T.I. - Dope Boyz

[T.I. talking]
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

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T.I. - Motivation

[Intro]
Better get on yo job, tell′em, haters get on yo job, nigga (Motivation)
Nigga, get on yo job, tell′em, haters get on yo job, nigga (Motivation)
Haters better get on yo job, tell′em, haters get on yo job, nigga (It′s motivation)
Sucka nigga, get on yo job, if ya, hatin′ get on yo job, nigga

[Verse 1]
You can look me in my eyes, see I′m ready for whatever
Anythang don′t kill me, make me better
I ain′t dead nigga, you can take the fame and the chedda
And the game, any deal, I′m still a go-getter
Take my freedom for the moment but it ain′t fo-ever
I got the spirit of a god, heart of a dope dealer
I′m a king, seen hangin′ with some cold killas
I ain′t never back down or ran from no nigga
I ain′t sat down yet, pimp, standin′ gorilla
Even if I′ma all alone or standin′ with four niggaz
Tell′em jump, pimpin′ it don′t get no realer
5′9" with the soul of a 6′4" nigga
I separated the fakes, paralized from the waist down
From the real stand up guys of the A-Town
Can′t even look me in my eyes, put yo face down
I′m outta jail nigga, whachu gotta say now?

[Chorus]
Motivation
Niggaz fakin′ only gonna inspire (Motivation)
All yo hatin′ in fuel to my fire (It′s motivation)
Niggaz plottin′ on the crown ??? (It′s motivation)
Hey but I ain′t slowin′ down and I ain′t stoppin′ (Motivation)
Now nigga don′t stop my show (Motivation)
You ain′t know I don′t stop, I go (It′s motivation)
Sucka niggaz can′t make me suffer
Just make me stronger and make me tougher (It′s motivation)

[Verse 2]
To be locked in a box niggaz happy to see
Put anybody on top, any rapper but T, I, P
But back to reality G, ??? still carryin′ me, nigga I run this
Spread yo rumours, kick all yo lil′ dumb shit
Tell lies, laugh ′bout the time that I′m gon get
If it make you feel better, picture me over and done with
Punk bitch, come with all the gossip you can come with
Small thang to a giant, I can overcome this
Jail, I don′ done this, rap I′m just havin′ fun with
I could be a local joker, never have one hit
Nigga, "New Finish" alone′ll get me dumb rich
While these rappers sellin′ records gettin′ pennies
If Grand Hustle sell any, I′ma get plenty
If God with me, who could be against me sucka?
Can′t make me suffer, just make me tougher

[Chorus] - repeat

Repeat [Hook]

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T.I. - Hotel

f/ Too $hort

[T.I.] (Too $hort)
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...

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T.I. - On Top Of The World

(feat. Ludacris, B.o.B)

[Intro: Ludacris (T.I.)]
Rich by popular demand (The wait is over homie)
Yes it is, A-Town connection! (Know the city gon′ feel this)
Damn right (Say Toot, I know you see me, ′Cris!)
Whattup boy? (I know both our pops lookin at us!)
Wayne Bridges, whattup? Let′s go!
(Big Phil, we made this shit happen homie)
History in the makin (Hey!) Hey!
(Momma I did it!)

[Chorus: B.o.B.]
I used to dream (I used to dream) ohh-whoa (ohh!)
About the money and the cars and girls (and the girls)
But now I see (now I see) ohh-whoa! (ohh!)
Because I′m sittin on top of the world! (the whole world)
And now I see (ay) see (ay) see (ay) see (ay)
Cause I′m sittin on top of the world! (ay, ay, ay, ay)
And now I see (ay) see (ay) see (ay) see (ay)
Cause I′m sittin on top of the world! (ay, ay, yeah, yeah)

[T.I.]
Ay, man I remember ′fore I stay that way, let me issue this statement
No way should reflection be mistaken for glorification
Now I remember so vivid, me and my niggaz was livin (how?)
Sub-standard condition, still handlin business (that right)
Still laughin and trippin, still happen to bitches (okay)
I′m rappin not reminiscin, and goddamn it we did it
From trappin, standin and pitchin with riches stand in the kitchen
Splittin it eight ways, flip it in eight days
Thought to wild and unruly but just the way to behave
Kept the weigh and the yay′ for most the paper we made
And all dimes, I ain′t lyin, the pleasure was all mine
Had big work to move but we served the small time
Always outshine the niggaz with small minds
Who would thought we′d be arguably the greatest of all time
′Round here, we develop such a sound down here
Been duplicated often still can only be found here (BANKHEAD!)
Only listen to G′s, that other shit I don′t hear
Shit, they so far in the rear, why would I even care?
I′m too fit to bein a player, stare at niggaz careers
Been talkin ′bout it for years and now we finally here

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Luda, Luda! Hear my heart on this one
True story! Rest in peace Wayne Bridges

They say what goes up must come down but I ain′t reach my cruisin altitude
Take a look at what I did, but can you imagine what I′m about to do?
The places I′m ′bout to go and the money I′m ′bout to see
Gave Bill Gates some binoculars and said, "Look out for ME!"
Exceeded expectations, even at Def Jam
Cause I married the streets and Atlanta has been my best man
My momma quit her job and now she works with six figures
Cause I′m a self-made nappy headed RICH NIGGA! (OHH!)
Private planes help me travel in peace
To fo′ cities in one day and fo′ countries in one WEEK
Cause I, work for myself and no one else cause I′m too smart to
Put one of my partners right through culinary art school (WOO!)
Now he my personal chef so that bread he get it
Put ′em all in houses, cleaned up all of my friends′ credit (true!)
And now they witnessed all the glitz and the glamour
Catch us eatin at Straits Atlanta with women with table manners
Orderin Singaporean lobster
Celebratin comin from nothin to winnin Grammy′s and rappers winnin Oscars
Yeah, and they say rappers shouldn′t act, nah suckers
We see Samuel Jackson like, "WHASSUP MOTHERFUCKER!"

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
Hey, hey, hey, hey
I made it momma!

Hey, hey
I know them haters don′t stop plottin and wishin we fall
Cause I′m standin on top lookin down at it all (I see you)
{?} down all to y′all, it seems like I got it all
Homie I ain′t get enough, we still tryin to triple up
That′s why we got StreetCred and Akoo buildin up
Say I′m doin too much, shit, I say I ain′t did enough
Remember sayin, "Damn, if I could just get to a million plus"
And now I′m like, "Shit, what the fuck is a million bucks?"
Triple that on my bond, thanks to Bigs and Run (appreciate it nigga)
But never mind what I been through, just look at what I become
All this shit I′ve avoided, what it done for my sons
and daughters and momma; just call her
I sold dope and dropped out of school, seems it′s all they can see
They don′t notice none of my family did that since me (nah)
I broke that cycle, now my family live a live for
Mandatory minimals, but not when the judge sentence us
Cousins in college, where you think they get tuition from?
(Answer that) Just for standin ′round wishin, huh?
Hey while you stand around lookin dumb, I make it happen
Takin action over time, got damn good at it

[Chorus]

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T.I. - Dope Boi Fresh

f/ Attic Crew

(verse 1)
Yea! A-town nigga
a nigga dope Boi fresh in dis polo and guess
or the guccI and louie shawty aint nuthin less
I keep a piece on my side and some beat in my ride
the window up when its hot or when its cold outside
the AC blow snowballs drive a bitch up the wall
with them plush leather guts steady grippin the butt
the paint just drip on the street michael jordan on my feet
with a big booty freak to make the pimpin complete
I go and pick up big floaty he twistin a swisher slowly
bend the corner aint no hatin and all the hoes no me
these hoes star struck cause we spendin dem big bucks
dis chevy got they attention and fuckin dem hoes up
cause I′m

(Chorus: repeat 2X)
dope Boi fresh, dope Boi dope Boi dope Boi (4x)
ooo hes so fresh

(verse 2)
BANKHEAD!
guess jeans, fresh white tees and a bubble coat
ever slang blow all day at da corner sto′
serve til ya bar get low go and get some mo
nigga trap til da yay get sold, plain and simple ho
give a damn if it snows, nigga I don dime day old
now five days old wit a big bank roll
hit da club and pull six stank hoes
brang it back to da trap
and move six mo o′z
they say his shirt so wrinkled and his kicks so old
wit no haircut so I′m hood rich tho ho
ya mighta seen me in a chevy I got six mo of those
and a direct connect wit a brick fa da low

(chorus)

(verse 3)
every now and then I ride shotgun
I done always been fresh since day one
wit da rod livers khakis kangols and polos
dese other monkey niggaz tacky like hobos
dope Boi fresh or should I say razor sharp
catch me in action the definition of pimpin hard
lately I been on a roll
swooped up them old bo jacksons, sky blue on dem hoes
white baseball kangol now I′m spiffy
hell I might change clothes to dem smoke grey dickies
and dem dope Boi nikes thats how a-town kick it
and them ghetto hoes like it, even after the fight
and I′m

chorus (3x)

(verse 4)
I work a crease on dat biiiiitch cuttin hard like a razor
sittin rite on dem nikes like a nigga had a tailor
always be dead fresh and I just get cause I′m a player
catch me in ben hill or cuttin hoes up in decatur
always ridin clean keep da chevy sittin rite
da 23s be killin hoes and choppin through the nite
jumpin out brand new dem tennis shoes white white
if I scuff em fuck em chuck em pull a new pair out da biick (back)
hit dat walter wit a stiiick (stack) scrape dat new shit off da riike (rack)
just gimme dat encye and dat falcons throwbiike (throwback)
da number 8 jordan in dat red and bliiick (black)
and a size number seven in dem ben hill heights
I stay

chorus (til end)

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T.I. - Long Live Da Game

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 tha 96 Impala with tha gat in my lap
Annihilating any nigga tryin to work in my trap
now see the feds got me tap′d
so to keep em′ off of my bac
I got a crib in tha trap and a crib to relax
now my indictment was a secret and thats the way that they keep it
if I aint have a hoe givin head to tha feds
comin bac tellin me exactly what they said
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 tha hell ima bail? a grap my scale
get another key and ima slang my yayo
niggaz on tha westside cant re-up becuz its a drought
so i check tha crack house...
DAMN it sold out
so back to tha crib so i can check this stash
aint sure about how much dope i had
got a couple keyz in the safe right now
weigh it up cook it up then chop it down
now im ready to go and pick up my fetti
but before i leave tha house i cant dip without grabbin my G′z
and my keyz to my brand new V put em in pocket with tha gat to see
niggaz pleeze nigga you holla bout freeze
put this red dot to ya ass n squeeze
now im dippin bac to tha swats
with tha 4-4 and a plastic glock
turned around and i had to stop
couldnt trap swarn it wuz cops
standin there n i still aint scared
Mac Boney nem must have fled
only cops is i fear is tha feds
on my car flashin blue n red
damn there dey go now its time to dip
got tha 4-4 right my hip
9 millimeter wit a extra clip
dats what yall niggaz get fuckin round wit TIP
bustin at em
n cussin at em but aint no shakin em
them bullets dat they wuz bustin at me my vest wuz takin em
makin dem pigs fall in pain
turned around cuz one call my name
took a hot one to tha brain
yea i died but LONG LIVE THA GAME...

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T.I. - Get It

[Swizz Beats]
The kings back

[T.I. chorus]
I got that get it get it
I got that get it what you need
From soft parts to trees got that get it what you need
I got that get it
I got that get it what you need
From dope boyz and bitches who love dat rd

[Chorus 2]
Come and get it hey cuz I got it bitch
Tell and get you know I got It bitch

[Verse 1]
I got my broads if u want em
On the C.O.D please 5 g’s
I don’t promise but I got good numbers
Tote 2 thunder, sat that lumber
Got that guacamole holy moly you don’t know me
See me clean as I wanna be, what these niggas wanna be
Shots so bright I can’t see niggas standing right in front of me
These niggas don’t want none of me, this rapping shit is fun to me
What I look like beefing wit you nigga yousa son to me
Move weight out to Georgia get it cross the water
Rive that shit to New York coming all the way from Florida
Dope boy trap nigga that’s what they call em
Summer time balla when I buy the mall up

[Chorus 1 + 2]

[Verse 2]
Mighta seen me getting gas at the Citgo and he sit the six low
Riding right beside a 45 and what its hitting fo
Shawty aint bullshitin folk he’ll be out be here hitting folks
Stick around and try to tell polices what he did it fo
Aint nuttin he aint did before other niggas getting so
Blurred wit the pussy and bet some even getting so
Long he aint funny he got that long money
Naw money you niggas barely got hit the mall money
I’m the perfect example of how to hit the ground running
From the trap to busting up how the underground stunting
So you still see me down at the underground stunting
Ima Westside Bankhead nigga it aint nothing

[Chorus 1 + 2]

[Verse 3]
I was raised off Easy, ‘Cube, Ice T, 8Ball, MJG, ‘Face, Pimp C
Ima king just believe me, try me when you see me
And niggas start busting like they start busting pushups push a
Button shot calling niggas not balling
Just doing a lotta loud mouthing and not dogging
I got the shit locked from Atlanta to New Orleans
Virginia Mississippi Kentucky I run all dat
You niggas better fall back, boy grab a ball bat
Take it to ya skull, dats gone be the end of all dat
Insist on having problems, bet dis revolver will solve dat
Hit em in the temple then I leave em where they fall at

[Chorus 1 + 2]

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T.I. - Look What I Got

[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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T.I. - What They Do

(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

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T.I. - 56 Bars (Intro)

[Intro: T.I.]
Yeahhhhh (hey!)
Hahaha, hey, hey, ha (all right)
Aight Toomp man, this what the folks been waitin on I guess (that′s right)
Let′s give it to ′em baby (hey!)
Grand Hustle nigga
Ay man, they been waitin on this shit since "What You Know" huh?
Yeahhhh, it′s the king bitch!
Aight my nigga, the wait is over nigga
Hey, hey!

[T.I.]
One for the money, two for the show dawg
Three for the niggaz hatin on the low, y′all
Know a picture′s worth a million words I′ma show y′all
Death before dishonor, family befo′ all
Without the braids I′m the closest thing to O-Dog
Minus the testimony; say it ain′t so homie
Hey! Shorty like that, don′t he?
World hopped off my jock, I got ′em right back on it
Ohh! Step back, brush myself off
Picked in and back up right where I left off
I could show my dough that other guys just talk
Hey where I live just as big as yo′ projects dawg
AY! Ha ha, better check my swagger
How I walk, how I talk, how I stack that cheddar
What I drive, how I dress, nigga less just better
A hundred stacks on that nigga I′m just, better
Hahahaha, somebody better tell ′em mayne
They swag owe my swag everythang
It′s very plain to see you study me awful hard
To the point that my swag need a bodyguard
I′d like to thank you cause in all of y′all oughta be
havin y′all swag sendin mines an apology
A lot of little me′s I see, got beef
But what′s the possibilities? Stop seek, you not me
Hardly worth a hill of beans, step up to the guillotine
Get decapitated, don′t see how half of you rappers made it
Say good-bye to the fame and fortune, c′est la vie
And what the game need with you nigga? They got me
I ride through the city, so clean, seat really low
Automo-bil-ey so, pretty but I′m illy though
No comparison, ain′t a nigga mo′, thorough than
this gangsta American flow, doper than heroin
King like Evelyn, champagne mayne
So deranged and belligerent; right up there with Benjamin
Who? Andre 3K, B.I.G., Jay-Z, UGK
Scarface, Makaveli the great, Wayne, Common, Kanye and, Lupe
So fuck what you say, you welcome to add to you may
Bet they say as of today I′m back on top like a toupee
Hey! All objections overruled, it′s overdue
Both hype, it′s over too, I′m so high, up over you
Same guy you see in the streets is as fly as here in the booth
So don′t be surprised when you meet me to see I′m really the truth
Ooh, so uncouth, nigga who want proof?
Must agree if shit I did can′t no one undo
I stay on my, one-two, nigga who want two?
Turn a brunch into a brawl, do what you gon′ do
I′m why it′s, hot as a bitch in here still, cool as a Frigidaire
This year I′m on a mission dear, think that was somethin missin here

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T.I. - No Matter What

Yeah, yeah, yeah, aye,
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo,
I say still I stand
And shawty here I am

Neva have you seen in you lifetime
A more devine southern rapper wit a swag like mine
Facin all kind of time
But smile like im fine
Brag with such passion and shine without trying
Believe me pain′s a small thing to a giant
I was born without a dime
Out tha gutta I climbed
Spoke my mind
And didnt stutter one time
Ali say even the greatest gotta suffer some time
So i huff and puff rhymes
Lyrics so sick wit it
Set the standard in atlanta
How to get get get it
So you up imcoming rappers wanna dis just kill it
I′m officially the realest
point blank period
Whether i still live in the hood or juss visit
Whateva you can do in the hood i done did it
Thats why the dope boys and the misfits feel it
This still his city as long as tip living... (listen)

[Chorus]
I aint dead (nah)
I aint done (nah)
I aint scared (Of What!)
I aint run (From Who!)
But still i stand (Yeah)
No matterr what people here i am... (Yeah)
No matter what remember
I aint break (neva)
I aint fold (neva)
They hate me mo’ (So!)
Yeah I know… (haha)
Here I go (yeah)
No matter what shawty here I go (haha)
No matter what shawty

You let the blog sites and the magazines tell it
Im sho to be in jail till 2027
Rather see me in a cell in
Stead of this new McLaren
God′ll take you through hell just to get you to heaven
So even know its heavy the load i will carry
Grin and still bear it
Win and still share it
Apologies to the fans i hope you can understand it
Life can change you directions
Even when you aint planned it
All you can do is handle it
The worst thing you could do is panic
Use it to your advantage
Avoid insanity manage to conquer
Every obstacle
Make impossible possible
Even when winnings illogical
Losing′s still far from optional
Yeah they wanna see you shot up in the hospital
But one life throw punches, block you counter like a boxer do
Been locked inside mi casa too long
I did a song to make it known that the king lives On (pimpin)

[Chorus]
I aint dead (nah)
I aint done (nah)
I aint scared (Of What!)
I aint run (From Who!)
but still i stand (yeah)
no matterr what people here i am... (Yeah)
no matter what remember
I aint break (neva)
I aint fold (neva)
They hate me mo’ (So!)
Yeah I know… (haha)
Here I go (yeah)
No matter what shawty here I go (haha)
No matter what shawty

Even in sollitude
theres still no hotter dude
I show you how to do
What you do
You aint got a clue
All you do is follow dudes
Sound like a lot of dudes
I weather whateva storm
Make it out without a bruise
I understand why
Now wit my hands tied
Dey take shots cause if im out there it’s a land slide
But revenge is best served as a cold dish
and suckas will get served you better know this
guess it was understood for me it was over with
but I don’t quit if you aint notice yet
they couldn’t wait to say good night shawty
so they can try to rhyme act and look like shawty
go get a beat from Toomp? and make a hook like shawty
before you know it im back
what it look like shawty
I lost my partna and my daughter in the same year
Somehow I rise above my problems and remain here
Yeah and I hope the picture painted clear
If you heart filled with faith then you can′t fear
Wonder how I face years and im still chillen
Easy,let go and let god deal wit it

[Chorus]
I aint dead (nah)
I aint done (nah)
I aint scared (Of What!)
I aint run (From Who!)
But still i stand (yeah)
No matterr what people here i am... (Yeah)
No matter what remember
I aint break (neva)
I aint fold (neva)
They hate me mo’ (So!)
Yeah I know… (haha)
Here I go (yeah)
No matter what shawty here I go (hah)
No matter what shawty

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T.I. - Porn Star

[Intro]
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Damn shawty, look at you
I′m sayin man, is it just me
Or do you have too much ass in them jeans?
Come here

[Verse 1]
Ay, I been watchin you awhile now
And I just wanna find a way to make you smile now
Why you blushin?
Forget about them other guys now
I know you ain′t goin try and tell me that you shy now
I realize that your beauty could intimidate
Them suckas you aint got no business wit′em anyway
Wit such a pretty face, big booty, lil waist line
I wanna grind from behind to the baseline
Have a great time, pour yourself a shot girl
Chase it with a lime, now you feeling like a hot girl
I know you probably use to dealin with them wannabes
But honestly I gotta say I′m who they wanna be
I promise all I wanna see is you up under me
And we can disappear whenever, when you wanna leave?
I can guarantee the ride of your life
Any fantasies on your mind we can try′em tonight

[Chorus]
We′re sittin here
(I′m lookin at you like damn)
We′re sippin on Patrгn, something′s on my mind
(You wanna leave wit me tonight?)
It′s been killin me all night long and I wonder
(Listen shawty let me tell you what I′m thinkin bout)
Ooo girl, I wonder
(For real, shawty let me tell you what I′m thinkin bout)
It′s the end of the night
I thinkin your might, wanna leave the bar
Park the car, turn into porn star

[Verse 2]
Yes, I love to hear about your interest
I gotta say your intellect got me impressed
See your panties through your dress like a shilouette
Patrгn got me thinkin sex, is you feelin that?
No disrespect though, a simple yes/no
Hey let yourself let go, shawty let′s go
Pull up to the crib, get you through the threshold
Kiss you from your pretty lips to your red toes
Time tickin it′s the end of the night
And you can leave wit your friend if you like
But I′m sayin though
We can ride out, back to my house
I wanna see you satisfied inside out
Once I′m in you ain′t gonna want me to slide out
You tell your girlfriends they gonna wanna try it out
A lil more of this will losen you up
What we can′t do in the club, we can do in the truck

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Hey would ya, stay?
Could ya play wit it with your tongue just a lil?
You′re such a sexy individual, physical and mental
And if you sentimental
Shouldn′t the rules bend a little
Let me start at the top, stop in the middle
Use a popsicle make shiver, giggle when it tickle
I can talk to you dirty if you like that
I finish one set of blunts start back
I know you told me you a good girl
But shawty you a grown woman not a lil girl
You can blame it on the Patrгn or the champagne
But sometimes being bad can be a good thing, ya now

[Chorus - Repeat 2x]

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T.I. - Swing Ya Rag

(feat. Swizz Beatz)

[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
WOOOOOO!!!!!! Swizzy!!!
Need y′all to take y′all rags out man! (T.I.)
And let it swang! swang! swang! swang!
Swang! swang! swang! swang!

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Alright (Alright) OK (OK) I don′t dance (I don′t dance) no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it ′round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it ′round in the air
Alright (Alright) OK (OK) I don′t dance (I don′t dance) no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it ′round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it ′round in the air
HEY! SWANG!

[Verse 1: T.I.]
New Akoo outfit with a gucci rag
Tied to my belt loop and my louis bag
Full of stacks rubberbands round big cash
Got a sick swag tell the haters get mad, comeon
We in the club homes gettin our thug on
Bottles of Patron if you grown get your buzz on
We brought the broads out and brought the cars out
I′m like the moon I shine and bring the stars out
When it dark out, get the squad out
We ball hard sucka nigga eat your heart out
I′m too advanced super swag in my Louis pants
Ballin on my Louis silk shirt match my Louis rag

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Alright (Alright) OK (OK) I don′t dance, no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it ′round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it ′round in the air
Alright (Alright) OK (OK) I don′t dance, no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it ′round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it ′round in the air

[Verse 2: T.I.]
I Say, "Whoa kimosabe!", big ballin is my hobby
I′m boppin while I′m walkin, rag fallin out my pocket
If big money ain′t the topic, homie I ain′t even talkin
Hated on by the workers but I′m cool with all the bosses
Catch me flossin at the mall (mall), talkin to a broad (broad)
She follow me in Gucci and I taught her how to ball
Three pair of shoes, four shirts, six rags
The chick said, "Dag, that′s more than my bag!"
Shawty I can show you how to spend this bread real fast
Then get a group of chicks to give you head real fast
Silk scarf hangin out of my jeans
Naw homie, I ain′t thinkin I′m just doin my thing!

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Alright (Alright) OK (OK) I don′t dance (I don′t dance) no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it ′round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it ′round in the air
Alright (Alright) OK (OK) I don′t dance (I don′t dance) no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it ′round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it ′round in the air
HEY SWANG!

[Verse 3: T.I.]
I took some time off (okay), and now I′m back y′all (that′s right)
You in the line at the club, I′m in the back dawg (haaah!)
And when this song on, ballers peel stacks off
And make it rain on them broads, watch them stacks fall
Let it sag with ya pants get ya swag just right
Ride Bankhead flare flyin out the benz
Once a fool with it we ′gon bring ′em out again

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Alright (Alright) OK (OK) I don′t dance (I don′t dance) no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it ′round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it ′round in the air
Alright (Alright) OK (OK) I don′t dance (I don′t dance) no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it ′round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it ′round in the air
HEY SWANG!

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T.I. - Live Your Life

You′re gonna be a shining star
Your fancy clothes, your fancy ca-ars
And then you′ll see, you′re gonna go far
′Cause everyone knows who you a-are
So live your life (ay), ay ay ay
You steady chasing that paper
Just live your life (oh), ay ay ay
Ain′t got no time for no haters
Just live your life (ay), ay ay ay
No telling where it′ll take ya
Just live your life (oh), ay ay ay
′Cause I′m a paper chaser
Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my
life (oh)
Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my
life (oh)
Never mind what haters say, ignore ′em ′til they fade away
Amazing they ungreatful after all the game I gave away
Safe to say I paid the way for you cats to get paid today
You′d still be wasting days away, now had I never saved the
day
Consider them my protégé, homage I think
they
should pay
Instead of being gracious they violate in a major way
I never been a hater still I love them in a crazy way
Some say they sold yah and no they couldn′t even work on
Labor day
It ain′t that they black or white, their hands in areas the
shades of grey
I′m west side anyway, even if I left today and stayed away
Some move away to make a way, not move away ′cause they
afraid
I brought back to the hood and all you ever did was take
away
I pray for patience but they make me want to melt their
face away
Like I once made them spray, now I could make ′em put the
K′s away
Been thugging all my life, can′t say I don′t deserve to
take a break
You would rather see me catch a case and watch my future
fade away
You′re gonna be a shining star
Your fancy clothes, your fancy ca-ars
And then you′ll see, you′re gonna go far
′Cause everyone knows who you a-are
So live your life (ay), ay ay ay
You steady chasing that paper
Just live your life (oh), ay ay ay
Ain′t got no time for no haters
Just live your life (ay), ay ay ay
No telling where it′ll take ya
Just live your life (oh), ay ay ay
′Cause I′m a paper chaser
Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my
life (oh)
Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my
life (oh)
I′m the opposite of moderate
Immaculately polished with the spirit of a hustler and the
swagger of a college kid
Allergic to the counterfeit, impartial to the politics
Articulate but still I′ll grab a nigga by the collar quick
Whoever having problems with their record sales just holla
′tip
If that don′t work and all else fails then turn around and
follow ′tip
I got love for the game but ay I′m not in love with all of
it
Could do without the fame and rappers nowadays are
comically
The hooting and the hollering, back and forth with the
arguing
Where you from, who you know, what you make and what kind
of car you in
Seems as though you lost sight of what′s important when
depositing
Them checks into your bank account and you up out of
poverty
Your values is in disarray, prioritizing horribly
Unhappy with the riches ′cause you piss poor morally
Ignoring all prior advice and fore warning
And we mighty full of ourselves all of a sudden, aren′t we?
You′re gonna be a shining star
Your fancy clothes, your fancy ca-ars
And then you′ll see, you′re gonna go far
′Cause everyone knows who you a-are
So live your life (ay), ay ay ay
You steady chasing that paper
Just live your life (oh), ay ay ay
Ain′t got no time for no haters
Just live your life (ay), ay ay ay
No telling where it′ll take ya
Just live your life (oh), ay ay ay
′Cause I′m a paper chaser
Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my
life (oh)
Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my
life (oh)
Got everybody watching what I do
Come walk in my shoes
And see the way I′m living if you really want to
Got my mind on my money and I′m not going nowhere
So keep on getting your paper and keep on climbing
Look in the mirror and keep on shining
′Till the game ends, ′till the clock stops
We gon′ post up on the top spot
Living the life, the life
In a brand new city got my whole team with me
The life, my life
I do what I wanna do
I′m living my life, my life
I will never lose,
I′m living my life, my life
And I′m not stopping
So live your life!

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T.I. - Da Dopeman

Look at this little nigga, man
Ay T.I. is that really you man?
Yeah shawty, what′s happenin′?
Ay man can you give me a ride home, man?
Man, it′s 2:30 in the muthafuckin′ mornin′, what the fuck you doin′ out here?
Out here trappin′ tryna get rid of this bomb and purp, man
Man you can come with me on one condition
What′s that bruh?
Let me convince you to put that bomb down
I knew it T.I.
What?
You wasn′t really on that dope boy shit
I tell you what shawty, get in man
I′ll show you how to tote that tool
Make that double
Better be cool, you don′t want no trouble
Keep it leanin′ to the left
My gat stay cocked
I′m always super clean when you see me on the block
Keep my money in a knot with a rubberband on it
Blow to marijuana, know I got it if you want it
See me standin′ on the corner, slangin′ that crack
You know how it is to be the man in trap

[Chorus]
I′m the dopeman nigga the dopeman nigga the dope the dope dope the dopeman nigga
I′m the dopeman nigga the dopeman nigga the dope the dopeman the dopeman nigga
I′m the dopeman nigga the dopeman nigga the dope the dope dope the dopeman nigga
I′m the dopeman nigga the dopeman nigga (From a ki′ to a G, it′s all about money)

Look, bet all you see is tats, money, grills, and chains
But if you scratch the surface you can feel the pain
Names change but the situation still the same
The bills need payin′ nigga simple and plain
Take a young′n who′s aspirin′ to get him some change
Won′t nobody hire him so he get in the game
Went and bought a 50 slab, divide it up into ten
Sold ′em all, double down, did it again
By then you got enough to buy a quarter ounce
You sellin′ dimes to forty fiends buy it and bounce
Throw some money to your momma keep some food in the house
Cop the outfit and the Jordans on the day they came out
Betta get ya self a pistol know the jackers is out
Flip another seven grams, oh you hustlin′ now
Time to get yourself a half, make sure it′s some glass
A hundred bags sell it fast stack a G now you officially

[Chorus]

(I betcha think you pretty good at it now, huh?)

Now once you flipped a couple o′s know the game get gravy
Take twelve fifty go git ya two and a baby
Yeah sixty three grams if you whip that right
you should get back five or six that night Stack that money and repeat that twice
Buy you somethin′ to ride in, ya gotta be tight
Next time you buy somethin′ take twenty-five hundred
Get four and a half it come back in nine don′t it
Now stay low key when the money keep comin′
Keep some niggas on ya team to show these suckas they don′t want it
By then your connect will clearly see you on ya grind
Shit you come to get a nine and he front you what you buyin′
As long as you bring back your money on time
And if you snort blow, do it on your own time
At this rate you′ll be at a brick in no time
They say the want some weight, tell them niggas stand in line

[Chorus]

(Stay with me now shawty, here comes the fun part)

Now the robbers plottin′ on ya and your name stay buzzin′
You caught a sale case down in Macon with your cousin
Your connect ain′t worried, you and him cool
He know you′ll never tell what you and him do
A mob of a hundred just a few of them true
You heard a worker snictchin′ on you and it′s true
Everybody know you sell that shit
The feds come and get ya, shit we heard you
Tote that tool, make that double
Better be cool, you don′t want no trouble
Keep it leanin′ to the left, my gat stay cocked
I′m always super clean when you see me on the block
Keep my money in a knot with a rubberband on it
Blow that marijuana know I got it if you want it
See me standin′ on the corner slangin′ that crack
You know how it is to be the man in trap
I′ll show you how to be a

[Chorus]

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T.I. - Be Easy

[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 sick and derranged
Now you can′t, mention my city unless you mention my name
T-I-P-I-M-P, I′m the man

[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]
??? 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

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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T.I. - Whatever You Like

You know them old sugar daddies
They be tricking they tell them girls
I said you can have whatever you like
I said you can have whatever you like
Yeah

[Chorus:]
Stacks on deck. Patron on ice.
We can pop bottles all night
Baby you can have whatever you like
I said you can have whatever you like.
Yeah
Late night sex, so wet and so tight
I′ll gas up the jet for you tonight and baby you can go wherever you like
I said you can go wherever you like
Yeah

Anytime you want to pick up the telephone you
know that it ain′t nothing to drop a couple stacks on you
If you want it you can get it my dear
5 millions dollars homes drop the business I swear.
Yeah

I want your body. I need your body.
As long as you got me you won′t need nobody
You want it, I got it. Go get it, I′ll buy it
Tell them other broke niggas be quiet

[Chorus]

Shawty you the hottest. Love the way you drop it.
Brain so good could′ve sworn you went to college.
100k deposit. Vacations in the tropics
And everybody know it ain′t tricking if you got it
You ain′t never ever gotta go in your wallet.
Long as I got rubberband banks in my pocket.
5 6 rides wit rims and a body kit.
You ain′t gotta downgrade you can get what I get
My chick can have what she want.
And go in any store for any bag she wants.
She ain′t never had a man like that.
To buy you anything your heart desire like that.

I want your body, I need your body.
Long as you got me, you won′t need nobody.
You want it, I got it. Go get it, I′ll buy it.
Tell them other broke niggas be quiet.

[Chorus]

Talking big boy rides & big boy ice
Let me put this big boy in your life.
That thing get so wet & get so right
Let me put this big boy in your life. that′s right.

I want your body, I need your body.
Long as you got me, you won′t need nobody.
You want it, I got it. Go get it, I′ll buy it.
Tell them other broke niggas be quiet.

[Chorus]

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T.I. - Bounce Like This

[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]
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

[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]
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

[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

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T.I. - Stand Up Guy

[Intro]
Ey, I know you done kicked it with a lot of niggaz before
But you ain′t never kicked it with a nigga like me
Hey Hey

[Hook]
I see ya baby, throw ya hands up high
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy
Because the rocks go glisten and the drops on 20′s
Bend it over let it drop if you wanna roll wit me

I say all my sexy ladies throw ya hands up high
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy
Because it don′t get betta, niggaz don′t get cheddar
Like that fella in the yellow, purple label silk sweater

[Verse 1]
The stones keep glowin′ on my wrist like whoa
And she can′t stop lookin′ I know ya bitch like those
And she chose, ain′t no question if ya bitch might blow
Just get her to the crib and get her whole back so (sore)
I′ma blow my dro′, I′ma pop my peel
Ask anybody wanna take a shot, I will
Might see me in a different color drop, hot wheel
With the top down low, and the glock concealed
I got my niggaz who be racing up the block, One mil′
If the police try to chase me you know they a done deal
I got skills, anybody wanna come test
What′s in this .45 will be up in yo chest
A lot of ladies wanna kick it with a nigga so fresh
He could spend a 100k, any day, no stress
The watches is insane, the chain is grotesque
Stay single if you wanna but you gain no cash

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
If you got a man and you′re tired of being there
You done gave him too many chances, you′re tired of being fair
i offer you the opportunity to ride with a playa
You, me, and a couple of freaks in the ride with a playa
Never mind those outside, when they stare
′Cause the chrome 24′s on the ride give a glare
Because of one guy, you decided to share
As long as you having the time of your life, who cares
Man, we all sinners, what matters is in the center
I know god see its hard, and I′m a stand up nigga
You can′t beat me ′cause you ain′t man enough nigga
I look him in the eye and tell him man up nigga
You really getting money? Throw a grand up nigga
Wanna fight? You should′ve hit me when you ran up nigga
Really swift, don′t waste a hammer, body slam fuck niggaz
Go and kick it with the hoes and throw ya hands up with ′em

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
You ain′t know me ′cause I live so special
Try to stay low key but it′s still so special
Flat screens in the floor, quarter mil′ in the dresser
Jewelry box glowing like I loan on treasure
I′m chillin′ with Vanessa, met a girl named Heather
Told her "Hi, how ya doin′? Buy a drink? My pleasure"
Told her if she got a home girl go tell her
That I got a hard rug, I could go for-ever
If Vanessa wanna touch it just let her
If she laughed out loud, I′ll be shocked if we just met her
Bought the dro′, get low, and its only one-fifth
And it′s four peels left, do you wanna come with?

[Hook]

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T.I. - Every Chance I Get

[Intro: T.I.]
Real talk, true story (uh-huh)
No nuts, no glory (uh-uh)
Y′knowmsayin? (Real talk)
Ay dawg (yeah yeah)
I′ma tell you like this

[Chorus: T.I.]
Hey I′m so raw, and I′m so rich
And you so flawed niggaz ain′t ′bout shit
I′ll take yo′ broad, I can fuck yo′ bitch
Know that I′m gon′ ball every chance I get
Every chance I get, real talk, no shit
Every chance I get, make money on this
I′ll take yo′ broad, I can fuck yo′ bitch
Know that I′m gon′ ball every chance I get, every chance I get

[T.I.]
They say it′s lonely at the top, but I don′t feel lonely
Got my homies out in Hollywood so I don′t feel phony
Ain′t another nigga colder, cribs all over
Flash-in-pan, these other rappers catch a number, Coca-Cola
I′m exceedin expectations, you barely meetin quota
I give it to ′em straight, you cut it with baking soda
You said I ain′t Zone One, nigga ha, that′s a funny one
I′m King like my 3 year-old, Major like my youngest son
Got one named Domani, so you know what I′m gettin (guap)
Deyjah and Neek-Neek and Messiah like "Daddy, get ′em"
Got an angel named Leah here to keep me outta prison
And my partner Jason Geter to help me see about a billion
Listen; Grand Hustle, best respect this vision
My records sell about a million, but shit that just the beginnin
What with Club Crucial and Grand Hustle film division
Multiplication to get the paper, I let the clique do the division
Break bread, StreetCred.com makin a killin
Plus "A King of Oneself," high fashion, I′m flashin
I′m, ready for whatever though, trained to go you better know
Put dick up in whoever hoe, let ′em know

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
I gotta thank my lucky stars cause it came so far
Dope game, rap game, ′bout the same so far
Brag about your lil′ Benz, nigga that ain′t no car
I got some shit in my garage that requires a chauffeur
High as gas is, the country at war and people are starvin
And I pay a million dollars for Ferrari′s, retarded, huh?
Sorry bruh, been a dick that been ballin since it started up
Season hoe, get ′em all to fuck cause they know this dough stack tall as fuck
Nah, it ain′t that I′m rich that they hate so much
Least I could do it, not rub it in niggaz face so much
So I′m tryin now while I′m rhymin not to brag about the island
Or the crib in Hawaii where all the walls slide in
House is wide open, we could bring the outside in
I think you should hear about it, but fuck it I′ll be quiet
I just spit it how I live it homie I don′t be lyin
Would it make you feel better if I put my pockets on the die?
If I made less money, started to dress bummy
Would the haters and the critics have more respect for me?
Should I downgrade the crib and the way I live?
Now how about I don′t and we just say I did, nigga

[Chorus]

[Outro: T.I.]
Ay say homeboy
It′s real talk comin at you live and direct homeboy, you dig that?
Heh, you could hate all you want partna
I′ma give you somethin to hate on, bitch nigga
Ha ha! Grand Hustle, you understand?
DJ Toomp you did yo′ muh′fuckin thang as usual
Ay-hey look, P$C partna, Pimp Squad Click
Ay, Big Kuntry you up next homie
It′s the king, BITCH!
Yeahhhhhh, they say I ain′t Zone One, bitch nigga
My grandmama been livin on Center Hill 43 years, hoe-ass nigga
You understand that? Nigga come meet me nigga
See me nigga! You know?
Why niggaz gotta wait ′til a nigga got the police watchin you
and start kickin that fuck shit, you know?
You know how I get down, you know what it was nigga
You know you don′t wanna see me, bitch nigga!
Yeahhhhhh, AY!

[Chorus]

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T.I. - Wit Me

(Verse)
Bitch! Put my dick on yo face, put my gun in yo purse
Put my work in yo pussy, bitch don’t come on a word
Bitch the weed til you slime, these niggas greener than lime
So many knives in my pockets, the bitches need em inside
I was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo mouth
If you were right you should’ve died as a mouse
The weed louder than the opera house, til the fat lady sings
Drop codeine in my punch, I’m bout to take a swing
If niggas thinkin I’m soft, I’ll knock yo thinkin cap off
I get blood out these pussies, I’m a sneaking tampon
This for my niggas back home, I’m still New Orleans regardless
Got bitches fallin like olives ‘cause that bullshit to the tallest
My bitch is badder than me, call that Adam & Eve
I do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve
I kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the head
Hit his mama address then send his parents a text
I play with pussy, not these niggas
Crucify these niggas
Kidnap em cuz they fowl so ask em who gone by these niggas
Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties
To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me
(Wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

(Hook)
We ain’t playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Straight (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
She’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
He’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
(I’m wit you! )
We ain’t playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

(Verse)
I ain’t never been dumb my nigga
Or sucka neither, go ahead play ya part wit it
Cash on deck, they be layin round wit it
Gotta cake up, where the suckas playin rounds wit it
I’m cold, doubling this, just ask yo bitch
I swear she know her legs up high
She spread eagle and then took in my big ego
I’m stealthy, I Tunechi them
Let me tell you a little something bout me
I talk shit, break like Muhammad Ali
Damn, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali
I’m thrown, no catchin me
These niggas in the game – so sad to me
I’m sure no one would care we
Just put them out their misery
But no sympathy and no green, uh uh
Me home with no heat, uh uh
Can nigga talk bullshit of records at CM in public
And they never do nothing
You violator, demonstrations I’mma
Put niggas up on there, wherever we want
I got racks in my pocket right next to my lamas
I’m mowin my bag, the purple mohana
Get after my girl and it’s round whatever
So don’t be struck down when you seein me nigga
Whoever fuck with me be smoking the Sadie
You ready for war, you bout that like really
You catch me in Cali, you catch me in Phily
See me in Miami, the coppers is wit me
Don’t kick no niggas who be gossippin with me
Lookin for yo bitch but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

(Hook)
We ain’t playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Straight (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
She’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
He’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
(Talk to em! )
We ain’t playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

(Verse)
Uh, pussy money weed with me
Before you judge me I plead guilty
I wish you nigga would, I won’t get a splinter
Just bout a chicken, bout to break it down and check in
Turn this glock on and I’m not human
My drop zoomin, my eyes groomin
One giant leap for mankind
I’m high as mooman, how have you been?
Burning on my waist
But it ain’t that far away
I’m sparkling like some Chardonnay
Here today, gone today
I play with pussy, not these niggas
Crucify these niggas
Kidnap em cuz they fowl so ask em who gone by these niggas
Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties
To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me

(Verse)
Hey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain’t true
Julio on the yard, these niggas can’t do
These niggas ain’t kings, these niggas ain’t too
Got the game locked up, cuz whatever I ain’t going
Got the outside, inside, little lane too
I sold up nigga, hold up nigga
Pimps on the loop, put yo hoes up nigga
Handcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga
We’ll hit that bitch come pull up
Then her head and shoulders up it never hold in er
When your late checkin up, she match us about
Then we rollin some loud and leave up out the house
We leave up the house, getting 100’s and 50’s
And go do one up for 250
We sell out arenas at hundreds of cities
These niggas want trouble? I’m bringing it with me

(Hook)
We ain’t playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Straight (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
She’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
He’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
(I’m with you! )
We ain’t playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

(Outro)
They ain’t fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me
No, they ain’t fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me
Yo T.I.
They ain’t fuckin with us pimps

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T.I. - Ready For Whatever

[Intro:]
I think the price of fame cost to much
Hey these niggas talk to much
I′m ready for whatever
Somebody better tell em
Say I′m ready for whatever

[Verse 1:]
Even tho my head in the clouds I′m planning on the pavement
People walk around looking at me in amazement
I play a lot of game but where I′m being I ain′t playing with
They so judgemental that they don′t understand that
If ya life is in jeopardy
Everyday is you telling me
You wouldn′t need weaponry
Just because of your felonies
Consider this at least I got everybody sweating me
Homies streets is people who won′t rest unless I rest in peace
Killed my folk a year ago still in my sleep they threaten me
Paranoia stressing me
Ain′t nobody protecting me
I′m dealing with the pressure from my partner dying next to me
Thinking no ones arrested they coming for me eventually
This all the things that I would go and do mentally
This could be the reason I ignored the pennitentiary
Not mentioning new orlean niggas coming in the city killing all summer long ain′t no body pay
attention

[Bridge:]
Now is it that hard to understand if you listen
Die or go to jail that′s a hell of a decision
But I′m wrong and I know that my excuses arent important
I′m just trying to let you know that I ain′t think I had a choice

[Chorus:]
I had straps in my ride (ride) gotta go to prison (prison)
U waiting on me to die u gone be waiting for a minute
Boy I′m ready for whatever
Somebody better tell em
I′ll be here when the smoke clear and everything settle
Can′t afford the price of fame cause it cost to much
Plus these sucka niggas lame and they talk to much
That′s why I′m ready for whatever
Somebody better tell em
I′ll be here when the smoke clear and everything settle

Forreal, Forreal, Forreal
I said when everything settle
Forreal, Forreal, Forreal
I said when everything settle

[Verse 2:]
I′m a man I ain′t perfect I admit I′m guilty
But understand feel me
I will ride filthy
Cause niggas out there plotting to rob me and kill me
Five hundred thousand every year spent on security
My future looked bright but now it getting blurry
Niggas in a hurry to find me and bury me
For surely god will deliver
Me I′m about it I′m a fighter to the heart I′ll forever be about it
I′m a father to my sons asset to my community
Look all that I have done my good outweigh the negativity
Mentally I was focused on not letting history
Repeat itself that′s why heat was kept in that vacinity
Guess eventually I′m gon be known but no meliciously
Through all of the publicity was anyone considering
My position and the logic heading my decision
But they caught me with em and hauled me off to prison
PERIOD.

[Bridge:]
Now is it that hard to understand if you listen
Die or go to jail that′s a hell of a decision
But I′m wrong and I know that my excuses arent important
I′m just trying to let you know that I ain′t think I had a choice
FORREAL

[Chorus:]
I had straps in my ride (ride) gotta go to prison (prison)
U waiting on me to die u gone be waiting for a minute
Boy I′m ready for whatever
Somebody better tell em
I′ll be here when the smoke clear and everything settle
Can′t afford the price of fame cause it cost to much
Plus these sucka niggas lame and they talk to much
That′s why I′m ready for whatever
Somebody better tell em
I′ll be here when the smoke clear and everything settle

Forreal, Forreal, Forreal
I said when everything settle
Forreal, Forreal, Forreal
I said when everything settle
Forreal, Forreal, Forreal
I said when everything settle
Forreal, Forreal, Forreal
I said when everything settle
Forreal

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T.I. - Bezzle

(feat. Eightball, 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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T.I. - Do It

[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]

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T.I. - Kingofdasouth

[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 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 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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T.I. - Rubber Band Man

Hey..T.I.P.

(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
9 in my right
45 in my other hand

Who I′m is?

Call Me trouble-man
Always in trouble man
Worth a couple hundread grand
Chevy′s all Colors man

Who I′m is?
I 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
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
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 mind 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 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
9 in my right
45 in my other hand

Who I′m is?

Call Me trouble-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 wearing 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 patroll 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
9 in my right
45 in my other hand

Who I′m is?

Call Me trouble-man
Always in trouble man
Worth a couple hundread grand
Chevy′s all Colors man(repeat)

Who I′m is.....

nah, na,na, nah....repeat until fade out

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T.I. - King Back

[Excerpt from "Sting of The Serpent"]
And the prophecy read that
One day like the pheonix rose from the ashes
That a boy will be born unto a family in the slums
This boy will go on and use the knowledge that he gains
While fighting for survival in the streets
To become a crack leader
And in time that boy will grow to become King!!!!!!

[Verse 1]
Time to ride nigga (Just Blaze!!)
I welcome you and get acquainted with the youngest in charge
Respected from East to West like he was running the mob
Dictating, ain′t taking orders from no one but God
I know you niggaz is broke ′cause I know what you charge
Them niggaz wishing for a Phantom it′s one in my garage
It′s black as legary right next to the black Ferrari
You niggaz ain′t getting money off of rapping I′m sorry
Fuck the rep went and spent 60 large on a Harley
′Cause where he stay 10,012 feet not hardly
Now you see that we ain′t able to compete, now arewe?
And pardon me I′m giving you the Westside story
Of the A, where I stay and niggaz stay down for me
You want to play, have you gay niggaz lay down for me
And get a order for killers to spray rounds for me
Competition, you ain′t considered; you rapping, you bore me
You reppin the A horribly
Must I say more importantly

[Chorus: repeat 8X]
The king back!

[T.I.]
Ay, man y′all niggaz got me way too fucked up, you understand that?
What you need to do is homeboy
You need to go back and grab I′m Serious you know
You need to get familiar with Dope Boys and see where
all these niggaz got they style
See where that trap shit came from
Then you need to graduate to mother fucking In Da Streets Vol.1-3
Then you need to go to Trap Muzik, I got locked up for a second
Then grab Urban Legend and now to bring you up to speed

[Verse 2]
Who knew you could fit on your wrist a whole pound of diamonds
I′m number one on the list while you clowns are climbing
Wishing to be in positions that you found that I′m in
Since you niggaz do what it say I′m world renowned than sign me
If Jay handled the clay and around the time
I delivered a bad day when 4 5′s were spiraling
I care the least about police and the fireman siren
Ambulance ain′t gon stand a chance in reviving
DOA amend the beef will cease upon my arriving
Paramedics yell clear and your flat line silent
You ain′t ready for out here ′cause the lifestyle violent
You think you is, you must be living on Fantasy Island
Your mammies mad, get your ass wiped out like Thailand
Hit my phone and got what left and hit the three while you following
You say you want to release and go to war with the finest
Need you be reminded, want it with Your Highness?

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
Ay man I know y′all niggaz still in the trap everyday
Still man I know y′all don′t see nothing but the projects nothing but grits
But listen
Make no mother fucking mistake man
I still wiil shoot up my mother fucking self, AK and
45 nigga on side nigga
And come see ′bout niggaz you understand
But I don′t want to do that ′cause I respect that shit y′all doing
I started that shit
I made that shit cool
I made these niggaz want to be you nigga
Nigga respect this shit!!!!

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T.I. - Top Back

[T.I.]
Haaaa... Mannie Fresh I got you nigga
I′m gonna show these niggaz what to do with one of your beats
I′m shutting the whole block down
Here comes trouble homey
I′ma tell you how the king like to ride homeboy

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me riding 24′s with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black

[Verse 1]
I′m the man in my city ain′t nobody fucking wit me
You can ask the real niggaz and all the bad bitches
I′m a known drug dealer I always have 50′s
And the thugs and the killers was all in class wit me
SS′S on 26′s watching some television
Shorty I′m never slipping got the berretta in vision
And ready to pop the clip in, ready to get to tripping
Ready to show these folks a celebrity pistol whipping
Pimp stolen′ the automobile and the roof for the tag missing
Polices′ try to pursue me it′s nothing but gas given
Addicted to fast living, guess I′m one of my dad′s children
Think I′m bad now shoulda seen me before I had children
Give dick to ya daddy′s daughter and dare her to have children?
Hope he got some insurance ′cause death her ass is enduring?
Kill her in Mississippi and drive her ass to Missouri
Still my wet paint drippin′ while I′m woodgrain gripping

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I got this Pimp Squad Click I know you heard about us
Young niggaz filthy rich and we ain′t worried bout much
On this glock I clutch In God I trust
If a fuck nigga start bet his heart I bust
Got ya partners and the broad in ya car fucked up
What, ya under estimation thought a star wouldn′t bust
I got the heart and the guts on this purp I blow
Move ten bricks daily tryin′ to twerk five mo
Ya see the Cadillac swerving down Hollywood Road
On the flyest Spur in Cali fucking Hollywood Ho′s
On a pill and half with my partner Young Dro
Bumping Goodie Mob Soul Food number fo
Other rappers′ old dudes told dudes I′ma pro
With a loaded fo fo and a quarter brick of blow
(Hey) nigga don′t you hit me less you buying 6 or mo
My 24 blades glistening and my 808 kicking

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I wear the crown down under man somebody better tell ′em
′For I spit a hundred rounds and have everybody bailing
I got some bitches in a Benz and my partners in the Chevy
And now we riding Giovanni′s and Asani′s on Pirellis
If ya ever think ya trying to run up on me just forget it
The clip in the chopper long as ya leg and leave ya shredded
Pistol way in the truck got my knife on tuck
Ya think he ain′t getting stuck you got life fucked up
A couple stitches in ya hip will have ya night fucked up
Will he live? Will he die? Guess he might luck up
Meanwhile I′m racing my Ferarri like a light for a buck
Against Lamborghini Gallardo everytime I get a car...

[Chorus]

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T.I. - Bankhead

[T.I.:] Westside nigga (hey, hey, hey, Bankhead nigga)

[Chorus]
I got my 44′s, and my dro, and my Chevy on 24′s, and my Hoe,
now where′m I sposed ta go (Bankhead nigga)
I got my
44′s, and my dro, and my
Chevy on 24′s, and my
Hoe, now where′m I sposed ta go
(Bankhead nigga)

[T.I.:]
see me
Riding in the Chevy 44′s on the seat wit a
Quarter o blow get low lemme see, no tags, no license, da trunk loaded wit d riding
Fulton Ind., where we normally be, they pull us
Over you think I′m stopping you must be fuckin′ wit me,
if they don′t wanna die tonight they best stop fuckin′ wit me
Ima pull over in Bowen Homes where my cousin will be and they gon′
Hide me in they home while they lookin′ for me

[Mac-Boney:]
now we the
Neighborhood superstars, pimp a Chevy pullin′ hard
Thousand dollars worth of dimes
in the trap with rock stars we
Puttin′ fear in cowards hearts
when they see us on the block
Swirvin′ in da duce and fo′ all the bustin′ shots just because the Hell I care about getting caught

I′m makin′ bail by 12 o′clock
Back in the spot with the same bomb, serve and drop
I pull a hoe in Bangkok, drop her off at tip spot
I′m burnin′ rubber fuck the cops, another day on my block

[Chorus]

[AK:]
I′m
Cadillac daddy pulled up on some hoes from old naddy
Said I′m Pimp Squad hoe what′s happenin′
Westside getting them panties snapping
She asked me can I do the Laffy Taffy
I said I do to make the pussy happy
Lets get em home over on Virginia
Step inside a sweeta nigga contender you in for a
Lil fender bender
Baby just remember make it quick
You niggas kinda know me I′m the shit

[Big Kuntry:]
I′m the in the
Bubble, cush Chevy well at least that′s what it smells like
Hit the gas, poof, fire blowing out the tailpipe
Tailpipe, that′s all these hoes wanna lick for the night I
Treat em like Tina beat the pussy and ya call me Ike
That′s right, monster ridin′ sittin′ on the 28′s it
Sounds like a stadium, you woulda thought the braves played
the engine running like Vick
With the falcons on the hood
Mr. Mr. Westside
Yeah you know they in my hood

[Chorus]

[C-Rod:]
Ain′t no
Telling where I′m goin′, once I′m steppin′ out, singin′ on the
High life windows up in the clouds open up your consel that′s where I got my gun,
right next to that
get that finger roll another one
I got the vitamins make a freak fuck all night
Hoes know killas on the Westside
Earn stripes make the money turn right just look at my
Piece and my grillz swirvin′
off church street the pimp god gave me skills

[Young Dro:]
I was born up in Bankhead (Young Dro)
ya′ll remember me
Way back in 83′, T.I. stayed on the street for me
Just ′cause I′m from Bankhead, niggas havin′ beef with me
Half never seen a G, in the cap and my beemer V
10 screens folded, in my Chevy watchin′ "Lean On Me"
Ridin′ down Simpson bout to waste my Purple lean on me
Purple in the clean on me, the hoes on premolean
Waffle house charges the color black, I got a bee on me

[Chorus]

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T.I. - No More Talk

[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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T.I. - My Type

Lets go... yall gon wish for a nigga like me when i aint here you know what im sayin (you think im
lyin)
(say goodbye to the badguy)

[chorus]
(You don′t appreciate a nigga my type,
Once I die there ain′t no more niggas my type,
So just remember me right)
Bet you don′t appreciate a nigga my type,
But when I die there ain′t no more niggas my type,
So just remember me right,
Bet if I let them suckers kill me tonight,
All them haters gon′ be filled with delight,
God forgive me aight,
I sacrifice so they can live my life,
If necessary I′ll give my life,
What you hear is my life,
Reputation decorated with stripes,
No need crying at the end of my life,
Just remember me right

[Verse 1]
When your back was against the wall remember where could you go,
Remember who helped you again like he helped you before,
When out the way to let you know that you ain′t never alone,
Then they respect you then come here until they left you alone,
He thought you how to be weak, he thought you how to be strong,
Taught you not to accept the future go all out if he gone,
But it ain′t the same in the streets now that he gone,
He now in heaven in the thrown exactly were he belong,
But he left me devastated and his family mourn,
Sons turn to grown man since their daddy been gone,
Daughters grew like him or not he left his family home,
Even prepared the funeral service he had in the dome,
And then they came to represent for a stand up gent,
Who walked it like he talked it, always said what he meant,
Impossible to stop him had a head like cement,
Maybe now you′ll appreciate the nigga like this..

[chorus]
Bet you don′t appreciate a nigga my type,
But when I die there ain′t no more niggas my type,
So just remember me right,
Bet if I let them suckers kill me tonight,
All them haters gon′ be filled with delight,
God forgive me aight,
I sacrifice so they can live my life,
If necessary I′ll give my life,
What you hear is my life,
Reputation decorated with stripes,
No need crying at the end of my life,
Just remember me right

[Verse 2]
If they′ve only knew the man outside of the hype,
No matter what the situation he alway try to do right,
Still they gossip the told lie, used to take him for granted,
Often found it hard to relate, some how they can′t understand it,
′Cause that respect he gon′ demand it, theres a problem he handle it,
Looked adversity in the eye, he never ran from a challenge,
They try to knock him off balance when the fed came and got him,
Did the time on the edge came home now he stoppin′,
Now while them niggas used to hate him, but they girl use to jock him,
Swear he had the kinda swagger made the world stop and watch him,
Plus he possessed so much hustle, made it impossible to top him,
Got better every album, haters hate to see him drop em′,
They just talk shit from a distance, when he around they playin′ pose,
He use to scare the suckers shitless, probly why them niggas shot him,
Hey what it took nothing else than what they could′ve ever did about him,
So go ′head talk shit about him,
At least you ain′t forgot about him..

[chorus]
Bet you don′t appreciate a nigga my type,
But when I die there ain′t no more niggas my type,
So just remember me right,
Bet if I let them suckers kill me tonight,
All them haters gon′ be filled with delight,
God forgive me aight,
I sacrifice so they can live my life,
If necessary I′ll give my life,
What you hear is my life,
Reputation decorated with stripes,
No need crying at the end of my life,
Just remember me right

[Verse 3]
Wanna say sorry to my Mama,
King and Lil Mama,
See me go through so much drama,
You could stand a little thunder,
Never let em′ see you sweat, stay cool as a cucumber,
Stay ready for a whatever, make note Ima do wonder,
How he died? On his feet like a man with honor,
Showed you the sky was the limit, you can do whatever you wanna,
?? deja need me,
Don′t worry bout me Uncle Phil the ladies with me,
See me with your granddaddy,
I know you gon′ miss daddy,
But life ain′t always a dream, and horrible shit happens,
Had I let a nigga kill me before I could quit rapping,
An get to spend more time with ya, I know we woulda been happy,
But I had to take the chances, You would have been trappin′,
Long as I could keep that from happening,
Ya Papi could die happy,
So keep the wind at your back and the sun at your face,
Remember winnin′ in your blood you were born with what it take (okay)..

[chorus]
Bet you don′t appreciate a nigga my type,
But when I die there ain′t no more niggas my type,
So just remember me right,
Bet if I let them suckers kill me tonight,
All them haters gon′ be filled with delight,
God forgive me aight,
I sacrifice so they can live my life,
If necessary I′ll give my life,
What you hear is my life,
Reputation decorated with stripes,
No need crying at the end of my life,
Just remember me right

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T.I. - Limelight

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 imitated
Lou thats hollow point fim thats playin
Actually they demonstration
Orally Administration
Conversation here em sayin
Pills′ll make you fill amazing
Wish I could do this everyday
Anticipaten this occaision

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T.I. - Asap

[Intro]
Asap, asap, asap
Asap, asap, asap
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, you niggaz better exit
Asap, asap, asap, asap
Ay-s, ay-p, ay-s, ay-p
Asap, asap, asap, asap
Ay-s, ay-p, ay-s, ay-p
Asap, asap, asap, asap
A-s-a-p, A-S-A-P

[Verse 1]
I′m on my grind, grand hustle
Got the mind and the muscle
50 carrats in the crown just to shine on you suckas
I still tote the Glock 40 for the haters and the bustas
Fuck probation, if a nigga try to play me I′ma bust him
Ion′t need no security, reaching for my jewlery
Get you niggaz popped quick, filled full of hot shit
Fresh out the box Tip hot than a drop 6
Made a quarter mil′ in the penn givin′ stock tips
Haters wanna stop Tip, mad ′cus they not Tip
Ball every summer so your baby mama jock Tip
You don′t no drama pimp, I promise I do not slip
Chrome 4-5th, hid well if the cops trip
Bought my girl a Hummer with the chrome right in front of dat
5 carrat stones with the platinum all up under dat
Rap beef I ain′t gonna participate in none of dat
I′m aimin′ at your fitted cap and you ain′t gonna want none of dat

[Hook]
(Asap asap asap...)
A nigga try to play me, I′ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P
Ask anbody who runnin′ a G, bet they finna say me A-S-A-P
Niggaz hatin′ on P.S.C. get straightened A-S-A-P
A nigga try to play me, I′ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P

[Verse 2]
I know alota rappers don′t like me, but they won′t fight me
Feds swear I sell dope, well why they won′t indict me?
Advances on the throne, I ain′t never take it lightly
But all that tongue-wrestlin′ hatin′ while I′m gone don′t excite me
How many rappers you know that could hold they own on White street
East steady talkin′ on the cell phone nightly
Normal population, half the jail just like me
Polices think I′m crazy, scared a nigga gon′ strike me
Contrarily, a nigga tryin′ me is unlikely
They barkin′ don′t bother me, I′ll be bombin′ ′for they bite me
They just shocked to see my rap′s exactly how my life be
Shiesty, with a conversation quite pricey
My fist so rocky and and wrist so icey
Might be, thrown off my rocker just slightly
Fiesty, claimin′ hot temper don′t ignite me
I′m only gonna ask ya find the exit once politely

[Hook]
(Asap asap asap...)
A nigga try to play me, I′ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P
Ask anbody who runnin′ a G, bet they finna say me A-S-A-P
Niggaz hatin′ on P.S.C. get straightened A-S-A-P
A nigga try to play me, I′ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P

[Verse 3]
Flip, say who known to the land and the people
My plan is to keep you atleast 2, levels under me where I need you
I′ma take advantage of my chance to defeat you
Your true colors done shown, now it′s on when I see you
I′m grown nigga, so let it be know we ain′t equal
You sadly mistaken if you thinkin′ I can′t reach you
Beat you, to a fuckin′ pulp if I need to
The very spot ya standin′ in then is where I′ll leave you
Seen on the scene white tees and the v-suits
O.G. status, Ion′t beef unless I need to
Sissy you way outa line and you runnin′ outa time
Hang behind closed do′s when ya heard I got some time
Yeah I know you were thinkin′ outa sight and outa mind
But I′m the wrong one for you to try if you were tryna shine
Listen nigga this shit here is more than just alota rhymes
Ion′t know what ya do for your respect, but I′ma die for mine

[Hook]
(Asap asap asap...)
A nigga try to play me, I′ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P
Ask anbody who runnin′ a G, bet they finna say me A-S-A-P
Niggaz hatin′ on P.S.C. get straightened A-S-A-P
A nigga try to play me, I′ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P

Asap, asap, asap
Asap, asap, asap
Asap... asap, A-S-A-P, A-S-A-P
Asap, asap, asap
Asap, asap, asap

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T.I. - Slide Show

(feat. John Legend)

[Verse One: T.I.]
When I think about all my time and all my struggle
Through all my grinding and all my troubles
Man I came up from nothing, all I had was a hustle
with a blindfold trying to find pieces to the puzzle no muzzle
I tell it like it is, that′s that
Right or wrong I′ma call it like I see it don′t forget
That impossible is nothing your environments irrelavant
just don′t let your emotions overpower your intelligence
Refuse to give up, your mistakes don′t define you
they don′t dictate where your headed they remind you
The Time keep ticking let your mind keep clicking
Never stop thinking be aware of your positions
Be aware of the collisions and the potholes sitting
on the road that you travel on your life long mission
just listen every day is like a snapshot taken
if you live you can learn to be patient

[Hook: John Legend]
Cuz life is like a slideshow
all the places that I go
and I the things that I know
through all the highs and low
Cuz life is like a slideshow
All things that I′ve seen
and all the things that I′ve dreamed
you can′t take away from me
cuz life is like a slideshow

[Verse Two: T.I.]
As I look back at a fly young cat
who could rap with a dream look where I took that
Beginning on Bankhead then it spread out
vision in my head all I had to was get it out
when I walked out of my house and looked at my street
All I seen was opportunity that led me to truency
I ain′t really have a role model to infleunce me
Uncle Quinn in prison they say next it′s going be you in it
As I juvenile caught cases so fluently
Look at my life and learn from it don′t do it
if I only knew back then what I know now
how much better life would of been if I′da slowed down
Maybe I′da been Kanye instead of seeing Gunplay
But God got a plan, I′ll understand one day
But one day of life, like a snapshot taken
Just believe you can make it have faith be patient

[Hook]

[Legend singing]
Ohhhh, ohhh, ohhhhhh~!
Looking back on my lifetime
see the slides go by, sometimes I wonder why
looking back on where I′ve been
I remember when
do you remember then

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T.I. - Get Loose

f/ Nelly

[T.I. talking]
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, shot her 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 kind
Baby, I can make a mill if I rap or if I sing
Done tryina ball ma, I own a damn team
Even with the news nigga, still can′t hang
Let me tell you who I′m is
Lunatic mayne, straight up out the ??? 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
Slept with the best, I ain′t gotta flex
Got yo girl stretched out, pullin′ up her dress
Checkin′ out ???, I′m impressed
G-strings right in the middle of them wet
Her girlfriends with her and all of them next
I passed them a bottle, gave all of them X
Head *Pussy Popper*, so all them expect
The best sex, and that′s what all of them get

[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

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T.I. - Raw

[Chorus]
You niggas ain′t raw
I don′t buy none a that bullshit you tellin′ me
King you′ll never be, I can see you niggas ain′t raw
Hell naw, give a damn who you go and get
Real niggas know it we can notice that you niggas ain′t raw
Even know now you ′posed to be down with so and so
Still the same lame from a year ago, I know you ain′t raw
You ain′t graduated with the gladiators, you just practice for the young assassinators
You know you ain′t raw

[Verse]
Fuck that shit you tellin′ us
I know you ain′t shit as us
You ain′t no competitor, that shit there ain′t scarin′ us
You bought ya self a slaughterin′ a coffin′s what you headed for
You ain′t wanna die well nigga what you pull a weapon for?
Just cause we the niggas all of yo hoe bitches checkin′ for
and ain′t nobody real niggas rather hear instead of us
You ain′t out shinin us, you ain′t out sellin′ us
A lot of niggas do it don′t nobody do it well as us
Hater wanna flex with us
Let em get vested up
Hit em with the choppa chest and up, bet I wet cha up
Let cha partna get cha up, ain′t nobody catchin′ us
But this some shit I′m bound to receive a lethal injection for
King of the whole thing, fuck whoever steppin′ up
Give a damn whoever behind him, care about who catchin′ up
Long as I′m alive the second best you have to settle for
Come on now you really think you betta, bruh

[Chorus]

[Verse]
I got 44′s glowing on a boat just goin′
This bitch, his bitch, and yo bitch blowin′
Young pimpin′ get dough like his last name Cohen
My fan base spread and the shit kept growing
that what got me getting head in the vessel
of the G4 again hook a hustle up with investors
now there he go again
Twenty million later I guessin′ it finally soakin′ in
unless you just a hater who mad at me cause he broke again
Sellin′ all his jewelry considerin′ sellin′ dope again
cuz he was ballin′ out of control and posed to be focusin′
Wanna be the king by default they hopin′ for openin′
Pray the see the day they hear me say I never flow again
But au contraire I guarantee one year after another they′ll suffer as long as I′m here
Fear no man alive I don′t care, you don′t run shit nigga be clear

[Chorus 2x]

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T.I. - Get Ya Shit Together

f/ Lil′ Kim

[Intro - T.I. talking]
As you see the O.G.s from Grand Hustle done laid it down again
T.I.P. shawty
Hey yo, this for all my homegirls like to see a baller do his thing
Get ya shit together come on
All the eight, nines, and dimes
I′d like to welcome y′all to the best time of ya life
Ya understand that
All the stones is real
And it′s all chrome on the wheels, ya know
Anything less is uncivilized

[Verse 1 - T.I.]
Pull up to the club, lift both doors up
Hopped out clean and yo ho chose us
Walked in the door, make the show hold up
Cause my neck and my bracelet is so froze up
The kind of stones bitches wanna see close up
So we don′t appraoch them, they come and appraoch us
Roll the dro up then go post up
Look down with the west fixin′ go sho′ nuff
In the V.I.P. and all eyes on us
Hoes chill, poppin′ pills blowin′ dro no dust
What cha say, got a man so what
I don′t know him baby and he don′t know her
I got a new Phantom and my own chauffeur
Ya think ya fixin′ be thinkin′ bout him, no sir
Probably prefer to tel ya man good night
Unless you don′t wanna know what the good life look like

[Hook - Lil′ Kim, T.I.]
[Lil′ Kim]
If you ain′t gettin′ money good night
I know what a broke nigga look like
When ya ridin′ in ya wheels get ya shit together
Boy them diamonds ain′t real, get ya shit together
[T.I.]
Now we can ball seven days, six nights
If tht head and that pussy hit right
Hey, match ya panties with ya bras get ya shit together
Go get ya hair and nails done get ya shit together

[Verse 2 - T.I.]
Hey, I′m off the scene with Louis the thirteenth
Chains swings to my jeans, and my T-shirt clean
In case you been researching, I′m the King
With a style as mean as the Earth seem
Chest on ice, and my wrist on gleam
30 karats in the ring, money ain′t no thing
You think I′m playin′ but I ain′t joking
The dro king, if it ain′t purple, I ain′t smoking
Rubberband bank rolls, fifty thousand dollar cheddar knots
Try to shine, is you out your mind, boy you better not
I walk around with more money than you ever got
Shrewd attitude like I never had to sell a rock
Shawty I can get you in whatever spot
Backstage, front row, what I got to front for
I′m getting bored, don′t even know what I stunt for
Got a lot of rides, what it hurt to cop one more

[Hook - Lil′ Kim, T.I.]

[Verse 3 - T.I.]
To all my hot girls, if you wanna come chill
Or roll on chrome wheels, let me tell you what it is
We fixin′ throw a little party at the crib
Where the floors tricked out and the rooms like ill
The basement′s cool, but the pools unreal
Where that millionaire lives, shit remains concealled
So pop a pill, put on your blindfold
I′m hitting the dance floor, and grab eighty-nine more
Let em′ know we on the way where they been trying to go
I knew I had em′ when they asked me "What kind of diamonds are those"
Headed to the spot pouring double shots of XO
Play the "Love Below" ane watch′em undress slow
Flicks on the flat screen, make em′ want to "Get Low"
And spit shine this dick of mine until it gets swole
When they kick it with the king, they don′t wanna let go
So whatcha gonna tell a nigga, when he tell ya "Let′s Go"

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T.I. - My Air Forces

(T.I. talking)
Bet yall niggas don′t remember these wit Run-DMC...
Naw, I ain′t wit dem no mo...What they is now...MY AIR FORCES

[Verse One]
Walk through the hood at night
I dont like ′em laced tight, but they feel alright
Outta sight, all white, steeping swaging my strap
I got the four in my lap cause I stay in the trap
Like guess and heavy starch thrity-four in the way
With thrirty six so I can fit this forty-four on my waste
If I waste something one ′em I′ma throw ′em away
Pull a fresh pair out the trunk, and buy some more in a day
And I wear′em like I bought ′em, I don′t lace ′em or nuthin′
Got bitches wonderin′ why I don′t call, I don′t chase ′em or nuthin′
Funky fresh MC, I bet you see
T.I.P with a fresh new pair of Nike Airs on his feet
And when you see me in the streets, you know you looked at a star
The way the Congo and Polo the checks is even matching my car
Ahhhh, back to the subject though
I just letting you know about my air forces

[Chorus]
Don′t care how many shoes I get, when all else fails dem the shoes I pick
And I walk like so I don′t bruise my kicks
I got alot but none fit like my Air Forces
Brand new O-Eyed Benz
Where in less there ain′t a pair in every store I been
Gotta outfit, wanna make sure I′m fresh
Well you know I gotta go get my Air Forces

[Verse Two]
All white trimmed in gray
Bubbled laced to the top on with me
All day, collecting pay in the ass of a jay
Or any sucka nigga trying to get in my way
Stay kicking this muthafucking G.A. clay
With a limp and a sway and I don′t play
Hoes keep asking pimp why the the same ′ol shoes?
Bitch, I′m four pairs deep and I done paid my do′s
(My Air Forces)
Call number one like me
Hanging out the Chevy door when I stomp on the street
Concaine white leather feel good one my feet
Heyyyy, they ganranteed to keep you from the police
With bold they aint scuffed
The strap holding me up
My shoulder boy-cut
Who need platuim wwith super Dave, when dem boys be stuntin′
Nigga I′m just ballin′ it up in my Air Forces

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Stepping in my Air Force Ones, hat to the right plus I got my gun
Headed to the weed house to cop me a sack
Bumped into this bitch I knew from way back
Now I′m smoking good kicked back and I′m ridin′
Police pull me over and I had to jump up out it
Bail to the spot, had to shake these damn polls
Forces fucked up and I done lost my dro
All white and gray with dem bubble shoe laces
Even got dem blue ones for the special occasion
ATL fitted with the guess get a map
Pussy ass twidded em put a hole in my lap
Now I gotta situation at hand
Guess I gotta take it back to the old plan
Forces get my payment trying to catch a ride
Thats why I stay down wit my Air Forces

[Chorus]

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T.I. - Dead And Gone

(feat. Justin Timberlake)

[Spoken - T.I.]
Ay
Let me kick it to you right quick, man
That on some gangsta shit man, on some real shit
Anybody done been through the same thing, I′m sure you feel the same way
Big Phil
This for you pimpin′

[Chorus - Justin Timberlake (T.I.)]
Ohhhh (eyyy)
I′ve been travellin′ on this road too long (too long)
Just tryna find my way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
And ohhhh (eyyy)
I′ve been travellin′ on this road too long (too long)
Just tryna find my way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone, dead and gone

[Verse 1 - T.I.]
Ever had one of dem days wish woulda stayed home
Run into a group of niggas who gettin′ they hate on
You walk by
They get wrong
You reply then shit get blown
Way outta proportion
Way past discussion
Just you against them, pick one then rush ′em
Figure you get your hair that′s next
They don′t wanna stop there now they bussin′
Now you gushin′, ambulance rushin′
You to the hospital with a bad concussion
Plus ya hit 4 times
Plus it hit ya spine
Paralyzed waist down now ya wheel chair bound
Nevermind that now you lucky to be alive
Just think it all started you fussin′ with 3 guys
Now ya pride in the way, but ya pride is the way
You could fuck around, get shot, die anyday
Niggas die everyday
All over bull shit, dope money, dice game, ordinary hood shit
Could this be ′cos of hip hop music?
Or did the ones with the good sense not use it?
Usually niggas don′t know what to do when their back against the wall so they just start shootin′
For red or for blue or for blo I guess
From Bankhead or from your projects
No more stress, now I′m straight, now I get it, now I take
Time to think, before I make mistakes just for my family′s sake
That part of me left yesterday
The heart of me is strong today
No regrets I′m blessed to say
The old me dead and gone away

[Chorus - Justin Timberlake (T.I.)]
Ohhhh (eyyy)
I′ve been travellin′ on this road too long (too long)
Just tryna find my way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
And ohhhh (eyyy)
I′ve been travellin′ on this road too long (too long)
Just tryna find my way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone, dead and gone

[Verse 2 - T.I.]
I aint never been scared, I lived through tragedy
Situation coulda been dead lookin′ back at it
Most of that shit didn′t even have to happen
But you don′t think about it when you out there trappin′
In apartments, hangin′, smokin′, and rappin′
Niggas start shit, next thing ya know we cappin′
Get locked up then didn′t even get mad
Now think about damn what a life I had
Most of that shit, look back, just laugh
Some shit still look back get sad
Maybe my homboy still be around
Had I not hit the nigga in the mouth that time
I won that fight
I lost that war
I can still see my nigga walkin′ out that door
Who′da thought I′d never see Philant no more?
Got enough dead homies I don′t want no more
Cost a nigga his job
Cost me more
I′da took that ass-whoopin now for sure
Now think before I risk my life
Take them chances to get my stripe
A nigga put his hands on me alright
Otherwise stand there talk shit all night
′Cos I hit you, you sue me,
I shoot you, get locked up, who me?
No more stress, now I′m straight, now I get it, now I take
Time to think, before I make mistakes just for my family′s sake
That part of me left yesterday
The heart of me is strong today
No regrets I′m blessed to say
The old me dead and gone away

[Chorus - Justin Timberlake (T.I.)]
Ohhhh (eyyy)
I′ve been travellin′ on this road too long (too long)
Just tryna find my way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
And ohhhh (eyyy)
I′ve been travellin′ on this road too long (too long)
Just tryna find my way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone

[Hook - Justin Timberlake]
I turn my head to the East
I don′t see nobody by my side
I turn my head to the West
Still nobody in sight
So I turn my head to the North
Swallow that pill that they call pride
That old me is dead and gone
But that new me will be alright

I turn my head to the East
I don′t see nobody by my side
I turn my head to the West
Still nobody in sight
So I turn my head to the North
Swallow that pill that they call pride
That old me is dead and gone
But that new me will be alright

[Chorus - Justin Timberlake (T.I.)]
Ohhhh (eyyy)
I′ve been travellin′ on this road too long (too long)
Just tryna find my way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
And ohhhh (eyyy)
I′ve been travellin′ on this road too long (too long)
Just tryna find my way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone, dead...

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T.I. - Let Me Tell You Something

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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T.I. - Why U Mad at Me

[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 fuck about this industry
I′m a be the same tip til the end of me
Thats something you know automatically if you a friend of me
Question that will think other wise now you offend me
I came in this game not looking for a friend or enemy
Found them both now that niggaz in to me
Got little rap niggaz liking into me
Major lables and police want to censor me
Feds on my ass cause I′m in the streets
Think I still slang listen to lame niggaz who lie to snitch on me
It ain′t my fault that you can′t piture me
Ridein in a phatom and I swear I never favthom
All the fame that a nigga can gain from atlanta
Now I′m just tryin to maintain for atlanta
Befo niggaz would say in atlanta
I was rhode park doug high stayed in atlanta
Now true enough I sold yay in atlanta
But is that compared to contributions I made to atlanta

[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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T.I. - Why You Wanna

[Intro]
Hey T.I.P pimpin
Hey shorty why you gotta act like that, I′m sayin
I′m just tryin to be nice to you

[Chorus]
Go and tell a nigga no, wit a ass so fat
Hey why you wanna go and do that lil momma
Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that, do that
Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that-that-that
In a relationship been faithful to a nigga so whack
Hey why you wanna go and do that lil momma
Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that, do that
Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that-that-that..aye-aye

[T.I.]
Can′t help but notice how you glowing, I can see in yo face
Now I just wonder if he know he close to being replaced
Swear I treat you like a queen you put me in his place
So you can give back his ring and the key to his place
Tell the nigga one thing that you need yo space
Selling niggaz is one thing you don′t need to chase
I wanna kiss you everywhere between yo knees and waist
Hear the sounds that you makin, get yo knees to shake
Holla at me in the A, you feel you need to escape
I gotta mansion and a gate, you wit me you safe
A Benz, a Phantom and a truck wit 23′s the case
600 Gz in the safe, how much cheese it take?
This a chance you need to take, ain′t no need to wait
Say the word we can leave today, this song′s special
And it feel like faith, make a mistake
How the same thing making you say I′m making you stay

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
I can′t touch you like that, and make you make you feel like this
Holla if you came back and it′s still like this
Do he hit it from the back and make you feel it yo chest
Take advantage of what your concealing in yo dress
What, he think he too fresh to show that you the best
Compliment you on your hair and legs and treat you wit respect
Give you sex till you sweat, tongue kissing on yo neck
It′s been awhile since she got it like this I bet
I can tell you ain′t just another bitch I met
Ain′t nobody got me open like this, not yet
You confused ain′t decided which way you should go yet
So how you keep sayin no with yo panties so wet

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
This nigga playing mind games man
I think the time came, that you mind changed you understand
Life is like a chess move, you need to make yo next move
Yo best move, keep it pimpin′ you understand...hey
I mean you know what I′m sayin I don showed you how I feel
You know what I′m sayin, I put myself all the way out there you know
The ball in yo court man, but I just got a question for you...
Is you happy??

[Chorus]

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S Club 7 - You Are Everything

You are everything

Today I saw somebody
Who looked just like you
He walked like you do
I thought it was you
As he turned the corner
I called out your name
I felt so ashamed
When it wasn′t you
Wasn′t you

You are everything
And everything is you
Oh, you are everything
And everything is you
Oh you are everything
And everything is you
Oh baby

How can I forget
When each face that I see
Brings back memories
Of being with you
Oh darling I just can′t go on
Living life as I do
Comparing each girl with you
Knowing they just won′t do
They′re not you
No, no, baby

You are everything
And everything is you
Oh, you are everything
And everything is you
Oh you are everything
And everything is you

For you′re everything to me
Don′t you know you′re everything to me Oh
You′re everything
Everything to me

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S Club 7 - Do It Till We Drop

Come out and play with me baby
Like girls do
Come on and play with me baby
Right now
I wanna stamp to the music
You know how much I like it
When you turn me around

I can′t stop
I can′t calm down

Why don′t we dance to the music
Like boys do
Why don′t we dance to the music
Right now
I wanna move with you baby
You know how much I like it
When you turn me around

It′s so hot
We can′t complain

Why don′t we do it till we drop (so why, so why why)
Why don′t we start it up and never stop (don′t stop, don′t stop)
Why don′t we dance
Get the girls with the boys
And the boys with the girls
It′s easy to see
When you′re here with me
Together we′ll make it forever

Over here, over there
You′re looking for me
Let me get down my special lady
I′ve been watching you watching me
Girl all night
I′ve been sitting and waiting for your green light
Clock is ticking and you still dont bite
If only I knew what was on your mind

And I just gotta let you know
That you′re the one
I want you so

So we can talk for a moment
I′ll tell you
All of the secrets
Inside of my mind
I think it′s time
That I told you
I wanna get to know you
Before we run out of time

It′s so hot
We can′t complain

Oh won′t you stay with me baby
Till daylight
And stay this way
Till the end of all time
I wanna be with you darlin′
You know how much I like it
When you turn me around

It′s so hot
We can′t complain

Why don′t we do it till we drop (so why, so why why)
Why dont we start it up and never stop (don′t stop, don′t stop)
Why don′t we dance
Get the girls with the boys
And the boys with the girls
It′s easy to see
When you′re here with me
Together we′ll make it forever

If you wanna have fun with me
Just come to my drum with me
We can get freaky deaky
When ya wanna slow down, see me
And slide your body right next to me
No need to rush
We can take it slow
Get down with the rhythms
Cause I′m feeling your flow

And I just gotta let you know
That you′re the one
I want you so

Why don′t we dance to the music
Like boys do
Why don′t we dance to the music
Right now
I wanna move with you baby
You know how much I like it
When you turn me around

It′s so hot
We can′t complain

Why don′t we do it till we drop (so why, so why why)
Why don′t we start it up and never stop (don′t stop, don′t stop)
Why don′t we dance
Get the girls with the boys
And the boys with the girls
It′s easy to see
When you′re here with me
Together we′ll make it forever

Why don′t we do it till we drop (so why, so why why)
Why don′t we start it up and never stop (don′t stop, don′t stop)
Why don′t we dance
Get the girls with the boys
And the boys with the girls
It′s easy to see
When you′re here with me
Together we′ll make it forever

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S Club 7 - We Got It

I see you staring at me,
you like me,
don′t you,
i do,
you know it′s true,
yes you do,

[Chorus]
I got it,
you know it,
and i really like to show it,
We got it,
you don′t know it but you know we got it

I got style and can sing,
i don′t sing about everything,
so cmon get on your feet,
ooo-ya-a-a

[Repeat chorus 3x]

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S Club 7 - If It′s Love

If It′s Love
If it′s love, if it′s love baby
If it′s love, if it′s love baby
If it′s love, if it′s love baby
(whoo whoo whoo)
When your world has falln′ apart
And still the strong of heart
Something has changed around you (whooho)
When the stars shine from the sky
From morning until night
Something has changed inside you
Now you′re here don′t ever go (whooho)
If it′s a dream don′t won′t a know (whooho)
Let me believe in this feeling for the rest of my life

If it′s love then I don′t wonna come down
If it′s love-in-us then leave me to drown
If it′s love that I see then don′t rescue me
Cus nothing could be greater than this rush
If it′s (love) love

When you put troubles in the snow (whooo)
And still the flowers grow (whooo)
Something has changed around you
When the future lifts your heart (whooo)
And hope is all you′ve got (whooo)
I know it′s because I found you
Now you′ve come don′t ever let go (whooohoo)
If I′m wrong don′t want a know (whooohoo)
Let me believe in this feelig for the rest of my life

If it′s love then I don′t wonna come down
If it′s love-in-us then leave me to drown
If it ′s love that I see then don′t rescue me
Cus nothing could be greater than this rush
If its (love)

Hold me now let the feeling go on (feeling go on)
Hold me close let the feeling so strong (feeling so strong)
Can′t be wrong let because the feeling so right (felling so right)
Just let me stay tonight for the rest of life

If it′s love, if it′s love baby
If it′s love, if it′s love baby
If it′s love then I don′t wonna come down
If it′s love-in-us then leave us to drown
If it′s love that I see then don′t rescue me
Cus nothing could be greater (nothing could be)
Cus nothing could be greater (nothing could be)

If it′s love, only if it′s love
If it′s love,
If it′s love, if it′s love baby
If it′s love,
If it′s love, if it′s love baby, only if it′s love
If it′s love,
If it′s love, if it′s love baby, only if it′s love (to fade)

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S Club 7 - Venger Is Here

another spooky night,
Another creepy fright
In little old helix town.
Before you cut some slack,
Those violent orcs attack
And everything′s goin′ down.
Venger is here.
Just give us a break.
Venger is here.
It′s a give and take.
Venger is here.
Just give us a break.
He′s fake.
The ranger, cavalier,
And the others appear
When venger rears his ugly head.
Despite they may not die,
Their pal uni will cry
And later on, she is dead.
Venger is here
And we′re in trouble.
Venger is here.
Better cut on the double.
Venger is here
And we′re in trouble.
He′s fake.
There goes those six young tykes
Whenever venger strikes
And later on, he is gone.
The cavalier says: hault,
It′s dungeon master′s fault
For leading us at the crack of dawn.
Venger is here.
We just want him dead.
Venger is here.
He′ll be over your head.
Venger is here.
We just want him dead.
He′s fake.
Venger is here.
Venger is here.
Venger is here.
He′s fake.

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S Club 7 - Love Ain′t Gonna Wait For You

Your heartbeat′s taking over
And there′s nowhere you can go
And the love that you discover
Is finally taking hold
When it feels like the beginning
And the story will unfold
There′s a time to take your chances
Don′t be scared of the unknown

Cause you can′t fight it
Don′t deny it
Love is stronger than each other
Show me baby
What you′re gonna do, do

Love ain′t gonna wait for you
Don′t run, don′t hide
Love ain′t gonna wait for you
It′s so good, it′s so right
Love ain′t gonna wait for you
You know that it′s true
Love ain′t gonna wait for you

So baby hold me really closer
Be the one I give my all
There′s no waiting a minute longer
To finally give your heart

You can′t hide it
Don′t deny it
Love is stronger than each other
Show me baby
What you′re gonna do, do

Love ain′t gonna wait for you
Don′t run, don′t hide
Love ain′t gonna wait for you
It′s so good, it′s so right
Love ain′t gonna wait for you
You know that it′s true

I can′t hold back what I′m thinking
Don′t you tell me that I′m dreaming
You know that there′s something you should do, do, do, do, do

Cause love ain′t gonna wait for you
Don′t run, don′t hide
Love ain′t gonna wait for you
It′s so good, it′s so right
Love ain′t gonna wait for you
You know that it′s true

Cause love ain′t gonna wait for you
Don′t run, don′t hide
Love ain′t gonna wait for you
It′s so good, it′s so right
Love ain′t gonna wait for you
You know that it′s true

Cause love ain′t gonna wait for you
Don′t run, don′t hide
Love ain′t gonna wait for you
It′s so good, it′s so right
Love ain′t gonna wait for you
You know that it′s true

(Fade)

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S Club 7 - Bittersweet

I still think about how it used to be
So entwined in my own lies, surrounded by this make believe
I′ve been held by despondency
I should have known the road I chose would run out on me (oh no)

I could′ve faded
Been jaded
By every consequence
Every word that you hurdled
Was part of my defense
You can hurt me
Desert me
It makes no difference

I give as good as I get

Like a weight falling from my shoulders
I′m not going to go that way again (never going back)
When everybody said that my days were over
Wouldn′t get the time to comprehend (you should′ve known that)
You should′ve known it would make me stronger
I was never gonna fade away (don′t you know that)
I keep it coming, my destiny aint running away from me
And it′s all so bittersweet

In my life, I had no room for comprimise
The things I′ve done have been the ones I have had to leave behind
Look in my eyes, you barely recognise
The woman who depended on you to sing a little praise or criticise (oh no)

So I hide it
Divide it
Bout what I feel inside
Now I take it
Or make it
I′m gonna be alright
Whether you need me
Believe me
You′ll never hurt my pride

Finally all this feels like

Like a weight falling from my shoulders
I′m not going to go that way again (never going back)
When everybody said that my days were over
Would′nt get the time to comprehend (you should′ve known that)
You should′ve known it would make me stronger
I was never gonna fade away (don′t you know that)
I keep it coming, my destiny aint running away from me
And it′s all so bittersweet

Look into my eyes
I wont be left behind
Everything′s going to be fine
And I have never felt like this
I have no need to reminisce
Those old days have gone
And I keep holding on

Like a weight falling from my shoulders
I′m not going to go that way again (never going back)
When everybody said that my days were over
Would′nt get the time to comprehend (you should′ve known that)
You should′ve known it would make me stronger
I was never gonna fade away (don′t you know that)
I keep it coming, my destiny aint running away from me
And it′s all so bittersweet

Like a weight falling from my shoulders
I′m not going to go that way again (never going back)
When everybody said that my days were over
Would′nt get the time to comprehend (you should′ve known that)
You should′ve known it would make me stronger
I was never gonna fade away (don′t you know that)
I keep it coming, my destiny aint running away from me
And it′s all so bittersweet

Like a weight falling from my shoulders
I′m not going to go that way again (never going back)
When everybody said that my days were over
Would′nt get the time to comprehend (you should′ve known that)
You should′ve known it would make me stronger
I was never gonna fade away (don′t you know that)
I keep it coming, my destiny aint running away from me
And it′s all so bittersweet

(Fade)

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 06:51:39

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S Club 7 - It′s Alright

Dubbi dubbi ah a-a-ah
Do do-do, do do-do
Do do-do, do do-do
Do do-do, do do-dubbi dubbi ah a-a-ah

So tell me how you feel
Tell me what is going on
Cos when all hope is gone
You need a friend
Ah ha, yeah

I′ll be there for you (for you)
I′ll be there to help you through (you through)
Take you to another place
Cos you got a friend
(You got a friend, yeah)

When you′re feeling lone
And you′re on your own
You got nowhere to go
You gotta pull yourself together

It′s alright
Anything you wanna
It′s alright
Leaving all your troubles
Far behind
Don′t let anybody tell you
How to live your life

Cos it′s alright
No matter what you′re feeling
It′s alright
You cannot stop believing
In yourself
Don′t let anybody tell you
How to live your life
Cos it′s alright

It′s alright
You know it′s gonna be alright
Oh yeah

You gotta understand now
Tomorrow is brighter day
The memories will fade away
And the sun will shine, on you

So many friends you get to make
So many hearts you get to break
So much love you gotta give
Your whole life′s still left to live

Spread your wings and fly
Kiss the pain goodbye
Let the tears run dry
You gotta get yourself together

It′s alright
Anything you wanna
It′s alright
Leaving all your troubles
Far behind
Don′t let anybody tell you
How to live your life

Cos it′s alright
No matter what you′re feeling
It′s alright
You cannot stop believing
In yourself
Don′t let anybody tell you
How to live your life
Cos it′s alright

Won′t you tell me it will be alright
You know its gonna be alright
Please tell me it will be alright

When you′re feeling lone
And you′re on your own
You got nowhere to go
Now′s the time to get yourself together

It′s alright
Anything you wanna
It′s alright
Leaving all your troubles
Far behind
Don′t let anybody tell you
How to live your life

Cos it′s alright
No matter what you′re feeling
It′s alright
You cannot stop believing
In yourself
Don′t let anybody tell you
How to live your life
Cos it′s alright

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