggas robbing me
Pray to God is nothing but a robbery
I gave them all I had
So they pulled they lick off flawlessly
They yelling fussing cussing
But all I hear is heaven calling
Me next thing I know they busting
They leaf me seven and they all in me
on fallen knees help me please death is all I see
If I die memory of a ballin Gee is all I'll be
Never thought I'll be lying in a puddle of blood trying to breath
I don't want to die but something is telling me
It's time to leave say my apologizes
Maybe find a piece of God
Seen my whole life flash before my eyes
And now it's getting dark body temp drop
Going in shock prying out of fear close my eyes
Take my last breath and I'm out here
In my life I smoked a lot of weed
Drunk a lot beer sold a lot of keys
But that shit don't even matter here
Somebody said walk toward the light
But I ain't not ready to go
Am I dead is it over you ain't ready to know
Well now I moving toward the light
And I ain't walling or nothing
I ain't like the shit
Well hell I guess ain't use for me to try to fight
The shit what the business is you God
I been waiting to meet you
And I know I been hearing bout yall
But like the one day I would see you
But why you let dem niggas kill me
you could have done something why you ain't come down there
And shield me when them niggas started dumping
Then he say excuse thy heat
But I control no hate in
And it coming not from me
Well who coming from Satin
Oh Satin did this excuse me lord
But now my shit list and
I know with all this phi shit you got a A-K
Or a piston grip give me a click of angels whip dem thought loose the goal
And get piston whipped a lot of die I ain't scared
Who he think he is fuck with Tip
I got a A-K two 45's bout 50 clip I'm fixto dip
I ain't borrow shit I'm fixto trip
Put a piston grip and loose thy lip
And then he say two wrong doing make it not a right one a last
Well forgiven me cause
I'm bout to ride out on Lufica ass
And all I need you to do is give me
The strength and lord you know I'm need you
With the shit I'm fixto attempt
I'm fix to bust hell wide open fear don't control me
and I'm O.G. hell can't hold me
Now 'Pac and Biggie want ride too
I guess that's cool sense that muthafucker
The reason yall niggas had to die too
My nigga Bankhead had to realize too
Shawty let ride
It's 4serious up here dough
Cause we don't ride we glide
Now I'm strapped and ready folks
But I can't steam to do a thing
With these wings how I'm supposed to keep them steady folks
With a chopper on back of two 44's shawty no
A the pain we fixto bring
I don't thing he even ready for
When it's on you already know
Farewell bro. mama always told me
I was bad enough to tear hell up
IM doing this for what you made of
From that time you made the bitch eat the apple
to the time you pick your folks
To put us on the boat and enslave us
Worker that never paid us
Killed Malcolm X, Martin Luther King
and everybody else tried to come down here us
Killed my father that raised us
Kidnapped us from our country
Take your distance in our religional way
Well now it's time for the cadet to busted
We want our spirits and our minds back now
IM getting mines right now
Pussy nigga lye it down I'm walkin
Thought hell kicking the devil doors down
spreading rounds waving cadet rounds
Well I woke up I was lying down shawty
Still ain't forgave myself.. damn
It's a lotta fucked up shit that go down man..
You don't even know the half..
Man I been in and outta trouble since an adolescents
Spoiled rotten, dead fresh, wit no daddy present
I got two uncles, Quint and Man and they keep me straight
7 and 8, I'm countin money while they movin weight
My daddy send me clothes and always tell me come and see him
I say aiight but still I feelin like my momma need him
They sendin letters home from school, nobody read mines
And plus my uncles, doin 10 years F.E.D. time
Then I started rebellin, began crack sellin
Tha littlest thang on the corner wit a Mac 11
After school I hear my momma holla homework
I say aiight ma, but look I got my own work
Started interactin wit fiends at the age of 13
Now my momma findin rocks in my socks, glocks in my toy box
Like damn, why do trouble come to me like this
But on the real, it ain't even have to be like this (fuck)
Mistakes made on this road to wealth
I still ain't forgave myself
Ay, what I am today
I made myself but I still ain't forgave myself
For runnin to the grave getting closer to death
I still ain't forgave my self
For anyone who ever wondered how I felt
I still ain't forgave myself
At 14 man, thought I knew everything
I'm slangin slabs, trappin hard, movin heavy Cain
I bought an '85 cutlass on some dane-a-danes
Now I'm the shit, huh, the motor blew in 30 days
Hardheaded man I ain't listen to anything
I'm getting money so, I'm right and I got plenty game
Besides why I need school, Im'ma be rappin momma
If that don't work, then I guess Im'ma be trappin momma
But hey I promise Im'ma make it cause I'm damn good
Im'ma get us out this hood and off these can goods
School just a white man game, and it's ran good
At 16, here's my introduction to manhood
Blue lights behind me, damn what I'm gonna do
Cause I got 2 pounds of weed and a 3.80 too
I guess everything'll be aiight if I just keep it cool
How ya doin officer, what ya mean why I ain't in school
Can you search the car?? Yea but, I rather that you didn't
Besides it's just a waste of yo time cause ain't nutthin in it
I guess that's when I seen, that I ain't know shit
When stuck in a place wit freedom I ain't gone get.. (Damn!)
Mistakes made on this road to wealth
I still ain't forgave myself
Ay, what I am today, I made myself
But I still ain't forgave myself
Guess these the chances ya take, when dealt the cards I was dealt
But I still ain't forgave myself
For anyone who ever wondered how I felt
I still ain't forgave myself
Outta all the niggaz I was wit when I was doin wrong
3 in the fed, 1 doin life, and 2 dead and gone
Knew there was more to life than sellin blow and chopper bustin
But what's the good in knowin' better if I ain't tell 'em nutthin
I knew I coulda told Cap not to kill shawty
Put down the gun, get in the car let 'em live shawty
You'll probably get locked up, and I'll probably have a deal shawty
Naw, I ain't scared, I'm just telling ya like it is shawty
Coulda told Endae, Quint, and Kern, man ya covers blow
Leave that country town alone, yall needa come back home
Bankhead and J-Rue, I just feel like if I was wit 'em
They woulda never got killed that night if I was 'em
Seem like I coulda done mo', said mo'
Why all my partners gotta be dead or in the fed fo'??
All the time, I just wish that yall could ball wit me
Sometimes at night I close my eyes, and dream that yall wit me (damn.)
And even though they say I cant blame myself
I still ain't forgave myself
For all the mistakes made on this road to wealth
I still ain't forgave myself
What I am today, I made myself
But I still ain't forgave myself
For anybody who ever wondered how I felt
I still ain't forgave myself
And yea they say I cant blame myself
But I still ain't forgave myself
Fo the mistakes made on this road to wealth
I still ain't forgave myself
Guess this the chance that you take, when dealt the cards I was dealt
But I still ain't forgave myself
For anybody who ever wondered how I felt
I still ain't forgave myself (Ain't Forgave myself)
Yea, for anybody who ever wondered how I felt
anybody who ever wondered what's wrong wit me, here it is..
3 16's of what's in the heart of T.I.P.
This song is dedicated to everybody who ain't here wit me
Cap, damn.. you fucked up shawty, but when you get out
if I live to see it, its gone be on again ya know what I'm sayin
And we ain't gotta worry bout goin to jail shawty we legit now
Ya know what I'm sayin.. Cern, Quint, Endae, yall gone get out man
and when you do I'll be there shawty.. always
Bankhead, J-rue, I'm sorry man, some shit I cant change
When I get up there, we gone ball again, open the gates shawty let me in..
we gone ball. J-Rue man I know money ain't worth a friend shawty..
I fucked up bad man.. I still ain't forgave myself
My momma, sorry I ain't graduate but
hell we rich now it don't matter. My uncles shit,
it don't matter either.. yall back.
Well hell.. My Lil' boy (music stops)
you betta not do the same shit I did
[T.I.]
Ay take a good look at me - Now picture me unhappy
No cash and outta fashion, not flashin
Picture me doin bad even if I wasn't rappin
Picture me even breathe on the mic not snappin
I'm fire hot not lukewarm, my arms frozen
Picture me in a room full of hoes unchosen
Picture me with no P.O. and no 'dro
Picture pimps walk with some broads and ain't gettin no 'tho
L.A. gone and I ain't gotta deal no mo' (Picture that)
A ghetto vision ain't real no mo' (Picture that)
Ah T.I.P. ain't work for MIA no mo'
He still so-so (picture that) he still po'
Nigga picture that, ah matta fact picture T.I.P.
Gettin anything other than rich
Now can you picture this, young, pompus, African son of a bitch
Labelled as anything less than "the shit", I can't see it
[Chorus - Beenie Man]
Dis bad man you get shot, anyways
Bad man nuh tek back chat, no day
Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat zigga, zigga
We always gonna stay 'pon top always
Dis bad man you get shot, anyways
Bad man nuh tek back chat no day
Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat zigga, zigga
We always gonna stay 'pon top, always
[T.I.]
Pull up in a blue coupe that's damn near clear
And Polo gear that won't drop 'til next year
Be like this here, Cartier frames and Pierre Jouet wristwear
T.I.P. your majesty's right c'here
Notice when I came the dames disappeared, ya lames listen here
To play me, ba-by, hey he,
gone need a track from God featuring Jesus or Jay-Z
Go on floss; ball where it cost
Smile for the cameras, take your shirts off
Y'all niggas actin, take ya skirts off
Hoppin bomb-ass nigga and he ain't wanna work boss
I'm gettin sick and tired off these phony rendetions
Wonder why I don't consider them no competition
There's no vision - lil' ambition
How I feel about these niggas, and my word, are ya kiddin?
[Chorus]
[T.I.]
Some niggas wonder what my goal is
They think it's goin gold havin hoes sweatin me
Fuck that, I'm in it for the longevity
Picture me as one of the greatest that'll ever be
Compare me to, Tupac, B.I.G., and Jay-Z
Work with legends like, Organo, I.Z., and J.D.
Neptunes, they even flow on one of Dre's beats
Fly to Miami, chill with Luke and we can trade freaks
I freak shows, just peep hoes under shade trees
Huh, but KP say just keep it top-notch
And make sure that the club is jumpin like it's hop-scotch
Floss rocks and in the summer keep the top dropped
Ten thousand dolla work for clo', when I go shop
In the Apollo on them 'boes so the hoes jock
Especially when I rock that linen suit with no socks
In Polo skippers, they undo zippers,
and they shows cock, to show shot shit
Bitch, I'm serious
[Chorus]
[Beenie Man]
Well it's a Neptunes sound (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Zagga-zagga-za, na-na-na-na-na (T.I.P.)
Whoa na-na-na-na (Beenie Man)
(Zagga-za-za-za, Oh we dat shit)
An a ziggi-ziggi-zagga (Bad man sittin)
Straight from Jamaica (Alright lemme give this to ya)
Yeah,
To the ladies,
One mo' message from T.I.P.,
I represent every man in America,
Naw,the world
You wanna know what he what he
thinkin' bout when he ain't
talkin to you bout why he can't
be your man you sure you wanna know
Here it is
My girl say I don't love her
She say we just fuckin'
Nothin' against you
It's just that I hate tux
She wanna toast with the Mo' and the ice
Throwin' the rice
Wake up with me for the rest of your life
Ask me where I'm going,when I'comin back when I bounce
Runnin her mouth, call herself the queen of the south
Redecorate the crib throwin satin on the couch
Catch me out adulteratin' takin' half of the house
Well it ain't she don't deserve it
Just I don't wanna give it
The life she wanna live
Shorty I don't wanna live it
Makin' money shorty's missin'
To all kind of digits
From KeKe's to Chaniques's
To Bianca's and Brigettes's
Poppin' up unannouced, shorty call 'fore you visit
Nothing about a number, mind your goddamn business
Look bitch, some shit bout Tip won't change
We can hang, but I got to let you know one thang
I can't be your man
It ain't you it's me, sorry shorty
I can't be your man
Where I been, I don't see no rings on these fingers
I can't be your man
Look to the future, find someone better than me
I can't be your man
You deserve much more, I'm no good to you shorty
Don't it seem like shit be cool for a month and a half
All of a sudden you frontin' and showin your ass
Complainin' bout what you got
Shorty look what you had
Before me, it was pull-out couches and Bilitant bags
Now she mad cause she ain't got a T.V. in her Jag
I tell you what if that ain't good enough get back on the bus
Give up the princess cuts and the Prada and stuff
I take you out to eat and you order a bottle of what?
Ungrateful wonderin' why I'm not faithful
Ballin's all good but this shit is just wasteful
Want me to pay your bills
Help you get a bigger crib
Shorty I don't mind helpin'
But show some initiative
Ain't brought nothin' to the table but hard times and heartache
Do something, get on the grind for God's sake
A reminder, rewind this message from your highness
For those that chose to take my kindness for blindness
I can't be your man
I don't cheat cause I ain't shit,
I'm cheatin' cause you aint shit
I can't be your man
Every time I walk in the house you sittin' on that goddamn couch
You ain't got nothing better to do
I can't be your man
Cook, clean, iron, pay the water bill, shorty do something
Work with me
I can't be your man
Ay, pack you shit shorty, I'm droppin yo ass off at yo mami house
Right now
One more scenario
Bout another jazzy hoe
That I met on the road
After a show in Ontario
Shorty say she got a man
That don't really scare me though
But she say he got a temper
So, but what he jealous for
Cause you told him you were cheatin
Hell, well what you tell him for
Shit, what that got to do with Tip
You better let him know
Now she want to let him go
But what for
So you can get with me and keep being a slut hoe
I don't think so baby better stay where you at
I'm no good for you
Never mind the way that he act
You got a kid and a crib with him
What's better than that
I'm in town for the week you better settle for that
I can't be your man
I'm here for 4 days shorty, 4 days
I can't change the world
I can't be your man
He don't treat you right?
What that gotta do with me?
I can't be your man
He be cussin' you out and shit
You cheated on him shorty, can you blame him?
I can't be your man
You ain't fend to bring that bullshit to me
I don't want naan parts of it
I can't be your man
Look here man
Get that shit out of my face
Kick rocks
I can't be your man
I ain't fend to have nothing to do with it
Their will be none of that round here
I can't be your man
Besides shorty you talk to much
I can't deal with it
I can't be your man
You say you work where
Mickey D, get the hell out of here shorty
Man look ay, I can't deal with it
You got too much baggage with you man
You and little, uh,uh,uh little Opus Cunningham
Y'all kick rocks down the damn street
I can't deal with it shorty
N...,complain...,what..., you ain't got what?
Shorty when I met you shorty you was barefooted
Sittin' on the railroad track with some straw in yo mouth
What the hell you complainin' about what you got now
Wh-Wh-What nigga you got steak and eggs right here
I'm sayin, what the business is?
Get the hell out of here man
Ay man you need to show me some appreciation round here
You in the damn living room more than the muthafuckin' furniture shorty
I can't deal with that shit man
Get a damn job
Do something for me
Lazy bitch, All the bad bitches in the world and I had to hook up
With the sorriest hoe in America
Why don't you take the weight off my back every now and then
why don't you pay a bill
30 damn dollars, the cable bill ain't but 30 damn dollars shorty
Why don't you change the..., flip the mattress
Man wash some clothes, change a light bulb
Goddamn shorty, I gotta do every thing round this sumabitch
Ay shawty
(Whussup playa?)
Ay, you 'memba dat broad we met back on da road last year, bout '99?
(Da one up in NYC?)
Nah, nah, not the one from New York, I 'memba her too doe
I'm talkin bout the one from L.A.
lil bad bitch I met in da mall wit da big azz
(Oh, oh, dat bitch)
Here wha she said
(Whussup?)
I'll meet you at the hotel, we can fuck all night
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
(Shit, let'z do it... where u at?)
I said, meet me at the hotel, we can fuck all night
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
(Shit baby, keep yo mouth shut we can do it, sho nuff)
One day in L.A., I'm at the mall
Pickin me up a coupla pairs of silk drawls
And I ran into this fine azz well built broad
She was in hard from a long way
So I'm finna go on swing shawty way
Just like da song say, cuz I don't play
Miss lady built like a amazon
A 5'9", light brown, wit some sandals on
Da kinda azz dat make you wanna grab a handle on
And fuck her all day in da hallway with the candlez on
So I wave, and I speak and conversation coo
She asked my name, where I'm from and why I talk the way I do?
I said "Cuz I ain't from round hea, I'm from Atlanta shawty, but anywayz
We can still get togetha, cuz I'm gon be hea fo a coupla dayz"
And then she say, she never been ta Georgia, she was dyin ta visit
Well, I'm in room 312, at the Sofatel, I'm sho that they listed
She got the digits, say she like me, and that we can be friends
If I ain't welcome shawty, don't invite me, ain't no need ta pretend
I'm wanna lick on ya neck, kiss ya earz, and make yo knee bend
Put ya azz in positionz you never thought you'd be in
Now, I'm tellin you shawty, fuckin wit me, like divin of deep end
Have you sneekin, creepin in Georgia, freak on the weekend
This time, it was me n KP, in NYC
On some Quevo and Hennessy, and 2 sweets with two freaks
Some of da baddest thangz in Times Square wit some long hairz, cute feet
One of'em say she wanna drive me to Coney Island so she can show me the new beach
Couldn't nobody ride wit me doe, cuz da car only had 2 seatz
Lil' cute freak, in da Z3, remind me of one of my hoez in da GC
Told me her name was Sharell but all of her friendz call her Cici
Say she up hea goin ta NYU, but originally she frum DC
Say she'd love ta freak me, reminisce while listenin to mah CD
Lay me out on the beach feed me strawberriez n kiwi
Shawty say she like wha she see, can't wait ta get down hea n see me
Round Freaknik, say soon az you hit da city all you gotta do iz beep me
And let me know whut itz finna be, the Four Seasons or the Embassy
Get a voice mail round 10 ta 3, and then wha she said ta me...
Tell'em how you did the broad shawty
(I fucked the bitch... and forgot the bitch)
I'm havin fun... gettin pussy on the run
Bitches comin to mah room, tryna make me cum
In *Cleveland* last weekend, O-High Hoe, whuz really goin on?
She said "Stick it down my throat"
A lotta yall married... to mah ex trampz
She shouldn't worry, I sent the bitch to sex camp
Taught her how to fuck, she made you fall in love
I fucked her real tough, now you can't get enough
Knockin on mah door fo yo hoe, das no game pimp
I fucked all them bitchez DMX was namin
Fuckin hoez from Milly, bitchez out in Philly
Puerto Rican, Dominican, New York pussy, ya feel me
I been nationwide since '88
So don't clown when I'm around, keep yo lady straight
Cuz I'ma... beat her pussy down in the worst way
You waited six months, and I fucked her on the first date, at the Hotel
Meet me at the hotel, we can fuck all night
(Hoe, don't tell nobody... BIATCH!!!)
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
(That'z right... we runnin' up in deze hoez...
Trackstarz baby, real playaz, ballin in da ATL)
I said, meet me at the hotel, we can fuck all night
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
(You betta ask yo bitch about us
Take the game from Timbucktoo to the Kalimazoo
You know how a playa do...
... and one mo thang baby...
Ay boy, don't spill my drink boy, ba-lip!
Now listen (Grand Hustle homie)
Everybody report to the bloodclaat dance floor (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Wyclef, "All Hands on Deck" - you love the beat?
(Boy you know what it is, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
Yo Tip, talk to me bloodclaat
I'm a real nigga homie, throw six figures on me
Got a pistol you don't want it, boy you what what it is
Ay, I'm way flyer, my pay's way higher
If they ever mention sire boy you know what it is
I got that drama, you don't want no problems
Dial up that llama, boy you know what it is
Ay, I get money, all I count is big money
Dick is all she get from me, boy you know what is
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay - boy you know what it is nigga
Yo T.I.P., let them likkle rap boys know how you livin
The wait is over, here we go again, I'm back into play
Gon' sell another couple mil' and take it back to the A
Gon' take that other couple mil' and put it back in the safe
Five cash for the crib on the back of the lake
I'm up in Crucial two-steppin with the gat in the waist
T.I. ain't in the street no mo', fo'-fo', is that what they say?
Don't even try him when you see him boy you have to be great
Cause this pistol hit you in your face, your teeth they'll have to replace
That's if you lucky nigga trust me, it don't hurt me to take
100 thousand to them Haitians you'll be murdered today, nigga
Yo T.I.P. some boys wan' playa hate
Let them know who the King of the South is, talk to them!
Well they sweatin when they see me, I'm apparently hot
Had the album of the year nigga, Grammy or not
Remember, all day I used to stay in the spot
With two revolvers in my pocket, pitch a hand of that rock
And now, chart toppin, ain't a car I ain't got
I'm the number one customer at my own car lot
You wanna know how much I'm makin, just imagine a lot
You know I'm probably gettin more that you'd imagined I got
Listen close, I need to know if you understand me or not
Because you disrespectin me, you and your man'll be shot
Why y'all take shot, cause I'm movin?
We'll pop you in your chest boy
Well from the King of the South to the King of the States
Ridin in a car you probably never seen in the states
No idea how much yay I can bring in the states
Hey you can get a hundred on 'em for a million today
Frank Lucas ain't the only one who made a million a day
But it's a American gangsta right here in your face
And you don't wanna see P$C on the scene with a K
You think you runnin up and robbin, that ain't even the case
And just because you get away, that don't mean it's okay
You a dead man walkin and I mean it, okay? Hey
Some of them boys wan' talk 'bout they have done
They guns sound like popcorn, ya
When the King of the South (boy you know what it is)
Get with the King of Haiti, big up Jamaica
Expect this (boy you know what it is)
Bloodclaat gorillas a-come out (hahhh, ay, boy you know what it is)
And when that fire don't pop, come and gone
We have big LONG machine guns then
And when we pull them back (choppers'll hang you)
BLAP, BLAP, BLAP, BLAP! Bap-bap-bap-bap-bap!
You like the beat? (hahhh, they better)
We can sell you one y'know (well bop ya head then, okay)
Yo big up to Haiti! (hey!)
I'm the king, all the way to the ATL (Bankhead, okay)
Yo big up the whole South, East West North (Grand Hustle homie)
Yo London! Japan (HEY) yeah (P$C)
I'm a tell ya'll sucka niggas somethin
Who wants to follow me
Look here dawg
[Chorus]
You might see me in the street
But nigga you don't know me
When ya holla when u speak
Rememba you don't know me
Save all the hatin and the poppin
nigga you don't know me
Quit tellin niggas you my partna
Nigga you don't know me
Don't be a groupie keep it movin
Nigga you don't know me
Hey I ain't trippin but the truth is
Really you don't know me
Ya you know they call me T.I.
But you don't know me
You be hatin and I see why
Cuz you don't know me
I think its time i made a song fo niggas who don't know me
I graduated at the streets, Ima real OG
I been trappin shootin pistols since I stood four feet
So all you niggas actin bad, you gon have to show me
You gone make me bring a chevy to a real slow creek
My niggas hangin out the window, mouth full of gold teeth
When the guns start poppin, wonder when its gonna cease
the choppa hit you on the side and create a slow leak
We can end the speculation cuz today we gone see
What's the future of a pussy nigga hatin on me
I giva fuck about the feds investigation on me
I don't care they at my shows and they waitin on me
Ima keep a flossy poppin long as tooth is on the beat
Tell police that I ain't stoppin Ima keep it in the streets
Contrary to yo believes, im as real as you can be
Fuck yo thoughts and yo feelings nigga you don't know me.
[Chorus]
Hey once again let me remind you nigga you don't know me
So don't be walkin up and askin whats the deal ona Ki.
I don't konw if you wearin wires you could be the police
If I was slangin dope you couldnt get an OZ
See me at the PSC follow thru and tha show deep
Hommies holdin up the doe, cuz they know we toat heat
I just wanna wrap a C, blow a dro ina flee
Only playin bout a dozen different picutures ina week
I just wanna chill with country and his daddy Freddy G
Ballin out everytime, every stone is but a G
Wanna ball in the Bahamas curtousy of KT
Fact I only gotta Mill. as well as a dolla DP
Ak house on the hill right next to JG
Everyweek be there for lunch, busta blunt and eat free
Get in day paid Lil Craig dead meat
That's the only shot we got at gettin cap back on the streets
[Chorus]
You see a nigga hatin on a G
Ask em what's it gonna be
Whatcha lookin at, pussy nigga you don't know me
At the club, in the streets
Or where ever we should meet
It's choppa choppin pistols poppin nigga you don't know me [2x]
[Chorus]
Grand Hustlin' Pimp
Urban Legends Comin Soon
The wait is over hommie
PSC Pimpin
You don't know me dawg...
Hey T.I.P pimping
Hey shorty why you gotta act like that, I'm saying
I'm just trying to be nice to you
Go and tell a nigga no, wit a ass so fat
Hey why you wanna go and do that love, huh
Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that, do that
Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that-that-that
In a relationship been faithful to a nigga so whack
Hey why you wanna go and do that love, huh
Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that, do that
Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that-that-that..aye-aye
Can't help but notice how you glowing, I can see in yo face
Now I just wonder if he know he close to being replaced
Swear I treat you like a queen you put me in his place
So you can give back his ring and the key to his place
Tell the nigga one thing that you need yo space
Selling niggaz is one thing you don't need to chase
I wanna kiss you everywhere between yo knees and waist
Hear the sounds that you making, get yo knees to shake
Holla at me in the A, you feel you need to escape
I gotta mansion and a gate, you wit me you safe
A Benz, a Phantom and a truck wit 23's the case
600 Gz in the safe, how much cheese it take?
This a chance you need to take, ain't no need to wait
Say the word we can leave today, this song's special
And it feel like faith, make a mistake
How the same thing making you sad I'm making you stay
Can he touch you like that, and make you make you feel like this?
How I left and came back and it's still like this
Do he hit it from the back and make you feel it yo chest
Take advantage of what your concealing in yo dress
What, he think he too fresh to show that you the best
Compliment you on your intellect and treat you wit respect
Give you sex till you sweat, tongue kissing on yo neck
It's been awhile since she got it like this I bet
I can tell you ain't just another bitch I met
Ain't nobody got me open like this, not yet
You confused ain't decided which way you should go yet
So how you keep saying no with yo panties so wet
This nigga playing mind games man
I think the time came, that you mind changed you understand
Life is like a chess move, you need to make yo next move
Yo best move, keep it pimpin' you understand...hey
I mean you know what I'm saying I don showed you how I feel
You know what I'm saying, I put myself all the way out there you know
The ball in yo court man, but I just got a question for you...
And in case you forgot, I'm the kinggggggg
Yea, Yea,.....Aye, Aye, Aye,..Aye Who I'm is nigga (I'm the kinggggg)
T.I.P., Atlanta's own king of the south shawty (I'm the kinggggg)
Yea, Yea, Yeahhhh..Better keep my name out ya mouth shawty (I'm the kinggg)
Yeah, PSC nigga, Aye, Aye
All hail Atlanta's own, owner of Atlanta's throne
If he ain't want no trouble he just shoulda left the man alone
This the scene shown and evident Atlantas known
The king's been the one representing all of Atlantas zones
Back when niggas been representing Atlanta wrong
Every shot he got, he put the hoods of Atlanta on
The big screen, then hit every trap and traveled on
Past, present to Texas to Alambama strong
Down in Miami, up to Louisiana homes,
From the Carolinas, Virginia, to David Banner's home
I'm well connected haters, best to mind ya manners homes
I got a nickel-plated 38, but hey the hammer chrome
And it shine like ya should set the phatom on
In it see me riding, getting blown like a saxphone
Hey shawty spitting shit it takes to put a candle on
If I ain't on ya tube dude, you must got ya channel wrong
I'm the king of the south, theres is none flyer
Sucker MC's outta call me sire, ya songs ok, but I'm on fire
24 inches on my rims and tires
I'm the king of the south, there is none flyer
Sucker MC's outta call me sire, you was on top
But I pass right by ya, I will not stop, I won't retire
I came, I saw, I conquered (ok) with no big names
No fame, no celebrity sponsors
Just the game and a flow that was bonkers
Nigga front if ya wanna, I dead niggas like the bitches from "Monster"
Now you been told, so don't say I ain't warn ya and don't
Let it alarm ya, when ya leaking, and the reapers upon ya
See dopeman and I'm creepin upon ya, say that I ain't the king
But you just sour, you ain't think of it aren't ya
All the hating, is no time to respond to, I miss tryin to conjure up
A way to get experience and launder, hey I thought ya record company
Con ya in to signing a deal shy of a mill cause they really ain't want ya
Moving yay, it's safe to say that they own ta ya
So it's time to move on to real estate, and get cake selling bigger stakes
I'm king of the south now, but theres fifty states
Cause I'ma spread out and I'll eliminate who in the way
I'm 24 today, give to I'm 28
I'll be ruler of all that I survey and not just in the state
See I bend just to win, but I ain't finna break
[Intro - T.I.]
Is that T.I. over there? is that him?
Is that you? Rubber Band Man
Boyyyyyy..... is that T.I.? Whoooo..
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Remix Playa, yeah, y'all already know what it is man
T.I.P, came from the south, Rubber Band man boyyyyy...
Connected with my folk from the West Mack
My folk from the Chi' Twista
And T Double D, from the bottom
[Hook - T.I.]
Rubber Band man, wild as the Taliban
Nine in my right, forty-five in my other hand
I'm in trouble man, always in trouble man
Worth a couple hundred grand
Chevy's all colors man, who I'm isss...?
[Verse One - T.I.]
I'm young pimpin', way out of ya vision
don't set your sights on my position, I'm way out ya division
I was grindin' while you was tryin' to figure out your division
I'm sittin' on the block and watchin' hustlas makin' and killin'
until I, jumped in the game without my uncle's permission
Makin', solvin' my family's wishes through whatever conditions
I'm workin' trappin' servin' kitchens with intentions to get in
my mittens under cover millions workin' off of comission
everyday I'm on a mission with heavy haters so listen
Divide it, flip it, weigh and ship it, 'til you cook it and sniff it
When I talk, G's listen they can see
I been livin' the same, life that I'm spittin'
I ain't frontin' and trippin'
I came, out of the trap I ain't come here to visit
I named the album Trap Muzik 'cause I'm being specific
To my niggaz still investin' in caine
I'm wearin' rubber bands just out of respect for the game
[Verse Two - Mack 10]
I got that wizerk, dawg i got them birdies that don't chizerp
water ex pills sticky green and the purple sizerp
And no matter where I'm at, is west coast or up front
I'm low key I can't stunt and move a hundred bricks a month
In the east they like my swagger, them broads be up on me
In the south they love me, cause I'm down and dirty homie
And if you get it how you live as a gangsta then stand up
Mack10 a 'D boy', so my cash is rubberbanned up
[Hook - T.I.]
Rubber Band man, wild as the Taliban
Nine in my right, forty-five in my other hand
I'm in trouble man, always in trouble man
Worth a couple hundred grand
Chevy's all colors man, who I'm isss...?
Rubber Band man, wild as the Taliban
Nine in my right, forty-five in my other hand
I'm in trouble man, always in trouble man
Worth a couple hundred grand
Chevy's all colors man, who I'm isss...?
[Verse Three - Trick Daddy]
I represent for the Tre-o-five
Down with the rubberband man, y'all call him young T.I.
See I been an O.G., far from O.D.'n and this is
T double D don't even call me Maurice, now listen
My description is tall, dark, skinny, and ill-mannered
a hood negro with a little bit of spanish be like
Say yo papi, I got, yayo papi if
your price is right come on down and y'all copy
watch me, I'm gettin' money like it's 1984
got so much cash Bill Gates could kiss my ass (yeah)
I'm such a player they call me Juan Pierre
been ballin' since my younger years like ya boy Cabrera
[Verse Four - Twista]
I'm a windy city man,
the one that take sip and run it to the brain
love to get it crunk in the south where
my cousins from, and shawty shake that thang
Take the hipno' to the dome, smokin
when im rollin, wood on chrome
thump if it aint Kamikaze or
Trap Muzik then i dont put it on
when im on the court call my pacman,
yell out that i got that dro', watchin for that po'
you can get that Jag for a hundred but
im givin out the ounces for fo', let a nigga kno'
Call me the rain man from the place
where they gang bang
where them thangs bang, and the brains hang,
where we gotta main-tain
Can I cutt and hit it girl, come on let me get it get it girl
I love the girls from New Orleans, to ATL,
to St. Louis, and the 'the Windy City'girls
Blow fire man, when that hoe slide down
the pole like a fireman
[Hook - Twista]
I'm the Slow Jam man, rollin' wit' the rubber band man
Desert Eagle in my right, with a Three Fifty-seven off in my other hand
(Who I'm isss..) I'm in trouble man, always in trouble man
Worth a couple hundred grand
Chevy's all colors man, who I'm isss..?
[Hook Until Fade - T.I.]
Oh yeah, I know you prolly never known, round here
It get hotter then the body, dont get tha wrong idea (dont get it fucked up)
It's just Caprice's, and Impala's sittin on chrome down here
Brawls and ballin, ain't all that's goin on round here
Young killaz totin' pistol's like they grown down here ( ay ay)
Them young niggaz similar to King Kong, round here
A pocket full of stones, would get you on down here
So dope boy, keep ya drops like the song round here ( A TOWN)
Hey it ain't safe for the faker walkin home round here
Hey, the hell what we know if you ain't know round here
Say the wrong thing get cha back blown round here ( what what)
cuz gangstas rep they hood by the zone round here (westside shawty)
Get a hole in ya dome, bout ya rims down here
24's make them dubs, look like 10 down here (ha ha)
I'm where it is, and the biz is for us rappers round here
Money, hoes, cars, dro's is all that matters down here ( A yeah chea)
Don't forget to remember me
Don't forget (get get) to remember me
Please keep me in your heart
If we ever have to part
Don't forget (get get) to remember me
Ey the king modern day Martin Luther, Malcom X
I'm officially the freshest don't dare forget
I'm gone, momentarily don't bury me yet
Like Ali got I got title back prepare for that
When the world needed tip
Ask where he was it
But where he need something back
*** fade to black
Talking *** behind his back
You a hater for that
I'm don't expect nothing less
In the game with chess you think 5 moves ahead and not behind
Niggas jumped up cheered when I got my time
Like yeah, one whole year I got in the grind
But get me losing off your mind
Shorty may I remind you
That there ain't another *** who done been through what I been through
Time after time again you better get some ? in you
When you said it was over for him and you thought he couldn't continue to floss
Here's to your memory loss
Sucker
Chorus
Don't forget (get get) to remember me
Please keep me in your heart
If we ever have to part
Don't forget forget to remember me
They say out of sight is out of mind
And 9 times out of 10 me and out of pocket out of line
You do it big everybody that you out shined
Then your old lady fate talk about how she got fine
She say she trying to get away
He say about time
Right now we all thinking damn hope it not mine
But when its lights out for you and you locked down
Ain't not telling whether or not your lady when and got down
With that nigga cross town? Town cause he hot now
Ripping up your love letters, lifting up her night gown
Right now somebody baby momma gettin piped down
Kids in the next room listening, I'm gonna pipe down
The thought hurt don't it
But maybe she strong enough for ain't get that lonely cause you wasn't gone long enough
True
Its just a temporarily setback
Its on when I get back
Please don't forget that
Chorus
Don't forget to remember me
Don't forget (please don't) to remember me
Please keep me in your heart
If we ever have to part
Don't forget (get get) to remember me
I don't mean to feel like this
Don't mean to think like this
My heart just has to be shown
That the love that I give to you
That's the love that I get from you
I need to be safe and secure
Don't forget don't forget to remember me
Please remember me
Everything I bring to this love love
Please keep me in your heart
If we ever have to part
Don't forget (get) to remember me
Don't you... forget about me
No, No, No (Remix)
Jae Millz, Cam'ron, T.I
(Jae Millz)
Yea . . . you know we had to do this right here
All hoods, stand up
All rude bwoys
(Cam'Ron)
It's the remix, Killa, Dip Set
Harlem, mo say, chrome holla at me
(Verse)
Doggy I seldom stunt, but got some pell 'em stunts
Call 'em dunts, tell them hoes go sell them cunts
Roll hella blunts, and I'm only gonna tell you once (No, No, No...)
So you should tell a friend, to tell a friend, to tell a bitch
Tele-a-thon, telescope, televise, can tell I'm rich
Cause I sell my bricks, call hoes pultry that smell like fish, bitch
You rockin' Dada Dot, me I keep a Prada box
Ak', gotta rock the rocks, now I got the rock of Roc's (Minimum)
And I cop a top, ak chop a glock, suede, beige, knock a knock
System in the drop of drops, get the mobstered mopped
Get the poppas popped, top a top, shot the pawn
Dog, they'll be shotters shot, I done shot a lot
Shot the nine, shot the rock, sure shot, shot for sure
But I'm secure, no security, killa keep glocks and fours
Plus blocks of raw, probably popped your whore
But I'm not for sure, bitch wanna hop aboard
Hit up the docks and shores (No, No, No...)
(T.I.)[T.I]
[I know you niggaz sick] I know y'all hate this shit here man,[I know you niggaz sick now ]I know they hate this pimp [Throw up nigga]AY, Iknow these ho niggas hate to see the real niggaz on top ya know wha' i'm sayin [iffya hatin then get on ya job nigga]
Fake it until you make it nigga
If I wanted to be me as long as you wanted to be I'd hate me too nigga, you know,
King of da Muhfuckin' South Nigga, if ya don't like it:
KILL YA SELF!
(Verse)
It's your decision, we can do it however you want to
Fight or shoot it out, look the choices is on you
Your crew could swindle a lame, but the gangstas ya don't fool
Young pimpin' wont lose nigga (No, no, no...)
We can beef if you choose, but if you comparing the crews
If we ever meet in public, we gotcha for keepin' ya jewels
Keep your raps on the beats . . . and talkin in da interview
Cause damn...what you wanna do nigga? (No, no, no...)
Well I suggest you invest in vests and count your blessings
Keep that smith and wessun, heckler kotch, whatever you got
Cause what I come with too heavy to cock, clearing the block
Niggas beg me to stop and i'm like (No, no, no...)
Ain't this what you niggaz wanted to get, you wanted what TIP get?
Get hit up in your stomach then get hit for runnin' ya lips
Spit each and everyone in the clip, and one in your whip
Ambulence can waste a trip (Ay, you can come if you want to man)
Combat time, was flat lined, to back grime
Nigga runnin' actin' like a Nissan and Pathfinder (Sfffmmmm)
When the lead flyin' it's bed time, the head lyin'
The paper in the morning saying (No, no, no...)
(Jae Millz)
Yo I been spittin, been gifted, been crazy flow
Wize, been attent, shit you can call me Benjamin
Brethren, I don't ball with dopes
And you can call me anything you want, just don't call me broke (No, no, no...)
Most hated, M to the izz H phenomenal
Get up and one'll stretch, direct through your abdominal
I'm warning you, stop your blood clot cryin'
Stop lyin' cause theres no stop in dyin' (No, no, no...)
Picture me passing my chain, or getting smacked by a lame
That's like runnin' up on Father Zeek, and Matches Lane
It just dont sound right, I get your team devoured
So don't even TINK about it (No, no, no...)
you just a server shorty, I'll leave ya king stun
I'm a king son, in Kingston, I bling dumb
Only rapper you seen walkin' icey in the terrordome
Holla back, how real is that (No, no, no...)
No I don't wanna stop, I gotta 'em sick
So I'mma keep going, keep flowin'
Benz backin' up so I'ma keep rollin' bent
And I'm stilla heavy spitter, plus I'm good with the pitbull
The tech missiles and the heavy hitters
SUCKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS
(Jae Millz)
Those my peoples, N Y C
Killa, Dip Set
They know, T.I. grand hustle
What up
They know who I am
Jae Millz, call me whatever, just don't call me broke
Wanna WHAT!?
Better get on yo job, tell'em, haters get on yo job, nigga (Motivation)
Nigga, get on yo job, tell'em, haters get on yo job, nigga (Motivation)
Haters better get on yo job, tell'em, haters get on yo job, nigga (It's motivation)
Sucka nigga, get on yo job, if ya, hatin' get on yo job, nigga
You can look me in my eyes, see I'm ready for whatever
Anythang don't kill me, make me better
I ain't dead nigga, you can take the fame and the chedda
And the game, and the deal, I'm still a go-getter
Take my freedom for the moment but it ain't fo-ever
I got the spirit of a god, heart of a dope dealer
I'm a king, seen hangin' with some cold killas
I ain't never back down or ran from no nigga
I ain't sat down yet, pimp, standin' gorilla
Even if I'ma all alone or standin' with four niggaz
Tell'em jump, pimpin' it don't get no realer
5'9" with the soul of a 6'4" nigga
I separated the fakes, paralized from the waist down
From the real stand up guys of the A-Town
Can't even look me in my eyes, put yo face down
I'm outta jail nigga, whachu gotta say now?
Motivation
Niggaz fakin' only gonna inspire (Motivation)
All yo hatin' is fuel to my fire (It's motivation)
Niggaz plottin' on the crown soft droppin' (It's motivation)
Hey but I ain't slowin' down and I ain't stoppin' (Motivation)
Now nigga don't stop my show (Motivation)
You ain't know I don't stop, I go (It's motivation)
Sucka niggaz can't make me suffer
Just make me stronger and make me tougher (It's motivation)
To be locked in a box niggaz happy to see
Put anybody on top, any rapper but T, I, P
But back to reality G, O.D. still carryin' me, nigga I run this
Spread yo rumours, kick all yo lil' dumb shit
Tell lies, laugh 'bout the time that I'm gon' get
If it make you feel better, picture me over and done with
Punk bitch, come with all the gossip you can come with
Small thang to a giant, I can overcome this
Jail, I don' done this, rap I'm just havin' fun with
I could be a local joker, never have one hit
Nigga, "New Finish" alone'll get me dumb rich
While these rappers sellin' records gettin' pennies
If Grand Hustle sell any, I'ma get plenty
If God with me, who could be against me sucka?
[spoken]
Whats happening man this T.I.P. you kno I like to dedicate this song to anybody who every lost
somebody, to the grave, to the streets, to the jail sail, I done been in situations where I done had to
cope with all three you kno what Im saying, I feel like the only thing haven't done die you kno..Just
remember where you live while you here aint half as important as where you gone live when you leave you
kno what Im saying
[Chorus]
Life's up and downs they come and go ....but when I die I hope I live in the sky...All my folks who
aint alive I hope they live in the sky..pray to God when I die that I live in the sky ..It's true what
goes around comes back you kno..So when I die I hope I love in the sky..All my folk who aint survive may
they live in the sky...Tell God I wanna fly and let me live in the sky...
[Verse 1]
My cousin Toot aint have to die right in front of his son and his wife
He lost his life struggling over a gun
give a damn what he done that my muthafuckin folk and I love that nigga til death no muthafuckin joke
I can feel my eyes feelin the lord is my witness
If I catch em Imma kill em I made it my bizness
back in the day you stayed in my bizness taught I didnt have to corporate yay in my bizness
coincedently that's why today you not wit me
my cousin died ova some yay and I miss em
plus he had his family out let's say she the eye witness
but her boyfriend did the shooting judge gave her life sentence
I heard that now Im dressed up in all black
shot up the whole apartments and still and brought back
the best friend I had in Jamel I lost that
I guess your death was a lesson in life it taught me that
[repeat chorus]
[Verse 2]
Who ever seen a nigga go to jail sleep til day two
well thats how sick I was when Jay blew
found out
the hard way that whating pour they was tooting
over-dosed on heroin died at 22
If you aint heard about
daughter she smile just like you
so cute even resorts to violence like you
you kno you ya baby mama
loose but ha what can you do
and I got 4 myself yep it's been a few
now everything I do is for
King, messiah, dazasha, demonte
lord they all I got so please don't take em from me
from me standin in the
trap wit corin and sir kap
laughin at the niggas who serve with no strap
tell them niggas man yall
trippin wit no map
ya robbing ask to borrow my pistol aint no hap
me, you, the crew just fell out ova
dough and a little crack
never could apolygize cause you died that's why they saying..
[repeat chorus]
[Verse 3]
I bet you niggas thinking that I living it up
til you see polices laughing as they pickin me up
Went from seeing how many bitches i can fit in the truck
to 3 hots and a cot is you kidding or what fuck how
many millions I got nigga so what if Im hot when I got prices on my head
Feds rushing my spot a million
haters wont me dead force to carry me gat
but you a seven time felon wat you doing with dat
It's a catch
22 either you lose or lose
Thats the way the game structured for real niggas to suffer
and I aint never
been a busta alway stood on my feet
like a man prepared to take what ever coming for me
a pussy nigga
or polices wit a warrant for me
Im a 'G' prepared to die for whats important to me
Look anybody in the
eye who say they want it wit me
put up the house and bet the odds if coming from me
OG's say I need to
learn and be patient
you telling me wit these seven years of probation
pistol charges and a host of
other open cases
if niggas only knew the kind of time I was facing
I tried to keep to myself but
sometime I couldnt take it
got 4 kids wit smiles on they faces
mean more to me than my crown and my braclet
take that away from me and my life is butt naked
[repeat chorus]
[Verse One: T.I.]
Now, e'rybody wanna be the king of the South
When, they ain't runnin a damn thing but they mouth
No doubt, it's all good, y'all just statin y'all opinion
But in the South and in the hood it's understood without sayin
It's a given, and ain't because of what I'm doin for a livin
It's, mo' because of what I do and how I'm livin
Not to mention when I'm rappin I'm just hurtin niggaz feelings
(Niggaz feelings) And still chillin on somethin that's into healing
Made provisions for the clique to continue keepin it pimpin
Whether crack was in the house or record sales was through the ceiling
So say what you want, and do what you please
But for fun, I shoot 22's from your shoes to your knees
I run a record label and a crew of G's
So, niggaz'll come and look for you if ya sneeze
or even breathe the wrong way, you better do what the song say
And be easy, or else it'll be a long day
[Chorus: T.I.]
I'm a king - bank rolls in the pockets of my jeans
I'm a king - you pussy niggaz couldn't see me in your dreams
I'm a king - top topic of all of your magazines
I'm a king - head of the body, leader of the team
I'm a king - remember I can get your block knocked off
I'm a king - a Bentley coupe with the top chopped off
I'm a king - I'm connectin nationwide but in the South
I'm a king - just respect it and keep my name out'cha mouth
[Verse Two: The Game]
everybody want to be the king of the west but they
aint running a damn thing on west, thats a bet its all good they just speaking there mind stand on the hollywood sign you can see
that its mine, i rather die motherfucker then give up my throne my crown is a Dodger fitted Californias my home and its known if the drama pop off i bring the crome so nigga leave me alone before i start living my songs. i made killin drug dillin some people say im a villian went
from chopping in the house to the top of rap getting millions so watch your mouth unless your ready to bleed cause to me murdering whack Mc's is something like a disease top down in the impala so i can ride in the breeze and where im from niggas throwing up B's and C's so make a turn the wrong way think about what the song say and be easy or else itll be along day
[Chorus: The Game]
I'm a king - bank rolls in the pockets of my jeans
I'm a king - you pussy niggaz couldn't see me in your dreams
I'm a king - top topic in all of your magazines
I'm a king - head of the body, leader of the team
I'm a king - remember I can get your block knocked off
I'm a king - impala with the top knocked off
I'm a king - I'm connectin nationwide but in the west
I'm a king - dissrespected i hit your brains with the
tech
[the Game]
keep you eyes off my throne and you hands off my crown and get your ass laid down(2x)fucking with blackwall street and pimp spral clickin
[T.I]
laid out like a drunk on the late, late so haters hate, the hell what all the hill say from wensday to tuesday TI we act a fool hey
[Chorus: The Game and T.I]
I'm a king - bank rolls in the pockets of my jeans
I'm a king - you pussy niggaz couldn't see me in your dreams
I'm a king - top topic in all of your magazines
I'm a king - head of the body, leader of the team
I'm a king - remember I can get your block knocked off
I'm a king - a Bentley coupe with the top chopped off
I'm a king - I'm connectin nationwide but in the west
I'm a king - just respect it and keep my name out'cha mouth
[The Game and T.I]
IM A KING!
I know you Miss Me
I know you Miss Me
[Chorus:]
They say the city ain't the same in a night like die
Since T.I.'s inside like the streets been quiet
I know you Miss Me
I know you Miss Me
I know I Know
The say the dugs ain't ballin' and the dubs ain't fallin'
Like the club been sorry, but I'm back now shawty, ay
I know you Miss Me
I know you Miss Me
I know I know
[Verse 1:]
Yeah
You know I do it for the city and everybody descending
The generals and lieutenants salute high representors
Since I've been sittin' a minute no-everybody be missin'
Me walking off in the club
Gettin' everybody attention
When I'm out record with spinnin'
They start it from the beginning
Get bottles of Christian Remy
And pass it out to the women
Pull out a stack of 20
Throw it up to the ceiling
Watch it fall to the floor
Start throwin' some more
Has anybody you know
Whatever part it you go
With me in the VIP
Know that shit was outta control
If I pull up in a Mercedes
I hop in out of the road
Continue hatin' but hey
I'm the fly-est guy that you know
Ay, East coast, West coast, me in way south
I keep a fire marshal at the go stressed out
Mine stretched around the corner, shut the whole event down
Been a minute in the city since it really went down, man
[Chorus:]
They say the city ain't the same in a night like die
Since T.I.'s inside like the streets been quiet
I know you Miss Me
I know you Miss Me
I know I Know
The say the dugs ain't ballin and the dubs ain't fallin
Like the club been sorry, but I'm back now shawty, ay
I know you Miss Me
I know you Miss Me
I know I know
[Verse 2:]
I'm gettin' calls every evening, sayin' the streets need me
I'm at it just as soon as I make it pimpin' believe me
Niggas talkin' greasy but they don't wanna see me
They know where to find me, soon as they release me
Remember me and Jeezy, at least once a week we,
Hit the strip club, show these niggas how to treat freeze
One stack, two stacks, three stacks, four,
Nigga, five Stacks, go tell me bring ten more
And Lamborghinis and Apollos
They see me they screamin' holla
The robbers follow the ballers, so peg it soon my proudest
Still ain't nobody hotter, I put that on my daughter
Long as I be sittin' still, niggas still ain't cower
Atlanta you know I run it, everybody is Spanish
They gotta stay in their houses like everybody were punished
Tell them they to quit frontin' and them suckas sit down
Let em know the king comin' and he shut this shit down
[Chorus:]
They say the city ain't the same in a night like die
Since T.I.'s inside like the streets been quiet
I know you Miss Me
I know you Miss Me
I know I Know
The say the dugs ain't ballin and the dubs ain't fallin'
Like the club been sorry, but I'm back now shawty, ay
I know you Miss Me
I know you Miss Me
I know I know
[Bridge:]
And every time I take the city back
And wear my crown, nigga give me that, that, that
I know you Miss Me
I know you Miss Me
I know I know
And I do my thang
Stack my millis
Now it time for me to bring back my city, ay
I know you Miss Me
I know you Miss Me
I know I know
[Chorus:]
They say the city ain't the same in a night like die
Since T.I.'s inside like the streets been quiet
I know you Miss Me
I know you Miss Me
I know I Know
The say the dugs ain't ballin and the dubs ain't fallin'
Like the club been sorry, but I'm back now shawty, ay
I know you Miss Me
I know you Miss Me
[Intro:]
Ay, Ayy
It's the king representin' once more you understand
When people see me on Bankhead
Man them folks start pointing and screaming and waving and yelling
I'm talkin' bout man, ay look man you know say
I don't wanna roll over no toes in my rolls
You dig what I'm saying
You just back up let a pimp pass through you dig
Ha ha ha ha
[Chorus:]
Beamer's, Bently's double R's, Ferrari's
Everytime I seen shorty where you headed tonight
Selling out arenas chicks with asses like Serena
Man, shorty live a hell of a life, I'm tryna tell them
Shawty live a hell of a life
This how I live, real talk, true story
I ain't tellin' no lies
Shawty live a hell of a life
I'm tryna tell them
This how I live, real talk, true story
[Verse 1:]
You know,
Shawty goin' extra hard when they release his passport
Why I need a credit card what you think this cash for
Hit the dealership and give them every dime he ask for
Just so I can see 260 on the dash board
If shine against the law somebody better get the task force
For me hoes love me let me fuck them till their ass hoarse
Pimpin 101 just come and see me take a crash course
You wanna count my money go to college need a math course
Own a mad dash for a 100 milli running
Breakneck speed till I see a billi coming
I'm filthy rich and hungry feel the crumbling in my stomach
I'm still stunting off the chain chasing nothing for some money
With a couple pair of queens like I'm playing Gin Rummy
No cards just broads when a nigga get hard
Flooded offshore autumn war looking like a car of star
Put it in her wristwatch, balling like a big shot
[Chorus:]
Beamer's, Bently's double R's, Ferrari's
Everytime I seen shorty where you headed tonight
Selling out arenas chicks with asses like Serena
Man, shorty live a hell of a life, I'm tryna tell them
Shawty live a hell of a life
This how I live, real talk, true story
I ain't tellin' no lies
Shawty live a hell of a life
I'm tryna tell them
This how I live, real talk, true story
[Verse 2:]
Swag on fully no semi hoe hit me
Bankrolls no finish drop rolls no emish
Street cred no blemish credit card no limit
You want bankhead a spot or drop head I'm in it
A couple of corners hoppin' on 20
With 3 or 4 women givin' love like tennis
On my boxers worth her chininits
Giving me the business
While I ride through the city gag swallow no spitting
Livin' life like I just got out of prison wednesday night
If your chick is in my sight, then that chick is getting right
Ay, I know niggas now with bitches think I'm hittin' it and they right
They keep my name up out they mouth and mind they business stay alright
Ay alright, if you hear me say alright okay alright
Cause you know I got them goons with me and I pay alright
Ay they would like to see me broke go back to prison see me go
But instead they see me ballin' stuntin' everywhere we go go
[Chorus:]
Beamer's, Bently's double R's, Ferrari's
Everytime I seen shorty where you headed tonight
Selling out arenas chicks with asses like Serena
Man, shorty live a hell of a life, I'm tryna tell them
Shawty live a hell of a life
This how I live, real talk, true story
I ain't tellin' no lies
Shawty live a hell of a life
I'm tryna tell them
This how I live, real talk, true story
[Verse 3]
Money won't fall, pockets don't swole
Rubberband keep popping out my bankroll
I ain't tellin' no lies
Man shawty live a hell of a life
Ayy, this how I live, real talk, true story
Brand new car for my brand new chicks
A hundred bands right quickly see your man ain't
I ain't tellin' no lies
Man, shawty live a hell of a life
I'm tryna tell them
This how I live, real talk, true story
[Chorus:]
Beamer's, Bently's double R's, Ferrari's
Everytime I seen shorty where you headed tonight
Selling out arenas chicks with asses like Serena
Man, shorty live a hell of a life, I'm tryna tell them
Man, shawty live a hell of a life
This how I live, real talk, true story
I ain't tellin' no lies
Man, shawty live a hell of a life
I'm tryna tell them
[Intro]
Asap, asap, asap
Asap, asap, asap
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, you niggaz better exit
Asap, asap, asap, asap
Ay-s, ay-p, ay-s, ay-p
Asap, asap, asap, asap
Ay-s, ay-p, ay-s, ay-p
Asap, asap, asap, asap
A-s-a-p, A-S-A-P
[T.I]
I'm on my grind, grand hustle
Got the mind and the muscle
50 carrats in the crown just to shine on you suckas
I still tote the Glock 40 for the haters and the bustas
Fuck probation, if a nigga try to play me I'ma bust him
Ion't need no security, reaching for my jewlery
Get you niggaz popped quick, filled full of hot shit
Fresh out the box Tip hot than a drop 6
Made a quarter mil' in the penn givin' stock tips
Haters wanna stop Tip, mad 'cus they not Tip
Ball every summer so your baby mama jock Tip
You don't no drama pimp, I promise I do not slip
Chrome 4-5th, hid well if the cops trip
Bought my girl a Hummer with the chrome right in front of dat
5 carrat stones with the platinum all up under dat
Rap beef I ain't gonna participate in none of dat
I'm aimin' at your fitted cap and you ain't gonna want none of dat
[Hook]
(Asap asap asap...)
A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P
Ask anbody who runnin' a G, bet they finna say me A-S-A-P
Niggaz hatin' on P.S.C. get straightened A-S-A-P
A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P
[P$C]
It's Country ?? (Country ??)
I'm a bonified mac
Got a team of young killers
That don't know how to act
Cocaine bought me everything
That's a known fact
All the Ol' G's love me
Cause I bring they money back
ASAP down south(ASAP down south)
We gain stacks on deck
And the ?? and the hoes
Mac 9's with the tecks
All that killer talk nigga
get your head rolled off your neck
It's rosche ?? my murder game stays in check
We the kings of the kings
I got the biggest team around
Told em chop a block of block and Knock the biggest ?? down
I give you the bad rappers the Bidness and the operation hours
I'm just like a weather man
I predict scattered showers
Got the money and the power
In the porshe with the big man
Y'all aint smokin on the purt man
It's purt man
Catch me with a ?? tryin to top off on my work man
I need it in my life
I'm tryin to come up on some grams man
[Hook]
[T.I]
Flip, say who known to the land and the people
My plan is to keep you atleast 2, levels under me where I need you
I'ma take advantage of my chance to defeat you
Your true colors done shown, now it's on when I see you
I'm grown nigga, so let it be know we ain't equal
You sadly mistaken if you thinkin' I can't reach you
Beat you, to a fuckin' pulp if I need to
The very spot ya standin' in then is where I'll leave you
Seen on the scene white T and evisu's
O.G. status, Ion't beef unless I need to
Sissy you way outa line and you runnin' outa time
Hang behind closed do's when ya heard I got some time
Yeah I know you were thinkin' outa sight and outa mind
But I'm the wrong one for you to try if you were tryna shine
Listen nigga this shit here is more than just alota rhymes
Ion't know what ya do for your respect, but I'ma die for mine
[Hook]
Asap, asap, asap
Asap, asap, asap
Asap... asap, A-S-A-P, A-S-A-P
Asap, asap, asap
Asap, asap, asap
Asap... asap, A-S-A-P, A-S-A-P
[Chorus]
(T.I.)
I keep telling myself
Man I'm living the good life
(Pharrell)
I'm living the good life
{*2X*}
I'm on top of the world
I'm on top of the world
{*2X*}
[T.I.]
I was born into poverty raised I the sewerage
Streets always would be a part of me, it made me the truest
And even when my days were the bluest
I never ran from adversity, instead I ran to it
Fear ain't in the heart of me I learned just do it
You get courage in your fears right after you go through it
Now I come through in a Coupe on 22s
That ain't bad for a nigga who ain't even finish school
Don't get me wrong I never been a fool
I just put off graduating for a pair of tennis shoes
I used to use the beat to paint my pain
But nowadays man I can't complain
I got several automobiles and they all on thangs
Several size of tangent and they all in one chain
Used to see me in the mall I'm the same
And get a couple broads giving brain on the plane
[Chorus]
[Common]
I come from Chi-Town lost and found in the struggle
Where dudes say stay safe and stay out of trouble
Speak is muffed the law and B gon try to cuff you
Those with duffles move weight and have muscles
I came through the dirt with a verse for the people
Open up for Daddy Kane and Easy up at the Regal
The radio rarely put their needle on my record
They ain't see how the hood and heaven were connected
Sounds projected, ain't show how effective
Lessons learned, sessions turned to life reflected
And everything I found real in life know I kept it
They say life's a teacher, you're gonna get tested
When a nigga changed they keep saying that nigga strange
Couldn't see how my mind won't be the lame
Ahead of my time I caught up with the game
Making good music making paper making change
[Chorus]
[T.I.]
I put on gasoline drawers I stood in the fire
With enough heat to set the hood on fire
Man you niggaz think Suge was off the wire
You should've seen the squad before I had Messiah
We assumed the title as the number one supplier
Felt like I was selling blow since I was in diapers
And wish a nigga would come try us
We was cool with the killers, best friends with the lifers
Quick to up and scrap with niggaz who want to deny
For what we considered then as a lucrative empire
But like that pimping time flash by you
Now I wonder what the judge think as he reading my priors
Prison ain't full and the reefer ain't bias
You ain't got to tell and distant the liars
Gave the jail hell and shot birds at the hearse
Lived through worse and reversed the curse
[Chorus]
You looking good in them guess's shawty showing yo ass
Make a nigga wanna grab a hold of yo ass
Strip you out yo couchie dress and hit the flo' wit yo ass
When I leave the club I wanna see some more of yo ass
I ain't tricking shit but I might spend some dough on yo ass
The way you bouncin on my dick and grindin' slow wit yo ass
Hit the v.i.p. wit me I po' some moe' fo yo ass
Just so I can see you out there bouncin yo ass
If I leave the club wit something rather go wit yo ass
Them other broads fine but you a pro wit yo ass
When I see u poppin and droppin I know it's yo ass
In a crowd full of hoes I would notice yo ass
A now a thug done chose
And I don't give a damn if the club done closed
Give the DJ a dub tell him spin one mo
So I can finish watching you poppin yo
shakin yo, droppin yo, bouncin yo ass
Now all my guls say
Do it baby stick it baby
Yeeeah, bounce ya ass and holla
Do it baby stick it baby
Alright, a in the club say
Do it baby stick it baby
Okay, so if ya wit it holla
Do it baby stick it baby
I see ya every Friday night outside the club in da line wit ya partners
Shawty you see all that ass poking out them Dolce Gabbana's
Hey as soon as she get in I'm a find her ass
The first record the DJ spend I'm behind her ass
I don't care if I got some henn' I'm putting down my glass
Just so I can get out there and grind her ass
Wit yo fine ass, must I remind yo ass?
You da baddest thing in here that's why I'm eyeing yo ass
In ya Iceberg suit, ya face looking cute and I like those boots
Ya nails all pretty and ya hair due too
I'm fucking wit you, shit just choose and we'll be fucking by two
I made this song to let you know shit that I see ya when you workin dat ass
Make a nigga think later on he gone be twerkin' that ass
And I can tell by the way you throw it back it ain't no hurting dat ass
And ain't no room for nothing else in that skirt but that ass
The jiggling shawty, got a nigga shivering shawty
And if you don't know what to do wit you better give it here shawty
Put a bend in her back, I'm throwing the dick she giving it back
I tell her if you ever give me dat ass I ain't giving it back
She bouncing her ass, later on I'm a blow a ounce wit her ass
Ride out wit her ass, cut sumethin' on the couch wit her ass
Then bounce to her pad, coz you know it ain't no housing her ass
Coz since the first time I seen her, all I been thinking bout is her ass
Dig pimp... I'ma holla at y'all in a minute, I'm finna go change clothes mayne
go get real spiffy mayne, go kick it with my broad, I'ma holla atchall later..
I left the kids at the crib, and the squad in the trap
Now I'm in the two-seater with my broad in my lap
The alpines beatin', but I'm far away from rappin'
Bumpin' Prince, Sade, or some Marvin Gaye perhaps, I
Put up my blues, put on some tailor made slacks
Some wing tip shoes, whachu know about that?
Button down, cufflinks, hair cut, no hat
Just felt like gettin' clean and show I know how to act
At Neiman & Marcus let my girl blow three or four stacks
Gotta forever to cut the food, and damn I'm relaxed
In a real cool mood, no beef, no gats
But then real close by, niggaz better know that
I ain't hangin' with my niggaz, pullin' no triggaz
I'll be back to the trap, but for now
I'm chillin' with my bitch today, I'm chillin' with my bitch today
I ain't hangin' with my potnaz, I'm out eatin' lobster
I'm on some grown man shit, ya dig
I'm chillin' with my bitch today, I'm chillin' with my bitch today
This shit look hard, no drama from none of my baby mama's
With my hottie, takin' shots of saki at Benihana
Known to kick it like we riches, got Richie and Madonna
Or either Will and Jada, on vacation for the summer
Me and my lil' mama, blowin' big as we wanna
Gotta big sack of some of that shit from California
A bottle of Patron and a six pack of Corona
Dro aroma got the six hot steamin' like a sauna
So I let the top back and I bend anotha corner
Check into the W, so I can put it on her
Got the suite for a week, but we can stay a lil' longer
I ain't trippin', that's the shit that make relationships stronger
Tonight I'm gon chill with my lady friend
She the type to keep a nigga open
I'm chillin' with my bitch today
I left the stress in the streets and I'm a long way from home
Put up the vest and the chrome, even through with my phone
My potnaz don't wanna be on the shit that I'm on mayne
Livin' life and kickin' it like a grown man
Sittin' in the sand, drinkin' pina coladas
With a double shot of rum, just chillin' right by the water
No judges, no lawyers, in a whole 'nother world
[Governor]
Hello.. [x9]
[T.I. - Verse 1]
Hey, what's happenin'?
It's been a minute, huh? I'm just hollerin'
How you doin?
It's been a minute since I seen ya,
I fell off for the scene,
Cuz it seem like you wanted other things than da king,
Why you fightin', fussin', cussin', and disagreein' wit da king?
When you got cribs, cars, bling, and a king wit da king?
Is the grass as green as it seemed in ya dreams,
Are you gettin all the things that you needed and I ain't bring,
Does it satisfy your self-esteem bein seen on da screen,
Is this new nigga the real thing or is just a lil' fling?
Did he buy a nice bracelet and get ya a lil' ring?
Or give you all the attention and the lil' things?
He know what to do with the stuff you stuff in them lil' jeans?
Do he stand up and lean in it 'til you start screamin'?
Or smack your ass and kiss your G-String to start eatin? (muah),
You get how you need it, not only when it's convenient,
I just pick up the phone and call you every week or two to let you know I miss you,
To see how that other nigga treatin' you.
[Hook - Governor]
I remember morning, noon, and night,
I used to hold you tight,
I know we used to fuss and fight ,
But I'm just calling to say (hello) Hello, (hello, oh baby)
See time has a funny way of keeping us close,
Even though we never stayed, toghether,
I just wanted to say (hello) hello (hello)
[T.I. - Verse 2]
Hello?
Ay, it's me,
Hey, what's happenin? How ya doin?
I know plenty of niggas pursuin' them panties, all for the screwin',
Fly you down to Miami,
Let you walk the red carpet wit a ? at da Grammys,
But I'm what he can never be, a boss, understand me?
He pose and take ? things he buy for ya,
He got you a rose, but that don't mean he'd die for ya,
Hey, maybe I got too much pride to cry for ya,
But not too much to call you and tell you that I adore ya,
And tell you how I'm missin you, lovin you, and kissin you,
And think about the good old days and wanna visit you,
This song I'd like to listen to whenever reminisicin' you,
You, stay on my mind nevermind how I picture you,
Think about the past and all the time that I spent witchu,
Rubbin on that ass from behind as I dig in you,
Never been a doubt in my mind that I was diggin' you,
How I love you shorty, you'll never find another nigga to
[Hook x1 - Governor]
[Governor - Verse 3]
Every now and then I think of you,
And I can't lie I be wantin' you,
But I understand that I'm not your man,
And I also know that the future's not in your hands
Every now and then I'd call you to say how you doin,
And baby I miss you,
Girl, this is just to say hello,
Hello Baby.
[Hook x1 Governor]
(Hello, hello.. [fades])
I got 99 problems but lil flip aint one,
came to the trap got slap and faught one of ma young ones,
He tryna take ova atlanta,
i cock hammas,
i leave this nigga dead in tha slamma,
while im fuccn his momma,
Im dope boy fresh,
seen ma name tatted all ova his gurls chest,
yes the games ova,
so u need to hand ya game ova,
or change ya name 2 lil roll ova,
cause we rollin ova u,
u still still gone be a bitch no matta what u do,
cause nigga we untouchable,
U steady claimin you da king of the south,
u the king of keepin ma dicc n ya gotdamn mouth,
im Atlantas most wanted,
king of the south imma flaunt it,
u either take it or brake it,
imma shake it imma make it,
ya bitch imma cake it and the cracc imma bake it,
hook 2xs
{What happen to lil flip, nigga got caught by 1 of ma clips, and made his body flip
What happen to lil flip,he inded up dead, with lead, all in his head,}
Not from the A-town nigga im from the stoCC,
keep on talkin shit flip ya body gone get droped,
lil flip talkin bout he a certified gangsta,
fuCC u and the clovas ya'll some certified Wanksta,
Fucc it let lil flip end,
disrespect u get the raw end,
open the coffins and dump them all in,
U aint aint ready for Twin Locc,
come around ma way c the chevy sittin heavy on 20 spokes,
and the ice imma flaunt it,
fuCC lil flip im woodstoCCs most wanted,
Nigga when u learn u aint no g,
come thru cali and swang thru the LBC,
on the dl g,
like snoop and Dre said aint nothin but a g thang,
see the honey comb grill with the honey comb grain,
yes im insane,
i put that on the grain,
im locc'd up main
Living,
Just ain't what it was in the beginning,
And if you love me, you could feel what I'm feeling,
Filled with agony, and misery, but I'm dealing,
And somehow rebuilding,
(Yeah)
What work for me, don't work for you,
What bring joy to me, bring hurt to you,
What's best for me, ain't best for you,
So it's all that I, have left to do,
And I know you think, I'm selfish too.
Sooo...
Alone I stand in the dark, right behind this microphone,
Tried to pick up all the pieces to my broken heart, to decide what's right and wrong,
When the people that you love are gone, when this house is just not a home,
I know that I ain't gunna be happy with nobody else, I'd rather live my life alone,
I guess I live my life alone,
Leaving,
Makes more sense than fighting every evening,
All these arguments about nothing, yelling and screaming,
And you would rather be without me, or so it's seeming,
Or am I dreaming?
What work for me, don't work for you,
What bring joy to me, bring hurt to you,
What's best for me, ain't best for you,
So it's all that I, have left to do,
And I know you think, I'm selfish too.
Sooo...
Alone I stand in the dark, right behind this microphone,
Tried to pick up all the pieces to my broken heart, to decide what's right and wrong,
When the people that you love are gone, when this house is just not a home,
I know that I ain't gunna be happy with nobody else, I'd rather live my life alone,
I guess I live my life alone,
Born alone,
Life live, die alone,
Fall in love, break-up cry alone,
I lie alone,
In bed by myself,
I might as well,
Break up outta here,
Invite her here,
Blank out kill the bitch,
And go to jail,
I don't give a shit,
This empty house, I can't live in it,
So I put you out my misery,
This how I feel, until she right here with me,
And then I tell her, look at what you did to me,
Get down and beg her, to stay right here with me,
Because the pain too severe for me,
I said the pains too severe for me.
Alone I stand in the dark, right behind this microphone,
Tried to pick up all the pieces to my broken heart, to decide what's right and wrong,
When the people that you love are gone, when this house is just not a home,
I know that I ain't gunna be happy with nobody else, I'd rather live my life alone,
Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day
Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day
How often at night where the heavens are bright
With the light of the glittering stars
Have I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours
Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day
Then give me a land where the bright diamond sand
Flows leisurely down to the stream
Where the graceful white swan goes gliding along
Like a maid in a heavenly dream
Oh I would not exchange my old home on the range
Where the deer and the antelop play
Where the seldom is heard a discouraging word
Featuring: Keri Hilson
I got your back boy
When we're were high, when we're were low
(From when it's all good, to when it's all bad)
When I promise I will never let you go
(Now what you call that?)
Said I got, I got, I got, I got your back boy
(Yeah, you got my back, right?)
I got, I got, I got, I got your back boy
(I know you got my back, right?)
Keep my swagger, keep it looking good for ya
Keep it looking hood for ya, and, shawty, if you don't know
I got, I got, I got, I got your back boy
(Yeah, you got my back, right?)
I got, I got, I got, I got your back boy
(Of the world though, you got my back, right?)
Hey, it's whatever shawty, you ain't gotta ask
Yes, Valentino blouses, summer houses, cash, check
You can get it, you deserve it, flawless diamonds, Louis purses
My mission's to purchase earth for her, present the gift without the curse
Her pleasure is my purpose, pleasure to be at your service
We front row at fashion shows, as well as Sunday morning service
For better days or for worse, if I'm paid I'm hurting in my pocket
She still got a nigga back, know that's for sure
No matter what may occur in life, everyday with her is like
A plus, I'ma love her 'til she be like that's enough
Pop a bottle get a couple wine glasses, fill em up
And lift 'em up, let us toast to the future, here's to us, no, here's to her
They wonder how we do what we do
Panamera Porsches, me and you
Stuck to your side like, like, like glue
Be by your side whatever you're goin' through
When we're were high, when we're were low
(From when it's all good, to when it's all bad)
When I promise I will never let you go
(Now what you call that?)
Said I got, I got, I got, I got your back boy
(Yeah, you got my back, right?)
I got, I got, I got, I got your back boy
(I know you got my back, right?)
Keep my swagger, keep it looking good for ya
Keep it looking hood for ya, and, shawty, if you don't know
I got, I got, I got, I got your back boy
(You got my back, right?)
I got, I got, I got, I got your back boy
(Of the world though, you got my back, right?)
This is for the women who man caught a sentence
Who gon' be there for a minute but they didn't keep their distance
They stayed home waiting on the phone and on visit day
Show up, looking good, smellin' better, playing kissy-face
Just wanna let you know we appreciate
Everything you do for us on the day-to-day
And I know, we don't show you all the time
But we lucky that you ours, no bouquet of flowers
Could ever show how much we know we need you
We do all that's in our power just to please you, see boo
Fuck them girls, I would leave the World 'fore I leave you
May God say even Eve and Adam
Ain't got shit on these two
They wonder how we do what we do
Panamera Porsches, me and you
Stuck to your side like, like, like glue
Be by your side whatever your gonna do
When we're were high, when we're were low
(From when it's all good, to when it's all bad)
When I promise I will never let you go
(Now what you call that?)
Said I got, I got, I got, I got your back boy
(Yeah, you got my back, right?)
I got, I got, I got, I got your back boy
(I know you got my back, right?)
Keep my swagger, keep it looking good for ya
Keep it looking hood for ya, and, shawty, if you don't know
I got, I got, I got, I got your back boy
(You got my back, right?)
I got, I got, I got, I got your back boy
(Of the world though, you got my back)
Sure enough, even though them chicks be hating on us
Still I'm gonna keep her by my side
In whatever situation we gon' ride
Make all my fantasies come alive that's no lie now
I'll be alright just as long as you beside me
Ten million dollar mansions won't suffice
If you ain't gon' be in there with me at night
The pieces to my puzzles in my life
With all of my good days and all of my bad
You stood by your man and you know you got my back
Worth every car, every bag with me they wanna be that
I know what I got at home, I ain't gon never leave that, them bitches best believe that
When we're were high, when we're were low
(From when it's all good, to when it's all bad)
When I promise I will never let you go
(Now what you call that?)
Said I got, I got, I got, I got your back boy
(Yeah, you got my back, right?)
I got, I got, I got, I got your back boy
(I know you got my back right)
Keep my swagger, keep it looking good for ya
Keep it looking hood for ya, and, shawty, if you don't know
I got, I got, I got, I got your back boy
(You got my back, right?)
I got, I got, I got, I got your back boy
Well, and you look at me, and then you look at them
And then you say- it's a no-brainer baby
Yea, well, ha, I guess... okay... and they say
Baby you're the best
[Chorus:]
Your superiors salutin' me ain't nothin you can do with me
He said between you and me (Baby you're the best)
Yo, you can't compete with me, there ain't no beatin me
That's why they yell and scream at me (Baby you're the best)
I know she like it don't she, that make you like it don't it?
That's probably why she goin (Baby you're the best)
Well yes apparently there's no need to sing aparently what everybody starin at?
(Baby you're the best)
[Verse 1:]
Hey I'm the freshest thing you ever seen
Whether in the magazine or walkin out the mezzanine
Button-down sweater, jean front pocket fulla green, back pocket fulla steam
Gucci loafer super-clean, sharp as a guillotine
You seem so small compared to how shawty do his thang
I slap you in the mall and now one of ya'll betta not do a thang
Shoot you up in broad daylight, nobody do a thing
Don't play with him cause he don't play right- no matter who you bring
You two the same- sittin in the back but not in the limosine
Strech, maybach, laid back on promethazine
Consider me supreme until the team come and intervene
You wanna put it? anything? Haaaa that's interesting
Better watch what you mentioning you never know who's listening
And I can getcha seen, choppa bullet hit ya spleen
And it can get extreme your body floatin up the stream
While I'm in the phillipines stupid overlay
[Chorus:]
Your superiors salutin' me ain't nothin you can do with me
He said between you and me (Baby you're the best)
Yo, you can't compete with me, there ain't no beatin me
That's why they yell and scream at me (Baby you're the best)
I know she like it don't she, that make you like it don't it?
That's probably why she goin (Baby you're the best)
Well yes apparently there's no need to sing aparently what everybody starin at?
(Baby you're the best)
[Verse 2:]
You better tell em' hun, t.I.p. forever stuntin'
Can't noboddy tell em that, stubborn as a mule
Bullheaded and trained to never run
I have pulled a gun- I ain't bluffin pimpin youd betta run
The youngest of the veteran than everythang you ever done
A lot of shit you've never done
Tote a bankroll big enough to choke an elephant
I roll with nasty hoes who eat pussy they think it's hella fun
I feed em hella cum they tell me (Baby you're the best)
Like I didn't know betta ain't gettin no betta than a young hugh hefner
He quite the cool fella, hey
I can get your groove right back to you- shella
Got a mil but I'm facin a hundred and two or better
But I still will pay some attention to you fellas
Get killed for the fame be on the newsletter
Did you forget what the last nigga who's name was two letters
Came and did to the game and they sayin he can do better?
[Chorus:]
Your superiors salutin' me ain't nothin you can do with me
He said between you and me (Baby you're the best)
Yo, you can't compete with me, there ain't no beatin me
That's why they yell and scream at me (Baby you're the best)
I know she like it don't she, that make you like it don't it?
That's probably why she goin (Baby you're the best)
Well yes apparently there's no need to sing aparently what everybody starin at?
Alright man, y'all win
I won't say it, at least for this song, hey
Said they lookin for the realest, well I'm real as it get
Rap to the nigga dealin hard who live in the jects
Til some better nigga wit her, ain't delivered 'em yet
My mouth is, but I got a pistol bigger than that
I live and die by my respect so I honor the code
Peep niggaz who be out here flexin, stuntin for hoes
And if you ain't never chose to remember nothin before
Just know the game is some you win, some you don't
But you already begin again, start, it go
Learn to shoot a pistol, flip a O, how hard it go
Man if you ain't ever heard of Pimp Squad before
You better ask a real nigga or a broad you know
Cause you ain't ready for the pros, get it outta ya brain
You in over your head, way out of your lane
I been sayin I'm filthy rich and got it from caine
So would you say them niggaz know if they done got it the same, right?
Cause you know who, you know what
Of the you know where, goin against us, too unfair
Cause everywhere you do a show, we got kinfolk there
And now you know I ain't no more, not a tinfolk there
It's you know who, you know what
Of the you know where, beef now don't you go there
And if you do, don't use our copy producers, he won't care
If he leave the hood alone, pimpin he won't share man
I know you think you out there gettin it in
But whatcha doin, I done did it once and did it again
I had a trap between runnin while living in sin
He done settlin down, turnin nine millin or ten
I give a damn if I never sell a million again
I gotta thank you a million for just lettin me in
But now I'm settlin in, gettin used to the view
On top, won't stop til I'm huger than you
Gon flop? Who? Me, pimp you losin your screws
We gotta dope if you lettin niggaz shoot into you
You ain't ready for the shit I'm introducin to you
The roof in the back of the park ain't translucent as you
So now your nigga dressin up, man do what you do
I got style, pimp, it's more than just the suit and the shoe
This been proven, I'm the truth, stamp government seal
Ay man, it a lot of cats out here man,
these cats imposters man, these cats impersonating ballers man, I'm telling you man,
these nigga really broke out here on the low,
You do not have to lie to kick it man, I swear man. Hey...
...Ya lyin' bout that dough you say you got,
You aint fly
Wit them cloudy ass rocks in ya watch,
You aint fly
See, you imitatin' cats who really hot but,
You aint fly
Man, you niggas need to stop you know you barely getting by
You aint fly
Ya lyin' bout that dough you say you getting'
You aint fly
In you monkey suits, swearin that you pimpin'
You aint fly
Seriously pimpin', stop your bullshitin'
You aint fly
Out here flexin' for them bitches when you barely getting by
I hate to see a nigga on some dummy shit,
Talking big money shit,
Livin' wit his mom, swear God that he runnin' shit,
Hey listen, I aint the one you wanna talk money wit,
Cause I run through and look at you like, “Where the money at?”
You ought be ashamed of you chain, I'm makin' fun of that,
Charm flickin' from time to time tryin to shine,
My shit up under my shirt and you admirin' mine,
Whoever told you that bullshit, will fly you a line,
I got a watch wit no diamonds,
Cost twice as much as that bullshit you wear when you call yourself shining,
And your ring, “Boy stop it”,
You need to take that neck bullshit chain and put them both in your pocket.
Ha, these niggas tickle me,
“Why the gotta kick it like they rich, to me?”
I been doin' this since I was six, so this aint shit to me,
Man, I been fly since junior high and elementary,
My uncles raised a G,
But my daddy made a pimp of me,
I never been a wannabe,
I'm everything you wannabe,
As long as bitches lookin,
I'mma give 'em what they wanna see,
Your outfit cost less than my underclothes,
Ya ride aint shit man, I put my bitch in one of those,
My rides ridiculous, five and sixes,
Had the Rolls Royce, til I decided to switch it,
Now I'm in the Maybach,
Notice mines extended,
Damn... has it been that long?
Is that what happens (haha) since I been gone, homie?
I went from rolling wit' little rocks on the block
To controlling my position at the top, bought every drug and I will not stop
(We ride, we roll, in style)
(hey, hey, hey)
(yeah you know, yeah you know, yeah you know, yeah you know, yeah you know, yeah you know)
(yeah we ride, and we roll, and we style, here we go, here we go, we go, we go)
In the middle of a fight, I'm so cool
Everybody want it hot - I go too
All of this - half of which would have broke you
Came out smelling like a rose you could mow through
Worldwide, bi-costal, global - nigga's I respect
Cause they more poor fools
Cause I ain't got a damn minuite - ain't no 'tude
You don't bank it, it ain't no move (yea)
[...]
Kickin'those (who) wrote a deposition about me
So many right, neva catch a nigga walkin'
Energy, fightin', tryin' ta 'pit a push-up bra kid (damn)
We landin' laughin... chicks had fantastic asses
Extravagent habitats, if you never seen tragic happen (hey)
Make magic happen with cash and mac shure the cajun match
In the market for lavish mansions 'n NBA expansions
I was cast in dat balance in 'Oh four solo dough aint shit to me
Way past respect you see, but I neva as big as a nigga felt a beat ya see
I went from rolling wit' little rocks on the block
To controlling my position at the top, bought every drug and I will not stop
(We ride, we roll, in style)
(hey, hey, hey)
(yea, you know, yea, you know, yea, you know, yea, you know)
So fly wit an album ta live for
Everything you could ask for... and more
Your choice, you could even be a fan or...
Hate to see a nigga get up from a gram whore
Bein' a motherfuckin' man, won't stand for
The rap wars, always goin' back and forth
Livin' in a ? like castle
Control your rage, little boy it (just) an insult
[...]
The same people on tour, on TV
The signed hur shirt - should 'uh kept yo reciept
Get uh refund cause dat sure like seaweed...
Who keeps CD's on repeat, stuck in MP3's and 3-D's
And it takes on the day I was released
The only time you will ever see me free
Big money J, much you can get fo me?
Atlantic records say make another hit fo' me
I tell 'em cut a hundred million dolla check fo me
Like it or not, don't do no respect fo me
Never mind what I did, cause the best commin'
I'm the king in a game like chess to me
So put the cash in tha bag, give the rest to the attendant puttin' gas in it...
I went from rolling wit' little rocks on the block
To controlling my position at the top, bought every drug and I will not stop
(We ride, we roll, in style)
(Came a long way from Riverdale)
(hey, hey, hey)
(yea, you know, yea, you know, yea, you know, yea, you know)
I got a new swagger, it's a new day
Here we go again too, what it do 'J?
I'll give you a call, I know the way you used to move yey
Nea, I gotta new arm (uh) tha law wit a new face
Another G4 jet - no suitcase, whole new wardrobe and a new face
Can't close if ya standin' on my shoelace
T.I. roll like sushi... touche.
If ya can't lay back, who the hell am I? Bringin' homocide to tha gang, no alibi.
Can't tell a lie to the judge, I'm guilty
I'm uh give a lie, to the guy tryin' uh kill me
I could still be, in a trap now... AK 'round, little yey 'round
'Body came downstairs - but uh trey 'round.
But if they wanna come 'n front in the AM...
(yeah you know, yeah you know, yeah you know, yeah you know, yeah you know, yeah you know)
(yeah we ride, yeah we roll, yeah we style, here we go, here we go, we go, we go, we go)
Yeah we roll and we ride
In control, we don't stop
We gonna glow where we drive
Let you know we on top
(yeah we ride, yeah we roll, yeah we style, here we go, here we go, we go, we go, we go)
Yeah we roll and we ride
In control, we don't stop
We gonna glow where we drive
Let you know we on top
Hoppin out of dropped impala pants hangin to my ankles
Feel em hate from every angle
They intimidated, ain't I a beast
They dont like to see me walkin out of prison
I ain't trippin I dont owe em nothin but a ass whoppin
What you lookin at
Girl you better cut the television on
Dont wanna show your ass, best to get to gettin on
Home, Im waitin on ya if you want it
I ain't gotta go for bad I just go for my opponent
I ain't lookin for no trouble
I ain't duckin none either
Say a nigga jumpin ship, I say so fuck em I dont need em
Still greet em, with the same smile like I used to
Get wild if you choose to
I ain't fixin ta shoosh you
End up head bust bloody nose lose tooth
Whoop a nigga ass by himself or with a group too
Who, fight back, hoe its like that
Where my knife at
Shawty I'll be right back
Fresh out the box I'm a mash out
Ya hear me
To share a hundred mil I'm a cash out out
Ya hear me
Today a 100 k aint nothin to brag bout
Ya hear me
The king pullin right big bank take little bank
Fresh out the box I bet I mash out
Ya hear me
To share a hundred mil I'm a cash out out
Ya hear me
Today a 100 k aint nothin to brag bout
Ya hear me
Rollin through your hood can you hear me now, good
We gonna do it big like we did before
Fresh off a case
Asap motivation hoe guess thats all it take
They got they ass with my poker face wait
Till they get a load of me like the joker say hahahahaha
Alot of em talk that bullshit a? past?
But it the day it gonna be a cold gin? man down like frankie say
At the lair where the players meet
So all squares kick rocks with your bare feet, bitches cherish me
Came back nigger raise up
Safe to say them sucker wanna see me caged up
That chapters over, pass the mic and set the stage up
Throw your As up
Tell my P.O. I dont blaze up
Pee wee fight a haze up
They praise us cause old heads reconize the g in him
Black card no limit like P and them
Aint nobody seein him
Who fuckin with shawty then we pull up bitches yellin O.M.G. just like my daughter then
Fresh out the box I'm a mash out
Ya hear me
To share a hundred mil I'm a cash out out
Ya hear me
Today a 100 k aint nothin to brag bout
Ya hear me
The king pullin right big bank take little bank
Fresh out the box I bet I a mash out
Ya hear me
To share a hundred mil I'm a cash out out
Ya hear me
Today a 100 k aint nothin to brag bout
Ya hear me
Rollin through your hood can you hear me now, good
I'm in a jet black camaro with my eyes on the sparrow
They say I can't have no pistol so I bought a bow and arrow
I'll just wait, niggas say it aint the same and I get back
See aint a damn thang change but my six pack
You want rep you can get that
But all the disrespectin shawty I aint with that
And partner I ain't fixin to chit chat
Comin where a nigga had to break him off a piece like a kit kat
Tell them cat bless me to impress me
Best leave or get wet like a jet ski
Oversea where you catch me
And when they holla king nigga they dont mean Elvis Presley
Hard body lumped up, chest like a dumb truck
Keep the sword on me shawty this aint what you want bra
I aint gotta bust ya if you close enough you get stuck
Leave a nigga drippin like a sippy cup
Fresh out the box I'm a mash out
Ya hear me
To share a hundred mil I'm a cash out out
Ya hear me
Today a 100 k aint nothin to brag bout
Ya hear me
The king pullin right big bank take little bank
Fresh out the box I bet I mash out
Ya hear me
To share a hundred mil I'm a cash out out
Ya hear me
Today a 100 k aint nothin to brag bout
Ya hear me
[T.I]:
Yea Yea. No roof. Live life topless can't nobody stop this.
A this the D.R. Charger saving artists out da E R.
Bring em back to life beats like CPR.
Made the west side world wide.
No PR. Gangsta rap god. Imma end all be all.
California love from the Bloods to the C-Dogs.
The Compton monsters make ya wanna cut ya M P off.
The greatest in the game. Haters should be ashamed
to not acknowledge in the brain of the west coast kings.
Brought Kronic to the scene folded pills in the lean.
Now the game full of puppies look at me no strings.
Again and again I've shown you've seen me piss on niggas
egos. Ruin they self-esteem.
Sky the limit no roof I can do what you dream.
Done it all foe you eva did a thing NA MEEN.
Tees and black jeans no bling just bang.
Officially deranged. Clinically insane.
Look Eazy aint a damn thang changed.
I promise still live like we did back when Straight
Out Of Compton. Taught niggas how to have attitudes
on some hood shit. Showed em what to smoke when dey
was blazing that bull shit.
That's why you smell the drug aroma when my record
play. Not a blemish on my image decorated resume.
A legendary legacy. All that I was you'll neva be.
Fuck is yall tellin me? Forever on top.
Face it you'll neva be better than the Doc.
Ask Pac. Again I say it's neva gone stop.
Face it you'll neva be greater than the Doc. Ask Pac.
[Chorus]:
Cause ladies when I shine.
Nigga wish quick. No startin I'm the shootin kind.
Front page all the time. You boys think sick but I
aint got no roof on mine. I drink Topless,
I live Topless. Like my girl is the game with her titties
out. I drink Topless, I live Topless.
Sky's the limit I'm paid to run the city now.
[Nas]:
Ya skins ya traveling bag of your existence.
Yours is shabby and scab while mines glistenin.
Vivid on my skin how many continents I've visit then
you could journey with me to different places by listenin.
Shittin on em. Ya brutha got it covered we can slug
it, knuckle it however you want I love it.
A hustler's wit. The grit the grind.
My genetic code make-up. Murderer by design.
On my calendar time when night meets day.
I'm in a light grey bugatti like a high-speed chase.
Adrenaline like jogger the jump in rope in place.
The Muhammad Ali hobbies no pilates trying to keep
the ocean by me. Hit a rich man's wife see what these
hoes can buy me. Lookin forward but it's nice to see
the rode behind me. Hotel's a 7 star.
Begets glowin. Keep ya lid yet dawg the private jet bowin topless.
[Chorus]:
Cause ladies when I shine.
Nigga wish quick. No startin I'm the shootin kind.
Front page all the time. You boys think sick but I
aint got no roof on mine. I drink Topless,
I live Topless. Like my girl is the game with her titties
out. I drink Topless, I live Topless.
You are gonna decide on who what when
Nothing of that if they got a problem tell them .. of that
Matter fact you ain't got to tell them that i am gonna tell them that
If these niggers .. we are gonna … AK47 with a double
Fucking with the wrong one yeah i got a short .. but i got a long run
Call it a chicken wing cause it got a .. drama
Now these niggers sacking me cause i just got a long run
Count down this money fucking all these hoes
These niggers looking at me funny when i pull up in their …
You are good for talking on twiter week up for spanking on niggers
Broad day walking on niggers .. fuck you
Who what when .. you were saying say .. damn for a nigger would
Who what when… then strap you .. with them too
You want to find me you can find me at the top of the list
If they ever let me in i won't stop for shit
.. nowadays … get up the .. hating on their .. i am looking fly whatever i mean
When you see a nigger standing … with a dick in my hand trying to ..
I sold once i sell again ….
Who what when .. you were saying say .. damn for a nigger would
Who what when… then strap you .. with them too
I am going for another round .. the only time we show love is …
Nigger … a key to .. dirt bites with me .. fade away leave a nigger …
Losing an empty spot .. my niggers getting wasted .. money addicts …
Knocking with a cleaver ..
Who what when .. you were saying say .. damn for a nigger would
Yo, Uh
, a come on T.I.P.
Come on
, I said come on, come on, come on, come on
A hour train spit game from the get green
Ay T.I.P. been bangin' thick dames since he was 15
The click came ran trains if her shit clean
The same broad fronted y'all like she Miss Thang
And damn how da bitch seem she's a dick fiend
All though I won't elaborate I'll say she lick things and get green
She fuck wit me because I got big dreams
And along wit a face she think she seen on the big screen
I give it to her since she whine and her back hurt
Then drive her crazy since she crying and she act worse
Yeah, I'm a rapper, I'm a man, but I'm a mac first
I need a broad wit a bank and a fat purse... and that's first
I'm a p-i-m, ah, m-p,
Told y'all niggaz before about me
Plenty Remi to the h-e, ah, a-d
Somebody buy some more dro' so we can smoke please
Now what's yo name?
I'm pussy bumper number one
Yeah, I said what's yo name?
I'm pussy bumper number one
Man trying to stop pimpin like shooting a bee-bee gun at a freight train
So comparing us is like whine to a grape stain
My reputations great man, I got a great name
I hate lames, I stay clean, and I break dames
I like 'em small or bigger with a figure eight frame
So if she fine I bet she mine when I find time
Man I ain't lying, mine dimes I don't wine or dine
Like clothesline hoes mine, I'm a goldmine
Ay I'm the "King of Da South" and the throne mine
I got the chrome in the Chevy and the broan mine
Ay man I'm young but I been doing it for a long time
That ain't my fault that bitch grown she got her own mind
An-and I'm...
I bet some niggas think I cake her when I take her out
But come that week just watch me rape her fucking bank account
Eventually the P$C hey we gone take the south
Then grab the earth by the ankles and shake the paper out
Nigga I'm bout my paper route so I'm gone make a route
Anybody blocking my road to riches man I'm gone take 'em out
Keep run yo mouth making up you mind you got's to be's wit out
Me I'ma git a ho who gone make show my pockets seen about
P-i-m-p-i-n-g is all I be's about
I break a ho in break 'em till they broke and then I ease 'em out
They out of pocket, I'm a lock 'em out and leave 'em out
And that don't change man, season in season out
Open up The Source shawty and see who just you reads about
If it ain't concernin T.I.P. a P$C a see ya out
Ain't nothing even you ain't cuttin then u don't see the house
Because you know I got to practice what I preach about
Come on
I said come on, come on, come on, come on
I'm a p-i-m, ah, m-p,
Told y'all niggaz before about me
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
Aye, don't you know I got
Key by the three? When I chirp
Shawty chirp back, Louis napsack
Where I holdin' all tha work at
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
Hey I know all about that
Loaded 44 on the low
Where the cheese at?
Fresh off the jet to the ?jects
Where the G's at?
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
Hey what you know about that?
Hey I know all about that
See me in ya city sittin' pretty
Know I'm shining dawg
Ridin' wid a couple Latin broads
And a China doll
And you know how we ball
Ridin' in shiny cars
Walk in designer malls
Buy everything we saw
You know about me dogg
Don't talk about me dogg
And if you doubt me dogg
You better out me dogg
I'm throwed off slightly bro
Don't wanna fight me bro
I'm fast as lightning bro
Ya better use ya Nike's bro
Know you don't like me ?cause
Yo bitch most likely does
She see me on them dubs
In front of every club
I be on dro, I'm buzzed
Gave every ho a hug
Niggaz don't show me mugs
'Cause you don't know me cuz
Aye, don't you know I got
Key by the three? When I chirp
Shawty chirp back, Louis napsack
Where I holdin' all tha work at
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
Hey I know all about that
Loaded 44 on the low
Where the cheese at?
Fresh off the jet to the ?jects
Where the G's at?
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
Hey what you know about that?
Hey I know all about that
Candy on the '64
Leather guts and fishbowl
50 on the pinky ring
Just to make my fist glow
Ya bitches get low
Because I get dough
So what? I'm rich ho
I still would pull a kick-do'
What you talking shit fo'?
And gotta run and hit fo'?
Got you a yellin', I thought
You pulled out a gun and hit fo'
But you's a scary dude
Believed by very few
Just keep it very cool
Or we will bury you
See all that attitude's
Unnecessary dude
You never carry tools
Not even square, he cube
You got these people fooled
Who see you on the tube
Whatever try the crew
They'll see you on the news
Aye, don't you know I got
Key by the three? When I chirp
Shawty chirp back, Louis napsack
Where I holdin' all tha work at
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
Hey I know all about that
Loaded 44 on the low
Where the cheese at?
Fresh off the jet to the ?jects
Where the G's at?
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
Hey what you know about that?
Hey I know all about that
Fresh off the jet to the block
Burn a rubber with the top pop
I'll pop and bust a shot and tell ?em stop
And make the block hot
Ya label got got
Cuz you are not hot
I got the top spot
And it will not stop
A video or not
That will bust it to the glock stop
Drag ya out that Bentley coupe
And take it to the chop shop
Partner, we not ya'll
If it may pop off
I'll answer the question
?Will I get ya block knocked off??
And what it is bro
Look I will kill bro
I'm in your hood
If you a gangsta what you hid for?
Somebody better get bro
For he get sent for
You say you wanna squash it
What you still talkin' shit for?
Aye, don't you know I got
Key by the three? When I chirp
Shawty chirp back, Louis napsack
Where I holdin' all tha work at
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
Hey I know all about that
Loaded 44 on the low
Where the cheese at?
Fresh off the jet to the ?jects
Where the G's at?
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
Hey what you know about that?
Featuring: Kanye West, Kid Cudi
[T.I.]
Yeah, ay Ye
Why don't you let me welcome these niggas to the World they aint welcome to
You understand?
It bring me great pleasure to welcome the real and banish the fake
No big mouth that hold cake, fag bait ass niggas allowed
But to everybody else
[Chorus]
I would like to welcome you
To the World of (to the world of)
Fast money, fast cars, big diamond rings
Chief chains and the girls of
Fake smiles, broken hearts and if you looking
For your real love
You wont find it here
If you looking for your real love
Well goodnight my dear
[Kid Cudi]
Oooh, if you looking for real love
Don't come around here
Oooh, if you looking for real love
It aint here my dear
Mmmmm mmmmmh
Move on
[T.I.]
It's my pleasure to welcome you to the World of
Fast money, flashy cars, big guns
Undone, threw away for the love of
The game, I dont need a chain or the fame, still shine
Spend time with the girls of
Fake smiles, broken hearts trying hard in the club looking for
Her real love
You won't find it here
All I got is hard dick and conversation for you
I was just high, even lying when I say I love you
My mind saying it were both
I just wanna fuck you, her too
Blowing lile smelling like a bubba kush perfume
She coming home with me, she finna meet her doom
She aint saying I'm the greatest finna change her tune
The coldest and the hottest call me December June
Deliver euphoria straight to your room
I hit that ass, and away, I zoom
Make it rain nonstop call me young typhoon
Top spot already filled up no room
Thought I would put some paper and your purse so soon
Well wrong she is and mistaken she was
Tip broke, never heard no such thing of
I'll fuck you up, don't touch me cuz
Just trust me bruh, It must be
Li-li-li-living my dreams
Dont wake me up
Yo-yo-you fake it till you make it, must suck
All th-th-the haters hate us for the flav of the paper
Thats why I cant love my neighbours
D-D-D-Dangerous, don't kick, cut you
If you aint welcome in my world bitch fuck you
Dangerous, don't kick, cut you
If you aint welcome in my world bitch fuck you
[Kanye West]
I would like to welcome you
To the World of (to the world of)
Fast money, fast cars, big diamond rings
Chief chains and the girls of
Fake smiles, broken hearts and if you looking
For your real love
You wont find it here
If you looking for your real love
Well goodnight my dear
[Kid Cudi]
Oooh, if you looking for real love
Dont come around here
Oooh, if you looking for real love
It aint here my dear
Mmmmm mmmmmh
Move on
[Kanye West]
I would like to welcome you to the world of
Fake bitches no love, what the fuck you take me for
Show love, I hate haters in the club
You must not really know where I come from
Exactly where my heart or you would never never NEVER
UGH, where do I start? people ask me shit about illuminati
First off, fuck that mean?
He loved Jesus when he he he was worse off
Oh I see, when they, think a nigga is, stupid rich
People just start coming up with stupid shit
Man shit I could never predict
Hold up, let me hit you with this
Rolling in a Bugatti with fo' chains is some foolishness
Yea yea yea, that'd be the shit
They'd rather see a nigga locked up, why? for stupid shit
Look how they did my nigga Tip
Soon as Wayne get out, Tip go in
Wonder why a nigga wanna make the Clip go in
Wonder why it so hard when it get going
Hold ya head my niggas the system is
Made to make niggas fall
Made to make niggas fail
Especially if you ball
They don't take niggas well
Nah, you cant come through flying in a Bentley shining
I'm in the back
Backseat driving screaming on a nigga like I'm actually driving
[Kanye West - Chorus]
Welcome you to the World of (to the world of)
Fast money, fast cars, big diamond rings
Chief chains and the girls of
Fake smiles, broken hearts and if you looking
For your real love
You wont find it here
If you looking for your real love
Well goodnight my dear
[Kid Cudi]
Oooh, if you looking for love
Dont come around here
Oooh, if you looking for love
It aint here my dear
Mmmmm mmmmmh
[Intro:]
Yeah... Ay... Real talk right here nigga
King shit right here nigga... That's right
Grand Hustle right here nigga... That's right
You don't like it steer clear nigga...
There's only one Bankhead nigga... Center Hill
Sacks on my draw show
Walkin' through the mall blow
20 30 rats ya I had that also
Further more niggas can't see me like waldo yah so sick in the head if you even thought so I'm 9 years in it 6 of which I've been all pro trying t.I suicide like it's conjo (bah) gettin big bread homey only gettin small dough I'm all that and yein even almost ho said I got a big head cause I got a big dick don't believe it cause I said it go ask his bitch she'd tell yuh she never seen stacks this big a king of oneself out fit to match his kicks street cred up to here swagg thru the roof google clifford harris if your ass needs proof pledge allegiance to the swagg no I don't mean to brag but I do and your just mad cause it's true
[Chorus:]
Welcome Back to the Trap get back to the grind I'm back on my hustle with an immaculate shine Welcome back to the trap get back to the streets right after I release see me right back with the heat Welcome Back to the Trap get back to the grind I'm back on my hustle with an immaculate shine welcome back to the trap I'm back on shit if this the shit you been missin then get right back on my dick
[Verse:]
All they do is motivate these rappers I can procreate no debate thankin it was over for me yo mistake focus pay very close attention to what folks say notice they way beneath my level they suppose to hate over they head so high he flow by little guy could'ntreach if he tried no lie and I'm soo fly with no feathers, parachutes or propellers gravity so jealous hella clowns wanna see me fall down no fellas what does history tell us by now you should know better spare my name with the same four letters imuh rain forever better get an umbrella nigga I suggest you respect my grind must follow one rule let T.I shine and I'm never leaving you just have to adapt right now let me welcome you back to the trap
[Chorus:]
Kream Dela Cream homey, top shelf ya know,
I like my beat down low, down low, down low, down low,
down low, down low, down low, I like my top let back, let back
let back, let back let back, let back, Ay holla if you like your
Cheaa you already know what this shit is nigga, remix nigga, Mannie Fresh,
T.I.P what's up nigga? I got you nigga, I'm a show this nigga what to do on you nigga...
I let my chain hang low get that thing up on my waist
all then haters talking reckless tell 'em say it to my face,
can see a bankroll yeah I almost caught a case
it's the remix so Manny Fresh drop the bass
I say now 28 inches got me sitting so high
reach straight up through the clouds God Damn I'm in the sky
got my 87 zone God dammit I'm fly
bet you anything won't nan nigga try it
I push the look come Wednesday the drop that Monday
ice cream Impala same color as a sundae, so you can miss me
with that hating and that he can't rap shit tell 'em faggot ass
niggas wrap they lips around my dick, God damn my money sick
Ay! I need to see a doctor, black on black Bentley call it phantom
of the Opera, Lemon lime drop top I call it a sprite
when I pull out the garage you can call it at night
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me riding 24's with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black
DRO! My trunk gonna break the damn law I'm riding through the hood with 8's a damn law, them 27's tall but them 8's are damn raw bitches know they see the
platinum is grey like grand pa spray the Chevy all kinda sour apple colors, diamonds up in my charm look like piny apple suckas teck 9 for some mack 90
for others' leave the weapon on Bucatti's I got on my Dannie Glovers, Naah' this ain't a movie but I shot 4 brothers and plus I gotta chevelle that flop 4
colors cars without the covers' my beat down low I let my rims sit high I'm the best thing blowing now Dro!!
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me riding 24's with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black
I got my treble up high and my beat down low, I don't slam no door's hop in where the roof go, what I need a roof for replacing with the sky streets be
mine with that Georgia on my mind, I ride in the wettest paint, like I'm surfing on a title wave cocaine whip yeah straight out the microwave man in the
trunk sound like the man knocking, 5 pass rocking with stacks in my pockets
I got money in my pocket and mind on mo to hear myself think I like my beat down low, cigarello full of dro and the Chevy 2 toned it's sitting on
chrome that's how I get my roll on' gotta dip through the hood you know Gizzle keep it real I see some hot girls so I'm a turn it up a lil let them bounce
to the music' ba bounce to the beat the top down hop in and ride with a G
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me riding 24's with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black
Even though I like my beat down low and my top let back, chrome feet down low and my impala wet black ditch-e-dash hit the gas tell them niggas check
that, make them bitches sit back wofers give 'em wetcast, coming down in a Chevy motor sound like it very tight, it is you can tell I hear the tire yelling
er'lane and the way they ain't kicking I bet you could still hear it lord forbid I cut it up I bet I get left feel here, Okay my money real big,
choppers is still here, they catch me with it fuck it I'm doing my lil bit and my drop top riding with my glock cock riding I'm looking for them niggas'
where they at stop hiding hey!!!
[Chorus:]
We don't get down like y'all,
Na, na, na, na, na!
Na, na, na, na, na!
We don't get down like y'all,
Suck it nigger, we don't get down like y'all!
It's been a lot of back and forth...
So I don't pick the... no more, I just get...
Listen, kid, let me tell you...
... so I'mma tell you what the difference is here.
See, we're old school, you're just all new,
We used to move blow, but you just blow...
... me and my whole group,
You run around town gossip, like the whole dude,
See your name drop when nobody knows you,
We get the lames...
My crow, we cut the... brooklyn, and the road too,
You give her roses I'm the one she bring the rose to.
So you say you're shining, well I guess I'm shining more,
So high up, I'm... thirty I'm like a dinosaur, carnivore
... these days respect,
Me and you like a...
[Chorus:]
We don't get down like y'all,
... I do, you talk,
I'm real, you're flow,
Cause nigger, we don't get down like you!
Suck it nigger, we don't get down like you!
Don't call it the comeback,
... pull on the suckers, pop the trunk and tell 'em get in!
I thought I lost...
Back to bowling game... bring your chicks in.
Yeah, like we did on my...
I showed you how to make a blessing out a...
Hey, let me set you niggers...
Loosen up fat babe!
... they say is here, but where I come, we call it sissy fact.
[Chorus:]
We don't get down like y'all,
... I do, you talk,
I'm real, you're flow,
Cause nigger, we don't get down like you!
Suck it nigger, we don't get down like you!
Before us there was none, after us no more than ever be,
This is the greatest show on earth you ever seen,
Still... for my nigger in the streets, getting into
Blowing money like my nigger, beat me just to do it,
Say we're blowing...
... just to make you suck a...
Back in the... the winner of every dollar,
... word travel.
As you come... you beware, dude,
Can't prepare you, how dare you?
Disrespect my presence... I will kill you,
A new one I... on, your ego is a...
... no great...
Ain't no need on my new ones,
Hear the truth on every song I...
[Chorus:]
We don't get down like y'all,
... I do, you talk,
I'm real, you're flow,
Cause nigger, we don't get down like you!
Okay..
Ain't no use in tryin to lie
You know we be ridin' fly
All that stuff you tryin to buy
Boy you know we be twice as fly
We do this
I'll show you how to do this
I'm probably the coolest
I'll show you how to do this
I'll show you how to do this shit
I got a drop on thirty's rims so purty (pretty)
Shut ya lil gallardo down closed curtain
Ya got a murcielago i got a mclaren for it
Balla of the year I oughta win a award
I got money offshore that i made off tour
Cash stashed in a paper bag from a whore
Some from the dro, some all blow
Never go broke but I still want more
Ya ain't gettin' nothing pimpin if ya ain't gettin' dough
Ya got a bitch n ya wonder why she ain't gettin' low
But she freakin wit fo'
Shit if you was tryin to be fly i suggest try a little more nigga
Who ya ever seen under thirty this fly
Playa house south beach top floor its a tie
And this'll never stop I'll do this shit til I die
Then after that consider me a ribbon in the sky
I'm G4 flyin' big boat buyin
Land in miami then i sail to a island
My Cali crew high in the hills I ain't lyin'
Man them bitches get high in anything they tryin'
I got cars I don't know about money I don't know about
3 or 4 movies get a 100K a show about
10 mil in real estate make them niggas really hate
What I care about it I ain't like them niggas anyway
I'm a fool with the bitches I talk they listen
Funny thing all I gotta say is lets get it
And my mouth piece sweet but my dick game vicious
Plus I'm paid but they already rich they ain't trippin'
She can tell I'm fly first time she ride wit me
S65 who ride the 550
King worldwide God to my city
Yea them other niggas say that they hard but not really
Coupe super clean shut all the cars down
I got 50 g's on me i'll tear the mall down
Use to be in the ?? in the summer home now
one in Cabo one in miami think i'll go to rome now
You know the streets been fiendin for anotha on of them jackin fa beats ya know
So dig mane go on and crank this shit up this year. Lets do it
[verse]
Aye!
Keep my name out ya mouth I done said it before
Cause all them games I ain't bout, tell whoeva you know
Before I pull this thang out, aim it dead at ya throat
Or bring the rifle out the house and put ya head in the scope
Pimpin trained for the drama shawty ready to go
See me hangin out the Hummer spittin 70 mo'
You was talkin bout the drought, I was peddlin snow
And I doubt you get some blow fa cheap as I'm sellin it fo'
Aye I'm a G, what I'm worried bout a felony fo'
When I get free bet I be ballin hard as eva before
Got some Chevy's but a Benz what I'm usually in
And niggaz hatin on the crew I put a few in the wind
Keep it pimpin till the end while you chose to pretend
Shot a video in the pen and I'll do it again
Made news nation wide from 11 to 10
Headline CNN Peter Jennings and friends nigga
I'm so cool been doin this since the old school
You turned into a gangsta when ya vocals hit the Pro Tools
Haha Looka here man..
So don't get it confused you don't know that dude
I'm hard core no gold teeth no tattoos
If you don't want no beef nigga don't act rude
I got a 4-4 fo' yo attitude
We can... Talk or shoot it out whateva you chose
Have me back in the county blues on the TV news
Only... two rules when you walk in my shoes
1 take no shit number 2 don't lose
Im throwed off plum fool nigga loosen my screws
I'ma pass my partner the tool leave you wet as a pool
Lames get it misconstrued Gs you don't fool
I know... bustin a grape is somethin you don't do
Supa cool nothin to prove I been bustin the Reugers
and givin you bustaz the blues since you was suckaz in school
Hey this a situation you gon wish you neva persued
You wanna push me, pussy nigga do what you do
You think trappin just in my flows nigga oh contrare
Been sellin blow since I was 12 years old my dear
Bustin Calicos just to let 'em know I'm hear
Choppaz in the trunk of every auto I steer
While you was in the classroom tryin to pick a career
I was sellin glass countin cash drankin a beer
I agree this rap beef shit is so last year
But ask if I'll tear a new hole in yo ass. Yeah
Fa flexin and disrespectin I don't play about dat
But no mo questions I got shit else to say about dat
But my sentence'll be finished any day and I'm back nigga
Laughin at ya sucka ass Hollywood rap niggaz
Fakin and they love it but this ain't fa the public
So in interviews I choose to stay away from the subject
I just prove that I'm the truth if you don't like it then fuck it
We can keep it between me and you and this pistol I'm bustin
Yeeah!
Pussy niggaz ain't fuckin wit me
Cause pistol play in broad day that shit ain't nothin to me
You need to pinch yaself nigga cause you livin a dream
And I'm one of the realest niggaz that this industry seen
Think of me as John Gotti wit a Phd
Or either Martin Luther King wit a G.A.T
I'm ridin clean, paint gleamin blowin T.H.C
And for that reason hataz wanna alieviate me
But I forgive 'em cause I know it ain't the he hate me
He just hate the situation hate that he ain't me
OGs say alot of them in me they see
Cause I'm a scholar no diploma no GED
Now TIP ain't sweet just so y'all know
Had to tone it down for ya cause I know y'all slow
Niggaz tongue wrestle plenty yeah but they all show
Spread gossip like hoes bout what they don't know
Got mo lies to tell than a nigga in jail
All my niggaz in the streets I know remember me well
From how I use to take a key and put the wieght on the scale
Now I'm seein how many mill's one record can sell nigga
You was on the low discussin a G
T.I, you don't know me
I'ma tell y'all sucka ass niggaz somethin'
First of all nigga
Look'a hear dawg
You mighta seen me in the streets
But nigga you don't know me
When you holla when you speak
Remember you don't know me
Save all the hatin' and the poppin'
Nigga you don't know me
Quit tellin' niggaz you my partna
Nigga you don't know me
Don't be a groupie keep it movin'
Nigga you don't know me
Hey I ain't trippin' pimpin truth is
Really you don't know me
Yeah, you know they call me T.I.
But you don't know me
You be hatin' and I see why
'Cause you don't know me
I think it's time I made a song for niggaz who don't know me
I graduated at the streets, I'ma real OG
I been trappin', shootin' pistols since I stood four feet
So all you niggaz actin' bad, you gonna have to show me
You gonna make me bring this chevy to a real slow creep
My niggaz hangin' out the window, mouth fulla gold teeth
When the guns start poppin' wonder when it's gone cease
Choppa hit you in the side and create a slow leak
We can end the speculation 'cuz today we gon' see
What's the future of a pussy nigga hatin' on me
I give a fuck about the fed's investigation on me
I don't care that they at my shows and they waitin' on me
I'ma keep on flossin', poppin' long as toomp is on the beat
Tell police's I ain't stoppin', I'ma keep it in the streets
Contrary to yo beliefs, I'm as real as you can be
Fuck ya thoughts and ya feelings, nigga you don't know me
You mighta seen me in the streets
But nigga you don't know me
When you holla when you speak
Remember you don't know me
Save all the hatin' and the poppin'
Nigga you don't know me
Quit tellin' niggaz you my partna
Nigga you don't know me
Don't be a groupie keep it movin'
Nigga you don't know me
Hey I ain't trippin' pimpin truth is
Really you don't know me
Yeah, you know they call me T.I.
But you don't know me
You be hatin' and I see why
'Cause you don't know me
Hey once again let me remind you nigga you don't know me
So don't be walkin' up and askin' what's the deal ona Ki
I don't know if you wearin wires you could be the police
If I was slangin' dope you couldn't get an OZ
See me at the PSC follow thru and tha show deep
Hommies holdin' up the doe 'cuz they know we toat heat
I just wanna wrap a C, blow a dro in a flee
Only playin' 'bout a dozen different bitches in a week
I just wanna chill with country and his daddy Freddy G
Ballin' out everytime, every stone is but a G
Wanna ball in the Bahamas curtousy at KT
Fact I only gotta Mill as well as a dolla DP
Ak house on the hill right next to JG
Everyweek be there for lunch, busta blunt and eat free
Get in day paid Lil Craig dead meat
That's the only shot we got at gettin' cap back on the streets
You mighta seen me in the streets
But nigga you don't know me
When you holla when you speak
Remember you don't know me
Save all the hatin' and the poppin'
Nigga you don't know me
Quit tellin' niggaz you my partna
Nigga you don't know me
Don't be a groupie keep it movin'
Nigga you don't know me
Hey I ain't trippin' pimpin truth is
Really you don't know me
Yeah, you know they call me T.I.
But you don't know me
You be hatin' and I see why
'Cause you don't know me
You see a nigga hatin' on a G, ask 'em what's it gonna be
Whatcha lookin' at, pussy nigga you don't know me
At the club,in the streets or where ever we should meet
It's choppa choppin' pistols, poppin' nigga you don't know me
You see a nigga hatin' on a G, ask 'em what's it gonna be
Whatcha lookin' at, pussy nigga you don't know me
At the club,in the streets or where ever we should meet
It's choppa choppin' pistols, poppin' nigga you don't know me
You mighta seen me in the streets
But nigga you don't know me
When you holla when you speak
Remember you don't know me
Save all the hatin' and the poppin'
Nigga you don't know me
Quit tellin' niggaz you my partna
Nigga you don't know me
Don't be a groupie keep it movin'
Nigga you don't know me
Hey I ain't trippin' pimpin truth is
Really you don't know me
Yeah, you know they call me T.I.
But you don't know me
You be hatin' and I see why
'Cause you don't know me
This a trap
This aint no album
This aint no game
This a trap (trap muzik)
Welcome back to the trap
Niggas back in the trap
Wit another heavy chevy
Big dope boys and trap
All you rap niggas role out
I trap when it's cold out
Whack niggas flyin
But I stay down to I'm sold out
Cause down a hundred ground
Like a rapping in a dope house
Man wherever I be
The feds got me scoped out
Mother fucker let my nuts hang
Block out the duc canes
Cook it to it bubbles
Doulble fast as a mustang
I know you think you fuck man
But little showty tuff man
Been a long time
Since a nigg from Alanta
Spit this nuts game
Thats a very few of real niggas
So how could they give nigga
The feelin that a real nigga
Would get around a real nigga
All they do is still niggas ideas
And rhythm wit em
Holla sumthin similar
Talking bout the hood
Like they hung in em
I got a million rhythms
Want em come get em
What bitch you pussy nigga
I'm just havin fun wit em
Still telling niggas
I aint wholing I aint crolling
When the 12 hit the corner
I aint brolling I aint rolling
Keep the coat stretch out
Like Carl Louis Hamstring
Stepped on like I'm working
With the damn thing
Drible baby aint seen
What I do to a ounce of doe
A whip man on my pager
Like I pay you folks
To whip somemoore
I'm doper than the fluid cellur
I flip it all up by myself
I give my niggas recipes
So they can turn to sumthin else
They love to work
Thats why I keep em comin
Like conlasions plate
We flip the cake
We move this shit from Georgia
Baby state to state
Attemadate
Niggas in the city
Who've been moving weight
Nobody loosing weight
They fuck with us
Cause you've been known to hate
Demonstrate
The way we turned the trout
Out in '98
Sarted out in '95
Started out with nicks and dimes
Niggas you done lost your mind
Thinking you could set up shop
Pimpin I respect the game
Lets take this to another block
Pimp squad
Showty still in the trap
When I spot a scene hot
With the man name Jon
And the collad green pot
On alot of straight hen
And alot of green pot
Compation in a range
Like he gotta be stop
Well maybe I will be
But probably not
Oh what the blood cloak
You try to knock em out and he sock
Listen to me I'm serious
Thinkin how did he not
End up way up
On the top of Detroit
If come where I was
You gotta be pop
And if you really want to pop
And I rather be dropped
Listen pops
Want to know a little more
About rap
Firts rule this is real
It aint just a record deal
Hook:
It's time to get trap back jumpin
get shit and back poppin
oh copin, oh I show this sucka nigga how it go
I show you how to move a lot of flow
nigga say they loud but they lie
so it's time to get trap back jumpin,
get shit back poppin bitch
hey who that say I got the shit
hey bitch who you know I hide the dick, this is
I'll show you how to do the shit
They tryin to getting bricks out of that bag
put that scale back on the deck
seat that vision we on the stole
next to the bake saw the pirate
drop that war out off that pilot
let it boy love and get high
then whippin good but your real life there there hide trip a little bit
you get may paper off of that yeah ayo
and jazzin bout of the bandano
your bitch is fuck when I say so plus got hair plus of my pay roll
this bank get home where we don't play
violate me and this will be your day
catch a nigga coming out of the DOA
hit em with the chopper leave be your A
you can play with niggas not me okay?
the mother niggas sucker I'm a G okay?
see I can't G I G okay?
respect that shit and you will be okay
let get it straight one cent for all
I run this shit ball none to y'all
and now I wanna y'all nigga picking to me
can't none of y'all take this city for me
ten years off and I'm still tight
I have fast and they still like
you keep trap shit wehn I feel like
you dope boy know what a..lie
DeNiro our filos, big bank rows don't see lows
oozes makes zeros here we go
Hook:
It's time to get trap back jumpin
get shit and back poppin
oh copin, oh I show this sucka nigga how it go
I show you how to move a lot of flow
nigga say they loud but they lie
so it's time to get trap back jumpin,
get shit back poppin bitch
hey who that say I got the shit
hey bitch who you know I hide the dick, this is
I'll show you how to do the shit
It's time to put that work back in the stash box
but that real corn they slare
hit that high way from bout five day they come back and get paid
got head corners and whole thing Chevrolets and them go things
got Rolex, you got Benzes then the solo for the cocaine
it's cold game but it's cool though
work it gone and I move low, won't sick on and it's too low
you got twenty..yeah here you go
I got big whips so sick y'all and big sweets about six roll
your shit had oh yeah bro, that shit drop won't say much
platinum all in my wall dough, crib big like a moll dough
I'm doing numbers like call all, plus more money I call you
my house worth your whole life, your condos my own ice
you niggas barely in first class I charge the G for..
can't tell me shit homie down here I'm good as it get homie
ain't nobody got shit homie, I'm a little nigga but I'm big homie
I'm big homie do big shit, you know work up I kick shit
rap farm but don't fork it then I'm back ferry got more brick
[Hook:]
It's time to get them pre-pay and them metro
get activated talk in cold, open here we got big blow
next dope pounds of that petro
we getting dough off anything, got activism if you sippin lean
I'm scritch pears and Moly even got hair run if you bout it
shawty my shut open the all night, got blossed the whole white
don't like me that's alright, come fight me yeah nigga yeah right
and nigga getting wrong and getting dare right
we get asshole them, all about my cat flow,
your new bitch with my last hoe,
I got six list in my main box, six pack under my tape top
I got a snoot know to get six shots
nigga try me I think not, my tempo bad I might blink out
bust a nigga before can't even think about
what I got to lose if he bust a move
well I got to do what I got to do
try rollin, poppin always selling something
you got it if you want it and whatever for the money
all my grind ain't lie, for the Prada from a dmie up
they know what I find at, do you know what the time for
[Hook: Nelly]
We showin up, it's going down
She know it's us, I let her know it now
It's 3, 4, 5 in the morning
One thing for sure this time of night
Ain't nothing open but legs, shawty
Ain't nothing open but legs this time of night
Ain't nothing open but legs, shawty
Ain't nothing open but legs this time of night
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Ass looking on swole (goddamn shawty)
Long hair pretty toes (Know who I am shawty?)
Flat stomach nice face (Okay she say she wanna)
Ride up to my place (Thats right)
She wanna bring a friend if it's allright (Okay)
Only if we get it in with her all night (allright)
We got the bottles on chill, everybody on the pills
In the air with them hands girl
[Hook]
[Verse 2: T.I.]
What's that excuse me, look shawty who are y'all
Look like that booty fat and I'm on booty call
Don't approach me if you don't wanna do it all
'For you know it have your clothes and your shoes off
In the penthouse gettin' turned on
Curtain clothes candle burnin' sweat they burned out
We turned up that bullshit we ain't concerned about
Dick her down full a weed, sweat her perm out
Is you scared mama? Well say it then
Is you ready mama? Okay then
It's 3:45 in the AM
If you got the game, we'll play then
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Nelly}
Ay, you ever kicked it with a superstar?
I pick you up in a half a million dollar car
Late up in the 5 star
Butt-naked, got you bent up over the mini bar
Yeah cuz I do it baby, exactly how you thought it though
Call me Mr. Paper Man or call Mr. Lotta Dough
(A Lotta Dough) You ain't gotta worry
I can take my fuckin' time
Or I can do it in a hurry
I'm a freak
And you know it
Put a candle between ya ass and I'll blow it
I'm talkin' Cool Whip, apple pie, chocolate cake or ice cream
Spread ??????????????
(feat. Mac Boney)
[Intro: T.I.]
Yo, ayyyyyy, huh-ayyyy
I gotta love my man here engineerin (okay)
It don't take me too long to write it (uh, huh-ayyyyy)
How long it take you to record me baby? HEY! (huh-ayyyyy)
Hey ya ain't live, you don't ride, you don't do it like I do it
(It's all good man, we gon' ride on these fuck niggaz anyway though)
Ya ain't real, you don't wanna get into it
Don't play with yourself nigga (okay)
Play a lotto nigga (okay)
Hey - let's get it! (yeahhhhh fuck nigga, AY!)
[Chorus: T.I.]
Hey ya ain't live, you don't ride, you don't do it like I do it
I keep it real - ya ain't real, you don't wanna get into it
Ya ain't crunk, ya ain't buck, ya ain't hard, ya ain't G
You ain't got what I got pumpin in your heart you aint me
You do all that yellin, holla, ya ain't real and ya ain't bout it
Ya ain't serious, ya ain't crazy, you know you don't wanna die
Ya ain't hustle from the bottom, you don't got it like I got it
You can hate and you can lie but pussy nigga I'm the hottest
[T.I.]
I'm the realer nigga in this shit, aside from all the business shit
I'm the nigga sucka niggaz best to keep it pimpin with
People say I start a lot of shit, I say I finish it
Thank God it wasn't no witnesses, I'd still be servin sentences
Rap shit way more stressful than alot of my other businesses
Thank God I'm a professional and scared I don't begin to get
Whether in a Phantom or the truck with all the kids in it
Still tote a hammer try me, man I hope you listenin
Your death gon' be elaborate, real fuckin extravagant
I'm down to die myself to show you niggaz I ain't havin it
Had to kill your son and a few your momma had to get
And they were playin dumb, we run in and ask where daddy at
[Chorus w/ ad libs]
[Mac Boney]
I carry niggaz on my back like a bookbag
Put the pistol in his hand and tell him shoot his ass
I pull a little file faster than them credit people
Yo' ass dead, that's why you probably seein dead people
The weapon with me's really lethal, yeah it scare people (oh my God)
I know off top that I'm gon' bust, that's why I dare people
And I won't dare cheat you, I fair-and-square beat you
Same time, same time's why I'm on that Grey Goose
Don't make me spray and let loose, cause I won't hesitate to
I heard one shot then heard two, jumped up out the truck like what it do
I got a fo'-five on me and got a nine too
A nigga sayin "Mac Boney, we ain't shoot at you"
I say you sucka ass niggaz better keep it movin
'Fore y'all boys be the ones I end up doin
Hey, Hey, Hey Come on in (Hey Baby)
Hey, what's goin on (Ok How you doin, just been out running around, and what you up to?)
Yeah I'm doin good gon sit down let me take ya coat (ok)
You know they make this lil jacket in leather dont you? (Oh they do so you gon get it for me?)
Yeah, let me gon and hang it up for you, gon and sit down (How you doin?)
I'm doin good, I'm doin good...I'm doin so good DAT BITCH I FOLLOWED YOU TODAY!!!
(What nigga? Is you crazy? What you mean you followed me?!)
Yeah, nah dont gon stutterin now de-de-de-de-de yo ass, gon and sit down (What is wrong which you?)
Yeah I followed you today... (You aint follow nobody.)
You had just came out the chicken place, you gat you a 6-piece wing wit a greenbean and yam,
bitch i seen what you had ordered (nigga you aint see shit.)
You had dat ol monkey ass nigga wit you (You the only monkey ass nigga I know!)
This nigga had baby powder on his chest wit a whole bunch of lil kinked up necklaces and shit wit
"I love you mom and dad" and fake uzis and shit
connected to the chain (You talkin bout yoself ol extra regular ass nigga.)
Now see my first reaction was to run up on you and just grab the back of yo pants and give you a wedgie
(Oh but you know, you know better though) Just
put the thong all up in ya ass (Don't touch nobody...Dont touch me)
But I said naw, bitch i said naw
(Dont wanna be dealin wit yo ass, you need to stop talkin to me crazy faggot!)
And then had the nerve, you had the nerve to go get yo hair cut down low like a nigga...
Bitch yo head look like a dirty tennis ball now!!!
(Do you talk to yo momma like this dats why dont like yo ass either!)
You the only bitch I know right now to this day dat take a pair of dirty pants
out tha clothes hamper and iron 'em till they look like blue leather
pants, nigga just iron chicken stains and jelly stains all in the ass of da pants...
(You wanna talk about somebody jeans but nigga you cant spray cologne
over dirty ass clothes, ok you betta watch yo back nigga I'ma have you touched!)
Bitch how you gon have me killed with $439 a month?! (Somebody need to have you killed ol sorry ass.)
Bitch if you have me killed you gettin kicked out the house, period!
(Nigga shut up you stink, ok, always talkin shit, make me sick which ya broke ass.You
aint got shit, you aint shit, ya feet stank nigga ya nasty.
Ya dirty, ya look bad, ya talk stupid, ya dumb...
Nigga that's what I thought ayy ayy ayyy ayy ayy
Yea pussy nigga that's what I thought
Betta gone wit dat bullshit, we know you aint doin shit
Walking round talkin loud still aint got to it yet
We be on dat hood shit you know how we do a bitch nigga
Walk up to a bitch nigga tell em you a bitch
You flaw, (you flaw), and you soft, (you soft),
Yea pussy nigga that's wat I thought,, ay you flaw, (you flaw),
Ay when you see me, salute me like a general I'm leading the troops
I make this G shit look so easy to do,
and when you see me salute commander and chief conceiling the truth
it don't matter wether the streets or the booth.
When you see me salute
And when you see me salute
When you see me salute
You aint gotta speak homie when you see me salute.
Raise your right hand to your hairline
Stand that attention hold it there until ur recognized
Once I return the salutation then is at ease as if you heard no conversation
Well, and lets just sayin' what it do g
Decorated 5 star general a true G
Made it fresher off the battlefield
Rip it for my niggas in the battle still
Yea with more stripes then a jail suit
been in the need, trail oop
when i fail, through bi*ches standin their cells
takin pictures wit their cells
and let me tell you sutin 'bout a playa
put me anywhere in any jail
and i shall prevail
and if another man survied i shall as well
now f*ck rap got swag for sale
you crossed my path in air brazil
Ay when you see me, salute me like a general I'm leading the troops
I make this G shit look so easy to do,
and when you see me salute commander and chief conceiling the truth
it don't matter wether the streets or the booth.
When you see me salute
And when you see me salute
When you see me salute
You aint gotta speak homie when you see me salute.
hot stain from the nonsense
remain conscious
the idiots make idiotic comments
a convict wit a conscious
you lack mores i can see your principles
and not my mines is
so i guess what makes me special
just to get from the curse
like shit to get you rich at first
so put your dick in the dirt
thats why i dont gatta be the greatest of all time
as long as i keep it real in my rhymes im fine
i aint lieing
give me mine and im satisfied
im just happy i got to make before my daddy died
and all things considered
everytime destiny calls i can deliver
not illa a young heart wit a old soul
some hot holes and a cold flow
and as far as keepin it real go
home when you need me
dont forget the proper way to greet me
Ay when you see me, salute me like a general I'm leading the troops
I make this G shit look so easy to do,
and when you see me salute commander and chief conceiling the truth
it don't matter wether the streets or the booth.
When you see me salute
And when you see me salute
When you see me salute
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Alright, okay, I don't dance, no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it round in the air [x2]
[Verse 1: T.I.]
New Akoo outfit with a gucci rag
Tied to my beltloop and my louis bag
Full of stacks rubberbands round big cash
Got a sick swag til tha hataz get mad (come on)
We in the club homes gettin our thug on
Bottles of patron if you grown get your buzz on
We brought the broads out and brought the cars out
I'm like the moon I shine and bring the stars out
When it dark out get the squad out
We ball hard sucka ***** eat ya heart out
I'm too advanced super swag in my louis pants
Ballin now my louis silk shirt match my louis rag
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: T.I.]
In musabi(?) big ballin is my hobby
I'm boppin while I'm walkin rag fallin out my pocket
If big money ain't the topic homie I ain't even talkin
Get it on by the workers but I'm cool with all the bosses
Catch me flossin at the mall talkin to a broad
She follow me and gucci and I taught her how to ball
3 pair shoes 4 shirts 6 rags
Chick said dad that's more in my bag
Shawty I can show you how to spend this bread real fast
Then get a group of chicks to give you head real fast
Silk scarf hangin outa jeans ya'll
Homie I ain't thinkin I'm just doin my thing
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: T.I.]
I took some time off and now I'm back ya'll
While your in the line at the club I'm in the back dawg
And when this song on ballas peel stacks off
And make it rain on them broads watch the stacks fall
And pull your rag out and wave it left, right
Let it sag with ya pants get ya swag just right
Ride bankhead flare flyin out the benz
Once a fool with it we gon'bring em out again
Featuring: T.I., Trey Songz, Young Dro
Strip by T.I Lyrics
Take your close all off
Take your close all off
Take your close all off
Ey, I know you done kicked it with a lot of niggas before
But you ain't never kicked it with a nigga like me
Hey Hey
I see ya baby, throw ya hands up high
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy
Because the rocks go glisten and the drops on 20's
Bend it over let it drop if you wanna roll wit me
I say all my sexy ladies throw ya hands up high
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy
Because it don't get better, niggas don't get cheddar
Like that fella in the yellow, purple label silk sweater
The stones keep glowin' on my wrist like whoa
And she can't stop lookin' I know ya bitch like those
And she chose, ain't no question if ya bitch might blow
Just get her to the crib and get her whole back so (sore)
I'ma blow my dro', I'ma pop my peel
Ask anybody wanna take a shot, I will
Might see me in a different color drop, hot wheel
With the top down low, and the glock concealed
I got my hayabusa racing up the block, one wheel
If the police try to chase me you know they a done deal
I got skills, anybody wanna come test
What's in this .45 will be up in yo chest
A lot of ladies wanna kick it with a nigga so fresh
He could spend a 100k, any day, no stress
The watches is insane, the chain is grotesque
Stay single if you wanna but you gain no cash
If you got a man and you're tired of being there
You done gave him too many chances, you're tired of being fair
i offer you the opportunity to ride with a player
You, me, and a couple of freaks in the ride with a player
Never mind those outside, when they stare
'Cause the chrome 24's on the ride give a glare
Because of one guy, you decided to share
As long as you having the time of your life, who cares
Man, we all sinners, what matters is in the center
I know god see its hard, and I'm a stand up nigga
You can't beat me 'cause you ain't man enough nigga
I look him in the eye and tell him man up nigga
You really getting money? Throw a grand up nigga
Wanna fight? You should've hit me when you ran up nigga
Really swift, don't waste a hammer, body slam fuck niggas
Go and kick it with the hoes and throw ya hands up with 'em
You ain't know me 'cause I live so special
Try to stay low key but it's still so special
Flat screens in the floor, quarter mil' in the dresser
Jewelry box glowing like I loan on treasure
I'm chillin' with Vanessa, met a girl named Heather
Told her "Hi, how ya doin'? Buy a drink? My pleasure"
Told her if she got a home girl go tell her
That I got a hard rug, I could go for-ever
If Vanessa wanna touch it just let her
If she laughed out loud, I'll be shocked if we just met her
Bought the dro', get low, and its only one-fifth
[Verse One: T.I.]
When I think about all my time and all my struggle
Through all my grinding and all my troubles
Man I came up from nothing, all I had was a hustle
With a blindfold trying to find
Pieces to the puzzle no muzzle
I tell it like it is, that's that
Right or wrong I'ma call it like I see it don't forget
That impossible is nothing your environments irrelavant
Just don't let your emotions overpower your intelligence
Refuse to give up, your mistakes don't define you
They don't dictate where your headed they remind you
The Time keep ticking let your mind keep clicking
Never stop thinking be aware of your positions
Be aware of the collisions and the potholes sitting
On the road that you travel on your life long mission
Just listen every day is like a snapshot taken
If you live you can learn to be patient
[Hook: John Legend]
Cuz life is like a slideshow
All the places that I go
And I the things that I know
Through all the highs and low
Cuz life is like a slideshow
All things that I've seen
And all the things that I've dreamed
You can't take away from me
Cuz life is like a slideshow
[Verse Two: T.I.]
As I look back at a fly young cat
Who could rap with a dream look where I took that
Beginning on Bankhead then it spread out
Vision in my head all I had to was get it out
When I walked out of my house and looked at my street
All I seen was opportunity that led me to truency
I ain't really have a role model to infleunce me
Uncle Quinn in prison they say next
It's going be you in it
As I juvenile caught cases so fluently
Look at my life and learn from it don't do it
If I only knew back then what I know now
How much better life would of been if I'da slowed down
Maybe I'da been Kanye instead of seeing Gunplay
But God got a plan, I'll understand one day
But one day of life, like a snapshot taken
Just believe you can make it have faith be patient
[Hook]
[Legend singing]
Ohhhh, ohhh, ohhhhhh~!
Looking back on my lifetime
See the slides go by, sometimes I wonder why
Looking back on where I've been I remember when
Do you remember then
Aye bend that ass over, and let it move back
Come kick it wit me, I'll get your groove back
And give it to me
Show it to me
Give it to me
Show it to me
Give it to me
Show it to me
Aye bend that ass over, and let it move back
Come kick it wit me, I can help you get your groove back
Aye give it to me
Show it to me
Now give it to me
Show it to me
Now give it to me
Hey whatcha doin'?
Give it to me
Show it to me
And let it wiggle 'cause I like it when you do that
Come kick it wit me, I can help you get your groove back
Now give it to me
Show it to me
Now give it to me
Show it to me
Just give it to me
Hey whatcha doin'?
Just give it to me
Show it to me
I got a whack dough flow
Stacks on swole
Five different hoes in Cadillac four door
Niggas think they gonna attack, I got a mac on hold
I'll bust ya in your stomach leave you back on the floor
You see T.I. and Nelly on it, know the track gone blow
Man you niggas barely pro, I don't even practice no more
Aye shawty I was gettin' dough when you was rappin so-so
When you barely had flow I had crack for the low
You can stunt for the audience and act for the hoes
Let me ask you what you gon' do when we ain't actin' no more
Aye when I finish wit you you ain't even gon' be rappin' no more
Aye "How he doin'?, Where he at?" somethin' they ain't askin' no more
Aye picture me not bein' the main attraction no more
That's all the talkin' I care to do to you back to the hoes
Baby drop it back it up til you can't back it no more
You show me you bout that action, I'll throw a stack on the floor
Aye come on in lil mama sit down pay attention
You don't want to get to school, then take your ass to detention
Stick my key in your ignition, I'm crankin' up your engine
I'm pullin' your extensions Now we switchin' up positions
Got an ill technique, in makin' ya knees weak
A non-stop treat until your g-spot leak
To your G4 seat, we'll be back next week
so tell that lame ass nigga you got places to be
So give me your participation, don't need no hesitation
Don't want to be mistaken, ma I'm plannin' on relations
Yea, you rollin' wit the King and the One
Country niggas in the chevy passin' Grey Poupon
Man, we been gettin' dough since we was way too young
The record sales was the mob that'll make me a Don
You see this is why I'm hot, and this is why he not
so mama climb on top, and show me what you got, aye
The independent ladies that can buy their own Mercedes I say
That's the one, that's the one
Country girls that represent, payin' they own rent holla
That's the one, that's the one
For the women constantly poppin' tags with the newest Louis bags yea
That's the one, that's the one
To all the girls who in shape, slim waist, pretty face hey
That's the one, that's the one
Okay
Get it right nigga I don't play
Nigga play the six shooter you oh me hombre
I got
Bitch witt an ass big as beyonce
My money long gettin paid way beyond yey
You pussy niggas gay in some neon shades
So what the fuck I care about for what a peon say
But anytime any place fo five in my waist talk shitt get hit from yo thighs to yo waist and back down
Don't test me dogg I can only be as coo as you let me dog
You betta leave me alone nigga let mew ball before I pull this A.R. and make you wett yo draws
I lett loose this shitt I'll get messy dog
But I'm a shoot in you in yo leg nigga just because
Rather the middle of the mall or your granmama post
Try me when I you see ya boy yo ass gotta go... right now!
[Chorus:]
See you bitches say ok don't trip
I got a clip fo the next nigga hate on tip (right now!) fuck boy what it is what it look like
Chrome dessert eagle got yo pussy ass shook rite
(Rite now!)chest boolet proof vest and all
Tucked in the chevy you don't wanna upset me dog
I got chopper in the back bout one or two glocks ever see me run up on you know you gonna get shott (rite now!)
See hatters finna run out of time betta mind yo damn buisness stay the fuck out of mind
Because... I gotta calla cotted one of a kind
Since niggas livin from the bullets you could bus out a nine
357snugg nose and a new fo fo
To let you know that I ain't fuckin round with you no mo
In the streets or the club bought a g or a dub if you oh me betta pay me or yo ass gettin cuved... (right now!) what you take me fo I'm from the hood I ain't neva been played before
I guess it's obvious you never been sprayed before no appologys should have hollard at me way before
Oh and don't let the tuff talk scare you when I walk up on you nigga buck I dare you
You betta be prepared cause them bullets comin fast you could run jump dash but I'm dumpin on yo ass (right now!)
[Chorus:]
See you bitches say ok don't trip
I got a clip fo the next nigga hate on tip (right now!) fuck boy what it is what it look like
Chrome dessert eagle got yo pussy ass shook rite
(Rite now!)chest boolet proof vest and all
Tucked in the chevy you don't wanna upset me dog
I got chopper in the back bout one or two glocks ever see me run up on you know you gonna get shott (rite now!)
Coward situation like a mob boss bring the sawed off tare niggas body parts off
Sittin in the dark till he dropp his broad then the street sweeper come and tear doors to his car off
It starts off small talk till drift shawt blood loss cutt the circulation to yo heart off
I ain't finna play boy yo ass betta pray I ain't waitin another day the gage finna spray right now... hu since you wann make a big scene I'm a bust the car with fifteens till yo shitt lean
Deliver sixteens to yo misceens 12 to yo geans that every nigga in yo click seen
Man I heard every nigga in yo click sceam runnin like a horro flick on the big screen
You niggas ain't raw
I don't buy none a that bullshit you tellin' me
King you'll never be, I can see you niggas ain't raw
Hell naw, give a damn who you go and get
Real niggas know it we can notice that you niggas ain't raw
Even know now you 'posed to be down with so and so
Still the same lame from a year ago, I know you ain't raw
You ain't graduated with the gladiators, you just practice for the young assassinators
You know you ain't raw
Fuck that shit you tellin' us
I know you ain't shit as us
You ain't no competitor, that shit there ain't scarin' us
You bought ya self a slaughterin' a coffin's what you headed for
You ain't wanna die well nigga what you pull a weapon for?
Just cause we the niggas all of yo hoe bitches checkin' for
and ain't nobody real niggas rather hear instead of us
You ain't out shinin us, you ain't out sellin' us
A lot of niggas do it don't nobody do it well as us
Hater wanna flex with us
Let em get vested up
Hit em with the choppa chest and up, bet I wet cha up
Let cha partna get cha up, ain't nobody catchin' us
But this some shit I'm bound to receive a lethal injection for
King of the whole thing, fuck whoever steppin' up
Give a damn whoever behind him, care about who catchin' up
Long as I'm alive the second best you have to settle for
Come on now you really think you betta, bruh
I got 44's glowing on a boat just goin'
This bitch, his bitch, and yo bitch blowin'
Young pimpin' get dough like his last name Cohen
My fan base spread and the shit kept growing
that what got me getting head in the vessel
of the G4 again hook a hustle up with investors
now there he go again
Twenty million later I guessin' it finally soakin' in
unless you just a hater who mad at me cause he broke again
Sellin' all his jewelry considerin' sellin' dope again
cuz he was ballin' out of control and posed to be focusin'
Wanna be the king by default they hopin' for openin'
Pray the see the day they hear me say I never flow again
But au contraire I guarantee one year after another they'll suffer as long as I'm here
[T.I. - Verse 1]
I got a corkscrew swag, they see me and get it poppin'
I wear their ass out and in the morning take 'em shoppin'
Treat a hoe so sweet, they wit' me they spoilt rotten
They wanna be my baby, call me daddy no adoption
Shawty raw, for, at it all costs
Hit the club twice as fly as anybody I saw
Training wheels on the hustle I will never fall off
You can keep ya p-ssy baby, give me all?
I'm young dumb, cold as they come
Treat me like the drummer, give me some would ya hun'
Yeah I'm hung but I still get sprung with the tongue
F-ck her good all night, even the sun finna come
[Hook]
I'm on fire and ice cold
A black Benz, a white Rolls
Like loose women, and tight clothes
Say I'm the bomb bitch, I'm dynamite pyro
(Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang...)
I'm dynamite, pyro
(Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang...)
I'm the bomb bitch, I'm dynamite, pyro
[T.I. - Verse 2]
Rock a bad bitch, you with me, what's there name? who cares?
Treat 'em like Twix, I'm coming in pairs
Go insane in that p-ssy but I never go fair
Yep, ? so rare shawty aint even fair
Everywhere you see I be, I get that don't handle my B.I.
Money small thing to a giant, Eli
G4 flying, I don't never see the kids
I take a nigga little bitch and buy her a little Prius, yes
Dat aint on fire like we is
Certified flyer, recognise us where you see us
Take no shit, no how, no way
We TNT C4, Okaaay
[Hook]
[T.I. - Verse 2]
Party at the presidential, if you with it, lets get it
No matter where you live, I'm the hottest in your city
They talking 'bout they balling and their flossing but I live it
I sit her in that Phantom, get her out that Honda Civic
In the VIP I'm chillin', everythang ice cold
Black chicks, ? bitches, Asian broads, white hoes
F-ck wit' hoes who like hoes, only if they tight though
Purse game insane, shoe game pyscho
Black on black, credit card on deck
And a Black Maybach on the Boulevard
? in the chain, filled wit' clear stones
Hero as I can be, H.N.I.C?
I gone
Wow(yea) look at all this money(I feelz you)
I bet you like how that fitz your forehead huh?
Doe money, street money
I'm a boss bitch
I tell you what...
[Chorus:]
I'm on the tour and exotic dreams (dreams)
From public clubs I'm making it rain(rain)
I'm here so much that ya'll know my name I'm so ya'll finally call me mr.propane
Me and my three amigos to magic city we go
We know all this money
We go we gone probably pur some migos
And all this luie be so fly
Look like we moving kilo
Came with three chicks and
Left with two or three hoes
[Verse:]
Ha ha aha
50 large and a rubberband
Pick a bunch of brodds and let em dance and let em stand to the side or what ever man
Some light some dark some cinnamon I brought a bottle from the bar like a gentlemen four door five more I can get her man haters in the corner like whatever himon man can go where ever man seen me where we can ran on the weather man
[Chorus:]
I'm on the tour and exotic dreams (dreams)
From public clubs I'm making it rain(rain)
I'm here so much that ya'll know my name I'm so ya'll finally call me mr.propane
Me and my three amigos to magic city we go
We know all this money
We go we gone probably pur some migos
And all this luie be so fly
Look like we moving kilo
Came with three chicks and
Left with two or three hoes
[Verse:]
Okay ready set ball
Sack this tall
Picks six chicks tell em drop
Them grallz
Yea I like them too but I gotta get ya'll
Why shoulda pick and choose when I can just get em all
Let them fat cats eat my big dog I be in waitin the parking lot jet call in a drop top ghetto drop fall
Looking hot enough to get ya lot pissed off I'm so fly I'm so raw to the point that it seens like I'm fronting and showing off remember I told ya'll I'm out of control ya'll
I'm wanting to blow ya'll these hundreds I throw braws
You can have that I give theses playa haters something to be mad at I laugh at it yo guard of the night life hit me on the right night neck full of nice ice fucking up ya eye sight
[Chorus:]
I'm on the tour and exotic dreams (dreams)
From public clubs I'm making it rain(rain)
I'm here so much that ya'll know my name I'm so ya'll finally call me mr.propane
Me and my three amigos to magic city we go
We know all this money
We go we gone probably pur some migos
And all this luie be so fly
Look like we moving kilo
Came with three chicks and
Left with two or three hoes
[Drive:]
Gutter pulling
Money's nothing
See theses haters
Show them something
Scrat on deck we'll
Bang your head don't
Get it twisted you heard
What I said (it's the king)
[Chorus:]
I'm on the tour and exotic dreams (dreams)
From public clubs I'm making it rain(rain)
I'm here so much that ya'll know my name I'm so ya'll finally call me mr.propane
(wow look at all this money
I bet your like how that fit your forehead huh?
Doe money, street money
I'm a boss bitch)
Me and my three amigos to magic city we go
We know all this money
We go we gone probably pur some migos
And all this luie be so fly
Look like we moving kilo
Came with three chicks and
Left with two or three hoes
[Yung Joc:]
Look, we all go through trials and tribulations. I don't know too many people in the hood that can fill up there motherfuckin' gas tank right now, know what I'm talking bout. I woke up this morning and listened to this record and said "damn man". I could' a jumped on this shit and talked about me but you know what, I know a nigger that going through a lot of pain right now. Let me speak my mind hey tip yeah. A lot of niggers scared to say thank you, but I 'ain't though, cause of you I can go places that they can't go. You took me on the king tour with you appreciated, you looked me eye to eye and said "Joc be patient". But I was anxious dawg, and I'm feeling guilty, but when I jumped on stage big fill will be still livin'. I saw your man shot, we lost a good nigger I heard in the pain in your voice when I called to what's good with you. What do you know '07 rolls around we get big cake fuckin' all the bad hoes around. Yeah, I seen's big's with ya I should a let you know, tip I don't trust that nigga that's the reason I had to let him go. BET awards right here now ATL, 20 minutes later T.I. goes to jail, damn. I just seen that nigga, now 20 under cover's on the scene for that nigga.
[Chorus: T.I.]
I ain't dead (naw)
I ain't done (naw)
I ain't scared (of what!)
I ain't run (from who!)
But still I stand (yeah)
No matterr what people here I am... (Yeah)
No matter what remember
I ain't break (neva)
I ain't fold (neva)
They hate me mo' (so!)
Yeah I know... (haha)
Here I go (yeah)
No matter what shawty here I go (hah)
No matter what shawty
You let the blog sites and the magazines tell it
I'm sho to be in jail till 2027
Rather see me in a cell
In stead of this new McLaren
God'll take you through hell just to get you to heaven
So even know it's heavy the load I will carry
Grin and still bear it
Win and still share it
Apologies to the fans I hope you can understand it
Life can change ya directions
Even when you ain't planned it
All you can do is handle it
The worst thing you could do is panic
Use it to your advantage
Avoid insanity manage to conquer
Every obstacle
Make impossible possible
Even when winnings illogical
Losing's still far from optional
Yeah they wanna see you shot up in the hospital
But one life throw punches, block ya counter like a boxer do
Been locked inside mi casa too long
I did a song to make it known that the king lives on
[Chorus]
Even in sollitude
There's still no hotter dude
I show you how to do
What you do
You ain't got a clue
All you do is follow dudes
Sound like a lot of dudes
I weather whateva storm
Make it out without a bruise
I understand why
Now with my hands tied
Dey take shots cause if I'm out there it's a land slide
But revenge is best served as a cold dish
And suckas will get served you better know this
Guess it was understood for me it was over with
But I don't quit if ya ain't notice yet
They couldn't wait to say good night shawty
So they can try to rhyme act and look like shawty
Go get a beat from Toomp? and make a hook like shawty
Before ya know it I'm back
What it look like shawty
I lost my partna and my daughter in the same year
Somehow I rise above my problems and remain here
Yeah and I hope the picture painted clear
If ya heart filled with faith then ya can't fear
Wonder how I face years and I'm still chillen
Easy, let go and let god deal with it
(We're gonna skate to one song, one song only)
(Ball so hard ma'fuckas wanna fine me)
[T.I.:]
Hey!
Ay, man, I'unno what done happened, uh
I guess y'all musta caught amnesia in my absence, I ain't been gone that long, have I?
Well, just for your reminder, how 'bout the crown meet The Throne right here?
Let's get it
Call me T.I. or CPR, I'm killin' shit, even in prison, I'm still the shit
Betta reconi', King in the buildin', bitch, act like you know, are you serious?
I (ball so hard), my ankle hurt, don't buy a car if I ain't the fir'
In the country with' it, one, two, three bitches to watch me while I painted her
I (ball so hard), they hate to see me, on the stage, Jay-Z, Kanye with' me
You know I (ball so hard), Tip is scary, merci beaucoup in Par-ee
Parlez-vous francais, I say, menage a trois today, I say
I (ball so hard), how I depart? Maybach chauffeured, I ain't got to par'
So raw, so official, dawg, them lames can't do nothin' with' you, dawg
She all on me, better get your broad, don't like that, blow yo' whistle, dawg
I (ball so hard), no referee'll throw no flag, ain't no techs for me
I keep them suckas upset with' me, them racks back on deck, you be' belee' that I...
Ball so hard ma'fuckas wanna fine me
That shit cray (What, 'Ye?)
That shit cray (Haaaa)
That shit cray
Ball so hard ma'fuckas wanna fine me
That shit cray (Huh, what, 'Ye?)
That shit cray (Yeah, yeah)
That shit cray (Go, ay!)
[Jay-Z:]
Ball so hard ma'fuckas wanna fine me, but first niggas gotta find me
What's fitty grand to a ma'fucka like me, can you please remind me?
Ball so hard, this shit crazy, y'all don't know that don't shit phase me
The Nets could go 0-for-82, when I look at you, like, this shit gravy
Ball so hard, this shit weird, we ain't even pose' beat here
Ball so hard, but since we here, it's only right that we be fair
Psycho, I'm liable to go Michael, take ya pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game Six
Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolies that don't tick-tock
Audemars that's losin' time, hidden behind all these big rocks
Ball so hard, I'm shocked, too, I'm supposed to be locked up, too
You escape what I escaped, you'd be in Paris gettin' fucked up too
Ball so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice for like six days
Gold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick Js
Balled so hard, bitch, behave, just might let you meet 'Ye
Chi-town's D. Rose, so I'm movin' the Nets to BK
Ball so hard ma'fuckas wanna fine me
That shit cray
That shit cray
That shit cray
Ball so hard ma'fuckas wanna fine me
That shit cray
That shit cray
That shit cray
[Kanye West:]
She said, "'Ye, can we get married at the mall? "
I said, "Look, you need to crawl 'fore you ball
Come and meet me in the bathroom stall
And show me why you deserve to have it all"
(Ball so hard) That shit cray (That shit cray) Ain't it, Jay?
(Ball so hard) What she order? (What she order?) Fish filet
(Ball so hard) "Yo' whip so cold! " (Whip so cold!) This old thing?
Act you'll ever be around motherfuckers like this again
Bougie girl, grab my hand, fuck that bitch, she don't wanna dance
'Scuse my French, but I'm in France (Haha) I'm just sayin'
Prince William's ain't do it right, if you ask me
'Cause I was him I woulda (Married Kate and Ashley)
What's Gucci, my nigga? What's Louis, my killa?
What's drugs, my dealer? What's that jacket, Margiela?
Doctors say I'm the illest, 'cause I'm sufferin' from realness
Got my niggas in Paris, and they goin' gorillas (Hunh?)
(I don't even know what that means!)
(No one knows what it means)
(But it's provocative)
(No, it's not)
(Gets the people goin')
Ball so hard ma'fuckas wanna fine me
Ball so hard ma'fuckas wanna fine me
You are now watchin' the throne, don't let me get in my zone
Don't let me get in my zone, don't let me get in my zone
These other niggas is lyin', actin' like the summer ain't mine
(I got that hot bitch in my home) You know how many hot bitches I own?
Don't let me get in my zone, don't let me get in my zone
Don't let me get in my zone, don't let me get in my zone
The stars is in the buildin', they hands is to the ceilin'
I know I'm 'bout to kill it, "How you know? " I got that feelin'
You are now watchin' the throne, don't let me enter my zone
Don't let me enter my zone, I'm definitely in my zone
I'm lookin' for the country girls
Go shorty do your thing now
City girls
Go shorty do your thing now
Sexy girls
Go shorty, do your thing now
Pretty girls
I need that one that'll make ya heart stop when you see her
She can get a pick of the 'llac or the Modena
I'll give it all from two to fo'-seaters
It ain't gotta be Halloween, I'm trickin' just to treat her
Jealousy in the urr, other girls wanna be her
She young right now, she's an up-and-comin' diva
She ain't gotta measure up, but she gotta be off the meter
But if I can dance with Cindy, I can dance with Shaquita
'Cause I know I can, I shall, I will
I feels, I can, I felt
I plays with a whole lotta mil's
You ain't talkin 'bout nothin' if you ain't talkin'
'bout dollar bills, hey!
Shorty glow shine, so fine, you gotta keep her, hey!
Pretty toed, half black, half senorita, hey!
Coochie so good, make it hard for you to leave her
I'm a playa so even if I'm losin' I never cheat her, uhh
Girls, girls, fly girls, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pretty toes all around the world
I'm lookin' for the country girls
Go shorty do your thing now
City girls
Go shorty, do your thing now
Sexy girls
Go shorty, do your thing now
Pretty girls
T I P be off the meter when he sharp as a needle
In a new two-seater, pissin' on niggaz ego
I don't wanna rap no mo', I'm CEO
No mo' menage-a-trois, the full trio
Three ho, get in they mind like Miss Cleo
You know, nigga try a hold like Judo, oh!
I know a lot of nigga hot about me
I know you niggaz ain't forgot about me
I'm a shouter with the O's and the dro
And the blow and the, Jag-O and get the clothes out the sto'
Anyway, I got a bottle of mo' and X-O
And I'm lookin' for a modelin' ho, so let's go
Six nights, six flights, six shows
Six checks, each one, six O's
Six broads to choose, they six pros
Light-skinned Asian bitches with pink toes
Girls, girls, fly girls, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pretty toes all around the world
I'm lookin' for the country girls
Go shorty, do your thing now
City girls
Go shorty, do your thing now
Sexy girls
Go shorty, do your thing now
Pretty girls
There's so many fly girls I've seen around the world
I gotta get me a girl, I gotta get me a girl
Nikki, Tasha, Kiki, and Laverne and Cheryl
I gotta get me a girl, I gotta get me a girl
Now I done been around the world twice, back again
Whoever thought I'd be twenty times platinum
Whoever thought I'd have jewels but I lack a gem
I done dealt with plenty dimes, but I lack the ten
A New York chick, I met her through the fashion biz
And we be doin' them type of thangs, you can't imagine shit
She be bitin' and screamin' 'cause she's so passionate
Shorty got blue eyes but she's African, African, African
Girls, girls, fly girls, yeah, yeah yeah
Pretty toes all around the world
I'm lookin' for the country girls
Go shorty, do your thing now
City girls
Go shorty, do your thing now
Sexy girls
Go shorty, do your thing now
Pretty girls
We wanna thank all the ladies for comin' out tonight
Every one that, you know, open-toed, inch-heel stiletto
Maybe you might have a open-toed sandal
Or maybe you just runnin' to the grocery sto' in your house shoes
With your feet out, girl you lookin' good
There's so many fly girls I've seen around the world
I gotta get me a girl , I gotta get me a girl
Nikki, Tasha, Kiki and Laverne and Cheryl
I gotta get me a girl, I gotta get me a girl
[T.I]
My section in the club, Remy, Rose
When you’re all ready say go, okay
Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop
Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop
You see him standing on the furniture doing his thing
Tell the club owner, f-ck yo’ crouch, Rick James n-gga
Pop a bottle, make that thing go bloaw
Let her drink it till she drown
Atta girl gon’ wild, pop a bottle
Bow, bow, bow
[T.I - Verse 1]
Bring the 1738 Champagne the boss
Watch ya gettin’ money make it rain buy a bottle
Pop a cork, dork
If I may retort
I ball just as hard tomorrow as the day before
I pop bottles but I dont pour
Save the glass for guys, we ballin’ on a budget
F-ck it, let your glasses rise
I’m straight to the head with mine, why you acting surprised
Ask any hoe who know me, all I do is smash and ride
Buckets of bubbly, shake it up and let it splash in the eyes
No subtraction, only cash to divide
We gettin’ money, bank roll, supersized
Whether rain, sleet, sunny
Let the good times roll and the bottles keep coming
[Chorus]
My section in the club, Remy, Rose
When you’re all ready say go, okay
Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop
Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop
You see him standing on the furniture doing his thing
Tell the club owner, f-ck yo’ crouch, Rick James n-gga
Pop a bottle, make that thing go bloaw
Let her drink it till she drown
Atta girl gon’ wild, pop a bottle
Bow, bow, bow
[Drake]
Yeah, okay, bring that sh-t to poppa
I heard you talk bout other n-ggas
Them other n-gga no matter
The tag team back b-tch, boom shakalaka
Me and Weezy run this bitch so bring me one soda and vodka
And a fuji for my n-gga cause the police probably watching
Man, probation is a bitch but going back is not an option
We be sunning all these n-ggas, put there ass up for adoption
And we start with straight shots, that get the bottle poppin’
We be working all night, telethon sh-t
Roll a super skinny once you ?
Oooh, thats that fire, that have you calm sh-tm
You with a lot of dudes, that’s that Elton John sh-t
Ahhh, to each his own, I like a fruit thats grown
I like a bad b-tch from a decent home
Me and Tip, thats that pimpin’ that we preachin’ on
And everybody tryna listen n-gga, speakerphone
[Chorus]
My section in the club, Remy, Rose
When you’re all ready say go, okay
Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop
Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop
You see him standing on the furniture doing his thing
Tell the club owner, f-ck yo’ crouch, Rick James n-gga
Pop a bottle, make that thing go bloaw
Let her drink it till she drown
Atta girl gon’ wild, pop a bottle
Bow, bow, bow
[T.I.]
I know the sucker wish the judge threw the book at me
Cause I show up to the club, super cool, look at me
Everything brand new, you get money like who?
Spent 150 on my car and my Audemar too
When I walk up in the spot, aint nobody saw you
They see me like “there he go”
Look at you like ” ahh who?”
Bought every bottle at the bar
Shortie you know how I do
I take em all across your , I aint finna argue
Still big sh-t poppin, nothing changed but my clothes
Triple digits in my pocket, rubber band bank roll
Tell the bitch I take you places where your man can’t go
Can’t be, he aint doing sh-t, if he aint me
Cant you see the difference between us when I walkin to the door
Your twenty thousand worth of ones, start letting money go
Let it fly, throw some twenty when my one running low
Fifty stack, I’mma show you how to ball, triple that
[Chorus]
My section in the club, Remy, Rose
When you’re all ready say go, okay
Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop
Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop
You see him standing on the furniture doing his thing
Tell the club owner, f-ck yo’ crouch, Rick James n-gga
Pop a bottle, make that thing go bloaw
Let her drink it till she drown
Atta girl gon’ wild, pop a bottle
Verse 1: T.I.]
See a party ain't a party til the doc walk in it
It's hard to get it started til I hopped off in it
Then it got so crunk one minute
Since ya dead, get the witnesses just listen
I came in hot, then I saw
As soon as I arrived then this shit popped off
Shit popped off
It's officially a gangsta party
You can lean, she came to party
Then the shit popped off (popped off)
Shit popped off (popped off)
Niggas hands in the air, bitches takin' tops off
Put the chronic in the air and the shit popped off
[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]
It's been a while since you heard these beats
You're malnourished
But he's back now, to flood these streets
He shall flourish
Others try but they lack courage
In fact, this track was on the back burner at least
So back to the lab I had to go
But it was too magical, so
Here, doctor smackable's back, ask if it's tactical, sure is
Girl, I hope your vaginal has indoors
Cause I'm about to do somethin' tragical
Rest assure this
The homie hit the OE flow, you know me from before
But you don't know me like this, so do see do
Get on top of me and ride me like a rodeo, ho
I'll have you OD'ing on dick, this belong to your soul
For loneliness, I'll kill your loneliness
But only just for one night
Yeah, that was fun, right? But I gotta go
I got a bottle of Mo and fo' mo' lil' mommy's
Lookin' like models, waitin' at the do' inside of my ho-tel
All ready to swallow and yo, follow the flow and traffic to the top flo'
And you gonna smell a lot of Merlot, a lot of chronic for sho'
Gin and tonic so from the top to the bottom, let's go
[Hook]
Order some more bottles, come on momma
Would you like a drink on me?
To me it's no problem if you wanna baby come and drink with me
She take it off at the do', she take it off at the do'
Get that ass on the flo', go, go
To me, there's no problem if you wanna, baby come drink with me
[Verse 3: T.I]
Bright lights, late nights
Drop auto-mobiles outside hotels with a lot of hoes
Bottles poured, blow a lot of dro, no powder though
Everywhere you tryin' to go, I been a long time ago
Swag done surpassed, my style is so spazz, I pop tags daily
Drop Phantom, four eighty
Walk up in the place, and all the ladies go crazy
Want to get impregnated but all they need is throat babies
They runnin' up and askin' me
"Is it true you know Shady
Dr. Dre be hangin' out with you, for real? How chill"
Like a magnet attracted to a nigga gettin' money
I tell 'em, "Neal down, suck a nigga dick or somethin'"
Rubberband poppin' off the bank roll
Hoppin' out the champagne Rolls, with the automatic do's
Pockets on swoll, both wrists so froze
King of the South, balls out on the West Coast
Let's toast
[Hook]
Order some more bottles, come on momma
Would you like a drink on me?
To me it's no problem if you, baby come and drink with me
She take it off at the do', she take it off at the do'
Get that ass on the flo', go, go
To me, there's no problem if you wanna, baby come drink with me
You can have the time of your life, it's alright
Make it a night to remember, how couldn't you remember?
You can have the time of your life, it's alright
[Intro:]
Ay count that money for me partner
Ay Ross make sure that nigga got that shit right, ya hear me?
Ay, let a motherfucker go ding, that's a 150 thou
Yeah, that shit should add up to about 5.4
I be right back, I'm finna go get dressed
Tell tha nigga to gas up tha jet
[Chorus: T.I.]
I stay on my grind cause that come first
If he get outta line his feelings finna get hurt
All that's on my mind is get that dough
He try me I'm a take you places you don't wanna go
56 stacks of more and I'm in your town
Just to shake some booty home but it finna go down
Hear that click clack roll, better get back fast
Have attention when you see me pledge allegiance to the swag
Pledge allegiance to the swag [x8]
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Ay, I do my thang you don't know
Off the motherfuckin' chain, play the game how it go
I ain't in the game still I'm a problem on the low
Whip them thangs well just know I know who got it for the low
Triple O.G. so sucker free, I swear
You don't know me homie you can get the fuck from round here
I don't care who you will, who you with or who you know
Let's be clear, I'm a motherfuckin' G and you a hoe
Keep that Remy XO pulled up, bankrolled, swole up
Smell money in the air soon as I roll up, ayyy
I'm the coolest in the city bitch
While you lame trippin' on that goofy stupid silly shit
Who you ever seen it really did, super fly filthy rich, any with it killin' shit
Came in that bitch with my ego and got cash
I demand you to raise your hand and
Pledge Allegiance To The Swag
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
World got no money call me David Copperfield
A bitch'll disappear or the bitch will disappear
We control the corners, that's usual politics
Push a button from the mansion, hit you with a hollow tip
We two different niggas, I'm servin', he sniffing his
And I love that new Bugatti, how that bitch be shifting gears
Movin' how I move, I fuck with a selected few
Aviators and Audemars, tha bezel flourescent blue
Down south nigga, had to climb up out the barrel
Outfox these niggas, now we rock out on apparrel
Pledge allegiance to the swag cause this shit is top notch
Jumpin' in and outta bitches like I'm playin' hopscotch
Jumpin' in and outta sixes like I got a car lot
And I got the type of digits that your bitch'll dial by
Young niggas bow down to the kings
In the presence of a Don, pay respect, kiss my ring
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: T.I.]
The Enzo off set, neck, wrist frosty
Deal ain't hundred mil, you ain't talkin' bout shit
Nigga wanna beef, he get the whole cal quick
If you talking bout some paper step into my office
On some pimp house shit, written out chicks,
Fuck 'em from behind, they be spitting out dick
Excuse me now but if I may make an announcement
I smoke no more but when I did I was blowin' ounces of gas
Ask the feds what I had when they found me
We down with whatever, don't interrupt my countin'
Ballin' on a daily basis, call my accountant
Only time you make it rain when you throwin' change in a fountain
Flow sick, crazy, derranged, need counselin'
He say I ain't all that, she say I'm outstandin'
Them lames all cheesy, square's outta season
When you see my swag, nigga, pledge your allegiance
[Chorus]
[Talking: T.I]
Ay my nigga I'm the type of stars and stripes you know what I'm saying,
You come fuck with me on that bullshit you'll be seeing Stars and Stripes nigga, you understand that nigga, say I'm lying, think it's a game if you want to partna
Ay Ross I see you my nigga, I bump that Maybach music nigga when I'm playing music in my Maybach, ya dig
Aye listen, all you other sucker ass nigga homeboys
I don't see you dogg, you transparent, translucient dog
My nigga get out my way nigga let money get through here dog
You understand
Say you niggas ain't even on my motherfucking resume dog
Aye my nigga if I did take you out the game it was my pleasure to move you out my God Damn way you know what I'm saying
Niggas say no more homes
Nigga you could have died in the hand of another man, you know what I'm saying
Nigga I'm the best thing that ever happen to you, nigga
You know, say homeboy
My worst motherfucking mistake was the best you ever hope for
Know what I'm saying, I forgot more shit than you could remember
Nigga, I got more motherfucking money in my chain draw than you got in your God damn bank roll nigga
Nigga anytime you want to nigga I match my change to your muthaufcking dollars see who come up first know what I'm saying
Big bank take little bank nigga wassup nigga?
These niggas thought I was just talkin when I came in this mufucka talkin that Cage shit nigga
Look at me know nigga what you see nigga?
Huh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get your pen out take notes nigga
Don't Hate nigga! Ha!
Fuck that bullshit, Partna.
It's the mufucka...
Aye man, Jay... Ay, Jay talkin bout...
Jay say he made the Blueprint my nigga
This the motherfuckin' Foundation nigga, ok?
Yeah, everything else would be built up off of this shit nigga.
All Red-y yeah, yeah
Say no more nigga everything understood don't need to be explained
Ross I got you nigga, say no more
It's all good my nigga
Grand Hustle PSC For Life Bitch Nigga!
West Side!
It's on one bank here nigga
Count, I told you! Didn't I motherfuckin' tell you? yeah!
Aight then, I'll holla at ya'll niggas on the motherfucking Flipside nigga!
Whatever you are, im sorry im gone
Them bitches say they miss me, tell em shawty not long
Got them so tunrt on till they so turnt out
Casue im so tunrt up and im burnin that loud
I pull up, hop out, all the bitches like wow
Catch me at [?] chow up in vegas in town
Its a sold out crowd bitches from the front row
Up to the nose bleeds and they all wanna go
No they all wanna go, I make em say
Ay, they all they wanna go, ay don't they trey
Hey if your girl wanna go tell her say
And if that brad wanna go she should say
Now from LA to the bay, I make em say
And from New York to MIA, bitches say
From Chi Town to the D, bitches scream
San Louis Houston do you wanna go with me
[Verse 1]
Hey you can catch me in Atlanta with my pedal to the floor
On that 5,99 guts like a bloody nose
Ain't no secret how I kick it nigga everybody know
Bout my paper sorry no time for you haters gotta go
When im on the westcoat in that ghost on that low
One 5 for a movie, quarter mil for a show
Gotta pill in a bottle for the road for a ho
Sweet heart to a lady, still hard on a ho
Thank god for my lady I know they be on that radio wiling
While we chilling somewhere on an island, smiling
On a big dot is he really that hot
Ain't you too niggga guess not
Bitches hopin on my dick, 'fore I hop up out the car
Walk away with 5 or 6 as im passing by the bars
See im tuggin on my zipper as I fire up my cigar
Lets get this straight, you go get naked get it crackin till tomorrow
[Hook]
Whatever you are, im sorry im gone
Them bitches say they miss me, tell em shawty not long
Got them so tunrt on till they so turnt out
Casue im so tunrt up and im burnin that loud
I pull up, hop out, all the bitches like wow
Catch me at [?] chow up in vegas in town
Its a sold out crowd bitches from the front row
Up to the nose bleeds and they all wanna go
No they all wanna go, I make em say
Ay, they all they wanna go, ay don't they trey
Hey if your girl wanna go tell her say
And if that brad wanna go she should say
Now from LA to the bay, I make em say
And from New York to MIA, bitches say
From Chi Town to the D, bitches scream
San Louis Houston do you wanna go with me
[Verse 2]
I'm either running for my life or I'm just waiting to die
I'm the supplier of the fire if you're chasing a high
It's never, when or why, it's the way that he die
Did he stand like a man till the day that he die
Or was he reaching for guns or trying to run
Or was he outside on the lawn in front of his son
And if ya, running your mouth you can die in the slum
Cuz in the, south where I'm from they dying for crumbs
You can die for your Patna's or die for ya moms
Or you could die cuz your nigga just heard the alarm, just stealing
Or die in a plane they say it's a bomb
When they run it into a tower, they just say it's Saddam
Screaming Allah the moment that it's hitting the building
With total disregard for all men women and children
See niggaz get killed when, people mix they money with feelings
I'm filling my money up in the wall some in the ceiling
I'm just one of the millions of niggaz who ?
It's a war going on and they killing for nothing
We were in denial all awhile they where flicking the buttons
I'd rather be dying for something instead of living for nothing
End of discussion
Hey, ain't no more talk
Just start killing niggaz off till ain't no more chalk
Or no mo' tape, to outline no mo' scenes
Or no mo' crimes, no mo' dying for no mo' phenes
Or no mo' rims and thing's and no mo' green
And no mo' chains and ring's that go bling bling
And no mo' passionate rapping and so it seems
It's just these talent less rappers they all acting
And I know, so ain't no mo' talk
Just start killing niggaz off till ain't no mo' chalk
Or no mo' tape, to outline no mo' scenes
Or no mo' crimes, no mo' dying for no mo' phenes
Or no mo' rims and thing's and no mo' green
And no mo' chains and ring's that go bling bling
And no mo' passionate rapping and so it seems
It's just these talent less rappers they all acting
And I know
Yeah they said it wasn't no mo' green for no mo' grind
No mo' room for no mo' kings and no more crown to be given but by no means
Am I any more conceited than this game needed
And if I say it believe it, I'm running the region, you see it
Popping and blowing, I'm stopping I'm going
I'm just, telling, you knowing, you sleeping, or hating
And I don't care what you niggaz is thinking or saying
About, you know who, the one who say you know what, do you know where
But you the best cuz you goin' care
Now I ain't think so either, but we know greed'll make ya
Do strange thang's if we ain't people
And if ya, busting bout nothing, than we ain't equal
You just cussing for nothing and poisoning people
And it's embarrassing laughing at all of your songs
There's no mercy on me
No crying myself to sleep
No mercy on me
Nightmares have become my dreams
No mercy for me
Good morning reality
Will I wake we'll never know
I'm late for my date with destiny
Let me go
Let me go
You've got to let me go
Right or wrong
Let me go
I'm on my path
Let me go
T.I (Verse 1)
My mama loved me more than I do
She said you pap was jus like you
Trapped in a vicious circle
Jesus youngest disciple
Tell the judge if he throwed the book at me
Make it the bible
Start calling myself the king
For lack of a better title
Loyal beyond belief to my detriment
It's so vital I change or blow opportunities
Like a choir recital
Now while I do not care who telling
Meanwhile selling powder puts food in the bellies
Well it's unfortunate
The orphanage couldn't keep up the mortgages
Kid go to school stupid they teachers ignoring it
Sorta just doomed, forced into being a goon, selling kush in a jar
Mixing up (guitar?) in a balloon
Consumed with the same way of life I left
Everything I know now learned by myself
All you see are the whips
The Maseratis Ferraris
So they don't sympathise
Don't nobody feel sorry
No mercy
[Chorus]
There's no mercy on me
No crying myself to sleep
No mercy on me
Nightmares have become my dreams
No mercy for me
Good morning reality
Will I wake we'll never know
I'm late for my date with destiny
Let me go
Let me go
You've got to let me go
Right or wrong
Let me go
I'm on my path
Let me go
There's no mercy on me
No crying myself to sleep
No mercy on me
Nightmares have become my dreams
No mercy for me
Good morning reality
Will I wake we'll never know
I'm late for my date with destiny
Let me go
Let me go
You've got to let me go
Right or wrong
Let me go
I'm on my path
Let me go
[Verse]
Everybody's standing and waiting an they're hating
Gospels say they should forgive me
They'd rather hand me to satan
Blatant displays the day of hypocrisy
Boy you got to be kidding
Could it be possibly the second coming of Pac is me?
Remember That
When he was here
And when he died you realised you need him here
God with me partner
Ain't no one for me to fear
Hindsight 20/20
Future not as clear
But I'm a rider till I die
Put bullets 'tween my eye
I just ask that I can make my peace with god and say goodbye
Forgot the world like lady Di
Hone the day he died
His wife and sons and daughters know that every day he tried
To be a person nah they wanted better verses
They could market to the merchants
But when they closed curtains
You could be for certain ain't nobody perfect
But when you're rich nobody gives a shit
No Mercy
[Chorus]
There's no mercy on me
No crying myself to sleep
No mercy on me
Nightmares have become my dreams
No mercy for me
Good morning reality
Will I wake we'll never know
I'm late for my date with destiny
Let me go
Let me go
You've got to let me go
Right or wrong
Let me go
I'm on my path
Let me go
There's no mercy on me
No crying myself to sleep
No mercy on me
Nightmares have become my dreams
No mercy for me
Good morning reality
Will I wake we'll never know
I'm late for my date with destiny
Let me go
You've got to let me go
Let me go
Let me go
Bet yall niggas don't remember these wit Run-DMC...
Naw, I ain't wit dem no mo...What they is now...MY AIR FORCES
Walk through the hood at night
I dont like 'em laced tight, but they feel alright
Outta sight, all white, steeping swaging my strap
I got the four in my lap cause I stay in the trap
Like guess and heavy starch thrity-four in the way
With thrirty six so I can fit this forty-four on my waste
If I waste something one 'em I'ma throw 'em away
Pull a fresh pair out the trunk, and buy some more in a day
And I wear'em like I bought 'em, I don't lace 'em or nuthin'
Got bitches wonderin' why I don't call, I don't chase 'em or nuthin'
Funky fresh MC, I bet you see
T.I.P with a fresh new pair of Nike Airs on his feet
And when you see me in the streets, you know you looked at a star
The way the Congo and Polo the checks is even matching my car
Ahhhh, back to the subject though
I just letting you know about my air forces
Don't care how many shoes I get, when all else fails dem the shoes I pick
And I walk like so I don't bruise my kicks
I got alot but none fit like my Air Forces
Brand new O-Eyed Benz
Where in less there ain't a pair in every store I check
Gotta outfit, wanna make sure I'm fresh
Well you know I gotta go get my Air Forces
All white trimmed in gray
Bubbled laced to the top on with me
All day, collecting pay in the ass of a jay
Or any sucka nigga trying to get in my way
Stay kicking this muthafucking G.A. clay
With a limp and a sway and I don't play
Hoes keep asking pimp why the the same 'ol shoes?
Bitch, I'm four pairs deep and I done paid my do's
(My Air Forces)
Call number one like me
Hanging out the Chevy door when I stomp on the street
Concaine white leather feel good one my feet
Heyyyy, they ganranteed to keep you from the police
With bold they aint scuffed
The strap holding me up
My shoulder boy-cut
Who need platuim wwith super Dave, when dem boys be stuntin'
Nigga I'm just ballin' it up in my Air Forces
Stepping in my Air Force Ones, hat to the right plus I got my gun
Headed to the weed house to cop me a sack
Bumped into this bitch I knew from way back
Now I'm smoking good kicked back and I'm ridin'
Police pull me over and I had to jump up out it
Bail to the spot, had to shake these damn polls
Forces fucked up and I done lost my dro
All white and gray with dem bubble shoe laces
Even got dem blue ones for the special occasion
ATL fitted with the guess get a map
Pussy ass twidded em put a hole in my lap
Now I gotta situation at hand
Guess I gotta take it back to the old plan
Forces get my payment trying to catch a ride
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Call me Mr Kodak
Smile, I'm picture perfect
Got my jewelery shining
That's a Kodak moment
Call me Mr. Kodak you know I'm stayin' focused
Life is like a photograph
Get money is my slogan
[Verse 1: T.I.]
You must be camera shy, I'm paparazzi prone
They flashin' I'm the main attraction, need no microphone
Wide screen me, get your High Definition on
Everytime you see me my neck and wrist glisten homes
Sittin' on, big bank
I'm sober dawg, but your bitch ain't
Yellow watch yellow chain drippin', piss stains
Tipple lane know that Kodak could'ntpicture this
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Call me Mr Kodak
Smile, I'm picture perfect
Got my jewelery shining
That's a Kodak moment
Call me Mr. Kodak you know I'm stayin' focused
Life is like a photograph
Get money is my slogan
High definition and when I come around
See the cameras flick up when I'm in your town
Cal me Mr Kodak
Smile, I'm picture perfect
Got my jewelry shinnin' it's a Kodak moment
[Verse 2: T.I.]
Ay the King here, see me clear, megapixels
For real nigga, try me, get erased like a pencil
And until a nigga kill me I'm a shine on (shine on)
You can have whatever light, just give me mine homes
I get my grind on like I'm dead broke
I swear man I'm so money hungry till my head hurt
Respect my evolution, check your resolution
Leave the apartment, red carpet ready, get camera shootin'
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
[Verse 3: T.I.]
On your Q's and your P, boy, you better be
Gon need a dark room to develop me
My pedigree (pedigree) is hella G (is hella g)
20 Mill, bitch ain't nothin' you could tell a G
God damn cauliflower, celery
All about my Brussels sprouts, you better tell them C
Overseas I go Brazil, Monaco, Belize
Camera notice like you won't believe
[Chorus]
[T.I.:]
Yeah, Mr TMZ himself, haha, yeah
Access Hollywood, nigga I access your Hollywood
You understand that? ah huh
Look at me man, front page man, you know what I'm sayin'
You can check me standin' tall holmes
Get your wide screen on
You know what I'm sayin', upgrade your resolution man
High definition required, you dig that? yea
[Intro]
I know it can get kinda tough sometimes you know
I know you can kinda get carried away with yourself
But errr why don't you be real with me and be real with you at the same time
You can’t get what you get here no where else ma
Keep it real now
[Chorus]
You know, You know you know you love this
You know you love this life
Don’t nobody do you like me
You know, you love
You you know you love this life
Don’t nobody do you like me
You know
[T.I]
Cavalli dress and high heels
And drop tops on hot wheels
We live how we wanna live cause we got mills
Them other barely barely buy a hot meal
In VIP dem bottle poppin’ do it B.I.G
Come get with T.I.P be ballin’ til you d-i-e
A dozen bracelet see clearly
Take away your stress mean that sincerely
Problem solve ‘em, nevermind that
Girlfriend see your bag, be like where you find that?
Plus, whats a whats a prenup you aint got to sign that
You up take half, I’mma make it right back
I’mma hustla hustla to the heart
Whats the sense in leaving me and be back with them with-them busters
Bentley for your birthday, Guiliard Purse day
Deal with them stacks know you gotta love that
[Chorus]
You know, You know you know you love this
You know you love this life
Don’t nobody do you like me
You know, you love
You you know you love this life
Don’t nobody do you like me
You know
[T.I]
Man of Respect on a big jet
With a big big and a big check
I pop big sh-t how good does it get
Ya leave me, where else you think you could get this?
Yeah, you could get another guy to beat that beat that for ya
Them busters cowards though, and I’ll take a bullet for you
Mansions, jewelry all I need is for you and me to have some understanding
Have a couple candid conversations
Your frustrations I take in consideration
I’m rough around the edges, dont bat with me and be patient
And you’re sadly mistaken if you think I’m into chasing
My heart is RSVP I’ve extended an invitation
And dont go wasting your time with what they saying online
Your positions divine, don’t believe look around
I got a strong mind and kind heart
With a soft kiss but I love heart
[Chorus]
You know, You know you know you love this
You know you love this life
Don’t nobody do you like me
You know, you love
You you know you love this life
Don’t nobody do you like me
You know
[Bridge]
Don’t you love this life like I love you
Anything you could ask, do it for you
Drop Jags, Berkin bags, Louboutin heels
Summer homes in Miami, hollywood hills
Vacation in Monaco
On the French Riviera with our feet up
Our lifestyles so rare, you know you aint going no where
[Chorus]
You know, You know you know you love this
You know you love this life
Don’t nobody do you like me
You know, you love
You you know you love this life
Don’t nobody do you like me
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
You think them niggaz is hot
Well shawty look what I got
(nigga look what I got)
You think I'm lying nigga
Look what I got
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Shawty look what I got
Ay, pimpin look what I got
Look what I got
My nigga look what I got
Big wheels still spin when I stop
Presidential roll, gold rolex watch
With no rocks
I save them for the pinky
Keep you niggaz blinkin'
He ain't wearin' platinum, Naw
But I keep you niggaz thinking
Mink seats sure to keep a nigga sinkin'
Swear he ain't slangin'
But I know that nigga creepin'
Got a condo, in Orlando
For the weekend
Homes be so crunk in the club
We gotta sneak in
No more room in the V.I.P
They payin' just to peek in
When they leave
They be lookin in a car
They can't even see in
And that's just the
Be-gin-ning
In the city that he in
He was rappin' in the cafeteria
But now that nigga serious
Heard he got a CL, a EXT on Spreewells
Several Chevy's on 24's
(Hold up), "how many records he sell?"
Man I don't know
But he got a label now
Them boys, the PSC (hell)
I heard Atlantic gave 'em a deal for
2 or 3 mill. (ay, shawty)
(for real nigga?)
Look what I got
A old school, a truck and a drop
So next time you think them niggaz is hot
Shawty, look what I got
The respect of the niggaz and G's
So next time you say them niggaz is G's
You probably lookin' at me
A what, we ballin'
Bought the bar for the broads
So next time you think them niggaz is hard
Shawty, look at the squad
I'm buyin' yachts, have the streets on lock
So next time you think yo' peeps on top
Pimpin, look what I got
I'm well known in the hood
Like the dope man phone number
Roll anything I can throw some 24's under
Nigga talk bad 'bout the man
But I shole wonder
Why the dope boys fuck with 'em
And the hoes love 'em
Very little promotions on this album
Never heard of 'em
But it's jammin' like the fuck
Was jumpin' out the stores
'cause I was born in the raid
and I'm made in the streets
I done played in the days
In the shade in the streets
I say I rapped in the trap
With the best in the streets
Shot craps in the back
You know the rest, nigga please
You doin' business with me
You best invest in some skills
I sell slopes of snow
I don't fuck with little blow nigga
Got 80 k's, it's gone take a little more (to what?)
To double up and bring it back
And make a little more (You movin' slow)
And movin slow, now what you take a nigga for?
I'ma cock hammers and 44's
And nail yo ass to the floor
And I ain't braggin', I'm just letting niggaz know
'cause the media and radio can get a nigga so
Fucked up
Comparin' me to these niggaz little flow
I do a song
Ladies and gentlemen
You are now tuned in to the very best
Phizzle
T.I.
Dream
(T.I.)
Long hair, cute face
Big booty, thin waste
Breasts so pretty they can't be real
They is
That's what she'll say
She'll play
With her girlfriend, tag team on the sex, I give away
Get 'em on Patron, for real they
Both gon' have a field day
Never had experience
Gorgeous but they curious
So gorgeous and so serious
I'm panty pumpin' number one, I'm serious
I'm talkin fast cars, bright lights
Big city long nights
Pretty women on site
I give it to em all night
(Chorus) (T.I. with The Dream)
It had bright lights
Rollin' through the city in that M6
Every other radio station
Playin my, oh
In a minute she gon' be rite up on my...
And Oooo
She ain't had none in a minute so I'm really finna put it on you
Just got a text from your man, no he mad, he ain't got a clue
You know it
He can't love you like I do
He can't do it like (I do)
He can't do it like (I do)
He can't do it like (I do)
So go shawty, twerk that, bump it and work that (I do)
He can't do it like (I do)
You know he can't do it like (I do)
He can't do it like (I do)
I'm not like him and I'm finna put it on you like
(T.I.)
Shawty say she got a man but
He don't really stand up
And that stuff that like he supposed to, all he do is handcuff
So she come see me relax
Give me love, recieve it back
Sex her, stetch her body out so much, she say I needed that
I'm talkin' prime time pornstar
Goin' hard goin in
Ride me like a foreign car
Invite a friend to join in
I'm talkin fast cars, bright lights
Big city, long nights
Pretty women on site
I give it to em all night
(Chorus) (T.I. with The Dream)
It had bright lights
Rollin' through the city in that M6
Every other radio station
Playin my, oh
In a minute she gon' be rite up on my...
And Oooo
She ain't had none in a minute so I'm really finna put it on you
Just got a text from your man, no he mad, he ain't got a clue
You know it
He can't love you like I do
He can't do it like (I do)
He can't do it like (I do)
He can't do it like (I do)
So go shawty, twerk that, bump it and work that (I do)
He can't do it like (I do)
You know he can't do it like (I do)
He can't do it like (I do)
I'm not like him and I'm finna put it on you like
[Verse 3:]
Catch me in the old school, new school
Vert drop hard top
See me and at least 2 freaks pulled over in the parkin' lot
Engaged in conversation yo and listenin' to the radio
Give it to em ruff, they say but treat 'em like a lady though
She never kissed a girl befo'
But fantasized 'bout girls befo'
Imagine havin sex with women, just don't want the world to know
I'm talkin fast cars, bright lights
Big city, long nights
Pretty women on site
I give it to em all night
(Chorus) (T.I. with The Dream)
It had bright lights
Rollin' through the city in that M6
Every other radio station
Playin my, oh
In a minute she gon' be rite up on my...
And Oooo
She ain't had none in a minute so I'm really finna put it on you
Just got a text from your man, no he mad, he ain't got a clue
You know it
He can't love you like I do
He can't do it like (I do)
He can't do it like (I do)
He can't do it like (I do)
So go shawty, twerk that, bump it and work that (I do)
He can't do it like (I do)
You know he can't do it like (I do)
He can't do it like (I do)
[Hook:]
When I was young we only had fun hit the club it was fun
(We used to love to be the life of the party, but then we always got to fightin' and arguin', and had to get it poppin' right at the party) I used to say "G" can't you niggas stay "G" then I had to see the reala'
(Well He just wanna be the life of the party, he probably bustin' out the sprite n' bacardi, and he don't wanna lose his life at the party) damn buddy you way to close to me, he don't mean no harm shawty (He just wanna be the life of the party, that's why these niggas don't allow me to party, so I be walkin right up out of the parties) You know we used to get along, hit the club so long now I rather stay home (Cause I'm too grown to be the life of the party, cause stupid niggas go to actin' retarded and once we get to brawlin they gon' sue me regardless)
[Verse 1:]
I used to love to get clean roll fresh to the scene pocket full of green, neck full of bling bling make the bitches loud scream, pannies all clean, now here come the wild niggas talkin' loud on the bean, Listen buddy you way to close to me where I'm from that means you wanna do somethin' to me so don't be loud talkin to me like you some bully it's a rocket in my pocket and you through if I pull it, but honestly I'd rather save my bullet this could be somethin' we could both avoid now could it, I'll listen to you tell me what's ya name and what ya hood is but I got my girl with' me, get in the club with me? Naw ya see dog I know we all somebody but what make you think that you could ask to call somebody? Nigga I don't know you, you see the shit I go through n' this a party dog I don't even wanna go to
[Hook:]
When I was young we only had fun hit the club it was fun
(We used to love to be the life of the party, but then we always got to fightin' and arguin', and had to get it poppin' right at the party) I used to say "G" can't you niggas stay "G" then I had to see the reala'
(Well He just wanna be the life of the party, he probably bustin' out the sprite n' bacardi, and he don't wanna lose his life at the party) damn buddy you way to close to me, he don't mean no harm shawty (He just wanna be the life of the party, that's why these niggas don't allow me to party, so I be walkin right up out of the parties) You know we used to get along, hit the club so long now I rather stay home (Cause I'm too grown to be the life of the party, cause stupid niggas go to actin' retarded and once we get to brawlin they gon' sue me regardless)
[Verse 2:]
I'm a grown ass man with a big bank roll, what makes you think I'm finna' be here arguin at the door, with a bouncer or promoter let me in or tell me no, try to charge me a dolla' fuck this shit I'm finna' go, ay, let us all in, cause when we fall in, see all the broads gettin' loose so we all win and plus a coulpe stacks I'm spendin' at the bar again, this party won't make or break me I'm still ballin' baby, see the Mercedes, sweet ass Ms. Cedes, sucka's hate and broke niggas gettin frustrated, a young folk playin' all the girls elated this nigga talkin' to me bout' his cd, save it, this some shit you need to hit me in the day with call doug ain't tryna play with these jay's shit, them bitches that I'm tryna' have my way with, I need to tell homes get the fuck on how should I say this. Hey listen potna it's a real bad time I had a real long day and got other shit on my mind and you blockin' my view of this bitch I'm tryna' see from behind, now she gone I should've stayed home, this happen everytime, I don't have a good time, I just go and sit around, I guess it's time for me to go on n' sit it down, for a over obsessive fan or a hater make me kill em', I don't know about ya'll but this ain't what I call... chillin
[Hook:]
When I was young we only had fun hit the club it was fun
(We used to love to be the life of the party, but then we always got to fightin' and arguin', and had to get it poppin' right at the party) I used to say "G" can't you niggas stay "G" then I had to see the reala'
(Well He just wanna be the life of the party, he probably bustin' out the sprite n' bacardi, and he don't wanna lose his life at the party) damn buddy you way to close to me, he don't mean no harm shawty (He just wanna be the life of the party, that's why these niggas don't allow me to party, so I be walkin right up out of the parties) You know we used to get along, hit the club so long now I rather stay home (Cause I'm too grown to be the life of the party, cause stupid niggas go to actin' retarded and once we get to brawlin they gon' sue me regardless)
[Verse 3: R. Kelly]
Damn homie why you all on me like that, push back nigga you don't know me like that, move out my way I'm tryna see some new asses, you close like I'm lookin through a pair of thick glasses, damn I ain't tryna hear shit about ya' cousin, I ain't tryna shake hands and meet yo' girl yo, I ain't tryna here no shit about you play piano, especially ain't tryna here no shit about yo film ho, can't you see I'm high I'm tryna get my groove on, I'm tryna talk to these chicks so get ya' move on, all up in the v.I.p with' ya cell phone tryna get next to me just to get ya stunt on, homie get ya own game homie get ya own name, homie get ya own fame homie get ya own chain, you want people to see you, believe me man when you standin' next to me they gon' see you
[Hook:]
When I was young we only had fun hit the club it was fun
(We used to love to be the life of the party, but then we always got to fightin' and arguin', and had to get it poppin' right at the party) I used to say "G" can't you niggas stay "G" then I had to see the reala'
[Chorus:]
People see me in the street now
They wave at me and they ask me turn my beat down
Turn my beat down, turn my beat down
I tell em never I forever let my beat pound
[Verse 1:]
I keep my speekers in the trunk just like that yay
Everybody where I'm from like that like that bass
Just can't wait till I get that woopty just to ride threw the hood
Buy theyself an amp and hook some woofers up to it
If your motor running good and your 808 bumpin
That's all that really matter you can't tell a nigga nothing
Nevermind what you ride when it's dark outside
And there's broads outside, you just park outside
Pop your trunk and cut your music up loud
Now watch a crowd around bet they dig a nigga now
And my beat down low and my top let back
Now cut it to the max like I never said that (hey)
[Chorus:]
People see me in the street now
They wave at me and they ask me turn my beat down
Turn my beat down, turn my beat down
I tell em never I forever let my beat pound (hey)
Police ask to turn my beat down
He let me go, I turn the corner let my beat pound
Turn my beat down, won't turn my beat down
I tell em never I forever let my beat pound
[Verse 2:]
When my girl ride with me, gotta cover my seat
Cause that thang go to skeetin, and when I cut up my beat
Pumpin something Grand Hustle in a 96?
Even amplify my tweeters so my music ain't muffled
Your ass in trouble if u pull up next to me
When it's really up high you can't hear yourself think
Cause my speaker box the biggest trunk sound like a midget
Tryna get up out of there 15's stay hittin
We be coming from a distance out of everbodys vision
They don't matter wut I'm playing, I make everybody listen
See I'm turning around wondering how I get so loud
Ears ringing all day cause my shit so loud
[Chorus:]
People see me in the street now
They wave at me and they ask to turn my beat down
Turn my beat down, turn my beat down
I tell em never I forever let my beat pound
Police ask me turn my beat down
He let me go, I turn the corner let my beat pound
Turn my beat down, won't turn my beat down
I tell em never I forever let my beat pound
[Verse 3:]
When I pull up to the light and my shit so high
People mad I don't see them cause I'm sitting so high
Looking at me like they stupid they can't hear they're own music
But ain't nothing they can do they just gotta listen to it
Jackie chan in my trunk just like young dro
I love that song cause the bass so low
They be setting off alarms
The sound like I drop bombs
Pumpin trick www . DUB . com
R.I.P. pimp c number 3 ridin dirty
Own it first I cut it up and make sure everybody heard it
Shaving swerving bumping young jeezy
Got him on the map best belive me when you hear me say I got it in my lap
In the trap bumpin old B gizzle hot boy
Old lady on the porch holling wut is that noise
People asking me to cut it off
I roll my window down and I tell em it ain't nothing dawg
Want to be your man, please...tell you why
(I know what y'all thinking)
Doop doop doop doop doop doop
(First he can't be my man, now he want to be my man)
(I wish this nigga make his mind up)
Can't live my life...tell you why
(All my niggaz man we gonna have be 21 bout this shit you know)
Oh baby, oh baby
(We gonna step out the trap for one sec, one sec)
Now what I got to say, seal with a kiss
Know I can't be your man why I feel like this
What I need with a woman when I live like this
Different chicks running in and out the crib like this
Maybe five, maybe six, seven, eight'll be enough
Plus the twins make ten but for you I give it up
Set times to the side just for us to live it up
Walking out a rav farm, purple label linen dove
It's hard for me to discuss what I had vision for us
Lots of trust, and a crib worth a couple million plus
So what if I got a pass, labelled a dirt bag
By the minute, hearts I broken and women I hurt bad
Might I add Christian Dior and fur jackets
A part of the pack, but still far from a marriage
It's easy to lose balance when hearts just start caring
With the attractions apparent, its hard to stop staring
Hey baby let me tell you sumthin, come here I need to tell you sumthin
(Tell you why)
Hey shorty let me tell you sumthin, wanna talk need to tell you sumthin
(doop doop doop doop doop doop doop)
Lil mama let me tell you sumthin, I wanna tell you sumthin
(Cant live my life...without you)
Hey baby let me tell you sumthin, Shorty I've been meaning to tell you sumthin
(Oh baby, oh baby)
If I can get a little bit of your time, shorty
I got some shit I want to get out my mind, and I know
You get enough of niggaz hollering ya fine (hey
ask...ask ya friend man, man I got this)
Introductions seem to bug you, them partnas of mine
My bad, I know you think I'm probably lying
Then imma stop to conversate, relates all of ya time...man
Look, but half of that shit is all in ya mind
Say you should follow your heart and I'm follow my mind
But anyway, when I see yo' face
Im thinking three or four days in Montego Bay
At the Half Moon, but I know she gon' say
I already have too many hoes, I know
But if I had you, all the dough I'd blow
On eleven karat pink stones trillion row
I wanna be the reason why you showing ya teeth
(Chorus)x2
Hey let em talk, Let em hate
It aint my fault they at the bottom, let em stay
Let em say whatever. Let em lie
Let em snitch, let em bleed, let em die
(T.I.)
Been through whatever together
I mean whatever the case
My partnas tell on me, never
We'll do whatever it take
Had no idea in the world
When we was caddlin' yay
That we'd be on top of the world
And still be together today
Man all we got is eachother
This barn aint never could break
You know they say never say never
Well I say never today
Don't care whatever the charge
Be it Federal or State
Don't care whoever the broad
And he made whatever mistake
No talking down on the squad
Just know whatever you say
You would be straighten my nigga??
Check you right there in your face
I hear you hatin on my nigga
Well Ima tell him you hate
Came in the gates wit my niggas
And dats right where Ima stay
Don't matter what the conditions dat he run in wit police
We there the day that he sentenced
Be there the day he released
And all the days in between
You get whatever from me
Take care of the house and the kids
[Chris Brown:]
You leavin with me
But I know u got a man though
And u know I got a girl so
Let's get out of the club
Don't none of that matter tonight
You leavin with me
Valet grab the benz so
Girl pls let your friends know
But don't none of that matter tonight.
[T.I:]
I Know what the girls like
? and big bank will change your life
That's
Got a man well he ain't tonite & something tells me your man ain't laying it right.
So here we go, take a shot of this to make sure your mind open.
Smoke this it's hard to focus and keep your eyes open
Inflatuation a waste of my time and your emotion ya been with these suckers to long, time for a promotion
Witness strong attraction, my huge advantages
What she don't do in the van she'll do in the mansion
Just imagine me and you and a moment of passion
Overlooking the city on a circular mattress
Know that ass to nice just to be used for dancing
Tell me how could something so sweet be so nasty
And baby I don't mean no harm I'm just asking
Got ya hands in my pants with my belt unfastened so I guess that means...
[Chris Brown:]
You leaving with me
But I know you got a man though
And you know I got a girl so
Let's get out of the club
Don't none of that matter tonight
You leaving with me
Valet grab the benz so
Girl pls let your friends know
I know it's only me and you
[Chorus:]
She let me up and let me down,
She let me up and let me down!
She gimmie up, I love the way she let me down!
Do it baby stick it down!
Do it baby stick it down!
Do it baby, stick it, stick it baby down!
Do it baby stick it down!
Do it baby stick it down!
Do it baby, stick it, stick it baby down!
I said, yeah right, but you know what I got,
Got them fixing up they makeup.. when I walk up in the spot.
got they eye shadow..when they lips is all shine,
With a smile on my face, when their lips is all mine,
See I'm a big thief, feed her big peter,
beat that pussy up so she don't want me to eat her..
First I a meet her then feed her whatever she needs,
a few of theses turn a nigga wife in to a cheater,
Keep her!
Head down and your ass up here,
Got her hair fucked up and the lipstick smeared,
Take a city bitch here or a bitch from the boonies..
with a man at the crib, but he don't know what he doing,
HOLD UP
True fully she knew she do me, but she knew me,
Introduce me as she blew me, then she didn't say nothing to me,
you don't like it then see me..she's my biggest fan now,
When I spend a day in town, she hurry up and lay me down.
[Chorus:]
Damn! She lay me up and lay me down!
Hey what she do?
She let me up and let me down!
Hey what she do?
She let me up and let me down!
She get me up,
I love the way she lay me down!
Do it baby stick it down!
Do it baby stick it down!
Do it baby stick it, stick it baby down!
Do it baby stick it down!
Do it baby stick it down!
Do it baby stick it, stick it baby down!
On the hush hush keep it low key, attitude in checked,
cause you wit an O.G, got that thing on lock,
wanna see the dope key, got dope dick give it to her till she O.D's
I'm a,
put her in the life, Get her what she misses,
She's your wife, she's off limits well that is unless your slippen
and i catch her on mission in my hotel lobby,
Trying to run into somebody end up at the after party
Wit a stripper body, itty bitty wait...
Big booty, begging me to decorate her pretty Hey!
Hey, what can I say?
She requesten that i deliver
Brought liquor for that broad shawty im that nigga
[Intro:]
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Boy you know it when you see it, G's on deck
Them bitches at attention when the king on set
Hey, hey, hey, when the king on set, hey, hey, hey
[Chorus:]
Hey Boy you know it when you see it, them G's on deck
Them bitches at attention when the king on set
Nigga come in with that flex and jump up out and get checked
It ain't no disrespectin' when the king on set
Hey boy you know it when you see it, them G's on deck
Them bitches at attention when the king on set
Hey, hey, we got them G's on deck
Hey, and hit the deck when the king on set
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Slap a slug homie mac mackin' in the bubble coat
I'm chillin' with the homie what the fuck you startin' trouble for
Hey, first you tried to tell them homie this ain't what you lookin for
Once we start to let them go your ass they gon' be lookin for
Don't know what he took us for, never been a pussy so
I don't know what they yellin' screamin' fussin' cause he pushin' for
I ain't finna talk, let them walk like it's all good
Catch him slippin' in the parkin' lot and then it's all good
Got a got a couple couple mask in the glove box
He come out the club and his ass get seen
Now I'm linked out the out the with the with the beam on set
Made up my mind I'm a I'm a when I see him no sweat
Make a bet I ain't gon' put his monkey ass on a shelf
And I don't need nobody help pimp I can do this shit myself
In a triple black chevy ridin' low key step
I hope this nigga ready cause he gon' see, hey!
[Chorus:]
Hey Boy you know it when you see it, them G's on deck
Them bitches at attention when the king on set
Nigga come in with that flex and jump up out and get checked
It ain't no disrespectin' when the king on set
Hey boy you know it when you see it, them G's on deck
Them bitches at attention when the king on set
Hey, hey, we got them G's on deck
Hey, and hit the deck when the king on set
[Verse 2: Young Dro]
Young Dro
King, K is for the killer that's aside of me
I is for the guy that keep it flowing like
N is for the niggas who be knowing that properly
G is for the gangsta and the sword of
No one on top of me, knock you off properly
Ya'll pussy niggas into all kind of mockery
King, killer cause get buried on the property
Whipped like wardo, I'm doing fine awkwardly
Anything I want, you know, your partner 'bout to cash out
Flow so hot through the speakers make them pass out
Boy you can't rap, you 'bout to get that ass wrapped out
Plus you can't fight, you 'bout to get that ass slept out
I know how to find you, I got that ass mapped out
Dro and T.I. trippin' they be still in the trap house
Niggas see everybody automatic get respect
Why, they know it's haapnin' when the King on set
[Chorus:]
Hey Boy you know it when you see it, them G's on deck
Them bitches at attention when the king on set
Nigga come in with that flex and jump up out and get checked
It ain't no disrespectin' when the king on set
Hey boy you know it when you see it, them G's on deck
Them bitches at attention when the king on set
Hey, hey, we got them G's on deck
Hey, and hit the deck when the king on set
[T.I.:]
Call me triple OG, pussy nigga gon' see
You comin' with that disrespect and you know what it gon' be
Call me triple OG, pussy nigga gon' see
And you comin' with that hatin', you know what it gon' be
Call me triple OG, pussy nigga gon' see
You comin' with that flex and you know what it gon' be
Hit his ass up, hey hit his ass up
Just shoot him let the paramedics hit his ass up
[Young Dro:]
Hey look now,
Playing with the king we gon' knock your ass off
Catch you on a boat we gon' rock your ass off
Playing with the king we gon' knock your ass off
Catch you on a boat we gon' rock your ass off
Playing with the king we gon' knock your ass off
Catch you on a boat we gon' rock your ass off
Playing with the king we gon' knock your ass off
Catch you on that boat and we gon' rock your ass off
Young Dro
[Chorus:]
Hey Boy you know it when you see it, them G's on deck
Them bitches at attention when the king on set
Nigga come in with that flex and jump up out and get checked
It ain't no disrespectin' when the king on set
Hey boy you know it when you see it, them G's on deck
Them bitches at attention when the king on set
Hey, hey, we got them G's on deck
[Intro: T.I.]
Ay, ay, ay! Now listen to me for a minute. Ay, ay, ay! Can ya hear me? (Ciara) Yeah, yeah, ye-ah! La-la-la-la-la-la-la! Ha ha ha, yeah, ye-ah! La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la! Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ye-ah!
[Verse 1: T.I.]
I know what you be thinkin' when ya hear me tryna holla,
I'm a baller! You don't wanna come near me.
I know ya hear me, but you really ain't tryna be bothered.
Cause you probably used to leavin' out the club gettin' followed.
But listen, shawty, I ain't nothin' like a stalker.
If I say then I mean it, I ain't just a sweet talker.
I know I want a woman 'fore i ever try to call her.
I know ya first mind tell ya to decline, but you oughta.
Come and chill for a minute, take a load off.
Know Ya Heard Rumors, Plenty Hoes Say I'm Throwed Off!
If ya choose to listen to them then it yo loss.
But what you wanna do let me know, 'fore I roll off.
I know ya havin' second thoughts, it ain't yo fault.
Just don't let the bling scare ya off, I'm a sure floss.
But I keep my business to myself, let the hoes talk.
Kick it wit da King, be the Queen, it ain't no cost.
[Chorus: Ciara]
I'll be your Queen, for a day. Maybe we can get away
I'll do anything u wanna do, anytime just pick a place
I'll be your Queen, for a day. Baby, u don' t have to chase
If u really want me to be the one, all u gotta do is say "I'll be your Queen"
[Verese 2: T.I.]
Come and hang wit me, shawty, I can change ya life!
Not a lil bit, look I'm talkin' major!
Like first class flights, not firt class seats.
Got a "Go-G Phone" if ya commin' wit me.
I put u positions broads would be honored to be.
Hoppin in the Double R, right in front of the suite.
Tell the driver to drop us off in front of the beach.
Set up a table in the sand, fix us somethin' to eat.
You'll be surprised whatcha learn sit and talkin' to me.
As the moon and the stars glisten off of the sea.
You've hardly ever seen one woman wit me,
and if ya did then she probably mean something to me.
I know u know I tote glocks and I come from da streets.
Now, I done grown up a lot, sinceI was runnin' the streets.
And even if that don't change ya opinion in me,
aren't ya glad you got the chance to come and kick it with me, right?
[Chorus: Ciara]
I'll be your Queen, for a day. Maybe we can get away
I'll do anything u wanna do, anytime just pick a place
I'll be your Queen, for a day. Baby, u don' t have to chase
If u really want me to be the one, all u gotta do is say "I'll be your Queen"
[Verse 3: T.I.]
I know ya had a chance to listen to the rest flirt
before you give up on us all, try the best first.
I can give it to ya slow or I can make the sex hurt
But hey, no pressure we ain't gotta have sex first.
I know u wanna know that it's a mutual respect first
Before we go and kick it if u wanna clear ya head first.
We can blow on the best purp till ya chest hurt.
Take a couple shots, drop the top and the wet vert.
Call up ya homegirl, we can go and get her!
If she love a good time then tonight might impress her (ha ha).
Squeeze in ya tight skirt, match wit ya best purse.
I can show ya both how to ball im an expert.
[Chorus: Ciara]
I'll be your Queen, for a day. Maybe we can get away
I'll do anything u wanna do, anytime just pick a place
I'll be your Queen, for a day. Baby, u don' t have to chase
It's all G, it's all G, it's all G
Ay ay ay ay it's all G
It's all G
Even though I'm wanted dead or alive
By the jackers and the robbers and paramour guys
I keep my head to the sky
Embrace the pain
I'm facing 25 but I can't complain
It's all G, I walked through the fire before
Hey I survived with the guys on the fire before
It's all G; let the haters conversate on me
Says he to easy to take the heat and put the weight on me
It's all G
Let me tell ya how ya measure a man
When you fold under pressure when the fans come and get ya
Can you hold it together till it's over that's special
When you have the same swagger when the world laughing at ya
I'd like the animality girl I'd like to ask ya
Well ya'll keep cracking or will ya keep laughing
Be the same person even if it ain't worth it
I'll blow it all paper call I said the flow worth it
One thang you serve two thang you show it
I might be hurting but you won't even complain to know
I keep my head to the sky saying cry for the cowards
Keep your face dry brotha do it in the showers
Wipe it all with a towel no emotions
It's all G
Even though I'm wanted dead or alive
By the jackers and the robbers and paramour guys
I keep my head to the sky
Embrace the pain
I'm facing 25 but I can't complain
It's all G, I walked through the fire before
Hey I survived with the guys on the fire before
It's all G; let the haters conversate on me
Says he to easy to take the heat and put the weight on me
It's all G
Remember first God put you to sing words
Jenovah gotta be a purpose don't think he ain't worth it
Sometimes he's only searching
Listen hear an ounce and learn that from an old person
He can show you things that you done take for granted
Then get back again better than you had it then
And reveal to you your real friends then
You reach a hand that took the babies hand in
Like the way the kids grew up scared before
It's all G, It's like I've never been scared before
A long time I should've been there you know
It's all G
Even though I'm wanted dead or alive
By the jackers and the robbers and paramour guys
I keep my head to the sky
Embrace the pain
I'm facing 25 but I can't complain
It's all G, I walked through the fire before
Hey I survived with the guys on the fire before
It's all G; let the haters conversate on me
Says he's to easy to take the heat and put the weight on me
It's all G
I got wonder what got him so upset
Guess cus I'm the best that's what I get
Maybe cus when I talk more to see me suffer
Won't get him the ammunition ha...
No point to pretend I don't mean to be long with me
But I gotta ask this question ya'll before this songs ended
Would you ever see you sweat and never see him fed?
You ready for whatever thinking never direspect
How about the haters who they pensive as they say
I was a done dollar but I just come harder
I went through all that just to become smarter
And tomorrow I can see in the headlines
TI not guilty wave the fine to the bad guys
They kinda mad today to sell the scene
All hail the king
It's all G
Even though I'm wanted dead or alive
By the jackers and the robbers and paramour guys
I keep my head to the sky
Embrace the pain
I'm facing 25 but I can't complain hey
[CHORUS]
In a nutshell, I'm the shit off in this bitch
The reason all the bad bitches switch off in this bitch
I'm flyer than a rocket, lift off up in this bitch
Everybody on their toes, I'm on my tip off in this bitch
In a nutshell, we getting money, cracking bitches
Paparazzi has their cameras snapping, taking pictures
Maserati snatchin 60 down the residential
I can tell from your reaction you don't know nobody realer
In a nutshell
[T.I.]
Shawty I'm so far gone
Redhead and a blonde on each arm
Lanvin, Louboutin, Maison Margiela
They be blogging about what I got on, debating where they sell 'em
I tell 'em, even if you find 'em, you ain't finna get 'em
My swagger on Beretta: (click click) Pow! Get 'em
Boy I'm all about that balling
I just flossed a stunt but I don't front
Damn this shit they talking about
Bitch, I ain't got it because I don't want it
Sex on the Beamer, arrogant demeanor
She say she ain't freaking, bet I turn her like Tina
Mills on deck, got that check, no FEMA
Looking at my net like overlooking the marina
Them machines out front in the valet, not the alley
In my Ballys cracking bitches from the valley out in Cali
With that bread, I'm a beast, you don't know about me?
National Geographic did a show about me
[CHORUS]
[T.I.]
Man, ain't nobody on my level
Just ask that new Bugatti or them diamonds in my bezel
I throw a ho a mazi I don't give a shit about it
Party with me, I collect the hottest bodies as a hobby
Fly as I can be, need no co-pilot
The bomb, kill shit dead, kamikaze
Better watch me though, I'm definitely popping, that I'm certain of
We grand hustle playboys, partner, ain't no work in us
All the money we throwing, they reimbursing us
Get 'em to the crib and fill their pussies, not their purses up
Need no dress rehearsal, bruh, I'm fresh as shit, it's effortless
Amazing hoes, impressing bitches: "Tip is just the best at this! "
[CHORUS]
[Spodee]
I'm a stunner, kill 'em without a lama
They callin' me paris hunter whenever in Ferragamo
They love me in California, they feel him in Arizona
I got hoes so bad, I wanna drill 'em without a condom
I fill 'em up in the Hummer, I fill 'em up with the mali
Keep 'em off of the white and fill 'em up with the rati
I'm a Eastside Gotti with a beachside hottie (yeah)
It's always on me, I got a discreet sign, shottie
Since I've been getting bigger, I picked up a couple hobbies
Now I like to fly, now I like Ducatis
First I was just hot, now I'm like wasabi
In a nutshell, nigga, I'm the shit to everybody
This is for the girls who get tipsy,
But never get too drunk,
This is for the girls who dance sexy,
But never show too much,
This is for the girls who get tipsy,
But never get too drunk,
This is for the girls who dance sexy,
But never show too ...Stop.
If I talk shit to you,
Would you it talk back to me too...baby?
If I wanna dance with you,
Would you wanna groove with me too...baby?
Cos' we can get it on all night long
It ain't nothing that caught yu baby
We could turn it up all night long girl
It ain't nothing that caught ya baby
Arrive on set,
I'm so fresh,
Immediately get the other guys upset.
So fly that I aint gotta buy no jet,
That's how I get their minds on sex,
Make chicks sweat, literally yeah,
They self so hot, and they're their thighs so wet,
And I don't taste, no, I dont stress,
Any girl I want, know I'm gun' get.
I can catch juliet, don't need no net.
Plenty fish in the sea, baby please know that.
And the dude that you with,
baby he's no threat.
His stacks on d's, my g's on deck.
What you want you recieve,
What you need you get,
Just give me one shot like russian roulette.
I must confess, i'm obsessed.
Just gotta get up under her dress.
If I talk shit to you
Would you it talk back to me too...baby?
If I wanna dance with you
Would you wanna groove with me too...baby?
Cos' we can get it on all night long
It ain't nothing that caught you baby
we could turn it up all night long girl
It ain't nothing that caught you baby
Hey miss lady,
Lets say maybe we leave this place, go crazy
get shit faced and get x-rated
take turns getting our faces decorated,
cum till your body get numb,
have you hyper ventilatin'
make you cum until you say you can't take it,
really,
i just wanna give you that feelin'
lookin' at you make me wanna spread a few shillin'
have a few children,
imagine me behind you drillin'
till you pass out through dillin'
girl god willin' i'ma make you click on all cylinders,
scream like im killin' her,
bust off once i'm still in her,
go soft, oh no i didn't sir,
come with me and your gettin' served,
all night till your muscles tight and your vision,
blurred,
Said if i talk shit to you,
would you talk it back to me too .. baby?
And if i wanna dance with you,
Would you wanna groove with me too .. baby?
Cos' we can get it on all night long
It ain't nothing that caught you baby
We could turn it up all night long girl
It ain't nothing that caught you baby
I got something for you,
I hope you ready,
Cause you gon' get it,
(boy talk to me)
Once i get them jeans off you,
And get you naked,
I hope you can take it,
(boy talk to me)
From the front from the back,
Give it to me, throw it back,
Don't run from it, aint this what you wanted?
(boy talk to me)
On the bottom, on the top,
I won't stop until you pop,
Girl work it, don't you like it dirty?
(now bring the hook back)
Said if i talk shit to you,
Would you it talk back to me too ... baby?
If I wanna dance with you
Would you wanna groove with me too... baby?
Cos' we can get it on all night long
It ain't nothing that caught you baby
we could turn it up all night long girl
It ain't nothing that caught you baby,
Rebel for the hell of it, hella rich
Never have to sell a brick again, must I tell a bitch again
The bullshit I'm addressin', check I'm on some next level shit
Never been fucked in the game I'm celibate
Rarely out my element, barely out the ghetto with
One foot out and one foot in, intelligent as fellas get
Listen let's settle this, be clear I could fall back 7 years
Still it ain't no one ahead of me
Consider it a blessin' if you get to stand next to me
Five star general, O.G. veteran
Caked like Entenmann's, blowin' that celery
Stack that cash like the U.S. treasury
Every single thing I ever did was done heavily
Rap until you're 70, still ain't no catchin' me
Put it on my pops, Big Phil, Aunt Beverly
Be standin' on the top still after they bury me
Nose in the air so stuck up arrogant
Ain't got long hot songs, best cherish it
Cool when I drop mine that's over, finito
You payin' for your foul like a free throw, baow
Now how could a nigga think that he could see me
Other than the magazine covers or the TV?
Know I sold mo' mixtapes than your CD
You're waitin' on your big break prayin' you could beat me
You ain't made it far as D.C., on the low
I been all around the globe like a God how they treat me
Broads hit they knees, eyes closed when they greet me
Mouth wide open just beggin' me to skeet, skeet
You in a deep sleep, stop dreamin'
I'm 6 albums in for 10 years I been 5 hot steamin'
The limelight's mine, I'm gleamin', beamin'
That's why I say I'm king bitch, I got my reasons
Wrist so frosty, neck so chilly
All on my mind is to get more millies
Niggaz talk shit that's silly
Shawty he ain't 'bout that really, is he?
Nigga, I'm illy
Ay, I run this city clearly
Tell 'em get lost, I'm busy, really?
Nigga, I'm illy
Where niggas get off? Piss off
Me and mine aughta take time to pop a lid off
Shit all, over the whereabouts of me, is y'all
Sick in you' fuckin' mind, you figurin' I'ma fizz off
Never cooled off, Tip scorchin'
Minimal injury thought they wishin' me maximum misfortune
Number one hand down, flows paint portraits
Everybody thinks you stink like horse shit
House full of chicks on some 'Girl Next Door' shit
A king who once sell 30 mil' out the store quick
Of course this case lost all my endorsements
Tripled up on real estate, still buyin' more shit
But Tip bankrupt accordin' to your sources
I'm still caked up along with more reinforcements
Tore shit up from the lab to the rooftops
Officially the hottest nigga rappin' since 2Pac
'Fore you rap 'bout me, best ask 'bout me
I'm out my fuckin' mind, need counselin'
Please don't doubt me, trust me, drama ain't nothin'
It's all fun and games 'til somebody start butsin'
'Member my discussion when rappers be battlin'
I find out about it, better get to skedaddlin'
Pack your family's bag, move 'em out to Seattle and
We ever cross paths, you'll need ambulance and bandages
Live life glamorous, so extravagant
Mandarin, oriental worldwide travelin'
Hip hop champion for real dough
You couldn't fuck with me with a Brazil hoe nigga
But still though
Wrist so frosty, neck so chilly
All on my mind is to get more millies
Niggaz talk shit that's silly
Shawty, he ain't 'bout that really is he?
Nigga, I'm illy
Ay, just remember I do this shit
When I want to nigga, it's me nigga
Ay, I run this city, clearly
Tell 'em get lost, I'm busy, really?
Nigga, I'm illy
Wrist so frosty, neck so chilly
All on my mind is to get more millies
Niggaz talk shit that's silly
Shawty, he ain't 'bout that really, is he?
Nigga, I'm illy
I don't wanna hear shit 'bout I can't rap like this
When I ain't did it that way nigga, fuck you partner
Ay, I run this city, clearly
Tell 'em get lost, I'm busy, really?
Nigga, I'm illy
Yeah, it's the King, cuz
You know my demo, Maybach no limo, homes
I'm sacked up too
I don't know what them folk doin'
I'm flexin' though patna
Lets go, KRIT
(Hold it now) I'm flexin' shawty
(Hold it now) I'm stupid hoe
(Hold it now) I'm reppin' shawty
(Hold it now) Bitch you aint know?
(Hold it now) I'm Gucci patna
(Hold it now) I Louis down
Don't do it patna
(Hold it now) Or it's goin' down
I wear stripes row my Louis, ho,
Akoo be matching my kicks, bitch
Paparazzi everywhere I go,
I got cameras all in my business
I rep the town, hold it down,
Cruise all around in my old school
My speaker loud and my reefer too,
I aint speaking bitch, do I know you?
Feds want me back behind that wall,
That's the only place that I can't go
I'm focused dog and I aint with that fuck shit,
Think it sweet but it aint though
I'm tried and true when I'm riding through,
I aint hiding they can just hate me
My top is down and my pockets fat
And my diamonds clearer than HD
(Hold it now) I'm flexin' shawty
(Hold it now) I'm stupid hoe
(Hold it now) I'm reppin' shawty
(Hold it now) Bitch you ain't know?
(Hold it now) I'm Gucci patna
(Hold it now) I Louis down
Don't do it patna
(Hold it now) Or it's goin' down
I rep the west of that A like this,
Zone one I'm talking about Bankhead
Still in the trap like a godamn brick,
Cause I love the hood, the King aint dead
My hustle grand, my money long,
My spot on top, bitch I want that
My position vacant, my crown await me,
My throne is empty, I own that
Folk in Kirkwood, with a big hill too,
Summerhill to Pittsburgh and all that
Real goons will ride with me to Timbuktu,
I aint Gucci dude, what you call that?
Marietta to East Point, and own that area,
Riverdale to Center Hill all day
Decatur to Simpson road, zone 4-4
What nigga fuck wit' me always
(Hold it now) I'm flexin' shawty
(Hold it now) I'm stupid hoe
(Hold it now) I'm reppin' shawty
(Hold it now) Bitch you ain't know?
(Hold it now) I'm Gucci patna
(Hold it now) I Louis down
Don't do it patna
(Hold it now) Or it's goin' down
Them so-called dope boys aint sold enough
OGs aint old enough
MCs aint dope enough
I'll still split your coconut
You so-so, I'm like that
Tight work, bounce right back
Make room for your bitch dog
Nigga go on get off my sack
That loud pack, I blow big
Always stunt so big
Please don't get wrong homie
Or them Gs gonna bust your wig
The A is mine, no questions asked
The King is home bitch, the best is back
My swagga turned em just like my sack
I'm flexin' shawty, who stopping that?
(Hold it now) I'm flexin' shawty
(Hold it now) I'm stupid hoe
(Hold it now) I'm reppin' shawty
(Hold it now) Bitch you ain't know?
(Hold it now) I'm Gucci patna
(Hold it now) I Louis down
Don't do it patna
(Hold it now) Or it's goin' down
(Hold it now) I'm flexin' shawty
(Hold it now) I'm stupid hoe
(Hold it now) I'm reppin' shawty
(Hold it now) Bitch you ain't know?
(Hold it now) I'm Gucci patna
(Hold it now) I Louis down
Don't do it patna
(Hold it now) Or it's goin' down
Okay, man,
You don't see what's in your face, big dog?
Yeah, man, big banks, no whammies, dog,
You understand that?
Yeah, doing real,
I'm talking about real proper, patna
You understand that? I got that sack, bro
Prison aint changed shit, homeboy
You understand that?
Rubber bands on deck, guess why, homes? Yea.
Big KRIT, let's do this shit one time, man
A-Town to M-Town, patna, it goin' down
[Chorus:]
I never let you down I'm a shine on site
Keep your mind on your grind and off of mines alright
Hard I'm a ball on the squares I float
Quarter million dollar cars everywhere I go
I know in the lead it may see it might be
But no matter what they doin' they don't do it like me
Like a G I hold it down for the town I'm at
And I flash like that recognize I'm back!
[Verse 1:]
Strike a match catch a fire any moment I decide
That's enough of all your lies boy your boys just died
Step inside super fly to the shoes in they coupe
Then exit out with all the bitches like we always do
My desire to retire growin' every new group
Cause these guys just don't ride like my nigga you too
Tight jeans, funny hair, cause dancin' on the screen
It's about the real niggas in the game so it seems
Just pretendin' holla pimpin' get a shit a black eye eye
Next he say he trappin' in my head I'm like why
Be yourself, you ain't gotta pimp on in your body
I can tell ya ain't never bought a key or caught a body
Nigga private jet seein' Wayne, Gucci Mane,
Me and Boosie all go to prison
I ain't flippin' hoe average nigga trippin'
Listen, do for you that ain't in the cars
Like the powers and the guns
But overall it's in your heart
Nowadays I don't know wassup with niggas in the A
Guess he think he in the game but he really in the way
Violatin', I was having conversations in the joint
But guess who done it and I promised I would put you on point
I'm disappointed in you dog you ain't hold it down at all
But I ain't going in your jaw just gon' show ya how to ball
Standin' tall through the storm only God in the dorms
Cats in prison who expectin' me to represent for them
[Chorus:]
I never let you down I'm a shine on site
Keep your mind on your grind and off of mines alright
Hard I'm a ball on the squares I float
Quarter million dollar cars everywhere I go
I know in the lead it may see it might be
But no matter what they doin' they don't do it like me
Like a G I hold it down for the town I'm at
And I flash like that recognize I'm back!
[Verse 2:]
Strike a match catch a fire see T.I add gas
What's a Molotov cocktail that never break a glass
Scary ass nigga wanna come for me you better bring it
I ain't mad I forgive em, God I know they ain't mean it
Yeah I seen it all before, hater pop it and they ain't
Rack they brain try to think how to stop it and they can't
Ain't that lame but then the hatred manifest to pure malice
I'm no longer being callous I'm a let you niggas have it
Won't be satisfied till somebody dies and I'm patient
Waitin' on me and the reaper on a first name basis now
I'm a let you make it now, stay totally out the way for you
But know that we can take it any place we could take it to
Hatin' on your blood cause guess it's too late for you
All I could do is pray for you or organize a wake for you
Your choice, clearly I ain't hearing your voice
Keep it up and I'm a send your ass to kill without joy
Hey, you can have the bottom partner I'm a bring the sky box
I got shit locked down nigga why stop now
I'm so above you hover over suckers why drop down
I'm so profound it goes down and...
[Chorus:]
I never let you down I'm a shine on site
Keep your mind on your grind and off of mines alright
Hard I'm a ball on the squares I float
Quarter million dollar cars everywhere I go
I know in the lead it may see it might be
But no matter what they doin' they don't do it like me
Like a G I hold it down for the town I'm at
K. I. N. G
Solemn and envy
Ridin' in the Bently
They wanna send me, back to the pen
Hope they give me a ten P
Doin' it for my dog, (?) wit so case pending (?)
And my folk behind the (?) waterboard city (?), keep it pimpin'
Tell them hatin' ass law, bitch I'm ball so come get me
See Tip go by, in the whip, no lie
Didn't need no wheel cause the shit so fly
Up, up and away, so far up at the top I sit
My air so thin need oxygen
I'm so fucked up, intoxicants
My flow still so stupid competent
Competition evidently don't know what they up against
Obviously oblivious, in the city I'm serious
I'm seriously poppin', I will be the reason why it's hot in here
Material you droppin' better push that back, that can't come out this year
I got this here, can't stop this, got this like I got blocks in here
Hit the VIP, all eyes on me like they think Pac in here
I'm ignorant, belligerent, a gangsta and a gentleman
Pay niggas no concern, ain't no DiGornio, I'm deliverin'
Center of attention, my P.O. just threw a wrench in my
Plan of execution, I'm demandin' retribution
First trip to prison, a lesson, second was just a nuisance
Peckerwood beefin' with me, they want my neck in a noose
Cause they see a niggas influence, luxurious and affluent
They want the king destroyed, see your majesty ruined
Nah, nothin' doin' brah, congratulations you a bus' (?)
A really great advantage point, so take your vantage point
Watch, with the flip of a coin
The one they counted out soon become the nigga to join
Don't listen to the gossip or cut, them niggas annoyin'
They speak what I know and think it's over for them (?)
Bow back, ya boy got fly high
With ten chicks, got high in sha la
Niggas stay talkin' all that ca ca
No mucho deniro, no habla
About my dollar, G-5, Murcielaga(?)
How automatic my chopper, they want some problems, I got 'em
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
I'll show niggas better than Tell niggas
Paint over discussions 'bout Push, I never fail niggas
How I'm back Jack, listen, what the hell niggas?
This the new God flow, the Holy Grail niggas
Can't see me, Book of Eli, it's in Braille niggas
I'm on track to be the best, I want Derrelle niggas
I bend balls(?) on bitches, I unveil(?) nigga
OfficiallyIce, don't at 'em, show and tell nigga
Say my brother better? Big deal
Big brother, so fuck you, he hammer, can't touch him
Ride around AMG mufflers, second fiddle to my own gene pool
We laugh about it, that's cool
I'm at the top and he better?
If you think about it, we rule
My life is an open book
My stuntin' is an open look
These gold chains, these stone rings
This cocaine that I overcooked
I overcame on Novacane, I Frank Ocean'd that fish scale
I tip scales, I tip hoes, I skip jail on my tip toes
I beat the odds, bet Tip knows, my top back and my wrist froze
And these ice cubes on my ear lobes
Like strobe lights on a fish bowl
Supreme ballers, dope dealers, shot callers
[Hook]Hey I think I seen a ghost
Half a million dollar car, ain't even got no note
Bitches layin' on the bed, bitches on the flo'
Money to the ceiling, money come and money go
I think I seen a ghost, I think I seen a ghost
Hamiltons and Franklins, they come in every show
Money to the ceiling, how you love you can go
Graveyard in my pockets, dead presidents to blow
I think I'm seeing ghosts
[Verse 1: Future]Money burning in my hand while I'm still counting
We put drivers in the seats, I'm in the back lounging
My bitch she don't even speak no English when she come in town and
I'm seeing dead people, man I got like four accountants
It's all my yayo in that pot we need a water fountain
We put that yayo on the East and full ten countin' (?)
I'm counting dirty money, I don't need no help to count it
It had blood, it had sweat on it when I found it
I'm going higher than a elevator out the country
I do whatever for that paper, it ain't on my country
I went to sleep inside a ghost, I think it was a phantom
Man I get rock and roll high, dog I'm off the channel
I got sixty racks on me just in case she want to gamble
And I go crazy with that back, it ain't nothing I can't handle
I'm in my room with the light off, burning candles
Youngest nigga with the set, repping Atlanta
[Hook]
[Verse 2: T.I.]This money timid, hear motherfuckers talk money
I inhale bills, breathe Gs, cough money
I'm still making cake even when I lost money
A multimillionaire, stil lspending soft money
I'm balling way above par, got golf money
The bus full of duffel bags and that's all money
You wonder what my motivation? Bro, it been money
Make extra jet cause my little mama love to spend money
We Texas Hold 'Em, rolling dice with your rent money
Get out my face and fuck your life if you ain't getting money
Say boy, I spend the money you're trying to make
Sell 100 Gs and it's sad to say
Big dough, I get that
In a fear? Push your shit back
I'm arrogant and I'm cocky cause I got a graveyard in my pocket
Spent 100K on my chain and a couple mill on my watch here
My chick ride in that car you in
This city, I argue in
Get big money, no little dough
See dead presidents, real ghosts
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Rocko]Boo! That's the look on the haters
face when I pull up in the ghost like Casper
Ooh! That's what your boo said when she snuck a peek
at me right before we got ghost
On my chopper with a chopper, they call me Ghost Rider
I swear my pen dripping, I should be a ghostwriter
I see them suckers, I get ghost
I don't fuck with busters
Too busy sitting ghost, you know how that goes
Give me more, give me more
Yeah I ghost that work
Whip it like Goldberg
Yeah I ghost that word
Heavyweight, Goldberg, I'm a wrassler, ho
Clothesline that bankroll, I be wrassling ghosts
Chauffeur find our way back, trunk passengers ghost
Got my green from the Bay, ghost ride the whip
Hey man, Hallelujah in my True Religion denims
Yeah, not, ok, what? Hey, what? Hey
Hey you know me bitch nigger I'm all the day
Hit your bro with ... and call the bill
National ... can't let it be down ...
Thought it was all for me hommie did you fall for that?
You turn ... no cardio... get your hand out of my
pocket ...
Tell the sheriff if he can get me fucking charge...
No ... I got things
Regardless, big bang can't hold it off
And another nigger flow who called it ...
Called me up for the show really know what's up
... different ... say load it off
Give it to the hotel, gotta know what's up
With the niggers out there get the hold it off
We never had a problem getting hold to fuck
So ... show is up
I let this man get our ...
Never ... kissing our ...
What's this wide if you can't close it off?
... layed on the ground
... trying to count that shit
Never will abandon me around me ... god damn...
All the niggers wanna make love for the ...
I've been there ...
This K.I.N.G. aka. Big bang aka ...
I get money, I can't help it, you can't stop it, gotta
accept it
You can't knock it, you gotta respect it,
This is who I am nigger, I can't help it
I can't help it, in the ghetto with a drop rolls-royce,
they say keep one hundred, I ain't got no choice
I can't help it, I won't ... big ...
Cut it down, bitch I can't I can't help it
The city won't be sure without you
50 million dollar houses still can't get ...
I'm a hustle I dance the ball
Stay on the day for the nights at the mall
Give me your spot give me your phone
No bitch wanna fuck...
Tell me nigger I got a tone
Said no I don't put no radio home
Push in my head, push in my shirt
Push ...
I got money, I can't help it, you can't stop it, gotta
accept it
You can't knock it, you gotta respect it,
This is who I am nigger, I can't help it
I can't help it, in the ghetto with a drop rolls-royce,
they say keep one hundred, I ain't got no choice
I can't help it, I won't ... big ...
I'm so true and you ain't
Cut it down... I can't help it
Cause I would if I could.
I can't help it
50 million dollar houses still can't get ...
Turn the fucking beat on
It’s southern smoke motherfucker, southern smoke
… purple labor, ain’t not fresh as I could be
Made it to my situation, ain’t not bless as I could be
Ain’t not laughing at the haters trying to take a shot at
They don’t know which way to go, I make it easy, follow
Honestly, ain’t not insane I think that’s the way I gotta
Ain’t not so superfly boy, ain’t nobody hot as me
Ata out on tv when he wake up and go to sleep
Everywhere they nodes me, a for yourself just go and see
My community I’m serving though they hope I don’t succeed
…they speak is so intrigue, ain’t be snitching, no indeed
You come with that kind of flow, your show I have to come
and dear
Since I see you can’t take over I’ll just have to
volunteer
Hey, ain’t now your superior listen here bro, you’re not
a peer
I’m so … it ain’t funny, twice the G the eye peer
[Intro: Young Dro & Travis Porter]
TP: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
YD: Okay. Aye they ain't gon like this shit right here
TP: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
YD: Aye Tip, check this out, aye, push it. Travis Porter what's hannin', push it!
[Hook: Travis Porter]
I'm in at Hot Wheel and I'm driving real fast
And I'm smashing on the gas, I'm tryna do the dash
Hot Wheel: got 200 on the dash
Man I'm driving real fast, I'm tryna do the dash
Push it! (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Push it! (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
[Verse 1: Strap (of Travis Porter)]
I'm in a hot wheel til I light this here
Tap my bitch she switch my gear
Diamond shining they all clear
PHMG they all here
Tattoos they all over me
She see me kissin all on my tip
He say I'm a rookie n-gga, I been doing it for years
Better take a look at me, better check my booking fee
I been cooking shit off in the kitchen but I ain't Lil' B
Pull up in a Hot Wheel, bitch need a green card
All-red candy paint, n-gga this your dream car
I'm that muthaf-ckin n-gga all the bitches scheme for
When she with me, she be hoping all her girlfriends seen her
She suck a dick so good, but why you think she on my team for
I got her dancing slow, in slow mo like she on lean or something
Smoking on that dro, got that ho drinking semen
Hear me coming down the street: 'Rari, screaming
Pinky ring doing numbers, shining, blinging
Ink all on my body and I'm hotter than a demon
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Young Dro]
Hold on let me rip this ho
Car so fast I flipped that ho
Tell them boys don't play with Dro
Pause that bitch, skip that ho
Black coat let my coupe in here
Decapitate my roof in here
The reason why they ask for Dro cuz they wanted the truth in here
Just like Star, I'm rockin ya
? I'm poppin ya
I knew something was fishy going on like tilapia
You ain't f-ckin with pimpin though
My wrist blow up like indigo
I like a model bitch but I would rather Oprah Winfrey though
The richest bitch up in this bitch
My paint flop and then flip in this
My Glock it got a clip in it
My car so wet it's drippin shit
They copy me like Kinko do
Diamond chain, one pink one blue
Car so fast, my speakers on blast
Don't race me boy, I'm shittin on you
Hold up they can't take this shit
I spaz out with no brakes and shit
I'm Bosco with this cake and shit
Congo dro, ape and shit
I saw yo broad and took that bitch
Wassup with all that liquor shit?
You see these horses on my car
'Rari bitch I'm pushin it
[Hook]
[Verse 3: T.I.]
I'm mindin mine, in 599s
New Ferraris, know that I'm ballin ho
400, 000 in public housing, ? blunt of dro
Through Atlanta station I'm pushin
Every corner I'm hookin
Bad bitches just lookin
Tryna throw me that pussy
Say what happened baby I can't
Cause them n-ggas cool, but they ain't shawty
Wrist froze and I can't thaw it
Hundred mil well that ain't hard, I'm hard
As a muthaf-cka, swear to God, I'm God
To the trap n-ggas and dope boys... pause
Blow a half a mil just cause, ball
Money ain't a thang, not at all
Drink the lean and get kool-aid
Get high on pills for like 2 days
Fresh to death in that?
Diamonds clearer than Blu-ray
Aye! Ain't no fugaze, I'm too major, I'm super paid
Say 30 mil, better double that
That money short then we double back
Got rubber bands around 30 racks
I'm trouble man so where the trouble at?
I got a truck load of them hood rats
I push through, where your hood at?
konvict music
grand hustle movement
you know what this is partner
yeah
(akon) (chorus)
we get it poppin on site
im sure you already know my steno
see ive never been a buster just a true hustler
my squad is lethal
come with the right price
i can make you look bigger then nino
just put a gun in your hand let you ride with the man cause imma motherfucking hero
(t.i.)
just to make sure he dont get it clear like pallegreeno
from asceno to a kilo imma neighborhood hero
they be talking love but they aint never seen a key though
never chop them 63's down to triple 0
hate on me so much but im what you wanna be though
might of went triple platinum but you never been a g though
i keep the 50 with me tote it round like it legal
fly like a segal, ride around with 3 girls
keep it pimpin with me you know you dont want to see those
so what we can meet up you get your ass beat up
the reason people honor me the reason why you under me
you dont believe we run the streets well come and see nigga
(akon) (chorus)
we get it poppin on site
im sure you already know my steno
see ive never been a buster just a true hustler
my squad is lethal
come with the right price
i can make you look bigger then neno
just put a gun in your hand let you ride with the man cause imma motherfucking hero
(t.i.)
im the man thats apparent even when im running errands
got to beat a mcClaren on what im wearing got em staring
bitches i share em if the in my hair em
they aint getting high well i dont go near em
nigga wanna die tell him buck i dare em
i aint gonna spare em homie im gonna tear em
apart from his heart to his ass swear to god
give a fuck about his partner give a damn about a charge
i take it to far pull up where ever you are
empty clips in your new car
picture you dead a zoom off
admit it you lost probly cause shawty to raw
you flaw ayy tell em how we do dawg
(akon) (chorus)
we get it poppin on site
im sure you already know my steno
see ive never been a buster just a true hustler
my squad is lethal
come with the right price
i can make you look bigger then neno
just put a gun in your hand let you ride with the man cause imma motherfucking hero
(akon)
got a box of ammo that i rarely use
9 millimeter that shine like shoes
hope the day never come where a nigga have to
let it go on the bust and hope it aint you
cause i be on deck on the grind like sex
taking over local city street like feds
breaking down ever nickel, every dime,every brick
down to the last dollar i mean every bit
(akon) (chorus)x2
we get it poppin on site
im sure you already know my steno
see ive never been a buster just a true hustler
my squad is lethal
come with the right price
i can make you look bigger then neno
[Verse 1 - Pharrell]
There's a rainbow everywhere
Dependin on where you stand
Whether the dashboard?
Or the walls 100 grand each
Double R, interior tan, outside is peach
Oh you trying to make a deal out in golden beach?
Or the Florida Keys ducking the Florida Dees
But you only end up with bricks and sand
I know niggas that run from the shadows like Peter Pan
Runnin like it's a Nike commercial but he the man
What they don't like on site he murk like he the clan?
Eight balls the size of baseballs like Jeter's hand
It fecal fam - yea it's the shit
Zip your face up when skateboard is on the script
Catch me in the Gap V with some BBC trunks
Flip flops sippin on cream like it's punch
I push the spaceship with the chrome lady in the front
Bendin over like she just puffed Busta's blunt
I told y'all motherfuckas once, I think I'm hungry
Finna eat yall niggas' lunch
Yall niggas cunts, I'm from the commonwealth
Where wealth ain't common
When niggas roll around with
Chrome solvers looking for problems
Mouth full of gold, flame when they roll
Arthritic fingers: niggas bang when they stroll
Tradin in the hats for the cane and the gold
The golds for the chain and the cane was on swole
Ayo Tip get these peon niggas told
[Verse 2 - T.I]
Still stand tall when it all falls down
Whether Hollywood hills or a 1 horse town
You should know better
There's no better than these 4 letters
Mo' than ever niggas want me dead
Cause they're starving and I'm getting fed
But fuck em anyway
I'd rather be me on my worst day
Than to be a sucker nigga on his birthday
All cake no candles, just a living example
10 toes down all out no sandals
Godfather, a young Marlon Brando
Let me make sure they understand yo
Hear ye, here ye, you wise you fear me
Real niggas on their shine, much obliged, merci!
Everybody want to criticize him about how bad he ended up
Look how bad he could've been
I could've caught a body sold a brick to somebody
Who volunteered my information to the federales
I made it out of all of that like I ain't gonna be proud of that
So petty shit, you sticking to me
Give me all you got of that
Doing this for all my niggas
Who about to go to prison and let a nigga kill them
So we leaving this PO snub nose in his denim
Trap or death is waiting
Round the corners that he been in
On bended knee, God forgive us, we've been sinnin
In our defense, look at the options we've been given
Laying in the prison cell staring at the ceiling
Back in this bitch again
I guess they werent bullshitting huh?
Still wonder where it all went wrong
Since Phil got killed I ain't never moved on
Like I'm still in the club where the blows got thrown
When my crown fell down and I got dethroned
Bunch of niggas around but I feel all alone
Like a piece of me is missing, guess it never came home
Probably died in a van when it all hit the fan
Save the life of a friend
We don't all get the chance
Now here I stand with blood on my hands
Tryin hard to explain so his mom understand
I dun fought for the loss for the soul of a man
Only soldiers know how that'll take a toll on a man
Burden of the World of my shoulders: heavy
Visibly composed, my emotions buried
Scary, so if I pop a pill
Smoke a blunt or take a shot
Ya'll let a niggga live
Still baffled how my life unravelled
In the meantime time just travelled
Can't see behind the walls of my castle
Opinionated pions son but who asked you
I tell you what you do
Take your 2 cents
Kick rocks to a fountain pitching to make a wish
Shit, if wishes had wings, they'd all make it to heaven
[Timbaland talking:]
Tip, Tip, Tip, it's Timbo.
I mean what this I hear.. you doin a mixtape..
my nigga but if you gon do it remember that ?track? we started on?
You, you, you go ahead and put that on there.
Sez you wanna do a damn mixtape.. you put that on there.
Timbo to ?Kizznick?
[Chorus:]
(Hey!) Yeah here we go again (here we go),
I know they hate to see us walkin through the door again (door like) (hide your hoes nigga) [x2]
We got your hoe bitch rockin, everybody just jockin,
niggas know they can't stop it so they stand round watchin and shit.
Your bitch she watchin me too, hey you can't stop her from choosing -
I'm way hotter than you, I'm way hotter than you.
[Verse 1:]
Hey, Tip and Timbaland back up on they shit again got your bitch attention cos' I'm cooler than a ceiling fan.
Hey listen man respect my G and I can be a gentleman, or else know all I have before and shit for me to get again.
Different day and maxed out, creepin up on ?s-got?.
Theres gon be trouble if I get hot so try me boy, you best not.
Just part of my ?spottem?, ask whats happenin' theres a problem?
They say I can't have no pistols but them blades I got em'.
Catch em necktight colombian for stuntin like a dummy when confronted wit a ?gun and men?
Excuse me come again?
I thought not better turn around and get to walkin out before this shit get ugly have you and your buddy chalked out like yeah, yeah...
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Hey get your mind right. Stay up out my limelight before I have to do it for ya bro now what that sound like?
No threats just promises, better use your common sense or face the consequences, repercussions and the punishments.
Hey evidently you forgot you dealing wit a parliament, king like Solomon and forces zero tolerance
but disrespect or go against the G-code flex and jack consider this your warning.
Dare a god to learn a lesson, kick the ?messit? when I'm in the club stay up out my section.
If you're lookin for your chick well you'll more likely get ejected specially if she half naked and she choosin on the crew.
Grand Hustle in the building, nigga you know what it do like, like yeah...
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
We hit the dough bullet swag, wonderin where the pussy at.
Me and the bitches wonder bro, what happen, what ya lookin at?
You better change your eyeline fo' we get it crackin holme fed case or not PNC we about that action.
Hi-it the dough bullet swag wonderin where the pussy at,
me and the bitches bro, what happen, what ya lookin' at?
You better change your eyeline fo' we get it crackin holme fed case or not PNC we about that action flashin like, like yeah.
Help on the way
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
Help on the way
Help on the way
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
Help on the way
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
They say the game f**ked up
and the records ain't sellin
It was bad in 06' gettin worse in 07'
Market over saturated with all the bootleggin
When it seems better shawty ain't no tellin'
Well, call Lyor, give him this message
Then hit K'ys tell hiim, tell Kevin,
Craig, Julie Greenwald, all of them present
The fifty mill you gave me,
was a sound investment
This time around we gon sell 5,
no less than 4 on a slow day,
call vegas and bet
By the way, if you a winner,
I'm the one you should be with Hit J,
Tell them niggas to bet against
Grand Hustle homie,
I'm a make you respect this
They say "the market share down",
so... I ain't affected
Tell the label relax,
ain't no need to stress shit
Just cut the check a
nd I'll handle the rest...shhiit
They say the game in trouble
Help on the way
Don't worry bout nothin
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
I got this shit
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
Don't worry bout nothin
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
I got this shit
Help on the way
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
It ain't gon Stop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
It ain't gon stop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
You hear my name so hot, I got the game on lock
You niggas keep floppin, But i remain on top
Still the same ol' me, With the same ol' glock
From the first cd, With the Kangol top
I was hollerin dopeboy when I first came out
It seems like everyone in the dope game now man
I told these niggas that it ain't gon stop
All the hatin' gon' stop or this thang gon' blah
Most of these niggas ,ain't slang ,no blocks
Got a lil' somethin', but it ain't so hot
Try to sell a record when my shit drop
Get the cover of the magazine
when my shit out nope
I think not just why,
if you ever eye with a nigga this fly
You better watch your mouth,
you ain't that high
KING OF THE SOUTH, you ain't that guy
They say the game in trouble
Help on the way
Don't worry bout nothin
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
I got this shit
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
Don't worry bout nothin
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
I got this shit
Help on the way
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
It ain't gon Stop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
It ain't gon stop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
To the fans and the critics,
think hip hop is missing
This is a lil' proof that hip hop livin'
You can hear a hip hop top now, just listen
Now see a hip hop walk out with 6 bitches
In the ATL, see hip hop chillin'
In a multimillion dollar crib hip hop building
You know how many cars hip hops driven?
Nigga I'm everything hip hop's missing
Nigga you is everything hip hop isn't
My heart and my soul, where hip hop live at
To anyone whos ever said hip hops finished
It can't be dead while I'm still livin in it
I'm livin (and well, might I add that)
They say the game in trouble
Help on the way
Don't worry bout nothin
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
I got this shit
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
Don't worry bout nothin
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
I got this shit
Help on the way
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
It ain't gon Stop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
It ain't gon stop
Hello..
Hey, what's happenin'?
It's been a minute, huh? I'm just hollerin'
How you doin?
It's been a minute since I seen ya,
I fell off for the scene,
Cuz it seem like you wanted other things than da king,
Why you fightin', fussin', cussin', and disagreein' wit da king?
When you got cribs, cars, bling, and a king wit da king?
Is the grass as green as it seemed in ya dreams,
Are you gettin all the things that you needed and I ain't bring,
Does it satisfy your self-esteem bein seen on da screen,
Is this new nigga the real thing or is just a lil' fling?
Did he buy a nice bracelet and get ya a lil' ring?
Or give you all the attention and the lil' things?
He know what to do with the stuff you stuff in them lil' jeans?
Do he stand up and lean in it 'til you start screamin'?
Or smack your ass and kiss your G-String to start eatin? (muah),
You get how you need it, not only when it's convenient,
I just pick up the phone and call you every week or two to let you know I miss you,
To see how that other nigga treatin' you.
I remember morning, noon, and night,
I used to hold you tight,
I know we used to fuss and fight ,
But I'm just calling to say (hello) Hello, (hello, oh baby)
See time has a funny way of keeping us close,
Even though we never stayed, toghether,
I just wanted to say (hello) hello (hello)
Hello?
Ay, it's me,
Hey, what's happenin? How ya doin?
I know plenty of niggas pursuin' them panties, all for the screwin',
Fly you down to Miami,
Let you walk the red carpet when I'm at da Grammys,
But I'm what he can never be, a boss, understand me?
He pose and take pictures of things he buy for ya,
He got you a rose, but that don't mean he'd die for ya,
Hey, maybe I got too much pride to cry for ya,
But not too much to call you and tell you that I adore ya,
And tell you how I'm missin you, lovin you, and kissin you,
And think about the good old days and wanna visit you,
This song I'd like to listen to whenever reminisicin' you,
You, stay on my mind nevermind how I picture you,
Think about the past and all the time that I spent witchu,
Rubbin on that ass from behind as I dig in you,
Never been a doubt in my mind that I was diggin' you,
How I love you shorty, you'll never find another nigga to
Every now and then I think of you,
And I can't lie I be wantin' you,
But I understand that I'm not your man,
And I also know that the future's not in your hands
Every now and then I'd call you to say how you doin,
And baby I miss you,
Girl, this is just to say hello,
Hello Baby.
(Hello, hello..
I'm So Done...
I'm Through...
It's Your Fault...
It's You...
[Chorus: T.I. And Ciara]
You Can Never Ever Say I Ain't Gave My Love,
You Can Never Say I Don't Care,
Since The Beginning I've Been Here, I Aint Changed My Love,
Regardless Of What You May Feel,
Us Breaking Up Today Would Be A Shame My Love,
Don't Think It's Such A Good Idea,
But You Don't Show Me That You Appreciate My Love,
I Had To Say Goodbye My Dear.
My Dear My Dear...Say Goodbye My Dear...
[Verse 1: Ciara]
I'm Packin' Up Boy I Got To Leave,
Gave You My Heart & My Soul, I Gave Everything,
Spent So Much Time In The Streets,
You Lied, You Creeped,
And I Stayed Here With You.
Ooh...
Dont Wanna Do This To My Family,
They Wanna See Us Together, Living Happily,
But You Are So Unfair, You Showed No Care,
And That's Why I Am Through...
All The Pain, (All The Pain)
All These Years, (All These Years)
I Hate To Walk Away,
But I Got To Say Goodbye My Dear,
I'm So Done With You Boy.
[Chorus:]
You Can Never Ever Say I Ain't Gave My Love,
You Can Never Say I Don't Care,
Since The Beginning I've Been Here, I Aint Changed My Love,
Regardless Of What You May Feel,
Us Breaking Up Today Would Be A Shame My Love,
Don't Think It's Such A Good Idea,
But You Don't Show Me That You Appreciate My Love,
I Had To Say Goodbye My Dear.
My Dear My Dear...Say Goodbye My Dear...
[Verse 2: T.I.]
We've Been Going Through This So Long,
And You Don't Listen To Me So Now I'm Showing You,
You'll See When Im Gone You'll Miss Me More Than You You Think You Will
Ain't Nan Nigga Gonna Do All That I Done Did
All The Years I Been Knowin You
Look At How We Live And Look What U Got Me Goin Through
Girlfriend In Your Ear Got You Thinking I Aint Shit...
She Say I Aint Doin Nothing For You Aint Dat Some Shit
I Ain't Finna Have This Shit So Imma Let You Have The Shit
Better Stop Tryin' Me Or Imma Hurt You And That Bitch
I Don't Mean No Harm, No
But I Been Tryin' Hard Yo,
I Oughta Walk Away...
She Got A Hold On My Heart Though (Though)
[Chorus: T.I. And Ciara]
You Can Never Ever Say I Ain't Gave My Love,
You Can Never Say I Don't Care,
Since The Beginning I've Been Here, I Aint Changed My Love,
Regardless Of What You May Feel,
Us Breaking Up Today Would Be A Shame My Love,
Don't Think It's Such A Good Idea,
But You Won't Show Me That You Appreciate My Love,
I Had To Say Goodbye My Dear.
My Dear My Dear...Say Goodbye My Dear...
[Bridge: T.I. And Ciara]
First We Fuss And We Fight And We Break Up
Then We Kiss And Make Love And We Make Up
Do This Over And Over But No More Shawty This Time Im 4sho
First We Fuss And We Fight And We Break Up
Then We Kiss And Make Love And We Make Up
Do This Over And Over But No More Shawty This Time Im 4sho
[Chorus: T.I. And Ciara]
You Can Never Ever Say I Ain't Gave My Love,
You Can Never Say I Don't Care,
Since The Beginning I've Been Here, I Aint Changed My Love,
Regardless Of What You May Feel,
Us Breaking Up Today Would Be A Shame My Love,
Don't Think It's Such A Good Idea,
But You Don't Show Me That You Appreciate My Love,
I Have To Say Goodbye My Dear.
My Dear My Dear...Say Goodbye My Dear...
[Ciara Ad-Libbing At The End]
Tip I Stayed Down For You Even Waited Around For You... I Said But... But But But...
Now You Cant Never Say I Aint Gave My Love, You Cant Never Say I Don't Care...
[Ciara Speaking As Music Fades Out]
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Shawty Come And Get Yo Girl
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Listen Pimp Come And Get Yo Girl
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Ey
Hold Up Ain't That Yo Girl Yeah
Well Come And Get Her Then
Well Come And Get Her Then
Well Come And Get Her
Come And Get Yo Girl
She All In My Space
Backing Her Ass All In My Face
Come And Get Yo Girl
Cause Shawty Won't Leave
How Could She Be... When She All On Me
Come And Get Yo Girl
Cause Shawty So Ugghh
Looking Like Trash I Ain't Saying Nothing To Her
Come And Get Your Girl
Ey Shawty Can't Stay
We Brought Real Women And She All In They Way
Come And Get Yo Girl
I Don't Want Her
Soliciting That Pussy Like She Standing on The Corner
Her Breath Smell Like Corona And Patron And Mar-na
She Giving Me Her Number I Ain't Gonna Telephone Her
Shawty Listen Come And Get Your Girl
She Trippin
Pissy Drunk And Won't Listen
When I Tell Her Get To Gettin
Did You Hear Me Cause Sittin There Still While We Chillen
And you Illin
Actin Silly Like You Too High On A Peal
And I'm Feeling If That's Yo Girl
You Should Go Get Her
Me And My Partnas Arent Gonna Be Bothered With Her
Listen Nigga Come And Get Your Girl
Out My Section
I'm Try To Be Nice But I'm a Get To Disrespectin
In A second Get Yo Girl
In A Hurray She Very Unattractive
And I'm Asking You To Grab Her
Boy You Have To Come And Get Yo Girl
What's Her Problem?
Them Chicks With Us Gonna Jump Her And I Ain't Finna Stop 'em
I Done Told You Get Yo Girl
Come And Get Yo Girl
She All In My Space
Backing Her Ass All In My Face
Come And Get Yo Girl
Cause Shawty Won't Leave
How Could She Be... When She All On Me
Come And Get Yo Girl
Cause Shawty So Ugghh
Looking Like Trash I Ain't Saying Nothing To Her
Come And Get Your Girl
Ey Shawty Can't Stay
We Brought Real Women And She All In They Way
Hey Shawty Really Come And Get Yo Chick
She On Me Like The Horses On Polo
In Here Tryin To Get A Photo
Please Come Do Somthin With Yo...
I Rather Leave Solo
Cause She Ain't Even So-So
What The Fuck She Got On They Ain't Air Vs On Her Logo
When She With Me She Got A Green Light
She More Like A No Go
She Could'ntRide With Me In My Two Seater Or In My Photo
She Aiming At The Star Tryin To Holla At It
What She Thinkin Bout I Got Elevated Figure
Man They Took The Car Money In The Bank
Black A Mile Smoke Her Breath So Stank
I Came In The Club Swag Sharper Than The Shank
Then She Throwin Ass At My Head Bigger Than A Tank
Come And Get Yo Girl
She All In My Space
Backing Her Ass All In My Face
Come And Get Yo Girl
Cause Shawty Won't Leave
How Could She Be... When She All On Me
Come And Get Yo Girl
Cause Shawty So Ugghh
Looking Like Trash I Ain't Saying Nothing To Her
Come And Get Your Girl
Ey Shawty Can't Stay
We Brought Real Women And She All In They Way
[Intro:]
Just follow my league
I could show you how to do it just follow my league
Just follow my league
That cake I show u how to get it
Boi just follow my league
Just follow my league
That cake I show u how to get it boi
I could show u how to get it
Just follow my league
[Verse 1:]
That cake I show u how to get it boi
I got it to spend
I mean I got I have 20 thousand in my pocket since breakfest
Russel simmons in my ear
Or entrapaneir
Another young black self made millionaire
Purple I keep it in a chronic
Blow that shit in the air
It dnt care nothin bout no money throw that shit in the air
We in g5 tryna fit strippers in here
And bust it open they self when we get in the air
They said money done gone
Well I'm a go get it
I whiped out 20 I could still cast in dis
In a hummer bought a hummer headed straight for a bently
Then u could start chillin
Nigga dnt be silly
Listen I'm a keep grindin I'm a keep pillin
5 million hours of chiefin n start dealin
Now I've been in different women who give me money I'm not tripin
At 40 I'm a be in my yat with my grandchildren
[Hook:]
I get that money
I'm a get that money
Ye ain't got nothin for me
U betta get that for me [x4]
[Verse 2:]
Picture perfect I paint a perfect picture bad bitches
Standin vert. my intentions is gettin busy
Top in dis.
Sittin pritty
And we ridin down 20
Hit this one time and then get busy
A let me hit that one time and swicth cities
If I'm really gettin busy my heart is gettin women
Sell trend rides
That car in that city
Million dollar cribs that
Ballers dnt even live in
I got a help top swear to god I ain't even been in
Crib with pools I ain't even went swimmin
A keep watchin me then money showdie I'm a keep gettin it
Million dollar worth of watches sum times I keep thinkin
Hey man, hey man you know what I'm saying
I told these niggas a thousand times if I ain't told em once man
Ain't nothing gonna stop me show em the mother fucking the flat line you understand that?
As long as a breath in my body, and my heart still beating my chest pardon
I'ma still begin this suffer nigga hate, you understand?
Of I old you who won't like it, you got two options
Leave with it a dime from you
I need to go and find you a real tall building
Or a nice pretty bridge and take a lead homes
'Cause that's all, that's the solution I got for you
If you think I'm gonna ease up
Yes, is that your mother fucking mine partner,
If you think I'ma slow down
Then your ass is that your mother fuckin mine partner
If you think I'ma do anything yeah that's precise for what I've been doing for the past 90year
You got me fucked up homes
So I ain't gonna tell you no more
I'ma let man key do it for me
Ay man, run this shit
Who would reach it, who would reach it, I I I I
Chorus:
Hey I'm rounding round with my lights on, you broke way
Top down with my shades on, you AK
Right beside me so don't do it, you try me
And I'm gonna do it tell me do you wanna guide me, oh well,
SO what, fuck it, fuck it, so what
Fuck it, so what, fuck it, fuck it, so what, oh well
Fuck it, sO what, fuck it, fuck it so what,
Fuck it, so what, fuck it, fuck it so what
I'm rounding round, my lights on, my top down, my nights on
My white teeth, my AKB side me don't get wrong
We won't take no shit hoe, and brought day we...
Then bro say I'm old there I hit that they call back
Pocket full them clothes stacks
My home boys we mow rats
He Gucci, he Louie, he Ermies by all that
I pull up then have bout here whole shout
You saw that that's TI and he fly
If not what you call that
Still big bang can't foll it up,
Hundred pound to the loud can't roll it up
Couple Hollywood bitch get em foll to fuck
Real nigga can't help but notice up
We cool the shit weed up the fuck
You approaching us, you know what
You don't give a fuck about your life
Why should I, so what?
[Chorus:]
Hey what you know about me
Zippin on that I'm on
And out of money I see
From out of places I've gone
OG's call me your G and I'm your nigga why do you think
'Cause I've been putting that work
And I'm movin up my ring
AK with me I ain't plan you get shot if you don't
No chopper spring bloss a blazzin fuck around if you won't
Don't you know I'm still on bank here to the seat go on big blow
My wrist right in high way clip full of them hot thing
Seat belt in my AK nigga try me in this main day
Don't go down no plane crest and fur no his lane male
You think 'cause I'm famous I won't grab that bank up
Pull one in the chain but then let go
Hey let's go
"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" -
Ladies and gentlemen.. Fre-fre-fre-fresh!
T.I.P., aye!
I know a lot of y'all niggaz out there, man who ain't up on this down south shit
Probably wonderin' what the fuck you listenin' to right now, ahah!
King amongst kings! It's an absolute honor and a pleasure y'know I'm sayin'
To bring you.. some gangsta shit of catastrophic proportions
All the UGK alumni like myself know what this is man
Hey Bun! Pimp C nigga!
I gotta '66 Impala so fresh
White top, burnt drop wit' the choppers on deck
It was off, Panda motor on a '94 'Vette
Fish bowl, televisions pimpin' I ain't done yet
I got the cherry red leather and I'm sittin' on chrome
On 26 inches just to get my roll on
On a Jeezy songs on, make them bitches get low
I get that ass raised up, like Dr. Dre six four
Hey, come up in my hood, bet them bitches know Tip
If you tell 'em you wit' him, all them bitches gon' strip
If I show up in yo' hood, I bet you niggaz won't trip
Once I empty out this clip, I bet you niggaz gon' dip
Or get hit up in yo'...
"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" -
Never let hoe ass niggaz ride!!
"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" -
And we never let hoe ass niggaz ride!!
It's the Gulf Way Boulevard gangsta
Swangin' on T.I., essence of fo's (essence of fo's)
Pirellis and blades 'em crews of hoe
I'm a playa, you can tell by how I choose my hoes
When it gets to swangin' on the curb, you might lose ya toes
Dedicated to the slab (slab), the dunks (dunks), the drops (drops)
The candy painted cars wit' the chopped off tops (off tops)
Now put ya diamonds up against the wood wheel
Lean back or throw ya leather, chunk a deuce, and show your grill
Keep it trill, this the south baby, Texas and GA
T.I. reppin' for Bankhead, I'm reppin' for P.A. (for P.A.)
Now pop ya trunk, get it crunk, it's time to ride
Show them boys you got that front back and side to side baby
"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" -
Never let hoe ass niggaz ride!!
"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" -
And we never let hoe ass niggaz ride!!
I'm switchin' lane to lane (uh), leanin' on the switch (on the switch)
Sippin' on the barre, smokin' green and hittin' licks
Bumpin' Too $hort baby, in the candy red whips (whips)
Drop the top and pimp the lot and watch the trunk do tricks (do tricks)
Pimp C, I keep my money on my mind (mind)
Keep a hooker on the track and keep a swisher full of pine (pine)
If y'know like I know, you wouldn't try it (try it)
Wanna jack me for my candy car, you must wanna die (wanna die)
But I don't really wanna hit ya wit' this hot thang
I just wanna get some brain in the turnin' lane
Comin' down creepin' slow, sippin' on a poor fo'
Bangin' on the screw, and keep the pistol right here in the do'
"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" -
Never let hoe ass niggaz ride!!
"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" -
And we never let hoe ass niggaz ride!!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
(But she's a freak though)
She got angel eyes, wit the baby face
(But she's a freak though)
I want my momma and daddy to meet her
Maybe have my baby
(But she's a freak though)
They keep talking about you
Because they - can't keep up with your pace
You're my - super freak! super freak!
You're my - super freak!
My momma taught me, everything fine ain't the finest
And everything that shine ain't a diamond
They say that change come wit time and I'm finding
That most bitches take your kindness for blindness
Yeah it feel good laying her beside you
Diggin deep, all nine up inside you
But we can't kick out in public, gotta hide you
Cause all my partnaz in the hood done tried you
It's true that you can't turn a hoe into a house wife
Well listen shorty maybe I don't want a house wife
They say that you a freak I'm thinking that they bout right
Because that pussy's so good and your mouth tight
A pretty face, slim waist, and her stout nice
Juicy ass that them niggaz in the south like
She super sexy, got a nigga thinking bout a wife
Wearing all white, being wit her for life
The main thing making niggaz judge you
Is the same thing that make me wanna love you
From the smell of ya hair, I wanna hug you
To the way you yell "give it to me" when I fuck you
Plus you ain't tripping off a nigga cause he thuggin
That's why I'm twice as happy as relationships I was in
But my partna say you trickin wit his cousin
But nevermind, I don't listen they be buggin
They find it hard to understand how could T.I.P. love
This girl, when her man is out at strip clubs
Maybe cause T.I.P. girls leaving wit girls
And in the morning they'll be waking up with six girls
They don't know we more like homies when we pick girls
Why you worried bout it, he ain't gotta make you his girl
Fuck what he think about you, I think you the shit girl
Make me wanna bring another kid in the world
Now I been told every nigga in the streets know
She ain't nothing but a freak ho
But when I look in her pretty eyes, I don't see it though
Now she done showed me some shit that I ain't seen before
But what we do behind closed doors is for me to know
All in all I've decided I'm a keep her though
I'm a fucking grown man, what I'm creeping for?
Just try me by the four, that's what I'm toting heaters for
I'd die by that for her a real good reason though
That's how I feel, let my partnaz and my momma know
Keep it real, all the disrespect has got to go
I just respect that she herself and she don't hide it
Though she may have been a tad misguided
All she need is a little affection, a lot of direction
A nigga wit a constant erection
And I done wasted plenty time contemplating second guessing
How you got it for real?
Mullage
Nigga tell me how you got it for real
[Chorus:]
She said she like the paint, she said she like the grill, she said she like the soft material, I say for real. (how you got it for real?)
She said she like the flowers, she said she like to roll, she said she like the vehicle, she know it gon (how you got it for real?)
She said she like the paint, she said she like the grill, she said she like the soft material, I say for real. (how you got it for real?)
The [? ] is kill, the emblem is I'll, she said that maybe we can get away, I tell her yeaaah
She said she like the boss, nigga, said she like a player... She said she like it when I hit it from the back and pull her hair, girlfriend join in, she like "I don't even care"... certified game spitting nigga and that's how I got it for real
Bad bitch, say she with it, right? Wild but the pretty type, said she like to blow dro and ride through the city light... The business type, freaky and she want to be and kick it like I pimping might, said she wanna feel what that jimmy like. Scoop her in the hemy then we headed through the city... get a room out at Lenox, I be out here for a minute... I be in it going digits, so you know them hoes dig it... menagin the king, so you know them hoes with it.
[Chorus:]
She said she like the paint, she said she like the grill, she said she like the soft material, I say for real. (how you got it for real?)
She said she like the flowers, she said she like to roll, she said she like the vehicle, she know it gon? (how you got it for real?)
She said she like the paper, she said she like the grill, she said she like the soft material, I say for real.(how you got it for real?)
The [? ] is kill, the emblem is I'll, she said that maybe we can get away, I tell her yeaaah
Yup, really wasn't mucch to it... I'm tryna back up off her, she be begging me to do it... she be telling me about her pussy, about how it gettin gooey, and how she couldn't wait for me to stick my dick in to it. I said you got a man, she say, but he a square... he don't even be liking smack my ass and pull my hair, he keep me in the house and he don't take me anywhere... or buy me anything and I don't think it really fair.
I say you got a point, but you don't wanna cheat... she say he making love and she wanna be a freak, and she got another side, she say you don't wanna see... and in case you wanna know, that's why she wanna be with me!
[Chorus:]
She said she like the paint, she said she like the grill, she said she like the soft material, I say for real.(how you got it for real?)
She said she like the flowers, she said she like to roll, she said she like the vehicle, she know it gon? (how you got it for real?)
She said she like the paint, she said she like the grill, she said she like the soft material, I say for real.(how you got it for real?)
The [? ] is kill, the emblem is I'll, she said that maybe we can get away, I tell her yeaaah
Ayy, I got it like this. she ain't fun to trip and serve her clit to me & tip... I met her in miami, told her pimpinn coming soon, and she gon' bust it wide open just to get off in that room... in the meantime let me introduce myself, extraordinary baby... unlike anybody else... (say wassya name?) well that's irrelevant, but maybe this'll help, know when your sucking on me... you sippin on top shit...
Ay, you see me, top down, jet black, rollls with a bitch that don't like girls but I'm thinking we can fix that... hit this blunt, one of these and sit back, wait a half an hour... all your issues, you'll forget that... now she kissin' on my nipples, licking on my six pack, blowin in my ear, then sliding down to where my dick's at... my phone just be humming, so the pussies just be folllowing me, honestly... I'm just tryna tell you how I got it for real.
[Chorus/End:]
She said she like the paint, she said she like the grill, she said she like the soft material, I say for real.(how you got it for real?)
She said she like the flowers, she said she like to roll, she said she like the vehicle, she know it gon? (how you got it for real?)
She said she like the paint, she said she like the grill, she said she like the soft material, I say for real.(how you got it for real?)
[Chorus]
Follow your dreams, don't give up
Don't ever listen when they tell you you're gonna be a failure
I'm living inside pass the numb
Remember anything's possible believe is all you gotta do
Forever follow your dreams don't give up
Don't ever tell you what you can't do because they hate you
I'm living inside pass the numb
The sky's the limit, wanted all you gotta do is get it, homie
Message to the youth, remember you can get anything you pursue
Look at me I'm living proof, there's a piece of me you it ain't a lot different about it
Nobody ever told I'd live to see a million dollars
Remember I was hersing just to fix up my parlor
And now you are the scene that kinda... the hop about them
Convertible Mercedes looking haters like holler
... I don't know you got nada
How they get a second hand is up to their... I'm their fly
So they go hating on ass wife
Oh, never minds, keep your head to the sky, dawg
Remember nothing be suffered you but you try dawg
Don't listen to them when they say you can't have it
Let it go on this year write that down
When Jackie fashion on them laughing,
Soon you'll be passing all their broke asses better than you imagine
[Chorus]
Follow your dreams, don't give up
Don't ever listen when they tell you you're gonna be a failure
I'm living inside pass the numb
Remember anything's possible believe is all you gotta do
Forever follow your dreams don't give up
Don't ever tell you what you can't do because they hate you
I'm living inside pass the numb
The sky's the limit, wanted all you gotta do is get it, homie
Same message on the second could tell you from verse one
You let a trick get out of your dreams the work's done
Only purpose for some to take your eyes off the prize
And to keep your from succeeding see they're willing to die
Let's say one day you cross paths end up killing the guy
Never make it go to the pen now you let him win
Man now hear he a... laughing at you from the grave cause you ain't get paid
Haters same want to call you a sucker today
And laugh at you tomorrow when the fear take you away
Once upon a time there was a guy named Jake
And he would never make a man... he say
He the queer right here today the had day airway
Instead he quit the job plus a hard night and day
Dropped the... artist, though nobody heard of him
Mighty sales but the mix tapes murdered him
Got off the label seen the haters on the inspire
Him determined grand hustle to an empire, and poof
At the hood he blew, if not me... that could be you, remember
[Chorus]
Follow your dreams, don't give up
Don't ever listen when they tell you you're gonna be a failure
I'm living inside pass the numb
Remember anything's possible believe is all you gotta do
Forever follow your dreams don't give up
Don't ever tell you what you can't do because they hate you
I'm living inside pass the numb
Let me ask you something
Aye, aye
I see u over there man
U dancing like that for me?
[Chorus:]
You know your the only one I'm feeling
All the time I got to b with u
U know I'm feeling you
Whatever you wanna do
I don't want my girl friend feeling
I don't care I'm gonna stay with u
Boy u know I'm feeling you
It's whatever u wanna do
[T.I.:]
U can have it baby cash on deck
Don't guess u understand I demand my respect
The man I respect don't believe go check
Told a hundred g's I don't need no check
I ride in ferrari's I don't need no vette
Abuse the fuel, I'm over sea's in the jet
Know how to use the tools so I don't need a vest
U ain't had no sex, u ain't brought no sweat baby
Just remember that your fucking with the best baby
Keep the sugar in the bowl, and I can do the rest baby
Nevermind the baby momma's and the ex ladys
Anytime u wanna holla shawty just say it
[Chorus:]
You know your the only one I'm feeling
All the time I got to b with u
U know I'm feeling you
Whatever you wanna do
I don't want my girl friend feeling
I don't care I'm gonna stay with u
Shawty u know I'm feeling you
It's whatever u wanna do
[T.I.:]
My little nigga pre I be's out there
U looking for a dime baby he's right here
Apparent to all the other cats to me it's not fair
I know I look good but u need to not stare
U gotta come and hit me up when he's not there
I smack that thing, come and pull that hair
Give it to u till u say it feel good right there
Ride with u through and learn that's my hood right there
Yeah u dealing with a real ball player
And I'm dealing with a good girl like an all square
Playing hard to get gon with all that there
U ain't ready come a [? ] next year(ray)
[Chorus:]
You know your the only one I'm feeling
All the time I got to b with u
U know I'm feeling you
Whatever you wanna do
I don't want my girl friend feeling
I don't care I'm gonna stay with u
Boy u know I'm feeling you
It's whatever u wanna do
[T.I.:]
I got a pocket full of dough
Big to the floor
All the ladys if u really with it let me know
Say you, you know I'm feeling you
Whatever you wanna do
I already bought the bar, drinks on me
We can hit the mall tommorow, baby minks on me
Say you, boy you know I'm feeling you
It's whatever you wanna do
I got a pocket full of dough
Big to the floor
All the ladys if u really with it let me know
Say you, you know I'm feeling you
Whatever you wanna do
I already bought the bar, drinks on me
We can hit the mall tommorow, baby minks on me
Say you, boy you know I'm feeling you
It's whatever you wanna do
[Chorus:]
You know your the only one I'm feeling
All the time I got to b with u
U know I'm feeling you
Whatever you wanna do
I don't want my girl friend feeling
I don't care I'm gonna stay with u
Boy u know I'm feeling you
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]F-ck these haters, I'd kill 'em all if I could
Ain't scared of none of y'all, so you know my aim good
Blowin bin Ladie in my Porsche 911
Just left Ground Zero, on my way to kush heaven
Can't slow down, too much evil in my rear view
Sometimes you wanna scream to God, but he can't hear you
And even if you did, this'll probably be his answer
F-ck you complaining about? It ain't like you got cancer
Do it for my niggas on the block that got it worse
First the love, then the hate, that just a trap nigga's curse
I betcha feel like the whole world hatin' on you
But what's the holdup? The whole world waitin' on you
(The fame,)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers envy
(The fame,)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]You mean to tell me from runnin' my big mouth
That I could chill here in this big penthouse
All elevator'd up, black hardwood floors
Just to sit around and feel like it ain't yours
Your conscience gotcha feelin' like you done somethin' wrong
But the flatscreen say motherf-cker, we on
Pardon me, nigga, do you see this view?
See Ruth's Chris from here, what the f-ck's wrong wit' you
Lookin' at my Rollie, yeah, it's almost seven
Bill Gates state of mind wit' a automatic weapon
You might 'member me from puttin' on for the city
Or back when it was on two, goin' for the fitty
Opened up a few squares, opened up a few tours
Just to show niggas keys open up doors
"Oh, we don't f-ck wit' Young no mo'" Why not?
The only thing I can figure, 'cause he on top
(The fame,)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy
(The fame,)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy
(The fame,)
[Verse 3: T.I.]What up, world? Long time, huh?
Hey, look
Lately, I been off and out of sight, seldom out of mind
Ay, getcha bidne' right, and stay the hell up out of mind
I'm out my mind, tryin' to fix it 'fore I'm out of time
Don't worry 'bout me, God got me, bruh, I'm doin' fine
Another year in prison, promise this is it for me
Tryna make it through the storm, should be makin' history
No feelin' sorry for me, keep ya pity and ya sympathy
Good or bad, take it like a man, whatever meant for me
How I did it make 'em hate my spirit, they wish they could kill it
And they'll take it however they can get it
Wanna see me fulla misery, walkin' wit' my head down
"Let's decapitate 'im, then we'll see if he can wear his crown!"
(The fame,)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers envy
(The fame,)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy
(The fame,)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy
(The fame,) I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy
(Chorus)
Hey shawty throw that ass up
For me while you back up
To me niggas stand up
For me let's go, yea
Shawty lift that ass up
Drop it, got it standing rock solid
Well if there's money in my pocket here you go
I make em put that ass up
For me while they back up
To me niggas stand up
For me let's go
Shawty won't you lift that ass up
Drop it, got it standing rock solid
Well if there's money in my pocket here you go
everything on me but I could put it on you (x3)
Everything on me, let me put it on you
(Verse 1)
Im in the club late night get my freak on
Remy XO leave that hennessy lone
and 2 3 turning me on and got nothing but they high hills and they weave on
If you aint freaking over here you aint be known
do if you feel good no matter if it seem wrong
She say i got a ding dong like king kong we can gon kick it,
Wait a minute Thats my theme some
Hold on I want yo body ill pull it out put it on your body
You and me we can leave have a late night party
Do it for me like i like it i might just buy a Maserati
(Chorus)
shawty throw that ass up
For me while you back up
To me niggas stand up
For me let's go, yea
Shawty lift that ass up
Drop it, got it standing rock solid
Well if there's money in my pocket here you go
I make em put that ass up
For me while they back up
To me niggas stand up
For me let's go
Shawty won't you lift that ass up
Drop it, got it standing rock solid
Well if there's money in my pocket here you go
everything on me but I could put it on you (x3)
Everything on me, let me put it on you (Lets go)
(Verse 2)
Dominican Asain Brazilian big booty white girls who like girls walk in they head again
Black and Puerto Rican you freak'n for the weekend say yes you straight down leavin
You say no why we cheatin
But all do respect i dont front i dont flex tell your girlfriend wid cha i just wanna have sex
You so fine I'm impressed ghetto booty perky breast grinding on me in my lap im about as hard as i can get
and she smiling looking back yeah i know you feel that, that pa-pussy so fat and wet let me put it to the test
So its all over she tried to pair it she said ain't finna share it i said you gon need a towel cuz u finna make a mess
Hey that my song, Hold on I want yo body ill pull it out put it on your body
You and me we can leave have a late night party
Do it for me like i like it i might just buy a Maserati
(Chorus)
Shawty throw that ass up
For me while you back up
To me niggas stand up
For me let's go, yea
Shawty lift that ass up
Drop it, got it standing rock solid
Well if there's money in my pocket here you go
I make em put that ass up
For me while they back up
To me niggas stand up
For me let's go
Shawty won't you lift that ass up
Drop it, got it standing rock solid
Well if there's money in my pocket here you go
everything on me but I could put it on you (x3)
Everything on me, let me put it on you
Verse 3
Hey I be freak'n for the weekend let me know hit me when the club close bust it open we can go
Here we go if you down to get it poppin get at me if you wanna be with her then you both can be with me, its a g
If you bite it ima put it on you, you aint gotta be a groupie and be part of the group
Is it true? If you bite it ima put it on you, you aint gotta be a groupie if you part of the group
(Chorus)
Shawty throw that ass up
For me while you back up
To me niggas stand up
For me let's go, yea
Shawty lift that ass up
Drop it, got it standing rock solid
Well if there's money in my pocket here you go
I make em put that ass up
For me while they back up
To me niggas stand up
For me let's go
Shawty won't you lift that ass up
Drop it, got it standing rock solid
Well if there's money in my pocket here you go
everything on me but I could put it on you (x3)
Everything on me, let me put it on you
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Say girl
Ay, been holding on to you all night
So all my body feel wrong but it's all right
I know you probably thinking you don't even know me (I Know)
But girl the club in the close what it gon' be
I'm tryna tell you when your place hit the poppin'
808 get you droppin' [?]
So much temptation when her waist get the rockin'
And her eyes in a locket
Can't stop it girl I'm ready to die
I say I'm ready to die
[Chorus: Jazmine Sullivan]
So don't let go of me now
Cause I'm dying in your arms tonight
Tell all my people around
That I'll see them in the after life
Cause something this big can't get that bad
So I really don't think again
Never ever come down
Your love has got me feelin' like
I'm a die in your arms tonight
(You could be dying in the hands of a better man)
(So is you ready to die)
I'm a die in your arms tonight (Girl is you ready to die)
(You could be dying in the hands of a better man)
(Girl is you ready to die)
(Hey is you ready to die)
[Verse 2: T.I.]
Hey living is over ratted
I see heaven when you make it
In your eyes in your thighs girl
I swear to god
I've been waitin' so I'm patient
Yeah, for you to take it off
Thoughts in my head are racing all day by chasing your waterfall
See time is of the essence
I got none to waste it all
Ain't that a lesson so childish games I don't play it all
My partner say I'm whip they be hatin' I know why
In your arms girl I'm ready to die
I say I'm ready to die
[Chorus: Jazmine Sullivan]
So don't let go of me now
Cause I'm dying in your arms tonight
Tell all my people around
That I'll see them in the after life
Cause something this big can't get that bad
So I really don't think again
Never ever come down
Your love has got me feelin' like
I'm a die in your arms tonight
This might be the last night that they see me
So tell everyone that I love
Got this mess through my heart completely
So I won't (I won't)
Be coming back (Come back)
Cause I'm sprung
[Chorus: Jazmine Sullivan]
So don't let go of me now
Cause I'm dying in your arms tonight
Tell all my people around
That I'll see them in the after life
Cause something this big can't get that bad
So I really don't think again
Never ever come down
Your love has got me feelin' like
So don't let go of me now
Cause I'm dying in your arms tonight
Tell all my people around
That I'll see them in the after life
Cause something this big can't get that bad
So I really don't think again
Never ever come down
Your love has got me feelin' like
I'm a die in your arms tonight
(You could be dying in the hands of a better man)
(So is you ready to die)
I'm a die in your arms tonight (Girl is you ready to die)
(You could be dying in the hands of a better man)
(Girl is you ready to die)
I'm a die in your arms tonight (Girl is you ready to die)
(You could be dying in the hands of a better man)
(Girl is you ready to die)
I'm a die in your arms tonight (Girl is you ready to die)
(You could be dying in the hands of a better man)
(Girl is you ready to die)
Country had fronted me 20 keys told me to keep 20 G's
And forgot to tell me 25 to eternity.
Now picture me, in a GS3 with all my fold
Versaci Coat, and armani lobe from slangin coke.
This ain't no joke situation nigga I'm I'll with it
My occupation clockin 6 figues so deal with it.
My mob be cannon, pealin? over teflon protect my belly
From 9 mm cannon while talkin on celly's daily
Niggas frontin like they makin pay
This is real pimpin, key comin straight from the CIA and bill clinton.
You kinda thugs ain't got a clue do you?
Hey who the man who supply the man who supplying you with a couple grand?
Interracial freedom for some luxuries This ain't the bet.
Nigga Materialistics can't substitute for your happiness.
Lifes about how you feel about you and what you do
When you waking up in the morning you seeing who?
I think you niggas done bit off more than you can chew
Cause you don't even know why you do half that hot ass shit you do.
Why I'm trappin? Cause it's the only job with fair taxes.
Keep a nigga in tight to death in polos and air maxes
I'm blastin these niggas daily whenever they try to play me
Baby you wanna lay me, but baby you gotta pay me.
Nigga you owe me cheese, that's ground for beef
I'm rollin with the P$C with a pound of cheif.
Hey if this rap shit don't work, I'm stuck slangin drugs, until I make enough money to go and buy me a club.
I got 36 ounces that I got to move and 20 keys comin to me on the 4th of June.
Soon as the school year ends, I pick up my keys
So crank the V12 to down to females and place em with cheese.
200 G's for the package, but they 10-5 a piece now.
On the streets they goin for 21-5 at least
21-5 times 20 Look that's 4-30
But listen closely cause the dope game get more dirty.
If I cut em into ounces, 28 grams for 800 a piece
Hey 36 of them in a key, more cheese for me.
Now there's 28 g's and 800 cash just for one key, and I got 19 more stashed.
208 g's at 800 times 19 more, come out to 5-4-7
Comma 2-0-0
That's 547 g's and two hundred
47 g's you can ball 200 get blunted
The other 500 g's invest it in keys
So I can triple my cheese and have a million at ease.
That's how it is. This game ain't no life time deal
[Will.I.Am:]
Your ass look nice when you dress like this,
I figure we can go and have sex right quick
[Fergi:]
Uh uh - it ain't goin down like that
Uh uh - I don't get down like that
Your ice stay bright and you push a nice whip
I figure you can take me to the mall right quick
[Will.I.Am:]
Uh uh - it ain't goin down like that
Uh uh - I don't get down like that
[T.I.:]
Hey - as long as the record still spinnin', in the club I'm chillin'
Surrounded by pretty women, money fallin' from the ceilin'
All of a sudden I see a broad that I'm feelin'
Grab her by the arm tell pause for a minute
Can we talk for a minute? Get lost for a minute?
I tell the DJ cut the music off for a minute
I'm nuttin' like them brains, if you thought for a minute
We ain't one and the same, nigga you outta just forget it
Nows okay think about how you outta let me hit
I challenge you to find a better baller in the business
I know you prolly do your thang, ballin' independent
Girl, I'm playin with your chain, baby you ain't gotta spend it
Picture winters in Fiji, Summers in Venice
That dropped GT would do wonders for your image
Real talk, keep it clean, baby what is gonna hurt?
If you let a nigga see what is up under that skirt
[Will.I.Am:]
Your ass look nice when you dress like this,
I figure we can go and have sex right quick
[Fergi:]
Uh uh - it ain't goin down like that
Uh uh - I don't get down like that
Your ice stay bright and you push a nice whip
I figure you can take me to the mall right quick
[Will.I.Am:]
Uh uh - it ain't goin down like that
Uh uh - I don't get down like that
[Fergi:]
Just because you bought me a lil drink in the club don't mean that you gon' be sleepin' with me
[Will.I.Am:]
Baby girl, me and you fuckin, don't mean nothing', so you ain't getting money from me
[Fergi:]
And just because you look a lil dumb and the grin on me don't mean that ya gon' be frontin on me
It ain't goin down the way you think it's going down it ain't goin down the way you think it's going down
There ain't a use surroundin for me, all your friends want me,
Arguably I could be the hottest nigga in the country
Honestly I be with the hottest bitches in the country
Throw the money and come, but count a nigga out stuntin'
I'm good for countin cash, suga I don't do laundry
Catch me in the hood, club crucial on Monday
Air 65 on the 22's somethin'
Cribs in Miami, Hollywood and London
If you in the neighborhood, let a nigga know somethin'
I'll be all in you and pussy like it stole somethin'
Make you feel like you got a hole in yo stomach
Say the word, baby I can be as swoll as you want it
Yeah, till ya feel it in ya toes if you want it
I ain't finished baby, you can get mo' if you want it
You gotta know you lookin hot in that dress,
Baby what's it gon' take to get you outta that dress?
[Will.I.Am:]
Your ass look nice when you dress like this,
I figure we can go and have sex right quick
[Fergi:]
Uh uh - it ain't goin down like that
Uh uh - I don't get down like that
Your ice stay bright and you push a nice whip
I figure you can take me to the mall right quick
[Will.I.Am:]
Uh uh - it ain't goin down like that
Uh uh - I don't get down like that
[Fergi:]
Just because you bought me a lil drink in the club don't mean that you gon' be sleepin' with me
[Will.I.Am:]
Baby girl, me and you fuckin, don't mean nothing', so you ain't getting money from me
[Fergi:]
And just because you look a lil dumb and the grin on me don't mean that ya gon' be frontin on me
Ay I'm working here, know what I'm saying
Try to put yourself in my shoes for a second
Its not personal I'm just sayin though
Ay look
From when the moon came out 'till the sun came up
I was supplyin the days when where they flame up
Our mamas passing, by trying to explain us
Pissing in the bushes like they never house trained us
But, try to understand thats how we came up
You get to know us, you'll love us but you can't change us (naw)
Really we rather be rich and famous
But in the mean time were forced to slang dust
'Dro or crack cocaine, Penicillin to Rogaine
Ecstacy, Viagra, whatever'll get the dough mayne
Im tired of people mis-representing my dough mayne
Oh you think we out here killing for nothing, hustling
for no gain (picture that)
Hey man I'm just doing my job
Hey lady, don't mind me I'm just doing my job
I don't wanna make your life more harder, I'm just doin my job
You live here, I work here I'm doing my job
I don't know if you don't know, don't care or can't see
Every time something up in the hood, it ain't me
And I ain't always up to no good and know the crease
And we ain't always gotta pass through the hood without speaking (how you doing)
We ain't out here threatining your lives, raping your children
We just out here staying alive, making a million (you know)
Working hard, trying to survive chasing a mill-ion
You hear us talking loud, just think of this is chamelion
React to the situations, but accusations is still
We vulgarizing you how...hey man you just hurting my feelings (maaan).
We got lives, we wanna live nice too
We got moms, dads, wives, kids just like you
But our options are few it hell in high school
When your helping with the rent lights and the gas bill too
So before you go judging us loving us won't hurt
Yeah under 25, staying alive is hard work
And for you to see what I'm saying, open eyes will help
If you could think about somebody besides yourself
Why you pointing fingers at me, analyze yourself
Quit all that chastising and try to provide some help
Instead of calling the law, you busting my balls
With all due respect, we don't even need to be fucking with y'all (maan)
And we can't help it cause it is like this
We don't like it no more than you that we live like this
Always stuck in the grind summertime to wintertime
Cutting school to sell fifty dimes by dinner time
See everything we know we learned from the streets
Aye, Aye Do U Really Want Me Baby Ahhhhha Cause I Want U Oh,Ohhh Do U Really Want Me Baby,Do U Really Want Me Baby Ahhha Cause I Want U Ohhh.
Aye 2 Things I Know 4sho Pimpin Hard & Luv Hurts.Tryin 2 Make Luv Work When Ya Dodging Luvs Curse.Whoever Made A Adjects Tell Em 2 Fall In Love First.Use 2 Thank
It Was Simple Or Throwin Dubs On A Bird.Giving Some 1 Ya Heart And Lowing Ya Garden.And Ya Towing Ya Scar And Someone Towing Ya Heart.Yea I Ask God 7 Tha Stars Why It Iz Like Dis.People Call Us Stasrs It Didnt Begin Like This.It Was A Bright Day Blowing Tha Hay,Drowing Tha Air,Blowing 65 Impala The Breze,Blowing Ya Hair.And Some Nice Shades Riding Tha Sub Rapping Ya Rear.In My Lap On Tha Way 2 Tha Club 2new Orleaz Yeah.Remeber Rushin Home Dont Knowing If Ya Their,And Know I Feel Alone Dont Even Knowing If Ya Care.Dont Spare My Feelings,You Dont Share My Feelings.And If Its Strong Like It Was In The Beginning.
Do U Really Want Me Baby Ahhhhha Cause I Want U.I Really Really Want U Babe.Whoo Do U Really Want Me Baby Ahhhha Cause I Want U Ohh.
Remeber Time And Time Again Trying 2 Make It Work Kids Fuck& Break Up Again Man,We Makin It Worst.But Tha Realationship Was Solid.The Ship Was Secret At First.I Did My Dirt.Now U Sakin Im Justa Fakin It First.I Thought U Said That Hurt Some Shit U Said That U Was Mad At Me Slowly I Realized U Sad That U Aint Happy Ima Have 2 Grow Old & Long Just Like My Daddy 4 Bullseyes Bitches Throwin That Pussy At Me.I Respect U So Much 2 Stand 2 C Ya Sad And Gone Find The Man U Neva Had.Arguements And I Was Sry That We Didnt Bother 2 Say Just Made It Hard Just 2 Remeber Y We Y Bother 2 Stay.Its Feeling Good Our Way When We Fight Everday.Remeber I Use 2 Beat Them Niggaz Who Was Right Everday.Niggaz Say I Miss Ya Wish Ya Could Of Saw U 2day.You Know If Call U Know All I Gotta Say.
[Chorus]
[Governor:]
U Can Catch Me On Tha Mayback Lay It Back Bumping On The Finest Trees.Or Chillin Wit 2 Or 3 Chicks.That Can Cut Niggga Out Picks With Ez-Stopping Even Though My Pimpin Iz Strong.Patients 2 Long Give It All Up 2 C Street Lucky Thongs One Moe Time Baby,One Moe Time Darling. Belive Me
Ohhhhhhhhhhh
[Chorus]
Let Me Tell U Something I Know I Aint Yo 1st & U Want B My Last.But If We Gone Make This Thing Work Then We Gotta Put The Past In The Past & Leave It Their.
[Intro:]
I'm do me [x3]
I'm do me [x3]
[Verse 1: T.I.]
You niggas talkin king
But they potna claim
We spendin money, gettin money, nothin in between
Chasin a hundred mil, ain't gon let nothin intervene
Respect the hustle busters gon do that by any means
Haters I really mean
Put this on anything
They say I start a lot of shit, I say I finish things
Just like some dental cream
I go in niggas mouth
And like a limousine, I stretch a nigga out
This ain't what you want now you better take a different route
I ain't Bankhead? bitch nigga what is this about
Used to bound when you see me oh we dissin now?
Ay stop the music listen dude I come get with you now
But once them hammers sing
Just know it's not a dream
We handle things just like [? ] nawmeen
You hear em sayin that about me, hear I'm sayin this
New orleans niggas in ya face, you wasn't sayin shit
Money you say you get
30 mil in six years? listen ford put down for 20, that was this year
And let's get this clear, just between you and me
That apology was BET not for DTP, I'm doin me
[Chorus:]
You just do you
And I'm do me [x3]
You just do you
I'm do me [x3]
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
If you ain't
Talkin bout money you ain't talkin bout shit
You wasn't on the waitin list and you ain't ridin in shit
You pick a watch that cost a 100, then you wasted yo time
If you think you can do me you out yo mutha fuckin mind
Let's go
These niggas insane, yeah straight fooled
A half a million dollar car and some house shoes
Call the dealership... like ya'll tricked me
Then why the hell you put my engine where my truck be
I'm throwin franklins... I don't need ones
Smoke a pound every week like I don't need lungs
Buy em whole sale and sellin retail
I'm talkin seafood... yeah fish scales
I said I'm so hot... but my house cool
So many rooms that it look like a high school
Speakin of high school... I never passed that
Works right here... now where da cash at?
[Chorus:]
You just do you (and what)
And I'm do me (ay)[x3]
You just do you (and what)
I'm do me (ok)[x3]
Wanna see how it's done
Then watch me do me (ay)[x3]
Wanna see how it's done
Then watch me do me (yeah)[x3]
[Verse 3: Big Kuntry]
I'm the big homie... get use to me
You suckas ain't even close to what I used to be
You imaginary rappers swear to GOD that you moved a key
While ya'll swore to me... I know ya'll ain't street
I gets MONEY... everyday dawg
I leave you stinkin in the trap well that's my grave yard
I tried to figure if you mel gibs or nasty nas
I wanna know where these rappers got this brave hearts
Cause that yak-up tear apart any size heart
So you suckas click-clack about playin with GOD
You rappers need to stick yo thumb out and take a hike
I see more man... in a full dike
Fuck what you like... this ain't a blind date
You tryna read like a blind, you gotta feel yo way
Watch me nigga I'm eat til I'm obese
[Verse 1:]
Say buddy you in my lane
You backin up the game
You lame
You want fame?
I can give it to yah daddy
I ain't took my meds for weeks
And I ain't feelin fuckin batty
So if I put the tip of this fifth
To your dick suckin lips
And I give yah the whole clip
Then we both get what we want
You get on the front page
And I get one less chump
I encourage all frauds to jump
I heard they taste like chicken
And my bitch is in the kitchen
With a pot of hot grease
And a couple side dishes
Go figure no meat
Slice this nigga up so we can eat
Kill the reeses on the raps
Trouble makers on the beat
You dudes be talkin so street
And that talk be soundin tough
Untill you gotta talk to me
The authentic is off limits
You don't talk to the truth
If you talkin about gimics
I am the game I'm not in it
That means fifteen years not fifteen minutes nigga
[Chorus:]
Let's hear it for the bad guy
Clap when he get away
Live to kill another day
Heres a toast to the gun throats
Niggas who ain't the list that don't mind gun smoke
To my life time criminals
Remind em what fear is we tired of that whip shit
And if you feelin how I'm feelin
Put your drinks in the air for the law start killen
[Verse 2:]
The call me reese they uno the sumo
Used to push D like kumo
You know I'm the realest nigga that do this
Got a crew of real spitters
That'll murder this new shit
I encourage the ladies stay away
From the techno papa today
That shit is gay
The good old years I talk about
Is when a loud mouth nigga still got stomped out
Now everybodys so passive aggressive
You'll get locked up teachin niggas a lesson
But it's only so much testin
I can take before I break
And I expose my weapon
I might hit L.A rappin
Last of the heat and start cars still beatin
I'm on the west side geekin
This is the turf that I stick my cleats in
[Chorus:]
Let's hear it for the bad guy
Clap when he get away
Live to kill another day
Heres a toast to the gun throats
Niggas who ain't the list that don't mind gun smoke
To my life time criminals
Remind em what fear is we tired of that whip shit
And if you feelin how I'm feelin
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Sit back, toss dice in a knick trap
Serve thick crack in white T's and fitted caps
These sick reps, this my life you just spit raps
I been a hustler all my life gimme six stacks
Cop my self a quarter kite I can flip that
Cook it till it's solid white tell? em hit that
Big fat Os of that solid hard git that
Those slangin blow on a boulevard knick sacks
Just as big around as a Tylenol, hit that
Nigga with the Yay tell him now bring a brick back
Now I'm a move it by day nigga 6 max
And ain't no runnin' off with yay shootin' big straps
40 cals, Sk's with no kick back
Get you get your shit sacks right where your dicks at
And I don't think your clicks just supposed to forget that
I gotta a gauge for that day you want some git back
While we sprayin all you niggas sayin git back
Duck down nigga, naw what now nigga
You was talking plenty shit but you ain't tough now nigga
You don't know the click, I got enough wild niggas that'll
Hit you then ride you to another town nigga
Dig a hole, throw you in it for a half a brick a blow
Man, Rappin' and Movies is all these niggas know
Swear to God He niggas true fags
Certified Douche Bags...
[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
You don't know what that new glock do
You don't know how to count chump, 2 times 2
You don't know what the grimin's like or that new rock do
You don't know what it is to see that shoe box full
Chump, you don't know what that oo op do
Have your block like oo aa oo
Who shot who
Yea, I leave the gun there so the police think you shot you
Then hop in a coupe and do my due
I pimp most of these bitches, really open these bitches
Ask about me, you thought Pretty Tony was vicious
Man I'm that times 2
So please homey, cuff your bitch and let that guy through
Let that guy move
Let that guy go
Man that guy crazy
Let that guy know
Cat got rabbies
Yea mac got Amy
Shots that ready to pop and hatch like babies
I lock the block down
Like a jailhouse lockdown
Cops found razors in the mattress
I let the 8 boop off at your face dude
Have you comin out the speakers like the base do
I'm a mothafucken beast and animal
2003, the street's new hannible
Man I show you what the piece and hammer do
Raise my arm with the piece and hammer you
Let the 8 spread, off at your face head
Watch your face shead sorta like snake's shead
I'm gorrilla born, lion hearted, ape bread
2 minded, eagle eyed, beatle side, snake head
And I play dead, just to fool you, just to move you
All that just to shoot you
Fall Back, this kid is cuocoo
[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
Cha ching, I'm in
Bling my rims I sing they spin
But my 2 nine M's, they the ying yang twins
Cause they Skeet, Skeet, Skeet, Skeet, from the window to the wall
From the ceiling to the floor
With a feeling when you ball
Make your mom cling
I'm into don things
Don Don, Donna Karren, Don Cornelius, Don King
But follow Jon Gotti, Joe Pesci, armed robbery
Hard body, body hard doggy fuck up your bodyguard
Dolly call us the shotty ma
Ya'll'll call up the squally squaw
Prolly hard, get it all the squally in the party pa
Right in the hamerstein
Gasoline, tear gas, pepper seed, tear fast
Knight sticks tear ass
Cuff? em and chief goes
Damn gun that he reach for
Hammer hit with the cheap blow
Man it's nothing I eat those
Then I piss off my fowl, I lay for it
Car, Crib, credit, A 1 steak sauce
I'm a straight boss, great loft, great Porsche, golf course, race horse, Aqueduct, Ray Soft
And I make one call to get the pussy poppin
Call your girl, pop that pussy wanna pussy pop
And a hoochie split it, dookie hit it, booby hit it
Her booby wanna back the coochie play some luchie with it
Booby at this thing, damn he all moody with it
She ain't all that in that car I say Suzuki civic
I make a movie with it just to get my point across
Dog hand cuffin' god damn join the force
Mommy, come join the boss
Stick your tongue out and
Toing a toing a toing on my dick till your voice get hoarse
Once again I gotta tell you that the boy's a boss
I employ the force
Half a mil on lawyer Cost
[Chorus:]
On top of the world and I'm standin tall
But if I ever ever had to take a fall
Will you accept my collect call
Will you accept my collect call
Cause everybody loves you when you ballin
But don't nobody want you when you fallin that I know
Will you accept my collect call that I know
Will you accept my collect call
[T.I.:]
I was told way back in the day when I was trappin
Nevermind what niggas say judge em all on they actions
It's hard to imagine when you travelin
Havin fun gettin paper catch a case and see how niggas act then
Out a cell partner been fired he rattin on me
Got a little benja pension now they turn they back on me
Shit cause out of sight is out of mind
Better put your trust in God homie man will let you down everytime
And I'm speaking experience, serious
Imagine my suprise hearin from the inside
Everybody talkin bout me like the nigga just died
Tip gone 20 years at the least bet 5
Man niggas just lie for suspicion of they snitchin
Not to mention the rumors of me committin suicide
God will open your eyes and show you who really with ya
But keep it in the back of your mind when it's over how niggas did ya
[Chorus]
[T.I.:]
I ain't never asked a nigga to do shit for me
I wouldn't do in return but guess you live and your learn
Don't expect my well bein to be a nigga concern
Cause I know that ain't the way the world turn
Cause everybody love to see a nigga assed out
Rather see ya lose it all than to see ya cash out
They gossip like bitches I don't even ask how
Cause niggas ain't shit I believe that now
And it even matter how much you do for people theyll love to
See you beat down livin in the gutta, what a
Shame at the least in the game when you see
They want you locked up more than the police
The same can't wait to get a nigga off the street
They hate to see me sittin on butter soft seats
Dog beat bet to you don't even make sense
But that mentality exactly why you'll never be grieved hata
[Chorus]
[T.I.:]
I remain a stand up guy no matter what I
Stood tall chest out head up high
With my back against the wall layin it all on the line
With God on my side I perform everytime
Must I remind you
Similar to a miracle just short of amazin
Survived shit that wouldve drove most niggas crazy
Rose to the occasion whatever situation
Suprised haters and came out gun a blazin
Theoretically speakin but you rather be thinkin
I'll fold cause u want a view of me I know
All I got is the family friends come and go
And with that understandin I put none before
My folk you know enough to do the same I hope
If not, shit ya ass will find out
When ya on top everybody wanna ball with ya
But when ya not you wouldn't even know who to call would ya
Featuring: Jazze Pha
Yeah, they say love blind, so why can't I picture this guhl mine?
Yeah, I dig her but I figure, I'm wastin' this guhl time
I'm runnin' from relationships, scared to commit
Mad at monogamy, sexually, I'm a misfit
But this shit's way too much fo' me
Usually I can take 'em and make 'em a cut buddy
Yo, mama probably see me and say that I'm no good
I was born in the burbs, I was raised in the hood
We from two separate sides of life, two different backgrounds
Shawty been legit and I just started to rap now
I ain't tryna act now, I'm bein' real witchu
Really, I just wanted to kick it and chill witchu
But the picture got bigger for I could even paint it
Thoughts got deeper befo' a nigga could think
A playa like me on this, strange ain't it?
One thang 'bout yo feelin's is this, you can't change it
Yo perception on me, I don't think I can maintain
We flirtin' with disaster, this game we playin' is dangerous
You the best thang that happened since I done became famous
But sometimes I think we shoulda remained strangers
I, I chooz u, baby
(Oh, come on)
(Stay with me now, stay with me, sing it fo' me shawty)
I, I, I, I, I chooz u, baby
([Incomprehensible])
(Ah, come on, uh, uh, uh c'mon)
I like you to pursue but still I respect it to let it go
Give it time, give it room to breathe and let it grow
I'll just tell her when I'm ready to change, I'll let her know
Hate to say it, but 'til then be friends and nuthin' more
Even though another time, another life, another place
I swear I know we coulda been great
But rather than great, you lil heart take the smile of yo face
So I can treat you right, I'm willin' to wait
And ain't shit fake, I know it sound funny comin' from a felon
But I think, I got a piece of whuz up in heaven
So to keep from, blockin' mah blessings, think I better back up
Last thang a nigga need now is bad luck
But if my life was perfect shawty, I'da had her
I guess, I guess I don't deserve it, ballaz tell me, "You ain't worth it"
So I gots to hit the surface, I'll holla when I holla
Act like I don't wanna see ya and I don't wanna call her
I, I chooz u, baby
(Oh, come on)
(Stay with me now, stay with me, sing it fo' me shawty)
I, I chooz u, baby
([Incomprehensible])
(Ah, come on, uh, uh, c'mon)
I, I chooz u, baby
(Oh, come on)
(Stay with me now, stay with me, sing it fo' me shawty)
I, I chooz u, baby
([Incomprehensible])
Day by day my life gets colder
My eyes grows thin as I get older
Peace in pieces, bloody and bruised
I feel so helpless and confused
'Cause I hear screaming on the left
Yelling on the right
I'm sitting in the middle
Trying to live my life
'Cause I can't stop the war
Shelter homeless, feed the poor
I can't walk on water
I can't save your sons and daughters
Well, I can't change the world
And make things fair
The least that I can do
The least that I can do
The least that I can do is care
Ooh, yeah, ooh
I pray and pray for life's salvation
Faith is tried and true in tribulation
Love is lost and lonely, check the news
And with these open arms I'll wait for you
'Cause I hear screaming on the left
Yelling on the right
I'm sitting in the middle
Trying to live my life
'Cause I can't stop the war
Shelter homeless, feed the poor
I can't walk on water
I can't save your sons and daughters
Well, I can't change the world
And make things fair
The least that I can do
The least that I can do
The least that I can do is care
For the life of me
I can't see how the devil keeps enticing me
All you see is a felon
I know God can see what's right in me
How I can be labeled
As a villain in the first place
When the worst case scenario
Is my birth place
I'm just trying to keep from falling
Victim to the murder rate
Take my life lesson
Convincing the adolescents
There's a God up in heaven
Sending down blessings
And your future ain't brighter than your present
Quit stressing
Screaming on the left
And yelling on the right
While I'm sitting in the middle
Trying to live my life
'Cause I can't stop the war
Shelter homeless, feed the poor
I can't walk on water
I can't save your sons and daughters
Well, I can't change the world
And make things fair
Yeah, I wish I could do it though
The least that I can do is care
No, I can't stop the war
Shelter homeless, feed the poor
I can't walk on water
I can't save your sons and daughters
Well, I can't change the world
And make things fair, no, no, no, no
The least that I could do it though
The least that I can do
The least that I can do
I'll tell you what I can do
The least that I can do
Oh, is care
Yes, I can care
Did you know I can care?
Yes, I can care
This is what you can do
Care, oh yeah, care, care, care
Bring em out, bring em out
Bring em out, bring em out
It's hard to yell when the barrels in ya mouth
Bring em out, bring em out
Bring em out, bring em out
Bring em out, bring em out
Bring em out, bring em out
TIP comin' live from the VIP
Heard the night life lost life when I leave
Both the Feds and the State wanna see my need
The whole city got bizzerk, he got treat
Anotha nigga got a hit but shawty, he not me
Who set the city on fire as soon as he got freed?
Da King, back now, hoes don't even know how to act, now
Hit the club, strippers give neck 'fore I sit down
Still ballin' money, stack taller than Shaq, now
Still push a button to let the roof on the 'Lac down
I'm on the road doin' shows, puttin' my mack down
Mississippi to Philly Albuquerque to Chatt Town
I got the crowd yellin'
(Bring em out, bring em out)
All my hot girls yellin'
(Bring em out, bring em out)
All the Dope Boyz yellin'
(Bring em out, bring em out)
From the back they yellin'
(Bring em out, bring em out)
Yeah, what other rap nigga hooder than this
I got rich and I'm still on some hoolagin' shit
You be rappin' 'bout blow I was movin' the shit
Talkin' 'bout shootin' out and I was doin' the shit
If I hit you in the face, you gon' be suin' and shit
And if I catch anotha case, I know I'm true to be missed
So I'ma keep it cool head, stay out of the news
Headlines and shows other rappers it's bedtime
It's clear to see that I'm ahead of my time
I copped a chromed out hard top Carrerra to shine
I got some time, it ain't shit 'cause I get better wit time
Who got a flow and a live show better than mine?
I got a packed house yellin'
(Bring em out, bring em out)
All my hot girls yellin'
(Bring em out, bring em out)
All the Dope Boyz yellin'
(Bring em out, bring em out)
From the back they yellin'
(Bring em out, bring em out)
Mic check 1-2, 1-2, you wanna beef
Wit the King, what's you gon' do?
Will you show up on the scene wit 2 guns drew?
Or you and ya friend play a little two on two?
You knew half of what I knew
Then you'll be hittin' the deck
I got a tool and a vest I can get some respect
I'ma make it hard for a sucka nigga to flex
Sho 'em this ain't the squad for a nigga to test
Pimp, my nutz too large and we way too fresh
Work well wit Nines, AK's and Techs
And quick to check a lame like a game of chess
You want beef, nigga, bring ya best and we'll be standin'
In ya front yard yellin'
(Bring em out, bring em out)
All my hot girls yellin'
(Bring em out, bring em out)
All the Dope Boyz yellin'
(Bring em out, bring em out)
From the back they yellin'
(Bring em out, bring em out)
In ya front yard yellin'
(Bring em out, bring em out)
All my hot girls yellin'
(Bring em out, bring em out)
All the Dope Boyz yellin'
(Bring em out, bring em out)
From the back they yellin'
(Bring em out, bring em out)
Hands in the air, now
Hands in the air, now
Hands, hands in the, in the air, air, now
Hands in the air, now
Hands in the air, now
Hands in the air, now
Hands, hands in the, in the air, air, now
Put ya hands in the air, now
(I can't hear you)
Bring em out, bring em out
Bring em out, bring em out
(I can't hear you)
Bring em out, bring em out
Bring em out, bring em out
(I can't hear you)
Bring em out, bring em out
Bring em out, bring em out
(I can't hear you)
Bring em out, bring em out
Bring em out, bring em out
Bring em out, bring em out
Bring em out, bring em out
Bring em out, bring em out
Bring em out, bring em out
[Intro]
[Chorus:]
He Ain't Really From That Block
Bitch Who?
He Ain't Really Getting That Gwuap
Bitch Who?
He Ain't On Top
Bitch Who?
I Beg Your Pardon
You Bumped Your Fucking Head Is You Retarded
He Ain't Really Got it Like That
Bitch Who?
I Bet Hes Gonna Keep It Quiet After That
Bitch Who?
That Niggas Shit Whack
Bitch You?
I Beg Your Pardon
You Bumped Your Fucking Head Is You Retarded
[Verse 1:]
Gangsters All Sport Just Look
Shook Who Me?
I've Never Been Nothing Of The Sort
Want The Title Buck For It It's Yours
Getting Ignored Cause You So Pissed Poor
Forced Me to Pull Kick Doors Need Mine On Time
Be Sure Shawtys Gonna Shine
Trust Left Niggas In The Dust Trap Music
Try To Let You Catch Up
But Your Living Just Suck... Bad
Fall Short Not Enough Swag
So I Had To Give You Niggas So Much Gas
Get It Made Custom Not Broom
Cause You Finna Get Swept Off Your Feet
Trying To Step It Up To Me
I'll Put Your Ass Under If Left Up To Me
Like Boomarang And Kangaroo
Tell Me I Ain't A Fool
Stack Money Like Jewels
Let A Nigga Take Something From Me I Refuse
Who? I'm So Cool
Rockling My Jewels Wherever
Brought Me My Dues I Dare Ya
Hell Ya Hats In The Box And Your Soul In The Hat
Saying A Prayer And Say Hello To Laya
[Chorus:]
He Ain't Really From That Block
Bitch Who?
He Ain't Really Getting That Gwuap
Bitch Who?
He Ain't On Top
Bitch Who?
I Beg Your Pardon
You Bumped Your Fucking Head Is You Retarded
He Ain't Really Got it Like That
Bitch Who?
I Bet Hes Gonna Keep It Quiet After That
Bitch Who?
That Niggas Shit Whack
Bitch You?
I Beg Your Pardon
You Bumped Your Fucking Head Is You Retarded
[Verse 2:]
Hate You Comparing My Shit To Thiers They Ain't Tried
Don't Even Think It's Fair God Could Breate The Same Air As I
I'm Out There Way Left Field Like [? ]
Fairer Fly Running Chicks Outta The Mariot
They Come Get Served And Leave Like A Chariot
Restaurant Representing Some Young glorious Estesvans
Listen One Don't Violate Or I Annihilate
Outta Position Outta Play Hate I Don't Tolerate
Came Out The Gates This Here
Lying Chains Since Then Top Top Ten
God Faith On Me When I Sin Go Figure Get Bigger
Same Year it's The Same Old Nigga
Money Don't Change No Nigga
You Started A Lame Get Fame But You Still The Same Hoe Nigga
Ain't No Flow Sicker Everything Got Man Done Crazy
Deranged Insane I Say
[Chorus:]
He Ain't Really From That Block
Bitch Who?
He Ain't Really Getting That Gwuap
Bitch Who?
He Ain't On Top
Bitch Who?
I Beg Your Pardon
You Bumped Your Fucking Head Is You Retarded
He Ain't Really Got it Like That
Bitch Who?
I Bet Hes Gonna Keep It Quiet After That
Bitch Who?
That Niggas Shit Whack
Bitch You?
I Beg Your Pardon
You Bumped Your Fucking Head Is You Retarded
[Verse 3:]
I Woke Up This Morning I Jumped Up
I Heard Some Whack Music What The Fuck?
I Guess These Rap Niggas Gupped Up
I Wished I Fucked Niggas Never Luck
We Done Slaughtered Niggas Every Year
Bought A Cleaner Solid Tears
Park The Chargers Over There
Park The Ferraris Over Here
Niggas Never Been A Pipmp
All Theyve Ever Been Is A Sqaure
I Dare A Nigga Try To Run That Cap Ain't For That Chair?
Man What We Got Them Rifles And We Tollar Bam
And We Break It In Like The Mexicans
Stacks On Me Boy I Got Them Heavy Pants
Strap On Me Nigga I'll Make You Do That Dance
You Playing With The Godfather Trilogy
Them Boys Never Seen My Sqaud In A Century
Wrong Move So I Hit With A Penalty
No Profit Nigga West Side Henestry
[Chorus:]
He Ain't Really From That Block
Bitch Who?
He Ain't Really Getting That Gwuap
Bitch Who?
He Ain't On Top
Bitch Who?
I Beg Your Pardon
You Bumped Your Fucking Head Is You Retarded
He Ain't Really Got it Like That
Bitch Who?
I Bet Hes Gonna Keep It Quiet After That
Bitch Who?
That Niggas Shit Whack
Bitch You?
I Beg Your Pardon
You Bumped Your Fucking Head Is You Retarded
Nigga!
I see the big picture, I know....
What it is, big dog?
I know I'm the shit, 'cause I bounce back.
Totally recovered from a pit fall.
Don't make you a fighter just because you got your fist (?)
It's get right and get paid, or good night and get lost.
Bitches talk big shit, even when my dick's soft,
everyday my birthday, they just wanna get they licks on.
Rocket ship, lift off. Come sit on my launch pad.
G5, mile high, group sex, jet lag.
Booty on checks cash, million, just stash.
Even if you hate me, shouldn't you respect that?
Yeah, you're now rockin' with the best, dad.
Chicks see me and be like "look at T.I. with his zig zag."
Wishin' they could take a ride on my moustache.
Or maybe see the inside of my blush pad.
But I must pass, I know what you want, up late one night, early morning, and, you (?) on me...
(Chorus)
On my motherfucking life,
I'm so motherfucking tight.
They say he think he the shit,
I say you motherfucking right.
Teach a motherfucking dyke
To learn to love sucking pipe.
Busts his cars, trucks and bikes in my yard,
up the price of my performance, now I'm going for a half a mil a night.
Quarter million just to party if you gots to get it right.
Niggas (?), but I know something, if I put (?)
... End a nigga life..
Man, I keep the one hundred, a thousand to be precise,
If you (?) me frontin', go find a mountain and take a hike.
Yeah, I know you set your sights on me, tryna get strikes, homie.
Looks smaller, but feels bigger in real life, don't it?
I'm all that and more, ain't nothing but the hyph on it.
I'm sharing life moments, ain't nobody write for me.
You a one trick pony, I'm quadruple threat, homie.
Up late, 4 in the morning, and, hey... You (?) on me...
Bartender, I really did it this time
Broke my parole to have a good time
When I got home it was 6 a.m.
The door was locked so I kicked it in
She was tripping on the bills
I think she was high on some pills
She threw my shit out into the yard
Then she called me a punk
And slapped me real hard
And in my drunken stupor I did
What I should have never done
Now I am sitting here talking to you
Drunk and on the run
I was sitting at the bar on the inside
Waiting on my ride on the outside
She broke my heart at the trailer park
So I jacked her keys to her fucking car
And crashed that piece of shit and stepped away
You know Moe, I'll probably get ten years
So just give me beers until they get here
Yeah, I know the sun is coming up
And y'all are probably getting ready for closing up
But I'm trying to drown my soul
I am tired of this life on a dirt road
And everything that I love is gone
And I'm tired of hanging on
She got me sittin' at the bar
Guess it was meant to be romance
Is misery so much for memories
And now I am heading to the penitentiary
See me on TV, the next cop series
I am a danger I guess
I should have did something about my anger
But I never learn, real things I don't concern
I pour kerosene on everything I love and watch it burn
I know it's my fault but I wasn't happy it was over
She threw a fit so I crashed that piece of shit
And now I am going back again
Back to the pen to see my friends
When we all pile up on that county van
They'll ask me where I've been
I've been at a bar on the inside
I was sitting at the bar on the inside
Waiting on my ride on the outside
She broke my heart at the trailer park
So I jacked her keys to her fucking car
And crashed that piece of shit and stepped away
[Pharrell]
Skateboard P make your face fall off
Serve a bitch straight D make her face fall off (ok)
N-ggas come through and make your face fall off
What the f-ck you gon do? make your face fall off
Oh its amazing, so amazing, so amazing
Amazing, so amazing
Baby baby
Amazing, so amazing
Amazing, amazing, so amazing
Baby baby
Skateboard P make your face fall off
Serve a bitch straight D make her face fall off (ok)
N-ggas come through and make your face fall off
N-gga what you finna do when your face fall off
Oh its amazing, so amazing, so amazing
Amazing, so amazing
Baby baby
Amazing, so amazing
Amazing, amazing, so amazing
Baby baby
[T.I - Verse 1]
This automatic got a baller habit
Smoking mase is what you facin’ when you hate
No rehabilitation for the monkey on my back
Hundred thousand dollar stack
Yearr aint heard, used serve five bird like a Pontiac
Rewind me back
And you know where they used to find me at
In the backsacks filling something for insomniacs
Dope boy trap n-gga in my (?)
Now I just serve n-gga plenty ackrite
You know where we at right here, like here
In the club on the furniture, f-ck do I care?
Tell the club owner here, Rose, Remy bottle please
Got a car load of bravado and nobody on than me
I plan on being great, I go in, I don’t play
Tell your friend that the game can begin if she stay
I pass out cake like your birthday bitch
If you lick both of those, take that, take this
[Chorus]
Skateboard P make your face fall off
Serve a bitch straight D make her face fall off (ok)
N-ggas come through and make your face fall off
What the f-ck you gon do? make your face fall off
Oh its amazing, so amazing, so amazing
Amazing, so amazing
Baby baby
Amazing, so amazing
Amazing, amazing, so amazing
Baby baby
Skateboard P make your face fall off
Serve a bitch straight D make her face fall off (ok)
N-ggas come through and make your face fall off
N-gga what you finna do when your face fall off
Oh its amazing, so amazing, so amazing
Amazing, so amazing
Baby baby
Amazing, so amazing
Amazing, amazing, so amazing
Baby baby
[T.I - Verse 2]
A dope boy with the swag of a pimp n-gga
Except one thing, I’m paid more than them n-gga
You see a bitch can’t afford this life
Had to f-ck a ball player and I’m here every night
Maybe twice, late at night we
Be in white tee’s, me and skateboard P no Nike’s
Just a pair of Margiella, get a broad tell her rain dance for this paper
Better get an umbrella
Yeah, had guns like an arms dealer, dream team lawyers he aint never been a dumb n-gga
N-gga, this ya girl, better come get her
Turn her to a d-ck monster, nut muncher
Sperm cum dumpster, left amongst her
Bitches in the past, pretty titties, plenty ass
They just drink up what we give em
Take shots without any glass
F-ck her in the face till it fall off her till she gas, gas, gas
[Chorus]
Skateboard P make your face fall off
Serve a bitch straight D make her face fall off (ok)
N-ggas come through and make your face fall off
What the f-ck you gon do? make your face fall off
Oh its amazing, so amazing, so amazing
Amazing, so amazing
Baby baby
Amazing, so amazing
Amazing, amazing, so amazing
Baby baby
Skateboard P make your face fall off
Serve a bitch straight D make her face fall off (ok)
N-ggas come through and make your face fall off
N-gga what you finna do when your face fall off
Oh its amazing, so amazing, so amazing
Amazing, so amazing
Baby baby
Amazing, so amazing
Amazing, amazing, so amazing
Baby baby
[Pharrell - Verse 3]
And it don’t stop
A lot of n-ggas out there think that they can do what we do
Be my guest, go front for the people
But just like a store front, they gon see through
That you sweet like bubble gum and they gon eat you
How you blowing up n-gga, they chewing you
And when you hit rock bottom, they shoo’ing you
Like “ooh you, ooh, get away”
Not you, yeah right, ok
Don’t listen to these guys
These n-ggas full of lies
Cut em open and they cover up the floor, you surprised
Everytime they talk about what they gon get
They been looking at my blog, knife and forking my sh-t
While I’m tryna get the new G-5 with the kit
With the bed in the back cause my son hate to sit
And all that dark blue sh-t, ya’ll n-ggas been had
My diamonds rainbow like the register for black
Every aspect where the plane (?)
(?) brightness like a chain poster have
Got it from the ring so they know that its great
Plus the Audemar, I guess my wrists couldn’t wait to tell ya…
[Chorus]
Skateboard P make your face fall off
Serve a bitch straight D make her face fall off (ok)
N-ggas come through and make your face fall off
What the f-ck you gon do? make your face fall off
Oh its amazing, so amazing, so amazing
Amazing, so amazing
Baby baby
Amazing, so amazing
Amazing, amazing, so amazing
[T.I]
Now I don’t really care what you call me
Just as long as you don’t call me rude
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
“Goodnight its over with” that’s all she wrote
Streets like cold Chicago
Aint nothing new I’ve seen it all before
But still I ball like no tomorrow
Goodnight it’s over with that’s all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote
I said it’s over with that’s all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote
Goodnight its over with…
[T.I]
Its stupid how I go in knowing everybody knowing that i’m
Sewing up the game, strong like they hate me for it
Eventually see they cant beat than with me they join
Others sworn under oath, or banished left completely scorn
You tell lies, get caught, n-gga kick rocks
You never did blend in with the big shots
Its on the fast track, ain’t no need for no pit stops
I just laugh at, n-gga wishing it was this hot
Guess they mad at me huh, really pissed off
Better that than pissed on
I’m the Jetsons you the Flintstones
Catch me in the end zone
High stepping prime time
Thought you n-ggas been on
Ain’t no blocking my shine
Like my new air Yeezy’s, you can see me in the night
You wanna hate, have a nice time
While I get stupid paper, hey my dough ain’t in its right mind
(mind, mind)
[Chorus]
Now I don’t really care what you call me
Just as long as you don’t call me rude
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
“Goodnight its over with” that’s all she wrote
Streets like cold Chicago
Ain’t nothing new I’ve seen it all before
But still I ball like no tomorrow
Goodnight it’s over with that’s all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote
[Eminem]
Man TIP told me on this hoe tip, best tip I could give you to hip you
Never let these traits trick you
Mighty ambiguous of you to think I love slut, sh-t
Dig you a hole, take the shovel and dig you some dignity bitch
Sh-t you talk about some advice that sticks with you
If I should listen to anyone tell me to stick to my guns
Like double stick, its you but f-ck ‘em TIP, its cold
Its chilling like and feeling like the penguin in it’s f-cking igloo eating fudgesicles
I’d rather slip and fall in sh-t than fall in love with you
Before I tie a f-cking knot I’d tie you in one bitch
You think this is some Nintendo game how f-cking dumb is you
I’ll give you some mumps before I split some lump somes with you
So here’s a penny for your thoughts
But it won’t buy you a cheeseburger, although a nickle might just get you one pickle
F-ck it, its official so blow the whistle I got a trust issue
That’s a bombshell, scud missile!
I got this cuss at you to fucking cuss at you
Like before I rap there was some motherfucking stud
Slut, this will teach you not to come drunk, stumbling my way fo shizzle
I still live like I bought you the Gilbert slot checks stob bizzle
So f-ck sissors these checkers are bust like a blood blister
[Eminem]
Now I don’t really care what you call me
You can even call me cold
These bitches know as soon as they saw me
Its never me to get the privilege to know ‘em
I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I’m gonna go
Still I ball like there’s no tomorrow
[T.I]
The credit roller, curtain closer, movie over with
But don’t get mad at me
Go blame the chick who wrote this shit
Ya life is sure a bitch
But she know I’m rich
That why she give me what I want and I just throw her dick
Here I go again,
I kick this shit, give a damn, got it pouring in
Peso, Euro, yeah, ah ha, I’m paid never gon be poor again
See me posted in anything, wearing any chain
Never gon see me toting anything
All you gon see is BANG!
Its so nice where I kick it,
Hate you never get to visit
Yeah I’m on another level
But you n-ggas still can get it
Its all over ‘fore you finish
Sorry bro this road we end it
Won’t give you the satisfaction of me giving you the business
[Eminem]
Yeah, I said I wouldn’t give you the dirt off my handkerchief
I’m giving these hoes a dose of there own medicine
Let em get a good taste of it
I’m sure you got that relationship memo by now,
But in case you didnt
This is so bad, stick a nose to your forehead and staple it
Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wasting it
So I pace this shit a little bit quicker
That clock comer racing in double time
But I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time
It may take you pricks to catch on
While you strong arm like Stretch Armstrong
Man I still say K-mart like there’s an apostrophe “S” on it dog
And they say McDonalds isn’t a restaurant well I guess I’m wrong
But if you gon tell me that the A&W; ain’t the spot for the best hot dogs you can get the “F” on dawg
[Eminem]
Now I don’t really care what you call me
You can even call me cold
[T.I]
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
Goodnight it’s over with, that’s all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote
[Eminem]
I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I’m gonna go
Still I ball like there’s no tomorrow
Good night is over with that’s all she wrote
[T.I]
All she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote
I said its over with
That’s all she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote
[T.I.P.]
man meet me at the mirror man
hurry up
come holla at meet
NOW!!
[T.I.]
i see what the fuck goin on man
[T.I.P.]
oh bout time
[T.I.]
ladies and gentleman I apoligize for the confusion
[T.I.P.]
what the f.... fuck dem man you better holla at me
[T.I.]
see if you recall back in trap muzik we had this problem once before
[T.I.P.]
meet me at the mirror man, come to the mirror
[T.I.]
I thought we had dis shit under control though u know what I'm sayin
[T.I.P.]
nah home boy man I told yall I was gunna let you do this shit for a minute
[T.I.]
nah man hold up man I'm talkin can u see?
[T.I.P.]
man you can't shut me up man I got it from here on out
[T.I.]
man it's obvious that we can......
[T.I.P]
yea..we doin this shit my way now
[T.I.]
man this dude is impossible
man why can't you just talk about what the fuck wrong wit cha
man why can't you just say what the fuck on your mind man
quit all dat actin out
[T.I.P.]
man talkin don't do no mufuckin good man
man dis shit got way outta hand now
[T.I.]
man I understand all dat bruh man but look though man
all you gotta do is ride out
[T.I.P.]
naw naw ride out my ass dat what got my mutha fuckin partna killed man
[T.I.]
man you think I ment for that shit to mutha f**kin go down?
dog you think I would hold da keys like dat?
[T.I.P.]
it don't matter what the fuck you ment to happen homeboy thats what it is
[T.I.]
I mean all in all bra I told you do it my way and that wouldn't had happen
[T.I.P.]
man doin it your way what got us here right now
[T.I.]
so what you sayin
[T.I.P.]
what the fuck, you heard me say nigga
yoy all out here man, all on T.V, flossin wit your Hollywood
mutha fuckin outfits and. bra I ain't wit dis shit home boy
[T.I.]
well fuck it den cuz you know ery mutha fuckin thing
[T.I.P.]
nah I don't know everithang but I know bullshit when I see it
[T.I.]
[T.I.P.]
you always tryin to mufuckin put on in front of these cameras like you bout sumthin
[T.I.]
da fuck you mean man? what you talkin bout?
[T.I.P.]
ay look man. you need me partna
[T.I.]
you need me!
[T.I.P.]
There wouldn't be none of that King of the South shit if it weren't for TIP
[T.I.]
man TIP your ass wuld get us locked up every chance you get if I let you.
[T.I.P.]
if you let me? you see what the fuck I'm sayin man?
how the fuck you gon let me do somthin?
ay look man I'm sick of you and these other ho ass rappers out here.
yall can kiss my ass. and you can tell em I said that. fake ass niggas.
[T.I.]
man why you take it like that man
how in da fuck you gon put me in dis....
I'm done talkin to you. [glass breaks] just go to da next song
... you might have seen me on the tube
With your little son or daughter eyes glued to the screen
But ain't it as bad as it seem
Now could you imagine in your wildest dreams
Comin from nothin making somethin out your wildest dreams
Been hustlin since a pre-teen it must be in my genes
Knot in my starter coat bout a g in my jeans
It's the reason why the streets crowned me as the king
And why robber crews don't mind seein me bling
Man I'm a seven time felon how you bein with me?
From running through house? and the caine fifty thousand?
Scream my name and sing the same song that I spit flames on
Broad shoulder body part they tattoo my name on
Hey I think you muthafuckas got the game wrong
I came to bring game to the game and turn the lame off
Sucka niggas keep hatin' I'm a flame on
Wherever there's a fire sire? sut to place the flame on?
Okay first things first
Fuck what you think you know bout me
You crack-pushin petty thief man that's so not me
You heard the album read a magazine, oh I see
Well I'll admit I've got a past I don't care to repeat
But I ain't half as bad as niggas you comparin with me
Rich or poor you still a nigga that's apparent to me
But transition from the streets I know you'll rarely be seen
That's duely noted, still your profilers embarassin me
Got me under investigation because of my association
With niggas I barely know by they faces ain't know relation
I mean for pete sake, how much pressure from the police in each state can a young g take?
I'm dyin to eat steak with a mil in each safe
Got a crib with a gate so my kids can be safe
Tryin to fly straight, these chances I take
Could end a good night and ruin a nice day
Hey you watchin? you goin see, you barkin up the wrong tree
Just cause I'm a seven time felon ho-mie
In addition to the lies snitches tellin on me
Ay, Ayyy, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ayyy
It's Okay, tomorrow'll be a better day
[Chorus:]
When you rent a day late and you tryna stay straight
But the only way to get it is to slang that weight
Okay, tomorrow'll be a better day
[Verse 1:]
When ya'll came in the world with a sparkle in her eye
And knowing the only thing that we will promise is to die
But a promise is a lot can't nobody guarantee it
Cause death around the corner can't nobody damn see it
I can't agree that God good at all time
But, we all know shit ain't all good at all time
So I tote my strap in the hood at all time
But respect ain't just something that's understood in our time
Especially by our kind man I hate it for the future
Police don't wanna lock you up no more they wanna shoot you
And it's half as bad as these haters'll do you
Soon as you get your loot up they wanna shoot off
Lord forbid to kill me I bet you nobody knew what
Suckas get shot and police come straight to us
Imagine how they do us ever since niggas blew up
I know your goin' through it know I'm goin through it too
[Chorus:]
When you rent a day late and you tryna stay straight
But the only way to get it is to slang that weight
Okay, tomorrow'll be a better day
When you daughter like 6 and her pops ain't shit
You don't wanna tell her you and momma gotta go strip
Okay, tomorrow'll be a better day
[Verse 2:]
I'm doin' this for the hood for a kid with no dad
I was just like ya'll don't feel so bad
Know it's hard when you live so bad
They whoop your ass and they wonder why you still so bad
For long you get whoopings and just laugh
Momma washin' clothes, find a lil' blue bag
She ask you what your doin' you tell her stuntin' like my daddy
You knew that I was gonna be a hustla when you had me
Look around ma you sent me to the store to get some bread
And I'm passin' at least 8 J's or mo'
You know the rent been late for 8 days or mo'
But slangin' blow up a better habit than 8 days of snow
[Chorus:]
When your speeding with the white and you see the blue lights
And you on your 3rd strike so the judge say life
Okay, tomorrow'll be a better day
If your son 14 and he just stand for a criminal
It's hard to realize baby girl that God with you
Okay, tomorrow'll be a better day
[Verse 3:]
My momma girl son 14 just got killed, had to cap myself
Bout to tell her I know how you feel
I had been a damn liar see her tryin' not to cry
She know he in a better place but she just wanna know why
Know somebody tellin' lie and a nigga gon' die
It's goin down, I guarantee her to calm down
I tried to convince her that he in God's arms now (What she sayin'?)
She said I don't believe that this God right now
I know it's hard right now in your heart right now
But God give new beginnings you can start right now
You can start right now cause you report right now
But shit he in better shape than we are right now
[Chorus:]
When you rent a day late and you tryna stay straight
But the only way to get it is to slang that weight
Okay, tomorrow'll be a better day
When you daughter like 6 and her pops ain't shit
You don't wanna tell her you and momma gotta go strip
Okay, tomorrow'll be a better day
When your speeding with the white and you see the blue lights
And you on your 3rd strike so the judge say life
Okay, tomorrow'll be a better day
If your son 14 and he just stand for a criminal
It's hard to realize baby girl that God with you
Gangsta gangsta grisill
DOWN WITH THA KING!
Live and direct from the traps of bankhead nigga
Pimp squad Click nigga grand huslte pimp I sound mad huh? yo faggot ass gon be mad in a
Minute. (King of The South)
[verse:]
I'm king of the place call home of the base
He emerged out the trap from a zone of the flake
Caught a case and he still keep a chrome on his waste
For the hatuhs and tha fakes gettn thrown in the way
Like a pussy nigga named lil wesley tryna test me
O u best be hangin whut your faggot ass best be
Use words carefully when u address me
Ye ain't gotta like me but your gonna respect me (or else)
Or else get wet like a jet ski nigga take 10 of these and live that'll impress me
Say I wanna rap on your song and ye'ain't let me
Seen ya on the front of the source like that upset me
Nigga fuck ya in tha ass I ain't mad bout shit shot quick full clip all yo ass gon get (gon get)
And I ain't finna put a mask on flip I'm a empty out this clip and ya ass gon flip
Bet ya moms and yo dad gon trip but dem the consequences tryna mash on tip
Nigga lyrically I mirk u physically I hurt you ye'a'int neva ran tha streets u had a curfew
Fuck around with me and I bet you be in the dirt soon
Look you in the eye and see your sweet like perfume
So go on and keep runnin u dick sucka
I'm a swang show tha world that your just a big sucka
Daddy shoulda got some head wish he woulda wore a rubba
But he didn't so now I geuss tha world gotta suffa
Tip a be tha reason for the saddest day your momma seen
When I let this kay slay a nigga like the drama king
Betta find a nigga to try shawy I ain't tha one
I got 99 problems lil flip ain't one c'mon
[chorus:]
I say 99 problems lil flip ain't one
Fuck boy you wanted beef well he found him some
I got 99 problems lil flip ain't one
I say 99 problems lil flip ain't one
This pussy nigga wanted beef well he found him some
I got 99 problems lil flip ain't one
[verse:]
[Lil Flip:] (scarface is the king of the south)
Pussy nigga shut tha fuck up I'm cool with face even he kno dat you a sucka
Paul wall runnin texas alone with slim thugga
Mike jones he a g and zee ro some real hustlas
Ye'ain't neva been a botany boy you just a busta (busta)
Neva been seen outside on tha southside sucka
Now you puttn on like u run shit after third go to jail with this leprachaun shit
Several times u don't like whut I'm sayin then buck
Nigga swang when u see me nigga I don't give a fuck
Cause I kno u just a lame and your patnuhs ain't tuff
I kno your aim ain't shit and your fight game suck
So I couldn't imagine thate g's tha ones who listen to you
Just some kids women and a lotta homosexuals
I'm a stand up guy man I made the principles
All u do is lie and every thing u say is fictional
I demand my respect I'm a die about that
But I'm a hit u with tha teck and let you lie about that
So keep me out your raps or this shit ain't done
I got 99 problems lil flip ain't one
[talking:]
Say fuck nigga I heard u talkin bout me nigga come see me nigga atlanta zone 1 (bankkhead)
Matter fact I come see you nigga in the suburban area of houston I kno you can't
Come to the city nigga. say weren't you a jantitor in high school you sucka ass nigga
(though we forgot) nigga nigga hump say he made you put on that leprachaun
Suit you talkin bout u got rich off that shit nigga ye ain't even get no card till this next album
(little bow tie wearin ass nigga) nigga how I'm livin nigga you rented that mutha fuckib
House in carrison ohio on how I'm livin think we ain't know about that huh I'm expose
Yo pussy ass nigga (Top hat wearin ass nigga) you ho ass nigga wait till I see you
I'm a slap you in them white gold teeth you got nigga that ain't no mutha fuckin platinum
30 g's my ass nigga you musta forgot paul wall made grills nigga das my mutha fuckin patnuh nigga
30 g's my ass I'm a get a grill just to show you what 30 g's look like nigga
Ay flip man can I get one of dem bowties and top hat please I need one one of dem glitter bow ties and a top hat plees
Dis dis halloween I wanna be da leprechaun dis halloween can I get one and my
Very own pot of gold to squat over like a little bitch you sucka ass weak boi I mutha fuckin beat yo ass man
Lil flip how dare you forreal man the audacity of this ho nigga can u beleive it I'm done with you
Now but say sumthi else and this ain't ova. bitch
[outro:]
And I'll adore you
[Talking]
Yeeaaaa...
Hey, hey, hey, hahahaha
Aight Toomp man, this what the folkes been waitin on I guess,
That's right
Let's give it to 'em baby
Grand Hustle nigga,
Aye man they been waitin on this shit since "What You Know" huh?
Yeaaaa
It's the king bitch
Aight my nigga, the wait is over nigga
Hey, hey
[Verse 1]
One for da money, two for da show dawg,
Three for the niggas hatin' on da low, ya'll
know a picture worth a million words I'ma show ya'll
Death before da son, a family before all
Witout da braids I'm da closest thing to O-Dawg
Minus the testimony,
Say it ain't so, homie!
Hey,
Shawty like that, don't he?
World hopped off my jock, I got him right back on it
Step back brush myself off,
Pick business back up, right where I left off,
I can show my dope, dat other guy just talk,
Aye, where I live just as big as yo projects, dog
Aye, haha
Better check my swagga
How I walk, how I talk, how I stack dat chedda,
What I drive, how I dress, nigga looks just betta,
Hundred stacks on that nigga I'm just...Betta
Hahahahaha
Somebody better tell 'em mayne
They swag owe my swag everything
Very plain to see you study me awful hard
To the point that my swag need a bodyguard
I'd like to thnik to thank you cuz uhh ya'll oughta be
Havin' ya'll swags sendin mines an apology
A lot of little mes, I see, got beef
But what's the possibility, stop, see, you not me
Hardly work for hella beams,
Step up to the guillotine
Get decapitated,
Don't see how half you rappas made it
Say good...bye to the fame and the fortune
Say la vi
What the game need with you, nigga? They got me
I ride through the city so clean,
Seat really low, auto-mo
billies, so pretty, but I'm illy tho
No comparison
Ain't a nigga mo' thorough than this gangsta american
Flow, dope or da heroin,
King like Evalyn,
Champaigne mayne
So durranged and buligerant
Ranked up there with Benjamin
Who? Andre 3K, B.I.G., Jay-Z, UGK, Scarface, Machievelli the great,
Wayne, Common, Kanye and
Lupe
So fuck what you say
You welcome to ask who you made,
Bet they say as of today,
I'm back on top like a toupe
All objections overruled
It's overdue both high,
and sober too, I'm so high
up over you,
Same guy you see in the streets it's as fly as here in the booth,
So don't be surprised when you meet me to see that I'm really the truth,
Oooo
So uncoof
Nigga, who want proof?
Must agree that shit idea,
Can't no one undo,
I stay on my 1,2
Nigga who want 2?
Turn a brunch into a brawl,
Do what you gon' do,
I'm wired
Hot as a bitch and still,
Cool as a fridge and dear,
This year I'm on a mission dear,
I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
See me when I walk in, ain't nothin' to it
Brought ten stacks to the back, then threw it
Make it rain, ain't a thang
When it come to money I got it, man
You the next best thang, I'm the hottest, mayne
You talk that shit, I'm 'bout it, mayne
We way over here, up out your range
Don't try to be G, that's not your thang
You try me G, that Glock gon' bang
K I N G, that's not gon' change
I'm rich, bitch, I don't care about no fame
'Cause if all else fails, I got cocaine
Still see me all on TV wit it
Still in da hood what ya need he get it
Dough low 44, see me wit it
If a nigga runnin' up best believe he get it
See us in da club, nigga, we be trippin'
Niggas rap 'bout that shit we livin'
7 or 8 stacks on 2 or 3 bitches
Sucka niggas over there hatin', we chillin'
I ran out of ones, so go back get more
Say shawty, bend it over back, real slow
Jack dat ass up, grab that pole
Show me you 'bout that action, hoe
I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no
They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no
Eeenie, meenie, miny, moe
I'm lookin' for the direction this money 'bout to go
I'm 'bout ta blow, we pop bottles
Me and the whole clique certified shot callas
Blow top dollas
Got this bitch jumpin' off the chain like Rottweilers
5000 ones, throw 'em then stop
See I'm lookin' for the baddest bitch
Splurge for a second when I'm done you can have this bitch
5000, 10,000, 20
Ones in my hand, that's good money
Ones in my fan, we get money
She pop that thang, she get that
That money's fallin' like rain
I'm VIP that's champagne
I'm K I D do my thang
And yes, indeed, I got change
Or shall I say I got paper
Stacked money tall as skyscrapers
Hater's you fly I fly paper
She pop that thang she get that
She make it hot like wasabi
Look at that body on mommy
She probably stand right beside me
And I tsunami lil' mommy
I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
They call me Young, my money long
I make it rain, now loose your thong
Now loose your bottoms, now loose your tops
You saw what I just spent, I could've bought a watch
I could've bought a car, maybe a couple bricks
I send my hood bitch the fifths on a shoppin' trip
5000 ones, ya you know young wit it
So high up in the air, she need a flight to go get it
Still Mr. Magic City, you know no replacements
This is what I do I got a pole in my basement
If I can make it to Onyx, I bring Onyx to the condo
Call lil' bro bring me 20 grand pronto
I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no
They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no
It's the Twista and can't nobody hold him
The money the stacks that we makin' you can't fold 'em
Get love in the strip club
Gotta nigga feeling so freaky they askin' is you roamin'
Yeah, makin' it rain is automatic when
She's askin if you trickin' you got it
Pimpin' is a habit from Twista magic city
And the muthafuckin' betta bet not bitch about it
Steady stackin' paper that's the reason we be throwin' it up
Dollas at the coke, they slang d
Really lil' mamma all over Dj Drama
And T.I. Joc and Nelly when we in da club
I'ma pop a couple of bottles and I'ma start that good shit up
Got 5000 ones and I'm about to throw it up
Sip on some that Patron
I'ma 'bout put a hundred on one of them thongs
Gotta cup a lil' somethin' 'cause I pay the bill
Still money ain't shit, I make major deal
Better ring the alarm, here come the paper
Twista comin' in the club when I get I pop a lot
When she come up wit a fatty I gladly tip her
Jazze, tell 'em what I got
I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I'm lookin' for her I'm lookin' for her
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no
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