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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
(2Pac Talking)
Shit, I'm a changed man Hey turn the lights up Still ballin', 2Pac up in this bitch You know how we swing this shit Look: (Verse 1: 2pac) By age 16 I sold to dope fiends Not a drug dealer but I watched them closely Until they noticed me I got the feds wondering who broke the law Fuck too inhibited for gun smoke I broke his jaw Words harder than a fucking diamond Mobile phone call to Simon, niggas trippin' homie, when we riding? Fuck 'em slowly like Jodeci I'd stick a needle in my eye If I don't live and die for M.O.B And fuck your homeboys nigga we can drop the guns I hit your block and we can box for fun Nigga one on one Last to fall is a baller cat It's Death Row why the fuck u think we call it that? So if u knew me in my past life Don't act like we homeboys Ain't no love in the fast life I switch gears on them jealous bitches Who do you fear? The game plan of a changed man So what I'm saying is .. (Chorus) I changed gears but I'm still the same old ridah (Fucking with a changed man) I slang a new dope to the world but the people still buy it up (Nigga you fucking with a changed man) All my real thug niggas go and get your hands up now, your gonna flip your hands up (Fucking with a changed man) Changed man, you dealing with a changed man (Hey, eh, eh, hey, eh) (Verse 2) In drop top Glock cocked Got rocks in ma socks Cops spot Watt niggas But hard to stop niggas Not if the gat niggas Doughboys and hot niggas Who might have shot niggas But only by strolling Out for respect Now days they expect me to be in a Ferrari or the old Lexus But anything you see flashin past and can't tell That's me Gauge on the Escalade back seat Don't creep But what u think T.I. be in them suites? But don't sleep Get u hit from your head to feet Hey u don't know me I'm fittin' to introduce you to the old me You walk in, explode it and leave reload You don't like a record nigga - buck you, blow But you will respect me Or get it in your neck piece chief No grief nigga still gonna let me be Or get your insides exposed to the streets, nigga (Chorus) I changed plans but I'm still the same old ridah (Your fucking with a changed man) Slanging new dope to the world but the people still buy it up (Nigga you fucking with a changed man) All my real thug niggas go and get your hands up now, your gonna flip your hands up (Fucking with a changed man) Changed man, you dealing with a changed man (Verse 3: 2Pac) A niggas so cold when I flow Bow down to death row Three wheel motion Coming through coasting Who's that nigga in the g-ride Screaming out m.o.b Nigga we ride I hit the charts like a stick up kid Number one in the nation I fucked the world The judge gave me probation Faced with incarceration Move tapes like it's big weights Slanging to the whole nation Give me mine or I'm blastin'; On every song Murder my enemies I'm mashing until I'm gone One love to my thug niggas And fuck a bitch cause a truce is to love niggas Throw your hands in the air close your eyes and hope You ever come against a mass of smoke On Death Row My adversaries bleed But fuck em all 'till the talk cease Fucking with a changed man (Chorus) I changed plans but I'm still the same old ridah (You fucking with a changed man) Slanging new dope to the world but the people still buy it up (Nigga you fucking with a changed man) All my real thug niggas go and get your hands up now, your gonna flip your hands up (Fucking with a changed man) Changed man, you dealing with a changed man (2Pac Talking) (over chorus) haha, everybody think they understand a nigga shit u niggas don't know me ya'll know that nigga on the rap songs ya'll know that nigga in the movies you don't know this nigga in 3d the real live right up against u in front of your face....(shit) westside outlaw immortals (hahaha) nigga you fucking with a changed man (hahaha) you fucking with a changed man (hahaha) I ain't the same, you fucking with a changed man we ain't the same, you fucking with a changed man we ain't the same, fucking with a changed man changed man ... |
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from Ciara - Goodies (2004)
My Goodies, My Goodies
My Goodies, Not my goodies! I got a sick reputation for handlin broads All I need is me a few seconds or more And in my rap Tell valet to bring my `Lac And I ain`t comin back So you can put a car right there I`m the truth And ain`t got nothin` to prove An you can ask anybody Cuz they seen me do it Barracades, I run right through `em I`m used to `em Throw all the dirt you want it`s no use You still won`t have a pinup in a fabulous room On her back pickin` out baskets of fruit (I love you boo) Yeah freak and Petey love you too Ha Ha You know how I do.. You may look at me and think that I`m Just a young girl But I`m not just a young girl Baby this is what I`m lookin` for Sexy, independent, down to spend it type that`s gettin` his dough l`m not bein too dramatic that`s the way I gotta have it I bet you want the goodies Bet you thought about it Got you all hot and bothered Mayb` cuz I talk about it Lookin for the goodies Keep on lookin` cuz they stay in the jar Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Just because you drive a Benz I`m not goin home with you You won`t get no nookie or the cookies I`m no rookie. And still I`m Sexy, independent I ain`t wit` it so you already know I`m not bein too dramatic that`s the way I gotta have it You think you`re slick Tryna hit But I`m not dumb I`m not bein too dramatic it`s just how I gotta have it I bet you want the goodies Bet you thought about it Got you all hot and bothered Mayb` cuz I talk about it Lookin for the goodies Keep on lookin` cuz they stay in the jar Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh So damn hot but so young Still got milk on ya tongue Slow down lil one And you ain`t got it all Hey shawty You think you bad but you ain`t bad I`ll show you what bad is Bad is when you capable of beatin the baddest I been workin at it since I came to this planet And I ain`t quite there yet but I`m gettin` better at it Matter of fact Lemme tell it to you one mo` again All I got to do is tell a girl who I am (Petey!) Ain`t naa chick in here dat I can`t have Bada boom bada bam ba bam! You`re insinuating that I`m hot But these goodies boy are not Just for any of the many men that`s tryna get on top No you can`t call me later And I don`t want your number I`m not changin` stories Just respect the play I`m callin` I bet you want the goodies Bet you thought about it Got you all hot and bothered Mayb` cuz I talk about it Lookin for the goodies Keep on lookin` cuz they stay in the jar Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh I bet you want the goodies Bet you thought about it Got you all hot and bothered Mayb` cuz I talk about it Lookin for the goodies Keep on lookin` cuz they stay in the jar Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Uh Yeah Uh Yeah Uh Uh Uh - |
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from T.I. - Urban Legend: Grand Hustle (2004)
[Intro]
And in case you forgot, I'm the kinggggggg Yea, Yea,.....Aye, Aye, Aye,..Aye Who I'm is nigga (I'm the kinggggg) T.I.P., Atlanta's own king of the south shawty (I'm the kinggggg) Yea, Yea, Yeahhhh..Better keep my name out ya mouth shawty (I'm the kinggg) Yeah, PSC nigga, Aye, Aye [Verse 1] All hail Atlanta's own, owner of Atlanta's throne If he ain't want no trouble he just shoulda left the man alone This the scene shown and evident Atlantas known The king's been the one representing all of Atlantas zones Back when niggas been representing Atlanta wrong Every shot he got, he put the hoods of Atlanta on The big screen, then hit every trap and traveled on Past, present to Texas to Alambama strong Down in Miami, up to Louisiana homes, From the Carolinas, Virginia, to David Banner's home I'm well connected haters, best to mind ya manners homes I got a nickel-plated 38, but hey the hammer chrome And it shine like ya should set the phatom on In it see me riding, getting blown like a saxphone Hey shawty spitting shit it takes to put a candle on If I ain't on ya tube dude, you must got ya channel wrong [Chorus] I'm the king of the south, theres is none flyer Sucker MC's outta call me sire, ya songs ok, but I'm on fire 24 inches on my rims and tires I'm the king of the south, there is none flyer Sucker MC's outta call me sire, you was on top But I pass right by ya, I will not stop, I won't retire [Verse 2] I came, I saw, I conquered (ok) with no big names No fame, no celebrity sponsors Just the game and a flow that was bonkers Nigga front if ya wanna, I dead niggas like the bitches from "Monster" Now you been told, so don't say I ain't warn ya and don't Let it alarm ya, when ya leaking, and the reapers upon ya See dopeman and I'm creepin upon ya, say that I ain't the king But you just sour, you ain't think of it aren't ya All the hating, is no time to respond to, I miss tryin to conjure up A way to get experience and launder, hey I thought ya record company Con ya in to signing a deal shy of a mill cause they really ain't want ya Moving yay, it's safe to say that they own ta ya So it's time to move on to real estate, and get cake selling bigger stakes I'm king of the south now, but theres fifty states Cause I'ma spread out and I'll eliminate who in the way I'm 24 today, give to I'm 28 I'll be ruler of all that I survey and not just in the state See I bend just to win, but I ain't finna break Most you niggas fake, and I'll say it in ya face [Chorus] |
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from T.I. - Urban Legend: Grand Hustle (2004)
Better get on ya job, tell 'em, "Haters get on ya job, nigga" (Motivation)
Nigga, get on ya job, tell 'em, "Haters get on ya job, nigga" (Motivation) Haters better get on ya job, tell 'em, "Haters get on ya job, nigga" (It's motivation) Sucka nigga, get on ya job, if ya hatin,' get on ya job, nigga You can look me in my eyes, see I'm ready for whatever Anythang don't kill me make me better I ain't dead, nigga, you can take the fame and the cheddar Any game, any deal, I'm still a go-getter Take my freedom for the moment but it ain't forever I got the spirit of a god, heart of a dope dealer I'm a king, seen hangin' with some cold killas I ain't never back down or ran from no nigga I ain't sat down yet, pimp, standin' gorilla Even if I'm all alone or standin' four niggas Tell 'em jump, pimpin' it don't get no realer 5'9" with the soul of a 6'4" nigga I separated the fakes paralyzed from the waist down From the real stand-up guys of the A-Town Can't even look me in my eyes, put ya face down I'm outta jail, nigga, what you gotta say now? Motivation Niggas' fakin' only gonna inspire (Motivation) All ya hatin' is fuelin' my fire (It's motivation) Niggas plottin' on the crown soft droppin' (It's motivation) Hey but I ain't slowin' down and I ain't stoppin' (Motivation) Now nigga, don't stop my show (Motivation) You ain't know? I don't stop, I grow (It's motivation) Sucka niggas can't make me suffer Just make me stronger and make me tougher (Ay, ay, ay, ay, it's motivation) Me locked in a box, niggas happy to see Put anybody on top, any rapper but T.I.P. But back to reality G, ...O.D. still carryin' me, nigga I run this Spread ya rumors, kick all ya li'l dumb shit Tell lies, laugh 'bout the time that I'm gon' get If it make you feel better, picture me over and done with Punk bitch, come with all the gossip you can come with Small thang to a giant, I can overcome this Jail, out and done this, rap I'm just havin' fun with I could be a local joker, never have one hit Nigga, New Finish alone'll get me dumb rich Why these rappers sellin' records, gettin' pennies? If Grand Hustle sell any, I'ma get plenty If God with me, who could be against me, sucka? Can't make me suffer, just make me tougher Motivation Niggas' fakin' only gonna inspire (Motivation) All ya hatin' is fuelin' my fire (It's motivation) Niggas plottin' on the crown soft droppin' (It's motivation) Hey but I ain't slowin' down and I ain't stoppin' (Motivation) Now nigga, don't stop my show (Motivation) You ain't know? I don't stop, I grow (It's motivation) Sucka niggas can't make me suffer Just make me stronger and make me tougher (Ay, ay, ay, ay, it's motivation) Better get on ya job, tell 'em, "Haters get on ya job, nigga" (Motivation) Nigga, get on ya job, tell 'em, "Haters get on ya job, nigga" (Motivation) Haters better get on ya job, tell 'em, "Haters get on ya job, nigga" (It's motivation) Sucka nigga, get on ya job, if ya hatin,' get on ya job, nigga Motivation Niggas' fakin' only gonna inspire (Motivation) All ya hatin' is fuelin' my fire (It's motivation) Niggas plottin' on the crown soft droppin' (It's motivation) Hey but I ain't slowin' down and I ain't stoppin' (Motivation) Now nigga, don't stop my show (Motivation) You ain't know? I don't stop, I grow (It's motivation) Sucka niggas can't make me suffer Just make me stronger and make me tougher (Ay, ay, ay, ay, it's motivation) |
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from T.I. - Urban Legend: Grand Hustle (2004)
You might see me in the street
But nigga you don't know me When ya holla on the street Rememba you don't know me Save all the hatin and the poppin nigga you don't know me Quit tellin niggas you my partna Nigga you don't know me Don't be a groupie keep it movin Nigga you don't know me Hey I ain't trippin pimp the truth is Really you don't know me Ya you know they call me T.I. But you don't know me You be hatin and I see why Cuz you don't know me I think its time i made a song fo niggas who don't know me I graduated out the streets, Ima real OG I been trappin shootin pistols since I stood 4 feet So all you niggas actin bad, you gon have to show me You gone make me bring da chevy to a real slow creep My niggas hangin out the window, mouth fulla gold teeth When the guns start poppin, wonder when its gonna cease choppa hitchu on the side and create a slow leak We can end the speculation cuz today we gone see What's the future of a pussy nigga hatin on me i giva fuck about the feds investigation on me I don't care they at my shows and they waitin on me Ima keep a flossin poppin long as Toomp is on the beat Tell police that I ain't stoppin Ima keep it in the streets Contrary to yo believes, im as real as you can be Fuck yo thoughts and yo feelings nigga you don't know me. [Chorus] Hey once again let me remind you nigga you don't know me So don't be walkin up and askin whats the deal ona key. I don't know if you wearin wires you could be the police If I was slangin dope you couldnt get an OZ See me at the PSC follow thru and tha show deep police holdin up the door, cuz they know we tote heat I just wanna wrap a C, blowin dro ina fleet Only hittin bout a dozen different bitches ina week I just wanna chill with Kuntry and his daddy Freddy G Ballin out @ anytime, hit every store and spend a G Wanna ball in the Bahamas curtousy of KT MacBoney gotta Mill. as well as a dolla DP Ak house on the hill right next to JG Everyweek meet there for lunch, restaurant and eat free Get inda paid Lil Craig an G That's the only shot we got at gettin Cap back on the streets [Chorus] You see a nigga hatin on a G Ask em what's it gonna be Whatcha lookin at, pussy nigga you don't know me At the club, in the streets Or where ever we should meet It's choppas choppin pistols poppin nigga you don't know me [2x] [Chorus] Grand Hustlin' Pimp Urban Legends Comin Soon The wait is over hommie PSC Pimpin You don't know me dawg... |
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from T.I. - Urban Legend: Grand Hustle (2004)
ASAP ASAP ASAP
ASAP ASAP ASAP You niggas better exit ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP A-S-A-P A-S-A-P ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP A-S-A-P A-S-A-P ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP A-S-A-P A-S-A-P I'm on my grind, Grand Hustle, got the mind and the muscle 50 carats in the crown just to shine on you suckers Still tote the Glock .40 for the haters and the busters Fuck probation, if a nigga try to play me, I'ma bust 'im I don't need no security reachin' for my jewelry Get ya niggas popped quick, filled full of hot shit Fresh out the box, Tip hopped in a drop 6 Made a quarter mil in the pen gettin' stock tips Haters wanna stop Tip, mad 'cause they not Tip Ball every summer so ya baby mama jock Tip You don't want no drama, pimp, I promise I do not slip Chrome .45th hid well if the cops trip Bought my girl a Hummer with the chrome right in front of that Five carat stones with the platinum all up under that Rap beef, I ain't gonna participate in none of that I'm aimin' at yo fitted cap and you ain't gonna want none of that A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow 'im off the map ASAP Ask anybody who runnin' A.G., bet they finna say me ASAP Niggas hatin' on P$C get straightened ASAP A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow 'im off the map ASAP I know a lot of rappers don't like me, but they won't fight me Feds swear I sell dope, well why they won't indict me? Advances on the throne I ain't never taken lightly But all that tongue wrestlin' hatin' while I'm gone don't excite me How many rappers you know that can hold they own in Rice Street? Any steady talkin' on the cell phone nightly? In normal population, half the jail just like me Polices think I'm crazy, scared a nigga gone strike me Contrarily, a nigga tryin' me is unlikely They barkin don't bother me, I be bombin' 'fore they bite me They just shocked to see my rap's exactly how my life be Shiesty with a conversation quite pricey My fists so rocky and my wrist so icy Might be thrown off my rocker just slightly Feisty, flamin' hot temper don't ignite me I'm only gonna ask you "find the exit" once politely A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow 'im off the map ASAP Ask anybody who runnin' A.G., bet they finna say me ASAP Niggas hatin' on P$C get straightened ASAP A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow 'im off the map ASAP What up, say hello to the man of the people My plan is to keep you at least two levels under me where I need you I'ma take advantage of my chance to defeat you Ya true colors done shown, now it's on when I see you I'm grown, nigga, so let it be known we ain't equal You're sadly mistaken if you thinkin' I cant reach you Beat you to a fucking pulp if I need to The very spot you standin' in then is where I'll leave you Seen on the scene, white tees and Evisus O.G. status, I don't beef unless I need to Sissy you way outta line and you runnin' outta time Hang behind closed doors when you heard I got some time Yeah, I know you were thinkin' "out of sight and out of mind" But I'm the wrong one for you to try if you were tryin' to shine Listen, nigga, this shit here is more than just a lot of rhymes I don't know what you do for your respect, but I'ma die for mine A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow 'im off the map ASAP Ask anybody who runnin' A.G., bet they finna say me ASAP Niggas hatin' on P$C get straightened ASAP A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow 'im off the map ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP A-S-A-P A-S-A-P ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP A-S-A-P A-S-A-P |
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from T.I. - Urban Legend: Grand Hustle (2004)
[T.I. Talking]
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 [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] Niggaz mad cause I got it like this Gold on my wrist hoes on my dick, my dick But I could give a f**k 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3] 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 And when a nigga die I'm gone be bankhead dead [Chorus] |
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from T.I. - Urban Legend: Grand Hustle (2004)
Ay, I wanna see you dance like them girls in that Tip Drill video... (ay, ay, ay...)
[Intro] (T.I.) Ay, let me see you get loose Get loose, get loose, get loose Ay,shawty, you can get loose Get loose, get loose [Chorus] Ay shawty, bust it open for me Let me see you get loose If you really wanna show me that you love me, get loose No Grey Goose, if you don't get loose Get up out the coupe if you won't get loose Bend it over, reach for yo toe, get loose Hold on to the pole, drop it low and get loose No x-o if you don't wanna get loose No more dro unless you gonna get loose [Verse 1] (T.I.) My potnas in the club and we chillin' to the max Poppin' bottles, blowin' money, we ain't learn how to act All in the V.I.P. spendin' four or five stacks You can tell it's T.I.P. from how I bend my hat Send the waitress to the bar but she comin' right back Bet a shot of x-o'll get you on the right track You got yo girl with you, better hold her hand, I'm a mack on attack Turn yo head and she bound to get snatched Give the dick to her once, get her hooked like crack Takin' cum in the face, yea I like it like that Holdin' on to her waist while I hit it from the back If she come wit *Pussy Popper* she ain't never comin' back Rough sex, talkin' dirty, yea she into all that Gotta movie that'll prove that what I'm sayin' is all fact Bra and panties all black and some real tall stacks Suckin' titties, eatin' cat, shawty off the meat rack [Chorus] - repeat [Verse 2] (Nelly) Let me see you drop it down, get that eagle on girl Ain't no fuckin' way I'm leavin' here alone girl Money ain't a thang to the uncut king Baby, I can make a mill if I rap or if I sing Done tryina ball ma, I own a damn team Even wit' a nuse nigga, still can't hang Let me tell you who I'm is Lunatic mayne, straight up out the heart land Nine on my right, ten more karats on my other hand In different colors mayne, worth a couple hundred grand Damn mama, how you do that there? How yo waist stay still but you move that there Ain't got a clue right there Seen a lotta ass poppin', but that's new right there You invited to the house ma, you and yo crew right there Check it, okay let's have some fun I got four G's and 5 five G's in one [Chorus] - repeat [Verse 3] You ready to get loose, shawty, better be Sittin' on them leather seats If not, pat yo feet on the concrete merely Freak by choice, not force, I would never be Charged with a rape, if she say no, I'ma let her be Why should I let that worry me? Too many bitches cherish me Pimp til I die, be a playa til they bary me Renegade, I'ma keep it pimpin', I ain't finna play Anyway, I can hit the baddest bitches anyday I done slept with the best, I ain't gotta flex Got yo girl stretched out, pullin' up her dress Checkin' out her spread and I am impressed G-strings right in the middle of them wet Her girlfriends with her and all of them next I passed them a bottle, gave all of them X Head *Pussy Popper*, so all them expect The best sex, and that's what all of them get [Chorus] - repeat [Jazze Pha talking] Woooo weeee Ladies and gentleman This is a Jazze Phinzell, producshinzell T.I., Nelly Nell, Phizzle Phizzle.. Grand Hustle, Sho Nuff Get loose |
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from T.I. - Urban Legend: Grand Hustle (2004)
(Talking)
Yeah..Yeah..Ya'll already know what it is, pimp T.I.P., king of the motherfuckin south BGizzzy, lets do it homie Grand Hustle, pimp, Chopper City in here Got my nigga Blok, in this bitch Eastside represent....Westside Bankhead nigga, it is on, what A-town nigga, you know what it is, on through Mechanicville Snow Hill nigga, Pittsburgh, all my real niggas ride out with me Ya'll know what's happening, PSC nigga... [T.I] I can give you what you want (want), T.I.P. the hottest (hottest) Game withcha ya need, I can tell ya all about it You can come up in the streets, but it ain't no gettin out it When I tell ya I'm a "G", pimp, I'm really being modest I can tell ya bout the dope boyz, hoes, and the ballers The pimps and the macks, real niggas wouldn't call us Hanging in the traps, cause that's what our daddy taught us From 30's on the 'lac, to a benz on broddas Standin' on the corners, slingin crack and stacking dollars Til it's time to cop a brick, and I'm tired of moving quarters My daddy won't a doctor and my momma won't a lawyer I ain't never had shit, congradulations is in order Tryin to get a mill for my sons and my daughters If I caught a bad bitch with connections down in Florida Said her daddy and her uncle, still gettin cross the water I'm richer now, I'd be a motherfuckin fool, if I don't call her (chorus) What it is my nigga, what it do (what it do) I got a brick or two, I'm finna to buss a move (buss a move) What it is my nigga, what it do (what it do) I got a tool and I'm finna cut the fool What it do, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do My nigga, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do What it do, what it do my nigga, what it do [BG] I'm a H-U-S-T-L-E-R If I don't know you, then fuck ya, If I know ya, I front ya (Propper) But ya 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 five dollars, sell'em ten dollars a pill I know people, get ki's for thirteen If I fuck with ya, then get'em for sixteen I know people, get'em three hundred a pound Give'em to ya for five hundred if you my round I'm a hustler, holla at me uptowm I'm well connected with weed, white, tan and brown Come see a nigga, want a nice sixteen You real, we swap work, you fake, it's twenty g's It's like that, I dun been through the struggle I'm running Chopper City, and fucking with Grand Hustle (chorus) [T.I] 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 Now you can...hear it from these niggas, who hardly was there Or take it from niggas, who fought, and make it a scar to get here Several years ago, I told myself that I solemnly swear Forever be hard to kill, even harder to scare One reason why me and the other cats is hard to compare Cause I'm fact, that's fiction, it hardly compares Being hated, part of the game,yes it's hard but it's fair Well I'ma be the best hating nigga, see if I care But just know, I'm raising the bar and I'm keeping it there And I'ma still ride clean, throwing weed in the air With two or three 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 Ya whole show shut down, if the "Don" appears (chorus) |
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from T.I. - Urban Legend: Grand Hustle (2004)
(feat. Mannie Fresh)
[Verse 1] 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 [Hook {Mannie Fresh & TIP}] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Hook {Mannie Fresh & TIP}] 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 [Verse 3] A smooth attitude enable me to ball outrageous Nigga fuck you paid me, I'm all outta 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 outdo me [Hook {Mannie Fresh & TIP}] 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 |
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from T.I. - Urban Legend: Grand Hustle (2004)
(Talking)
As you can see the O.G.'s from Grand Hustle Done laid it down again (T.I.P. shawty) A man, this for all my homegirls that like to see a baller do his thing (Get Ya shit Together..come on) All the 8's, 9's, and dimes..I like to welcome ya'll to the best time of ya life..ya understand that All the stones are real and its chrome on all the wheels..ya know Anything less is uncivilized [T.I] Aye, I pull up to the club, lift both doors up Hopped out clean and ya hoes choose us Walked in the door make the show hold up Cause my neck and my bracelet was so froze up The kind of stones bitches wanna see close up So we dont approach them, they comin' and approach us (yeah) Roll the dro up then go post up Look down cause that's where its gonna go, sho nuff In the V.I.P. and all eyes on us Hoes chill, poppin' pills, blowing dro no duff Whatcha say you got a man, so what I don'y know him, and baby he don't know her I got a new phatom and my own chaffeur Ya think ya finna be thinking bout him, no sir (haha) Probably prefer to tell ya man goodnight And she don't wanna know what the good life look like (chorus: Lil Kim) If you aint getting money goodnight I know what a broke nigga look like When you riding in your wheels, get ya shit together Boy, then diamonds aint real, get ya shit together (T.I) Now we can ball seven days, six nights If that head and that pussy get right And match ya panties with ya bras, get ya shit together Come get your hair and nails done, get ya shit together [T.I] Hey, I'm off the scene with Louis the 13th Chains swing to my jeans, and my T-shirt clean In caee you been reasearching, I'm the King With a style as mean as the earth seems Chest on ice, and my wrist on gleam 30 karats in the ring, money ain't no thing You think I'm playin', but I ain't joking The dro king, if it ain't purple, I ain't smoking Rubberband bank rolls, 50 thousand dollar cheddar knots Try to shine, is you out your mind, boy you better not I walk around with more money than you ever got Shrewd attitude like I never had to sell a rock Shawty I can get you in whatever spot Backstage, front row, what I got to front for I'm getting bored, don't even know what I stunt for Got a lotta rides, what it hurts to cope one more (chorus) [T.I] To all my hot girls, if you wanna come chill Lets roll on chrome wheels, let me tell you what it is We finna throw a little party at the crib Where the floors tricked out and the rooms like iiillllll The basements cool, but the pools unreal Where that millionaire lives, shit remains concealled So pop a pill, put on your blindfold I'm hitting the dance floor, and grab eighty-nine more Let'em know we on the way, where they been trying to go I knew I had'em when they asked me "What kind of diamonds are those" Headed to the spot, pouring double shots of XO Play the "Love Below", ane watch'em undress slow Flicks on the flat screen, make'em want to "get low" And spit shine this dick of mine until it gets swole When they kick it with the king, they don't wanna let go So whatcha gonna tell a nigga, when he tells ya "Let's Go" (chorus) |
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from T.I. - Urban Legend: Grand Hustle (2004)
[T.I.] Hey! Hey! Hey!
[Chorus - Pharrell Williams] w/ T.I. ad-libs (But she's a freak though) She got angel eyes, wit the baby face (But she's a freak though) I want my momma and daddy to meet her Maybe have my name (But she's a freak though) They keep talking about you Because they - can't keep up with your pace You're my - super freak! super freak! You're my - super freak! [Verse - T.I.] My momma taught me, everything fine ain't the finest And everything that shine ain't a diamond They say that change come wit time and I'm finding That most bitches take your kindness for blindness Yeah it feel good laying her beside you Diggin deep, ol' nine up beside you But we can't kick out in public, gotta hide you Cause all my partnaz in the hood done tried you It's true that you can't turn a hoe into a house wife Well listen shorty maybe I don't want a house wife They say that you a freak I'm thinking that they bout right Because that pussy's so good and your mouth tight A pretty face, slim waist, and her stout nice Juicy ass that them niggaz in the south like She super sexy, got a nigga thinking bout a wife Wearing all white, being wit her for life [Chorus] [Verse - T.I.] The main thing making niggaz judge you Is the same thing that make me wanna love you From the smell of ya hair, I wanna hug you To the way you yell "give it to me" when I fuck you Plus you ain't tripping off a nigga cause he thuggin That's why I'm twice as happy as relationships that wasn't But my partna say you trickin wit his cousin But nevermind, I don't listen they be buggin They find it hard to understand how could T.I.P. love This girl, when her man is out at strip clubs Maybe cause T.I.P. girls leaving wit girls And in the morning they'll be waking up with six girls They don't know we more like homies when we pick girls Why you worried bout it, he ain't gotta make you his girl Fuck what he think about you, I think you the shit girl Make me wanna bring another kid in the world [Chorus] [Verse - T.I.] Now I been told every nigga in the streets know She ain't nothing but a freak ho But when I look in her pretty eyes, I don't see it though Now she done showed me some shit that I ain't seen before But what we do behind closed doors is for me to know All in all I've decided I'm a keep her though I'm a fucking grown man, what I'm creeping for? Just try me by the four, that's what I'm toting heaters for I'd die by that for her a real good reason though That's how I feel, let my partnaz and my momma know Keep it real, all the disrespect has got to go I disrespect, she is selfish, she don't hide it Though she may have been a tad misguided All she need is a little affection, a lot of direction A nigga wit a constant erection And I done wasted plenty time contemplating second guessing Procrastinating, I wanna buy a ring and pop the question [Chorus] |
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from T.I. - Urban Legend: Grand Hustle (2004)
[Chorus:]
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 muthafucker), One run You done when I see (see) you (you) (ay) [Verse 1:] 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 [Chorus (2x):] 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) [Verse 2:] 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 [Chorus (2x)] [Verse 3:] 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 And all they sayin is young nigga get paid [Chorus (4x)] |
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from T.I. - Urban Legend: Grand Hustle (2004)
(Intro: Jay Z sample)
(Bring 'em out, Its hard to yell when the barrels in ya mouth) Swizzie! (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye! (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) T.I. (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye! (Verse 1) TIP comin live from the VIP, heard the night life lost life when I leave Both the Feds and the State wanna see my need The whole city got bizzerk he got treat Anotha nigga got a hit but shawty he not me Who set the city on fire as soon as he got freed Da king back now hoes don't even know how to act now Hit the club stippers gettin naked 'fore I sat down Still ballin money stack taller than Shaq now Still push a button to let the roof on the 'Lac down I'm on the road doin shows puttin my mack down Mississippi to Philly Albuquerque to Chatt Town (Hook) I got the crowd yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye, all my hotgirls yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye, all the Dope Boyz yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye, from the back they yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) (Verse 2) Once again what other rap nigga hooder than this I got rich and I'm still on some hoolagin shit You be rappin bout blow I was movin the shit You talkin bout shootin out and I was doin the shit If I hit you in the face you gon be suin and shit And if I catch anotha case I know I'm true to be missed So I'ma keep it cool head stay out of the news Headlines and shows other rappers its bedtime (bedtime) It's clear to see that I'm ahead of my time I copped a chromed out hard top Carrerra to shine I got some time, it ain't shit cause I get better wit time Who got a flow and a live show better than mine (Hook) I got a packed house yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye, all my hotgirls yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye, all the Dope Boyz yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye, from the back they yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) (Verse 3) Mic check 1-2 1-2, you wanna beef wit the king what is you gon do Will you show up on the scene wit 2 guns drew Or you and ya friend and play a little two on two If you knew half of what I knew then you'll be hittin the deck Got a tool and a vest I can get some respect I'ma make it hard for a sucka nigga to flex Sho 'em this ain't the squad for a nigga to test Pimp my nutz too large and we way too fresh Work well wit Nines AK's and Techs And quick to check a lame like a game of chess You want beef you can bring ya best and we'll be standin.. (Hook - 2X) In ya front yard yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye all my hot girls yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye, all the Dope Boyz yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye, from the back they yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) (Break - 2X) Hands... In Da... Air... Now! Hands... In Da... Air... Now! Hands hands in the in the air air now! Hands... In Da... Air... Now! (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out + ad libs to the end of the track) |
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from T.I. - Urban Legend: Grand Hustle (2004)
Look girl you sexy as you wanna be
But you just a wanna be I can't help ya I don't love ya I just met ya I might shove ya Will I plug ya to some niggas that'll drop some change in yo purse Hoe what I look like I ain't no trick bitch you gone chose big pimpin first On God's green earth I shall not hurt For money food shelter or work Louie, Henny, Remy, or Urp Chicken, dimes, hoes in skirts Im in my truck smokin purt Tryna see how many flirt Ridin round the A.T.L. on the baddest bitch search Yeah I did a concert but I don't wanna talk about it You say like that freaky shit well freaky bitch be about it Or candy truck you jumped bitch you can jump up out it I ain't yo man so I ain't gone shout wit ya I'm headed to yo crib and its straight lights out wit cha [Chorus (2x)] Hey we the hype now the limelight is ours now Broads comin at us like they wanna fuck us right now [2x] Sexy, Goregous, Beautiful Would you do something real freaky tonight Now call me Bruce Lee or that pimp I got that glow I'm limelight How can life go wrong when I got a brainiac that swallows pipe She roam the streets like its halloween so tricks can trick or treat all night My pimpin keep them hoes hooked like I had them jays on that white Ridin out in a Hummer which I call a lunch box Standin on 26s which I call em hightops Candy red paint on that yeah that thang a cherry pop All peanut butter seats always leather never cloth Hoe you couldn't wipe my pimpin off if you had a rag yeah she knows her pops but I'm the one she calls dad Straight swurvin in the whip passin blunts takin drags Watchin dvds in the truck while she out there sellin ass [Chorus] Peanut butter, Royal Chocolate Caramel Jazzebell I offer dick you offer ass for sell Now you ask a player See me shining getting right Finally coming up call me pimp tight What you'll do for the limelight Them bisexuals I call em klinedikes Vanilla want a nut on Sunday Fill hot fudge in the middle of her tummy Butter pecan white chocolate love day Niggas lookin fly so remember where the hershay Hoes at Davana of the scanna Pussy split on my bannana Take they pic on who they gone sample To Michigan back down to Alabama Poped hypontic be the flava that water their jaws for the milk they shake up Captain save em A.K. just gone lace up the beat to be a suckas favorite Top it off for the celebration After I bang her i'll let you cake her You were too seet she needed a banga Make her melt let it drip through her fangers Sexy, Goregous, Beautiful Would you do something real freaky tonight Now I'm in the limelight This rose gold bring plenty dikes They come around to service me because they know I lay the pipe I'm running wit the king we in different cities every night Broads strippin out they clothes before the D.J. pass the mic Puerto Rican mama citas, Asian bitches mixed wit white They come to see the P$C in many skirts and see threw tops I love this life Thats main reason I ain't settle down ain't got no wife I'm down wit the squad Done wit the hard I be pimpin these hoes for the rest of my life Sexy women freaky ladies Squeezin T.I.P.'s Mercedes Kissin women, eatin ladies, lick em till they drikin babies Like Rick James was in the 80s young and rich and livin crazy Kisha, Kim, Mari, and Kayla Love to keep the reefa blazin And the new and immitated Lou thats hollow point fim thats playin Actually they demonstratin Orally Administratin Conversation here em sayin Pills'll make you fill amazing Wish I could do this everday Anticipaten this occaision [Chorus] |
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from T.I. - Urban Legend: Grand Hustle (2004)
[Intro]
Dig pimp... I'ma holla at y'all in a minute, I'm finna go change clothes mayne go get real spiffy mayne, go kick it with my broad, ya nigga hold it down aight..? [Verse 1] I left the kids at the crib, and the squad in the trap Now I'm in the two-seater with my broad in my lap The alpines beatin', but I'm far away from rappin' Bumpin' Prince, Sade, or some Marvin Gaye perhaps, I Put up my blues, put on some tailor made slacks Some wing tip shoes, whachu know about that?(Ha) Button down, cufflinks, hair cut, no hat(Yeah) Just felt like gettin' clean and show I know how to act At Neiman & Marcus let my girl blow three or four stacks Gotta forever to cut the food, and damn I'm relaxed(Chillin) In a real cool mood, no beef, no gats But there real close by, niggaz better know that (Chorus) [Jazze Pha] I ain't hangin' with my niggaz, pullin' no triggaz I'll be back to the trap, but for now I'm chillin' with my bitch today, I'm chillin' with my bitch today I ain't hangin' with my potnaz, I'm out eatin' lobster I'm on some grown man shit, ya dig I'm chillin' with my bitch today, I'm chillin' with my bitch today [Verse 2] This shit look hard, no drama from none of my baby mama's With my hottie, takin' shots of Saki at Bennihannas Known to kick it like we riches, like Sky Richie and Madonna Or either Will and Jada, on vacation for the summer Me and my lil' mama, blowin' big as we wanna Gotta big sack of some of that shit from California A bottle of Patron and a six pack of Corona Dro aroma got the six hot and steamin' like a sauna So I let the top back and I bend anotha corner Check into the W, so I can put it on her Got the suite for a week, but we can stay a lil' longer I ain't trippin', that's the shit that make relationships stronger [Chorus] - repeat (Hook) Tonight I'm gon chill with my lady friend She the type to keep a nigga open I'm chillin' with my bitch today (Verse 3) I left the stress in the streets and I'm a long way from home Put up the vest and the chrome, even threw away with my phone My potnaz don't wanna be on the shit that I'm on mayne Livin' life and kickin' it like a grown man Sittin' in the sand, drinkin' pina coladas With a double shot of rum, just chillin' right by the water No judges, no lawyers, in a whole 'nother world Just a bottle and this O a dro, blowin' with my girl [Chorus] - repeat Repeat [Hook] |
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from T.I. - Urban Legend: Grand Hustle (2004)
[Lil Jon]
Check this out my nigga (what's up) theirs a lot of niggas out here That got a lot of shit to motherfuckin say (yeah) But when a nigga bring it to them niggas (what's up) They can't stand up for what they motherfuckin said (Naw I aint say that, he said that) Stand Up If you got something to say my nigga, stand up for what you said..my nigga Tell them niggas bring it to the square nigga (chorus) Stand up..If you don't like what I'm saying then buck Swang when you see me, we can throw them hands sucker Stand up..If you aint notice nigga, I don't give a fuck If I said it, then I meant it, and what fuck nigga Stand up..You don't wanna see the triggerman man buss Hit you and your man's up, make it hard for a nigga to..stand up Tell your crew they don't want it with us dudes And if the motherfucka do, bust a motherfuckin move..stand up [T.I] You got a alligator mouth and a hummingbird ass Your mouth writin' checks that ya ass can't cash One forty-five and I'm outta ya weight class Wanna survive..better scramble like eggs and break fast Cause I know how to handle ya fake ass I'm ride on ya, and hide ya in yesterday's trash Pull up in the chevy spraying rounds through the glass See you laying face down in the grass and I laugh Ha...that's the end of the soga The end of my problems, nigga mash the impala Go lay up with a model and watch the news tomorrow And that's the end, checkmate, game over, I'll holla Now I'm telling ya potna, you don't know whatcha doing Don't recognize the trouble ya getting into, and ya ruined Dig this man..I spent my childhod in a wild hood And all that gangsta shit ya talking, yeah it sound good But make it understood, you gonna have to show me I'm a OG, you wanna overthrow me (chorus) [Trick Daddy] Dearly beloved, we gathered here today to marry this young nigga In his own special thug way Do you promise to love and respect, all of the real niggas And when the problem come, learn to deal with'em Do you swear to turn the chopper on any motherfucker in ya path Or any bitch, that's tryin to stop ya And do you promise to keep'em handy, and don't hand'em To nobody, nobody except family and keep'em cocked and loaded And don't expose'em to nobody unless somebody want'em in his body To love and cherish'em from his trigger to his barrel From the bottom of ya heart, to death do you fuckin part Do you understand to live the life by him, is to sell ya soul And Lord knows you gonna die by him I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid Sheed...all them motherfuckers dead And did you know that every other bitch from the wild wild west End up dying from hollow points to they fuckin chest Cause they ain't never seen or cocked beamed a milli fourteen Or tommy gun, with a hundred round fucking gun (chorus) [Lil Wayne] Sheed..I'm talking about riding out tonight Only way I die first, gotta kill me in this verse Weezy F, middle finger to life So nothing seem critical, in the hood I'm typical Yeah I'm feeling good and spiritual Healing hoods with shit up outta my kitchen I'm pitching it, it's really good Smoking, drinking I'm like a fish and I'll probably Shit on ya bitch, probably piss on her lips And she'll probably give you a kiss, nasty Holly grove classic, parley with a nigga, prolly rob the same bastard Ask him, we don't give a fuck about a casket Nigga this the murder cappy, niggas just murder happy Twelve years old, I jumped off the pot I started selling rocks, right after I got shot I had to hold my weight down Pussy nigga stand up or lay down (chorus) |
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from T.I. - Urban Legend: Grand Hustle (2004)
[Daz]
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!! (chorus) 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 [T.I] 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 rap 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 and 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 (chorus:with ad libs) [Daz] 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..Brahhh (chorus: with ad libs) [Daz] 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 to ya, hustle it up motherfucker better kick it [T.I] 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 (chorus: with ad libs) [Talking: T.I & Daz] 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 I'm laying low for a reason pimp..Ha...Fuck niggas |
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from Mario - Turning Poing (2005)
Mmmm ..... Mmmmm.... Yeah....Mmmmm....Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Mmmm...Yeah....Mmmm..... Yeah, Yeah [Verse 1:] Baby I just don't get it Do you enjoy being hurt? I know you smelled the perfume, the make-up on his shirt You don't believe his stories You know that they're all lies Bad as you are ,you stick around and I just don't know why If I was ya man (baby you) Never worry bout (what I do) I'd be coming home (back to you) Every night, doin' you right You're the type of woman (deserves good thangs) Fist full of diamonds (hand full of rings) Baby you're a star (I just want to show you,you are) [Chorus:] You should let me love you Let me be the one to give you everything you want and need Baby good love and protection Make me your selection Show you the way love's supposed to be Baby you should let me love you, love you, love you [Verse 2:] Listen Your true beauty's description looks so good that it hurts You're a dime plus ninety-nine and it's a shame Don't even know what you're worth Everywhere you go they stop and stare Cause you're bad and it shows From your head to your toes, Out of control, baby you know If I was ya man (baby you) Never worry bout (what I do) I'd be coming home (back to you) Every night doin' you right You're the type of woman (deserves good thangs) Fist full of diamonds (hand full of rings) Baby you're a star (I just want to show you, you are) [Chorus:] You should let me love you Let me be the one to give you everything you want and need Ooh Baby good love and protection Make me your selection Show you the way love's supposed to be Baby you should let me.... [Bridge:] You deserve better girl (you know you deserve better) We should be together girl (baby) With me and you it's whatever girl, hey! So can we make this thing ours? [Chorus:] You should let me love you Let me be the one to give you everything you want and need Baby good love and protection Make me your selection Show you the way love's supposed to be Baby you should let me love you, love you, love you [repeat til it ends (about 3 times)] [Mario (talking):] Let me love you that's all you need baby |
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from The Longest Yard (롱기스트 야드) by Teddy Castellucci [ost] (2005)
[Verse 1]
Chinchilla to the floor, Cigarillo full of dro White Benz double doors, I could change colors though Blue Ferrari, red Bent, black truck on 24's Several Cheverolet's on 20 inches maybe more Used to wish for better days, now I'm wishin' never more I could go buy anything, stick my dick in every hoe Grand Hustle on everything, P$C in every store Sellin everything from rubberbands to leather coats Swear to God I never change, jealous niggaz never know T.I.P. ain't never been a lame, jigalow since '84 Blessed with astonishing ability to pull a hoe Fuck her so, good make her think this dick was full of Moe Pussy so, good but I love it when she suck it slow (OH) Her motto you don't swallow what you suckin' for (OH) My motto you ain't ballin' what you hustle for The VVS's let off such a glow to let these bustas know [Chorus] Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce let me see you bounce like this Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce tell that bitch to bounce like this Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce all my nigga bounce like this Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just, bend it over and make it bounce like this [Verse 2] I give you 30 seconds show me what you got could you Bend it over for me drop it like its hot could you Wiggle your titties a little lift your top get you to Bust it open show your panties and your ass for me Actually I was thinking you, Kim, and Daphine In the back with me, lickin' on the bottom half of me Answer me first know that sayin no is blaspheme Me I'm pussy pumper number one you can ask for me I knew how you danced for me that you had plans for me Save the conversation get your partner out them pants for me Damn honey, you'd be a fool if you ran from me You ain't fuckin wit another dummy I'm the man honey Im tryin' to give it to you 'till it make you stand funny (OH) Throw that pussy right and maybe you can get a grand from me (OH) (HA!!) Picture pimpin givin' you some damn money Not a one thin dime but your ass is fine [Chorus] [hook] Now shawty bounce with me bounce with me, let me see you see you bounce with me bounce with me Now shawty bounce with me bounce with me, let me see you let me bounce with me bounce with me [Verse 3] Hey shawty stall if you want to I ball when I want to Could fall through and shut down the mall if I want to I could make your girlfriend choose but I want you Why you bother me with what you will and you won't do Listen shawty I'm a grown man and you grown too You can leave with me I ain't gotta telephone you All I'm thinking 'bout is me layin on you Or vice versa with a lot of ass to hold on to I got somethin' for that ass to bounce onto You missin the chance of a lifetime why don't you Hop off in the droptop, ride through the city lights Take you where I kick it let you see what pimpin living like Pop one of these then we'll see what you feeling like Takin off your clothes wanna know what its drilling like Presidential suite at the very end of the night Treat you like a freak and give you what was missing in your life [Chorus] [hook] |
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from The Longest Yard (롱기스트 야드) by Teddy Castellucci [ost] (2005)
[Verse 1]
Chinchilla to the floor, Cigarillo full of dro White Benz double doors, I could change colors though Blue Ferrari, red Bent, black truck on 24's Several Cheverolet's on 20 inches maybe more Used to wish for better days, now I'm wishin' never more I could go buy anything, stick my dick in every hoe Grand Hustle on everything, P$C in every store Sellin everything from rubberbands to leather coats Swear to God I never change, jealous niggaz never know T.I.P. ain't never been a lame, jigalow since '84 Blessed with astonishing ability to pull a hoe Fuck her so, good make her think this dick was full of Moe Pussy so, good but I love it when she suck it slow (OH) Her motto you don't swallow what you suckin' for (OH) My motto you ain't ballin' what you hustle for The VVS's let off such a glow to let these bustas know [Chorus] Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce let me see you bounce like this Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce tell that bitch to bounce like this Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce all my nigga bounce like this Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just, bend it over and make it bounce like this [Verse 2] I give you 30 seconds show me what you got could you Bend it over for me drop it like its hot could you Wiggle your titties a little lift your top get you to Bust it open show your panties and your ass for me Actually I was thinking you, Kim, and Daphine In the back with me, lickin' on the bottom half of me Answer me first know that sayin no is blaspheme Me I'm pussy pumper number one you can ask for me I knew how you danced for me that you had plans for me Save the conversation get your partner out them pants for me Damn honey, you'd be a fool if you ran from me You ain't fuckin wit another dummy I'm the man honey Im tryin' to give it to you 'till it make you stand funny (OH) Throw that pussy right and maybe you can get a grand from me (OH) (HA!!) Picture pimpin givin' you some damn money Not a one thin dime but your ass is fine [Chorus] [hook] Now shawty bounce with me bounce with me, let me see you see you bounce with me bounce with me Now shawty bounce with me bounce with me, let me see you let me bounce with me bounce with me [Verse 3] Hey shawty stall if you want to I ball when I want to Could fall through and shut down the mall if I want to I could make your girlfriend choose but I want you Why you bother me with what you will and you won't do Listen shawty I'm a grown man and you grown too You can leave with me I ain't gotta telephone you All I'm thinking 'bout is me layin on you Or vice versa with a lot of ass to hold on to I got somethin' for that ass to bounce onto You missin the chance of a lifetime why don't you Hop off in the droptop, ride through the city lights Take you where I kick it let you see what pimpin living like Pop one of these then we'll see what you feeling like Takin off your clothes wanna know what its drilling like Presidential suite at the very end of the night Treat you like a freak and give you what was missing in your life [Chorus] [hook] |
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from Destiny's Child 4집 - Destiny Fulfilled (2004)
Artist: Destiny's Child Feat. T.I. & Lil Wayne
Album: Destiny Fulfilled Song: Soldier [1st Rap: T.I (DC)] Hey (I want a Soldier!) The way you got it, I'm the hottest around They'll know it when they see you rollin' impala's around (I got a Soldier!) Wit the top down feeling the sounds Quakin' and vibratin' your thighs ridin' harder than guys Wit the chrome wheels at the bottom, white leather inside When them lames be spittin' at you tell 'em don't even try it To shot it wit Chelle and kick it wit Kelly or holla at B Ya, gotta be g's you way outta your league Please! [First Verse: Kelly (DC)] We like dem boys that be in them lac's leanin' {Leanin'} Open their mouth their grill gleamin' {Gleamin'} Candy paint, keep that whip clean and {Clean and} (They always be talkin that country slang, we like) They keep that beat that be in the back beatin' {Beatin'} Eyes be so low from there chief {chief and} I love how he keep my body screamin' {Screamin'} A rude boy that's good to me, wit street credibility [Hook: DC] If his status ain't hood I ain't checkin' for him Betta be street if he lookin' at me I need a soldier That ain't scared to stand up for me Known to carry big things If you know what I mean If his status ain't hood I ain't checkin' for him Betta be street if he looking at me I need a soldier That ain't scared to stand up for me Gotta know to get dough And he betta be street [Second Verse: Beyonce (DC)] We like dem boys up top from the BK {BK} Know how to flip that money three ways {Three ways} Always ridin' big on the freeway {Freeway} (Wit that east coast slang that us country girls be like) Low cut caesars wit the deep waves {deep waves} So quick to snatch up your Beyonce {Beyonce} Always comin down poppin our way {Our way} (Tellin us that country girls the kinda girl they like) [Hook: DC] If his status ain't hood I ain't checkin' for him Betta be street if he lookin' at me I need a soldier That ain't scared to stand up for me Known to carry big things If you know what I mean If his status ain't hood I ain't checkin' for him Betta be street if he looking at me I need a soldier That ain't scared to stand up for me Gotta know to get dough And he betta be street [Bridge: Beyonce (DC):] I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at) They wanna take care of me (Where they at) I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at) Don't mind takin one for me (Where they at) I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at) They wanna spend that on me (Where they at) I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at) Wouldn't mind puttin that on me (Where they at) [2nd Rap: Lil Wayne] Hey, see cash money is a army I'm walkin' wit purple hearts on me You talkin' to the sargeant Body marked up like the subway in harlem Call him, weezy f baby, please say the baby If you don't see me on the block I ain't tryna hide I blend in wit the hood, i'm camouflage Bandana tied, so mommy join my troop Now every time she hear my name she salute [Verse 3: Michelle (DC)] I like dem boys over there they lookin' strong tonight {Strong tonight} Just might give one the phone tonight {Phone tonight} Homey in the dickies in my zone tonight {Zone tonight} He don't know it might be on tonight {On tonight} Ooh he lookin' good and he talkin' right {Talkin' right} He the type that might change my life {Change my life} Everytime he look at me my girls be like {Girls be like} (That one may be the one tonight) [Hook: DC] If his status ain't hood<... |
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from Bun-B - Trill (2005)
Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me.
Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see. I stand 5 foot 10, 200 & half 100 percent gangsta dont smile and dont laff in a 3 inch shirt nigga 38 waist. I aint small mothafucka im takin up some space with a size 11 shoe that'll kick u in yo face bitch im all about a crime and ready to catch a case. i aint scared to kick it in yo do and look around yo place i aint scared to cock back a fo and put 1 in yo face stay still nigga flava duece duece in a third teflon coverin yo body juice loose on a curve i serve it like a tennis ball straite up the minice yall i positon and competition and when i fisnish yall can clear the collin and call the corrin tell him next again we shot him like a cracker and stabbed him like a mexican. may never plex again not like he can but just incase he get resurected is best he understands Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see. I see these niggaz doin alot of talkin but they never back it up bout the work they movin or the paper they stackin up u niggaz got the crack it up the only thing u sellin is wolf chickens and we aint buyin'em so pack it up 84's click clack it up and down towners from westside to the east we keep the G and that's a promise but yo plaque on summers americas most wanted. we criminal backgrounds and ready to straite flauted only take is a salt dropper or a instagator messy mothafuckas got the make it fo and a instant hater. im a lay it down like a baby ready to nap cuz im a trill nigga ready to clap. now wats up. i slap a nigga scope him with a back hand left and continue till nobody from yo whack clan left bet u might cheat left and u might cheat the dealer but u neva cheat the king of the underground on the rella. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see. Psc nigga UGK Free pimp c let me at it boy Hey tell'em for a minute bun chill to yo nigga don they say they got some blowin im the one them niggaz get it from they talkin shit is best interest is to get a gun grab the mac 9 and spit half a clip and them niggaz run. sissy niggaz sweeter then a cinnabun wannem knocked off we the ones u gotta get it done alot of rappers say they g's i dont feel'em no naw yea sissy so keys im still a don. og's Usual low key movin em 03 dont look up at my window u dont know me gangsta gangsta the same time picture the pump and paint i aint the kind u wanna see me aks ar's i cant decide i got the mind of the hustler halacious grind man i hold my city down like i anchor eyin. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see. |
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from T.I. - King (2006)
Hey, Hey, Hey Come on in baby (Hey Baby)
Hey, what's goin on (Okay How you doin'? Just been out running around, and what you up to?) Yeah I'm doin' good gon' sit down let me take your coat (ok) You know they make this little jacket in leather don't you? (Oh they do so you gon' get it for me?) Yeah, let me gon' and hang it up for you, gon' and sit down (How you doin'?) I'm doin' good, I'm doin' good...I'm doin' so good That bitch I followed you today! (What nigga? Is you crazy? What you mean you followed me?!) Yeah, nah don't gon stutterin now de-de-de-de-de yo ass, gon' and sit down (What is wrong wit you?) Yeah I followed you today... (You ain't follow nobody.) You had just came out the chicken place, you gat you a 6-piece wing wit a greenbean and yam, bitch I seen what you had ordered (Nigga you ain't see shit.) You had dat ol monkey ass nigga wit you (You the only monkey ass nigga I know!) This nigga had baby powder on his chest wit a whole bunch of little kinked up necklaces and shit wit "I love you mom and dad" and fake uzis and shit connected to the chain (You talkin' 'bout yo'self ol' extra regular ass nigga.) Now see my first reaction was to run up on you and just grab the back of yo pants and give you a wedgie (Oh but you know, you know better though) Just put the thong all up in your ass (Don't touch nobody...Dont touch me) But I said naw, bitch I said naw (Don't wanna be dealin' wit yo ass, you need to stop talkin' to me crazy faggot!) And then had the nerve, you had the nerve to go get yo' hair cut down low like a nigga... Bitch yo head look like a dirty tennis ball now!!! (Do you talk to yo mama like this that's why dont like yo' ass either!) You the only bitch I know right now to this day that take a pair of dirty pants out tha clothes hamper and iron 'em till they look like blue leather pants, nigga just iron chicken stains and jelly stains all in the ass of the pants... (You wanna talk about somebody jeans but nigga you cant spray cologne over dirty ass clothes, okay you betta watch yo back nigga I'm a have you touched!) Bitch how you gon have me killed with $439 a month?! (Somebody need to have you killed ol sorry ass.) Bitch if you have me killed you gettin' kicked out the house, period! (Nigga shut up you suck, okay, always talkin' shit, make me sick which your broke ass. You ain't got shit, you ain't shit, your feet sucked nigga your nasty. You dirty, you look bad, you talk stupid, you dumb... Say this shit to T.I. |
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from R. Kelly - Double Up (2007)
I'm A I'm A I'm A
I'm A Flirt Soon As I See Her Walk Up In The Club I'm A Flirt Winkin Her Eyes At Me When I Roll Up On Them Dubs I'm A Flirt Sometimes When I'm With My Chick On The Low I'm A Flirt And When She's Wit Her Man Lookin At Me Damn Right I'm A Flirt So Homie Don't Bring Your Girl To Meet Me Cuz I'm A Flirt And Baby Don't Bring Your Girlfriend To Eat Cuz I'm A Flirt Please Believe It Unless Your Game Is Tight And U Trust Her Then Don't Bring Her Around Me Cuz I'm A Flirt Now Swear To Tell The Truth And The Whole Truth When It Comes To Hoes I Be Pimpin Like I Supposed To Rollin Like I Supposed To Shinin Like I Supposed To In The Club Fuckin Wit Honeys Like I Supposed To I Don't Understand It When A Nigga Bring His Girlfriend To the Club Freakin All On The Floor Wit His Girlfriend In The Club And Wonder Why All These Playas Tryin To Holla At Her Just Soon As She Go To The Bathroom Nigga I'm Goin Holla At Her A Dog On The Prawl When I'm Walkin Through The Mall If I Could Man I Probably Would Flirt Wit All Yall Yeah Yeah Homie U Say She Ya Girlfriend But When I Step Up To Her I'm Be Like Cousin Believe Me Man This Is How Them Playas Do It In The Chi And Plus We Got Them Playerette Flirters In The Chi Now The Moral Of The Story Is Cuff Yo Bitch Cuz Hey I'm Black Handsome I Sing Plus I'm Rich And I'm A Flirt Hey Homie If U Ain't Gettin No Money U Better Keep Her Away From Me Ya Dig Well If U Love Ya Girl And Wanna Keep Ya GIrl Don't Be Walkin Up And Askin Me To Meet Ya Girl Cuz I'm Well Enough A Flirt When I Speak To Girl She Winked Her Eyes On The Slide I Seent U Girl Better Treat Your Girl Right Cuz Another Man Will Better Eat Ya Girl LIke Another Man Will Cuz U Leave Your Wife And I See Ya Wife That Be For Real How Long U Think That's Finna Be Ya Wife Well I'm Livin The Life You Just Gettin It Right Your Old Lady Look At Me Cuz U Ain't Hittin It Right She Probably Used To Like U Cuz U You The Better Type That's Until I Came Along And Put Some Dick In Her Life Wanna See I Noticed She Was Checkin Me And Diggin The Ice And If I Get That Tonight Better Hit That Twice I Can Even Make Her Mine If I HIt That Right You Know Smack That Thang Sit That Right Upon That Dresser Yeah That's Right Pullin On Her Hair Like We Gettin In A Fight Yeah I Know It's Kinda Tight But It'll settle Just Right So If Yo Girl Sexy And She Test Me Don't Be Upset G Cuz U Might Catch Me Tryin To Catch A Glance Up Her Skirt We Playing In My glan in reverse Then If I See Her And I Like Her Then When I When I When I When I Pull Up To Club All The Shawties Be Like Damn 28's Then I Be Like Girl U Know Just Who I Am Don't Hate See I Done Fell In Love Wit A Stripper Yall All I Do Is Flirt With Her And I Get Them Draws And I Don't Need No Help I Got It Down Pact Teddy Paine Was Born To Flirt Now U Can't Down That Now I'm Flirt With Her Whether I'm In Or Out Of Town That's Why They Call Me Teddy Bend Her Ass Down I be like como si llama lil mama mi llamo Pain What Is Yo Name I'm Feelin Yo Vibe And I'm Hopin U Feel The Same I'm A Wink My Eye And Let U Know I Got The Game When I Pass By I Know Exactly What U Say He's So Fly And He's So Cool Hey Shawty Hey Shawty What It Do He Mad Cuz I'm Lookin But I Already Fucked Her I Got These Niggas Mad Cuz I'm A Flirt Soon As I See Her Walk Up In The Club I'm A Flirt Winkin Her Eyes At Me When I Roll Up On Them Dubs I'm A Flirt Sometimes When I'm With My Chick On The Low I'm A Flirt And When She's Wit Her Man Lookin At Me I'm A Flirt So Homie Don't Bring Your Girl To Meet Me Cuz I'm A Flirt And Baby Don't Bring Your Girlfriend To Eat Cuz I'm A Flirt Please Believe It Unless Your Game Is Tight And U Trust Her Then Don't Bring Her Around Me Cuz I'm A Flirt It's The Remix Now If U Walk Up In The Club with a bad Chick and She Lookin At Me Then I'm Gon Hit Man Jackin For Chicks I Tried To Quit But I'm Playa Homie So I Had To Hit While U Buyin Her Drinks In The Club Actin Like U In Love Stunnin Like U All Thug We Was Switching Numbers She Lookin At U When I Walk By U Turn Yo Head She Wink Her Eye I Can't Help If She Checkin For A Platinum Type Of Guy She Be Callin Me Daddy And I Be Callin Her Mommy She Be Callin U Kelly When Yo Name Is Tommy I Don't Know What Yall Be Thinkin When U Bring Em Round Me Let Me Remind U That I Am The King Of R&B Do U Know What That Means That Means If U Love Yo Chick Don't Bring Her To The VIP Cuz I Might Leave Wit Yo Chick Just Keepin It Real It is A Playa's Feel Don't Take No Bitch To The Club When U Just Met Her Cuz I'm Flirt Wit Her Right He Gon Flirt Wit Her Right And If She Lookin Dat Good Shyt She Gon Flirt Wit her I'm A Flirt Soon As I See Her Walk Up In The Club I'm A Flirt Winkin Her Eyes At Me When I Roll Up On Them Dubs I'm A Flirt Sometimes When I'm With My Chick On The Low I'm A Flirt And When She's Wit Her Man Lookin At Me Damn Right I'm A Flirt So Homie Don't Bring Your Girl To Meet Me Cuz I'm A Flirt And Baby Don't Bring Your Girlfriend To Eat Cuz I'm A Flirt Please Believe It Unless Your Game Is Tight And U Trust Her Then Don't Bring Her Around Me Cuz I'm A Flirt I'm A I'm A I'm A I'm A I'm A I'm A I'm A I'm A |
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from T.I. - T.I. Vs T.I.P. (2007)
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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from T.I. - T.I. Vs T.I.P. (2007)
[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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from T.I. - T.I. Vs T.I.P. (2007)
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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from T.I. - T.I. Vs T.I.P. (2007)
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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from T.I. - T.I. Vs T.I.P. (2007)
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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from T.I. - T.I. Vs T.I.P. (2007)
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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from T.I. - T.I. Vs T.I.P. (2007)
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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from T.I. - T.I. Vs T.I.P. (2007)
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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from T.I. - T.I. Vs T.I.P. (2007)
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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from T.I. - T.I. Vs T.I.P. (2007)
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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from T.I. - T.I. Vs T.I.P. (2007)
[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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from T.I. - T.I. Vs T.I.P. (2007)
[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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from T.I. - T.I. Vs T.I.P. (2007)
[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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from T.I. - T.I. Vs T.I.P. (2007)
[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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from T.I. - T.I. Vs T.I.P. (2007)
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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from Wyclef Jean - Carnival Vol.2: Memoirs Of An Immigrant (2007)
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1,
We cry for peace (Uh huh) But we live for war (You know I got that shot in the chevy what it is?) We ain’t start the wire taps down in Baltimore (But I still slangin’ bricks where I live) Sometimes she love me, sometimes she love me not (Doin’ 10 now my girl turning tricks at the crib) But let check out his eyes, in the inner city Chi’ (Layin’ down ASAP, e’erbody in the trap gettin’ killed) Evil lurks in the heavenly disguise (Tryin’ to get the ruler all I need is about a mil) I seen two birds crash into two New York giants (Bush still lyin’, he don’ never keep it real) I wish Katrina spoke French at the quarter to New Orleans (Haha, but you’d a told her that) But how we smoke French back, seduced this stone (Okay) told this is your death, please don’t rain on my people [Chorus] Where’d the hope go, Where’d the hope (I don’t know) I see the whole world turn into a warzone (What?) Ain’t no love in the city keep your vest on (G’ that right) Guns ‘n roses welcome to the jungle On the flip side (ay), she shakin’ her back side (Shake it for me) That’s the only way tuition gon’ come right He got a crush on Mary Jane (Ay, Ay) If you ain’t got five on she ain’t doing her thang (Come on, you know you need to) Slow down, young girl Keep it real hun, you gotta keep it real hun Slow down somebody gon’ crash (Come on, you know you need to) Slow down (You know you need ta, ay ay) young girl (Okay) [Wyclef (T.I.)] If you livin in the street You know your livin free (And if you ain’t you know your doin’ time like me) Thugs with the heat, are the coldest ones to meet (You can catch yourself a case get a fine do 3) We flyin high, but still can’t touch the sky (But on conspiracy your doing ten at the least) Everbody’s a gangsta, but no-body wanna die (With all this snitchin’ you might never see the streets Nuclear testing, replacin’ the SAT’s (With all this going on why they worried about me) Stem cell research there’s another you another me (I’m just hustling in the streets tryin’ to flip a couple keys) With what goes up, must come down, the laws of gravity (I know I see it happen to my partner big neege, We miss ya shawrty!) To win at chess, you’ve got to trap the king (Ay) [Chorus] Where’d the hope go, Where’d the hope (I don’t know) I see the whole world turn into a warzone (What?) Ain’t no love in the city keep your vest on (G’ that right) Guns ‘n roses welcome to the jungle On the flip side (Ay), she shakin her back side (Shake it for me) That’s the only way tuition gonna come right (Cha) He got a cursh on mary jane unless you ain’t got five on she ain’t doing her thang ( Lets get it) Slow down, young girl Keep it real hun, you gotta keep it real hun Slow down somebody gon’ crash (Come on, you know you need to) Slow down (Ay, Ay, You know we used ta) Young girl (Okay) [T.I.] E’erbody, know we gon’ keep rollin’ When the police rollin’, and your coke dealer told ‘em what you been doing Boy better slow down Ay, Ay, Slowdown Ay, Ay, You wanna show ‘em that da dope keep coming But if shit keep runnin’ their mouth Eye your stuck jacking coming for ya better slow down Ay, Ay, Slow down, (e’ertime homeboy) Slow down (start snitchin’, homeboy), Ay Ay [T.I. (Wyclef)] Hey I remember get money (Get money) All we do is get money (Get money) ‘Til the feds raided the trap and took my (Thang) from me Put me in a room alone, separated the click form me (Click from me) Next thing you my lawyer said (My partner snitched on me) on me Now ain’t that a bitch homie, (They ain’t have a thing on us) Until you started telling now they talking big numbers We could’ve split charges up, against five or six summer (Summers) Instead you tryin’ to talk telling so you could walk How could you tell ‘em who we sold told to? E’erthing we bought? How we used to get in, all the way ‘til we can ship it off? (Who woulda thought?) Thought Hey keep it pimpin’, wait a minute (Whoa) Ay keep it pimpin’ wait a minute, ay [Wyclef (T.I.)] Where’d the hope go, Where’d the hope I see the whole world turn into a warzone Ain’t no love in the city keep your vest on (Ya) Guns ‘n roses welcome to the jungle (Ay, Ay) On the flip side she shakin her back side That’s the only way tuition gonna come right He got a crush on mary jane If you ain’t got five on she ain’t doing her thang (haha) Slow down (Okay) Young girl Keep it real hun, you can keep it real hun Slow down, somebody gon’ crash (You know you need to) Slow down, young girl (You know you we used to) Keep it real hun, keep it real hun Slow down I’m gonna let my guitar do the talking now |
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from Justin Timberlake - Futuresex/Lovesounds (2007)
Ain't no other woman
that could take your spot my If I wrote you a symphony Just to say how much you mean to me what would you do If I told you you were beautiful Would you date me on the regular tell me would you Well baby I've been around the world But I ain't seen myself another girl like you This ring represents my heart There's just one thing I need from you say I do Because I can see us holding hands Walking on the beach our toes in the sand I can see us in the country side Sitting in the grass laying side by side You can be my baby let me make you my lady Girl you amaze me Aint gotta do nothin crazy See all I want you to do is be my love so don't give away so don't give away my love so don't give away Ain't no other woman that can take your spot my love so don't give away my love so don't give away my love so don't give away Ain't no other woman that can take your spot my love love My love My love Now if I wrote you a love note And made you smile with every word I wrote what would you do Would that make you want to change your scene And wanna be the one on my team tell me would you See what's the point in waiting anymore cuz girl I never been more sure that baby it's you This ringing represents my heart And everything you've been waiting for just say it I do Because I can see us holding hands Walking on the beach our toes in the sand I can see us in the country side Sitting in the grass laying side by side You can be my baby let me make you my lady Girl you amaze me Aint gotta do nothin crazy See all I want you to do is be my love so don't give away my love so don't give away my love so don't give away Ain't no other woman that can take your spot my love so don't give away my love so don't give away my love so don't give away Ain't no other woman that can take your spot my love love My love Iight it's time to get it JT I don't know why she hesitate for man Shorty cool as a fan On the new once again Still has fans from Peru to Japan Listen baby I don't wanna ruin your plan But if you got a man try to lose him if you can Cause the girls world wide throw they hands up high when they wanna come kick it wit a stand up guy trust me you don't really wanna let the chance go by Because you ain't been seen wit a man so fly France is so fly I can go fly Private cause I handle mine BI Call me candle guy simply because I am on fire I hate to have to cancel my vacation so you can't deny I'm patient but I ain't gonna try You don't come I ain't gonna die Hold up what you mean you can't go why Me and you boyfriend You say wanna kick it You say wanna kick it wanna aim so high Baby you decide that I ain't your guy Ain't goin lie I feel your space But forget your face I swear I will Same park same bullet anywhere I chill Just bring wit me a pair I will I can see us holding hands Walking on the beach our toes in the sand I can see us in the country side Sitting in the grass laying side by side You can be my baby let me make you my lady Girl you amaze me Aint gotta do nothin crazy See all I want you to do doom is be my love love my love love my love love Ain't no other woman that can take your spot my love love my love love my love love Ain't no other woman that can take your spot my love Love My love My love |
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from Bun-B - Trill [Screwed & Chopped] (2005)
Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me.
Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see. I stand 5 foot 10, 200 & half 100 percent gangsta dont smile and dont laff in a 3 inch shirt nigga 38 waist. I aint small mothafucka im takin up some space with a size 11 shoe that'll kick u in yo face bitch im all about a crime and ready to catch a case. i aint scared to kick it in yo do and look around yo place i aint scared to cock back a fo and put 1 in yo face stay still nigga flava duece duece in a third teflon coverin yo body juice loose on a curve i serve it like a tennis ball straite up the minice yall i positon and competition and when i fisnish yall can clear the collin and call the corrin tell him next again we shot him like a cracker and stabbed him like a mexican. may never plex again not like he can but just incase he get resurected is best he understands Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see. I see these niggaz doin alot of talkin but they never back it up bout the work they movin or the paper they stackin up u niggaz got the crack it up the only thing u sellin is wolf chickens and we aint buyin'em so pack it up 84's click clack it up and down towners from westside to the east we keep the G and that's a promise but yo plaque on summers americas most wanted. we criminal backgrounds and ready to straite flauted only take is a salt dropper or a instagator messy mothafuckas got the make it fo and a instant hater. im a lay it down like a baby ready to nap cuz im a trill nigga ready to clap. now wats up. i slap a nigga scope him with a back hand left and continue till nobody from yo whack clan left bet u might cheat left and u might cheat the dealer but u neva cheat the king of the underground on the rella. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see. Psc nigga UGK Free pimp c let me at it boy Hey tell'em for a minute bun chill to yo nigga don they say they got some blowin im the one them niggaz get it from they talkin shit is best interest is to get a gun grab the mac 9 and spit half a clip and them niggaz run. sissy niggaz sweeter then a cinnabun wannem knocked off we the ones u gotta get it done alot of rappers say they g's i dont feel'em no naw yea sissy so keys im still a don. og's Usual low key movin em 03 dont look up at my window u dont know me gangsta gangsta the same time picture the pump and paint i aint the kind u wanna see me aks ar's i cant decide i got the mind of the hustler halacious grind man i hold my city down like i anchor eyin. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see. |
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from Entourage (앙투라지) by Entourage [ost] (2007)
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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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
(feat. Sha-Dash, T.I.)
(Chorus) Hey throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin yours If the rims on his ride ain't as big as yours You gettin money what'chu hatin on my niggaz for? Hey get your mind off of mine and get to gettin yours Throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin yours If that other bitch's ass ain't as big as yours You gettin money what'chu hatin on my bitches for? Hey get your mind off of mine and get to gettin yours (Lil' Kim) Boss lady pull up in the back of the Maybach Chaffeur behind the wheel, feet up, leaned back Readin the newspaper, honeygirl put a hurtin on 'em Haters like a bad act, I just close the curtain on 'em Play all day on the Siruis, radio Satellite TV, who do it like me? In designer outfits, while sellin the tag Yves Saint Laurent boots, Yves Saint Laurent bag Keep the Pokeman in case a big bitch think I'm ass Eatin through her stomach like a gastric, bypass Bitch you better buy a pass and you better have the cash When you in my town you got to see me to buy a pass Number one rule, think B.I.G. 50 grand for the girl to sit in V.I.P. The spotlight is on me, I'm the one they wanna see They give they money to Kim like I'm H.S.B.C. (Chorus) (Sha-Dash) Yeah, well it's young Dash to all those who don't know The boy who stay hot when his jewels is so cold Killer screwface and he cockin that fo'-fo' Wanna ice grill? Better holla at Paul Wall Is all that called for? Whole crew do it up Champagne, threw it up, 'til niggaz threw it up Cruisin up, tinted up, gotta be some star Don't know what to call it, they say it's a truck car You been with a chump pah; like Ashton was the first one to "Punk" y'all Have yo' ass holy and resemblin Spongebob Like an old album, you happen to come for us You guys get dust off It's the young boss, show you what the imp us for Family and friends be the only ones missin boy Sayin that you rich and all, tell me what'chu bitchin for Maybe cause I'm gettin mine - well is you gettin yours? (Chorus) (T.I.) You don't really want it with the nigga right in front of Tip Have you duckin on the shit, wanna let the burner spit Get bucked bitch, give a fuck who you run and get King of the South, Pimp Squad Clique runnin shit Bricks in the pipeline, sold in the nighttime Take a lifetime to find a flow that's quite like mine 40 cal's and 45 glocks, I don't like nine Mac-9 and automatic flatten niggaz lifeline I'm already rich, use the rappin as a pasttime Grand Hustle bitch and I ain't settle for the last time Other niggaz settle down cause I don't bag mine You see me pull it I'ma blast, I don't flash mine You niggaz livin check to check but I don't cash mine Deposit it and let it sit cause all the cash mine Been goin easy on you rappers I'ma mash now Niggaz throw your bottles in the air and put the glass down (Chorus) |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
(feat. Mac Boney)
This a trap This aint no album This aint no game This a trap (trap muzik) [Repeat 8x] [1st Verse] Welcome back to the trap Niggas back in the trap Wit another heavy chevy Big dope boys and trap All you rap niggas role out I trap when it's cold out Whack niggas flyin But I stay down to I'm sold out Cause down a hundred ground Like a rapping in a dope house Man wherever I be The feds got me scoped out Mother fucker let my nuts hang Block out the duc canes Cook it to it bubbles Doulble fast as a mustang I know you think you fuck man But little showty tuff man Been a long time Since a nigg from Alanta Spit this nuts game Thats a very few of real niggas So how could they give nigga The feelin that a real nigga Would get around a real nigga All they do is still niggas ideas And rhythm wit em Holla sumthin similar Talking bout the hood Like they hung in em I got a million rhythms Want em come get em What bitch you pussy nigga I'm just havin fun wit em [chorus repeat 8x] [verse 2] Still telling niggas I aint wholing I aint crolling When the 12 hit the corner I aint brolling I aint rolling Keep the coat stretch out Like Carl Louis Hamstring Stepped on like I'm working With the damn thing Drible baby aint seen What I do to a ounce of doe A whip man on my pager Like I pay you folks To whip somemoore I'm doper than the fluid cellur I flip it all up by myself I give my niggas recipes So they can turn to sumthin else They love to work Thats why I keep em comin Like conlasions plate We flip the cake We move this shit from Georgia Baby state to state Attemadate Niggas in the city Who've been moving weight Nobody loosing weight They fuck with us Cause you've been known to hate Demonstrate The way we turned the trout Out in '98 Sarted out in '95 Started out with nicks and dimes Niggas you done lost your mind Thinking you could set up shop Pimpin I respect the game Lets take this to another block [chorus repeat 8x] [outro talk] [outro verse] Pimp squad Showty still in the trap When I spot a scene hot With the man name Jon And the collad green pot On alot of straight hen And alot of green pot Compation in a range Like he gotta be stop Well maybe I will be But probably not Oh what the blood cloak You try to knock em out and he sock Listen to me I'm serious Thinkin how did he not End up way up On the top of Detroit If come where I was You gotta be pop And if you really want to pop And I rather be dropped Listen pops Want to know a little more About rap Firts rule this is real It aint just a record deal Its a trap [music continues] [music fades] |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
[T.I]
Hell no I cant quit Hell no man we got to much money to get shawti stay down grand hustle Look... IM this far from being a star and just that close to quittin I never should of came close to missing But I want to be a musician pimpin not a politician listen feel my position this a rough transition Plus I'm way to deep in the game to be trying to change From fortune and fame and glamour I could be in the slammer Or six feet under Atlanta its a blessing to breath I walk the streets with seven felonies I'm blessed to be free Long as somebody up in heaven who keep blessing the G T.I.P is still be blessing CD's so haters you can see these Cause I'm back now with something to prove everything to gain pimpin nothing to lose I oughta start smackin niggas when there's nothing to do They to big shoot em in the leg and even the odds cause you aint hard Less you round with captain C ROD Trap with KT and brawl with JR Fuck hoes with DP broke bread with JG Switch labels like KP poofa did all that to me even Though I'd rather go back to slangin drugs an shit This a gang of niggas and bitches really love this shit [Chorus] I Can't Quit Even though Police's hate on legit And rappers hate it cause they know I'm the shit Hell naw I cant quit Some niggas hatin on the money I'm getting Most of them hatin cause im fuckin they bitch Naw pimpin I can't quit Some niggas hatin on the rocks and the rings Some of them hate cause they dont think I'm the king Hell naw i cant quit People hate it when you better then them They ain't hate start worrying then Hey I'm winning I cant quit [T.I] Ten years an album and two deals fo' real we all know I should of sold two million at least It's all good though I flow for the streets I do it for yall every weekend see who in the mall Still in the traps signing your shirts given you doubt Kikin it with ya' then get yo' and your folk into the club Holes of the pictures where girls gave kisses and hugs Hold and I look at the show passing niggas the drove One of the realist rappers niggas will know But niggas be hatin to the point where they be calling the station But they respect it cause I'm ready and focused Then I see they panties an vocals, I want you to know This the closest you know this Niggas in the game ain't real got to stay sellin records cause the fame ain't shit And fuck the units that they name will sell They'll break your hearts and see your favorite rappers lame as hell [Chorus] [T.I] Some of the people some of time times Some of you rhyme but might not like one of them lines I tell you, I let you criticize me one of them times Those of you that think I'm to cocky get in front of the line Whether you don't like my ego or my arrogant flow Don't like it when you say im tyte I say I already know Don't like how I was talkin shit before my album blowed Think I need to calm it down become more like the average Joe So, fuck yo' little thoughts and that little house you think I'm in Get a Benz i value your opinion then think i give a fuck how many times my record spins Well what you recommend, I'm back again [Chorus] |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
[Intro]
Ay, where the piano at shawty? Y'all ain't neva seen a dope boy play the piano and rap at the same time have you? I'ma show you somethin', dig this.. [Verse 1] I'm 22 and a vet in the game Say I'm, supercoo', still a threat at the same Time, rhyme bout the times I invested in 'caine Pleasure and pain in every aspect of the game I'm the answer to yo prayers if you prayin' for change So, I dare you compare us and say we the same When I'm, climbin' the ladder, they stuck in the same Mindframe, they accomplishments are nothin' to gain Eventually, see I'm outta yo range Except this rose gold glow from my wrist and my chain I entertain young niggaz who slang Like a picture, no frame, see it's simple and plain My shit bang, spit flames, put niggaz to shame Flow so insane, lyrics STICK IN YO BRAIN Now you can't, mention my city unless you mention my name T-I-P-I-M-P, I'm the man [Chorus] Ay be easy - you don't want no trouble with me Just be easy - the drama ain't nothin' to me Ay be easy - before you have problems just breathe Ay be easy - you ain't worth dyin', believe me Just be easy - you don't want yo mama to grieve Be easy - well mind yo bizness, don't bother the G Be easy - swear you stuntin' but you frontin' to me Be easy - behind the scenes or behind yo ? Ay, be easy [Verse 2] STEADILY kissin' ass when I came to leave Set the standard for Atlanta, rearranged the lead Okay, so what tha fuck is fame to me? I been plottin' since kindergarten, you'z a lame to me I give the niggaz what they came to see A reflection of one self where they aim to be As you can see it ain't no change in me And you won't meet another nigga off the chain as me I'm so fly, no lie, don't deny it, ya feel it So inspired by my style, decided to try it yoself Bet you won't, meet nobody ranked as high as myself The checks you waitin' on, homes, I can sign them myself Tote gats, dro smoked that, now I'm high Seats way back in the Maybach I ride Through the streets of the westside, I slap five And throw dubs, show love, nigga HATE ME NAH [Repeat Chorus] [T.I. talking ("Be easy" in the background)] What it iz pimp? T.I.P., Trap Muzik, understand that? Grand Hustle pimp! Ay, whus hattnin' Toomp? Let's ride out homie! What it iz mayne? P$C, Pimp Squad Click, shawty! Uh, uh... A-Town... stay down.. Keep it pimpin', pimpin'! |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
I'm either running for my life or I'm just waiting to die
I'm the supplier of the fire if you're chasing a high It's never, when or why, it's the way that he die Did he stand like a man till the day that he die Or was he reaching for guns or trying to run Or was he outside on the lawn in front of his son And if ya, running your mouth you can die in the slum Cuz in the, south where I'm from they dying for crumbs You can die for your Patna's or die for ya moms Or you could die cuz your nigga just heard the alarm, just stealing Or die in a plane they say it's a bomb When they run it into a tower, they just say it's Saddam Screaming Allah the moment that it's hitting the building With total disregard for all men women and children See niggaz get killed when, people mix they money with feelings I'm filling my money up in the wall some in the ceiling I'm just one of the millions of niggaz who ? It's a war going on and they killing for nothing We were in denial all awhile they where flicking the buttons I'd rather be dying for something instead of living for nothing End of discussion [Chorus] Hey, ain't no more talk Just start killing niggaz off till ain't no more chalk Or no mo' tape, to outline no mo' scenes Or no mo' crimes, no mo' dying for no mo' phenes Or no mo' rims and thing's and no mo' green And no mo' chains and ring's that go bling bling And no mo' passionate rapping and so it seems It's just these talent less rappers they all acting And I know, so ain't no mo' talk Just start killing niggaz off till ain't no mo' chalk Or no mo' tape, to outline no mo' scenes Or no mo' crimes |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
Ay I'm working here, know what I'm saying
Try to put yourself in my shoes for a second Its not personal I'm just sayin though [Verse 1] Ay look From when the moon came out 'till the sun came up I was supplyin the days when where they flame up Our mamas passing, by trying to explain us Pissing in the bushes like they never house trained us But, try to understand thats how we came up You get to know us, you'll love us but you can't change us (naw) Really we rather be rich and famous But in the mean time were forced to slang dust 'Dro or crack cocaine, Penicillin to Rogaine Ecstacy, Viagra, whatever'll get the dough mayne Im tired of people mis-representing my dough mayne Oh you think we out here killing for nothing, hustling for no gain (picture that) [Hook (sample playing in the background)] Hey man I'm just doing my job Hey lady, don't mind me I'm just doing my job I don't wanna make your life more harder, I'm just doin my job You live here, I work here I'm doing my job [Verse 2] I don't know if you don't know, don't care or can't see Every time something up in the hood, it ain't me And I ain't always up to no good and know the crease And we ain't always gotta pass through the hood without speaking (how you doing) We ain't out here threatining your lives, raping your children We just out here staying alive, making a million (you know) Working hard, trying to survive chasing a mill-ion You hear us talking loud, just think of this is chamelion React to the situations, but accusations is still We vulgarizing you how...hey man you just hurting my feelings (maaan). We got lives, we wa |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
Chorus (T.I.)]
[Jazze Pha] Hey, let's get away and get a room on the other side of town Hey shawty, I was feenin'for you (Was you thinkin' of me, ay, ay...) [Trina] Hey, let's get room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down (Whachu would do?) Hey daddy, I was feenin' for you [Verse 1] Bet they be like "I know he tired of the nightlife He want a wife, he just lookin' for the right type" Yea right, I be ridin' through the city lights My hat bent, gettin' high behind the 'lac tint I'm chilllin' with Brazilian women, heavy accents They black friends translatin', got'em all ass naked, adjacent Have relations wit'em many places Leavin' semen in they British faces Make'em kiss they partners with it in they faces Young pimpin' sprung women 'cross the 50 states Got young ladies requestin' "What's Yo Name" on 50 stations Askin' me what's a pussy popper, want a demonstration But I ain't waitin' til the second date, I'm so impatient Relieve'em of they aggravation, take'em rollerskatin' On them Dayton's, tell'em "Baby, stick with me, you goin' places" Go replace'em, draw erase'em out my memory Moist panties and wet sheets when they think of me [Chorus (T.I.)] [Trina] Hey, let's get away and a room on the other side of town Hey daddy, I was feenin' for you (Was you feenin' for me? Ay, sing it for me, pimpin') [Jazze Pha] Hey, let's get room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down (Tell'em shawty) Yea baby, I was feenin' for you [Verse 2] Yo, yo... uh.. From Miami to Cali, from Vegas to Jersey Got'em in Houston, Virginia, New Orleans, ya heard me? All the classy ones like to act like they a virgin And the nasty ones like when I talk to'em dirty But I'm breakin' the ice, got'em laughin' and flirtin' They be, removin' they skirts when they hop in the 'burban Once the flick start playin' and the "E" start kickin' in Her girlfriend lickin' and she beggin' me to stick it in That's why, I like chillin' with women who like women Lightskinned... Asians, Jamaicans and white women Indians, Italians, Haitians and Puerto Ricans They be itchin' for they chance and waitin' in me to freak'em They say.. [Chorus (T.I.)] [Girl] Hey, let's get away and a room on the other side of town Hey daddy, I was feenin' for you (Was you feenin' for me? Ay, tell'em for me, pimpin') [Jazze Pha] Hey, let's get room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down (Ay, listen to me) Yea baby, I was feenin' for you (Was you feenin' for me?) [Verse 3] Excuse me shawty, but I been watchin' you now for a while Yo whole style, from yo toes to the way that you smile And I hope you ain't offended by the way that this sounds But uhh... all I keep thinkin' bout is layin' you down And I'm, keepin' it pimpin', I ain't playin' around Ain't got that kinda time cuz this the only day I'm in town So come and, chill in the cut if you willin' to cut And when you, give me a hug I be feelin' yo butt Now so while for while we talkin', I'm fillin' yo cup We killin' the bottle, wake up in dirty linen tomorrow But tell me would it trouble you if we ended up at the W- Sippin' on a Malibu pine apple juice and a blunt or two Now whachu wanna do? Opportunity's right in front of you Know you used to meetin' dudes, dodgin'em for a month or two But young pimpin' spit linen to the young women I'm T.I.P., known as pussy popper to some women [Chorus (T.I.)] [Jazze Pha] Hey, let's get away and get a room on the other side of town Hey shawty, I was feenin' for you (Was you feenin' for me... ay, ay...) [Trina] Hey, let's get room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down Hey daddy, I was feenin' for you (Oh yea... c'mon, tell'em) [Trina] Hey, let's get away and get a room on the other side of town Hey daddy, I was feenin' for you (Shit I'm on my way) [Jazze Pha] Hey, let's get room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down Yea baby, I was feenin' for you [Jazze Pha talking] Whoa whoa whoa.. Ladies and gentlemen This... is a Jazze Phizzle, T.I. collaborangelle.. King of the south! Oh boy! Jazze Phizzle, T.I., Grand Hustle daddy! So smooth daddy... futuristic.. Pimps up daddy! |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
[Chorus]
Money, hoes, cars and clothes Thats how all my niggas know Blowin dro on 24's Thats how all my niggas roll Money, hoes, cars and clothes Thats how all my niggas know Blowin dro on 24's Thats how all my niggas roll [T.I.] I’m in a drop top chevy with the roof wide open My partners looking at me to see if my eyes open Cause I've been drankin, and I've been smokin And flying down 2-85 but I'm focused Its a four fifty four, where it says I raise pulsions White leather seats, as fresh as air forces I say I’m doing 'bout a hundred but the track still bumping Number 8 on NWA straight out of Compton Pull up in your apartment sitting on 20somethins’ And the dope boys, Holleing “whut’s happened” The kids running inn, the clicks start dancing’ And the broads start choosing And the cars been parked but the rims keep moving Sign pictures by the young in the hood I throw the deuce, cause I ain't Hollywood I come from the hood I'm use to So if your rear view shaking And your seats vibrating 24 inch jays got the chevrolet skay making [Chorus] Money, hoes, cars and clothes Thats how all my niggas know Blowin dro on 24's Thats how all my niggas roll Money, hoes, cars and clothes Thats how all my niggas know Blowin dro on 24's Thats how all my niggas roll [T.I.] I'll make a mill and I'm satisfied, I'll get the rest At the age of seventeen, and the tightes' rides, I want the best I refuse to get a 9 to 5, I'm a flip my keys I been paying my dues since 89, trying to get my cheese My diamonds gleam when I'm on the scene They know its me, aint no dream or no fantasy bitch its T.I.P Broad busting like a baby do a blanket 5 karats of BBS’S on my motherfucking pinkie Half of hennessy and belevedere what we dranking Pimps score send for broads what the hell you niggas thinkin Yall niggas spend a weekend on the islands in the fallin’ 24 we shining when I'm riding cause I'm ballin I'm calling out shots like a pool shark, my tools spark Send a dawg when a fool marks, yall fools hards In the wrong place and the wrong time I got a strong mind, to grab my dro nine And shoot at your ass for a long time But I'm a get that ass all dog Fuck around with the click And get shot like a dick with a stick Yall soul.. so yall lost Amma ball at all costs, spit game at a dame Look around at this thang till she falls off, That’s a bold off I got the…. [Chorus] Money, hoes, cars and clothes Thats how all my niggas know Blowin dro on 24's Thats how all my niggas roll Money, hoes, cars and clothes Thats how all my niggas know Blowin dro on 24's Thats how all my niggas roll [T.I.] Hey I ain’t bouncing Li’l shorty, I'm relaxing right now I probably still be trappin if I wasnt rapping right now Bragging bout’ pistols at the house, guess whos strapped right now And keep on talking amma lay you on your back right now Wanna act right now, get smacked right now I'm a bankhead motherfucka, I dont know to back down Clown down ye fake am your friend Talkin’ bout’ u makin’-nothing’ I'm 21 in 10 year deep, that shit to me ain't nothing Getting played by the niggas getting head for the change Who u led want to spray And your dead from decay They ain't ready for the raid pay heavy for the yay I told my class to kiss my ass I make a 11 everyday [chorus] Money, hoes, cars and clothes Thats how all my niggas know Blowin dro on 24's Thats how all my niggas roll Money, hoes, cars and clothes Thats how all my niggas know Blowin dro on 24's Thats how all my niggas roll |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
(You know yo folk be stayin down on the rode man rollin all the way from Florida, M.I.A.
on up to duevall on up to Tennesse. a lot of the real niggas be showin love you know wha i'm sayin, i really appreciate that.. all the dope boys be comin out all the home girls be showin love, but a lot of folks man, they still be looking like who i'm is...let me tell them...) Who i'm is? Rubberband Man wild as the Taliban Nine in my right 50 large in my other hand Who i'm is? Call Me troubl-man Always in trouble man Worth a couple hundread grand Chevy's all Colors man Who i'm is? Rubber band man like a one man band Treat these niggas like "The Apollo" and i'm the Sandman Tote a hundred grand carrying it in the waste band looking for a sweet lick this is the wrong place man Seven time Felon Aye, what i care about a case man I campaignin to bury the hate so say your grace man Aye i don't talk behind a nigga back I say it in his face I'm a thorough bred nigga i don't fake it and i don't hate Check the resume' nigga My records' impecCable anywhere in the "A" nigga, Tip is highly respectable and in M.I.A. nigga, i'm tryin to keep it proffessional Cuz all this tongue ration, finna have me snappin i'm tellin ya From the bottom of the Deuval, Cacaliacky to New York And everybody showing me love this went to you all Who i'm is? Rubberband Man wild as the Taliban Nine in my right 50 large in my other hand Who i'm is? Call Me troubl-man Always in trouble man Worth a couple hundred grand Chevy's all Colors man (repeat) Aye, who i'm is? Call me trouble-man Stayed in some trouble man Some niggas still hatin, though shawty, but they some sucka's man Got a couple fanS that love to do nothing other than Dick suck sho nuff, but hey i still love them man Little pimp got my mid in the muzzle Stayed down on his grind put the crown on they hustle Aye, i can show you how to juggle anything to make it jump We blow real estate, liquor store with no trouble Young cassius clay of my day, marvin gay of my times Trying to stay alive living how i say in my ryhmes My cousin use to tell me take this shit a day at a time He tole me FRIDAY or dieD SUNDAY, & WEDNESDAY in the ground I still smile cuz some how i know he seeing me now So i'm doin all my shows just like he in the crowd... (Aye, throw your lighters up for my cousin 2 aaliyah, Left-Eye, and Jam MaSter Jay) Now, Who i'm is? Rubberband Man wild as the Taliban Nine in my right 50 large in my other hand Who i'm is? Call Me troubl-man Always in trouble man Worth a couple hundread grand Chevy's all Colors man (repeat) Aye, Who i'm is? Grand-hustleman More hustles than hustle man WHY IM WEARIN A rubber band that representin the struggle My folk who trapping til they come up with another plan Stack a couple of grand to get theyself off they mama land To ganstas who been servin since you was doin the running man Went down DID 10 back round and rich again That's why i'm young with the soul of an old man I'm shell shocked get shot SLOW YOUR roll man Still ride around with the glock on control man Nah i ain't robbin i'm just looking for the dro man (Aye, where you from) From a nigga slaingin blow, pimpin hoes, wanna boe? 24's aye let these other niggas know.. Who i'm is? Rubberband Man wild as the Taliban Nine in my right 50 large in my other hand Who i'm is? Call Me troubl-man Always in trouble man Worth a couple hundread grand Chevy's all Colors man Who i'm is..... nah, na,na, nah....repeat until fade out |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
You think them niggaz is hot Well shawty look what I got (nigga look what I got) You think I'm lying nigga Look what I got Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Shawty look what I got Ay, pimpin look what I got Look what I got My nigga look what I got [Verse One] Big wheels still spin when I stop Presidential roll, gold rolex watch With no rocks I save them for the pinky Keep you niggaz blinkin' He ain't wearin' platinum, Naw But I keep you niggaz thinking Mink seats sure to keep a nigga sinkin' Swear he ain't slangin' But I know that nigga creepin' Got a condo, in Orlando For the weekend Homes be so crunk in the club We gotta sneak in No more room in the V.I.P They payin' just to peek in When they leave They be lookin in a car They can't even see in And that's just the Be-gin-ning In the city that he in He was rappin' in the cafeteria But now that nigga serious Heard he got a CL, a EXT on Spreewells Several Chevy's on 24's (Hold up), “how many records he sell?” Man I don't know But he got a label now Them boys, the PSC (hell) I heard Atlantic gave 'em a deal for 2 or 3 mill. (ay, shawty) (for real nigga?) [chorus] Look what I got A old school, a truck and a drop So next time you think them niggaz is hot Shawty, look what I got The respect of the niggaz and G's So next time you say them niggaz is G's You probably lookin' at me A what, we ballin' Bought the bar for the broads So next time you think them niggaz is hard Shawty, look at the squad I'm buyin' yachts, have the streets on lock So next time you think yo' peeps on top Pimpin, look what I got [Verse Two] I'm well known in the hood Like the dope man phone number Roll anything I can throw some 24's under Nigga talk bad 'bout the man But I shole wonder Why the dope boys fuck with 'em And the hoes love 'em Very little promotions on this album Never heard of 'em But it's jammin' like the fuck Was jumpin' out the stores 'cause I was born in the raid and I'm made in the streets I done played in the days In the shade in the streets I say I rapped in the trap With the best in the streets Shot craps in the back You know the rest, nigga please You doin' business with me You best invest in some skills I sell slopes of snow I don't fuck with little blow nigga Got 80 k's, it's gone take a little more (to what?) To double up and bring it back And make a little more (You movin' slow) And movin slow, now what you take a nigga for? I'ma cock hammers and 44's And nail yo ass to the floor And I ain't braggin', I'm just letting niggaz know 'cause the media and radio can get a nigga so Fucked up Comparin' me to these niggaz little flow I do a song Fuck up they whole little show (so shawty) [chorus] |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
[Chorus] 2X
Don't hate me shawty But even if you hate me shawty I still love you And now I only wish that you could See that my intentions were good I still love you [Verse 1] Forgave me once, forgave me twice, forgave me three times I stayed lyin', you stayed down in the meantime Had my son and turned around and had another one I broke yo heart when I told you bout the other one I stay in trouble ha? Ain't got too much to loose Knew I could loose it all but never thought of losin' you Eleven years ago I still regret me choosin' you Meetin' you, pursuin' you and doin' you in '92 You fixed plates, showed yo face at every courtdate And all you wanted me to do was call when I was out late How could I let you go? I thought I knew it all When you deserved the best and more, you been through it all You think I sold yo dreams, but what I say I mean Just take it to consideration, I was 17 I'm still the same man, just had a change of plan Never ask you back and fuck a wedding band But I still love you Repeat Chorus 1 w/ ad libs [Verse 2] Went from resentin' you, hatin' you, now I'm missin' you On the realest shit I ever dropped, dissin' pops I never even thought, to ask my mom what happened Just knew that you was livin' in Manhattan and I was trappin' We never had a chance, we was in different states But all forgiven, you was human and we make mistakes You tried to make it up, but shit, you couldn't pay enough You sent me tons of toys and clothes thinkin' you gave enough But it wasn't though, and you wasn't there That's all I knew, so I grew up thinkin' you ain't care I know it wasn't fair, but ay, it wasn't fun But now what's done is done, no matter wha, I'm still yo son I could care less if none of yo other children come I'ma be right there prayin' you live to be a million one Finally I understand, hustlin', livin' fast Tryin' to get the cash and settle down and be a dad You probably never knew, cuz hey, I never said it But pops, I'm just like you, I'm stubborn and I'm hardheaded But now you dead in the ground, no meanin' tellin' you now But all I wanted was for you to be proud I still love you [Chorus] Don't hate me shawty If I ain't told you lately shawty I still love you Now I only wish that I could See that yo intentions were good I still love you Don't hate me shawty Please don't hate me shawty Ay, I still love you And now I only wish that I could See that yo intentions were good (Watch yo boy, shawty) [Verse 3] How could I criticize my daddy on that last verse Lookin' at my own dirt, you got some nerve But be that as it may, I got some shit to say It's been a secret, I can't keep it for another day I got a lil' girl, not just two lil' boys And that's been killin' me inside, eatin' me alive And I can't find the words, nor the nouns or verbs To express whachu deserve, girl you worth the world But I'm a man and I ain't perfect, if you hear me now I'll tell you wha had happened, when, why, where and how Me and yo mama met, we kinda kicked it off But we wasn't 'posed to have a baby, we just chillin' out We had a lot in common, almost the same signs Same goals, said thangs at the same time But then we destroyed the situation like the a changed mind How could I look her in her eyes and holla "Dat ain't mine" Her stomach gettin' bigger, and time is gettin' close Six, seven, eight, nine months and I ain't told mah folks Not just messiah mama, hell, I had told yo granny Three kids in two years, baby, daddy panicked But I ain't ashamed of you, I'm more ashamed of me It's not at all yo fault, you'd be better off blamin' me But now I realize, where the problem lies Forgive me babygirl, I apologize And I still love you [Chorus] 2X Don't hate me shawty Please don't hate me shawty Cuz I still love you Now I only wish that you could See that my intentions were good |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
Want to be your man, please...tell you why
(I know what y'all thinking) Doop doop doop doop doop doop (First he can't be my man, now he want to be my man) (I wish this nigga make his mind up) Can't live my life...tell you why (All my niggaz man we gonna have be 21 bout this shit you know) Oh baby, oh baby (We gonna step out the track for one sec, one sec) [Verse 1] Now what I got to say, seal with a kiss Know I can't be your man why I feel like this What I need with a woman when I live like this Different chicks running in and out the crib like this Maybe five, maybe six, seven, eight'll be enough Plus the twins make ten but for you I give it up Set times to the side just for us to live it up Walking out a rav farm, purple label linen ??? It's hard for me to discuss what I had vision for us Lots of trust, and a crib worth a couple million plus So what if I got a pass, labelled a dirt bag By the minute, hearts I broken and women I hurt bad Might I add Christian Dior and fur jackets A part of the pack, but still far from a marriage It's easy to lose balance when hearts just start carin With the attractions apparent, its hard to stop starin [Hook] Hey baby let me tell you sumthin, come here I need to tell you sumthin (Tell you why) Hey shorty let me tell you sumthin, wanna talk need to tell you sumthin (doop doop doop doop doop doop doop) Lil mama let me tell you sumthin, I wanna tell you sumthin (Cant live my life...without you) Hey baby let me tell you sumthin, Shorty I've been meanin to tell you sumthin (Oh baby, oh baby) [Verse 2] If I can get a little bit of your time, shorty I got some shit I want to get out my mind, and I know You get enough of niggaz hollerin ya fine (hey ask...ask ya friend man, man I got this) Introductions seem to bug you, them partnas of mine My bad, I know you think I'm probably lyin Then imma stop to conversate, relates all of ya time...man Look, but half of that shit is all in ya mind Say you should follow your heart and I'm follow my mind But anyway, when I see yo' face Im thinking three or four days in Montego Bay At the Half Moon, but I know she gon' say I already have too many hoes, I know But if I had you, all the dough I'd blow On eleven karat pink stones trillion row I wanna be the reason why you showing ya teeth Without a worry in the world when you rollig with me [Hook] |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
[Rap Verse: T.I.] + (T.I.P. alter ego)
I wanna talk to you shawty (Why?) 'Cause you be trippin' sometimes (Man I'm just trying stay true to what I say in my rhymes) It ain't a doubt in my mind, but you got a lot on the line You need to think 'bout yo' actions (Why?) You be overreactin' (Maaaan) Look at Cap and K.T. listen to K.P. (What about 'em; where the fuck this shit come from?) Or to a J.G. to your mama or D.P Or somebody shawty shit you be makin' me sick (Nigga fuck you!) You'd be a motherfuckin' fool if you blow this lick (Alright alright) This the chance of a lifetime, you know this shit Remember what Jarmel told us "stay focused Tip" (I remember nigga) (Man but they be tryin' me shawty) Niggaz be tryin' you how? Ay let them tell it, you was just another guy in the crowd (Naw, but they be talkin' too loud) Man you be listenin' too hard Just pay these niggaz no attention and keep fuckin' they broads (Alright) I know you harder than these niggaz (Yeah) and smarter than these niggaz (Yeah) More heart than these niggaz (Yeah) Quit worryin' 'bout thses niggaz (Ay man fuck these niggaz I'm from Bankhead and I don't know where you stayed at) (But talkin' sideways behind my back, I never played that) (Since you become a payed cat T.I. you been so layed back) (I wonder where lil' bad ass Tip from back in the day at) Man that nigga had to stay back there so we could be that Nigga on TV and FYI we got the P back Hold up shawty freeze Jack (What?) "Lame" I'll never be that (Yeah OK) Changed my name a thousand times and still a G believe that (Oh yeah good we go Ki's) (That nigga from overseas back) You see what I be sayin' 'bout this nigga (What man? Shit) I don't believe that You ain't listenin' is ya? You got issues I got kids, 2 boys a lil' girl (Ay I know nigga they my kids too) You know it's one false move and it's back to the big house The judge told our ass "one more time" and we ain't gettin' out (I wouldn't say that) Be thinkin' 'bout standin' outside in the sunshine (Ho) Watchin' nigga's heads get buck for cuttin' the lunchline Ay shawty you ain't 'posed to make the same mistake more than one time (And I ain't made the same mistake twice since uh '99) Please, boy stop don't get me started folk it's not the time And let's just do this shit my way get paid and have a lot of time Plenty fine bitches, who gon' pull shawty you is? (Man you know Tip got the hoes) And Tip hoes got gold teeth (What that mean? What you tryna say nigga?) Mine got jobs, good credit and they own features (And mine boost clothes, sell 'dro, got the blow cheap) (I guess it's just depend on what ya like folk) That's right folk (And I was just kiddin' 'bout them kites folk) Heh, alright folk (I'm really glad we had a chance to sit it down and rap a tad) (I admit you had a couple points, sometimes I act a ass) Ay but it is so important to keep it real though just like ya said No record deal, no amount of mil' shall go to my head (And with that said can't nobody tell us shit, so fuck the hatin') How many niggaz real enough to stand and give theyself a straightenin'? |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
[Intro]
Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch {*3X*} Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch {*3X*} Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch {*3X*} Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch [T.I.] I came up bumping Eazy-E, Cube, and Dre (Scarface, OutKast what's happening niggaz) Eightball MJG UGK They raised me like santa raised cee I always made the money, money never made me Break me what this bitch you crazy You seen with the freaks don't think she never paid me Pimpin get a bitch, break a bitch, hit a bitch, shake a bitch Spit game till I make this shit turn these tricks and get me rich Lick his ass suck my dick bring me back my niggaz quick Who you think you fucking with I'm serious about this pimpin shit All the niggaz I kick it with looking for a richer bitch Get this bitch to take this trick for pounds of weed bricks and shit Broke bitch you get your shit Before I get another bitch who could fix your shit My pimp to strong I ain't with your shit You going to make me split your shit Two things I ain't seen is this you a fony bitch I can't get Eyes on the ride yeah right shut the fuck...... [Chorus] ad libs (T.I.) Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch {*3X*} Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch {*3X*} Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch [MJG] Whole mack load it up hard as fine blow it up M-J-G I know you hoes and been exposed enough I cross a tree over bag a bitch in a toaster oven Slam dunk in pimpin and her sister if she close enough [Eightball] Look over hear open up the door and let it cook in hear Grab the mic a watch these niggaz tuck there tail and look in fear As I bust around with no shells inside in myself Lyrics like a conseled weapon sending you bitches straight to hell [MJG] Burning up just like in waco texas Heating up your neckless Scorching up your afro the devil coming at your Ass any hard one for niggaz who really want it M-J- fucking G with pussy and titties on it [Eightball] Them bitches love when they see pimping come up in it 24 inches under somethin smoking tinted Hustle hard for keep it cause I love to spend it Pimping love is when your style is when you love to hit it [Chorus] ad libs (T.I.) [Bun B] I came a long way from a posta posta Till I kosta nostra kept the toaster closer than I'm supposed to well I poast ya procha Ride like a roller coaster Pistol whip you hold ya throat then choke you like a croacha croacha rocha pull out a light and smoke you(damn) Pull my coat off I blessed man just streesed man Just still elementary just a glance couldn't learn it is hurting my chances Pack pistols just to blast it(blast it) I put it to second guessers I blast it it just to prove it(prove it) Mother fuckers get a moving(moving) I born into hustling I grew up tustlin Gave my muscle in and got into meeting my frail but hell I put my trust in My left and right hand grinding threw the night And I keep my family right and see some paper like a white man Balling in the ninth(and) we holding in the light(and) sippin on worthless sprite and you can call it what you like I call what the fuck I feel play the courts that fucking peel But we ain't sleeping till they free and pimping here that's the fucking drill [Chorus] to fade |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
[Verse One]
I been a menace to society Since when? Since menace to society Still refused to become a legitimate citizen quietly Felt like my labor hidin' me But here I am anyway I might be back to slangin' grams any day And if this record flop Well I'll be--back Wit' a bomb of heart Wit' C-Rod and the squad This whole industry's a façade Man this ain't real life Half these rappers don't know what sacrifice feel like Man these niggaz is all hype Not even rappin' on real mics They just get high and say whatever the fuck they feel like They make me feel like bustin' these niggaz one at a time And I'm still outbustin' these niggaz Hoe pick a rhyme [Chorus] Ay, what these other niggaz talkin' I don't believe that shit I'm the king 'cause I said it And I mean that shit Ay, what's so special 'bout him Ay, he ain't all that shit I set the city in fire Have you seen that shit? Ay, what these other niggaz talkin' I don't believe that shit I'm the king 'cause I said it And I mean that shit Ay, what's the big deal about him? He ain't even that shit I set the city on fire Have you seen that shit? [Verse Two] It's only five rappers outta Atlanta who bustin' And I'm one of 'em The other four, you know who you are But if you gotta think twice Well shawty you ain't nice Regardless of your publishing deal You can't write I'm the best thing left blowin' breath on the mic The king of the south Nothin' else will suffice You wanna bet? Well put yo' budget up Match the price Me and you like putting matches to ice You won't make it Before I had a deal I was still butt naked God signed this, like keeping' the Lord's promise The truth nigga Like Beenie's first LP You can do a song with N'Sync And couldn't outsell me I'm a legend in my own time A prophet in my own rhymes A king wit' a concubine [Chorus] Niggaz like you, a dime a dozen They come and go So why I'm runnin' now And I ain't never run before Grab choppers, cock 'em and blow Stoppin' the show Bet or owe 'em, droppin' the hoes You just keep watchin' the door Pop 'em, watch 'em drop to the floor Fluff his pockets and go Put a quarter block on his nose And a glock in his clothes He can keep his watches and gold For his momma to hold She'll be there buyin' the hoes Before the drama unfolds They know shawty outta control Got me hot as a stove Puttin' holes in yo' Girbaud Wettin' up yo' polos 44's and Callico's a black and a chrome lettin' loose and splackin' your dome hoppin' back in the Brougham known for kickin' in yo' door wavin' gats in yo' home clearin' it out I'm sorry I ain't hearin' you out You hearin' about The squad pumpin' Fe in your heart Because you know sacrifice Was near and dear to your heart [Chorus] (talking) Ay, my niggaz Y'all already know what it is T-I-P, Grand Hustle, Pimp Squad For life nigga Sanchez on the beat, dig this man I'ma keep it always pimpin' I'm stayin' down Y'all niggaz gone send yo' demos in Get cha little motherfuckin' deal Go sell records Nigga I got houses, I got blow, I got dro Nigga I got hoes, nigga I got property nigga What you wanna do nigga? Fuck y'all niggaz Come see about me if you don't like it King of da God damn south Rubberband man in this bitch Uh, oh, oh |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
Huh
Ok, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh Ay, Ok, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ok Come on [Repeat] [Verse 1] I never know whether I'm livin fo tomorrow or dyin fo today But either way I'm tryna move a hundred dymes in a day They sat that crime don't pay, but I'm gone stay on the grind in the A Wit the same ole j's I know the lames gone say that I done changed no way I'm in the gutta everyday tryna slang mo ya In the middle of the trap, we hang the dro blaze Niggaz in the trap ain't changed in 4 dayz Waitin on a page dat sayin the blow came Instead of us just finding mo ways to get paid Anyway, in the fire, I done been there homey Niggaz ball, niggaz die and ain't shit fair homey Dem crackers give ya some time and get to sit there homey My niggaz dyin, I'll see ya when I get there homey Ay, Born alone, die alone in life But right or wrong, folk it's on fo life Just be betta than me [Chorus] Shawty, the streets ain't the place to be I'm telling you cuz it's to late fo me Ay be betta than me Crack a slug nuttin betta to see then young niggaz wit a felony sheet So be betta than me I know ya mamma waitin faithfully on her baby to graduate ya see You way betta than me Betta than us, betta than this, take a chance nigga change some shit You could be betta than me [Verse 2] Ay, its rules in the game son, learn it young When dez hatas speak yo name man burn dey tongue Neva be ashamed of how ya live or where ya from You stack a mill, niggaz will see how far you come Without a gun, you got somethin'll make 'em bar you son That's a million dollar mind, why, dez niggaz is dumb-acap |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
YEA..
Dis for all my niggaz who think dey hard.. [laughing] You wanna know whats hard(whats hard pimp?) Goin about yo day nigga losin yo life at the end of it Now dats whats hard...(MINDING MY MUTHAFUCKING BUSINESS) Let me tell yall bout the last day I lived nigga [Verse] I'm in the 96 Impala with the gat in my lap Annihilating any nigga tryin to work in my trap Now see the feds got me tap'd So to keep 'em off of my bac I got a crib in the trap and a crib to relax Now my indictment was a secret and thats the way that they keep it If I aint have a hoe givin head to the feds Comin bac tellin me exactly what they said I'm a dead man walkin.. Waitin on time in jail But I'll die before I let 'em stop my mail Long as I got another ounce to sell What the hell I'ma bail? a grap my scale Get another key and I'ma slang my yayo Niggaz on the westside cant re-up becuz its a drought So I check the crack house.. DAMN it sold out So back to the crib so I can check this stash Aint sure about how much dope I had Got a couple keyz in the safe right now Weigh it up cook it up then chop it down Now I'm ready to go and pick up my fetti But before I leave the house I cant dip without grabbin my G'z And my keyz to my brand new V put 'em in pocket with the gat to see Niggaz pleeze nigga you holla bout freeze Put this red dot to ya ass and squeeze Now I'm dippin bac to the swats With the 4-4 and a plastic glock Turned around and I had to stop Couldnt trap swarn it wuz cops Standin there and I still aint scared Mac Boney nem must have fled Only cops is I fear is the feds On my car flashin blue and red Damn there dey go now its time to dip Got the 4-4 right my hip 9 millimeter wit a extra clip Dats what yall niggaz get fuckin round wit TIP Bustin at 'em N cussin at 'em but aint no shakin 'em Them bullets dat they wuz bustin at me my vest wuz takin 'em Makin dem pigs fall in pain Turned around cuz one call my name Took a hot one to the brain Yea I died but LONG LIVE THA GAME.. |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
(feat. Mac Boney)
This a trap This aint no album This aint no game This a trap (trap muzik) [Repeat 8x] [1st Verse] Welcome back to the trap Niggas back in the trap Wit another heavy chevy Big dope boys and trap All you rap niggas role out I trap when it's cold out Whack niggas flyin But I stay down to I'm sold out Cause down a hundred ground Like a rapping in a dope house Man wherever I be The feds got me scoped out Mother fucker let my nuts hang Block out the duc canes Cook it to it bubbles Doulble fast as a mustang I know you think you fuck man But little showty tuff man Been a long time Since a nigg from Alanta Spit this nuts game Thats a very few of real niggas So how could they give nigga The feelin that a real nigga Would get around a real nigga All they do is still niggas ideas And rhythm wit em Holla sumthin similar Talking bout the hood Like they hung in em I got a million rhythms Want em come get em What bitch you pussy nigga I'm just havin fun wit em [chorus repeat 8x] [verse 2] Still telling niggas I aint wholing I aint crolling When the 12 hit the corner I aint brolling I aint rolling Keep the coat stretch out Like Carl Louis Hamstring Stepped on like I'm working With the damn thing Drible baby aint seen What I do to a ounce of doe A whip man on my pager Like I pay you folks To whip somemoore I'm doper than the fluid cellur I flip it all up by myself I give my niggas recipes So they can turn to sumthin else They love to work Thats why I keep em comin Like conlasions plate We flip the cake We move this shit from Georgia Baby state to state Attemadate Niggas in the city Who've been moving weight Nobody loosing weight They fuck with us Cause you've been known to hate Demonstrate The way we turned the trout Out in '98 Sarted out in '95 Started out with nicks and dimes Niggas you done lost your mind Thinking you could set up shop Pimpin I respect the game Lets take this to another block [chorus repeat 8x] [outro talk] [outro verse] Pimp squad Showty still in the trap When I spot a scene hot With the man name Jon And the collad green pot On alot of straight hen And alot of green pot Compation in a range Like he gotta be stop Well maybe I will be But probably not Oh what the blood cloak You try to knock em out and he sock Listen to me I'm serious Thinkin how did he not End up way up On the top of Detroit If come where I was You gotta be pop And if you really want to pop And I rather be dropped Listen pops Want to know a little more About rap Firts rule this is real It aint just a record deal Its a trap [music continues] [music fades] |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
[T.I]
Hell no I cant quit Hell no man we got to much money to get shawti stay down grand hustle Look... IM this far from being a star and just that close to quittin I never should of came close to missing But I want to be a musician pimpin not a politician listen feel my position this a rough transition Plus I'm way to deep in the game to be trying to change From fortune and fame and glamour I could be in the slammer Or six feet under Atlanta its a blessing to breath I walk the streets with seven felonies I'm blessed to be free Long as somebody up in heaven who keep blessing the G T.I.P is still be blessing CD's so haters you can see these Cause I'm back now with something to prove everything to gain pimpin nothing to lose I oughta start smackin niggas when there's nothing to do They to big shoot em in the leg and even the odds cause you aint hard Less you round with captain C ROD Trap with KT and brawl with JR Fuck hoes with DP broke bread with JG Switch labels like KP poofa did all that to me even Though I'd rather go back to slangin drugs an shit This a gang of niggas and bitches really love this shit [Chorus] I Can't Quit Even though Police's hate on legit And rappers hate it cause they know I'm the shit Hell naw I cant quit Some niggas hatin on the money I'm getting Most of them hatin cause im fuckin they bitch Naw pimpin I can't quit Some niggas hatin on the rocks and the rings Some of them hate cause they dont think I'm the king Hell naw i cant quit People hate it when you better then them They ain't hate start worrying then Hey I'm winning I cant quit [T.I] Ten years an album and two deals fo' real we all know I should of sold two million at least It's all good though I flow for the streets I do it for yall every weekend see who in the mall Still in the traps signing your shirts given you doubt Kikin it with ya' then get yo' and your folk into the club Holes of the pictures where girls gave kisses and hugs Hold and I look at the show passing niggas the drove One of the realist rappers niggas will know But niggas be hatin to the point where they be calling the station But they respect it cause I'm ready and focused Then I see they panties an vocals, I want you to know This the closest you know this Niggas in the game ain't real got to stay sellin records cause the fame ain't shit And fuck the units that they name will sell They'll break your hearts and see your favorite rappers lame as hell [Chorus] [T.I] Some of the people some of time times Some of you rhyme but might not like one of them lines I tell you, I let you criticize me one of them times Those of you that think I'm to cocky get in front of the line Whether you don't like my ego or my arrogant flow Don't like it when you say im tyte I say I already know Don't like how I was talkin shit before my album blowed Think I need to calm it down become more like the average Joe So, fuck yo' little thoughts and that little house you think I'm in Get a Benz i value your opinion then think i give a fuck how many times my record spins Well what you recommend, I'm back again [Chorus] |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
[Intro]
Ay, where the piano at shawty? Y'all ain't neva seen a dope boy play the piano and rap at the same time have you? I'ma show you somethin', dig this.. [Verse 1] I'm 22 and a vet in the game Say I'm, supercoo', still a threat at the same Time, rhyme bout the times I invested in 'caine Pleasure and pain in every aspect of the game I'm the answer to yo prayers if you prayin' for change So, I dare you compare us and say we the same When I'm, climbin' the ladder, they stuck in the same Mindframe, they accomplishments are nothin' to gain Eventually, see I'm outta yo range Except this rose gold glow from my wrist and my chain I entertain young niggaz who slang Like a picture, no frame, see it's simple and plain My shit bang, spit flames, put niggaz to shame Flow so insane, lyrics STICK IN YO BRAIN Now you can't, mention my city unless you mention my name T-I-P-I-M-P, I'm the man [Chorus] Ay be easy - you don't want no trouble with me Just be easy - the drama ain't nothin' to me Ay be easy - before you have problems just breathe Ay be easy - you ain't worth dyin', believe me Just be easy - you don't want yo mama to grieve Be easy - well mind yo bizness, don't bother the G Be easy - swear you stuntin' but you frontin' to me Be easy - behind the scenes or behind yo ? Ay, be easy [Verse 2] STEADILY kissin' ass when I came to leave Set the standard for Atlanta, rearranged the lead Okay, so what tha fuck is fame to me? I been plottin' since kindergarten, you'z a lame to me I give the niggaz what they came to see A reflection of one self where they aim to be As you can see it ain't no change in me And you won't meet another nigga off the chain as me I'm so fly, no lie, don't deny it, ya feel it So inspired by my style, decided to try it yoself Bet you won't, meet nobody ranked as high as myself The checks you waitin' on, homes, I can sign them myself Tote gats, dro smoked that, now I'm high Seats way back in the Maybach I ride Through the streets of the westside, I slap five And throw dubs, show love, nigga HATE ME NAH [Repeat Chorus] [T.I. talking ("Be easy" in the background)] What it iz pimp? T.I.P., Trap Muzik, understand that? Grand Hustle pimp! Ay, whus hattnin' Toomp? Let's ride out homie! What it iz mayne? P$C, Pimp Squad Click, shawty! Uh, uh... A-Town... stay down.. Keep it pimpin', pimpin'! |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
[Verse 1]
I'm either running for my life or I'm just waiting to die I'm the supplier of the fire if you're chasing a high It's never, when or why, it's the way that he die Did he stand like a man till the day that he die Or was he reaching for guns or trying to run Or was he outside on the lawn in front of his son And if ya, running your mouth you can die in the slum Cuz in the, south where I'm from they dying for crumbs You can die for your Patna's or die for ya moms Or you could die cuz your nigga just heard the alarm, just stealing Or die in a plane they say it's a bomb When they run it into a tower, they just say it's Saddam Screaming Allah the moment that it's hitting the building With total disregard for all men women and children See niggaz get killed when, people mix they money with feelings I'm filling my money up in the wall some in the ceiling I'm just one of the millions of niggaz who ? It's a war going on and they killing for nothing We were in denial all awhile they where flicking the buttons I'd rather be dying for something instead of living for nothing End of discussion [Chorus] Hey, ain't no more talk Just start killing niggaz off till ain't no more chalk Or no mo' tape, to outline no mo' scenes Or no mo' crimes, no mo' dying for no mo' phenes Or no mo' rims and thing's and no mo' green And no mo' chains and ring's that go bling bling And no mo' passionate rapping and so it seems It's just these talent less rappers they all acting And I know, so ain't no mo' talk Just start killing niggaz off till ain't no mo' chalk Or no mo' tape, to outline no mo' scenes Or no mo' crimes, no mo' dying for no mo' phenes Or no mo' rims and thing's and no mo' green And no mo' chains and ring's that go bling bling And no mo' passionate rapping and so it seems It's just these talent less rappers they all acting And I know [Verse 2] Yeah they said it wasn't no mo' green for no mo' grind No mo' room for no mo' kings and no more crown to be given but by no means Am I any more conceited than this game needed And if I say it believe it, I'm running the region, you see it Popping and blowing, I'm stopping I'm going I'm just, telling, you knowing, you sleeping, or hating And I don't care what you niggaz is thinking or saying About, you know who, the one who say you know what, do you know where But you the best cuz you goin' care Now I ain't think so either, but we know greed'll make ya Do strange thang's if we ain't people And if ya, busting bout nothing, than we ain't equal You just cussing for nothing and poisoning people And it's embarrassing laughing at all of your songs And you can hate me right now but you'll miss me 'fore long, when I'm gone [Chorus] |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
[T.I. - talking]
Ay I'm working here, know what I'm saying Try to put yourself in my shoes for a second Its not personal I'm just sayin though [Verse 1] Ay look From when the moon came out 'till the sun came up I was supplyin the days when where they flame up Our mamas passing, by trying to explain us Pissing in the bushes like they never house trained us But, try to understand thats how we came up You get to know us, you'll love us but you can't change us (naw) Really we rather be rich and famous But in the mean time were forced to slang dust 'Dro or crack cocaine, Penicillin to Rogaine Ecstacy, Viagra, whatever'll get the dough mayne Im tired of people mis-representing my dough mayne Oh you think we out here killing for nothing, hustling for no gain (picture that) [Hook] (sample playing in the background) Hey man I'm just doing my job Hey lady, don't mind me I'm just doing my job I don't wanna make your life more harder, I'm just doin my job You live here, I work here I'm doing my job [Verse 2] I don't know if you don't know, don't care or can't see Every time something up in the hood, it ain't me And I ain't always up to no good and know the crease And we ain't always gotta pass through the hood without speaking (how you doing) We ain't out here threatining your lives, raping your children We just out here staying alive, making a million (you know) Working hard, trying to survive chasing a mill-ion You hear us talking loud, just think of this is chamelion React to the situations, but accusations is still ??? and rise in your house, I mean you just hurting my feelings (maaan) We got lives, we wanna live nice too We got moms, dads, wise kids just like you But I ??? a few, its hell in high school When your helping with the rent lights and the gas bill too So before you go judging us loving us won't hurt Yeah under 25, staying alive is hard work [Hook] [Verse 3] And for you to see what I'm saying, open eyes will help If you could think about somebody besides yourself Why you pointing fingers at me, analyze yourself Quit all that chastising and try to provide some help Instead of calling the law, you busting my balls With all due respect, we don't even need to be fucking with y'all (maan) And we can't help it cause it is like this We don't like it no more than you that we live like this Hallway, stuck in the grass summertime to wintertime Cutting school to sell fifty dimes by dinner time See everything we know we learned from the streets Since thirteen I've been hustling and earning my keep [Hook] |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
[Chorus] (T.I.)
[Jazze Pha] Hey, let's get away and get a room on the other side of town Hey shawty, I was feenin' for you (Was you thinkin' of me, ay, ay...) [Girl] Hey, let's get a room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down (Whachu would do?) Hey daddy, I was feenin' for you [Verse 1] Bet they be like "I know he tired of the nightlife He want a wife, he just lookin' for the right type" Yea right, I be ridin' through the city lights My hat bent, gettin' high behind the 'lac tint I'm chilllin' with Brazilian women, heavy accents They black friends translatin', got'em all ass naked, adjacent Have relations wit'em many places Leavin' semen in they British faces Make'em kiss they partners with it in they faces Young pimpin' sprung women 'cross the 50 states Got young ladies requestin' "What's Yo Name" on 50 stations Askin' me what's a pussy popper, want a demonstration But I ain't waitin' til the second date, I'm so impatient Relieve'em of they aggravation, take'em rollerskatin' On them Dayton's, tell'em "Baby, stick with me, you goin' places" Go replace'em, draw erase'em out my memory Moist panties and wet sheets when they think of me [Chorus] (T.I.) [Girl] Hey, let's get away and a room on the other side of town Hey daddy, I was feenin' for you (Was you thinkin' of me? Ay, sing it for me, pimpin') [Jazze Pha] Hey, let's get a room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down (Tell'em shawty) Yea baby, I was feenin' for you [Verse 2] Yo, yo... uh.. From Miami to Cali, from Vegas to Jersey Got'em in Houston, Virginia, New Orleans, ya heard me? All the classy ones like to act like they a virgin And the nasty ones like when I talk to'em dirty But I'm breakin' the ice, got'em laughin' and flirtin' They be, removin' they skirts when they hop in the 'burban Once the flick start playin' and the E start kickin' in Her girlfriend lickin' and she beggin' me to stick it in That's why, I like chillin' with women who like women Lightskinned... Asians, Jamaicans and white women Indians, Italians, Haitians and Puerto Ricans They be itchin' for they chance and waitin' in me to freak'em They say.. [Chorus] (T.I.) [Girl] Hey, let's get away and a room on the other side of town Hey daddy, I was feenin' for you (Was you thinkin' of me? Ay, tell'em for me, pimpin') [Jazze Pha] Hey, let's get a room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down (Ay, listen to me) Yea baby, I was feenin' for you (Was you thinkin' of me?) [Verse 3] Excuse me shawty, but I been watchin' you now for a while Yo whole style, from yo toes to the way that you smile And I hope you ain't offended by the way that this sounds But uhh... all I keep thinkin' bout is layin' you down And I'm, keepin' it pimpin', I ain't playin' around Ain't got that kinda time cuz this the only day I'm in town So come and, chill in the cut if you willin' to cut And when you, give me a hug I be feelin' yo butt Now so while for while we talkin', I'm fillin' yo cup We killin' the bottle, wake up in dirty linen tomorrow But tell me would it trouble you if we ended up at the W- Sippin' on a malibu pine apple juice and a blunt or two Now whachu wanna do? Opportunity's right in front of you Know you used to meetin' dudes, dodgin'em for a month or two But young pimpin' spit linen to the young women I'm T.I.P., known as pussy popper to some women [Chorus] (T.I.) [Jazze Pha] Hey, let's get away and get a room on the other side of town Hey shawty, I was feenin' for you (Was you thinkin' of me... ay, ay...) [Girl] Hey, let's get a room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down Hey daddy, I was feenin' for you (Oh yea... c'mon, tell'em) [Girl] Hey, let's get away and get a room on the other side of town Hey daddy, I was feenin' for you (Shit I'm on my way) [Jazze Pha] Hey, let's get a room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down Yea baby, I was feenin' for you [Jazze Pha talking] Whoa whoa whoa.. Ladies and gentlemen This... is a Jazze Phizzle, T.I. collaborangelle.. King of the south! Oh boy! Jazze Phizzle, T.I., Grand Hustle daddy! So smooth... futuristic.. Pimps up daddy! |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Money, hoes, cars and clothes That's how all my niggaz know Blowin dro, twenty-fo' That's how all my niggaz roll [T.I.] In a drop top chevy with the roof wide open My partners looking at me to see if my eyes open Cause I've been drankin, and I've been smokin Flying down 285 but I'm focused Four fifty four's, I race Porsches White leather seats, as fresh as Air Forces Doing bout a hundred but the track still bumping Number 8 on N.W.A., "Straight Outta Compton" Pull up at your apartment sitting on 20 somethings And the dope boys hollin "what's hapnin", kid runnin in The clicks start dancin and the broads start choosin And the cars been parked but the rims keep movin Sign pictures by the hundred, to the youngins in the hood Cause I ain't hollywood, I come from the hood I'm used to it, if your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating 24 inch Daytons got the Chevrolet shaking [Chorus] [T.I.] I'll make a mill' and I'm satisfied, I'll get the rest Underaged civilian in the tigthest ride, I want the best I refuse to get a 9 to 5, I'm a flip my ki's Been payin my dues since eighty-nine, trying to get my cheese Diamonds gleam when I'm on the scene, they know its me Ain't no dream or no fantasy (biitch) it's T-I-P Brought busting, like a baby do a blanket Five karat VVS's on my motherfucking pinkie Half of Hennessy and Belvedere What we dranking, pimp squad send for broads What the hell you niggaz thinkin Young nigga spendin weekends on the islands in the fall 24 inch rim shining when I'm riding cause I'm ballin I'm calling out shots like a pool shark My tools spark in the dark when I fool marks Y'all fools hearts in the wrong place at the wrong time I got a strong mind to grab my chrome nine And shoot at your ass for a long time But I'm a get that ass hauled off, fuck around with the click they'll be lookin for your dick wit a stick Nigga y'all soft, so y'all lost, cause I'ma ball at all costs Spit game at a dame, make her ride on this thang 'til she falls off and sucks balls off, I got the [Chorus] [T.I.] I'm not boucing little shorty, I'm relaxing right now I probably still be trappin if I wasnt rapping right now Bragging about pistols at the house, I want 'em strapped right now Keep on talkin folk, I'll lay you on your back right now Want ta act right now, get smacked right now I'm a buck a motherfucker, I don't know to back down Clown down here fakin, frontin Talkin bout what you makin - nothin I'm 21 and 10 years deep, that shit to me ain't nothin I'm raised by the niggaz gettin head from the jays Lose your leg when I spray, end up dead from the 'K Stay ready for the raid, paid heavy from the yae I told my class to kiss my ass, I smoke 11 everyday [Chorus] - (fades) |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
[Chorus]
Ay, who I'm is? Rubber band man Wild as the Taliban 9 in my right, 45 in my other hand Who I'm is? Call me trouble man, always in trouble man Worth a couple hundred grand, Chevys, all colors man [Verse 1] Rubber band man, like a one man band Treat these niggaz like the Apollo, and I'm the sandman Tote a hundred grand canon in the waistband Look'n fo' a sweet lick? well this is the wrong place man Seven tyme felon, what I care 'bout a case man? I'm campaignin' to bury the hate, so say yo' grace man Ay, I don't talk behind a nigga back, I say it in his face I'm a thoroughbred nigga, I don't fake and I don't hate Check my resume nigga, my record's impeccable Anywhere in the A nigga how TIP is highly respectable And the M-I-A nigga I'm tryna keep it professional 'Cause all this tongue rastling finna have me snap'n, I'm tell'n you From the bottom of the Duval, Cakalacky to New York And everybody show'n me love that's one to you all Yeah, to all my Florida niggaz, my Cakalacky niggaz, my LA niggaz [Chorus 2x] [Verse 2] Call me trouble man, stay'd in some trouble man Some niggaz still hate'n on shawty so, they some suckas man Got a couple fans that love to do nothing other than Lick, suck, show no 'spect, but still I love 'em man Dig it, lil' pimpin' got the mind and the muscle Stay down on his grind put the crown on the hustle Ay, I could show ya how to juggle anything and make it double Weed, blow, reel estate, liquor sto' wit' no trouble Young Cassius clay of my day Marvin gaye of my tyme Tryna stay alive, live'n how I say in my rhymes My cousin used to tell me, take this shyt a day at a tyme And told me Friday died, Sunday we a day in the ground I still smile 'cause somehow I know he see'n me now And so I'm doing all my shows just like he in the crowd Ay, throw ya lightas up for my cousin Toot, (Rest In Peace) Aaliyah, Left Eye and Jam Master Jay. [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3] Grand hustle man mo' hustles than hustle man But why the rubber band? it representin' the struggle man My folk gon' trap, until they come up wit' another plan Stack and crumble bread to get theyself off they momma land Gangstas who been servin, since you was do'n the run'n man Went down, did 10, back 'round and rich again That's why I'm young wit' the soul of a ole man I'm shell shocked, get shot slow ya roll man Still ryde around with the glock on patrol man I ain't robbing, I'm just lookin for that dro' man For ma niggaz slangin blow, pimpin' hoes Rollin vogues, 24's Let these other niggaz know [Chorus 2x] |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
[ad lib]
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay You think them niggaz is hot Well shawty look what I got (nigga look what I got) You think I'm lying nigga Look what I got Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Shawty look what I got Ay, pimpin look what I got Look what I got My nigga look what I got [Verse One] Big wheels still spin when I stop Presidential roll, gold rolex watch With no rocks I save them for the pinky Keep you niggaz blinkin' He ain't wearin' platinum, Naw But I keep you niggaz thinking Mink seats sure to keep a nigga sinkin' Swear he ain't slangin' But I know that nigga creepin' Got a condo, in Orlando For the weekend Homes be so crunk in the club We gotta sneak in No more room in the V.I.P They payin' just to peek in When they leave They be lookin in a car They can't even see in And that's just the Be-gin-ning In the city that he in He was rappin' in the cafeteria But now that nigga serious Heard he got a CL, a EXT on Spreewells Several Chevy's on 24's (Hold up), "how many records he sell?" Man I don't know But he got a label now Them boys, the PSC (hell) I heard Atlantic gave 'em a deal for 2 or 3 mill. (ay, shawty) (for real nigga?) [chorus] Look what I got A old school, a truck and a drop So next time you think them niggaz is hot Shawty, look what I got The respect of the niggaz and G's So next time you say them niggaz is G's You probably lookin' at me A what, we ballin' Bought the bar for the broads So next time you think them niggaz is hard Shawty, look at the squad I'm buyin' yachts, have the streets on lock So next time you think yo' peeps on top Pimpin, look what I got [Verse Two] I'm well known in the hood Like the dope man phone number Roll anything I can throw some 24's under Nigga talk bad 'bout the man But I shole wonder Why the dope boys fuck with 'em And the hoes love 'em Very little promotions on this album Never heard of 'em But it's jammin' like the fuck Was jumpin' out the stores 'cause I was born in the raid and I'm made in the streets I done played in the days In the shade in the streets I say I rapped in the trap With the best in the streets Shot craps in the back You know the rest, nigga please You doin' business with me You best invest in some skills I sell slopes of snow I don't fuck with little blow nigga Got 80 k's, it's gone take a little more (to what?) To double up and bring it back And make a little more (You movin' slow) And movin slow, now what you take a nigga for? I'ma cock hammers and 44's And nail yo ass to the floor And I ain't braggin', I'm just letting niggaz know 'cause the media and radio can get a nigga so Fucked up Comparin' me to these niggaz little flow I do a song Fuck up they whole little show (so shawty) [chorus] |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
[Chorus] 2X
Don't hate me shawty But even if you hate me shawty I still love you And now I only wish that you could See that my intentions were good I still love you [Verse 1] Forgave me once, forgave me twice, forgave me three times I stayed lyin', you stayed down in the meantime Had my son and turned around and had another one I broke yo heart when I told you bout the other one I stay in trouble ha? Ain't got too much to loose Knew I could loose it all but never thought of losin' you Eleven years ago I still regret me choosin' you Meetin' you, pursuin' you and doin' you in '92 You fixed plates, showed yo face at every courtdate And all you wanted me to do was call when I was out late How could I let you go? I thought I knew it all When you deserved the best and more, you been through it all You think I sold yo dreams, but what I say I mean Just take it to consideration, I was 17 I'm still the same man, just had a change of plan Never ask you back and fuck a wedding band But I still love you Repeat Chorus 1 w/ ad libs [Verse 2] Went from resentin' you, hatin' you, now I'm missin' you On the realest shit I ever dropped, dissin' pops I never even thought, to ask my mom what happened Just knew that you was livin' in Manhattan and I was trappin' We never had a chance, we was in different states But all forgiven, you was human and we make mistakes You tried to make it up, but shit, you couldn't pay enough You sent me tons of toys and clothes thinkin' you gave enough But it wasn't though, and you wasn't there That's all I knew, so I grew up thinkin' you ain't care I know it wasn't fair, but ay, it wasn't fun But now what's done is done, no matter wha, I'm still yo son I could care less if none of yo other children come I'ma be right there prayin' you live to be a million one Finally I understand, hustlin', livin' fast Tryin' to get the cash and settle down and be a dad You probably never knew, cuz hey, I never said it But pops, I'm just like you, I'm stubborn and I'm hardheaded But now you dead in the ground, no meanin' tellin' you now But all I wanted was for you to be proud I still love you [Chorus] Don't hate me shawty If I ain't told you lately shawty I still love you Now I only wish that I could See that yo intentions were good I still love you Don't hate me shawty Please don't hate me shawty Ay, I still love you And now I only wish that I could See that yo intentions were good (Watch yo boy, shawty) [Verse 3] How could I criticize my daddy on that last verse Lookin' at my own dirt, you got some nerve But be that as it may, I got some shit to say It's been a secret, I can't keep it for another day I got a lil' girl, not just two lil' boys And that's been killin' me inside, eatin' me alive And I can't find the words, nor the nouns or verbs To express whachu deserve, girl you worth the world But I'm a man and I ain't perfect, if you hear me now I'll tell you wha had happened, when, why, where and how Me and yo mama met, we kinda kicked it off But we wasn't 'posed to have a baby, we just chillin' out We had a lot in common, almost the same signs Same goals, said thangs at the same time But then we destroyed the situation like the a changed mind How could I look her in her eyes and holla "Dat ain't mine" Her stomach gettin' bigger, and time is gettin' close Six, seven, eight, nine months and I ain't told mah folks Not just messiah mama, hell, I had told yo granny Three kids in two years, baby, daddy panicked But I ain't ashamed of you, I'm more ashamed of me It's not at all yo fault, you'd be better off blamin' me But now I realize, where the problem lies Forgive me babygirl, I apologize And I still love you [Chorus] 2X Don't hate me shawty Please don't hate me shawty Cuz I still love you Now I only wish that you could See that my intentions were good |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
wanna be your man...
lady, let me tell you why... i know what you thinking..first he can't be my man now he wanna be my man..i wish this nigga make his mind up right? aye,now what i got to say (say) sealed with a kiss (kiss)... know i can't be your man why i feel like this what i need with a woman when i live like this different chicks running in and out the crib like this maybe 5, maybe 6,7,8 will be enough plus the twins make 10, but for yo i'd give it up walking out in rare form..purple and linen up its hard fr me to discuss what i invisioned for us lots of trust and a crib worth a couple million plus so what if i got a past and labled a dirt bag by the many hearts i've broken and woman i hurt bad might i add chistian diors and vert jags a part of the package still far from a marriage its easy to lose battles that why hearts just stop caring when the attraction is aparent its hard to stop staring hey baby let me tell you something come here and let me tell you something (lady,let m tell you why...said i can't live my life without you... aye,if i can get a little bit of your time shawty i got some shit i want to get off my mind and i know you get enough of niggas hollarin ya fine intruductions and interruptions man them partners of mine, my bad i know you think im probably lying and i stop and conversate with ladies all of the time man,look but half of that shit is all in your mind they say you should follow your heart and im following mine hey,but anyway when i see your face im thinking 3 or 4 days in montego bay at the half room, but i know she gone say i already have too many hoes i know, but if i had you all the doe i blow wanna 11 carat trinks stones trimmed in gold i wanna be the reason that you showin your teeth without a worry in the world when you rollin with me ,aye hey baby lett me tell you something come here i need to tell you something (lady, let me tell you why...said i can't live my life without you... lady,let me tell you why...said i can't live my life without you (naw baby, naw baby)wanna be your man lady,lady,lady,lady,let me tell you why...i can't live my life tell you why (my,my,my life) wanna be your man lady. let me tell you why... said i can't live my life without you wanna be your man |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
(Rap Verse: T.I. + (T.I.P. alter ego)
I wanna talk to you shawty (Why?) 'Cause you be trippin' sometimes (Man I'm just trying stay true to what I say in my rhymes) It ain't a doubt in my mind, but you got a lot on the line You need to think 'bout yo' actions (Why?) You be overreactin' (Maaaan) Look at Cap and K.T. listen to K.P. (What about 'em; where the fuck this shit come from?) Or to a J.G. to your mama or D.P Or somebody shawty shit you be makin' me sick (Nigga fuck you!) You'd be a motherfuckin' fool if you blow this lick (Alright alright) This the chance of a lifetime, you know this shit Remember what Jarmel told us "stay focused Tip" (I remember nigga) (Man but they be tryin' me shawty) Niggaz be tryin' you how? Ay let them tell it, you was just another guy in the crowd (Naw, but they be talkin' too loud) Man you be listenin' too hard Just pay these niggaz no attention and keep fuckin' they broads (Alright) I know you harder than these niggaz (Yeah) and smarter than these niggaz (Yeah) More heart than these niggaz (Yeah) Quit worryin' 'bout thses niggaz (Ay man fuck these niggaz I'm from Bankhead and I don't know where you stayed at) (But talkin' sideways behind my back, I never played that) (Since you become a payed cat T.I. you been so layed back) (I wonder where lil' bad ass Tip from back in the day at) Man that nigga had to stay back there so we could be that Nigga on TV and FYI we got the P back Hold up shawty freeze Jack (What?) "Lame" I'll never be that (Yeah OK) Changed my name a thousand times and still a G believe that (Oh yeah good we go Ki's) (That nigga from overseas back) You see what I be sayin' 'bout this nigga (What man? Shit) I don't believe that You ain't listenin' is ya? You got issues I got kids, 2 boys a lil' girl (Ay I know nigga they my kids too) You know it's one false move and it's back to the big house The judge told our ass "one more time" and we ain't gettin' out (I wouldn't say that) Be thinkin' 'bout standin' outside in the sunshine (Ho) Watchin' nigga's heads get buck for cuttin' the lunchline Ay shawty you ain't 'posed to make the same mistake more than one time (And I ain't made the same mistake twice since uh '99) Please, boy stop don't get me started fool it's not the time And let's just do this shit my way get paid and have a lot of time Plenty fine bitches, who gon' pull shawty you is? (Man you know Tip got the hoes) And Tip hoes got gold teeth (What that mean? What you tryna say nigga?) Mine got jobs, good credit and they own features (And mine boost clothes, sell 'dro, got the blow cheap) (I guess it's just depend on what ya like fool) That's right fool (And I was just kiddin' 'bout them kites fool) Heh, alright fool (I'm really glad we had a chance to sit it down and rap a tad) (I admit you had a couple points, sometimes I act a ass) Ay but it is so important to keep it real though just like ya said No record deal, no amount of mil' shall go to my head (And with that said can't nobody tell us shit, so fuck the hatin') How many niggaz real enough to stand and give theyself a straightenin'? |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
(feat. 8-Ball, MJG & Bun-B)
[Intro] Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch {*3X*} Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch {*3X*} Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch {*3X*} Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch [T.I.] I came up bumping Eazy-E, Cube, and Dre (Scarface, OutKast what's happening niggaz) Eightball MJG UGK They raised me like santa raised cee I always made the money, money never made me Break me what this bitch you crazy You seen with the freaks don't think she never paid me Pimpin get a bitch, break a bitch, hit a bitch, shake a bitch Spit game till I make this shit turn these tricks and get me rich Lick his ass suck my dick bring me back my niggaz quick Who you think you fucking with I'm serious about this pimpin shit All the niggaz I kick it with looking for a richer bitch Get this bitch to take this trick for pounds of weed bricks and shit Broke bitch you get your shit Before I get another bitch who could fix your shit My pimp to strong I ain't with your shit You going to make me split your shit Two things I ain't seen is this you a fony bitch I can't get Eyes on the ride yeah right shut the fuck...... [Chorus] ad libs (T.I.) Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch {*3X*} Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch {*3X*} Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch [MJG] Whole mack load it up hard as fine blow it up M-J-G I know you hoes and been exposed enough I cross a tree over bag a bitch in a toaster oven Slam dunk in pimpin and her sister if she close enough [Eightball] Look over hear open up the door and let it cook in hear Grab the mic a watch these niggaz tuck there tail and look in fear As I bust around with no shells inside in myself Lyrics like a conseled weapon sending you bitches straight to hell [MJG] Burning up just like in waco texas Heating up your neckless Scorching up your afro the devil coming at your Ass any hard one for niggaz who really want it M-J- fucking G with pussy and titties on it [Eightball] Them bitches love when they see pimping come up in it 24 inches under somethin smoking tinted Hustle hard for keep it cause I love to spend it Pimping love is when your style is when you love to hit it [Chorus] ad libs (T.I.) [Bun B] I came a long way from a posta posta Till I kosta nostra kept the toaster closer than I'm supposed to well I poast ya procha Ride like a roller coaster Pistol whip you hold ya throat then choke you like a croacha croacha rocha pull out a light and smoke you(damn) Pull my coat off I blessed man just streesed man Just still elementary just a glance couldn't learn it is hurting my chances Pack pistols just to blast it(blast it) I put it to second guessers I blast it it just to prove it(prove it) Mother fuckers get a moving(moving) I born into hustling I grew up tustlin Gave my muscle in and got into meeting my frail but hell I put my trust in My left and right hand grinding threw the night And I keep my family right and see some paper like a white man Balling in the ninth(and) we holding in the light(and) sippin on worthless sprite and you can call it what you like I call what the fuck I feel play the courts that fucking peel But we ain't sleeping till they free and pimping here that's the fucking drill [Chorus] to fade |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
[Verse One]
I been a menace to society Since when? Since menace to society Still refused to become a legitimate citizen quietly Felt like my label hidin' me But here I am anyway I might be back to slangin' grams any day And if this record flop Well I'll be--back Wit' a bomb of hard Wit' C-Rod and the squad This whole industry's a facade Man this ain't real life Half these rappers don't know what sacrifice feel like Man these niggaz is all hype Not even rappin' on real mics They just get high and say whatever the fuck they feel like They make me feel like bustin' these niggaz one at a time And I'm still outbustin' these niggaz Hoe pick a rhyme [Chorus] Ay, what these other niggaz talkin' I don't believe that shit I'm the king 'cause I said it And I mean that shit Ay, what's so special 'bout him Ay, he ain't all that shit I set the city in fire Have you seen that shit? Ay, what these other niggaz talkin' I don't believe that shit I'm the king 'cause I said it And I mean that shit Ay, what's the big deal about him? He ain't even that shit I set the city on fire Have you seen that shit? [Verse Two] It's only five rappers outta Atlanta who bustin' And I'm one of 'em The other four, you know who you are But if you gotta think twice Well shawty you ain't nice Regardless of your publishing deal You can't write I'm the best thing left blowin' breath on the mic The king of the south Nothin' else worth a fight You wanna bet? Well put yo' budget up Match the price Me and you like putting matches to ice You won't make it Before I had a deal I was still butt naked God signed this, like keeping' the Lord's promise The truth nigga Like Beenie's first LP You can do a song with N'Sync And couldn't outsell me I'm a legend in my own time A prophet in my own rhymes A king wit' a concubine [Chorus] Niggaz like you, a dime a dozen They come and go So why I'm runnin' now And I ain't never run before Grab choppers, cock 'em and blow Stoppin' the show Bet or owe 'em, droppin' the hoes You just keep watchin' the door Pop 'em, watch 'em drop to the floor Fluff his pockets and go Put a quarter block on his nose And a glock in his clothes He can keep his watches and gold For his momma to hold She'll be there buyin' the hoes Before the drama unfolds They know shawty outta control Got me hot as a stove Puttin' holes in yo' Girbaud Wettin' up yo' polos 44's and Callico's a black and a chrome lettin' loose and splackin' your dome hoppin' back in the Brougham known for kickin' in yo' door wavin' gats in yo' home clearin' it out I'm sorry I ain't hearin' you out You hearin' about The squad pumpin' Fe in your heart Because you know sacrifice Was near and dear to your heart [Chorus] [talking] Ay, my niggaz Y'all already know what it is T-I-P, Grand Hustle, Pimp Squad For life nigga Sanchez on the beat, dig this man I'ma keep it always pimpin' I'm stayin' down Y'all niggaz gone send yo' demos in Get cha little motherfuckin' deal Go sell records Nigga I got houses, I got blow, I got dro Nigga I got hoes, nigga I got property nigga What you wanna do nigga? Fuck y'all niggaz Come see about me if you don't like it King of da God damn south Rubberband man in this bitch Uh, oh, oh |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
[Intro]
Huh Ok, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh Ay, Ok, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ok Come on [Repeat] [Verse 1] I never know whether I'm livin fo tomorrow or dyin fo today But either way I'm tryna move a hundred dymes in a day They sat that crime don't pay, but I'm gone stay on the grind in the A Wit the same ole j's I know the lames gone say that I done changed no way I'm in the gutta everyday tryna slang mo ya In the middle of the trap, we hang the dro blaze Niggaz in the trap ain't changed in 4 dayz Waitin on a page dat sayin the blow came Instead of us just finding mo ways to get paid Anyway, in the fire, I done been there homey Niggaz ball, niggaz die and ain't shit fair homey Dem crackers give ya some time and get to sit there homey My niggaz dyin, I'll see ya when I get there homey Ay, Born alone, die alone in life But right or wrong, folk it's on fo life Just be betta than me [Chorus] Shawty, the streets ain't the place to be I'm telling you cuz it's to late fo me Ay be betta than me Crack a slug nuttin betta to see then young niggaz wit a felony sheet So be betta than me I know ya mamma waitin faithfully on her baby to graduate ya see You way betta than me Betta than us, betta than this, take a chance nigga change some shit You could be betta than me [Verse 2] Ay, its rules in the game son, learn it young When dez hatas speak yo name man burn dey tongue Neva be ashamed of how ya live or where ya from You stack a mill, niggaz will see how far you come Without a gun, you got somethin'll make 'em bar you son That's a million dollar mind, why, dez niggaz is dumb Yea they gon get outta line, but dez niggaz is scum They outta sight and outta mind 'til you visit the slum, stay down Stay on the grind and yo digits'll come, bottom line You gotta shine no matta what you become Dez streets is 40 percent of yo mind and 5 percent muscle 10 struggle, 10 time, and 35 percent hustle And trust if dey don't burry the scared, dey burry the dead When anticipatin pistol play, be very prepared And if you ain't, find somewhere to burry yo head Because them hot ones from the choppas tear ya body to shreds I said [Chorus] Shawty, the streets ain't the place to be I'm telling you cuz it's to late fo me Ay be betta than me Crack a slug nuttin betta to see then young niggaz wit a felony sheet So be betta than me I know ya mamma waitin faithfully on her baby to graduate ya see You way betta than me Betta than us, betta than this, take a chance nigga change some shit You could be betta than me [Verse 3] In a broke down Cadillac, ridin' high Not many trusts in this life either shine or die Ima live one of two ways, either grind or cry And Ima grind it out, even if I'm dyin it out Ain't got no mo than me, so what the fuck you lyin about That man right there, but ain't gon be when dey start findin out That that bullshit you be talkin ain't the real deal That ain't you blow, them ain't yo cars so how you really live See what you need to do is take a chilly-willy pill Go and chill yo ass out, fo dey deal yo ass out A bad hand from a mad man, in a mad clan All dem otha niggaz take a fall you gon take the last stand Gnawed in, sawed in, how everybody ball when everybody else is all in you don't know where to fall in? Need some Flaw Henn, I'm telling you shawty and don't be buyin none of dat bullshit sellin you shawty And all that otha shit they talkin is irrelevant shawty Tell 'em, show you the papa, fo dey show you the cable You see a whole different nigga when you open dem drables follow hatas nuttin holy can saves us Shawty be betta than me [Chorus] Shawty, the streets ain't the place to be I'm telling you cuz it's to late fo me Ay be betta than me Crack a slug nuttin betta to see then young niggaz wit a felony sheet So be betta than me I know ya mamma waitin faithfully on her baby to graduate ya see You way betta than me Betta than us, betta than this, take a chance nigga change some shit You could be betta than me [Repeat 1] |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
YEA..
Dis for all my niggaz who think dey hard.. [laughing] You wanna know whats hard(whats hard pimp?) Goin about yo day nigga losin yo life at the end of it Now dats whats hard...(MINDING MY MUTHAFUCKING BUSINESS) Let me tell yall bout the last day I lived nigga [Verse] I'm in the 96 Impala with the gat in my lap Annihilating any nigga tryin to work in my trap Now see the feds got me tap'd So to keep 'em off of my bac I got a crib in the trap and a crib to relax Now my indictment was a secret and thats the way that they keep it If I aint have a hoe givin head to the feds Comin bac tellin me exactly what they said I'm a dead man walkin.. Waitin on time in jail But I'll die before I let 'em stop my mail Long as I got another ounce to sell What the hell I'ma bail? a grap my scale Get another key and I'ma slang my yayo Niggaz on the westside cant re-up becuz its a drought So I check the crack house.. DAMN it sold out So back to the crib so I can check this stash Aint sure about how much dope I had Got a couple keyz in the safe right now Weigh it up cook it up then chop it down Now I'm ready to go and pick up my fetti But before I leave the house I cant dip without grabbin my G'z And my keyz to my brand new V put 'em in pocket with the gat to see Niggaz pleeze nigga you holla bout freeze Put this red dot to ya ass and squeeze Now I'm dippin bac to the swats With the 4-4 and a plastic glock Turned around and I had to stop Couldnt trap swarn it wuz cops Standin there and I still aint scared Mac Boney nem must have fled Only cops is I fear is the feds On my car flashin blue and red Damn there dey go now its time to dip Got the 4-4 right my hip 9 millimeter wit a extra clip Dats what yall niggaz get fuckin round wit TIP Bustin at 'em N cussin at 'em but aint no shakin 'em Them bullets dat they wuz bustin at me my vest wuz takin 'em Makin dem pigs fall in pain Turned around cuz one call my name Took a hot one to the brain Yea I died but LONG LIVE THA GAME.. |
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from T.I. - Urban Legend [single] (2005)
Better get on ya job, tell 'em, "Haters get on ya job, nigga" (Motivation)
Nigga, get on ya job, tell 'em, "Haters get on ya job, nigga" (Motivation) Haters better get on ya job, tell 'em, "Haters get on ya job, nigga" (It's motivation) Sucka nigga, get on ya job, if ya hatin,' get on ya job, nigga You can look me in my eyes, see I'm ready for whatever Anythang don't kill me make me better I ain't dead, nigga, you can take the fame and the cheddar Any game, any deal, I'm still a go-getter Take my freedom for the moment but it ain't forever I got the spirit of a god, heart of a dope dealer I'm a king, seen hangin' with some cold killas I ain't never back down or ran from no nigga I ain't sat down yet, pimp, standin' gorilla Even if I'm all alone or standin' four niggas Tell 'em jump, pimpin' it don't get no realer 5'9" with the soul of a 6'4" nigga I separated the fakes paralyzed from the waist down From the real stand-up guys of the A-Town Can't even look me in my eyes, put ya face down I'm outta jail, nigga, what you gotta say now? Motivation Niggas' fakin' only gonna inspire (Motivation) All ya hatin' is fuelin' my fire (It's motivation) Niggas plottin' on the crown soft droppin' (It's motivation) Hey but I ain't slowin' down and I ain't stoppin' (Motivation) Now nigga, don't stop my show (Motivation) You ain't know? I don't stop, I grow (It's motivation) Sucka niggas can't make me suffer Just make me stronger and make me tougher (Ay, ay, ay, ay, it's motivation) Me locked in a box, niggas happy to see Put anybody on top, any rapper but T.I.P. But back to reality G, ...O.D. still carryin' me, nigga I run this Spread ya rumors, kick all ya li'l dumb shit Tell lies, laugh 'bout the time that I'm gon' get If it make you feel better, picture me over and done with Punk bitch, come with all the gossip you can come with Small thang to a giant, I can overcome this Jail, out and done this, rap I'm just havin' fun with I could be a local joker, never have one hit Nigga, New Finish alone'll get me dumb rich Why these rappers sellin' records, gettin' pennies? If Grand Hustle sell any, I'ma get plenty If God with me, who could be against me, sucka? Can't make me suffer, just make me tougher Motivation Niggas' fakin' only gonna inspire (Motivation) All ya hatin' is fuelin' my fire (It's motivation) Niggas plottin' on the crown soft droppin' (It's motivation) Hey but I ain't slowin' down and I ain't stoppin' (Motivation) Now nigga, don't stop my show (Motivation) You ain't know? I don't stop, I grow (It's motivation) Sucka niggas can't make me suffer Just make me stronger and make me tougher (Ay, ay, ay, ay, it's motivation) Better get on ya job, tell 'em, "Haters get on ya job, nigga" (Motivation) Nigga, get on ya job, tell 'em, "Haters get on ya job, nigga" (Motivation) Haters better get on ya job, tell 'em, "Haters get on ya job, nigga" (It's motivation) Sucka nigga, get on ya job, if ya hatin,' get on ya job, nigga Motivation Niggas' fakin' only gonna inspire (Motivation) All ya hatin' is fuelin' my fire (It's motivation) Niggas plottin' on the crown soft droppin' (It's motivation) Hey but I ain't slowin' down and I ain't stoppin' (Motivation) Now nigga, don't stop my show (Motivation) You ain't know? I don't stop, I grow (It's motivation) Sucka niggas can't make me suffer Just make me stronger and make me tougher (Ay, ay, ay, ay, it's motivation) |
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from T.I. - Urban Legend [single] (2005)
ASAP ASAP ASAP
ASAP ASAP ASAP You niggas better exit ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP A-S-A-P A-S-A-P ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP A-S-A-P A-S-A-P ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP A-S-A-P A-S-A-P I'm on my grind, Grand Hustle, got the mind and the muscle 50 carats in the crown just to shine on you suckers Still tote the Glock .40 for the haters and the busters Fuck probation, if a nigga try to play me, I'ma bust 'im I don't need no security reachin' for my jewelry Get ya niggas popped quick, filled full of hot shit Fresh out the box, Tip hopped in a drop 6 Made a quarter mil in the pen gettin' stock tips Haters wanna stop Tip, mad 'cause they not Tip Ball every summer so ya baby mama jock Tip You don't want no drama, pimp, I promise I do not slip Chrome .45th hid well if the cops trip Bought my girl a Hummer with the chrome right in front of that Five carat stones with the platinum all up under that Rap beef, I ain't gonna participate in none of that I'm aimin' at yo fitted cap and you ain't gonna want none of that A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow 'im off the map ASAP Ask anybody who runnin' A.G., bet they finna say me ASAP Niggas hatin' on P$C get straightened ASAP A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow 'im off the map ASAP I know a lot of rappers don't like me, but they won't fight me Feds swear I sell dope, well why they won't indict me? Advances on the throne I ain't never taken lightly But all that tongue wrestlin' hatin' while I'm gone don't excite me How many rappers you know that can hold they own in Rice Street? Any steady talkin' on the cell phone nightly? In normal population, half the jail just like me Polices think I'm crazy, scared a nigga gone strike me Contrarily, a nigga tryin' me is unlikely They barkin don't bother me, I be bombin' 'fore they bite me They just shocked to see my rap's exactly how my life be Shiesty with a conversation quite pricey My fists so rocky and my wrist so icy Might be thrown off my rocker just slightly Feisty, flamin' hot temper don't ignite me I'm only gonna ask you "find the exit" once politely A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow 'im off the map ASAP Ask anybody who runnin' A.G., bet they finna say me ASAP Niggas hatin' on P$C get straightened ASAP A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow 'im off the map ASAP What up, say hello to the man of the people My plan is to keep you at least two levels under me where I need you I'ma take advantage of my chance to defeat you Ya true colors done shown, now it's on when I see you I'm grown, nigga, so let it be known we ain't equal You're sadly mistaken if you thinkin' I cant reach you Beat you to a fucking pulp if I need to The very spot you standin' in then is where I'll leave you Seen on the scene, white tees and Evisus O.G. status, I don't beef unless I need to Sissy you way outta line and you runnin' outta time Hang behind closed doors when you heard I got some time Yeah, I know you were thinkin' "out of sight and out of mind" But I'm the wrong one for you to try if you were tryin' to shine Listen, nigga, this shit here is more than just a lot of rhymes I don't know what you do for your respect, but I'ma die for mine A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow 'im off the map ASAP Ask anybody who runnin' A.G., bet they finna say me ASAP Niggas hatin' on P$C get straightened ASAP A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow 'im off the map ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP A-S-A-P A-S-A-P ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP A-S-A-P A-S-A-P |
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from T.I. - Urban Legend [single] (2005)
You might see me in the street
But nigga you don't know me When ya holla on the street Rememba you don't know me Save all the hatin and the poppin nigga you don't know me Quit tellin niggas you my partna Nigga you don't know me Don't be a groupie keep it movin Nigga you don't know me Hey I ain't trippin pimp the truth is Really you don't know me Ya you know they call me T.I. But you don't know me You be hatin and I see why Cuz you don't know me I think its time i made a song fo niggas who don't know me I graduated out the streets, Ima real OG I been trappin shootin pistols since I stood 4 feet So all you niggas actin bad, you gon have to show me You gone make me bring da chevy to a real slow creep My niggas hangin out the window, mouth fulla gold teeth When the guns start poppin, wonder when its gonna cease choppa hitchu on the side and create a slow leak We can end the speculation cuz today we gone see What's the future of a pussy nigga hatin on me i giva fuck about the feds investigation on me I don't care they at my shows and they waitin on me Ima keep a flossin poppin long as Toomp is on the beat Tell police that I ain't stoppin Ima keep it in the streets Contrary to yo believes, im as real as you can be Fuck yo thoughts and yo feelings nigga you don't know me. [Chorus] Hey once again let me remind you nigga you don't know me So don't be walkin up and askin whats the deal ona key. I don't know if you wearin wires you could be the police If I was slangin dope you couldnt get an OZ See me at the PSC follow thru and tha show deep police holdin up the door, cuz they know we tote heat I just wanna wrap a C, blowin dro ina fleet Only hittin bout a dozen different bitches ina week I just wanna chill with Kuntry and his daddy Freddy G Ballin out @ anytime, hit every store and spend a G Wanna ball in the Bahamas curtousy of KT MacBoney gotta Mill. as well as a dolla DP Ak house on the hill right next to JG Everyweek meet there for lunch, restaurant and eat free Get inda paid Lil Craig an G That's the only shot we got at gettin Cap back on the streets [Chorus] You see a nigga hatin on a G Ask em what's it gonna be Whatcha lookin at, pussy nigga you don't know me At the club, in the streets Or where ever we should meet It's choppas choppin pistols poppin nigga you don't know me [2x] [Chorus] Grand Hustlin' Pimp Urban Legends Comin Soon The wait is over hommie PSC Pimpin You don't know me dawg... |
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from T.I. - Urban Legend [single] (2005)
[Intro: Jay Z snippet]
(Bring `em out, Its hard to yell when the barrels in ya mouth) Swizzie! (Bring `em out, bring `em out) Aye! (Bring `em out, bring `em out) TI (Bring `em out, bring `em out) Aye! [Berse 1] TIP comin live from the VIP, heard the night life lost life when I leave Both the Feds and the State wanna see my need The whole city got bizzerk he got treat Anotha nigga got a hit but shawty he not me Who set the city on fire as soon as he got freed Da king back now hoes don`t even know how to act now Hit the club stippers give neck `fore I sit down Still ballin money stack taller than Shaq now Still push a button to let the roof on the `Lac down I`m on the road doin shows puttin my mack down Mississippi to Philly Albuquerque to Chatt Town [Hook] I got the crowd yellin (Bring `em out, bring `em out) Aye, all my hotgirls yellin (Bring `em out, bring `em out) Aye, all the Dope Boyz yellin (Bring `em out, bring `em out) Aye, from the back they yellin (Bring `em out, bring `em out) [Verse 2] Once again what other rap nigga hooder than this I got rich and I`m still on some hoolagin shit You be rappin bout blow I was movin the shit You talkin bout shootin out and I was doin the shit If I hit you in the face you gon be suin and shit And if I catch anotha case I know I`m true to be missed So I`ma keep it cool head stay out of the news Headlines and shows other rappers its bedtime (bedtime) It`s clear to see that I`m ahead of my time I copped a chromed out hard top Carrerra to shine I got some time, it ain`t shit cause I get better wit time Who got a flow and a live show better than mine [Hook] I got a packed house yellin (Bring `em out, bring `em out) Aye, all my hotgirls yellin (Bring `em out, bring `em out) Aye, all the Dope Boyz yellin (Bring `em out, bring `em out) Aye, from the back they yellin (Bring `em out, bring `em out) [Verse 3] Mic check 1-2 1-2, you wanna beef wit the king what is you gon do Will you show up on the scene wit 2 guns drew Or you and ya friend and play a little two on two If you knew half of what I knew then you`ll be hittin the deck Got a tool and a vest I can get some respect I`ma make it hard for a sucka nigga to flex Sho `em this ain`t the squad for a nigga to test Pimp my nutz too large and we way too fresh Work well wit Nines AK`s and Techs And quick to check a lame like a game of chess You want beef you can bring ya best and we`ll be standin.. [Hook - 2X] In ya front yard yellin (Bring `em out, bring `em out) Aye all my hot girls yellin (Bring `em out, bring `em out) Aye, all the Dope Boyz yellin (Bring `em out, bring `em out) Aye, from the back they yellin (Bring `em out, bring `em out) [Break - 2X] Hands... In Da... Air... Now! Hands... In Da... Air... Now! Hands hands in the in the air air now! Hands... In Da... Air... Now! |
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