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from T.I. - I'm Serious (2001)
Bartender I really did it this time
broke my parole to have a good time when i got home it was 6 A.M. the door was locked so I kicked it in she was trippin on the bills, I think she was high on some pills she through my shit out into the yard then she called me a punk and slapped me real hard and in my drunken stupor i did what i should of never done now I am sitting here talking to you drunk and on the run chorus:I sittin at the bar on the inside waiting on my ride on the outside she broke my heart at the trailer park so i jacked her keys to her f**king car and crashed that piece of shit and stepped away You know Moe, I'll probably get ten years so just give me beers until they get here yeah I know the sun is coming up and yall are probably getting ready for closing up but I'm trying to drown my soul I am tired of this life on a dirt road,, and everything that I love is gone and I'm tired of hanging on she got me sittin at the bar (chorus) different signer: guess it was meant to be romance is misery so much for memories and now I am heading to the penitentiary see me on TV the next cop series I am a danger I guess I should have did something about my anger but I never learn, real things I don't concern I pour kerosene on everything I love and watch it burn I know it's my fault but I wasn't happy it was over she threw a fit so I crashed that piece of shit back to normal voice:And now I am going back again back to the pen to see my friends when we all pile up on that county van they'll ask me where I've been I've been at a bar on the inside (chourus) NA NA Na NA nA nA na na na |
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from T.I. - I'm Serious (2001)
(Verse 1) [T.I.]
They say love blind, so why can't I picture this guhl mine? Yea I dig her but I figure, I'm wastin this guhl time I'm runnin from relationshipz, scared to commit Mad at monogamy, sexually, I'm a misfit But this shit's... way too much fo me Usually I can take'em and make'em a cut buddy Yo mama probably see me, and say that I'm no good I was born in the burbs, I was raised in the hood We from two seperate sides of life, two different backgrounds Shawty been legit and I just started to rap now I ain't tryina act now, I'm bein real witchu Really, I just wanted to kick it and chill witchu But the picture got bigger, 'fo I could even paint it Thoughts got deeper befo' a nigga could think A playa like me on this, strange ain't it? One thang bout yo feelins is this, you can't change it Yo preception on me, I don't think I can maintain We flirtin with disaster, this game we playin iz dangerous You the best thang that happened since I don became famous But sometimes I think we shoulda remained strangers (Chorus) [Jazze Pha] I... I chose you baby (Stay with me now, stay with me, sing it fo me shawty) I, I, I, I... I chose you baby (Ah, come on, uh, uh, uh c'mon) (Verse 2) [T.I.] I like you to persue, but still I respect it to let it go Give it time, give it room to breathe and let it grow I'll just tell her when I'm ready to change, I'll let her know Hate to say it, but til then be friendz and nuthin mo Evendoe anotha time, anotha life, anotha place I swear I know we coulda been great But rather than great, you lil heart take the smile of yo face So I can treat you righ, I'm willin ta wait And ain't shit fake, I know it sound funny comin from a felon But I think I got a piece of whuz up in heaven So to keep from, blockin mah blessings, think I better back up Last thang a nigga need now is bad luck But if my life was perfect shawty, I'da had her I guess, I guess I don't deserve it, ballaz tell me you ain't worth it So I gots to hit the surface, I'll holla when I holla Act like I don't wanna see ya, and I'on wanna call'er Repeat Chorus 2X |
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from T.I. - I'm Serious (2001)
[Verse 1]
You looking good in them guess's shawty showing yo ass Make a nigga wanna grab a hold of yo ass Strip you out yo couchie dress and hit the flo' wit yo ass When I leave the club I wanna see some more of yo ass I ain't tricking shit but I might spend some dough on yo ass The way you bouncin on my dick and grindin' slow wit yo ass Hit the v.i.p. wit me I po' some moe' fo yo ass Just so I can see you out there bouncin yo ass If I leave the club wit something rather go wit yo ass Them other broads fine but you a pro wit yo ass When I see u poppin and droppin I know it's yo ass In a crowd full of hoes I would notice yo ass [Bridge: T.I.] A now a thug done chose And I don't give a damn if the club done closed Give the DJ a dub tell him spin one mo So I can finish watching you poppin yo shakin yo, droppin yo, bouncin yo ass [Hook: T.I. & Females] (T) Now all my guls say (F) Do it baby stick it baby (T) Yeeeah, bounce ya ass and holla (F) Do it baby stick it baby (T) Alright, a in the club say (F) Do it baby stick it baby (T) Okay, so if ya wit it holla (F) Do it baby stick it baby (repeat) [Verse 2] I see ya every Friday night outside the club in da line wit ya partners Shawty you see all that ass poking out them Dolce Gabbana's Hey as soon as she get in I'm a find her ass The first record the DJ spend I'm behind her ass I don't care if I got some henn' I'm putting down my glass Just so I can get out there and grind her ass Wit yo fine ass, must I remind yo ass? You da baddest thing in here that's why I'm eyeing yo ass In ya Iceberg suit, ya face looking cute and I like those boots Ya nails all pretty and ya hair due too I'm fucking wit you, shit just choose and we'll be fucking by two [Bridge: 1x] [Hook: 1x] [Verse 3] I made this song to let you know shit that I see ya when you workin dat ass Make a nigga think later on he gone be twerkin' that ass And I can tell by the way you throw it back it ain't no hurting dat ass And ain't no room for nothing else in that skirt but that ass The jiggling shawty, got a nigga shivering shawty And if you don't know what to do wit you better give it here shawty Put a bend in her back, I'm throwing the dick she giving it back I tell her if you ever give me dat ass I ain't giving it back She bouncing her ass, later on I'm a blow a ounce wit her ass Ride out wit her ass, cut sumethin' on the couch wit her ass Then bounce to her pad, coz you know it ain't no housing her ass Coz since the first time I seen her, all I been thinking bout is her ass [Bridge: 1x] [Hook: 1x] Do it baby stick it baby (8x then end) |
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from T.I. - I'm Serious (2001)
Ay, ay, ay, what you need shawty
Ay shawty man a I got 5 for 45 shawty, 5 for 45 Well shit what you need shawty Ay these these bd's right here shawty Ay this that this that noyd too shawty You can't get no better than this right here Ay nigga well get the fuck out my trapp then [Verse 1] A crack a ki' a crumb do it fifty mo' times The quarter go for 5 and the half go for 9 Still in the trapp wit them break down dimes Hit me on the hipper anytime, I don't mind Why y'all niggas bitching on and whining I'm a grind Shack it in the winter and the summer I'm a shine (getting mine) It's plenty of money to be made from Candler Road to Bankhead It's plenty of room to get paid for those that ain't scared I got the hard for the j's and dro' for the dank heads The dope game still strong like pimping ain't dead Heard what I said I ain't buying no yell Weighing 36 o's or more on a triple beam scale Yeah, look like you got that touchy bug shawty Standing round in my trapp I think you fucking up shawty Same nigga who taut a k getting paid in the trapp Made a song for the niggas and the J's in da trapp For the... [Hook] Da dope boyz in the trapp nigga The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at nigga I say the, da dope boyz in the trapp nigga The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga This for da, ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga [Verse 2] Never everybody in the swats know I got the fiyah fiyah Nigga want that weight got it for the high high You can't even supply the package I buy I get it and I cook and it's gone for it dry Get a quarter ki and cut it down to all dimes Buy my own blow so the profits all mine How we gone shine?, the same way we gone grind Niggas ain't gone be able to see us hey, they gone think they gone blind C got choppers on his vert and I got daden's on mine Triple gold and vogues, poppin' moe' blowin' pine Honey brown wood grain wheel in the 'lac Oak on the dash and the 12's in the back Came for years of trappin', staying down wit the crack Now that I made it rapping I ain't never going back I'ma let the paper stack till it can't no more Still got love for my niggas slangin' blow Getting do' fo' sure [Hook] [Verse 3] I remember it all started wit a quarter ounce of hard Me and C-Roy crunked the trapp up in Cobb Nann nigga barred we the trillest niggas living If this ain't yo trapp then what the fuck you doing in it? What the muthafucking business, do you think you puttin down? If so then my corner you need to get the fuck from round Unless you wanna sell some weed my nigga Beed got the pound Anything else I don't need ya help, I got the hard locked down 37's ki's in da grill of the broam Jumped from 33 to my folk in Boyd homes All most gone ain't got but four mo' Eternal Simpson Road ain't no more blow Nothing left for you but to count my do' Just something else to do while I blow my dro' 350k what I paid for the shit Made 850 quick when I flipped all these bricks Getting rich in this bitch HooK: 2x {T.I. shouting out da dope boyz!} Ay one time for da dope boyz in ATL From the SWATS on Campbelton Road on over to the Westside on Bankhead, ya understand On over to Candler Road Ay I know y'all niggaz out there getting money in Decatur Got damn ay we going on down to Miami shawty Ay we know y'all niggas got them thangs down there for the low I'm coming to get some Ay one time for my niggas up in Tennessee shawty Up in Orange Mound, y'all niggas trapp rolling good On over to Memphis I know the pimpings real good down there |
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from T.I. - I'm Serious (2001)
T.I. - talking]
What? Nigga, what. I'm the King of the south. Huh, what? I'm T.I.P nigga. Picture that, nigga. Try me then nigga. King of the South. I ain't got no hits. Nigga, kiss my ass, nigga. Bust me then, sucka. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Nigga, I been bustin'. You don't like it. Outbust me then, nigga. Nigga, I can fight nigga. I can say what the fuck I wanna say, nigga. PSC. King of the got damn south. Bust me then, nigga. [Verse 1] Might see T.I.P in one of them drop things Way down the block, man Swervin in and out of lanes, gettin some hot brain I'm tellin ya, I'm hot man From here to Scott Lane You know the day I drop, man Shawty, I'm not playin Now hold up, st-stop damn it Shawty, you're not jammin' If you hear one more, got damn it I can't stand it I'm taking over spots to damage that B.I.G and Pac image you got Stop dick ridin, your shit's tired I doubt if even your bitch buy it for six 'ollars I can't see how niggas who not spittin ask why they not winnin' Or why their record not spinnin, why niggas not feelin it Cause that shit is not real, and we know you're not out killin shit [Chorus 2X] Crown grand royalty Shawty, I must be Whoever wanna shut me, uh-up Just outbust me Until then I'm king hood, don't act like you ain't know it You wanna be supreme, hood, go get 16 for it [Verse 2] I been spittin since way back like the seats in the Lac, nigga Since the days of 97 sats in the back of the trap, nigga I ain't a rap nigga, I just happen to rap what is different? I ain't gotta act and still i'm hotta than that nigga I think all of ya wack niggas should give your plaques to the real killas and crack dealers writing your script get a grip, you need your ass whipped, for tryin to be famous everybody know my flow is chainless and that's how i remain is T I P K I N G O F D A S O, a U T H labeled as one of the greatest when it comes to the flow give a damn what you think cause if the legends of the south ain't complainin like Outkast and Goodie Mob What the fuck do I care what you sayin? I'm T.I.P. [Chorus 2X] What, what, what Yal still ain't heard Pussy nigga, yal still ain't heard T.I.P., King of the South, shut your muthafuckin mouth Or come see bout me, homie [Verse 3] Well, whether you can't live with it Or you just can't love it One thing that you can't say is shawty we ain't bustin I was the King of the South before my single was out I gave you everything from the ho to the dope game Now hold up, wa-uh-wait shawty, wanna buy at 8 shorties So go and get the weight shawty, out of the safe for me They all can go for 140, meet me at 1:40 Now hey, don't play no games with me I ain't no lame sissy All I'm a bring wit me, is the niggas who hang with me They smoke and drank and slang with me So they'll bang with me Know if they came with me, that they dyin to die for me Or bust a 45 at the blink of a eye for me Now don't be fuckin' round, f-fore you be duckin down You ain't goin hear that bustin sound Til right 'fore you touch the ground Now know that AK'll turn you browner than Bobby and I were raised in the yay, rappin' just was my hobby I'm king hood. [Chorus 3x] [T.I. - talking] What? King of the South Muthafuck yal niggas What? Nigga, yal don't know This my city, nigga ATL, nigga What? I washawty born and raised, nigga Die here Born and raised, nigga Bankhead-born, Bankhead-bred One nigga down goin be Bankhead dead Nigga, what? Outbust me then ATL in this muthafucker You don't like it, nigga Kiss my muthafuckin ass Get a Benz then talk, nigga I don't give a fuck what you think about that little bitty-ass house you got Nigga, get a house on a lake Then come tell me somethin, nigga You don't like down south Fuck you then Got plenty dick for your mouth Hoe ass nigga I can fight Come see bout me Hoe ass nigga PSC in this muthafucka. |
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from T.I. - I'm Serious (2001)
We going to Cuba wit' this one
Yea, I been rehabilitated, rejuvicated And most important…relocated So now, with no further to do (Hook 2x) Now ladies stand up Or if you wit' me shake ya titties Throw your hands up And all the ballers poppin' bottles throw a grand up And if you feeling like I'm feeling keep them hands up And keep ya hands up Hey, from the sunrise to the midnight star I'm by far the hottest new thing the South seen Bringing sixteen bars, got six clean cars Vert's, Hoops, four doors, do momo's, and Tahoes Star hoes, yo hoes is our hoes Keri pullin up to the Shark Bar on the Northstar Wit' a Puerto Rican porn star We in La Vida La Loca See you can't flow like me or rock a show like me Get dough like me Shouldn't signed 'em, he ain't gon' blow like me But give me a quarter of his bonus and half his budget And I guarantee he go double but if you don't, you in trouble It's gon' take him three coupes just for him to recoup' Or witness shawty flop, like the last three groups While I'm in Cancun' 'round see-thru's on a three week cruise It'll take more than the likes of these fools to make me lose Sheesh, floppin is something I can't see Ladies, obey the chorus Shake ya titties for me please Hook (2x) Uh, I came to blow the spot Hit the club wit' cheddar knots Ridin wit' a badder bitch You gonna get or ever got Try me boy, you better not Shawty and I'm very hot Toting forty cap, forty five nine's every glock Blow you up in that very spot you standing in Then vanishing Undo this mañana then, throw away this can and then Back to poppin mo and blow and dro and money handlin' You and your lil' posse can not stop me and this clan I'm in While you slanderin', you better ask ya gul who the man again Turning out a superstar back into a fan again Damagin' all who peek, line 'em all in the street I'll do 'em one at a time wit' one line on one beat Say ya almost gold, that's what I sold in one week Got a flock of freaks, while you hold on to one biich I'm like a Pez dispenser, shawty, I spit treats The nigga who even sound good on a bullshit beat Hook (2x) Well pussy nigga, you can like it, you can love it You can bite it, you can dub it But you can't do it how we does it When we ballin' in public Where the grill full of gold or Seville full of hoes Wood wheels and some Voe's or hun'ed gold spokes I park at the club and a hun'ed hoes choke Spark up some dubs, let them hun'ed hoes blow I run game to get the hoe once they act like I can't run it no mo' I stunt them hoes broke and her money po' po' You can't smoke the way we smoke if you ain't smokin' no dro' Drink the way we drink wit no Hen' and no Mo' You can't ride the way we ride if you ain't slammin Benz do's Can't ball wit' me if you got eight but can only spend fo' You ain't VIP like me and can't be searching your coat Ain't no P.I. like me if you ain't workin' no hoes Can't do the shit we do, the way we do wit' no dough That's like trying to win a ballgame, if you ain't takin no score Hook (4x) |
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from T.I. - I'm Serious (2001)
[T.I. and Big Kuntry: Talking]
Yeah Yeah Come on (Hey) PSC, Uh (Yall niggas) What (Yall niggas) What Pimp Squad shortay What you know about them What they know? You don't know about them (They don't know, they don't know) Now what you really know about them? (What it is) Yeen know about them (Them heavy chevys shortay) Yeen know about them (heavy chevy shortay) [Big Kuntry:] Now how you tame a young baller That rides Surburbans, Caprises Candy Impalas, Rasberry Monte Carlos That barks like a rottweiler Off the collar Addicted to hustlin And stackin mighty dollars O holla When you hear the Chevy beatin down the street Beatin so hard The chris is wastin on my mink seats To get a rim posted corner Call me 10 G's The same as the Chevy platinum emblem on my keys Wit the diamond against the trim A young ass nigga wit a Louis V rim A sporty young shorty wit the Gucci shades dim These hoes mistaken me for being they pimp They said baby couldn't see you pass them shiny rims I'ma cool little daddy Bitch i never been a simp And if you choose a hoe you need to hop on in And if you aint bitch you need to ride wit him Cuz i'm pimpin [Chorus: x2] Yeah, we ridin in them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys On them D's and them Vogues When we shinin on them hoes Yeah, we ridin in them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys Beatin hard in the park when we rollin wit the squad [AK:] Now if you heard from me You gon feel something hot to the third degree Coming down yo street in a black capris Wit a fine ass freak in the passengers seat Yall fake niggas don't know the half of me I spit pimp game automatically Don't be mad at me Cuz i'm finally coming up in the industry And the 44 singing on the triple D's Plug not the underground celebrities Mac Bone my partna keepin the beat Heat it up like a cook out When the sun falls Yall niggas better look out Your rap careers over I put a hook down Like you better pallow Ride and swerve while my niggas follow Hoes wobblin and start slobbin Bobbin on the dick until they swallow [Mac Boney:] Speedometer, broken doors Smokin body, dented windows Tinted bended round the corner leanin In the steamin screamin demons Spillin liquor, yeah nigga Blowin tall off the wall Burning rubber leavin foul Muthafucka how you ride Choppin blades wit triple golds Stay away from camilton rolls Playa cause I'm riding old It aint no thang to take them vogues Jack it up, strip it down Had the freshest car in town Pimpin cuz I'm bout my crown [T.I.:] Hey shortay whats that knockin sound [Chorus: x2] Yeah, we ridin in them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys On them D's and them Vogues When we shinin on them hoes Yeah, we ridin in them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys Beatin hard in the park when we rollin wit the squad [T.I.:] T.I.P and P.S is fresher than new S-S's Triple doors and vogues shinin like some treasure chests I got a fetish I aint gettin in it boy unless it's Got them little blue boxes off in the head restes [Big Kuntry:] I bet it's wood in the dash Duel in the ass Get an Impala Holla watch me (skirrrt) When I pass I'm buring rubber in your yard Diggin up ya grass Drag racin four fifty four Thats what make it fast [T.I.:] I hit the gas And I mash on it in a flash Throw it in the gutter Buy another if it crash That's petty cash [Big Kuntry:] I parlay all day in a Cheverlay Pearsjay wit a face bright as heavens day I'm beatin fo' tens in the flo then Hit the store then for some more Hen (Hey Dub) Pull a hoe and four friends [T.I.:] Dubs still spinnin wit a gold grill in it White leather guts Wipe up wit ya spill in it Still trillin out here [Chorus: x2] Yeah, we ridin in them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys On them D's and them Vogues When we shinin on them hoes Yeah, we ridin in them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys Beatin hard in the park when we rollin wit the squad [T.I.: Talking] Yeah T.I.P. shortay PSC shortay Pimp Squad DP Mac Boney, A-K Big Kuntry shortay Ya'll aint ready We ridin in them Chevys T.V's and DVD's in them Chevys Come on and let the dish ride |
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from T.I. - I'm Serious (2001)
Ay shawty
(Whussup playa?) Ay, you 'memba dat broad we met back on da road last year, bout '99? (Da one up in NYC?) Nah, nah, not the one from New York, I 'memba her too doe I'm talkin bout the one from L.A. lil bad bitch I met in da mall wit da big azz (Oh, oh, dat bitch) Here wha she said (Whussup?) [Chorus] I'll meet you at the hotel, we can fuck all night Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody (Shit, let'z do it... where u at?) I said, meet me at the hotel, we can fuck all night Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody (Shit baby, keep yo mouth shut we can do it, sho nuff) [Verse 1] (T.I.) One day in L.A., I'm at the mall Pickin me up a coupla pairs of silk drawls And I ran into this fine azz well built broad She was in hard from a long way So I'm finna go on swing shawty way Just like da song say, cuz I don't play Miss lady built like a amazon A 5'9", light brown, wit some sandals on Da kinda azz dat make you wanna grab a handle on And fuck her all day in da hallway with the candlez on So I wave, and I speak and conversation coo She asked my name, where I'm from and why I talk the way I do? I said "Cuz I ain't from round hea, I'm from Atlanta shawty, but anywayz We can still get togetha, cuz I'm gon be hea fo a coupla dayz" And then she say, she never been ta Georgia, she was dyin ta visit Well, I'm in room 312, at the Sofatel, I'm sho that they listed She got the digits, say she like me, and that we can be friends If I ain't welcome shawty, don't invite me, ain't no need ta pretend I'm wanna lick on ya neck, kiss ya earz, and make yo knee bend Put ya azz in positionz you never thought you'd be in Now, I'm tellin you shawty, fuckin wit me, like divin of deep end Have you sneekin, creepin in Georgia, freak on the weekend Repeat [Chorus] [Verse 2](T.I.) This time, it was me n KP, in NYC On some Quevo and Hennessy, and 2 sweets with two freaks Some of da baddest thangz in Times Square wit some long hairz, cute feet One of'em say she wanna drive me to Coney Island so she can show me the new beach Couldn't nobody ride wit me doe, cuz da car only had 2 seatz Lil' cute freak, in da Z3, remind me of one of my hoez in da GC Told me her name was Sharell but all of her friendz call her Cici Say she up hea goin ta NYU, but originally she frum DC Say she'd love ta freak me, reminisce while listenin to mah CD Lay me out on the beach feed me strawberriez n kiwi Shawty say she like wha she see, can't wait ta get down hea n see me Round Freaknik, say soon az you hit da city all you gotta do iz beep me And let me know whut itz finna be, the Four Seasons or the Embassy Get a voice mail round 10 ta 3, and then wha she said ta me... Repeat [Chorus] Tell'em how you did the broad shawty (I fucked the bitch... and forgot the bitch) [Verse 3](Too $hort) I'm havin fun... gettin pussy on the run Bitches comin to mah room, tryna make me cum In *Cleveland* last weekend, O-High Hoe, whuz really goin on? She said "Stick it down my throat" A lotta yall married... to mah ex trampz She shouldn't worry, I sent the bitch to sex camp Taught her how to fuck, she made you fall in love I fucked her real tough, now you can't get enough Knockin on mah door fo yo hoe, das no game pimp I fucked all them bitchez DMX was namin Fuckin hoez from Milly, bitchez out in Philly Puerto Rican, Dominican, New York pussy, ya feel me I been nationwide since '88 So don't clown when I'm around, keep yo lady straight Cuz I'ma... beat her pussy down in the worst way You waited six months, and I fucked her on the first date, at the Hotel (T.I. & Too $hort talkin through Chorus) Meet me at the hotel, we can fuck all night (Hoe, don't tell nobody... BIATCH!!!) Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody (That'z right... we runnin' up in deze hoez... Trackstarz baby, real playaz, ballin in da ATL) I said, meet me at the hotel, we can fuck all night Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody (You betta ask yo bitch about us Take the game from Timbucktoo to the Kalimazoo You know how a playa do... ... and one mo thang baby... Check out time... Arivaderchi, capeesh? Bishhh...) |
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from T.I. - I'm Serious (2001)
Yeah,
To the ladies, One mo' message from T.I.P., I represent every man in America, Naw,the world You wanna know what he what he thinkin' bout when he ain't talkin to you bout why he can't be your man you sure you wanna know Here it is [Verse 1] My girl say I don't love her She say we just fuckin' Nothin' against you It's just that I hate tux She wanna toast with the Mo' and the ice Throwin' the rice Wake up with me for the rest of your life Ask me where I'm going,when I'comin back when I bounce Runnin her mouth, call herself the queen of the south Redecorate the crib throwin satin on the couch Catch me out adulteratin' takin' half of the house Well it ain't she don't deserve it Just I don't wanna give it The life she wanna live Shorty I don't wanna live it Makin' money shorty's missin' To all kind of digits From KeKe's to Chaniques's To Bianca's and Brigettes's Poppin' up unannouced, shorty call 'fore you visit Nothing about a number, mind your goddamn business Look bitch, some shit bout Tip won't change We can hang, but I got to let you know one thang [Chorus] I can't be your man It ain't you it's me, sorry shorty I can't be your man Where I been, I don't see no rings on these fingers I can't be your man Look to the future, find someone better than me I can't be your man You deserve much more, I'm no good to you shorty [Verse 2] Don't it seem like shit be cool for a month and a half All of a sudden you frontin' and showin your ass Complainin' bout what you got Shorty look what you had Before me, it was pull-out couches and Bilitant bags Now she mad cause she ain't got a T.V. in her Jag I tell you what if that ain't good enough get back on the bus Give up the princess cuts and the Prada and stuff I take you out to eat and you order a bottle of what? Ungrateful wonderin' why I'm not faithful Ballin's all good but this shit is just wasteful Want me to pay your bills Help you get a bigger crib Shorty I don't mind helpin' But show some initiative Ain't brought nothin' to the table but hard times and heartache Do something, get on the grind for God's sake A reminder, rewind this message from your highness For those that chose to take my kindness for blindness [Chorus] I can't be your man I don't cheat cause I ain't shit, I'm cheatin' cause you aint shit I can't be your man Every time I walk in the house you sittin' on that goddamn couch You ain't got nothing better to do I can't be your man Cook, clean, iron, pay the water bill, shorty do something Work with me I can't be your man Ay, pack you shit shorty, I'm droppin yo ass off at yo mami house Right now [Verse 3] One more scenario Bout another jazzy hoe That I met on the road After a show in Ontario Shorty say she got a man That don't really scare me though But she say he got a temper So, but what he jealous for Cause you told him you were cheatin Hell, well what you tell him for Shit, what that got to do with Tip You better let him know Now she want to let him go But what for So you can get with me and keep being a slut hoe I don't think so baby better stay where you at I'm no good for you Never mind the way that he act You got a kid and a crib with him What's better than that I'm in town for the week you better settle for that [End Chorus] I can't be your man I'm here for 4 days shorty, 4 days I can't change the world I can't be your man He don't treat you right? What that gotta do with me? I can't be your man He be cussin' you out and shit You cheated on him shorty, can you blame him? I can't be your man You ain't fend to bring that bullshit to me I don't want naan parts of it I can't be your man Look here man Get that shit out of my face Kick rocks I can't be your man I ain't fend to have nothing to do with it Their will be none of that round here I can't be your man Besides shorty you talk to much I can't deal with it I can't be your man You say you work where Mickey D, get the hell out of here shorty Man look ay, I can't deal with it You got too much baggage with you man You and little, uh,uh,uh little Opus Cunningham Y'all kick rocks down the damn street I can't deal with it shorty N...,complain...,what..., you ain't got what? Shorty when I met you shorty you was barefooted Sittin' on the railroad track with some straw in yo mouth What the hell you complainin' about what you got now Wh-Wh-What nigga you got steak and eggs right here I'm sayin, what the business is? Get the hell out of here man Ay man you need to show me some appreciation round here You in the damn living room more than the muthafuckin' furniture shorty I can't deal with that shit man Get a damn job Do something for me Lazy bitch, All the bad bitches in the world and I had to hook up With the sorriest hoe in America Why don't you take the weight off my back every now and then why don't you pay a bill 30 damn dollars, the cable bill ain't but 30 damn dollars shorty Why don't you change the..., flip the mattress Man wash some clothes, change a light bulb Goddamn shorty, I gotta do every thing round this sumabitch A lazy bitch, ain't nothing worse than a lazy bitch shorty wasted talent |
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from T.I. - I'm Serious (2001)
This some of that Ghet-O-Vision shit man
FUCK these niggaz, WHAT! WHAT! WHAT! (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon) yeah (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon) yeah, uhh Serious mayne... (yeah) This shit gets serious mayne... (I'm tellin ya shawty) Serious mayne... (ah ah, ya ya yea) This shit gets serious mayne... (ah ah, ya ya yea) Serious mayne (ah c'mon, ah ya ya yea) This shit gets serious mayne (aight, let's do it shawty tell 'em) [Hook] - 2X ATTENTION!!! - Let's get serious mayne! ATTENTION!!! - Let's get serious mayne! ATTENTION!!! - Let's get serious mayne! ATTENTION!!! - Ah wha-wha ah what WHAAAT! [T.I.] I'm goin in with funny niggas in the A The killas with the case, and now the niggas with the yea' All my niggas, where ya stay? Westside to Decatur, ah hey-ya, fuck ya wooden eight I lay you down if I got a thirty-shot in my Impala I'm a 3rd bred Bankhead, Roll Park scholar From a house with no father, school - why bother? That's why I call myself the King of the South Well nigga, ah you don't want what I'm break out the house Ah so I, strongly suggest you keep my name out ya mouth Before I, be in ya house tapin ya spouse to the couch And put a, hole in her blouse, I don't play young nigga Remember me from back in the day young nigga One more thing, fuck what you done heard 'bout Atlanta We finna break the standards, rubber bands instead of platinum I'm a hustler, not a rapper We gangstas, y'all some actors We finna turn this chapter, your spot is what I'm after I'm serious!! [Hook] - 2X [J-Bo] See I got the answers to all ya quest-ions (come on) From A-B to C, best learn your less-ons (-ons...) Cuz I'm so damn serious, it'll leave yo' ass stunned In the back and we packin on all who flex-un Like Redrum, it's bloody and ugly, who want some? Now put your middle fingers up until it's all done (it's all done) Cuz we ain't takin much of nothin but bash-un On all who attempt, intentions we blast-un [Sean Paul] I gut 'em, I roll 'em, I smoke 'em, and I pass 'em I serve 'em, deliver, walk up on 'em and blast 'em I'm strong but my niggaz, I'm takin they cash home Then hit the track and get rid of the whole bomb Cuz I'm serious nigga, you gon' feel this nigga Got a, trunk full of work, how you gon' kill this nigga? My niggaz givin out bricks, we can build this nigga If all fail we can 1-0-5 grill this nigga I'm dead serious [Hook] - 2X [Pastor Troy] S-E-R-I-O (uh-huh) U-S (uh-huh) I'm fresh (c'mon) One of the best (uh-huh) there are a couple (c'mon) We did this song last night, I gave 'em trouble (uh-huh) Jumped in my shuttle (uh-huh) and hauled ass (c'mon) Up 85 (yea) with Daytons (c'mon) You wanna blast (c'mon) come get yo' cannon (c'mon) I bet I'll leave yo' punk-ass, where ya standin (uh-huh) While you were plannin (c'mon) see I had plottin (uh-huh) You saw the smoke hoe, hell yeah I shot it (damn right) I'm bustin rockets screamin, "Die nigga, die!" (die nigga) Dont' fuck with D.S.G.B. or T.I. (c'mon) Do you know why, I don't fuck with nobody? (yeah) The same shit, that fucked up John Gotti (yeah) These niggaz watch me, but they don't wanna fuck with us (yeah) We makin 'em hush, we dead-ass serious! [Hook] - 4X [talking] YEEAH!! It's motherfuckin serious in this motherfucker, knahmtalkinbout I'ma tell y'all niggaz like this here (whassup whassup) If it's too hot for yo' ass (uh-huh) Get the fuck out the motherfuckin kitchen, knamtalkinbout (getcha ass out) The boy Lil' Jon, doin this shit with my nigga T.I.! Ghet-O-Vision, Youngbloodz (Ghet-O-Vison hoe!) That boy Pastor Troy (old Troy) It's serious mayne (serious) This shit motherfuckin serious.. (it serious bitch) In the south niggaz, they get motherfuckin serious (real serious) We out this bitch... holla... |
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from T.I. - I'm Serious (2001)
[Singing]
[T.I. Talking:] Still ain't forgave myself.. damn It's a lotta fucked up shit that go down man.. You don't even know the half.. [Verse 1] Man I been in and outta trouble since an adolescents Spoiled rotten, dead fresh, wit no daddy present I got two uncles, Quint and Man and they keep me straight 7 and 8, I'm countin money while they movin weight My daddy send me clothes and always tell me come and see him I say aiight but still I feelin like my momma need him They sendin letters home from school, nobody read mines And plus my uncles, doin 10 years F.E.D. time Then I started rebellin, began crack sellin Tha littlest thang on the corner wit a Mac 11 After school I hear my momma holla homework I say aiight ma, but look I got my own work Started interactin wit fiends at the age of 13 Now my momma findin rocks in my socks, glocks in my toy box Like damn, why do trouble come to me like this But on the real, it ain't even have to be like this (fuck) [Hook] Mistakes made on this road to wealth I still ain't forgave myself Ay, what I am today I made myself but I still ain't forgave myself For runnin to the grave getting closer to death I still ain't forgave my self For anyone who ever wondered how I felt I still ain't forgave myself [Verse 2] At 14 man, thought I knew everything I'm slangin slabs, trappin hard, movin heavy Cain I bought an '85 cutlass on some dane-a-danes Now I'm the shit, huh, the motor blew in 30 days Hardheaded man I ain't listen to anything I'm getting money so, I'm right and I got plenty game Besides why I need school, Im'ma be rappin momma If that don't work, then I guess Im'ma be trappin momma But hey I promise Im'ma make it cause I'm damn good Im'ma get us out this hood and off these can goods School just a white man game, and it's ran good At 16, here's my introduction to manhood Blue lights behind me, damn what I'm gonna do Cause I got 2 pounds of weed and a 3.80 too I guess everything'll be aiight if I just keep it cool How ya doin officer, what ya mean why I ain't in school Can you search the car?? Yea but, I rather that you didn't Besides it's just a waste of yo time cause ain't nutthin in it [Laugh] I guess that's when I seen, that I ain't know shit When stuck in a place wit freedom I ain't gone get.. (Damn!) [Hook] Mistakes made on this road to wealth I still ain't forgave myself Ay, what I am today, I made myself But I still ain't forgave myself Guess these the chances ya take, when dealt the cards I was dealt But I still ain't forgave myself For anyone who ever wondered how I felt I still ain't forgave myself [Verse 3] Outta all the niggaz I was wit when I was doin wrong 3 in the fed, 1 doin life, and 2 dead and gone Knew there was more to life than sellin blow and chopper bustin But what's the good in knowin' better if I ain't tell 'em nutthin I knew I coulda told Cap not to kill shawty Put down the gun, get in the car let 'em live shawty You'll probably get locked up, and I'll probably have a deal shawty Naw, I ain't scared, I'm just telling ya like it is shawty Coulda told Endae, Quint, and Kern, man ya covers blow Leave that country town alone, yall needa come back home Bankhead and J-Rue, I just feel like if I was wit 'em They woulda never got killed that night if I was 'em Seem like I coulda done mo', said mo' Why all my partners gotta be dead or in the fed fo'?? All the time, I just wish that yall could ball wit me Sometimes at night I close my eyes, and dream that yall wit me (damn.) [Hook] And even though they say I cant blame myself I still ain't forgave myself For all the mistakes made on this road to wealth I still ain't forgave myself What I am today, I made myself But I still ain't forgave myself For anybody who ever wondered how I felt I still ain't forgave myself And yea they say I cant blame myself But I still ain't forgave myself Fo the mistakes made on this road to wealth I still ain't forgave myself Guess this the chance that you take, when dealt the cards I was dealt But I still ain't forgave myself For anybody who ever wondered how I felt I still ain't forgave myself (Ain't Forgave myself) [Talking] Yea, for anybody who ever wondered how I felt anybody who ever wondered what's wrong wit me, here it is.. 3 16's of what's in the heart of T.I.P. This song is dedicated to everybody who ain't here wit me Cap, damn.. you fucked up shawty, but when you get out if I live to see it, its gone be on again ya know what I'm sayin And we ain't gotta worry bout goin to jail shawty we legit now Ya know what I'm sayin.. Cern, Quint, Endae, yall gone get out man and when you do I'll be there shawty.. always Bankhead, J-rue, I'm sorry man, some shit I cant change When I get up there, we gone ball again, open the gates shawty let me in.. we gone ball. J-Rue man I know money ain't worth a friend shawty.. I fucked up bad man.. I still ain't forgave myself My momma, sorry I ain't graduate but hell we rich now it don't matter. My uncles shit, it don't matter either.. yall back. Well hell.. My Lil' boy (music stops) you betta not do the same shit I did or Im'ma whoop yo muthafuckin ass.. |
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from T.I. - I'm Serious (2001)
[T.I.]
Dez niggas robbing me Pray to God is nothing but a robbery I gave them all I had So they pulled they lick off flawlessly They yelling fussing cussing But all I hear is heaven calling Me next thing I know they busting They leaf me seven and they all in me on fallen knees help me please death is all I see If I die memory of a ballin Gee is all I'll be Never thought I'll be lying in a poodle of blood trying to breath I don't want to die but something is telling me It's time to leave say my apologizes Maybe find a piece of God Seen my whole life flash before my eyes And now it's getting dark body temp drop Going in shock prying out of fear close my eyes Take my last breath and I'm out here In my life I smoked a lot of weed Drunk a lot beer sold a lot of keys But that shit don't even matter here Somebody said walk toward the light But I ain't not ready to go Am I dead is it over you ain't ready to know [T.I.] Well now I moving toward the light And I ain't walling or nothing I ain't like the shit Well hell I guess ain't use for me to try to fight The shit what the business is you God I been waiting to meet you And I know I been hearing bout yall But like the one day I would see you But why you let dem niggas kill me you could have done something why you ain't come down there And shield me when them niggas started dumping Then he say excuse thy heat But I control no hate in And it coming not from me Well who coming from Satin Oh Satin did this excuse me lord But now my shit list and I know with all this phi shit you got a A-K Or a piston grip give me a click of angels whip dem thought loose the goal And get piston whipped a lot of die I ain't scared Who he think he is fuck with Tip I got a A-K two 45's bout 50 clip I'm fixto dip I ain't borrow shit I'm fixto trip Put a piston grip and loose thy lip And then he say two wrong doing make it not a right one a last Well forgiven me cause I'm bout to ride out on Lufica ass And all I need you to do is give me The strength and lord you know I'm need you With the shit I'm fixto attempt I'm fix to bust hell wide open fear don't control me and I'm O.G. hell can't hold me [T.I.] Now 'Pac and Biggie want ride too I guess that's cool sense that muthafucker The reason yall niggas had to die too My nigga Bankhead had to realize too Shawty let ride It's 4serious up here dough Cause we don't ride we glade Now I'm strapped and ready folks But I can't steam to do a thing With these wings how I'm supposed to keep them steady folks With a chopper on back of two 44's shawty no A the pain we fixto bring I don't thing he even ready for When it's on you already know Farewell bro. mama always told me I was bad enough to tear hell up IM doing this for what you made of From that time you made the bitch eat the apple to the time you pick your folks To put us on the boat and enslave us Worker that never paid us Killed Malcolm X, Martin Luther King and everybody else tried to come down here us Killed my father that raised us Kidnapped us from our country Take your distance in our religional way Well now it's time for the cadet to busted We want our spirits and our minds back now IM getting mines right now Pussy nigga lye it down I'm walkin Thought hell kicking the devil doors down spreading rounds waving cadet rounds Well I woke up I was lying down shawty WHAT HAPPENED? |
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from T.I. - I'm Serious (2001)
F/ The Neptunes
[T.I.] Yo, Uh (12x), a come on T.I.P. {Neptunes} Come on (4x), I said come on, come on, come on, come on Verse 1: T.I.P. A hour train spit game from the get green Ay T.I.P. been bangin' thick dames since he was 15 The click came ran trains if her shit clean The same broad fronted y'all like she Miss Thang And damn how da bitch seem she's a dick fiend All though I won't elaborate I'll say she lick things and get green She fuck wit me because I got big dreams And along wit a face she think she seen on the big screen I give it to her since she whine and her back hurt Then drive her crazy since she crying and she act worse Yeah, I'm a rapper, I'm a man, but I'm a mac first I need a broad wit a bank and a fat purse... and that's first Hook: {T.I. & Neptunes}1x [T] I'm a p-i-m, ah, m-p, Told y'all niggaz before about me Plenty Remi to the h-e, ah, a-d [N] Somebody buy some more dro' so we can smoke please Now what's yo name? [T] I'm pussy bumper number one [N] Yeah, I said what's yo name? [T] I'm pussy bumper number one Verse 2: T.I.P. Man trying to stop pimpin like shooting a bee-bee gun at a freight train So comparing us is like whine to a grape stain My reputations great man, I got a great name I hate lames, I stay clean, and I break dames I like 'em small or bigger with a figure eight frame So if she fine I bet she mine when I find time Man I ain't lying, mine dimes I don't wine or dine Like clothesline hoes mine, I'm a goldmine Ay I'm the "King of Da South" and the throne mine I got the chrome in the Chevy and the broan mine Ay man I'm young but I been doing it for a long time That ain't my fault that bitch grown she got her own mind An-and I'm... Hook: 1x Verse 3: I bet some niggas think I cake her when I take her out But come that week just watch me rape her fucking bank account Eventually the P$C hey we gone take the south Then grab the earth by the ankles and shake the paper out Nigga I'm bout my paper route so I'm gone make a route Anybody blocking my road to riches man I'm gone take 'em out Keep run yo mouth making up you mind you got's to be's wit out Me I'ma git a ho who gone make show my pockets seen about P-i-m-p-i-n-g is all I be's about I break a ho in break 'em till they broke and then I ease 'em out They out of pocket, I'm a lock 'em out and leave 'em out And that don't change man, season in season out Open up The Source shawty and see who just you reads about If it ain't concernin T.I.P. a P$C a see ya out Ain't nothing even you ain't cuttin then u don't see the house Because you know I got to practice what I preach about HooK: 1x [Neptunes] Come on (4x) I said come on, come on, come on, come on (repeat) [T.I.] I'm a p-i-m, ah, m-p, Told y'all niggaz before about me Plenty Remi to the h-e, ah, a-d |
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from T.I. - I'm Serious (2001)
I done been locked up wit the worsest of niggas
Armed robbin con men and murderous niggas The dope boys be the first to deliver Green, brown, or blow, got mo snow than Buffalo in the winter Think these lyrics is comin from a pretender If I said it I done seen it or done it So I mean it when I say you don't want it Done came a long way from jumpin the hunnids (hundreds) To baggin them quarters, doin shows from L.A. to Flawda (Florida) In Atlanta, I'm the law and the order, the king of it Got a throne and a brougham and a ? that's chrome Callin houses on the water my home, wit no mortgage or loan If I live in it I bought it and own it If I'm wit a bitch I caught her and boned it No question, no less than a week and she's in confession And I bought no necklace unless I'm investin' No exceptions, I'll open ya closed session. You ain't hard til you cookin' like this You ain't mob til you fucked wit the click Or you flippin' them bricks We make music for the broke and the rich For the hoop and the 6 For the hustlas went from nothin to ? [x2] We hustle from 6 to 6 to 6 again Sell fat nicks for 10 til the bricks get in Venturin from ATL to Michigan The talk of yo town, you ain't even worth mentionin Peppermint try'na get another shipment in And Sam Goody just hit us on the hip again Got hot shit under our fits that'll pierce ya skin And the click I'm in some made men, know dat Got a deal now, but I was the shit befo dat Totin steel now, but hold my own wit no gat T.I.P. the answer to the question "Where them hoes at?" The heat is catchin up to niggas runnin 4 flat At the club gettin crunker than crackers on Prozac Say you got some dubs on the Lac? Well shawty where the vogues at? T.I.P. ain't the shit? come on shawty, don't act I'm the hottest thing ever flowed over 24 tracks. You ain't hard til you cookin' like this You ain't mob til you fucked wit the click Or you flippin' them bricks We make music for the broke and the rich For the hoop and the 6 For the hustlas went from nothin to ? [x2] Some niggas wonder how I made it, I do what it takes At school I was cool wit the nigga who threw a 22 in ya face Took ya starter coat and choked ya til you blue in the face Or you might know me as the nigga who fucked ya bitch and bust 2 in her face Either way, I'm a winner like the 4 and the trey You probably never held mo dough than I can blow in a day Sometimes I'm wearin gold, sometimes I'm ridin on it Between us, I doubled up off my signin bonus K.P. and Jay say "Shawty, aye you goin' legit." But I ignored shit, when I scored a brick I bet you never knew how quick 36 O's'll flip Yeah I cook it til it bubble up, see how quick it double up Competition's in trouble I'm supplyin the hood Born, bred, when I'm dead, I'ma die in the hood Niggas be tryin the hood, I open fire in the hood Shut 'em up, wet 'em up, and let 'em lie in the hood. You ain't hard til you cookin' like this You ain't mob til you fucked wit the click Or you flippin' them bricks We make music for the broke and the rich For the hoop and the 6 For the hustlas went from nothin to ? [x2] |
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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 Bone Crusher - Never Scared (2003)
"Never Scared"
(feat. Killer Mike, T.I.) (Bone Crusher talking) Yea! This nigga think we hoez or somethin' my nigga... Sheeeit, man what the... lemme talk to the ma'fucca How hard we really ma'fuccin is in this biaaaatch... nah'm sayin? Fuck nigga... sheit man, ole punk ass kids, we out the club nigga... Dat sheeit don't mean nuttin nigga! I'm gon fuck this nigga up, my nigga! Sheeeeit, lemme show this ma'fucca how hard this shit really is!!! (Chorus) So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk So I go to my loaded tech 9 thats up in da trunk I told that muthafucka I ain't never scared (eastside!) I ain't never scared (westside!) I ain't never scared (southside!) I ain't never scared (northside!) I ain't never scared (southside!) I ain't never scared (eastside!) I ain't never scared (westside!) (Verse 1: Bone Crusher) Let a choppa go PLOOOOOOWWW! to yo melon Now the plasma is oozin outta yo cerebellum AttenSHUNNNNN! Fuck nigga, now you swellin You ain't talkin hardcore, now is ya? Lil' bitch! Got'em runnin scared of a... BIGGA NIGGA! Cuz I put the heat to his ummm... HILFIGER! Now on dat drank and on some of dat dank Pistols gettin bursted now I need somethin to drank (REPEAT CHORUS) (Verse 2: Killer Mike) I got a hot 4 fever, call it bitch Benita Knock the apple off any bum or the hollow heat seaker Ran 'cross bitch niggaz, fuck the pint, she take blood by the liter I'll never leave her, my viscous vixen On liquor, send dat ass to God quicker No matter yo religion, you Muslim, Hebrew or Christian She indiscriminate with punishment, she send'em missin My gun's my favorite bitch and And she got permanent PMS so she stay bitchin! (REPEAT CHORUS w/ ad libs by T.I.) (Verse 3: T.I.) Noooooo, I ain't bad, just don't kiss no ass or take shit And I'm a grown man, find you somebody to play wit If you'on like me when you see me, betta not say shit I'll choke yo ass out like Dre did that bitch You betta tell these pussies they ain't fuckin wit no rookie I'm a Bankhead nigga, I'll take yo cookiez! So don't make it a me or you situation I'll have yo partner down and I'll see you visitation Like, hope for the best, but I'on think he gon make it Not the way he was shiverin and shakin on the pavement I'll tell you wha, if you make it, call'em grace cuz he amazin Find out these verses wasn't the only thang blazin and Just when you thought that I was done I was savin the Best for last, nigga kiss my ass Like ?? they my folkz, itz best you just let'em be Cuz I do the shit precincts and them FED's just ain't never see nigga! (REPEAT CHORUS) (Bone Crusher yelling) YEA NIGGA! Just break'em off muthafucka! We the real niggaz! All you hatin' muthafuckaz, underachieverz... Step back, hoe nigga! Listen closely... We ain't neva scared of none of you niggaz! T.I., Bone Crusher, Killer Mike, just break'em off niggaaaaaaaaaaa! (REPEAT CHORUS 2X) |
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from Bone Crusher - Never Scared (2003)
"Never Scared"
(feat. Killer Mike, T.I.) (Bone Crusher talking) Yea! This nigga think we hoez or somethin' my nigga... Sheeeit, man what the... lemme talk to the ma'fucca How hard we really ma'fuccin is in this biaaaatch... nah'm sayin? Fuck nigga... sheit man, ole punk ass kids, we out the club nigga... Dat sheeit don't mean nuttin nigga! I'm gon fuck this nigga up, my nigga! Sheeeeit, lemme show this ma'fucca how hard this shit really is!!! (Chorus) So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk So I go to my loaded tech 9 thats up in da trunk I told that muthafucka I ain't never scared (eastside!) I ain't never scared (westside!) I ain't never scared (southside!) I ain't never scared (northside!) I ain't never scared (southside!) I ain't never scared (eastside!) I ain't never scared (westside!) (Verse 1: Bone Crusher) Let a choppa go PLOOOOOOWWW! to yo melon Now the plasma is oozin outta yo cerebellum AttenSHUNNNNN! Fuck nigga, now you swellin You ain't talkin hardcore, now is ya? Lil' bitch! Got'em runnin scared of a... BIGGA NIGGA! Cuz I put the heat to his ummm... HILFIGER! Now on dat drank and on some of dat dank Pistols gettin bursted now I need somethin to drank (REPEAT CHORUS) (Verse 2: Killer Mike) I got a hot 4 fever, call it bitch Benita Knock the apple off any bum or the hollow heat seaker Ran 'cross bitch niggaz, fuck the pint, she take blood by the liter I'll never leave her, my viscous vixen On liquor, send dat ass to God quicker No matter yo religion, you Muslim, Hebrew or Christian She indiscriminate with punishment, she send'em missin My gun's my favorite bitch and And she got permanent PMS so she stay bitchin! (REPEAT CHORUS w/ ad libs by T.I.) (Verse 3: T.I.) Noooooo, I ain't bad, just don't kiss no ass or take shit And I'm a grown man, find you somebody to play wit If you'on like me when you see me, betta not say shit I'll choke yo ass out like Dre did that bitch You betta tell these pussies they ain't fuckin wit no rookie I'm a Bankhead nigga, I'll take yo cookiez! So don't make it a me or you situation I'll have yo partner down and I'll see you visitation Like, hope for the best, but I'on think he gon make it Not the way he was shiverin and shakin on the pavement I'll tell you wha, if you make it, call'em grace cuz he amazin Find out these verses wasn't the only thang blazin and Just when you thought that I was done I was savin the Best for last, nigga kiss my ass Like ?? they my folkz, itz best you just let'em be Cuz I do the shit precincts and them FED's just ain't never see nigga! (REPEAT CHORUS) (Bone Crusher yelling) YEA NIGGA! Just break'em off muthafucka! We the real niggaz! All you hatin' muthafuckaz, underachieverz... Step back, hoe nigga! Listen closely... We ain't neva scared of none of you niggaz! T.I., Bone Crusher, Killer Mike, just break'em off niggaaaaaaaaaaa! (REPEAT CHORUS 2X) |
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from Bone Crusher - Attenchun ! (2003)
"Never Scared"
(feat. Killer Mike, T.I.) (Bone Crusher talking) Yea! This nigga think we hoez or somethin' my nigga... Sheeeit, man what the... lemme talk to the ma'fucca How hard we really ma'fuccin is in this biaaaatch... nah'm sayin? Fuck nigga... sheit man, ole punk ass kids, we out the club nigga... Dat sheeit don't mean nuttin nigga! I'm gon fuck this nigga up, my nigga! Sheeeeit, lemme show this ma'fucca how hard this shit really is!!! (Chorus) So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk So I go to my loaded tech 9 thats up in da trunk I told that muthafucka I ain't never scared (eastside!) I ain't never scared (westside!) I ain't never scared (southside!) I ain't never scared (northside!) I ain't never scared (southside!) I ain't never scared (eastside!) I ain't never scared (westside!) (Verse 1: Bone Crusher) Let a choppa go PLOOOOOOWWW! to yo melon Now the plasma is oozin outta yo cerebellum AttenSHUNNNNN! Fuck nigga, now you swellin You ain't talkin hardcore, now is ya? Lil' bitch! Got'em runnin scared of a... BIGGA NIGGA! Cuz I put the heat to his ummm... HILFIGER! Now on dat drank and on some of dat dank Pistols gettin bursted now I need somethin to drank (REPEAT CHORUS) (Verse 2: Killer Mike) I got a hot 4 fever, call it bitch Benita Knock the apple off any bum or the hollow heat seaker Ran 'cross bitch niggaz, fuck the pint, she take blood by the liter I'll never leave her, my viscous vixen On liquor, send dat ass to God quicker No matter yo religion, you Muslim, Hebrew or Christian She indiscriminate with punishment, she send'em missin My gun's my favorite bitch and And she got permanent PMS so she stay bitchin! (REPEAT CHORUS w/ ad libs by T.I.) (Verse 3: T.I.) Noooooo, I ain't bad, just don't kiss no ass or take shit And I'm a grown man, find you somebody to play wit If you'on like me when you see me, betta not say shit I'll choke yo ass out like Dre did that bitch You betta tell these pussies they ain't fuckin wit no rookie I'm a Bankhead nigga, I'll take yo cookiez! So don't make it a me or you situation I'll have yo partner down and I'll see you visitation Like, hope for the best, but I'on think he gon make it Not the way he was shiverin and shakin on the pavement I'll tell you wha, if you make it, call'em grace cuz he amazin Find out these verses wasn't the only thang blazin and Just when you thought that I was done I was savin the Best for last, nigga kiss my ass Like ?? they my folkz, itz best you just let'em be Cuz I do the shit precincts and them FED's just ain't never see nigga! (REPEAT CHORUS) (Bone Crusher yelling) YEA NIGGA! Just break'em off muthafucka! We the real niggaz! All you hatin' muthafuckaz, underachieverz... Step back, hoe nigga! Listen closely... We ain't neva scared of none of you niggaz! T.I., Bone Crusher, Killer Mike, just break'em off niggaaaaaaaaaaa! (REPEAT CHORUS 2X) |
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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]
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)
[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)
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)
[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)
[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)
(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)
[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)
[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)
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)
[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)
[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)
[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)
[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)
[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)
[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)
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)
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)
[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 (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)
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)
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)
[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)
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)
[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)
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)
[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)
(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)
(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)
[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)
(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)
(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. - Be Easy [single] (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. - Rubber Band Man [single] (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 Cee Lo Green - The One [single] (2004)
(feat. Jazze Pha & T.I.)
(Intro) Hey! Hey! Yea (oh shit) yea yea yea (I see you girl) (Shorty, you know what you doing) Yea yea yea We gon' start this shit off right We got Suga D-Nice in the house tonight We gon' start this shit off right We got Slick Jazzy Pha in the house tonight We gon' start this shit off right We got T.I.P. (Bankhead nigga!) in the house tonight We gon' start this shit off right And slick be at home is in the house tonight (Hook) You the one girl, you the one girl You the one girl, you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one Cuz you the one girl, you the one girl You the one girl, you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one (Verse One: Cee-Lo) See when we ride through, we let them see it from the side view Slow and even so you know no one denied you The parking lot look like these niggaz like to ride too They didn't win but I must admit they tried to Look like we talked up, when we walked up And when we walked in, money talk then The bar was bought then, we couldn't be caught then I see you looking lil' girl, let's go get lost then Every so often out on and off them (I wanna go shit and you know this) Well is there anyone else that you could go with Cool run it back OK, see if she'll play wit Pha (Hook) You the one girl, you the one girl You the one girl, you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one Cuz you the one girl, you the one girl You the one girl, you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one girl Raw, Raw, Raw, Raw-hide! (Verse Two: T.I.) 'Bout ten mo minuets and I'm ready to ride I got ten mo bitches Imma fit up inside This suburban or Excursion or whatever I ride I bet it's chrome on the wire, vogue on the tire T.I.P. refer to me as your majesty or sire Higher then the rest, Italian drop dead fresh So much say what I feel with southern finesse So debonair if he dare bet he got best dressed Full length mink, gator belt gator vest including shoes A ten thousand dollar outfit bitch Yes, dude he dress to impress A bitch enough to make her want to give me her dress Blessed with the gift of gab to get gals Hot enough to hit they pals so get down You looking good enough to come give me a kiss now Get a room at the Swiss big as a beach house (Hook) You the one girl, you the one girl You the one girl, you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one Cuz you the one girl, you the one girl You the one girl, you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one (Verse Three: Cee-Lo) You're lookin nice. Hell, let's toast to the broken ice We've seen each other once and already we've spoken twice So stay or at the most a moment longer to hear me say I really did miss you the last time that you went away I'm serious, I must have you, I won't waste your time And have you wishin' that somehow you could replace the time I don't do any magic tricks to try and make the mind I just convinced that the reality is that you have to race the time She said "You a playa ain't you, could have what you want can't you" I replied that I'm also an artist baby I could paint you In the frame and I don't try hard to not be the same So she knew she was gon' come before she came (Hook) You the one girl, you the one girl You the one girl, you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one Cuz you the one girl, you the one girl You the one girl, you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one girl Raw, Raw, Raw, Raw-hide!(Girl did you know that ahh...) (Cee-Lo) It's our privilege, to have had this conversation It's our privilege, and to have had this relation It's our privilege, I been searching all evening For somebody who can and finally sent me the one It's our privilege, to have made you laugh It's our privilege, and to have crossed your path It's our privilege, your the star yes you are Can have your autograph cuz you lookin like the one It's our privilege, to have seen your face It's our privilege, and I bet you taste so good, let's get one thing understood I'll be good yes I would, especially for the one It's our privilege, let have a head-on collision It's our privilege, girl you made the right decision It's our privilege, (laughing) |
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from Cee Lo Green - The One [single] (2004)
(feat. Jazze Pha & T.I.)
(Intro) Hey! Hey! Yea (oh shit) yea yea yea (I see you girl) (Shorty, you know what you doing) Yea yea yea We gon' start this shit off right We got Suga D-Nice in the house tonight We gon' start this shit off right We got Slick Jazzy Pha in the house tonight We gon' start this shit off right We got T.I.P. (Bankhead nigga!) in the house tonight We gon' start this shit off right And slick be at home is in the house tonight (Hook) You the one girl, you the one girl You the one girl, you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one Cuz you the one girl, you the one girl You the one girl, you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one (Verse One: Cee-Lo) See when we ride through, we let them see it from the side view Slow and even so you know no one denied you The parking lot look like these niggaz like to ride too They didn't win but I must admit they tried to Look like we talked up, when we walked up And when we walked in, money talk then The bar was bought then, we couldn't be caught then I see you looking lil' girl, let's go get lost then Every so often out on and off them (I wanna go shit and you know this) Well is there anyone else that you could go with Cool run it back OK, see if she'll play wit Pha (Hook) You the one girl, you the one girl You the one girl, you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one Cuz you the one girl, you the one girl You the one girl, you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one girl Raw, Raw, Raw, Raw-hide! (Verse Two: T.I.) 'Bout ten mo minuets and I'm ready to ride I got ten mo bitches Imma fit up inside This suburban or Excursion or whatever I ride I bet it's chrome on the wire, vogue on the tire T.I.P. refer to me as your majesty or sire Higher then the rest, Italian drop dead fresh So much say what I feel with southern finesse So debonair if he dare bet he got best dressed Full length mink, gator belt gator vest including shoes A ten thousand dollar outfit bitch Yes, dude he dress to impress A bitch enough to make her want to give me her dress Blessed with the gift of gab to get gals Hot enough to hit they pals so get down You looking good enough to come give me a kiss now Get a room at the Swiss big as a beach house (Hook) You the one girl, you the one girl You the one girl, you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one Cuz you the one girl, you the one girl You the one girl, you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one (Verse Three: Cee-Lo) You're lookin nice. Hell, let's toast to the broken ice We've seen each other once and already we've spoken twice So stay or at the most a moment longer to hear me say I really did miss you the last time that you went away I'm serious, I must have you, I won't waste your time And have you wishin' that somehow you could replace the time I don't do any magic tricks to try and make the mind I just convinced that the reality is that you have to race the time She said "You a playa ain't you, could have what you want can't you" I replied that I'm also an artist baby I could paint you In the frame and I don't try hard to not be the same So she knew she was gon' come before she came (Hook) You the one girl, you the one girl You the one girl, you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one Cuz you the one girl, you the one girl You the one girl, you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one girl Raw, Raw, Raw, Raw-hide!(Girl did you know that ahh...) (Cee-Lo) It's our privilege, to have had this conversation It's our privilege, and to have had this relation It's our privilege, I been searching all evening For somebody who can and finally sent me the one It's our privilege, to have made you laugh It's our privilege, and to have crossed your path It's our privilege, your the star yes you are Can have your autograph cuz you lookin like the one It's our privilege, to have seen your face It's our privilege, and I bet you taste so good, let's get one thing understood I'll be good yes I would, especially for the one It's our privilege, let have a head-on collision It's our privilege, girl you made the right decision It's our privilege, (laughing) |
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from Cee-Lo - Cee-Lo Green...Is The Soul Machine (2004)
(feat. Jazze Pha & T.I.)
(Intro) Hey! Hey! Yea (oh shit) yea yea yea (I see you girl) (Shorty, you know what you doing) Yea yea yea We gon' start this shit off right We got Suga D-Nice in the house tonight We gon' start this shit off right We got Slick Jazzy Pha in the house tonight We gon' start this shit off right We got T.I.P. (Bankhead nigga!) in the house tonight We gon' start this shit off right And slick be at home is in the house tonight (Hook) You the one girl, you the one girl You the one girl, you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one Cuz you the one girl, you the one girl You the one girl, you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one (Verse One: Cee-Lo) See when we ride through, we let them see it from the side view Slow and even so you know no one denied you The parking lot look like these niggaz like to ride too They didn't win but I must admit they tried to Look like we talked up, when we walked up And when we walked in, money talk then The bar was bought then, we couldn't be caught then I see you looking lil' girl, let's go get lost then Every so often out on and off them (I wanna go shit and you know this) Well is there anyone else that you could go with Cool run it back OK, see if she'll play wit Pha (Hook) You the one girl, you the one girl You the one girl, you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one Cuz you the one girl, you the one girl You the one girl, you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one girl Raw, Raw, Raw, Raw-hide! (Verse Two: T.I.) 'Bout ten mo minuets and I'm ready to ride I got ten mo bitches Imma fit up inside This suburban or Excursion or whatever I ride I bet it's chrome on the wire, vogue on the tire T.I.P. refer to me as your majesty or sire Higher then the rest, Italian drop dead fresh So much say what I feel with southern finesse So debonair if he dare bet he got best dressed Full length mink, gator belt gator vest including shoes A ten thousand dollar outfit bitch Yes, dude he dress to impress A bitch enough to make her want to give me her dress Blessed with the gift of gab to get gals Hot enough to hit they pals so get down You looking good enough to come give me a kiss now Get a room at the Swiss big as a beach house (Hook) You the one girl, you the one girl You the one girl, you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one Cuz you the one girl, you the one girl You the one girl, you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one (Verse Three: Cee-Lo) You're lookin nice. Hell, let's toast to the broken ice We've seen each other once and already we've spoken twice So stay or at the most a moment longer to hear me say I really did miss you the last time that you went away I'm serious, I must have you, I won't waste your time And have you wishin' that somehow you could replace the time I don't do any magic tricks to try and make the mind I just convinced that the reality is that you have to race the time She said "You a playa ain't you, could have what you want can't you" I replied that I'm also an artist baby I could paint you In the frame and I don't try hard to not be the same So she knew she was gon' come before she came (Hook) You the one girl, you the one girl You the one girl, you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one Cuz you the one girl, you the one girl You the one girl, you the one girl Put your finger in the air if you the one girl Raw, Raw, Raw, Raw-hide!(Girl did you know that ahh...) (Cee-Lo) It's our privilege, to have had this conversation It's our privilege, and to have had this relation It's our privilege, I been searching all evening For somebody who can and finally sent me the one It's our privilege, to have made you laugh It's our privilege, and to have crossed your path It's our privilege, your the star yes you are Can have your autograph cuz you lookin like the one It's our privilege, to have seen your face It's our privilege, and I bet you taste so good, let's get one thing understood I'll be good yes I would, especially for the one It's our privilege, let have a head-on collision It's our privilege, girl you made the right decision It's our privilege, (laughing) |
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from T.I. - Rubber Band Man [single] (2004)
[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 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 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 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)
(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)
[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)
[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)
[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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
[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 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)
[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)
(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)
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)
(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)
[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 [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)
[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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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)
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 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 The Longest Yard (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] |