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Man I Aint Sign Up For This Shit
I Lost My Partna, I Lost My Life Homie Man F**k This Shit I'm Done Aye Listen Homes Get Atlantic On The Phone Go On Call Em Have Em Tell Craig, Julie, Kevin Cause I Need To Holla At Em First I Gotta Let Em Know Im Tired Of Rappin F**k The Money Ever Since Phil Died I Aint Havin It Things Happen We Under New Operations Tho We Ready For Whatever We Like Cooperation Betta Listen When I'm Talkin Or Throw It Off I Aint Patient Ima Tell You Once Then Start Countin Shell Cases Don't Mean To Scare You But This Bullshit Is Irritating Ima Tell You Like It Is Shawty I Aint Finna Play I Feel Another K Coming Round The Corna Anyday I Know The Consequences I'm The Same Nigga Anyway It's Way More Important What I'm Finna Say Do What I Say I Aint Droppin Shit Till 2028 (What The F**k If He Comes On The 20th Or The 28th) (He Said The Year 2028 F**kin Moron) And Listen Guys Wanna Be High Shit It's T.I.P. From Here On Out F**k That T.I. Shit Give A Damn What That Nigga Got To Say Bout This T.I. I Think Its Best You Should Stay Out This Don't Be E-mailin no Itineraries I Wont Get 'Em Ya Best Bet Is Just Holla When They Fuel The Jet Tell Cidney Aint No Photo Shoots And I Aint Interveiwin Refuse Now Be The Sucka Cause A Shooter Doesn't Move (If You Cash That Check Then Youll Be Spending Our Money) You Right About That Honey Thanks For Doing That For Me (And Speaking Of Money) You Can Always Buy Me Out But The Price High I Aint Another T.I. Nigga No More Mister Nice Guy (Listen Kid Understand Me Here) What (This Is Lyor Cohen) Yeah Yeah (You Better Treat This Company With Some Respect) Ha Ha Ha (You Better Not Be Playin With My Motha F**kin Money) Oh I Got Ya Motha F**kin Money Partna But I Aint Playin You Got Any Sense You'll Do What The F**k I Say, I Say No Goddamn Album And That Aint No Threat Thats A Motha F**kin Promise Jack Come And See Me If You Want It Get It Like The Red Cross Nigga (Hustle Pimp x16) |
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[Chorus:]
Ey, You niggas aint raw I don't buy none of that bullshit you tellin me King you'll never be I can see you niggas aint raw Hell naw, give a damn who you go and get Real niggas kno it We can notice that you niggas ain't raw Even though that you suppose to be down wit so and so You still the same lame from a year ago I know you ain't raw You ain't graduated with the gladiators You're just practice for the young assassinators Ey, you know you ain't raw. [Verse 1:] Fuck The shit you tellin them, I know he ain't shit as us He aint now competitor, That shit there ain't scarin' us You bought yourself a slaughter, a coffins what you headed for. You didn't wanna die, well nigga what'd you pull a weapon for? just cause we the niggas all ya'll ho bitches checkin for And ain't nobody real niggas would rather hear instead of us You don't know how to shine it up, Bein' that I sell it up Lot of niggas do it, don't nobody do as well as us Hater wanna fuck wit us, let him get to vestin up Hit em wit the chopper, chest and up, bet I wet ya up Let ya partna get ya up, ain't nobody catchin up But this some shit I'm down to recieve a lethal injection for King of the whole thing, Fuck whoever stepping up Give a damn who is behind em, or care about who catchin up Long as I'm alive, the second best you'll have to settle for Come on now, you really think you better bro? [Chorus] [Verse 2:] I got both friends blowin, on a boat just goin This bitch, his bitch, and yo bitch blowin Young pimpin get dough in, like his last name Cohen My fan base spread, and the shit kept growin and wat got me getting head in the vessel of the G4 again Hook a hustle up wit investors and there he go again 20 million later and I'm guessin its finally soakin in At best you just a hater who mad at me cuz he broke again Sellin all ya jewelry, considerin sellin dope again Cuz he whos ballin outta control is suppose to be focusin Wana be the king by default, they hopin for openings Pray they see the day they hear me say I'll never flow again But oh contraire I guarantee in one year After another they'll suffer as long as I'm here Fear no man alive, I don't care You don't run shit nigga, be clear... [Chorus x2] Ey, ey, you niggas aint raw I can see you niggas aint raw We can notice that you niggas aint raw I know you aint raw. |
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Ay boy don't spill my drink, pull it!
Now Listen..(Grand Hustle homie) Everybody report to the bloodclot dancefloor Wyclef all hands on deck (you love the beat) (boy you know what it is) [T.I.P & Wyclef] Ay, (brat), Ay (brat), Ay (brat) Yo T.I.P, talk to them bloodclot [T.I.P] I'm a real nigga Homie Show Six figga's on me I got a pistol You don't want it But You know what it is Im way fly-er my pay is way higher If they ever mention sire Boy You know what it is about that drama You don't want no' problems Goatta love that lama But you know what it is I get Money, all I count is big money this is all you get from me boy you know what it is [Wyclef] Yo T.I.P, let them little rock boys know how you movin (Boy You Know What it is) [T.I.P] The wait is over here we go again I'm back in the plate Gon sell another couple mill and take it back to tha 'A Gon take that other couple mill and put it back in the safe 5 carats for the crib only b I'm in big crusies 2 steppin with the gat in the waist T.I. aint in the streets no more fo sho is that what they say? No more cryin when you sayin boy you have to be great Cuz that pistol will hit ya in ya face yall peeps will have to replate That's if you like it and if ya trust me it wont hurt me to take A Hundred thousand to them Haitians you'll be murdered today. [T.I.P] I'm a real nigga Homie Show Six figga's on me I got a pistol You don't want it But You know what it is Im way fly-er my pay is way higher If they ever mention sire Boy You know what it is about that drama You don't want no' problems Goatta love that lama But you know what it is I get Money, all I count is big money this is all you get from me boy you know what it is [Wyclef] Yo T.I.P, some boy wanna playa hate, Let em know who tha king of the south is! Talk to em! [T.I.P] Women sweatin when they see me im apparently hot Had the album of the year nigga grammy or not Remember all day I used to stand in one spot 2 revolvers in my pocket pitchin handlin rocks See me now? choppin, there aint a car I aint got Im the #1 customer at my own car lot If ya wanna know how much I make just imagine alot Even tho I prolly gettin more then you'd imagine I got listen close I need to know if you understand me or not if ya disrespectin me you and your man'll get shot [T.I.P] I'm a real nigga Homie Show Six figga's on me I got a pistol You don't want it But You know what it is Im way fly-er my pay is way higher If they ever mention sire Boy You know what it is about that drama You don't want no' problems Goatta love that lama But you know what it is I get Money, all I count is big money this is all you get from me boy you know what it is [T.I.P] Went from the King of the south, to the king of the states Ridin in a car you probably never seen in the states No Idea how much yay I can bring in the states You could get a hundred of em for a million today Lucus aint the only one who made a million a day But it's an American Gangsta right here in ya face And you dont wanna see P$C on the scene with a 'K You think you running and prorobbin that aint even the case And just because you get away that dont mean its okay You a dead man walking and I mean it okay. [T.I.P] I'm a real nigga Homie Show Six figga's on me I got a pistol You don't want it But You know what it is Im way fly-er my pay is way higher If they ever mention sire Boy You know what it is about that drama You don't want no' problems Goatta love that lama But you know what it is I get Money, all I count is big money this is all you get from me Boy you know what it is [Wyclef] Some of dem boys want to talk what dey have done. They guns sound like popcorn. |
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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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus] (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 [Chorus] (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 I'll show you how to be a [Chorus] |
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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. [Chorus] 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 your 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 sucker 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 your 4 kids... Watch what you say to me. [1st verse: T.I.] 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 thing 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. [Chorus] 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 your 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 sucker 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 your 4 kids... Watch what you say to me. [2nd verse: Jay-Z] 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 your music, muthafucker you stupid? [Chorus:] 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 your 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 sucker 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 your 4 kids... Watch what you say to me. [3rd verse: T.I.] Cause I ain't never been a sucker, been gangsta my whole life So a nigga disrespect me and it's on on sight I hear what you say in your 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'm a get me a K But all this shit can be avoided one way... [Chorus:] 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 your 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 sucker 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 your 4 kids... Watch what you say to me. |
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Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
You pussy niggas finna make me kill one a y'all [Hook] 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 [T.I.] 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 [Hook] [Alfa Mega] 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 [Hook] [Busta Rhymes] Right now I'ma give you somethin' that a make a nigga beg please When a bullet whiz by 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 If you ain't know I got it under my shirt |
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Help on the way
Help on the way They say the games in trouble Help on the way Help on the way Help on the way Help on the way They say the games in trouble Help on the way Help on the way I got the game on lock Standin on top Say hello to the man who saved hip hop Say hello to the man who saved hip hop Say hello to the man who saved hip hop They say the game f**ked up and the records ain't sellin It was bad in 06' gettin worse in 07' Market over saturated with all the bootleggin When it seems better shawty ain't no tellin' Well, call Lyor, give him this message Then hit K'ys tell hiim, tell Kevin, Craig, Julie Greenwald, all of them present The fifty mill you gave me, was a sound investment This time around we gon sell 5, no less than 4 on a slow day, call vegas and bet By the way, if you a winner, I'm the one you should be with Hit J,Tell them niggas to bet against Grand Hustle homie, I'm a make you respect this They say "the market share down", so... I ain't affected Tell the label relax, ain't no need to stress shit Just cut the check and I'll handle the rest... shhiit They say the game in trouble Help on the way Don't worry bout nothin Help on the way They say the games in trouble Help on the way I got this shit Help on the way They say the games in trouble Help on the way Don't worry bout nothin Help on the way They say the games in trouble Help on the way I got this shit Help on the way I got the game on lock Standin on top Say hello to the man who saved hip hop I got the game on lock It ain't gon Stop Say hello to the man who saved hip hop I got the game on lock Standin on top Say hello to the man who saved hip hop I got the game on lock It ain't gon stop Say hello to the man who saved hip hop You hear my name so hot, I got the game on lock You niggas keep floppin, But i remain on top Still the same ol' me, With the same ol' glock From the first cd, With the Kangol top I was hollerin dopeboy when I first came out It seems like everyone in the dope game now man I told these niggas that it ain't gon stop All the hatin' gon' stop or this thang gon' blah Most of these niggas ,ain't slang ,no blocks Got a lil' somethin', but it ain't so hot Try to sell a record when my shit drop Get the cover of the magazine when my shit out nope I think not just why, if you ever eye with a nigga this fly You better watch your mouth, you ain't that high KING OF THE SOUTH, you ain't that guy They say the game in trouble Help on the way Don't worry bout nothin Help on the way They say the games in trouble Help on the way I got this shit Help on the way They say the games in trouble Help on the way Don't worry bout nothin Help on the way They say the games in trouble Help on the way I got this shit Help on the way I got the game on lock Standin on top Say hello to the man who saved hip hop I got the game on lock It ain't gon Stop Say hello to the man who saved hip hop I got the game on lock Standin on top Say hello to the man who saved hip hop I got the game on lock It ain't gon stop Say hello to the man who saved hip hop To the fans and the critics, think hip hop is missing This is a lil' proof that hip hop livin' You can hear a hip hop top now, just listen Now see a hip hop walk out with 6 bitches In the ATL, see hip hop chillin' In a multimillion dollar crib hip hop building You know how many cars hip hops driven? Nigga I'm everything hip hop's missing Nigga you is everything hip hop isn't My heart and my soul, where hip hop live at To anyone whos ever said hip hops finished It can't be dead while I'm still livin in it I'm livin (and well, might I add that) They say the game in trouble Help on the way Don't worry bout nothin Help on the way They say the games in trouble Help on the way I got this shit Help on the way They say the games in trouble Help on the way Don't worry bout nothin Help on the way They say the games in trouble Help on the way I got this shit Help on the way I got the game on lock Standin on top Say hello to the man who saved hip hop I got the game on lock It ain't gon Stop Say hello to the man who saved hip hop I got the game on lock Standin on top Say hello to the man who saved hip hop I got the game on lock It ain't gon stop Say hello to the man who saved hip hop |
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| 4:36 |
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Gotta get your swagger together nigga
Get ya suits right, starch on the inside, ya dig? You don't love yourself, you can't love nobody Keep up nigga You gon need a travel agent to make these reservations. Ya man from Atlanta, way out in Cali Catch me in New York, on my way to Miami I be in Hawaii, catch me in Pari I be at home barely, I'll sleep when I'm buried What I need some sleep fa? this dough got me eager I went to Japan, made a mil in a week bra' I visit king people when they see me in London .....that time I didn't sleep fa uh... a three day maybe, see me in Haiti With Wyclef John and a selection of ladies My folk got that workin, like back in the 80's See the money what move me, conversation don't phase me Tell em why... Cause I been around the world Traveled the seven seas (I be) Poppin' bottles with celebrities (Find me) Flyin' high, smokin' better trees Girls around the world They keep calling me (they call me) Paparazzi they be following me (they all be) Hoping they can get a shot of me It's my swag They wonder what's so special about him? Why I ain't selling records like him (Tell 'em) it's my swag How he always looks so cool When everyone do what he do? (Tell 'em) It's gotta be my swag They wonder why he gotta were his hat like that When girls see him why they act like that, hey It's my swag So what's the real reason niggas love him Even though they girlfriends wanna fuck him? (I guess) It's gotta be my swag Out in the snow, wearing my raincoat See I'm getting wet and this bitch in the same boat Came in the game slow, they act like they ain't know I wasn't gonna leave, til I got what I came for I still can't complain though, long as I aim bro Came a long way, but shawty ain't nothing change though I still a in two though, don't get it confused bro Run up on me wrong, what you think I'm gon do bro Send you to ya maker, and go to Jamaica Either to Cabo, I chill in my condo My swagger is perfect, you know it ain't worth it Guarantee ya boy the earth my turf if it hurts tell 'em why... ..real estate, the realer it come I'm chasing that paper, however it come From singin' a song to moving ya by the ton You never seen a nigga getting paper so young I been to the pin, all the way to Berlin I've been to Switzerland skiing, pimp I'm goin again Ain't nothing to catch me in the south of France Caught a show smoking dro in Amsterdam Ain't nothing to fly, all the way to Dubai Same boy, St. Lucia we can try G5 to Moscow, now say I'm a lie I'ma ball like a dog til the day that I die Tell 'em why... This is impeccable pimpin' You couldn't duplicate this shit if I told you how to Y'all niggas keep up By the time you get to Puerto Rico 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 You know what I'm sayin South of France is my land, the earth is my tour |
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| 3:36 |
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Okay..
[Hook] Ain't no use in tryin to lie You know we be ridin' fly All that stuff you tryin to buy Boy you know we be twice as fly We do this I'll show you how to do this I'm probably the coolest I'll show you how to do this I'll show you how to do this shit [Verse 1 - T.I.] I got a drop on thirty's rims so purty (pretty) Shut ya lil gallardo down closed curtain Ya got a murcielago i got a mclaren for it Balla of the year I oughta win a award I got money offshore that i made off tour Cash stashed in a paper bag from a whore Some from the dro, some all blow Never go broke but I still want more Ya ain't gettin' nothing pimpin if ya ain't gettin' dough Ya got a bitch n ya wonder why she ain't gettin' low But she freakin wit fo' Shit if you was tryin to be fly i suggest try a little more nigga [Hook] Ain't no use in tryin to lie You know we be ridin' fly All that stuff you tryin to buy Boy you know we be twice as fly We do this I'll show you how to do this I'm probably the coolest I'll show you how to do this I'll show you how to do this shit [Verse 2] Who ya ever seen under thirty this fly Playa house south beach top floor its a tie And this'll never stop I'll do this shit til I die Then after that consider me a ribbon in the sky I'm G4 flyin' big boat buyin Land in miami then i sail to a island My Cali crew high in the hills I ain't lyin' Man them bitches get high in anything they tryin' I got cars I don't know about money I don't know about 3 or 4 movies get a 100K a show about 10 mil in real estate make them niggas really hate What I care about it I ain't like them niggas anyway [Hook] Ain't no use in tryin to lie You know we be ridin' fly All that stuff you tryin to buy Boy you know we be twice as fly We do this I'll show you how to do this I'm probably the coolest I'll show you how to do this I'll show you how to do this shit [Verse 3 - T.I.] I'm a fool with the bitches I talk they listen Funny thing all I gotta say is lets get it And my mouth piece sweet but my dick game vicious Plus I'm paid but they already rich they ain't trippin' She can tell I'm fly first time she ride wit me S65 who ride the 550 King worldwide God to my city Yea them other niggas say that they hard but not really Coupe super clean shut all the cars down I got 50 g's on me i'll tear the mall down Use to be in the jury in the summer home now one in Cabo one in miami think i'll go to rome now [Hook 2X] Ain't no use in tryin to lie You know we be ridin' fly All that stuff you tryin to buy Boy you know we be twice as fly We do this I'll show you how to do this I'm probably the coolest I'll show you how to do this I'll show you how to do this shit Ay Ay |
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Aye bend that ass over, and let it move back
Come kick it wit me, I'll get your groove back And give it to me Show it to me Give it to me Show it to me Give it to me Show it to me [Hook] Aye bend that ass over, and let it move back Come kick it wit me, I can help you get your groove back Aye give it to me Show it to me Now give it to me Show it to me Now give it to me Hey whatcha doin'? Give it to me Show it to me And let it wiggle 'cause I like it when you do that Come kick it wit me, I can help you get your groove back Now give it to me Show it to me Now give it to me Show it to me Just give it to me Hey whatcha doin'? Just give it to me Show it to me [T.I.] I got a whack dough flow Stacks on swole Five different hoes in Cadillac four door Niggas think they gonna attack, I got a mac on hold I'll bust ya in your stomach leave you back on the floor You see T.I. and Nelly on it, know the track gone blow Man you niggas barely pro, I don't even practice no more Aye shawty I was gettin' dough when you was rappin so-so When you barely had flow I had crack for the low You can stunt for the audience and act for the hoes Let me ask you what you gon' do when we ain't actin' no more Aye when I finish wit you you ain't even gon' be rappin' no more Aye "How he doin'?, Where he at?" somethin' they ain't askin' no more Aye picture me not bein' the main attraction no more That's all the talkin' I care to do to you back to the hoes Baby drop it back it up til you can't back it no more You show me you bout that action, I'll throw a stack on the floor [Hook] [Nelly] Aye come on in lil mama sit down pay attention You don't want to get to school, then take your ass to detention Stick my key in your ignition, I'm crankin' up your engine I'm pullin' your extensions Now we switchin' up positions Got an ill technique, in makin' ya knees weak A non-stop treat until your g-spot leak To your G4 seat, we'll be back next week so tell that lame ass nigga you got places to be So give me your participation, don't need no hesitation Don't want to be mistaken, ma I'm plannin' on relations Yea, you rollin' wit the King and the One Country niggas in the chevy passin' Grey Poupon Man, we been gettin' dough since we was way too young The record sales was the mob that'll make me a Don You see this is why I'm hot, and this is why he not so mama climb on top, and show me what you got, aye [Hook] [T.I. & Nelly] The independent ladies that can buy their own Mercedes I say That's the one, that's the one Country girls that represent, payin' they own rent holla That's the one, that's the one For the women constantly poppin' tags with the newest Louis bags yea That's the one, that's the one To all the girls who in shape, slim waist, pretty face hey That's the one, that's the one Okay Now bend that ass over |
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| 13. |
| 4:01 |
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[Chorus]
Hey don't ya wanna be high? Hey listen baby come fly with me, take a ride, get high with me. I know you wanna be high. You never wanna say bye to me, if you ever come fly with me. Hey don't ya wanna be high? Hey, listen baby, come fly with me, take ride, get high with me. I know you wanna be high. Promise you'll never say bye to me, if you ever get high with me. The bucket's on tilt, truck is on stilts I did another deal today, at least a couple mil'. No 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 ain't 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, with a Bentley and a Range. Crib on the water, eatin' meals on the plane And ya life in the sky like you lived on a plane. So much good shit to fill ya brain, If the band seem strange, I'm just sayin' [Chorus] You see me chillin' out, kickin back in the ride, With fly broad on the passenger side. Got a nice smile and immaculate eyes. Fore' she get inside, she don't 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 ain't even from the hood like that So she probably never kicked it with a cool nigga other niggas had her, Didn't know what to do with 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 ain't finna play with her. All I gotta do is spend a A with her [Chorus] Hey what it is, pretty girl, Would you like to come and kick it with a nigga for a night or two And you can take your clothes off if you like to. And it don't matter 'bout the cost if I like you I just do it shorty, I ain't 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, always ride good. Match the paint with the wheels, the trunk and the hood. You dealin' with a real nigga, get it understood. I'm still in the hood, even when in Hollywood. With my beat down low and my top let back You lookin' for a G. well you got just that Well I can be a King and you can be my princess Baby all you gotta do is say yes. [Chorus] |
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| 14. |
| 4:44 |
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[E] When we touch down
[Chorus: E = Eminem; T = T.I.] [T] In the midwest we okay E'rybody know them southern boys love that bass [E] Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, 'weesiana Mississippi, Ten-a-keys, every mufuckin state, when we touch down [T] Go right from the plane to the rave [E] When we touch down [T] On a private plane getting brains, till we [E] 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 [1st verse: T.I.] 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 [Chorus] [T] In the midwest we okay E'rybody know them southern boys love that bass [E] Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, 'weesiana Mississippi, Ten-a-keys, every mufuckin state, when we touch down [T] Go right from the plane to the rave [E] When we touch down [T] On a private plane getting brains, till we [E] 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 [2nd verse: Eminem] 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 [Chorus] [T] In the midwest we okay E'rybody know them southern boys love that bass [E] Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, 'weesiana Mississippi, Ten-a-keys, every mufuckin state, when we touch down [T] Go right from the plane to the rave [E] When we touch down [T] On a private plane getting brains, till we [E] 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 [3rd verse: T.I.] 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 You can tell how they yelling and screaming and waiting for me when I touch down [Chorus] [T] In the midwest we okay E'rybody know them southern boys love that bass [E] Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, 'weesiana Mississippi, Ten-a-keys, every mufuckin state, when we touch down [T] Go right from the plane to the rave [E] When we touch down [T] On a private plane getting brains, till we [E] 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 |
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[Intro]
Ay Ay Ay Ay for as long as i remember, i've been tellin yall man to pull these nigga resumes.. you better check up on these nigga.. these niggas be lyin man.. these niggas aint really kickin this shit they be tellin yall man.. they wanna see yall get fucked up right there man.. keep ya eyes on me nigga dont believe what these niggas tell ya man (I'm tryna tell you patna) [Chorus] Ya niggas ain't cool what they rap about These niggas ain't do Hear em say it but it really ain't true Ya niggas ain't true Ya niggas ain't really Talkin to em Dont be no fool you better take ya ass to school Cause these niggas ain't G's Gangsta's somethin these niggas cant be What you expect these niggas ain't me Ya niggas ain't rich Ya niggas ain't really gettin bricks Its official man ya niggas ain't shit TELL EM I SAID THAT! [Verse 1] He nigga lying everytime you hear rhymin He dont talk about they diamonds N how they be out there shinin For the wrap Hey were trappin Tell yall they be at there grindin And i know they aint about that action Im tellin ya ima ride em They prolly try to come in the hood N' sell weed Think Its all good untill they run into some real G's Holla tell us where it is And i promise we'll leave Hesitate to sayin boy them lamma well 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 n some tats came up with a look Went and made it here Workin talk tough in a bull Fuck the image and perception they never tough as they look They some mutha fucking suckers put it on wherever Any real nigga know better man these niggas [Chorus] Ya niggas ain't cool what they rap about These niggas ain't do Hear em say it but it really ain't true Ya niggas ain't true Ya niggas ain't really Talkin to em Dont be no fool you better take ya ass to school Cause these niggas ain't G's Gangsta's somethin these niggas cant be What you expect these niggas ain't me Ya niggas ain't rich Ya niggas ain't really gettin bricks Its official man ya niggas ain't shit TELL EM I SAID THAT! [Verse 2] Ya cant tell Them niggas aint surely Get caught with a nigga gon' tell Them nigga dont sell This ya g aint gotta put it on a scale He ask you if it weigh enough just tell em YEAHH Ya nigga just yell Pull the pistol them nigga gon bail If he got a pistol bet he dont spray it They dont wanna go to jail And they aint no hell be walkin on shells Gladiator school is you prepared I can see these niggas scared Gotta problem wit me nigga just say it We can play it how you want to play it Better go head 40 pistols will be aimed at yo head All the way down and where yo gold leg jean really on the edge jean aint under suspicion of the feds u just tellin them u is as stead ya never bought us head what ya get behind the mic and just said the people already know i must say it! [Chorus] Ya niggas ain't cool what they rap about These niggas ain't do Hear em say it but it really ain't true Ya niggas ain't true Ya niggas ain't really Talkin to em Dont be no fool you better take ya ass to school Cause these niggas ain't G's Gangsta's somethin these niggas cant be What you expect these niggas ain't me Ya niggas ain't rich Ya niggas ain't really gettin bricks Its official man ya niggas ain't shit TELL EM I SAID THAT! [Verse 3] Ya damn right These niggas dont have rights To rap about the shit i did every night Did u win every fight You ever went to jail for sellin white May barbick and trap same night Yo know these niggas light right Im speakin on it cause it aint right Nigga died i survived by the nerve my strife Went to jail came home Twenty times got it right But still tryin keep for shootin sucker niggas i dont like Cause the game feel like the real niggas on strike This sucker get a deal now he livin so shy Ya niggas outta sight actin hard lyin on they record Know it when you see recognize it dont respect it Got every right ta check em when you see em in ya city Run up on em and try em bet you see that they some bitches Niggas tell you what they want you to hear Dont tell me real recognize real eventually they'll see [Chorus] Ya niggas ain't cool what they rap about These niggas ain't do Hear em say it but it really ain't true Ya niggas ain't true Ya niggas ain't really Talkin to em Dont be no fool you better take ya ass to school Cause these niggas ain't G's Gangsta's somethin these niggas cant be What you expect these niggas ain't me Ya niggas ain't rich Ya niggas ain't really gettin bricks Its official man ya niggas ain't shit TELL EM I SAID THAT! Ay Ay Ay Ay Down Down Down <i>[fades until song ends] |
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| 4:29 |
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[Chorus]
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 [T.I.] 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. [Chorus] 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 [T.I.] You think you been pulling gats fussing cussing 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. [Chorus] 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 |
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| 18. |
| 4:50 |
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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 respect you then come here until they left you alone, He thought 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' pose, 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, ?? deja need me, 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, Just remember me right |
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