T.I. - What You Know?

Aye..aye..aye..aye..aye..
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
Aye...
don’t you know I got
key by the three when I chirp shawty chirp back
Louis nap sack
where I hold′n all tha work at

What you know about that?
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
I know all about that

Loaded 44s on the low where the cheese at
Fresh off the jet to the Jects where the G’s at

What you know about that?
What you know about that?
Hey what you know about that?
Hey I know all about that

See me in ya city sittin pretty kno I′m shining dawg
Ridin wid a couple Latin brawds and a china doll
And you kno how we ball
Aye..
Ridin in shiny cars
Aye..
Walk in designer malls
Aye..
Buy everything we saw
You know about me dogg
Don’t talk about me dogg
And if you doubt me dogg
You better out me dogg
I′m throwed off slightly bro
Don’t wanna fight me bro
I′m fast as lightning bro ya better use ya Nike’s bro
Know you don’t like me cause
Yo bitch most likely does
She see me on them dubs
In front of every club
I be on dro I’m buzzed
Give every ho a hug
Niggaz don’t show me mugs
Cause you don’t know me cuz

Aye...
don’t you know I got
key by the three when I chirp shawty chirp back
Louis nap sack
where I hold′n all tha work at

What you know about that?
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
I know all about that

Loaded 44s on the low where the cheese at
Fresh off the jet to the Jects where the G’s at

What you know about that?
What you know about that?
Hey what you know about that?
Hey I know all about that

Candy on the ′64
Leather guts and fish bowl
50 on the pinky ring just to make my fist glow
Ya bitches get low
Because I get dough
So what? I′m rich ho
I still pull a-kick-do′ (kick ya door down)
What you talking shit fo’?
gotta run and hit fo’?
Got you a yellin and I thought you put out a gun hit fo
But you’s a scary dude
Believed by very few
Just keep it very cool
Or we will bury you
See all that attitude’s, unnecessary dude
You never carry tools not even square, he cube
You got these people fooled, who see you on the tube
Whatever try the crew, they’ll see you on the news

Aye...
don’t you know I got
key by the three when I chirp shawty chirp back
Louis nap sack
where I hold′n all tha work at

What you know about that?
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
I know all about that

Loaded 44s on the low where the cheese at
Fresh off the jet to the Jects where the G’s at

What you know about that?
What you know about that?
Hey what you know about that?
Hey I know all about that

Fresh off the jet to the block
Burn a rubber with a top-pop
I’ll pop and bust a shot and tell em stop and make the block hot
Ya label got got
Cuz you are not hot
I got the top spot
And it will not stop
A video or not that will bust it to the glock stop
Drag ya out that Bentley Coupe and take it to the chop shop
Partner, we got ya′ll
If it may pop off
I’ll answer the question “Will I get ya block knocked off?”
And what it is bro
Look I′ll kill ya, bro
I’m in your hood, if you a gangsta what you hid for?
Somebody better get bro for he get sent for
You say you wanna squash it what you still talkin shit for?

Aye...
don’t you know I got
key by the three when I chirp shawty chirp back
Louis nap sack
where I hold′n all tha work at

What you know about that?
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
I know all about that

Loaded 44s on the low where the cheese at
Fresh off the jet to the Jects where the G’s at

What you know about that?
What you know about that?
Hey what you know about that?
Hey I know all about that

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T.I. - Act II (T.I.)

Umm... goddamn... uh what the fuck, what time is it? I swear I parked my car... shit

Aye... light hit my face sun brought the heat
Open my eyes see my car parked across the street
And then it hit i ain′t really slept that long in a week
Matter fact i don′t even remember falling asleep
Alantic office claimin j just keep calling the heat
Is it an emergency or something you need to talk to me?
J said (i thought you needed to talk to me)
(If it′s a change made aware i think i outta be
You making ultimatums now you don′t talk to me
You make shit way worse then it outta be
I aint arguin on the phone come talk to me
Ill be waitin on you dawg at the office peace)
Now im thinkin hard as i walk ot my house
The f***k have i done now, what could he be talkin bout?
I been stayin outta trouble shit i bin on the couch
I was workin on the album i was listenin now
Then doug called (ay you spoke to J?)
Yea is it something i dont know that i was supposed to say?
All i know before the hour i awoke today
Nigga commin wit the realist and he chose today
Im real close to J i seen ups and downs hit
But i aint never heard him sound the way that he sounded
It really caught a nigga by surprise, i was astounded
He a real cool dude but why he call me clownin?
(you say′n you dont know bout it?)
Know bout what?
(Atlantic records said you called the office and went nuts)
(makin death threats talkin loud gettin buck)
Man they said i did what? folks im just gettin up
(say you waitin out your deal till you hear its up)
(planin to make away with 20 million bucks)
You bullshitin me right? is you serious brugh?
(yea they said you found out the rapper T.I.P wit us
I talked to Craig, Jewels and Kais a long time
Long story short they said you don lost ya damn mind
And i runnun off deep and across ya damn mind
You crossed the thin line, i′m hearin em tell atlantic
Its so much shit about cha, they dont give a shit about cha
Say′n you ain′t doin′ nothing they couldn′t have done without cha
You ain′y never been hotta, worked a whole lotta years and came up
To go way back to the bottom, what...)

Man...what the hell is yall talkin bout?
I been in the house all night
I don′t know nothing bout that shit man
I got the album right here
Man send this to em

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T.I. - At the Bar

Bartender I really did it this time
broke my parole to have a good time
when i got home it was 6 A.M.
the door was locked so I kicked it in
she was trippin on the bills,
I think she was high on some pills
she through my shit out into the yard
then she called me a punk and slapped me real hard
and in my drunken stupor i did
what i should of never done
now I am sitting here talking to you
drunk and on the run

[chorus:]
I sittin at the bar on the inside waiting on my ride on the outside
she broke my heart at the trailer park so i jacked her keys to her fucking car
and crashed that piece of shit and stepped away

You know Moe, I′ll probably get ten years
so just give me beers until they get here
yeah I know the sun is coming up
and yall are probably getting ready for closing up
but I′m trying to drown my soul
I am tired of this life on a dirt road,
and everything that I love is gone
and I′m tired of hanging on
she got me sittin at the bar

[chorus]

Guess it was meant to be romance
is misery so much for memories
and now I am heading to the penitentiary
see me on TV the next cop series
I am a danger I guess I should have did something about my anger
but I never learn, real things I don′t concern
I pour kerosene on everything I love and watch it burn
I know it′s my fault but I wasn′t happy it was over
she threw a fit so I crashed that piece of shit

And now I am going back again
back to the pen to see my friends
when we all pile up on that county van
they′ll ask me where I′ve been
I′ve been at a bar on the inside

[chorus]

NA NA Na NA nA nA na na na

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T.I. - I′m Illy

[T.I.]
Rebel for the hell of it, hella rich
Never have to sell a brick again, must I tell a bitch again
The bullshit I′m addressin check I′m on some next level shit
Never been fucked in the game, I′m celibate
Rarely out my element, barely out the ghetto with
One foot out and one foot in, intelligent as fellas get
Listen let′s settle this - be clear
I could fall back seven years, still it ain′t no one ahead of me
Consider it a blessin if you get to stand next to me
Five star general, O.G. veteran
Caked like Entenmann′s, blowin that celery
Stack that cash like the U.S. treasury
Every single thing I ever did was done heavily
Rap until you′re 70, still ain′t no catchin me
Put it on my pops, Big Phil, Aunt Beverly
Be standin on the top still after they bury me
Nose in the air so stuck up arrogant
Ain′t got long hot songs, best cherish it
Cool when I drop mine that′s over, finito
You payin for your foul like a free throw, baow!
Now, how could a nigga think that he could see me
Other than the magazine covers or the TV
Know I sold mo′ mixtapes than your CD
You′re waitin on your big break, prayin you could be me
You ain′t made it far as D.C., on the low
I been all around the globe like a God how they treat me
Broads hit they knees, eyes closed when they greet me
Mouth wide open just, beggin me to skeet-skeet
You in a deep sleep, stop dreamin
I′m six albums in for 10 years I been five hot steamin
The limelight′s mine, I′m gleamin, beamin
That′s why I say I′m King bitch I got my reasons

[Chorus: T.I.]
Wrist so frosty, neck so chilly (bing)
All on my mind is to get more millies (what?)
Niggaz talk shit that′s silly (HA!)
Shawty he ain′t about that really (nah) is he? (AY!)
Nigga I′m illy (yeahhhh)
Haha, haha, haha, hey
Ay, I run this city, clearly (BANKHEAD!)
Tell ′em get lost, I′m busy, really?
Nigga I′m illy

[T.I.]
Where niggaz get off? Piss off!
Me and mine oughta take time to pop a lid off
Shit all, over the whereabouts of me, is y′all
sick in yo′ fuckin mind, you figurin I′ma fizz off
Never cooled off, Tip scorchin
Minimal injury thought they wishin me maximum misfortune
Number one hands down, flows paint portraits
Everybody thinks you stink like horse shit
House full of chicks on some "Girl Next Door" shit
A king who once sell 30 mil′ out the store quick
Of course this case lost all my endorsements
Tripled up on real estate, still buyin more shit
But Tip bankrupt accordin to your sources
I′m still caked up along with more reinforcements
Tore shit, up from the lab up to the rooftops
Officially, the hottest nigga rappin since 2Pac
′Fore you rap ′bout me, best ask ′bout me
I′m out my fuckin mind, need counselin
Please don′t doubt me, trust me, drama ain′t nothin
It′s all fun and games ′til somebody start bustin
′Member my discussion when rappers be battlin
I find out about it, better get to skedaddlin
Pack your family bags, move ′em out to Seattle and
We ever cross paths you′ll need ambulance and bandages
Live life glamorous, so extravagant
Mandarin, oriental worldwide travellin
Hip-Hop champion, for real though
You couldn′t fuck with me with a Brazil hoe nigga, but still though

[Chorus - 2X]

[T.I. - over Chorus]
Hahaha, HEY...
Ay just remember I do this shit when I want to nigga
It′s me nigga!
Zone One homie
Yeah, yeah...
I don′t wanna hear shit ′bout I can′t rap like this
when I ain′t did it that way nigga
FUCK you partner!
Yeah!

Yeahhhhh - this the King, bitch!

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T.I. - Act I (T.I.P.)

Rapper T.I.
3 grammy nominations
with the second highest debut on the hip hop
if u look left there′s a monkey next to an anaconda
sentenced to probation
Philon Johnson gun downed.
In a hail of gun
suffered a miscarriage
ATL opens with a
features with the acting debut of rapper T.I.

I aint sign up for dis shit. Lost my partner. Lost my life homes. F**k dis sh*t. Im done.

A listen homes. Get Atlantic on da phone. Gon call em. Tell Craig, Julie, Cap and Col. I need
to holla at em. First I gotta let em kno Im tired of rapping. F**k da money. Ever since Phil
died I aint happy. A wats happenin. We under new operations. Though we ready, we′d like ya
cooperation better. Listen when Im talkin. Throwed off. I aint patient. Ima tell once then
start countin shell cases. Don′t mean to scare but dis bullsh*t is irritating. Ima tell u like
it is shawty. I aint fin to play. I feel another K comin round da corner any day. I kno da
consequences. Im da same nigga anyway. Its way more important that wat Im fin to say. Do wat I
say or I aint droppin sh*t till 2028 (who gives a f**k if he comes on to 20 for 28. He said da
year 2028 u f**kin moron) Listen guys. Im on dat be hot sh*t. Its T I P for now on. F**k dat T I
sh*t.
Give a damn wat any nigga gotta say bout dis. Yea I think its best to say I did it.
Don′t be emailin to itinerary. I wont get it. Ya best bet
just holla when they filled da jet. Tell City aint no photo shoots and I aint in da building.
Accused now b in da southern just to shoot a dozen movies.
(Cash dat check and be spending our money)
You right about dat honey. Thanks for doin dat for me. Speaking of money. You can always
buy me out but da price high. I aint none of T I nigga. No moe Mister Nice Guy.
(Listen kid. Understand me here. Dis is Leor Colin. You better treat dis company wit some respect.
And you
better not be playin wit my muthaf**king money.) I got ya motherf**king money partner but I
aint playin. U got any since, youll do wat da f**k I say. I aint sellin no god**** albums. Dat
aint no threat. Dats a muthaf**kin promise jack. Come and see me if you want. Get it like da
Red Cross nigga.

[phone hangs]

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T.I. - Hands Up

(Man speaking)
We going to Cuba wit′ this one
Yea, I been rehabilitated, rejuvicated
And most important卹elocated
So now, with no further to do

(Hook 2x)
Now ladies stand up
Or if you wit′ me shake ya titties
Throw your hands up
And all the ballers poppin′ bottles throw a grand up
And if you feeling like I′m feeling keep them hands up
And keep ya hands up

Hey, from the sunrise to the midnight star
I′m by far the hottest new thing the South seen
Bringing sixteen bars, got six clean cars
Vert′s, Hoops, four doors, do momo′s, and Tahoes
Star hoes, yo hoes is our hoes
Keri pullin up to the Shark Bar on the Northstar
Wit′ a Puerto Rican porn star
We in La Vida La Loca
See you can′t flow like me or rock a show like me
Get dough like me
Shouldn′t signed ′em, he ain′t gon′ blow like me
But give me a quarter of his bonus and half his budget
And I guarantee he go double but if you don′t, you in trouble
It′s gon′ take him three coupes just for him to recoup′
Or witness shawty flop, like the last three groups
While I′m in Cancun′ ′round see-thru′s on a three week cruise
It′ll take more than the likes of these fools to make me lose
Sheesh, floppin is something I can′t see
Ladies, obey the chorus
Shake ya titties for me please

Hook (2x)

Uh, I came to blow the spot
Hit the club wit′ cheddar knots
Ridin wit′ a badder bitch
You gonna get or ever got
Try me boy, you better not
Shawty and I′m very hot
Toting forty cap, forty five nine′s every glock
Blow you up in that very spot you standing in
Then vanishing
Undo this ma馻na then, throw away this can and then
Back to poppin mo and blow and dro and money handlin′
You and your lil′ posse can not stop me and this clan I′m in
While you slanderin′, you better ask ya gul who the man again
Turning out a superstar back into a fan again
Damagin′ all who peek, line ′em all in the street
I′ll do ′em one at a time wit′ one line on one beat
Say ya almost gold, that′s what I sold in one week
Got a flock of freaks, while you hold on to one biich
I′m like a Pez dispenser, shawty, I spit treats
The nigga who even sound good on a bullshit beat

Hook (2x)

Well pussy nigga, you can like it, you can love it
You can bite it, you can dub it
But you can′t do it how we does it
When we ballin′ in public
Where the grill full of gold or Seville full of hoes
Wood wheels and some Voe′s or hun′ed gold spokes
I park at the club and a hun′ed hoes choke
Spark up some dubs, let them hun′ed hoes blow
I run game to get the hoe once they act like I can′t run it no mo′
I stunt them hoes broke and her money po′ po′
You can′t smoke the way we smoke if you ain′t smokin′ no dro′
Drink the way we drink wit no Hen′ and no Mo′
You can′t ride the way we ride if you ain′t slammin Benz do′s
Can′t ball wit′ me if you got eight but can only spend fo′
You ain′t VIP like me and can′t be searching your coat
Ain′t no P.I. like me if you ain′t workin′ no hoes
Can′t do the shit we do, the way we do wit′ no dough
That′s like trying to win a ballgame, if you ain′t takin no score

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T.I. - What Up, What′s Haapnin′

[Chorus: T.I.]
Ey, What′s Haapnin′ (What it is you all)
All you haters, Can get at me (Center Hill, {?} What it do)
′Cause I hear ya, and am watchin′(Church Creek, South Grand stand up)
But am serious (It′s the king bitch, yeah)
Haters, so all I got to say is WHAT UP!? (Here we go)
What′s haapnin′, (What′s haapnin′ baby)
All you haters (HEY! I know you had a good time didn′t ya)
′Cause I hear ya, and am watchin′
But I′m still here, I ain′t stoppin′
So what up, what′s haapnin′
All you haters, Can get at me
′Cause I hear ya, and am watchin′
But am serious
Haters, so all I got to say is WHAT UP!?

[Verse 1: T.I.]
What it is bruh, What it do man,
Still the man from Japan to the blue flame (that right)
Still hit the door and make it rain with the loose change
I bet that what he get a show, now that′s a damn shame (hahahaha)
I get that what he hatin′ fo′, boy u so damn lame
Ya click the same, a just a buncha walkin′ shit stains (click finish)
Disgrace the ′80, gave the city such a bad name
You way back in ma rare view mirror, I′m in the fast lane
But still I hear ya loud ′n′ clear on ya little′ song
Go on get you dissin′ on while the king gone
Ya self-esteem gone, ′cause I′m back now
let′s see if we can′t teach these niggas how to act now
Ya kissin′ at them, ya jumpin′ bad now
I check ya ass den, I shut ya ass down
And I deliver front ′n′ center never back down
Who get the last laugh now sucker nigga

[Verse2: T.I.]
I got a front street swag and a side street hustle
Center Hill, Cedar Ave, that′s where I be sucker
South Grand church street, first with the work
We can get into commercial if you need some chirp me
Hey, what I care ′bout who you askin′ saying they ain′t heard of me
I′m certified certainly your videos ain′t hurtin′ me (uh-uh)
I still ride with the windows rolled down
All around the A-town
Like its fina′ go down
If there was ever any questions niggas fina′ know now
Won′t retire ma thorn, nor surrender no crown
I never bow down
And never say "bye"
Ms. "to whom it may concern" and whosoever may try
I′m forever west-side and the feather-weight guy
Tell ′em take they best shot
Go′on get ya self high
′Cause I yelled "Bankhead" and you felt left out
I ain mentioned yo′ name, is that what all this ′bout?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: T.I.]
From summer hill to the hill up him Hollywood (okay)
A house full, gettin′ to it, you know how we do it
Yea we smoke great (great) and we drink good (good)
Then we ball hard, just like G′z should
Buy what we want, drive what we want
G4 up up and away, we go, we fly where we want
Haters smile like they like me but they really don′t
Wish they could just wish me away that what they really want
"I really hate his ass","I don′t like him either"
"We′ll do a song together maybe then we can beat him"
Somehow he must be stopped, somethin′ must be done
"If we can′t knock him off, let′s just try him when he get caught with guns"
"And if he really done, ′n′ we really won"
"Anymore ideas, (I got somethin′) suggestions anyone"
"How ′bout we stay up all night, on the blog sites"
"Spread vicious lies ′n′ nasty rumors we could all write"
But that′s alright, let the nerds hate
′Cause in ma face though, the words get ate
Hating′s hard work, but I just bounce back
′cause God work tell all the haters am back!

[Chorus]

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T.I. - 24′s

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
That′s how all my niggaz know
Blowin dro, twenty-fo′
That′s how all my niggaz roll

[T.I.]
In a drop top chevy with the roof wide open
My partners looking at me to see if my eyes open
Cause I′ve been drankin, and I′ve been smokin
Flying down 285 but I′m focused
Four fifty four′s, I race Porsches
White leather seats, as fresh as Air Forces
Doing bout a hundred but the track still bumping
Number 8 on N.W.A., "Straight Outta Compton"
Pull up at your apartment sitting on 20 somethings
And the dope boys hollin "what′s hapnin", kid runnin in
The clicks start dancin and the broads start choosin
And the cars been parked but the rims keep movin
Sign pictures by the hundred, to the youngins in the hood
Cause I ain′t hollywood, I come from the hood
I′m used to it, if your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating
24 inch Daytons got the Chevrolet shaking

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
I′ll make a mill′ and I′m satisfied, I′ll get the rest
Underaged civilian in the tigthest ride, I want the best
I refuse to get a 9 to 5, I′m a flip my ki′s
Been payin my dues since eighty-nine, trying to get my cheese
Diamonds gleam when I′m on the scene, they know its me
Ain′t no dream or no fantasy (biitch) it′s T-I-P
Brought busting, like a baby do a blanket
Five karat VVS′s on my motherfucking pinkie
Half of Hennessy and Belvedere
What we dranking, pimp squad send for broads
What the hell you niggaz thinkin
Young nigga spendin weekends on the islands in the fall
24 inch rim shining when I′m riding cause I′m ballin
I′m calling out shots like a pool shark
My tools spark in the dark when I fool marks
Y′all fools hearts in the wrong place at the wrong time
I got a strong mind to grab my chrome nine
And shoot at your ass for a long time
But I′m a get that ass hauled off, fuck around with the click
they′ll be lookin for your dick wit a stick
Nigga y′all soft, so y′all lost, cause I′ma ball at all costs
Spit game at a dame, make her ride on this thang
′til she falls off and sucks balls off, I got the

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
I′m not boucing little shorty, I′m relaxing right now
I probably still be trappin if I wasnt rapping right now
Bragging about pistols at the house, I want ′em strapped right now
Keep on talkin folk, I′ll lay you on your back right now
Want ta act right now, get smacked right now
I′m a buck a motherfucker, I don′t know to back down
Clown down here fakin, frontin
Talkin bout what you makin - nothin
I′m 21 and 10 years deep, that shit to me ain′t nothin
I′m raised by the niggaz gettin head from the jays
Lose your leg when I spray, end up dead from the ′K
Stay ready for the raid, paid heavy from the yae
I told my class to kiss my ass, I smoke 11 everyday

(54th Platoon sample)

[Chorus] - (fades)

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T.I. - You Ain′t Missin′ Nothin′

[Intro: T.I.]
Ay... say, pimp...
This to er′body strecthed out behind the walls...
Countin′ days on they calendar...
Flippin′ pages month to month...
Ay, man, I′ont give a damn how other folks treat ya, man
I just wanna-- I wanna let ya know, pimp
Y′een missin′ nothin′, homeboy... real talk

[Chorus: T.I.]
I know the time seem long, just try and keep strong
Put on ya headphones and rewind this song
Remember you ain′t missin′ nothin′, homes
I promise you ain′t missin′ nothin′, homes
Hey, just know the club on hold and the broads on pause
You get home, it′s gon′ be waitin′ on y′all
So dawg, just know fa real you ain′t missin′ nothin′, homes
I promise you ain′t missin′ nothin′, homes

[Verse 1]
On er′ythang
My uncle did a decade
Came home, hit the ground runnin′ gettin′ paid
Like he never did a day
Hit the streets niggas still in the same place they was
′Fore he went in the chain gang and doin′ the same thing
Cuz the game go on, you only do two days in the joint
The day you get locked up and the day you go home
I know it feel like the world passin′ you by
Like shit happenin′ everyday out there that you′ont know bout
E′rytime you call home ya baby mama show out
And ya pat′nas don′t even send you flicks from when they go out
But don′t worry bout it or stress it cuz shawty, know what?
The time do itself, all you gotta do is show up
Keep layin′ down, wakin′ up and thankin′ the Lord
And ′fo you know it they gon′ open the doors, true story
Just prepare yourself for it, if you ain′t got a plan
What you need with a second chance? Shit, you gon′ blow it
Learn and visualize what you tryna do
And do the time, homeboy don′t let the time do you
They say the time just flew in the streets
Hard to believe from in there but you′ll see soon as you on the streets

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Probably thinkin′ easy for me to say from here in the booth
But they showed you, they′ll put me in there with you
Right now locked down in the state of the feds, lay in the bed
Playin′ this over and over as you say in ya head
"Yeah... next time I′ma be straight
Just count down to my release date..." piece of cake
My nigga Cap right now servin′ a life sentence
For a murder he committed in his self-defense
And in such good spirits shawty ain′t even trippin′
And I could be right in there with him, no bullshittin′
He on his ninth year now just waitin′ to get out
Got me thinkin′ my shit ain′t even worth complainin′ about
Cuz it can still be worse fa sho
So you waitin′ on me to lose hope you got to kill me first
I talked to my nigga Big Meech
Had to tell him the streets miss him just as much as he miss the streets
Had to let him know whenever he released
We hittin′ the club like ′03, this time it′s on me
Yeah we laugh, reminisce for a minute and then
I tell him just know ain′t nobody ever did it as big
It′ll never be the same in this city again
Closest you′ll get is me and Jeezy and them
So dawg, if it seem like you left behind, ten steps behind
Just know it only get better with time, fa real

[Chorus]

[ad-libs to fade]

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T.I. - I′m Serious (remix)

f/ Youngbloodz, Pastor Troy

[talking]
This some of that Ghet-O-Vision shit man
FUCK these niggaz, WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!

(C′mon, c′mon, c′mon) yeah
(C′mon, c′mon, c′mon) yeah, uhh
Serious mayne... (yeah)
This shit gets serious mayne... (I′m tellin ya shawty)
Serious mayne... (ah ah, ya ya yea)
This shit gets serious mayne... (ah ah, ya ya yea)
Serious mayne (ah c′mon, ah ya ya yea)
This shit gets serious mayne (aight, let′s do it shawty tell ′em)

[Hook] - 2X
ATTENTION!!! - Let′s get serious mayne!
ATTENTION!!! - Let′s get serious mayne!
ATTENTION!!! - Let′s get serious mayne!
ATTENTION!!! - Ah wha-wha ah what WHAAAT!

[T.I.]
I′m goin in with funny niggas in the A
The killas with the case, and now the niggas with the yea′
All my niggas, where ya stay?
Westside to Decatur, ah hey-ya, fuck ya wooden eight
I lay you down if I got a thirty-shot in my Impala
I′m a 3rd bred Bankhead, Roll Park scholar
From a house with no father, school - why bother?
That′s why I call myself the King of the South
Well nigga, ah you don′t want what I′m break out the house
Ah so I, strongly suggest you keep my name out ya mouth
Before I, be in ya house tapin ya spouse to the couch
And put a, hole in her blouse, I don′t play young nigga
Remember me from back in the day young nigga
One more thing, fuck what you done heard ′bout Atlanta
We finna break the standards, rubber bands instead of platinum
I′m a hustler, not a rapper
We gangstas, y′all some actors
We finna turn this chapter, your spot is what I′m after
I′m serious!!

[Hook] - 2X

[J-Bo]
See I got the answers to all ya quest-ions (come on)
From A-B to C, best learn your less-ons (-ons...)
Cuz I′m so damn serious, it′ll leave yo′ ass stunned
In the back and we packin on all who flex-un
Like Redrum, it′s bloody and ugly, who want some?
Now put your middle fingers up until it′s all done (it′s all done)
Cuz we ain′t takin much of nothin but bash-un
On all who attempt, intentions we blast-un

[Sean Paul]
I gut ′em, I roll ′em, I smoke ′em, and I pass ′em
I serve ′em, deliver, walk up on ′em and blast ′em
I′m strong but my niggaz, I′m takin they cash home
Then hit the track and get rid of the whole bomb
Cuz I′m serious nigga, you gon′ feel this nigga
Got a, trunk full of work, how you gon′ kill this nigga?
My niggaz givin out bricks, we can build this nigga
If all fail we can 1-0-5 grill this nigga
I′m dead serious

[Hook] - 2X

[Pastor Troy]
S-E-R-I-O (uh-huh) U-S (uh-huh) I′m fresh (c′mon)
One of the best (uh-huh) there are a couple (c′mon)
We did this song last night, I gave ′em trouble (uh-huh)
Jumped in my shuttle (uh-huh) and hauled ass (c′mon)
Up 85 (yea) with Daytons (c′mon)
You wanna blast (c′mon) come get yo′ cannon (c′mon)
I bet I′ll leave yo′ punk-ass, where ya standin (uh-huh)
While you were plannin (c′mon) see I had plottin (uh-huh)
You saw the smoke hoe, hell yeah I shot it (damn right)
I′m bustin rockets screamin, "Die nigga, die!" (die nigga)
Dont′ fuck with D.S.G.B. or T.I. (c′mon)
Do you know why, I don′t fuck with nobody? (yeah)
The same shit, that fucked up John Gotti (yeah)
These niggaz watch me, but they don′t wanna fuck with us (yeah)
We makin ′em hush, we dead-ass serious!

[Hook] - 4X

[talking]
YEEAH!!
It′s motherfuckin serious in this motherfucker, knahmtalkinbout
I′ma tell y′all niggaz like this here (whassup whassup)
If it′s too hot for yo′ ass (uh-huh)
Get the fuck out the motherfuckin kitchen,
knamtalkinbout (getcha ass out)
The boy Lil′ Jon, doin this shit with my nigga T.I.!
Ghet-O-Vision, Youngbloodz (Ghet-O-Vison hoe!)
That boy Pastor Troy (old Troy)
It′s serious mayne (serious)
This shit motherfuckin serious.. (it serious bitch)
In the south niggaz, they get motherfuckin serious (real serious)
We out this bitch... holla...

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T.I. - The Breakup

Hey, Hey, Hey Come on in (Hey Baby)
Hey, what′s goin on (Ok How you doin, just been out running around, and what you up to?)
Yeah I′m doin good gon sit down let me take ya coat (ok)
You know they make this lil jacket in leather dont you? (Oh they do so you gon get it for me?)
Yeah, let me gon and hang it up for you, gon and sit down (How you doin?)
I′m doin good, I′m doin good...I′m doin so good DAT BITCH I FOLLOWED YOU TODAY!!!
(What nigga? Is you crazy? What you mean you followed me?!)
Yeah, nah dont gon stutterin now de-de-de-de-de yo ass, gon and sit down (What is wrong which you?)

Yeah I followed you today... (You aint follow nobody.)
You had just came out the chicken place, you gat you a 6-piece wing wit a greenbean and yam,
bitch i seen what you had ordered (nigga you aint see shit.)
You had dat ol monkey ass nigga wit you (You the only monkey ass nigga I know!)
This nigga had baby powder on his chest wit a whole bunch of lil kinked up necklaces and shit wit
"I love you mom and dad" and fake uzis and shit
connected to the chain (You talkin bout yoself ol extra regular ass nigga.)
Now see my first reaction was to run up on you and just grab the back of yo pants and give you a
wedgie
(Oh but you know, you know better though) Just
put the thong all up in ya ass (Don′t touch nobody...Dont touch me)
But I said naw, bitch i said naw
(Dont wanna be dealin wit yo ass, you need to stop talkin to me crazy faggot!)
And then had the nerve, you had the nerve to go get yo hair cut down low like a nigga...
Bitch yo head look like a dirty tennis ball now!!!
(Do you talk to yo momma like this dats why dont like yo ass either!)
You the only bitch I know right now to this day dat take a pair of dirty pants
out tha clothes hamper and iron ′em till they look like blue leather
pants, nigga just iron chicken stains and jelly stains all in the ass of da pants...
(You wanna talk about somebody jeans but nigga you cant spray cologne
over dirty ass clothes, ok you betta watch yo back nigga I′ma have you touched!)
Bitch how you gon have me killed with $439 a month?! (Somebody need to have you killed ol sorry
ass.)
Bitch if you have me killed you gettin kicked out the house, period!
(Nigga shut up you stink, ok, always talkin shit, make me sick which ya broke ass.You
aint got shit, you aint shit, ya feet stank nigga ya nasty.
Ya dirty, ya look bad, ya talk stupid, ya dumb...
Say this shit to T.I.

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T.I. - I Can′t Be Your Man

Yeah,
To the ladies,
One mo′ message from T.I.P.,
I represent every man in America,
Naw,the world

You wanna know what he what he
thinkin′ bout when he ain′t
talkin to you bout why he can′t
be your man you sure you wanna know

Here it is

[Verse 1]
My girl say I don′t love her
She say we just fuckin′
Nothin′ against you
It′s just that I hate tux
She wanna toast with the Mo′ and the ice
Throwin′ the rice
Wake up with me for the rest of your life
Ask me where I′m going,when I′comin back when I bounce
Runnin her mouth, call herself the queen of the south
Redecorate the crib throwin satin on the couch
Catch me out adulteratin′ takin′ half of the house
Well it ain′t she don′t deserve it
Just I don′t wanna give it
The life she wanna live
Shorty I don′t wanna live it
Makin′ money shorty′s missin′
To all kind of digits
From KeKe′s to Chaniques′s
To Bianca′s and Brigettes′s
Poppin′ up unannouced, shorty call ′fore you visit
Nothing about a number, mind your goddamn business
Look bitch, some shit bout Tip won′t change
We can hang, but I got to let you know one thang

[Chorus]
I can′t be your man
It ain′t you it′s me, sorry shorty
I can′t be your man
Where I been, I don′t see no rings on these fingers
I can′t be your man
Look to the future, find someone better than me
I can′t be your man
You deserve much more, I′m no good to you shorty

[Verse 2]
Don′t it seem like shit be cool for a month and a half
All of a sudden you frontin′ and showin your ass
Complainin′ bout what you got
Shorty look what you had
Before me, it was pull-out couches and Bilitant bags
Now she mad cause she ain′t got a T.V. in her Jag
I tell you what if that ain′t good enough get back on the bus
Give up the princess cuts and the Prada and stuff
I take you out to eat and you order a bottle of what?
Ungrateful wonderin′ why I′m not faithful
Ballin′s all good but this shit is just wasteful
Want me to pay your bills
Help you get a bigger crib
Shorty I don′t mind helpin′
But show some initiative
Ain′t brought nothin′ to the table but hard times and heartache
Do something, get on the grind for God′s sake
A reminder, rewind this message from your highness
For those that chose to take my kindness for blindness

[Chorus]
I can′t be your man
I don′t cheat cause I ain′t shit,
I′m cheatin′ cause you aint shit
I can′t be your man
Every time I walk in the house you sittin′ on that goddamn couch
You ain′t got nothing better to do
I can′t be your man
Cook, clean, iron, pay the water bill, shorty do something
Work with me
I can′t be your man
Ay, pack you shit shorty, I′m droppin yo ass off at yo mami house
Right now

[Verse 3]
One more scenario
Bout another jazzy hoe
That I met on the road
After a show in Ontario
Shorty say she got a man
That don′t really scare me though
But she say he got a temper
So, but what he jealous for
Cause you told him you were cheatin
Hell, well what you tell him for
Shit, what that got to do with Tip
You better let him know
Now she want to let him go
But what for
So you can get with me and keep being a slut hoe
I don′t think so baby better stay where you at
I′m no good for you
Never mind the way that he act
You got a kid and a crib with him
What′s better than that
I′m in town for the week you better settle for that

[End Chorus]
I can′t be your man
I′m here for 4 days shorty, 4 days
I can′t change the world
I can′t be your man
He don′t treat you right?
What that gotta do with me?
I can′t be your man
He be cussin′ you out and shit
You cheated on him shorty, can you blame him?
I can′t be your man
You ain′t fend to bring that bullshit to me
I don′t want naan parts of it
I can′t be your man
Look here man
Get that shit out of my face
Kick rocks
I can′t be your man
I ain′t fend to have nothing to do with it
Their will be none of that round here
I can′t be your man
Besides shorty you talk to much
I can′t deal with it
I can′t be your man
You say you work where
Mickey D, get the hell out of here shorty
Man look ay, I can′t deal with it
You got too much baggage with you man
You and little, uh,uh,uh little Opus Cunningham
Y′all kick rocks down the damn street
I can′t deal with it shorty
N...,complain...,what..., you ain′t got what?
Shorty when I met you shorty you was barefooted
Sittin′ on the railroad track with some straw in yo mouth
What the hell you complainin′ about what you got now
Wh-Wh-What nigga you got steak and eggs right here
I′m sayin, what the business is?
Get the hell out of here man
Ay man you need to show me some appreciation round here
You in the damn living room more than the muthafuckin′ furniture shorty
I can′t deal with that shit man
Get a damn job
Do something for me
Lazy bitch, All the bad bitches in the world and I had to hook up
With the sorriest hoe in America
Why don′t you take the weight off my back every now and then
why don′t you pay a bill
30 damn dollars, the cable bill ain′t but 30 damn dollars shorty
Why don′t you change the..., flip the mattress
Man wash some clothes, change a light bulb
Goddamn shorty, I gotta do every thing round this sumabitch

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T.I. - Prayin′ For Help

[Intro:]
Our father
Who are in heaven
I will be thy name
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done on earth, as it is in heaven
Give us this day, our daily bread
Forgive us for our trespasses
As we forgive those who trespass against us
Lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil
God is tha kingdom, tha power, and the glory
Foreva and eva, hmp amen

[Verse 1:]
Man Im prayin fo help
While I lookin at the life I left
Its kinda hard not to hate myself
But quiet is kept
Right or wrong its just tha way I felt
I might be better off prayin for death
On my knees I knelt,
Still tryin ta find a way ta except
That aint a way I can help nobody till I save myself
Technically Im still a slave myself
I gotta climb out tha grave myself
Man, I played myself
But when I look at all tha fans i touched
I ask how can a man whos done so much, be treated so unjust
Cause I tried to inspire tha folks
You wanna condem cause they sell dope
Well man, show em tha ropes
Be a fatha or a football coach
A role model lord asemble tha hope
Take anotha approach
Instead of testifiyin againt em in court
Handcuffin em and closin tha doe, so they can be worse than befo
Cant you see they only do what they know
And you wonder why they don care no mo
Life aint fair, I know
But why Im hated everywhere i go
Next time you wanna compare my flow just know

[Chorus:]
Im prayin fo help
Askin somebody else to give me a hand, Im tryin hard but i am only a man
Man, Im prayin fo help
Hopin somebody else could see what I see, its like tha hood only matter ta me
They got me prayin fo help
Hopin sombody eles can carry tha torch, Im all alone wit no kind of support
While I was prayin fa help
Realized i′on need nobody else, If god wit me i can do it myself
Tired of just prayin fo help

[Verse 2:]
I know its only one king, one thing, one being only somethin I believe without seeing
And with all my faith
I pray somehow, some way, regaurdless of what anyone say
I believe one day
That Ima change my life, get right, start livin like christ, to tha end of my fight
Ima be defendin my strife
Till somebody come and shut off my lights
I aint neva gon quit
No matta how difficult its gon get
And you can bet whateva on this
Im foeva gon spit
Harder than niggas hatin on tip
You can take away and place it on tip
I double my load
Carry it as tha trouble unfolds
Hold yo′lls, and I bet I dont fold
Put that on my soul
If it take till Im a hundred years old
Bet Im reachin everyone of my goals
No

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Hah, just so many times
I don wished I could change my mind
Change my life and leave tha game behind
And its been so many days
I don prayed I could find a way
Find tha heart and tha time to say
Only so many are blessed
Wit so many chances,
So many checks,
So many fans,
Wit so many arrests
And its been so many deaths
So many prisons wit niggas in there
And tha system keep playin them to tha left
Man, so many tests,
So many hatas love seein ya stress
But tribulations come wit being tha best
Still its so many who flex
Singin bout texts
When they greener than shreks
Sellin dreams, never seen in tha jets
That′s why Im seen as a threat
So many stripes
Off tha streaks of my vest
When so many rappers get so little respect
Now niggas faith on tha shelf
Cause of tha cards that a nigga was delt
Or tha heart that a nigga don delt
So many niggas don left out of da hood
Instead of givin back they stayed fo they self
So many playin they self
Instead of readin, educatin they self
The ones that don even pray fo they self
Got me

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T.I. - Tell ′Em I Said That

[Intro]

Ay Ay Ay Ay for as long as i remember,
i′ve been tellin yall man to pull these nigga resumes..
you better check up on these nigga.. these niggas be lyin man..
these niggas aint really kickin this shit they be tellin yall man..
they wanna see yall get fucked up right there man..
keep ya eyes on me nigga dont believe what these niggas tell ya man
(I′m tryna tell you patna)

[Chorus]

Ya niggas ain′t cool what they rap about
These niggas ain′t do
Hear em say it but it really ain′t true
Ya niggas ain′t true
Ya niggas ain′t really
Talkin to em
Dont be no fool you better take ya ass to school
Cause these niggas ain′t G′s
Gangsta′s somethin these niggas cant be
What you expect these niggas ain′t me
Ya niggas ain′t rich
Ya niggas ain′t really gettin bricks
Its official man ya niggas ain′t shit
TELL EM I SAID THAT!

[Verse 1]

He nigga lying everytime you hear rhymin
He dont talk about they diamonds
N how they be out there shinin
For the wrap
Hey were trappin
Tell yall they be at there grindin
And i know they aint about that action
Im tellin ya ima ride em
They prolly try to come in the hood N′ sell weed
Think Its all good untill they run into some real G′s
Holla tell us where it is
And i promise we′ll leave
Hesitate to sayin boy them lamma well squeeze
Please Pay attention to this part of the bull
One time got robbed got shot got shooked
Got a job started rhymin came up with a hook
Got a chain n some tats came up with a look
Went and made it here
Workin talk tough in a bull
Fuck the image and perception they never tough as they look
They some mutha fucking suckers
put it on wherever
Any real nigga know better man these niggas

[Chorus]

Ya niggas ain′t cool what they rap about
These niggas ain′t do
Hear em say it but it really ain′t true
Ya niggas ain′t true
Ya niggas ain′t really
Talkin to em
Dont be no fool you better take ya ass to school
Cause these niggas ain′t G′s
Gangsta′s somethin these niggas cant be
What you expect these niggas ain′t me
Ya niggas ain′t rich
Ya niggas ain′t really gettin bricks
Its official man ya niggas ain′t shit
TELL EM I SAID THAT!

[Verse 2]

Ya cant tell
Them niggas aint surely
Get caught with a nigga gon′ tell
Them nigga dont sell
This ya g aint gotta put it on a scale
He ask you if it weigh enough just tell em YEAHH
Ya nigga just yell
Pull the pistol them nigga gon bail
If he got a pistol bet he dont spray it
They dont wanna go to jail
And they aint no hell be walkin on shells
Gladiator school is you prepared
I can see these niggas scared
Gotta problem wit me nigga just say it
We can play it how you want to play it
Better go head
40 pistols will be aimed at yo head
All the way down and where yo gold leg
jean really on the edge
jean aint under suspicion of the feds
u just tellin them u is as stead
ya never bought us head
what ya get behind the mic and just said
the people already know i must say it!

[Chorus]

Ya niggas ain′t cool what they rap about
These niggas ain′t do
Hear em say it but it really ain′t true
Ya niggas ain′t true
Ya niggas ain′t really
Talkin to em
Dont be no fool you better take ya ass to school
Cause these niggas ain′t G′s
Gangsta′s somethin these niggas cant be
What you expect these niggas ain′t me
Ya niggas ain′t rich
Ya niggas ain′t really gettin bricks
Its official man ya niggas ain′t shit
TELL EM I SAID THAT!

[Verse 3]

Ya damn right
These niggas dont have rights
To rap about the shit i did every night
Did u win every fight
You ever went to jail for sellin white
May barbick and trap same night
Yo know these niggas light right
Im speakin on it cause it aint right
Nigga died i survived by the nerve my strife
Went to jail came home
Twenty times got it right
But still tryin keep for shootin sucker niggas i dont like
Cause the game feel like the real niggas on strike
This sucker get a deal now he livin so shy
Ya niggas outta sight actin hard lyin on they record
Know it when you see recognize it dont respect it
Got every right ta check em when you see em in ya city
Run up on em and try em bet you see that they some bitches
Niggas tell you what they want you to hear
Dont tell me real recognize real eventually they′ll see

[Chorus]

Ya niggas ain′t cool what they rap about
These niggas ain′t do
Hear em say it but it really ain′t true
Ya niggas ain′t true
Ya niggas ain′t really
Talkin to em
Dont be no fool you better take ya ass to school
Cause these niggas ain′t G′s
Gangsta′s somethin these niggas cant be
What you expect these niggas ain′t me
Ya niggas ain′t rich
Ya niggas ain′t really gettin bricks
Its official man ya niggas ain′t shit
TELL EM I SAID THAT!

Ay Ay Ay Ay

Down Down Down [fades until song ends]

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T.I. - Oh Yeah (feat. Pharrell)

[Intro - T.I.:]
And nigga P said he wanted inspiration
(Damn P)
I was really more on some "fuck the word" shit so let′s see
(Fuck these niggas man, real talk)
I′m a man of respect, man of the people
I stand up to God, to the man of no equal
Man of respect, man of the people
I stand up to God, to the man of no equal

[Verse 1 - T.I.:]
Ain′t no breaking me down, bitch I′m breaking the banks
And ain′t no holding me down, even if you holding the shanks
I′m controlling the time, nigga thinking some things
Got the heart of a lion, and I′m as strong as a tank
Sittin′ on my thrown and my crown, can′t separate me from that
I′m king of all [?] fate, God say be patient for that
Man all I got is my gangster, better not go playing with that
Anything get taken for real, my fault we takin′ in back
Bet we go take us some lines ′fore we go take it to law
Boy I got fire in my eye, look at me [?] and go off
Watch how you come at your fate, nigga better be saving your thoughts
Boy all you got is a cape, I make the nation go off
And nigga who put fear in your heart, respect me
Take it [?] ′fore a nigga check me
Hundred P′s and Q′s what a nigga best be
Who you got your money on? Bet me, let′s see
Who the people want

[Hook - Pharrell:]
When they see you, they might judge you
Give you side eyes, they don′t trust you
Misunderstand you, call you trouble
I understand you, it′s just a hustle
Just keep starin′ it, let it bubble
You′re my brother, I′m not above you
Remember me I′m so there
Don′t make us have to go there
Turn and sing it

[Verse 2 - T.I.:]
I stay silent with with red even if I′m standing with blue
Whether you′re requested or not, bet my demand′ll get through
They may be killer to you, hey they my family dude
And anybody could get it, but especially you
These nigga pressin′ me, testin′ me, what you suggestin′ we do?
And wait a second, push your pawn, to play chess with these dude
Yeah we could jump ′em and check em, by sprayin′ techs at these fools
Make it to trial, you don′t win, indirectly you lose
You bad, makin′ that move, your best move
Or end up in the pen like the next dude
Remeber, there′s very few like you they let through
They even fewer, they don′t want it, now they get through
To get to the level you on, hard to do homes
More nigga do a lot of right, right before they do wrong
And you gone, out of there, nigga see you later
′Less you beat ′em a year later, [?] tell ′em
Who the people want

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - T.I.:]
Get T.I. in the shack, handshake it with 5
Still politicin′ with 6, this probably as real as it gets
And bitch I would never be hit with by intellectual weaponry
Ain′t no one gon′ disrespect me, or compromise my integrity
Say what my pedigree? Silent, guess you talkin′ bout I shot it
Bitch you never been to war like I ain′t never been to college, c′mon
Fuck what you tellin′ me, done lied chill with it
I know folk from where you from, spent months in jail with ′em
Said you [?] took a plea, he ain′t tell but you woulda
Let him suck a nigga raw, they ain′t kill you bet they shoulda
And a robbery for me is like a suicide mission
Suicide, you should commit it, save a G a life sentence, swear
You and me ain′t even fit to compare
I ain′t make it all these years on no wing and a prayer
Starin′ a bigger nigga out while he standing right there
Got a problem I′m a handle it right there
Who the people want

[Hook]

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T.I. - Act III: T.I. vs T.I.P. The Confrontation

[T.I.P.]
man meet me at the mirror man
hurry up
come holla at meet
NOW!!

[T.I.]
man dis shit is fucked up man

[T.I.P.]
oh bout time

[T.I.]
ladies and gentleman I apoligize for the fusion

[T.I.P.]
what the f.... fuck dem man you better holla at me

[T.I.]
see if you called back trap muzik you had a problem once before

[T.I.P.]
meet me at the mirror man, come to the mirror

[T.I.]
I thought we had dis shit under control though u know what I′m sayin

[T.I.P.]
nah home boy man I told yall I was gunna let you do this shit for a minute

[T.I.]
nah man hold up man I′m talkin can u see?

[T.I.P.]
man you can′t shut me up man I got it from here on out

[T.I.]
man it′s obvious that we can......

[T.I.P]
we doin this shit my way now

[T.I.]
man this dude is impossible
man why can′t you just talk about what the fucks wrong wit cha
man why can′t you just say whats on your mind man
quit all dat actin out

[T.I.P.]
man talkin don′t do mutha fuckin good man
man dis shit got way outta hand now

[T.I.]
man I understand all dat grub man but look though man
all you gotta do is ride out

[T.I.P.]
ride out my ass dat what got my mutha fuckin partna killed man

[T.I.]
man you think I ment for that shit to mutha f**kin happen?
dog you think I would hold da keys like dat?

[T.I.P.]
it don′t matter what the fuck you ment to happen

[T.I.]
I mean all in all bra I told you do it my way and that wouldn′t had happen

[T.I.P.]
man doin it your way is what got us here right now

[T.I.]
so what you sayin

[T.I.P.]
what the fuck, you heard me say nigga
yall out here man yall on T.V, flossin wit your Hollywood
mutha fuckin outfits and. bra I ain′t wit dis shit home boy

[T.I.]
well fuck it den cuz you know ery mutha fuckin thing

[T.I.P.]
nah I don′t know everithang but I know bullshit when I see it

[T.I.]
man

[T.I.P.]
yall be tryin to put me on front of ery mutha fuckin
camera lights

[T.I.]
da fuck you mean man? what you talkin bout?

[T.I.P.]
ay look you need me partna man

[T.I.]
you need me

[T.I.P.]
I don′t want nun of dat King of The South shit for one for TIP

[T.I.]
man TIP your ass get locked up erytime if I let you get a chance

[T.I.P.]
if you let me? you see what the fuck I′m sayin man?
how the fuck you let me gunna do somthin?
ay look man I′m sick of you and these other whole ass rappers out here.
yall can kiss my ass. you can tell em I said that. fake ass niggas.

[T.I.]
man I′m done talkin to you. [glass breaks] go back to your song
fuck it

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T.I. - Chillin With My Bitch

f/ Jazze Pha

[Intro]
Dig pimp... I′ma holla at y′all in a minute, I′m finna go change clothes mayne
go get real spiffy mayne, go kick it with my broad, y′all can hold it down, aight?

[Verse 1]
I left the kids at the crib, and the squad in the trap
Now I′m in the two-seater with my broad in my lap
The alpines beatin′, but I′m far away from rappin′
Bumpin′ Prince, Sade, or some Marvin Gaye perhaps
I, put up my blues, put on some tailor made slacks
Some wing tip shoes, whachu know about that?
Button down, cuff links, hair cut, no hat
Just felt like gettin′ clean and show I know how to act
At Neiman & Marcus let my girl blow three or four stacks
Got forever to cut the fool, today I′ma relax
In a real cool mood, no beef, no gats
But then real close by, niggaz better know that

[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
I ain′t hangin′ with my niggaz, pullin′ no triggaz
I′ll be back to the trap, but for now
I′m chillin′ with my bitch today, I′m chillin′ with my bitch today
I ain′t hangin′ with my potnaz, I′m out eatin′ lobster
I′m on some grown man shit, ya dig
I′m chillin′ with my bitch today, I′m chillin′ with my bitch today

[Verse 2]
This shit look hard, no drama from none of my baby mommas
With my hottie, takin′ shots of Saki at Benny Honna′s
Known to kick it like we rich as Guy Richie and Madonna
Or either Will and Jada, on vacation for the summer
Me and my lil′ mama, blowin′ big as we wanna
Gotta big sack of some of that shit from California
A bottle of Patron and a six pack of Corona
Dro aroma got the six hot steamin′ like a sauna
So I let the top back and I bend anotha corner
Check into the W, so I can put it on her
Got the suite for a week, but we can stay a lil′ longer
I ain′t trippin′, that′s the shit that make relationships stronger

[Chorus] - repeat

[Hook]
Tonight I′m gon chill with my lady friend
She the type to keep a nigga open
I′m chillin′ with my bitch today

[Verse 3]
I left the stress in the streets and I′m a long way from home
Put up the vest and the chrome, even through with my phone
My potnaz don′t wanna be on the shit that I′m on mayne
Livin′ life and kickin′ it like a grown man
Sittin′ in the sand, drinkin′ piña coladas
With a double shot of rum, just chillin′ right by the water
No judges, no lawyers, in a whole ′nother world
Just a bottle and this O of dro, blowin′ with my girl

[Chorus] - repeat

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T.I. - I Can′t Quit

[T.I]
Hell no I cant quit
Hell no man we got to much money to get shawti stay down grand hustle
Look...
IM this far from being a star and just that close to quittin
I never should of came close to missing
But I want to be a musician pimpin not a politician listen feel my position this a rough transition
Plus I′m way to deep in the game to be trying to change
From fortune and fame and glamour I could be in the slammer
Or six feet under Atlanta its a blessing to breath I walk the streets with seven felonies I′m
blessed to be free
Long as somebody up in heaven who keep blessing the G T.I.P is still be blessing CD′s so haters you
can see these
Cause I′m back now with something to prove everything to gain pimpin nothing to lose
I oughta start smackin niggas when there′s nothing to do
They to big shoot em in the leg and even the odds cause you aint hard
Less you round with captain C ROD Trap with KT and brawl with JR
Fuck hoes with DP broke bread with JG
Switch labels like KP poofa did all that to me even
Though I′d rather go back to slangin drugs an shit
This a gang of niggas and bitches really love this shit

[Chorus]
I Can′t Quit
Even though Police′s hate on legit
And rappers hate it cause they know I′m the shit
Hell naw I cant quit
Some niggas hatin on the money I′m getting
Most of them hatin cause im fuckin they bitch
Naw pimpin I can′t quit
Some niggas hatin on the rocks and the rings
Some of them hate cause they dont think I′m the king
Hell naw i cant quit
People hate it when you better then them
They ain′t hate start worrying then
Hey I′m winning I cant quit

[T.I]
Ten years an album and two deals fo′ real we all know I should of sold two million at least
It′s all good though I flow for the streets I do it for yall every weekend see who in the mall
Still in the traps signing your shirts given you doubt
Kikin it with ya′ then get yo′ and your folk into the club
Holes of the pictures where girls gave kisses and hugs
Hold and I look at the show passing niggas the drove
One of the realist rappers niggas will know
But niggas be hatin to the point where they be calling the station
But they respect it cause I′m ready and focused
Then I see they panties an vocals, I want you to know
This the closest you know this
Niggas in the game ain′t real got to stay sellin records cause the fame ain′t shit
And fuck the units that they name will sell
They′ll break your hearts and see your favorite rappers lame as hell

[Chorus]

[T.I]
Some of the people some of time times
Some of you rhyme but might not like one of them lines
I tell you, I let you criticize me one of them times
Those of you that think I′m to cocky get in front of the line
Whether you don′t like my ego or my arrogant flow
Don′t like it when you say im tyte
I say I already know
Don′t like how I was talkin shit before my album blowed
Think I need to calm it down become more like the average Joe
So, fuck yo′ little thoughts and that little house you think I′m in
Get a Benz i value your opinion then think i give a fuck how many times my record spins
Well what you recommend, I′m back again

[Chorus]

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T.I. - What′s Yo Name

f/ The Neptunes

[T.I.]
Yo, Uh (12x), a come on T.I.P.

{Neptunes}
Come on (4x), I said come on, come on, come on, come on

Verse 1: T.I.P.

A hour train spit game from the get green
Ay T.I.P. been bangin′ thick dames since he was 15
The click came ran trains if her shit clean
The same broad fronted y′all like she Miss Thang
And damn how da bitch seem she′s a dick fiend
All though I won′t elaborate I′ll say she lick things and get green
She fuck wit me because I got big dreams
And along wit a face she think she seen on the big screen
I give it to her since she whine and her back hurt
Then drive her crazy since she crying and she act worse
Yeah, I′m a rapper, I′m a man, but I′m a mac first
I need a broad wit a bank and a fat purse... and that′s first

Hook: {T.I. & Neptunes}1x

[T]
I′m a p-i-m, ah, m-p,
Told y′all niggaz before about me
Plenty Remi to the h-e, ah, a-d

[N]
Somebody buy some more dro′ so we can smoke please
Now what′s yo name?

[T] I′m pussy bumper number one

[N] Yeah, I said what′s yo name?

[T] I′m pussy bumper number one

Verse 2: T.I.P.

Man trying to stop pimpin like shooting a bee-bee gun at a freight train
So comparing us is like whine to a grape stain
My reputations great man, I got a great name
I hate lames, I stay clean, and I break dames
I like ′em small or bigger with a figure eight frame
So if she fine I bet she mine when I find time
Man I ain′t lying, mine dimes I don′t wine or dine
Like clothesline hoes mine, I′m a goldmine
Ay I′m the "King of Da South" and the throne mine
I got the chrome in the Chevy and the broan mine
Ay man I′m young but I been doing it for a long time
That ain′t my fault that bitch grown she got her own mind
An-and I′m...

Hook: 1x

Verse 3:

I bet some niggas think I cake her when I take her out
But come that week just watch me rape her fucking bank account
Eventually the P$C hey we gone take the south
Then grab the earth by the ankles and shake the paper out
Nigga I′m bout my paper route so I′m gone make a route
Anybody blocking my road to riches man I′m gone take ′em out
Keep run yo mouth making up you mind you got′s to be′s wit out
Me I′ma git a ho who gone make show my pockets seen about
P-i-m-p-i-n-g is all I be′s about
I break a ho in break ′em till they broke and then I ease ′em out
They out of pocket, I′m a lock ′em out and leave ′em out
And that don′t change man, season in season out
Open up The Source shawty and see who just you reads about
If it ain′t concernin T.I.P. a P$C a see ya out
Ain′t nothing even you ain′t cuttin then u don′t see the house
Because you know I got to practice what I preach about

HooK: 1x

[Neptunes]
Come on (4x) I said come on, come on, come on, come on
(repeat)

[T.I.]
I′m a p-i-m, ah, m-p,
Told y′all niggaz before about me

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T.I. - Still Ain′t Forgave Myself

(Singing)

(T.I. Talking: Still ain′t forgave myself.. damn
It′s a lotta fucked up shit that go down man..
You don′t even know the half..)

[Verse 1]
Man I been in and outta trouble since an adolescents
Spoiled rotten, dead fresh, wit no daddy present
I got two uncles, Quint and Man and they keep me straight
7 and 8, I′m countin money while they movin weight
My daddy send me clothes and always tell me come and see him
I say aiight but still I feelin like my momma need him
They sendin letters home from school, nobody read mines
And plus my uncles, doin 10 years F.E.D. time
Then I started rebellin, began crack sellin
Tha littlest thang on the corner wit a Mac 11
After school I hear my momma holla homework
I say aiight ma, but look I got my own work
Started interactin wit fiends at the age of 13
Now my momma findin rocks in my socks, glocks in my toy box
Like damn, why do trouble come to me like this
But on the real, it ain′t even have to be like this (fuck)

[Hook]
Mistakes made on this road to wealth
I still ain′t forgave myself
Ay, what I am today
I made myself but I still ain′t forgave myself
For runnin to the grave getting closer to death
I still ain′t forgave my self
For anyone who ever wondered how I felt
I still ain′t forgave myself

[Verse 2]
At 14 man, thought I knew everything
I′m slangin slabs, trappin hard, movin heavy Cain
I bought an ′85 cutlass on some dane-a-danes
Now I′m the shit, huh, the motor blew in 30 days
Hardheaded man I ain′t listen to anything
I′m getting money so, I′m right and I got plenty game
Besides why I need school, Im′ma be rappin momma
If that don′t work, then I guess Im′ma be trappin momma
But hey I promise Im′ma make it cause I′m damn good
Im′ma get us out this hood and off these can goods
School just a white man game, and it′s ran good
At 16, here′s my introduction to manhood
Blue lights behind me, damn what I′m gonna do
Cause I got 2 pounds of weed and a 3.80 too
I guess everything′ll be aiight if I just keep it cool
How ya doin officer, what ya mean why I ain′t in school
Can you search the car?? Yea but, I rather that you didn′t
Besides it′s just a waste of yo time cause ain′t nutthin in it
(Laugh) I guess that′s when I seen, that I ain′t know shit
When stuck in a place wit freedom I ain′t gone get.. (Damn!)

[Hook]
Mistakes made on this road to wealth
I still ain′t forgave myself
Ay, what I am today, I made myself
But I still ain′t forgave myself
Guess these the chances ya take, when dealt the cards I was dealt
But I still ain′t forgave myself
For anyone who ever wondered how I felt
I still ain′t forgave myself

[Verse 3]
Outta all the niggaz I was wit when I was doin wrong
3 in the fed, 1 doin life, and 2 dead and gone
Knew there was more to life than sellin blow and chopper bustin
But what′s the good in knowin′ better if I ain′t tell ′em nutthin
I knew I coulda told Cap not to kill shawty
Put down the gun, get in the car let ′em live shawty
You′ll probably get locked up, and I′ll probably have a deal shawty
Naw, I ain′t scared, I′m just telling ya like it is shawty
Coulda told Endae, Quint, and Kern, man ya covers blow
Leave that country town alone, yall needa come back home
Bankhead and J-Rue, I just feel like if I was wit ′em
They woulda never got killed that night if I was ′em
Seem like I coulda done mo′, said mo′
Why all my partners gotta be dead or in the fed fo′??
All the time, I just wish that yall could ball wit me
Sometimes at night I close my eyes, and dream that yall wit me (damn.)

[Hook]
And even though they say I cant blame myself
I still ain′t forgave myself
For all the mistakes made on this road to wealth
I still ain′t forgave myself
What I am today, I made myself
But I still ain′t forgave myself
For anybody who ever wondered how I felt
I still ain′t forgave myself

And yea they say I cant blame myself
But I still ain′t forgave myself
Fo the mistakes made on this road to wealth
I still ain′t forgave myself
Guess this the chance that you take, when dealt the cards I was dealt
But I still ain′t forgave myself
For anybody who ever wondered how I felt
I still ain′t forgave myself (Ain′t Forgave myself)

[Talking]
Yea, for anybody who ever wondered how I felt
anybody who ever wondered what′s wrong wit me, here it is..
3 16′s of what′s in the heart of T.I.P.
This song is dedicated to everybody who ain′t here wit me
Cap, damn.. you fucked up shawty, but when you get out
if I live to see it, its gone be on again ya know what I′m sayin
And we ain′t gotta worry bout goin to jail shawty we legit now
Ya know what I′m sayin.. Cern, Quint, Endae, yall gone get out man
and when you do I′ll be there shawty.. always
Bankhead, J-rue, I′m sorry man, some shit I cant change
When I get up there, we gone ball again, open the gates shawty let me in..
we gone ball. J-Rue man I know money ain′t worth a friend shawty..
I fucked up bad man.. I still ain′t forgave myself
My momma, sorry I ain′t graduate but
hell we rich now it don′t matter. My uncles shit,
it don′t matter either.. yall back.
Well hell.. My Lil′ boy (music stops)
you betta not do the same shit I did

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T.I. - Let′s Get Away

f/ Jazze Pha

[Chorus] (T.I.)
[Jazze Pha] Hey, let′s get away and get a room on the other side of town
Hey shawty, I was feenin′ for you
(Was you thinkin′ of me, ay, ay...)
[Girl] Hey, let′s get a room, shawty we can freak somethin′ if you down
(Whachu would do?)
Hey daddy, I was feenin′ for you

[Verse 1]
Bet they be like "I know he tired of the nightlife
He want a wife, he just lookin′ for the right type"
Yea right, I be ridin′ through the city lights
My hat bent, gettin′ high behind the ′lac tint
I′m chilllin′ with Brazilian women, heavy accents
They black friends translatin′, got′em all ass naked, adjacent
Have relations wit′em many places
Leavin′ semen in they British faces
Make′em kiss they partners with it in they faces
Young pimpin′ sprung women ′cross the 50 states
Got young ladies requestin′ "What′s Yo Name" on 50 stations
Askin′ me what′s a pussy popper, want a demonstration
But I ain′t waitin′ til the second date, I′m so impatient
Relieve′em of they aggravation, take′em rollerskatin′
On them Dayton′s, tell′em "Baby, stick with me, you goin′ places"
Go replace′em, draw erase′em out my memory
Moist panties and wet sheets when they think of me

[Chorus] (T.I.)
[Girl] Hey, let′s get away and a room on the other side of town
Hey daddy, I was feenin′ for you
(Was you thinkin′ of me? Ay, sing it for me, pimpin′)
[Jazze Pha] Hey, let′s get a room, shawty we can freak somethin′ if you down
(Tell′em shawty)
Yea baby, I was feenin′ for you

[Verse 2]
Yo, yo... uh..
From Miami to Cali, from Vegas to Jersey
Got′em in Houston, Virginia, New Orleans, ya heard me?
All the classy ones like to act like they a virgin
And the nasty ones like when I talk to′em dirty
But I′m breakin′ the ice, got′em laughin′ and flirtin′
They be, removin′ they skirts when they hop in the ′burban
Once the flick start playin′ and the E start kickin′ in
Her girlfriend lickin′ and she beggin′ me to stick it in
That′s why, I like chillin′ with women who like women
Lightskinned... Asians, Jamaicans and white women
Indians, Italians, Haitians and Puerto Ricans
They be itchin′ for they chance and waitin′ in me to freak′em
They say..

[Chorus] (T.I.)
[Girl] Hey, let′s get away and a room on the other side of town
Hey daddy, I was feenin′ for you
(Was you thinkin′ of me? Ay, tell′em for me, pimpin′)
[Jazze Pha] Hey, let′s get a room, shawty we can freak somethin′ if you down
(Ay, listen to me)
Yea baby, I was feenin′ for you
(Was you thinkin′ of me?)

[Verse 3]
Excuse me shawty, but I been watchin′ you now for a while
Yo whole style, from yo toes to the way that you smile
And I hope you ain′t offended by the way that this sounds
But uhh... all I keep thinkin′ bout is layin′ you down
And I′m, keepin′ it pimpin′, I ain′t playin′ around
Ain′t got that kinda time cuz this the only day I′m in town
So come and, chill in the cut if you willin′ to cut
And when you, give me a hug I be feelin′ yo butt
Now so while for while we talkin′, I′m fillin′ yo cup
We killin′ the bottle, wake up in dirty linen tomorrow
But tell me would it trouble you if we ended up at the W-
Sippin′ on a malibu pine apple juice and a blunt or two
Now whachu wanna do? Opportunity′s right in front of you
Know you used to meetin′ dudes, dodgin′em for a month or two
But young pimpin′ spit linen to the young women
I′m T.I.P., known as pussy popper to some women

[Chorus] (T.I.)
[Jazze Pha] Hey, let′s get away and get a room on the other side of town
Hey shawty, I was feenin′ for you
(Was you thinkin′ of me... ay, ay...)
[Girl] Hey, let′s get a room, shawty we can freak somethin′ if you down
Hey daddy, I was feenin′ for you
(Oh yea... c′mon, tell′em)
[Girl] Hey, let′s get away and get a room on the other side of town
Hey daddy, I was feenin′ for you
(Shit I′m on my way)
[Jazze Pha] Hey, let′s get a room, shawty we can freak somethin′ if you down
Yea baby, I was feenin′ for you

[Jazze Pha talking]
Whoa whoa whoa..
Ladies and gentlemen
This... is a Jazze Phizzle, T.I. collaborangelle..
King of the south! Oh boy!
Jazze Phizzle, T.I., Grand Hustle daddy!
So smooth... futuristic..
Pimps up daddy!

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T.I. - I Still Luv You

[Chorus] 2X
Don′t hate me shawty
But even if you hate me shawty
I still love you
And now I only wish that you could
See that my intentions were good
I still love you

[Verse 1]
Forgave me once, forgave me twice, forgave me three times
I stayed lyin′, you stayed down in the meantime
Had my son and turned around and had another one
I broke yo heart when I told you bout the other one
I stay in trouble ha? Ain′t got too much to loose
Knew I could loose it all but never thought of losin′ you
Eleven years ago I still regret me choosin′ you
Meetin′ you, pursuin′ you and doin′ you in ′92
You fixed plates, showed yo face at every courtdate
And all you wanted me to do was call when I was out late
How could I let you go? I thought I knew it all
When you deserved the best and more, you been through it all
So you think I sold yo dreams, but what I say I mean
Just take it to consideration, I was 17
I′m still the same man, just had a change of plan
Never ask you back and fuck a wedding band
But I still love you

Repeat Chorus 1 w/ ad libs

[Verse 2]
Went from resentin′ you, hatin′ you, now I′m missin′ you
On the realest shit I ever dropped, dissin′ pops
I never even thought, to ask my mom what happened
Just knew that you was livin′ in Manhattan and I was trappin′
We never had a chance, we was in different states
But I′ll forgive it, you was human and we make mistakes
You tried to make it up, but shit, you couldn′t pay enough
You sent me ??? and toys and clothes thinkin′ you gave enough
But it wasn′t though, and you wasn′t there
That′s all I knew, so I grew up thinkin′ you ain′t care
I know it wasn′t fair, but ay, it wasn′t fun
But now what′s done is done, no matter wha, I′m still yo son
I could care less if none of yo other children come
I′ma be right there prayin′ you live to be a million one
Finally I understand, hustlin′, livin′ fast
Tryin′ to get the cash and settle down and be a dad
You probably never knew, cuz hey, I never said it
But pops, I′m just like you, I′m stubborn and I′m hardheaded
But now you dead in the ground, no meanin′ tellin′ you now
But all I wanted was for you to be proud
I still love you

[Chorus]
Don′t hate me shawty
If I ain′t told you lately shawty
I still love you
Now I only wish that I could
See that yo intentions were good
I still love you
Don′t hate me shawty
Please don′t hate me shawty
Ay, I still love you
And now I only wish that I could
See that yo intentions were good


[Verse 3]
How could I criticize my daddy on that last verse
Lookin′ at my own dirt, you got some nerve
But be that as it may, I got some shit to say
It′s been a secret, I can′t keep it for another day
I got a lil′ girl, not just two lil′ boys
And that′s been killin′ me inside, eatin′ me alive
And I can′t find the words, nor the nouns or verbs
To express whachu deserve, girl you worth the world
But I′m a man and I ain′t perfect, if you hear me now
I′ll tell you wha had happened, when, why, when, how
Me and yo mama met, we kinda kicked it off
But we wasn′t ′posed to have a baby, we just chillin′ out
We had a ???, almost the same size
Same goals, said thangs at the same time
But then we destroyed the situation like the a changed mind
How could I look her in her eyes and ???
Her stomach gettin′ bigger, and time is gettin′ close
Six, seven, eight, nine months and I ain′t told mah folks
Not just messiah mama, hell, I had told yo granny
Three kids in two years, baby, daddy had it
But I ain′t ashamed of you, I′m more ashamed of me
It′s not at all yo fault, you′d be better off blamin′ me
But now I realize, where the problem lies
Forgive me babygirl, I apologize
And I still love you

[Chorus] 2X
Don′t hate me shawty
Please don′t hate me shawty
Cuz I still love you
Now I only wish that you could
See that my intentions were good

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T.I. - Watch What You Say To Me (feat. Jay-Z)

Ay, Ay, Ay
Watch what you say to me
You better watch what you say to me
Watch what you say to me
You say, I′ll spray

[Chorus]
Watch what you say to me
You see me and ya know I′m tooled up
You don′t wanna see me cut the fool bruh
Watch what you say to me
Let me find out you talkin tough in ya song
When you see me you know what′s up boy, it′s on
Nigga, what you say to me?
Cause see I ain′t been a fuck nigga never
I′m just warning all you sucka niggas
Better watch what you say to me
Cause I′m known to make a mountain out of mold
Hell, you don′t wanna get ya four kids...
Watch what you say to me

[1st verse: T.I.]
Got a tool in my pocket and the club just rockin
Watching ey′ nigga while they girlfriend jocking
They gotta let it go cause niggas already know
I got that thang with me and they just to let it go
I′m trying to mind my business though, tell I hear this nigga say yo
"They ain′t nobody, fuck em" I′m thinking I′m fitting to buss em
Wait, look up the city, police is lookin at me
I tell C, he tell Doug, they tell Jay-z
When you see, then surround em, then call to squirrel me
Pick a perfect spot and make sure that they girl see
My man offered dude a drink, he said "what? wuchu think?"
Then call from then on all you couldn′t see nuthin but bottles
Remy Martin to the noggin, bet it bust it wide open
His bitch standing there hollering while he lying on the floor, shit
Why you feeling sorry for him? He asked for it
Listen ya′ll, here come the moral of the story

[Chorus]

[2nd verse: Jay-z]
Rap music is something ain′t it? The way these pictures is painted
You swear these niggas is dangerous, the gangsta shit they be saying
Lock em up in the booth with a half ounce of that cannabis
Sit back, and watch the outlandish shit they portraying
But, soon as you see em they freeze up like in museums
Them statues, you like, "Is that the dude, that said he was gonna (pop you)"
Niggas get running before you finish ya sentence
And then they back to riffing, when they off at the safe distance
You like, you was just here, you disappear like magicians
In thin air, I′m like damn, nigga at least keep it consistent
I hear you baiting me lately, I been doing my best just to stay hater free
Still watch what you say to me
Sooner or later I take you up on your offer
And put you all in ya place like I′m replacing ya father
You talking, to the author, the architect of The Blueprint
My DNA in ya music, muthafucka you stupid?

[Chorus]

[3rd verse: T.I.]
Cuz I ain′t never been a sucka, been gangsta my whole life
So a nigga disrespect me and it′s on on sight
I hear what you say in ya song, some of that I don′t like
Keep it up, I feel tried, I see you, we gon′ fight
Be a man, say my name if you talking to me
You never say it, well I figure you ain′t talking to me
Find out you is at the awards or was the code in the streets
I swear I beat ya fuckin ass like it ought to be beat
See I ain′t whispering lame, I ain′t one for the game
If I say fuck you nigga then, fuck you nigga, simple and plain
I say no problem, there′s no problem, pimping you do the same
Now you just, swallow ya pride cuz you know I′m off the chain
Try to refrain from being violent but you come out ya face
I got my lawyer paid up ready to catch me a case
When I feel you disrespected me, I′mma get me a K
But all this shit can be avoided one way...

[Chorus]

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T.I. - Paperwork (feat. Pharrell)

[Hook - Pharrell:]
(Paperwork)
Don′t do no business until you check his (paperwork)
And if all else fails, I just hope that this (paperwork)
Wanna swing Bentley doors, blow smoke through the roof
Everything got a cost, they gone need something on you
(Paperwork)

[Verse 1 - T.I.:]
ATL, Westside, that′s the only home I know
In ′85, me and Uncle Quint used to ride around in the big Bronco
Took me up to Charles′ Disco
Daytime, set me down at the bar
Where I drank Shirley Temple
′Til he walked out with a bag and we got back in the car
What you wanna be he asked? When you grow up big kid?
I just wanna be like you, ridin′ round town gettin′ bread
We shot a couple Lac, couple summer pass
Uncle Quint ain′t nowhere to be found
Later we learn that someone ratted him out
For that reason 10 years he won′t be around

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - T.I.:]
Picture me in ′93
I′m the only man I see
Fresh up off the porch
Lookin′ for a drop Porsche and a fake ID
Introduce me to the crack game
Rap game was the furthest from my mind
Had a notebook full of rhymes
And a pocket full of crack rock dimes
Time on my side, lift.45 in my jeans
Open fire if you seem to be blocking my dreams, yessir
Welfare, food stamps
Section eight, me and Ma lived in the trap
I said fuck school, it holdin′ me back
I wanna bankroll, chasin′ after that

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - T.I.:]
Look at me, at 17
Livin′ on my own, peddlin′
Quarter ki, now and then sellin′ weed
Tokin′ too, cost my first felony
That′s one of many, that were to follow
Drinkin′ Henney up out the bottle
Told a child I think I′m bein′ followed
Family don′t think I′ll live to see tomorrow
Plenty have a story like mine
Know many of you had a little nine
Know many of you did a little dirt
Too many of us did a little time
Wake up, 10 years of your life passed
When you get your cake up
Don′t it seem like that
When the Feds on your ass passin′ out

[Hook]

[Bridge - Pharrell (T.I.):]
If you think that you high, baby look above you
It′s drones in the sky, there′s nothing you could do
So left, two, three snap
Right two, three snap
Don′t get serious now it′s too late for that
Cause they got
Time on my side, lift.45 in my jean
Open fire if you seem to be blocking my dreams, yessir

[Hook]

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T.I. - Whatever U Like

Ladies and gentlemen
I know what you want
She′s hot as a stove
Her name is Nicole

I′ll do whatever you like
I′ll do whatever you like
I can do, I can do
I do, I do whatever you like

Don′t cha want it?

I′ll do whatever you like
I′ll do whatever you like
I can do, I can do
I do, I do whatever you like

Boy, you want my body
Wanna ride it like a Harley
Once or twice around the block
I bet I′ll have you saying ′woh woh′

First stop, let me pop
Drop like a helicop
Pay attention on me
While I show you the scenario

You charming me boy
Yeah boy, you′re charming me
Just like this beat is gonna do
on the radio

I thought you knew me
by way you′re talking to me
You get any closer to me
Then I might just have to let it go

Something ′bout that cocky thing,
you got me wanna see what′s really going on

I do the thing, I do the thing you wanna (Ladies an gentlemen)
I′m gonna do, do anything you wanna (I know what you want)
I do the thing, I do the thing you wanna (She′s hot as a stove)
I′m gonna do, do anything you wanna (Her name is Nicole)

I′ll do whatever you like
I′ll do whatever you like
I can do, I can do
I do, I do whatever you like

I′ll do whatever you like
I′ll do whatever you like
I can do, I can do
I do, I do whatever you like

Yeah
Work it out girl

Make a bed
You put the cat in the nap
I′ll tell you what side I get, all night lover

See the cheek
Wanna see me, make it speak
Watch it while mommy teaching
I won′t stutter

I can tell you had never had a touch
Hood up while I show this much, I′ll do that for ya

Playing a step
Promise I can make it rain
Lemme see that suger, king
You like that, don′t cha

Something ′bout that cocky thing
You got me wanna see what′s really going on
I do the thing, I do the thing you wanna (Ladies an gentlemen)
I′m gonna do, do anything you wanna (I know what you want)
I do the thing, I do the thing you wanna (She′s hot as a stove)
I′m gonna do, do anything you wanna (Her name is Nicole)

I′ll do whatever you like
I′ll do whatever you like
I can do, I can do
I do, I do whatever you like

I′ll do whatever you like
I′ll do whatever you like
I can do, I can do
I do, I do whatever you like

(T.I. Rap)
See me in the back
Chick like that
Get you to run around
But I can hit it like that
I said you run around
I′m the shit like that
Eat it, beat it, till it′s swollen
You gonna need an icepack
I′ll tell her big thang poppin′
Let me hear you say that
Lay back, play that,
purp, Kush, blowing in the may back
Work my company
Three year and you′re wanting me
Imagine what they done to me
On top of me, up under me
Accept no imitation baby
Other can′t be hatin′
And they′ll be all in ya face
I mean all in the wussy
See, I can take you on vacation
A weekend ball in the A
You hit me up four in the mornin′
What you callin′ to stay, shorty

Something ′bout that cocky thing
You got me wanna see what′s really going on

I do the thing, I do the thing you wanna (Ladies an gentlemen)
I′m gonna do, do anything you wanna (I know what you want)
I do the thing, I do the thing you wanna (She′s hot as a stove)
I′m gonna do, do anything you wanna (Her name is Nicole)

I′ll do whatever you like
I′ll do whatever you like
I can do, I can do
I do, I do whatever you like

I′ll do whatever you like
I′ll do whatever you like
I can do, I can do
Wait a minute, motherfucker

I′ve been looking all night,
Wanna kiss you one time
Mommy do what you like
Go head pull it pull it pull it?

First you gotta get it right
I can love you long time
I become a big crime
Then i′ll pull it pull it pull it?

What she want it uptight
I promise a goodnight
Girl, you′re gonna sleep tight
When I pull it pull it pull it

Wanna look at your eyes
When you get the big prize
Gonna give it a kind
When I pull it pull it pull it

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T.I. - Swagger Like Us

(feat. Jay-Z, Kanye West, Lil Wayne)

[Intro/Chorus 4X: sample of M.I.A.′s "Paper Planes"]
"No one on the corner has swagger like us"
"Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us"

[Chorus]

[Kanye West]
("No one on the corner") Mr. West is in the building
Swagger on a hundred thousand trillion
("No one on the corner") Aiyyo I know I got it first
I′m Christopher Columbus, y′all just the pilgrims
Thanksgiving, do we even got a question?
Hermes pastel, I passed the dressing
My attitude is tattooed
That mean it′s permanent, so I guess we should address it, huh?
("No one on the corner") My swagger is Mick Jagger
Every time I breathe on a track, I asthma attack it
Why he so mad for? Why he gotta have it?
Cause a slave my whole life, now I′m the master
Naaaaa-na-naaaaa
How it feel to wake up and be the shit, and the urine?
Naaaaa-na-naaaaa
Tryna get that Kobe number, one over Jordan

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Geah..
("No one on the corner") Got a bop like this
Can′t wear skinny jeans cause my nines don′t fit
No one on the corner got a pocket like this
So I rock Roc jeans cause my nine′s so thick
You can learn how to dress just for checking my fresh
Checking-checking my fresh, checking-checking my fresh
Follow my steps is the road to success
Where the niggas know you′re thorough when the girls say yes (yes!)
("No one on the corner") But I can′t teach ′em my swag
You can pay for school but you can′t buy class
("No one on the corner") School of hard knocks I′m a grad
And that all-blue Yankee is my graduation cap
It′s Hooooo-vahhhhh
Dippin-dippin Rovers, whippin with the soda
Hooooo-vahhhhh
Did you even have any doubt after doubt it was over?

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
No one on the corner has swagger like moi
Church, and I′m too clean for the choir
I require, but I desire
I got stripes, A-di-das
Mamis scream, "?Papi no mas!"
Run up in your shit just me, no mas
Running this shit like I got four′ tires
No one has swagger like these for′ guys
Now when it comes to styles, I got several
Sharper than the swagger, dagger or metal
And my jew-els, blue and yellow
The type of shit that make ′em call you Carmelo
Who′s as follows stay true to the ghetto
Write your name on the bullet make you feel special
Ha! What the fuck you boys talking ′bout?
I know it′s us cause we the only thing you talk about
And I′m gone... bye... yeah

[Chorus - during last line]

[T.I.]
Hah, you see? That′s right
Ay, you know see Weezy for the wordplay, Jeezy for the bird play
Kanyeezy for diversity and me for controversy
I′m a verse that′s picture perfect, only spit to serve a purpose
You ain′t living what you kicking then you worthless
Lookin from the surface it may seem like I got reason to be nervous
Been observant, work to see if my adversity was worth it
Verse is autobiographical, absolutely classical
Last thing I′m worried ′bout is what another rapper do
Ain′t nobody hot as me
Even if they rap they ass off, blast off and have outstanding quality
Sell a lot of records, I′ll respect it and salute that
But spin real life on hot beats, I′m the truth at
You kick it like me, no exaggeration necessary
Living revolutionary, nothing less than legendary
Gangsta shit hereditary, got it from my dad
Flow colder than February with extraordinary swag

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

[T.I. - over Chorus]
Okay, yeah, that′s right
Okay, yeah, so you notice huh
Hah, yeah, okay, tell ′em for me shawty
Yeah, that′s right, yeah

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T.I. - U Don′t Know Me

[Intro]
I′ma tell y′all sucka niggaz somethin′..
First of all nigga, look′a here dawg..

[Chorus]
You mighta seen me in the streets but nigga, you don′t know me
When you holla when you speak, remember you don′t know me
Save all the hatin′ and the poppin′, nigga you don′t know me
Quit tellin′ niggaz you my partna, nigga you don′t know me
Don′t be a groupie, keep it movin′, nigga you don′t know me
Hey I ain′t trippin′ pimp, the truth is really, you don′t know me
Yeah, you know they call me T.I., but you don′t know me
You be hatin′ and I see why, cuz you don′t know me

[Verse 1]
I think it′s time I made a song for niggaz who don′t know me
I graduated out the streets, I′ma real O.G
I been trappin′, shootin′ pistols since I stood four feet
So all you niggaz actin′ bad, you gon have to show me
You gon make me bring this Chevy to a real slow creep
My niggaz hangin′ out the window, mouth fulla gold teeth
When the guns start poppin′ wonder when it′s gone cease
Choppa hit you in the side and create a slow leak
We can end the speculation cuz today we gone see
What′s the future of a pussy nigga hatin′ on me
I give a fuck about the FED′s investigation on me
I don′t care that they at my shows and they waitin′ on me
I′ma keep on flossin′, poppin′ long as Toomp is on the beat
Tell police′s I ain′t stoppin′, I′ma keep it in the streets
Contrary to yo beliefs, I′m as real as you can be
Fuck yo thoughts and yo feelings, nigga you don′t know me

[Chorus] - repeat

[Verse 2]
Ay, once again let me remind you nigga, you don′t know me
So don′t be walkin′ up and askin′ whus tha deal on a key
I don′t know if you wearin′ wires, you could be the police
If I was slangin′ blow you couldn′t get a o.z
See me and the P.$.C. fallin′ through at a show deep
Police holdin′ up the door, cuz they know we tote heat
I just wanna ride wit C, blow dro′ in the Fleet
Or with ???, bout a dozen different bitches in a week
I just wanna chill wit Kuntry and his daddy Freddie G
Ballin′ out at anytime, at any store we spend a G
Wanna ball in the Bahamas, courtesy of K.T
MacBoney gotta mill, as well as Dolla D.P
A.K. house on the hill right next to J. Get′
Every week meet there for lunch, restaurant and eat free
Get Inda paid, lil′ Greg and B
That′s the only shot we got at gettin′ Cap back on the streets

[Chorus] - repeat

[Hook - repeat 2X]
You see a nigga hatin′ on a G, ask′em what it′s gon be
Whachu lookin′ at? Pussy nigga, you don′t know me
At the club or in the streets, or wherever we should meet
It′s choppas choppin′, pistols poppin′, nigga you don′t know me

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T.I. - You Ain′t Hard

I done been locked up wit the worsest of niggas
Armed robbin con men and murderous niggas
The dope boys be the first to deliver
Green, brown, or blow, got mo snow than Buffalo in the winter
Think these lyrics is comin from a pretender
If I said it I done seen it or done it
So I mean it when I say you don′t want it
Done came a long way from jumpin the hunnids (hundreds)
To baggin them quarters, doin shows from L.A. to Flawda (Florida)
In Atlanta, I′m the law and the order, the king of it
Got a throne and a brougham and a (?) that′s chrome
Callin houses on the water my home, wit no mortgage or loan
If I live in it I bought it and own it
If I′m wit a bitch I caught her and boned it
No question, no less than a week and she′s in confession
And I bought no necklace unless I′m investin
No exceptions, I′ll open ya closed session

[Hook X2]
You ain′t hard til you cookin like this
You ain′t mob til you fucked wit the click
Or you flippin them bricks
We make music for the broke and the rich
For the hoop and the 6
For the hustlas went from nothin to (?)

We hustle from 6 to 6 to 6 again
Sell fat nicks for 10 til the bricks get in
Venturin from ATL to Michigan
The talk of yo town, y′aint even worth mentionin
Peppermint try′na get another shipment in
And Sam Goody just hit us on the hip again
Got hot shit under our fits that′ll pierce ya skin
And the click I′m in some made men, know dat
Got a deal now, but I was the shit befo dat
Totin steel now, but hold my own wit no gat
T.I.P. the answer to the question "Where them hoes at?"
The heat is catchin up to niggas runnin 4 flat
At the club gettin crunker than crackers on Prozac
Say you got some dubs on the Lac? Well shawty where the vogues at?
T.I.P. ain′t the shit? come on shawty, don′t act
I′m the hottest thing ever flowed over 24 tracks

[Hook X2]

Some niggas wonder how I made it, I do what it takes
At school I was cool wit the nigga who threw a 22 in ya face
Took ya starter coat and choked ya til you blue in the face
Or you might know me as the nigga who fucked ya bitch and bust 2 in her face
Either way, I′m a winner like the 4 and the trey
You probably never held mo dough than I can blow in a day
Sometimes I′m wearin gold, sometimes I′m ridin on it
Between us, I doubled up off my signin bonus
K.P. and Jay say "Shawty, ay you goin legit"
But I ignored the shit, when I scored a brick
I bet you never knew how quick 36 O′s′ll flip
Yeah I cook it til it bubble up, see how quick it double up
Competition′s in trouble I′m supplyin the hood
Born, bred, when I′m dead, I′ma die in the hood
Niggas be tryin the hood, I open fire in the hood
Shut ′em up, wet ′em up, and let ′em lie in the hood

[Hook X2]

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T.I. - Private Show (feat. Chris Brown)

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Girl take it off for me, you know just what I want
It′s always hard to leave, this private show
Let me see it, see it, let me see it take it off
Let me see it take it off, take it off (let me)
Let me see it take it off, take it off

[Verse 1 - T.I.:]
Shawty let me see you take it off, toot it up
Back into me, pass it to me
Imagine hanging half way off the mattress while your ass is moving
Up and down, back and forth, so ratchet when you supposed to be
A lady to the naked eye, but a nasty lil′ hold of me
If only the masses could see your ass when it′s in action, I swear
Manhandle you and pullin′ places, I make you take it right here
You got no idea, listen girl with this pole right here, ow
Beat it up, be grabbin′ hair
Leavin′ hand prints on your derrière
Now, can you, just kiss it for me while I′m doin′ ′bout a hundred on the highway
Get it, slap it wet, get it bent, girl I bet you could finish before I pull up on the driveway
And this ain′t no child play, this grown man B girl I′ll say
I got your ass in the scope, ain′t gotta be close shawty I could hit your pussy from a mile away

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - T.I.:]
Hey let me see you take it off, lay it down
Like this my last day in town
I′m puttin′ in work no playin′ around
But shawty I′m sayin′, now
Me let you walk away without walkin′ funny
Be talkin′ bout me, I highly doubt it
So, let me take you to a private island
Make you take this dick, don′t cry about it
How it feel to you girl? Don′t lie about it, no
Shawty you ain′t gotta lie about it
Blackin′ out in that pussy like a power outage
Got a man, well he gon′ be sour about it
But I just wanna be on your team
Provide you with your protein
Leave wet dreams all in your face
Them tattoos all over your waist
Got me rock solid, can′t touch that
I′m fuckin′ you like I′m upset
Chokin′ you, long stroking you
Say you came twice, not enough yet
Because a cat that phat is very rare
And my dick ought to be buried there
I love how you kick it in public
But in private, we on some wild shit

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Chris Brown:]
Made a reservation, you′re my favorite place to be
All day, contemplatin′ baby, waitin′ patiently
There′s nobody like you, body way you climb on top of me
We′re in hell and lady you′re the closest thing to heavenly
I want you all to myself, nothing at all, I can′t help it
Cause what you go on is fly as hell, but I need a better view
Just show me the real you

[Hook]

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T.I. - Don′t You Wanna Be High

[CHORUS:]
Hey don′t ya wanna be high? Hey listen baby come fly wit me, take a ride, get high wit
me. I know you wanna be high. You never wanna say bye to me, if you ever come fly wit me. Hey
dont ya wanna be high? Hey, listen baby, come fly wit me, take ride, get high wit me. I know
you wanna be high. Promise you′ll never say bye to me, if you ever get high wit me.

[VERSE I:]
The bucket′s on tilt, truck is on stilts i did another deal today, at least a couple
mil′. Naw i′m askin you to chill, wanna pat that down I′m tryin to pick you up and never put
your ass back down. get rid of all your worries, why you draggin that around? Here pop one of
these and now pass that around. Fire it up, take a shot, now your ass in the clouds. Can i bend
ya over, throw your ass back down? No need sayin no. we way pass that now. I aint them other
niggas, just control the flashback now. Make three wishes, you can have that now. Fuck the
finacin′, payin cash right now. miracle man, make your dreams come true. Take a ride, get high,
bout time you come too.Bet ya life done changed, ya likin my last name Done had a couple
babies, wit a Bentley and a Range. Crib on the water, eatin meals on the plane And ya ilfe in
the sky like you lived on a plane. So much good shit to fill ya brain, If the band seem
strange, i′m jus sayin′

[CHORUS]

[VERSE II:]
You see me chillin′ out, kickin back in the ride, Wit fly broad on the passenger
side. Got a nice smile and immaculate eyes. fore′ she get inside, she dont have to decide.
Cause she can have it like she want it, we can do it like that. And i went and threw it to her
and she threw it right back. She say nobody gave it to her like that, Hit it from the back, I
figure you would like that. Her head and tight pussy good like that And damn she aint even from
the hood like that So she probably never kicked it wit a cool nigga Other niggas had her, didnt
know what to do wit her. Intimidated by her face and her cute figure. Cause her waist real
small and her ass way bigger Don′t she know that if i want her, I aint finna play wit her. All
i gotta do is spend a A wit her

[CHORUS]

[VERSE III:]
Hey what it is, pretty girl, would you like to come and kick it wit a nigga for a
night or two And you can take your clothes off if you like to. And it dont matter ′bout the
cost if i like you i just do it shawty, I aint gotta try t. Bust a move, bet ya I can set a
fire in you. me chase round behind you? Why boo? i′m like you, you know you fly, but i′m fly
too. you know how to do it, alwayz ride good. Match the paint wit the wheels, the trunk and the
hood. You dealin′ wit a real nigga, get it understood. I′m still in the hood, even when in
Hollywoof. Wit my beat down low and my top let back You lookin′ for a G. well you got just that
Well i can be a King and you can be my princess Baby all you gotta do is say yes.

[CHORUS]

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T.I. - Doin′ My Job

[T.I. - talking]
Ay I′m working here, know what I′m saying
Try to put yourself in my shoes for a second
Its not personal I′m just sayin though

[Verse 1]
Ay look
From when the moon came out ′till the sun came up
I was supplyin the days with what they flame up
Our mamas passing by, trying to explain us
Pissing in the bushes like they never house trained us
But, try to understand thats how we came up
You get to know us, you′ll love us but you can′t change us (naw)
Really we rather be rich and famous
But in the mean time were forced to slang dust
′Dro or crack cocaine, Penicillin to Rogaine
Ecstacy, Viagra, whatever′ll get the dough mayne
Im tired of people mis-representing my dough mayne
Oh you think we out here killing for nothing, hustling
for no gains (picture that)

[Hook (sample playing in the background)]
Hey man I′m just doing my job
Hey lady, don′t mind me I′m just doing my job
I don′t wanna make your life more harder, I′m just doin my job
You live here, I work here I′m doing my job

[Verse 2]
I don′t know if you don′t know, don′t care or can′t see
Every time something up in the hood, it ain′t me
And I ain′t always up to no good and on the creep
And ye′ ain′t always gotta pass through the hood without speaking (how you doing)
We ain′t out here threatining your lives, raping your children
We just out here staying alive, making a lil′ bit (you know)
Working hard, trying to survive chasing a billion
You hear us talking loud, just think of us as chamelions
adaptin′ to situations, but accusations is still there
and robbing your house, now you just hurting my feelings (maaan)
We got lives, we wanna live nice too
We got moms, dads, wives, kids just like you
But our options are fewer, its hell in high school
When your helping with the rent lights and the gas bill too
So before you go judging us loving us won′t hurt
if you′re under 25, staying alive is hard work

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
And for you to see what I′m saying, open eyes would help
If you could think about somebody besides yourself
Why you pointing fingers at me, analyze yourself
Quit all that chastising and try to provide some help
Instead of calling the law, and busting my balls
With all due respect, we don′t even be fucking with y′all (maan)
And we can′t help it cause it is like this
We don′t like it no more than you that we live like this
Always, stuck in the grind, from summertime to wintertime
Cut school, and sell fifty dimes by dinner time
See everything we know we learned from the streets
Since thirteen I′ve been hustling and earning my keep

[Hook]

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T.I. - Big Things Poppin′ (Do It)

[Chorus 2x:]
Do it [3x] what u waiting for
Do it [3x] what u waiting for
Do it [3x] what u waiting for
Now Lemme hear you say
Big shit poppin, and lil shit stoppin [3x]
Ball on these niggas being broke is not an option

Do it to the maximum, take it why you asking them?
Don′t listen to them suckas when they say you too irrational.
See I said I was king and them lames started laughing
Same sucker now I want the king on the track
I composed several classics
watchu know like top back, dope boys,
Bring em out, and what you know about that
Now they ask how I talk what you know about that
Dominated ′06, now Im going right back
See me reign hell, lettem show just like that
Even Denzel′ll say damn, I ain′t know it like that
Nigga yea, still bankhead you can tell
Ain′t nothing changed but the name on the mail
Still kicking doors with them thangs in the air
Open Benny Honda, see me slang in dem chair
I will slang cane, no such thang as a jail
Said you need a hundred squares they just came off the scale

[Chorus]

Do it like a ball playa, when you see me ballin
Stacks tall-ass ball playa from the stage to the air
Whether in Miami, Cincinnati or in Riverdale
Arizona, California, make it rain anywhere
Pullin out that pistol nigga who you think u finna scare?
20 rounds of missles have you pissin in your underwear
I tote a pound, 40 cal, so you better tone it down
I suggest you adjust the bass, except for when it going down
A-town, west side club, you should catch me,
Right up at the top where Big Kuntry, Dro & Mac be
Jackers lying say they caught me slipping how could that be
I′m something like a stalker I be everywhere the strap be
The trap be, jumping with that 100 dollar slab
If I wanted nigga I could get 100 on the tab
Sell em all double down Nigga do the math
Think I won′t pull up in something With 200 on the dash

[Chorus]

Do it like I wanna do it, do that shit in front of you
Real nigga vision pimpin I aint seeing none of you
I Do it for my nigga phil daughter and his momma too
Do it for my oldest sons and they Grand momma too
Do it for my daughters and my my youngest son momma who
go buy what she want cuz she know it ain′t a problem to.
You do something to them and its you I bring the Drama to
You do it for a day or so, we do it for a month or two
I do it for my partner go make show them nigga stuntin too
We doing with them choppers, aint no problem where you running to?
We do it for the block, now why ain′t nobody stopping me
I do it for my pop, and my cousins too they watchin me
I did it nonstop, now see how these niggas copy me
I made it from the bottom to the top, where I oughtta be
Who do it did good, and do it different
No matter what I do you know I do it to death

[Chorus]

Now do it!

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T.I. - Freak Through

f/ Pharrell Williams

[T.I.] Hey! Hey! Hey!

[Chorus - Pharrell Williams] w/ T.I. ad-libs
(But she′s a freak though)
She got angel eyes, wit the baby face
(But she′s a freak though)
I want my momma and daddy to meet her
Maybe have my name
(But she′s a freak though)
They keep talking about you
Because they - can′t keep up with your pace
You′re my - super freak! super freak!
You′re my - super freak!

[Verse - T.I.]
My momma taught me, everything fine ain′t the finest
And everything that shine ain′t a diamond
They say that change come wit time and I′m finding
That most bitches take your kindness for blindness
Yeah it feel good laying her beside you
Diggin deep, ol′ nine up beside you
But we can′t kick out in public, gotta hide you
Cause all my partnaz in the hood done tried you
It′s true that you can′t turn a hoe into a house wife
Well listen shorty maybe I don′t want a house wife
They say that you a freak I′m thinking that they bout right
Because that pussy′s so good and your mouth tight
A pretty face, slim waist, and her stout nice
Juicy ass that them niggaz in the south like
She super sexy, got a nigga thinking bout a wife
Wearing all white, being wit her for life

[Chorus]

[Verse - T.I.]
The main thing making niggaz judge you
Is the same thing that make me wanna love you
From the smell of ya hair, I wanna hug you
To the way you yell "give it to me" when I fuck you
Plus you ain′t tripping off a nigga cause he thuggin
That′s why I′m twice as happy as relationships that wasn′t
But my partna say you trickin wit his cousin
But nevermind, I don′t listen they be buggin
They find it hard to understand how could T.I.P. love
This girl, when her man is out at strip clubs
Maybe cause T.I.P. girls leaving wit girls
And in the morning they′ll be waking up with six girls
They don′t know we more like homies when we pick girls
Why you worried bout it, he ain′t gotta make you his girl
Fuck what he think about you, I think you the shit girl
Make me wanna bring another kid in the world

[Chorus]

[Verse - T.I.]
Now I been told every nigga in the streets know
She ain′t nothing but a freak ho
But when I look in her pretty eyes, I don′t see it though
Now she done showed me some shit that I ain′t seen before
But what we do behind closed doors is for me to know
All in all I′ve decided I′m a keep her though
I′m a fucking grown man, what I′m creeping for?
Just try me by the four, that′s what I′m toting heaters for
I′d die by that for her a real good reason though
That′s how I feel, let my partnaz and my momma know
Keep it real, all the disrespect has got to go
I disrespect, she is selfish, she don′t hide it
Though she may have been a tad misguided
All she need is a little affection, a lot of direction
A nigga wit a constant erection
And I done wasted plenty time contemplating second guessing
Procrastinating, I wanna buy a ring and pop the question

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T.I. - G′ Shit (feat. Jeezy & Watch The Duck)

[Verse 1 - T.I.:]
I′m a rich nigga like I don′t know
I can change if I wanna, but I won′t though
Steer right even when I′m on the wrong road
Real talk from the heart what I′m known for
Skinny jeans, I don′t do those
I′m the starter sub-par oughta shoot for
Fully automatic chopper, you could shoot though
Now I′m movin′ five mil′ when I shoot dough
Audemar, Hublot
One point five on the two-do′
Old hustle, new flow
Old money, new ho
Suckers prayin′ I′m a chill, but I′m too cold
Long as I′m around, fuck they need you for?
Ridin′ in the Chevy totin′ three bricks
Since nobody wanna make G shit

[Hook - Watch The Duck:]
This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes
This is for the dopeboy trappers sellin′ halves and hoes
(Since nobody wanna make G shit)
They want G shit, give it to ′em
They want G shit, give it to ′em
I′m the one to give it to ′em

[Verse 2 - T.I.:]
If you don′t know me let me tell you somethin′, shawty
Still got them choppers, make you run from it
Camouflage, dog tag
Got ′em followin′, when you see me better haul ass
Keep it G at all costs, what you call that?
Crack rock, hip hop, I done all that
Certified trap nigga, sucker, fall back
A broke nigga he may entertain all that
All left field, keep it true, nigga
Save the flash in the dance for a new nigga
Keep speakin′ for the ones who ain′t got a voice
Kill ′em dead only when they leave no other choice
How I see it, if you ain′t down to die ′bout it
Don′t write my time, slime, why the fuck we talking about it?
Still ridin′ in the Chevy totin′ three bricks
Since nobody wanna make G shit

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Jeezy:]
Now what the fuck is an ounce? We smokin′ bout an LB
We don′t even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki
And I′m a take this shit to trial, they got nothin′ on me
They be on the Champagne, bitch, I′m ′bout to OD
Got a bag full of birds and motherfuckers gettin′ robbed
Bars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault
Used to hit the highway over twenty of them things
Young nigga hit the club with the twenty unchanged
When Jay was beefin′ with Nas I was sellin′ cocaine
When Game was beefin′ with 50 I was doin′ the same thing
I was at the hospital, nigga, Meechy got shot
Fuck you niggas talking ′bout? I love that nigga like Pac

[Hook]

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T.I. - Countdown

[Chorus:]
Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), One
You done when I see you (David Banner, banner)
Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), (yeah, yeah) Two (2), (ay) One
You done when I see you (ay)
Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), (yeah, yeah, yeah), Two (2), One run
You done when I see (see) you (you) (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ay)
Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), One (what it is pimp I know ya′ll miss me man)
You done when I see (see) you (you)
Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), (here I am muthaf****), One run
You done when I see (see) you (you) (ay)

[Verse 1:]
what it is the king back in the building
Still stacking and building
Still rappin to children
Jeopardizing ya deals, ballin buyin ya wheels
Like it′s back when we was lil and it′s still time to kill
Quick displayin ya skills
Way underpayin ya bills
Spend a day in the field
So how you sayin you real
Niggaz could never live how I live, you ain′t deserving
My lifestyle′s urban, never met me in person
Just my bread suburban, in a red suburban
On 24′s, 20 hoes givin head, I′m swerving
Fuck boys piss they pants, scared and nervous
I′m shell-shocked, black out like I been in the service
Clean cut and reserved, but I tote George Garvin
The closest thang you hoes seen to picture perfect
Your rose gold king, my ring tight as a virgin cop
Your dream I stopped fo I seen the top, nigga

[Chorus (2x):]
Five (5). Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), (what!), One
You done when I see (see), you (you) (ya days are numbered shawty)
Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), One run
You done when I see (see), you (you) (countdown pimp)

[Verse 2:]
I treat the beats like the streets
On em I do what I want to
I ain′t gotta confront you, I′ll kill you if I want to
Roam amongst monsters, kill homes and front you
That lil nigga swearin he bad, eat him for lunch too
Fuck you niggaz, Dominique slam dunk you niggaz
Sucker punch aan one of you niggaz
I was being nice at first now I′m runnin thru niggaz
Whole crews, not just one or two niggaz
Cuz you aint representin the south, you just embarassin
See you on tv in New York, them niggaz laugh at us
The reason why D.J.′s didn′t have a clue I was fabulous
Now a days, not playin my records well, hell it′s hazardous
All this cussin, fussin, loud discussion′s out of my character
Bustin these niggaz melons and threatnin all of they managers
P.$.C. is Atlanta, so how you playin and handlin
Gorillaz wit bananaz, without playin and banishing
King of the south, it was said once then
Took a while to comprehend, now it all sunk in
On the low, deal a mil, I ain′t done, come again
Room dead, scene fled, fo the fedz runnin in pimp

[Chorus (2x)]

[Verse 3:]
comin live from the terror dome
Shinin lights on niggaz who got they skirts on tight wit mascara on
All I have ever known, is 28 in the zone
Give me a day and its gon, a brick of yay and it′s on
You have never known, me to run less I′m gunnin at niggaz domes
And runnin em out the own territory
Every story got a flip side to it, and ya disc ain′t shit less the click ride to it
And I′m gon show you how the Westside do it
In the A, not Cali, Bankhead, Simpson Valley
Every crack in every alley, sellin crack to every Tom, Dick, and Harry
Every Kim, Sue, and Sally, till I tally up
A big enough knot to buy me a yacht
So then my pistols and my patnaz really all that I got
I′m not, playin at all, I′m sprayin em all
Still drop em down to size if they say that I′m small man
Pussy cats can′t worry ya dawg
Throwin stones at the throne, I′m a bury ya all man
Know ya faggot niggaz hate that I′m ballin
Makin 30k a day and blow it all at the mall and man I
Can′t relate to what you rap on stage
Nigga cuz I been sellin yay since I was bow wow′s age nigga
Hear my daddy and cousin talking to me from the grave
And all they sayin is young nigga get paid

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T.I. - My Life Your Entertainment

(feat. Usher)

[T.I. Talking]
Hey, hey
Hey what′s happenin′ e′erybody
I hope they get my good side
You know I gotta look good when I walk out the house
You know I know the camera′s following
I know they taking pictures, right Drama
Ay man, you watch it I live it, you dig that
Y′all sit back relax get some popcorn man
I′m gonna make it a good show, you dig that
This goin′ make a hell of a movie huh!

[Usher]
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
I walk they follow (ay)
I talk they holla (ay)
Just here for your amusement
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
You waitin′ for me to lose it
I guess I′m just here for your amusement

[T.I.]
The price of fame I think I paid, want my change I done gave
E′erything in my possession for my seconds on the stage
For my name up in lights and multi-million record sales
I done gave up my life, can′t get a moment to myself
When alone I ask myself, is it worth it? I ain′t perfect
Neither is anybody else, but I think my kids deserve
To be with Daddy out in public without all the interruptions
When the lies and gossip′s published I′m the topic of discussion
And I stay in trouble just to show these suckers I ain′t lost it
And I′d do it all again that′s the funny thing about it
I ain′t playing, boy I′m ′bout it
Will I change, boy I doubt it
I done been a lot of things, I ain′t never been a coward
See the paparazzi crowded all around me now
Same niggas who was dissin′ want a pound like I′m C now
Showered with support from my adoring fans
They hear T.I.′s arrested they′re like here we go again

[Usher]
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
I walk they follow (ay)
I talk they holla (ay)
Just here for your amusement
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
You waitin′ for me to lose it
I guess I′m just here for your amusement

[T.I.]
You′ve seen it all before, guys know how the story goes
It′s like 2Pac never died, sit back, enjoy the show
You see the shit that scares you senseless, I done lived through it
Knew the risks and the consequences and I still do it
And then I′m so fresh, them niggas mildew it
Not just a actor by profession, pimp, I live movies
That′s why they whisper when they see me, point and stare at me
′Cause they just wanna live through me vicariously
Fashion weekend, Paris week, party like a rockstar
Get blown by a top model ′til she catch lockjaw
Got the dough you get a year, stashed in my sock drawer
Showed you the troubles and the struggles of an outlaw
Top dog would not fall, I am not y′all
Couple pages out the calendar and I′m out y′all
Kid listen, pay attention, you don′t wanna be me
It′s safer to watch it on T.V.

[Usher]
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
I walk they follow (ay)
I talk they holla (ay)
Just here for your amusement
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
You waitin′ for me to lose it
I guess I′m just here for your amusement

[Usher]
See I don′t think it would even matter (to me)
Woking a nine to (five) would it be better
I mean be honest, would you care to gossip about me
Not likely
I guess that′s just the way that it goes (the way that it goes)
(′Cause I know) See I can be somewhere out keeping it cool
(And get told) Almost anything instead of the truth
Y′all know more than I do, it′s breaking news to me too
Easy killer y′all know that ain′t how I move (ooh)
He said and she said (what) I did what, with they (who)
No not me I said (not me) she gave me no head (ooh)
Won′t get me again (hey) I pleaded the fifth (hey)
I know better than to ever talk during the film...
in′ and flashing lights can blind your eyesight
To when you cant see what′s wrong from right
Well shorty ′til you walk a mile in my shoes
And understand this is who I am

[T.I.]
Usher I completely concur
Life can be such a blur, obviously we prefer
Our privacy but instead we endure
Yes sir, don′t expect nothin′ less of me
′Cause this goin′ probably be this way until the death of me
But for the hustle and the lady on my arm now
Plus all my kids and my mom′s I′m a calm down
And yo, we doin′ just fine, and the time′s just flyin′
Live one headline at a time

[Usher]
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
I walk they follow (ay)
I talk they holla (ay)
Just here for your amusement
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
You waitin′ for me to lose it
I guess I′m just here for your amusement

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T.I. - Ride Wit Me

[Intro]
Let′s get it homeboy!
Y′all already know what is man, this ain′t nuttin new to y′all man!
T.I.P., Pimp $quad Click ya understand that?
King of the South! Hey!
Westside of the A-Town, nigga you don′t know no better nigga
BANKHEAD!!

[T.I. over Intro]
Aye... Aye... Grand Hustle c′mon and kick it wit′ me for a minute
Y′know what I′m sayin′, come and ride wit′ ya boy man, Hey!
Y′all ready know what it is, aye..
We gone swing by some sororities y′know what I′m sayin′
We gone ride down Bankhead my nigga
C′mon and ride wit′ me right quick aight?

[Chorus]
Come and ride wit′ me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at
Where them suckers get it at and hustlas keep the chickens at
Ride wit′ me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at
Where hoe niggaz be snitchin′ at and often come up missin′ at
Ride wit′ me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at
Where them killers livin′ at and T.I.P. be trillin′ at
Ride wit′ a G, come and ride wit′ a G
All through the A.T.L., come and ride wit′ a G

[T.I.]
See me ridin′ through Atlanta in a Phantom wit′ the double door
Make these bitches wonder what he be in so much trouble for
I′m touching folk, anytime they trying Grand Hustle folk
I′m busting folk, what the fuck we arguing, fussin, cussin′ for?
You lucky hoe, couple of years ago I prolly cut your throat
But fuck it though, what I′m spending somethin′ on a nothing fo′
Well-known flow, man I got this shit from Simpson Road
Adamsville, Born Holmes, Center Hill, Zone 4.
A drop top, flip flop, shine as the chrome glow
When T.I.P. pop out the roof "What he up in Herndon Homes fo′?"
Along though, shit he jus′ doin′ what he known for
Blowin′ ′dro, 24, livin′ how the song go
Rubber burnt, turn the corners, beatin′ like a Congo
You try to jack I pull the strap, it′s +ASAP+ pronto
King of the South, every hood′s head honcho
I′m Westside certified, go run a fuckin′ hood yo

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
I done told y′all I′ma O.G., never had cold feet
You end up with no teeth, nigga +U Don′t Know Me+
I′ll knock ya off ya feet, put holes in ya until ya clothes leak
Tossed it in the river like I threw away my old heat
You chose to oppose me? Who the fuck you s′posed to be?
Mechanicsville and Summer Hill, Zone 3 that roll wit′ me
No hoes wit′ me, you know all that blow before they sold me?
I′m everything you s′posed to be, boy ain′t no runnin′ over me
Kick it wit′ the +King+ and lemme show you what I mean man
Most these niggaz rappin′ about a block, ain′t never seen Nan
Real niggaz recognize, real niggaz and you ain′t nan
You don′t know how to stab a nigga dead, keep a clean hand
Sell a block for 24, you got′s to 17 gram
From Eastside niggaz and Kirkwood and Little Vietnam
These 26′s keep the attention of bitches
Come and ride wit′ me pimpin′, lemme show you how we get it

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
Alabama, Mississippi, come and ride wit′ a G
Dallas ride wit′ a G, Houston ride wit′ a G
Carolinas, Virginia, Philly come and ride wit′ a G
Memphis ride wit′ a G, Chicago ride wit′ a G
California, Florida, Detroit they all gon′ ride wit′ a G
Phoenix ride wit′ a G, St. Louis ride wit′ a G
Seattle ride wit′ a G, Jersey ride wit′ a G
Vegas, New York, and D.C. they all ride wit′ a G

[Chorus]

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T.I. - Be Better Than Me

[Intro]
Huh
Ok, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Ay, Ok, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ok
Come on
[Repeat]

[Verse 1]
I never know whether I′m livin fo tomorrow or dyin fo today
But either way I′m tryna move a hundred dymes in a day
They sat that crime don′t pay, but I′m gone stay on the grind in the A
Wit the same ole j′s
I know the lames gone say that I done changed no way
I′m in the gutta everyday tryna slang mo ya
In the middle of the trap, we hang the dro blaze
Niggaz in the trap ain′t changed in 4 dayz
Waitin on a page dat sayin the blow came
Instead of us just finding mo ways to get paid
Anyway, in the fire, I done been there homey
Niggaz ball, niggaz die and ain′t shit fair homey
Dem crackers give ya some time and get to sit there homey
My niggaz dyin, I′ll see ya when I get there homey
Ay, Born alone, die alone in life
But right or wrong, folk it′s on fo life
Just be betta than me

[Chorus]
Shawty, the streets ain′t the place to be
I′m telling you cuz it′s to late fo me
Ay be betta than me
Crack a slug nuttin betta to see then young niggaz wit a felony sheet
So be betta than me
I know ya mamma waitin faithfully on her baby to graduate ya see
You way betta than me
Betta than us, betta than this, take a chance nigga change some shit
You could be betta than me

[Verse 2]
Ay, its rules in the game son, learn it young
When dez hatas speak yo name man burn dey tongue
Neva be ashamed of how ya live or where ya from
You stack a mill, niggaz will see how far you come
Without a gun, you got somethin′ll make ′em bar you son
That′s a million dollar mind, why, dez niggaz is dumb
Yea they gon get outta line, but dez niggaz is scum
They outta sight and outta mind ′til you visit the slum, stay down
Stay on the grind and yo digits′ll come, bottom line
You gotta shine no matta what you become
Dez streets is 40 percent of yo mind and 5 percent muscle
10 struggle, 10 time, and 35 percent hustle
And trust if dey don′t burry the scared, dey burry the dead
When anticipatin pistol play, be very prepared
And if you ain′t, find somewhere to burry yo head
Because them hot ones from the choppas tear ya body to shreds
I said

[Chorus]
Shawty, the streets ain′t the place to be
I′m telling you cuz it′s to late fo me
Ay be betta than me
Crack a slug nuttin betta to see then young niggaz wit a felony sheet
So be betta than me
I know ya mamma waitin faithfully on her baby to graduate ya see
You way betta than me
Betta than us, betta than this, take a chance nigga change some shit
You could be betta than me

[Verse 3]
In a broke down Cadillac, ridin′ high
Not many trusts in this life either shine or die
Ima live one of two ways, either grind or cry
And Ima grind it out, even if I′m dyin it out
Ain′t got no mo than me, so what the fuck you lyin about
That man right there, but ain′t gon be when dey start findin out
That that bullshit you be talkin ain′t the real deal
That ain′t you blow, them ain′t yo cars so how you really live
See what you need to do is take a chilly-willy pill
Go and chill yo ass out, fo dey deal yo ass out
A bad hand from a mad man, in a mad clan
All dem otha niggaz take a fall you gon take the last stand
Gnawed in, sawed in, how everybody ball
when everybody else is all in you don′t know where to fall in?
Need some Flaw Henn, I′m telling you shawty
and don′t be buyin none of dat bullshit sellin you shawty
And all that otha shit they talkin is irrelevant shawty
Tell ′em, show you the papa, fo dey show you the cable
You see a whole different nigga when you open dem drables
follow hatas nuttin holy can saves us
Shawty be betta than me

[Chorus]
Shawty, the streets ain′t the place to be
I′m telling you cuz it′s to late fo me
Ay be betta than me
Crack a slug nuttin betta to see then young niggaz wit a felony sheet
So be betta than me
I know ya mamma waitin faithfully on her baby to graduate ya see
You way betta than me
Betta than us, betta than this, take a chance nigga change some shit
You could be betta than me
[Repeat 1]

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T.I. - Help Is Coming

Help on the way
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
Help on the way
Help on the way
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
Help on the way
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop

They say the game f**ked up
and the records ain′t sellin
It was bad in 06′ gettin worse in 07′
Market over saturated with all the bootleggin
When it seems better shawty ain′t no tellin′
Well, call Lyor, give him this message
Then hit K′ys tell hiim, tell Kevin,
Craig, Julie Greenwald, all of them present
The fifty mill you gave me,
was a sound investment
This time around we gon sell 5,
no less than 4 on a slow day,
call vegas and bet
By the way, if you a winner,
I′m the one you should be with Hit J,
Tell them niggas to bet against
Grand Hustle homie,
I′m a make you respect this
They say "the market share down",
so... I ain′t affected
Tell the label relax,
ain′t no need to stress shit
Just cut the check a
nd I′ll handle the rest...shhiit

They say the game in trouble
Help on the way
Don′t worry bout nothin
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
I got this shit
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
Don′t worry bout nothin
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
I got this shit
Help on the way
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
It ain′t gon Stop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
It ain′t gon stop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop

You hear my name so hot, I got the game on lock
You niggas keep floppin, But i remain on top
Still the same ol′ me, With the same ol′ glock
From the first cd, With the Kangol top
I was hollerin dopeboy when I first came out
It seems like everyone in the dope game now man
I told these niggas that it ain′t gon stop
All the hatin′ gon′ stop or this thang gon′ blah
Most of these niggas ,ain′t slang ,no blocks
Got a lil′ somethin′, but it ain′t so hot
Try to sell a record when my shit drop
Get the cover of the magazine
when my shit out nope
I think not just why,
if you ever eye with a nigga this fly
You better watch your mouth,
you ain′t that high
KING OF THE SOUTH, you ain′t that guy

They say the game in trouble
Help on the way
Don′t worry bout nothin
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
I got this shit
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
Don′t worry bout nothin
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
I got this shit
Help on the way
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
It ain′t gon Stop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
It ain′t gon stop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop

To the fans and the critics,
think hip hop is missing
This is a lil′ proof that hip hop livin′
You can hear a hip hop top now, just listen
Now see a hip hop walk out with 6 bitches
In the ATL, see hip hop chillin′
In a multimillion dollar crib hip hop building
You know how many cars hip hops driven?
Nigga I′m everything hip hop′s missing
Nigga you is everything hip hop isn′t
My heart and my soul, where hip hop live at
To anyone whos ever said hip hops finished
It can′t be dead while I′m still livin in it
I′m livin (and well, might I add that)

They say the game in trouble
Help on the way
Don′t worry bout nothin
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
I got this shit
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
Don′t worry bout nothin
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
I got this shit
Help on the way
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
It ain′t gon Stop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
It ain′t gon stop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop

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T.I. - Tha King

[intro]

And in case you forgot, i′m tha kinggg....
ya,ya, YA, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, who im is nigga (...T.I.P.)
Atlanta′s own king of the south showty
ya, a-ya, yaaa...better keep my name out ′cha mouth showty
P.S.C. ...ay...ay

[verse 1]
I own, hail Atlanta′s own
owner of Atlantas throne
if u didn′t want no trouble, then u should have left the man alone
its been seen, shown, did never did Atlanta′s known
the king, been the one representing off of Atlanta′s own
back when niggas was represting Atlanta wrong
every shoot he got, he put the hoods of Atlanta on
big screen, then hit every trap he traveled off
thats presses, from Texas to Alabama strong
from down in Miami, up to louisiana homes
from the Carolinas, Virgina, to David Banner′s home
i′m well connected, hata′s best a mind ur manners homes
got a nigga play ta′ 38, but ???
and it shine like they should have set the phantom on
in it, see me riding, gettin′ blown like a saxaphone
showty split the shit, and take the ??? on
if i′m not on ur tube, dude
u must got ur channel wrong

[Chours]

I′m tha king of the south (there is nothin′ flyer)
Sukka MC′s (outa call me sire)
Ur songs ok (but i′m on fire)
24 inches (on my rims and tires)
I′m tha king of the south (there is nothin′ flyer)
Sukka MC′s (outa call me sire)
If u was on top (I′ll pass right by ya′)
I will not stop (and I won′t retire)

[verse 2]

I came, I saw, I conqured
with no nicknames, no fame, no celeberty sponsers
just a game and a flow that was bonkers
nigga front if ya′ want, a dead niggas like a bitch ???
now u been told, so don′t say I didn′t warn u
ain′t no better alarm ya′, when u leakin′ and the reapers apon ya′
it don′t matta′, i′m creepin up on u
say that I ain′t tha king
but u just sour, he ain′t think of it ???
all the hatin, theres no time to respond ta′
pistol tryin to gaurd ya′, up away to get these karrets ???
hey, my bought cha′ record company called ya′
in a slide of a mill, shout out from here, cuz they really didn′t want cha′
??? its safe to say that they ought to
so it′s time to move on, to realestate
and get cake, sellin 50 states
i′m king of the south, down for the 50 states
i′ma spead out, and i′ll eliminate who in the way
i′m 24 today, give me till i′m 28
i′ll be ruler of all that I survay, and not just inner states
T.I been just a wind, but I ain′t fina′ break
plus yall niggas fake, and i′ll say it in ya niggas face

[Chours]

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T.I. - What Happened?

[T.I.]
Dez niggas robbing me
Pray to God is nothing but a robbery
I gave them all I had
So they pulled they lick off flawlessly
They yelling fussing cussing
But all I hear is heaven calling
Me next thing I know they busting
They leaf me seven and they all in me
on fallen knees help me please death is all I see
If I die memory of a ballin Gee is all I′ll be
Never thought I′ll be lying in a poodle of blood trying to breath
I don′t want to die but something is telling me
It′s time to leave say my apologizes
Maybe find a piece of God
Seen my whole life flash before my eyes
And now it′s getting dark body temp drop
Going in shock prying out of fear close my eyes
Take my last breath and I′m out here
In my life I smoked a lot of weed
Drunk a lot beer sold a lot of keys
But that shit don′t even matter here
Somebody said walk toward the light
But I ain′t not ready to go
Am I dead is it over you ain′t ready to know

[T.I.]
Well now I moving toward the light
And I ain′t walling or nothing
I ain′t like the shit
Well hell I guess ain′t use for me to try to fight
The shit what the business is you God
I been waiting to meet you
And I know I been hearing bout yall
But like the one day I would see you
But why you let dem niggas kill me
you could have done something why you ain′t come down there
And shield me when them niggas started dumping
Then he say excuse thy heat
But I control no hate in
And it coming not from me
Well who coming from Satin
Oh Satin did this excuse me lord
But now my shit list and
I know with all this phi shit you got a A-K
Or a piston grip give me a click of angels whip dem thought loose the goal
And get piston whipped a lot of die I ain′t scared
Who he think he is fuck with Tip
I got a A-K two 45′s bout 50 clip I′m fixto dip
I ain′t borrow shit I′m fixto trip
Put a piston grip and loose thy lip
And then he say two wrong doing make it not a right one a last
Well forgiven me cause
I′m bout to ride out on Lufica ass
And all I need you to do is give me
The strength and lord you know I′m need you
With the shit I′m fixto attempt
I′m fix to bust hell wide open fear don′t control me
and I′m O.G. hell can′t hold me

[T.I.]
Now ′Pac and Biggie want ride too
I guess that′s cool sense that muthafucker
The reason yall niggas had to die too
My nigga Bankhead had to realize too
Shawty let ride
It′s 4serious up here dough
Cause we don′t ride we glade
Now I′m strapped and ready folks
But I can′t steam to do a thing
With these wings how I′m supposed to keep them steady folks
With a chopper on back of two 44′s shawty no
A the pain we fixto bring
I don′t thing he even ready for
When it′s on you already know
Farewell bro. mama always told me
I was bad enough to tear hell up
IM doing this for what you made of
From that time you made the bitch eat the apple
to the time you pick your folks
To put us on the boat and enslave us
Worker that never paid us
Killed Malcolm X, Martin Luther King
and everybody else tried to come down here us
Killed my father that raised us
Kidnapped us from our country
Take your distance in our religional way
Well now it′s time for the cadet to busted
We want our spirits and our minds back now
IM getting mines right now
Pussy nigga lye it down I′m walkin
Thought hell kicking the devil doors down
spreading rounds waving cadet rounds
Well I woke up I was lying down shawty

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T.I. - Undertaker

I′m a pimp tight, nigga ridin clean after midnight,
Ready for the gun play, prepared for a fistfight,
Run up on your bitch and ask her what that pussy hit like ?
At first she actin′ funny, but in a minute I knew she′d get right,
Get down, got her fuckin′ with another bitch now,
I′m king of all that I survey, remember this tip town,
And you aint ready pussy nigga better set it down,
We mag night and rock steady nigga spittin rounds,
Turn ur stomach to spaghetti when you hit the ground,
Toss the choppas in the chevy now we mashin down,
Campbellton, countin′ all your benjamins and hamiltons,
As far as im concerned your just a job for the janitors,
Don′t disregard I′m a guard your an amature,
Hidin′ behind your body guards and your manager,
I pimp hard through all the pages in the calender,
Bitch is Pimp Squad, its all action no cameras,

[Chorus]
You know what it is, You know what it is,
You know what it is, You know what is is,
Shawty we bury niggaz, Shawty we bury niggaz,
Shawty we bury niggaz, Shawty we bury niggaz, ... THE UNDERTAKER
You know what it is, You know what it is,
You know what it is, You know what is is,
Shawty we bury niggaz, Shawty we bury niggaz,
Shawty we bury niggaz, Shawty we bury niggaz, ... THE UNDERTAKER

Yo, standin on the trap with me, mashin′ me is best for me
1000 round magazine, my partner say no attackin′ me
I′m A to the average B, respiratory ??, fruit chevy, H-IC, my lyrics hit like HIV
Spray by me, state patrol, murder comes like day to me,
Bullets chip your l-I-p and dirty all your h-I-p′s
Shout out to your homies where they′re feedin um through they IV,
From the westside where they say I be,
The way I be, the ruler of all I survery I be,
Laid back, Yay′s back, Triple Kiwi Maybach,
Weed match the benz, Cush triple kiwi′d 80 pack,
Old school baby crack, I′m tryin′ to bring the 80′s back,
Haitians give me hated crack, cuz my momma hated crack,
Til′ we got evicted and I came through and done ate his ass,
Playa back, we rhyme we I live, I′m a zone 3 hustla niggaz know what it is,

[Chorus]

May we all bow our heads, and pray for this nigga,
The undertakers comin any day for this nigga,
They hate um′ in the hood, from the dreams he been sellin′,
I read the paperwork and it seems you was tellin′,
You know what it is, and you know who I′m talkin′ bout,
When the feds came, I didn′t open up my mouth,
Waht you scared for ?, niggaz know you′ve been a hoe,
It was like homie, shit was all good just a week ago,
Get the goons ready start up your vehicle,
And shoot at any fuckin′ car you ain′t seen before,
Pick up the shells, and we use an automatic,
They gave 50 years to my nigga lil′ travis,
See I′m movin trap, and let um trip over the wires,
And then he′ll be layin′, right by the preacher and the choir,
Catch um before I do, T.I. go and handle your biz,
When you see me holler at me homie you know what it is ...

[Chorus]

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T.I. - We Do This

Okay..

[Hook]
Ain′t no use in tryin to lie
You know we be ridin′ fly
All that stuff you tryin to buy
Boy you know we be twice as fly
We do this
I′ll show you how to do this
I′m probably the coolest
I′ll show you how to do this
I′ll show you how to do this shit

[Verse 1 - T.I.]
I got a drop on thirty′s rims so purty (pretty)
Shut ya lil gallardo down closed curtain
Ya got a murcielago i got a mclaren for it
Balla of the year I oughta win a award
I got money offshore that i made off tour
Cash stashed in a paper bag from a whore
Some from the dro, some all blow
Never go broke but I still want more
Ya ain′t gettin′ nothing pimpin if ya ain′t gettin′ dough
Ya got a bitch n ya wonder why she ain′t gettin′ low
But she freakin wit fo′
Shit if you was tryin to be fly i suggest try a little more nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Eminem]
Who ya ever seen under thirty this fly
Playa house south beach top floor its a tie
And this′ll never stop I′ll do this shit til I die
Then after that consider me a ribbon in the sky
I′m G4 flyin′ big boat buyin
Land in miami then i sail to a island
My Cali crew high in the hills I ain′t lyin′
Man them bitches get high in anything they tryin′
I got cars I don′t know about money I don′t know about
3 or 4 movies get a 100K a show about
10 mil in real estate make them niggas really hate
What I care about it I ain′t like them niggas anyway

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - T.I.]
I′m a fool with the bitches I talk they listen
Funny thing all I gotta say is lets get it
And my mouth piece sweet but my dick game vicious
Plus I′m paid but they already rich they ain′t trippin′
She can tell I′m fly first time she ride wit me
S65 who ride the 550
King worldwide God to my city
Yea them other niggas say that they hard but not really
Coupe super clean shut all the cars down
I got 50 g′s on me i′ll tear the mall down
Use to be in the ?? in the summer home now
one in Cabo one in miami think i′ll go to rome now

[Hook 2X]

Ay Ay

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T.I. - Bring Em Out

[Intro: Jay Z snippet]
(Bring ′em out, Its hard to yell when the barrels in ya mouth) Swizzie!
(Bring ′em out, bring ′em out) Aye!
(Bring ′em out, bring ′em out) TI
(Bring ′em out, bring ′em out) Aye!

[Berse 1]
TIP comin live from the VIP, heard the night life lost life when I leave
Both the Feds and the State wanna see my need
The whole city got bizzerk he got treat
Anotha nigga got a hit but shawty he not me
Who set the city on fire as soon as he got freed
Da king back now hoes don′t even know how to act now
Hit the club stippers give neck ′fore I sit down
Still ballin money stack taller than Shaq now
Still push a button to let the roof on the ′Lac down
I′m on the road doin shows puttin my mack down
Mississippi to Philly Albuquerque to Chatt Town

[Hook]
I got the crowd yellin (Bring ′em out, bring ′em out)
Aye, all my hotgirls yellin (Bring ′em out, bring ′em out)
Aye, all the Dope Boyz yellin (Bring ′em out, bring ′em out)
Aye, from the back they yellin (Bring ′em out, bring ′em out)

[Verse 2]
Once again what other rap nigga hooder than this
I got rich and I′m still on some hoolagin shit
You be rappin bout blow I was movin the shit
You talkin bout shootin out and I was doin the shit
If I hit you in the face you gon be suin and shit
And if I catch anotha case I know I′m true to be missed
So I′ma keep it cool head stay out of the news
Headlines and shows other rappers its bedtime (bedtime)
It′s clear to see that I′m ahead of my time
I copped a chromed out hard top Carrerra to shine
I got some time, it ain′t shit cause I get better wit time
Who got a flow and a live show better than mine

[Hook]
I got a packed house yellin (Bring ′em out, bring ′em out)
Aye, all my hotgirls yellin (Bring ′em out, bring ′em out)
Aye, all the Dope Boyz yellin (Bring ′em out, bring ′em out)
Aye, from the back they yellin (Bring ′em out, bring ′em out)

[Verse 3]
Mic check 1-2 1-2, you wanna beef wit the king what is you gon do
Will you show up on the scene wit 2 guns drew
Or you and ya friend and play a little two on two
If you knew half of what I knew then you′ll be hittin the deck
Got a tool and a vest I can get some respect
I′ma make it hard for a sucka nigga to flex
Sho ′em this ain′t the squad for a nigga to test
Pimp my nutz too large and we way too fresh
Work well wit Nines AK′s and Techs
And quick to check a lame like a game of chess
You want beef you can bring ya best and we′ll be standin..

[Hook - 2X]
In ya front yard yellin (Bring ′em out, bring ′em out)
Aye all my hot girls yellin (Bring ′em out, bring ′em out)
Aye, all the Dope Boyz yellin (Bring ′em out, bring ′em out)
Aye, from the back they yellin (Bring ′em out, bring ′em out)

[Break - 2X]
Hands... In Da... Air... Now!
Hands... In Da... Air... Now!
Hands hands in the in the air air now!
Hands... In Da... Air... Now!

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T.I. - Hero

Konvict music
Grand hustle movement

You know what this is partner

Yeah

[Chorus: Akon]
We get it poppin on site
I′m sure you already know my steno
See I′ve never been a buster just a true hustler
My squad is lethal
Come with the right price
I can make you look bigger than neno
Just put a gun in your hand and let you ride with the man cause I′m a muther fucking hero

[T.I.:]
Just to make sure he don′t get it clear like pallegreeno from acseno to a kilo I′m a neighborhood
hero
They be talking love but they never seen a key though
Never chop them 63′s down to triple 0
Hate on me so much but I′m what you wanna be though
Might of went tiple platinum you ain′t never been a g though
I keep the 50 with me tote it round like it legal
Fly like a segal, ride around with 3 girls
Keep it pimpin with me you don′t want to see those
So what we can meet up, you get your ass beat up
The reason people honor me the reason why you under me
You don′t believe we run the street well come and see nigga

[Chorus: Akon]
We get it poppin on site
I′m sure you already know my steno
See I′ve never been a buster just a true hustler
My squad is lethal
Come with the right price
I can make you look bigger than neno
Just put a gun in your hand and let you ride with the man cause I′m a muther fucking hero

[T.I.:]
I′m the man that′s apparent even when I′m ruuning errands
Gotta beat a mcClaren on what I′m wearing got em staring
Bitches I share em if they in my hair em
They ain′t getting high well I don′t go near em
Nigga wanna die tell em buck I dare em
I ain′t gonna spare em homie I′m gonna tear em
Apart from his heart to his ass swear to god
Give a fuck about his partner give a damn about a charge
I take it to far, pull up where ever you are
Empty clips in your new car
Picture you dead and zoom off
Admit it you lost, probly cause shawty to raw
You flaw ayy tell em how we do dawg

[Chorus: Akon]
We get it poppin on site
I′m sure you already know my steno
See I′ve never been a buster just a true hustler
My squad is lethal
Come with the right price
I can make you look bigger than neno
Just put a gun in your hand and let you ride with the man cause I′m a muther fucking hero

[Akon:]
Got a box of ammo that I rarely use
9 millimeter that shine like shoes
Hope the day never come when a nigga have to
Let it go ont he bust and hope it ain′t you
Cause I be on deck, on the grind like sex
Taking over local city street like feds
Breaking down every nickel, every dime, every brick
Down to the last dollar I mean every bit

[Chorus x2: Akon]
We get it poppin on site
I′m sure you already know my steno
See I′ve never been a buster just a true hustler
My squad is lethal
Come with the right price
I can make you look bigger than neno
Just put a gun in your hand and let you ride with the man cause I′m a muther fucking hero

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T.I. - My Life

[Daz]
I know it′s your life nigga..you do as you please (That′s right)
But you know we be fucking up
Huh, Huh....Yeah Aye,Aye,Aye..Yea, Yea, Yeah (What)
Aye,Aye,Aye......Yea, Yea, Yeah
That nigga Daz and T.I is in the motherfuckin house..You know what I mean
It′s your life nigga....live or die.......Wooooh!!

(chorus)
Can′t ya see I′m on fire, so quit hating on me pimpin, I′m just living my life
Think I ain′t gone ride, on all you pussy niggas tryin to put an end to my life
You can′t do it, don′t try...I know you sucker niggas wish that you was living my life
In white linen, I′m fly..top down in the spiderville, riding for the rest of my life

[T.I]
A-town veteran, started at eleven
When and bought an eight-ball, I was staying down every since
That′s why its hard to find a young rapper nigga better than
Bankhead resident, Westside represent, Pimp Squad mobster
Grand Hustle president, hard on the lining than the nuts of an elephant
Trap musik heaven sent, you hating and it′s evident
You trying to stack presidents, I′m tryin to set precedents
The comparison is insulting my intelligene
Cause real recognize real, and real you ain′t never been
You never will, I catch ya where you chill, holla at ya
where you live nigga, fuck a record deal (what′s happenin)
I graduated out the yay, to stack a couple mill
Who would figure it would be a rap nigga I have to kill
My potnaz telling me shawty you have to chill (fuck that shit) but Ima end
Up hating with steel, what is is, still dope boy trap niggas
Worldwide lovin it, haters see the spider and they wanna put a slug in it
Fuck it, I′m a G, I been a rider, I ain′t studding it
Better get ya mind of mind, and start hustling

(chorus:with ad libs)

[Daz]
I should BG banging the stripes, ideas when I strike
Breaking my victims, lining them niggas all with the light
Get it right, hold it tight, blast with all your might
See we hustle for them grands til the early light
Follw my plan on command, leave′em dead where they stand
Ain′t no stopping the man nigga with grands in my hands
Living the fast lane, grand hustle the gram when the cash came
(Grand hustle nigga)
The police book me, take my fingerprint and last name
If I′m stuck in a cell, how would I maintain
Lock up all these niggas, the penitentiary mind frame
I strive for perfection, my method is quite collective
Check out the fuckin way I just rep it
This dog pound gangsta in the back take a licking
Rims shining, fresh paint, T.I. counting paper
Big moves stay on deck with the tools
All ya′ll niggas and bitches and niggas get sprayed with the tools..Blahhh

(chorus: with ad libs)

[Daz]
This how we hustle for the paper, cause the hustle get harder
I′m dog pounded out, an Atlanta Brave starter
Money, weed, and bitches, 24 inches conversating
T.I. plotted on getting these niggas, now for my niggas
Murdering, killing, wheeling the spider, on a mission
All my niggas ya′ll know how the fuck we kick it
I′ma keep my eye on a meal ticket, hustle it up motherfucker better kick it

[T.I]
All eyes on me, with my westside homie
In a drop 65, on D′s, wanna ride on me
I got a forty-five, on me
In a hurry to die homie, get live on me
You charged with tryin to OG
And I′m creepin through the crowd, low key, nigga
You don′t know me
I learned from niggas before me
I got insomnia shawty, I don′t sleep, I bomb, I don′t creep

(chorus: with ad libs)

[Talking: T.I & Daz]
Ya′ll niggas know how we do this shit
T.I, that nigga Daz....youknowhatimean
This my life, your life, our life, his life.live it to the fullest
One time for Pac, we miss you nigga...Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
One time for Shorty B, keepin it pimpin′(Aye)
PSC, Grand Hustle, pimp (yeah)
Fuck nigga, let this be a lesson to ya...Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Ya′ll niggas better start training man
You better be a damn good ducker nigga,
When I goddamn let loose with this chopper, you understand that
I ain′t playin with ya′ll niggas, Once the motherfuckin judge
Slam that goddamn gaffel nigga and let a motherfuckin case beat nigga
I′m at ya′ll ass nigga..Mark my motherfuckin words, Fuck boys

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T.I. - T.I. vs. T.I.P.

[Rap Verse: T.I. + (T.I.P. alter ego)]
I wanna talk to you shawty (Why?)
′Cause you be trippin′ sometimes
(Man I′m just trying stay true to what I say in my rhymes)
It ain′t a doubt in my mind, but you got a lot on the line
You need to think ′bout yo′ actions (Why?)
You be overreactin′ (Maaaan)
Look at Cap and K.T. listen to K.P.
(What about ′em; where the fuck this shit come from?)
Or to a J.G. to your mama or D.P
Or somebody shawty shit you be makin′ me sick (Nigga fuck you!)
You′d be a motherfuckin′ fool if you blow this lick (Alright alright)
This the chance of a lifetime, you know this shit
Remember what Jarmel told us "stay focused Tip" (I remember nigga)
(Man but they be tryin′ me shawty)
Niggaz be tryin′ you how?
Ay let them tell it, you was just another guy in the crowd
(Naw, but they be talkin′ too loud)
Man you be listenin′ too hard
Just pay these niggaz no attention and keep fuckin′ they broads (Alright)
I know you harder than these niggaz (Yeah) and smarter than these niggaz (Yeah)
More heart than these niggaz (Yeah)
Quit worryin′ ′bout thses niggaz
(Ay man fuck these niggaz I′m from Bankhead and I don′t know where you stayed at)
(But talkin′ sideways behind my back, I never played that)
(Since you become a payed cat T.I. you been so layed back)
(I wonder where lil′ bad ass Tip from back in the day at)
Man that nigga had to stay back there so we could be that
Nigga on TV and FYI we got the P back
Hold up shawty freeze Jack (What?)
"Lame" I′ll never be that (Yeah OK)
Changed my name a thousand times and still a G believe that
(Oh yeah good we go Ki′s)
(That nigga from overseas back)
You see what I be sayin′ ′bout this nigga (What man? Shit)
I don′t believe that
You ain′t listenin′ is ya?
You got issues I got kids, 2 boys a lil′ girl
(Ay I know nigga they my kids too)
You know it′s one false move and it′s back to the big house
The judge told our ass "one more time" and we ain′t gettin′ out
(I wouldn′t say that)
Be thinkin′ ′bout standin′ outside in the sunshine (Ho)
Watchin′ nigga′s heads get buck for cuttin′ the lunchline
Ay shawty you ain′t ′posed to make the same mistake more than one time
(And I ain′t made the same mistake twice since uh ′99)
Please, boy stop don′t get me started folk it′s not the time
And let′s just do this shit my way get paid and have a lot of time
Plenty fine bitches, who gon′ pull shawty you is?
(Man you know Tip got the hoes)
And Tip hoes got gold teeth (What that mean? What you tryna say nigga?)
Mine got jobs, good credit and they own features
(And mine boost clothes, sell ′dro, got the blow cheap)
(I guess it′s just depend on what ya like folk) That′s right folk
(And I was just kiddin′ ′bout them kites folk) Heh, alright folk
(I′m really glad we had a chance to sit it down and rap a tad)
(I admit you had a couple points, sometimes I act a ass)
Ay but it is so important to keep it real though just like ya said
No record deal, no amount of mil′ shall go to my head
(And with that said can′t nobody tell us shit, so fuck the hatin′)
How many niggaz real enough to stand and give theyself a straightenin′?

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T.I. - The Greatest

(feat. Mannie Fresh)

[Verse 1]
Diamonds in my bracelet shine like a Kodak flash
Just motivation for these freaky hoes to show that ass nigga
I pop tags on a throwback fast
Nigga please, I′m wearin′ these when I cut my grass... freeze
All you niggaz wanna touch my cash
The 40 cal′s in the stash, and when I touch I blast
Televison′s in the dash, suede roof in the coupe
I′m the one nigga, young niggaz knew it′s the truth
And the dumb niggaz I ain′t done provin′ it to
Come with a clique of guerillas like I hung at a zoo
I gotta bitch to pull bitches like she one of the crew
Now a buncha broads in the back bustin′ it loose
Do it free for me and charge you a hundred or two
Top floor in the presidential with a wonderful view
Yeah I′m rich, but I ain′t just talkin′ I live like this
You couldn′t get water out the faucet as clear as my Cris

[Hook {Mannie Fresh & TIP}]
Pimpin′ y′all ain′t heard that latest?
Ay it′s the best of the best
Young pimpin′ on a record with Fresh
I drive Chevys, fuck Mercedes
Hopped out the new CL V12, got in the blue SS
And I′m leavin′ witcha ladies
I got a beautiful bitch, pursuin′ ya bitch
Next thing ya know, ya losin′ ya bitch, pimp
Yall niggaz give it up I′m the greatest
Ay, I′m the greatest, ay, I′m the greatest, ay
Pimpin′ I′m the greatest

[Verse 2]
It′s been a long time since you seen a nigga like me
In a pair of Gucci sneakers, jeans and a white tee
Extravagant and outa control, I might be
But I′m makin′ 50k on the road a night G
Rocks in my ring, big as cubes in ya ice tea
I used to dream ′bout a Benz now I own like 3
I gotta wine-colored V, with the wine-colored V
And reclined leather seats, I ain′t lyin′ on my beats
You can tell I′m gettin′ money how I shine in the streets
Blowin′ on the best pine you can find in the streets
Rappers wastin′ they time if they trying to compete
They records sales declinin′ when mine hit the streets
I got the fine freaks starin′, ′cus my time piece glarin′
When the light hit the carrats, got they eyes lookin′ Chinese
You′ll run yourself raggedy tryna out shine me
No matter whatcha do, you′re 2 steps behind me

[Hook {Mannie Fresh & TIP}]
Pimpin′ y′all ain′t heard that latest?
Ay it′s the best of the best
Young pimpin′ on a record with Fresh
I drive Chevys, fuck Mercedes
Hopped out the new CL V12, got in the blue SS
And I′m leavin′ witcha ladies
I got a beautiful bitch, pursuin′ ya bitch
Next thing ya know, ya losin′ ya bitch, pimp
Yall niggaz give it up I′m the greatest
Ay, I′m the greatest, ay, I′m the greatest, ay
Pimpin′ I′m the greatest

[Verse 3]
A smooth attitude enable me to ball outrageous
Nigga fuck you paid me, I′m all outa favors
What Grand Hustle got ain′t a motherfucker gave us
A motherfuckin′ thing, but ain′t a motherfucker played us
You gotta mil′ that′s a small percentage
The way ya record deal structured, you only get a small percentage
I gotta Magnum with a magnum in it
Playstation and a plasma in it
Sittin′ on 20 inches and it′s tinted
Gotta hemi nothin′ faster than it
The 50 Gs′ll pass you in it, get real
Gotta Chevy more expensive than that Jag you rented
Excuse me, but let Young Pimpin′ brag a minute
Gotta bottle of Louie and a flock of groupies hotter than Rudy
Lickin′ me dry when I get out the jacuzzi
They eatin′ pussy, suckin′ dick until they mouth got gooey
Can′t another young nigga in the south top ??

[Hook {Mannie Fresh & TIP}]
Pimpin′ y′all ain′t heard that latest?
Ay it′s the best of the best
Young pimpin′ on a record with Fresh
I drive Chevys, fuck Mercedes
Hopped out the new CL V12, got in the blue SS
And I′m leavin′ witcha ladies
I got a beautiful bitch, pursuin′ ya bitch
Next thing ya know, ya losin′ ya bitch, pimp
Yall niggaz give it up I′m the greatest
Ay, I′m the greatest, ay, I′m the greatest, ay

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T.I. - Told You So

[Intro]
Grand Hustle Pimp..
Hey, whats happenin shorty
Me being a true player and all
I mean you know as a stand up guy you know
I really hate to say I told you so
But, man I told you so
Back when we said we were goin to run this shit man
When we said Pimp Squad Click, Grand Hustle was the business
When we said their was a whole nother side of Atlanta
A nother bunch of motherfuckers in the trap, y′all didnt know

[Chorus]
Man, I told you so
They thought a pimp wasn′t s′posed to blow
Because I was rappin about moving o′s and blow
Pimp I told you so
They thought that Outkast closed the door
And Ludacris came in and sold his 4?
Man, I told you so
The Mac, C-Rod, Kuntry and Dro
And AK had the coldest flow
Nigga, I told you so
I said the future was right up under your nose
You thought the south wouldn′t explode no more
Remember, I told you so

[T.I.]
Way back when Kriss-Kross was hollering "Jump" on ya tube
They was still gettin jumped at school, we used to tote them tools
Don′t get me wrong I′ll give respect to them dudes
But approach us wrong, and we′ll smoke them fools, ain′t no joke it′s the truth
Fuck a hater, let ′em do what it do
I′m busy now, but I′ll be through in a few
And then I′m coming for you
So keep shit talking like it′s something to do
I′ll spend a 100 grand get a killer something to do
I been hustlin since 92′ when I heard UGK
Hollering "Pocket Full of Stones" I was on my way
Had a history in the yay, before I started to trap
13, let me take you back farther than that
When my uncles was baggin blocks, used to count the stacks
I was only 8, and my grand-daddy can vouch for that
And my pops had alot of work, alot of folk he got ′em work
And ran numbers, said if he ain′t wanna, he ain′t gotta work
Why I sold rocks, I guess I got from pops
My uncles ? man ? a chip off the old block
The nigga you hear now the same one from off the old block
Who used to stand on Front St. and get off the old block

[Chorus]

I remember the P$C, Killer Mike, David Banner and me and YoungBloodz
Ran through Atlanta with heat, when even Atlanta was sleep
Nigga, back before you heard of me
I was middle man into serving keys when KC was serving 3
I′m on top because I deserved to be
So simmer down, calm your nerves at least
Speak your words with peace
Before you lay out on the curb deceased
Think about it, it′s absurd to beef
I took my songs to street
He told me dopeboy was the bomb in the street
Since then, my name rang like alarms in the street
Who knew how long it would be
If only LA knew how wrong he could be
I told you ain′t nobody stronger than me

[Chorus]

This southern rap shit of the day is something I helped design
Puerto Rico of the mix show I′ll let you know who the next in line
the Snowman, Paul Wall, the Thug ?
Alot of other niggaz shouldn′t of even been signed
Thats a opinion of mine
Because these niggaz be neglecting the grind
Ain′t waiting on nobody to let me shine, I′ma go get me mine
And then they wonder why they checks behind
Cuz TIP was 20k? back in the day, need me to press rewind
What be on these niggaz mind, man don′t get me to lyin
I seen ya kind, dopeboy, and that ain′t even ya kind
Ain′t never sold a gram of crack, and ain′t no need of ya tryin
Back in the trap, pimp I don′t see him survivin

[Chorus]

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T.I. - Grand Royal

[T.I.: talking]
What? (Nigga, what.)
I′m the King of the Motherfuckin south. (Huh, what? I′m T.I.P nigga.)
Picture that, nigga. (Try me then nigga. King of the South.)
I ain′t got no hits.
Nigga, kiss my ass, nigga. (Bust me then, sucka. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.)
Nigga, I been bustin′. You don′t like it. Outbust me then, nigga.
Nigga, I can fight nigga. I can say what the fuck I wanna say, nigga. (PSC.)
King of the got damn south. Bust me then, nigga.

[Verse 1:]
Might see T.I.P in one of them drop things
Way down the block, man
Swervin in and out of lanes, gettin some hot brain
I′m tellin ya, I′m hot man
From here to Scott Lane
You know the day I drop, man
Shawty, I′m not playin
Now hold up, st-stop dammit
Shawty, you′re not jammin′
If you hear one more, got dammit
I-I-I can′t stand it
I′m taking over spots to damage that B.I.G and Pac image you got
Stop dick ridin, your shit′s tired
I doubt if even your bitch buy it for six ′ollars
I can′t see how niggas who not spittin ask why they not winnin′
Or why their record not spinnin, why niggas not feelin it
Cause that shit is not real, and we know you′re not out killin shit

[Chorus: x2]
Crown grand royalty
Shawty, I must be
Whoever wanna shut me, uh-up
Just outbust me
Until then I′m king hood, don′t act like you ain′t know it
You wanna be supreme, hood, go get 16 for it

[Verse 2:]
I been spittin since way back like the seats in the Lac, nigga
Since the days of 97 sats in the back of the trap, nigga
I ain′t a rap nigga, I just happen to rap
what is different?
I ain′t gotta act and still i′m hotta than that nigga
I think all of ya wack niggas should give your plaques
to the real killas and crack dealers writing your script
get a grip, you need your ass whipped, for tryin to be famous
everybody know my flow is chainless and that′s how i remain
is T-I-P, K-I-N-G, O-F-D-A-S-O, a U-T-H
labeled as one of the greatest when it comes to the flow
give a damn what you think
cause if the legends of the south ain′t complainin
like Outkast and Goodie Mob
what the hell and the fuck do i care what you sayin
I′m T.I.P.

[Chorus x2]

What, what, what
Yal still ain′t heard
Pussy nigga, yal still ain′t heard
T.I.P., King of the South, shut your motherfuckin mouth
Or come see bout me, homie

[Verse 3:]
Well, whether you can′t live with it
Or you just can′t love it
One thing that you can′t say
is shawty we ain′t bustin
I was the King of the South before my single was out
I gave you everything from the ho to the dope game
Now hold up, wa-uh-wait shawty, wanna buy at 8 shorties
So go and get the weight shawty, out of the safe for me
They all can go for 140, meet me at 1:40
Now hey, don′t play no games with me
I ain′t no lame sissy
All I′ma bring wit me, is the niggas who hang with me
They smoke and drank and slang with me
So they′ll bang with me
Know if they came with me, that they dyin to die for me
Or bust a 45 at the blink of a eye for me
Now don′t be fuckin round, f-fore you be duckin down
You ain′t goin hear that bustin sound
Til right ′fore you touch the ground
Now know that AK′ll turn you browner than Bobby
and I were raised in the yay, rappin just was my hobby
I′m king hood

[Chorus x3]

[T.I.: talking]
What?
King of the South
Motherfuck yal niggas
What?
Nigga, yal don′t know
This my city, nigga
ATL, nigga
What?
I washawty born and raised, nigga
Die here
Born and raised, nigga
Bankhead-born, Bankhead-bred
One nigga down goin be Bankhead dead
Nigga, what?
Outbust me then
ATL in this motherfucker
You don′t like it, nigga
Kiss my motherfuckin ass
Get a Benz then talk, nigga
I don′t give a fuck what you think about that little bitty-ass house you got
Nigga, get a house on a lake
Then come tell me somethin, nigga
You don′t like down south
Fuck you then
Got plenty dick for your mouth
Ho ass nigga
I can fight
Come see bout me
Ho ass nigga
PSC in this muthafucka

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