'Tee' is featured as a movie character in the following productions:

What About the Children (2011)

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Genres: Family,

Actors Harold Dennis (actor), Harold Dennis (actor), Sandy Gulliver (actress), Trent Davis (actor), Cortez Mack (director), Cortez Mack (producer), Rodney Brown (miscellaneous crew), Bryant Dailey (actor), Elena Banta (actress), Geri Patterson (actress), Bibi Lebechi (actress), Geri Patterson (actress), Ryan Wilson (actor), Stanley Dailey Jr. (actor), McKenzie Holmes (actor),

White Apple (2011)

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Genres: Drama, Short,

Actors Johnny Mask (actor), Claire Kirk (actress), Eric Weiher (miscellaneous crew), Allison M. Evans (actress), Ryan Welsh (actor), Matt Ducey (actor), Kyle Overmyer (actor), Ryan Millett (composer), William Alvarez (editor), Naman Pham (writer), Naman Pham (director), Namson Pham (producer), Lubo Barnett (actor), Keegan Flynn (editor), Mourad Moussabeck (miscellaneous crew),

Maffé Tiga (2011)

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Genres: Drama, Romance, Short, Thriller,

Taglines:

A struggling young African woman finds that love is the true connection between her heritage and her future.

Actors Mohamed Dione (director), Mohamed Dione (actor), Mohamed Dione (producer), Mohamed Dione (writer), Pamela Holt (actress), Marie J. Zoumanigui (actress), Michael Ashley West (composer), Ganohon Ansansame (actor), Stephanie Williams (actress), Stephanie Williams (producer), Judith Mayer (producer), Mariame Conde (costume designer), Aminat Odunbaku (actress),

Rent a Car (2010)

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Genres: Comedy,

Actors Lakisha R. Lemons (director), Daniel Garza (actor), Yi Tian (actress), Jeffry Griffin (actor), Shawn Harris (actor), Marcus Jones (director), Beny Schwarzt (actor), Jai Aitch (writer), Jai Aitch (actor), Frank White (composer), Frank White (actor), Frank White (producer), Frank White (producer), Chantal Nicole (actress), Frank White (writer),

Laying My Past to Rest (2010)

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Genres: Drama,

Actors Malcolm Spears (actor), Gerron DelValle (editor), Gerron DelValle (director), Gerron DelValle (producer), Gerron DelValle (writer), Gwendolyn Lindsay (actress), Christopher Rivera (actor), Antjuan Tobias (actor), Key Jones (actress), Conrad Clifton (actor), Key Jones (actress), Patrice Harris (actress), Archie Hughes (actor), Emani Williams (actor), Ava Johnson (actress),

4.3.2.1 (2010)

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Genres: Crime, Thriller,

Taglines:

4 Girls, 3 Days, 2 Cities, 1 Chance.....

Quotes:

Dillon: Do you kiss your mum with that mouth?::Kerrys: Nah, but I kissed yours.

Actors Noel Clarke (director), Noel Clarke (writer), Eve (actress), Helen McCrory (actress), Sean Pertwee (actor), Noel Clarke (producer), Mandy Patinkin (actor), Nicholas Briggs (actor), John Warman (actor), Kevin Smith (actor), Ben Miller (actor), Lee Nicholas Harris (actor), Noel Clarke (actor), Shaun Lucas (actor), James Edward Barker (producer),

Burn (2009)

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Genres: Drama, Short,

Taglines:

The fuse has been lit...

Actors Peter Carrodus (editor), David Vadiveloo (director), Anna Kaplan (producer), Ali Haidar (actor), Sarah Nassereddin (actress), Sene Auelua (actor), Plutonic Lab (composer), Tim Campbell (actor),

Jail Party (2005)

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Genres: Action, Comedy, Crime, Drama,

Taglines:

The 'hood giveth...and the 'hood taketh away.

Actors Donnie Leapheart (writer), Donnie Leapheart (editor), Donnie Leapheart (writer), Donnie Leapheart (producer), Angel Johnson (actress), Trina Braxton (actress), Calvin Ashford (actor), Jason Upson (producer), Jay Powell (actor), Rodney Breedlove (producer), Carlyle Chalmers (actor), Jason Upson (writer), Jason Upson (actor), Rodney Breedlove (composer), Richard Player (actor),

A Thin Line Between Love and Hate (1996)

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Genres: Comedy, Crime, Romance, Thriller,

Taglines:

When you play, you pay.
She's had it with bad boys. Now it's time to get even...
While some women are waiting to exhale, this one is ready to get even.

Quotes:

Brandi Web: You put your hands on the wrong woman.

Brandi Web: So tell me something, Darnell. You still the man? The main man? You know what you are? And I didn't think so. You're a dog. A mad dog, to be exact. And do you know what they do with mad dogs? I can't hear you.::Darnell 'Deeny: No, what they do with mad dogs?::Brandi Web: [pulls out a gun] They shoot mad dogs!

Ma Wright: It's a thin line between love and hate.::Nikki: Nigger, you full of shit!::Gwen: All your damn promises! Get out of my face!

[Brandi is holding Mia at gunpoint]::Mia Williams: I bet you ain't shit without that gun!

Brandi Web: I don't know what your selling... but I'm not buying.

Ma Wright: I know you didn't touch her, baby. I raised you better than that. The Lord must've been watching out over your stupid ass.::Darnell 'Deeny: Hey, I cut her off. She was into some crazy shit, mama. She was wild - buck wild.

Darnell 'Deeny: Clovis' little brother? Mama, you can't let her go out with him. He macks more women than... than...::Ma Wright: The one I'm looking at right now?

Brandi Web: You can trust horses. They don't let you down. People always let you down. Especially men.

Brandi Web: I'm not going to shoot you. Not for myself, no. I'm going to shoot you for all women.

Brandi Web: You know, a man just comes along and he buys us off a shelf. Then he plays. Plays with us until he thinks we're no longer fun. Or until he gets us all dirty, right? Then he just wants to throw us away.

Actors Martin Lawrence (writer), Martin Lawrence (writer), Tracy Morgan (actor), Della Reese (actress), Lynn Whitfield (actress), Martin Lawrence (producer), Regina King (actress), Martin Lawrence (actor), Miguel A. Núñez Jr. (actor), Tommy 'Tiny' Lister (actor), Faizon Love (actor), Bobby Brown (actor), Michael Bell (actor), Wenden K. Baldwin (miscellaneous crew), Martin Lawrence (director),

Quest of the Delta Knights (1993)

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Genres: Action, Adventure, Fantasy,

Taglines:

In an age of swords and sorcery, one young hero holds the key to infinite wisdom - and ultimate power.

Quotes:

Thena: My two knights in shining armor.::Leonardo: Not so shining.

Tee: Wisdom, composed of knowledge, judgment, and compassion.

Tee: Yes, master.::Baydool: No. Not "master", Tee. You're free now, you're no longer a slave, remember?::Tee: My mother taught me. Those with whom we have met, those with great wisdom and dignity, we should call "master".::Baydool: I can live with that.

Actors David Warner (actor), David Warner (actor), David Warner (actor), Richard Kind (actor), Herman Beeftink (composer), Robert Miano (actor), Sarah Douglas (actress), Olivia Hussey (actress), Peter Sands (actor), George Maguire (actor), Carl Schurtz (composer), Rana Joy Glickman (producer), Joshua Fredric Smith (actor), Harvey Malkin (miscellaneous crew), Corbin Allred (actor),

Tee Filmography

• Afro-Saxons 2008, role: actor, Play in Full Screen
• More Black Dirty Debutantes 14 1999, role: actor, Play in Full Screen
• Deep in the City 1999, role: actor, Play in Full Screen
• Gang Bang Mechanics 1999, role: actor, Play in Full Screen
• Lisa Lawrence's Birthday Bang 1999, role: actor, character name: Tee Play in Full Screen
• Black Gang Bang #10 1998, role: actor, Play in Full Screen
• Black Gang Bang 9 1998, role: actor, Play in Full Screen
• Best of the Best 3: No Turning Back 1995, role: actor, character name: Rosie Play in Full Screen

Chou, Tee Tee Filmography

• The Matrices 2003, role: actress, character name: Swing Dancer Play in Full Screen

Benn, Tee Tee Filmography

• Sing Along Songs: Brother Bear - On My Way 2003, role: actress, character name: Dancer Play in Full Screen

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  Da Dopemanshow lyrics

  Da Dopeman

  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

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  Why U Mad At Meshow lyrics

  Why U Mad At 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

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  Live Your Lifeshow lyrics

  Live Your Life

  [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.

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  Don't You Wanna Be Highshow lyrics

  Don't You Wanna Be High

  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

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  I'm Straightshow lyrics

  I'm Straight

  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?

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  What They Do

  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

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  You Ain't Missin' Nothin'

  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

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  Ready For Whatever

  [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

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  Tell 'Em I Said That

  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

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  Act I (T.I.P.)

  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

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  I'm Talkin' To You

  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

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  Told You So

  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

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  Get It

  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

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  Stand Up

  [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]

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  Live In The Sky

  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

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  What Up, What's Haapnin'

  [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]

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  No matter what

  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)

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  Swagger 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
  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

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  56 Bars (Intro)

  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

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  Touchdownshow lyrics

  Touchdown

  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

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  No Sweatshow lyrics

  No Sweat

  (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

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  Act II (T.I.)

  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

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  King Backshow lyrics

  King Back

  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

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  Dope Boyz

  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

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  Undertakershow lyrics

  Undertaker

  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,

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  Top Backshow lyrics

  Top Back

  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

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  Heavy Chevys

  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

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  Bankheadshow lyrics

  Bankhead

  [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

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  The Greatest

  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

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  Prayin' For Helpshow lyrics

  Prayin' For Help

  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

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  Coming Back

  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

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  Ride Wit Me

  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

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  Hands Up!

  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

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  Whatever You Like

  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]

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  On Top Of The World

  [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

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  Slide Show

  [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

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  Porn Star

  [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]

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  My Life Your Entertainment

  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

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  Every Chance I Get

  [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

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  Dead And Gone

  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

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  Respect This Hustle

  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

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  Watch What You Say To Me

  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

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  Hurt

  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

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  My Typeshow lyrics

  My Type

  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,

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  My Swag

  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

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  Hustlin'

  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...

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  Big Things Poppin' (Do It)

  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

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  Grand Royal

  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

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  Countdown

  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

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  My Life

  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