I peek into the hole, I struggle for control The children love the show, but they fail to see the anguish in my eyes Fail to see the anguish in my eyes I scratch around the brim, I let my mind give in The crowd begins to grin, but they seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes Seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes, it′s no surprise Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic My big top tricks will always make you happy, but we all know the hat is wearing me My bag is in the hat, it′s filled with this and that My vision′s getting fat, the rabbit′s just a monkey in disguise Stars and pills and needles dance before our eyes They will bite the hand if it is slower than the quickness of their scrutinizing eyes Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic My big top tricks will always make you happy, but we all know the hat is wearing me Chicanery will always make you happy, but we all know the hat is wearing me
It′s off, it′s on The party′s just begun I promise this This drink is my last one I know that I fucked up again Because I lost my only friend God forgive my sins Don′t leave me, I Oh I will hate myself until I die
My heart would break without you Might not awake without you Been hurting low, from living high for so long I′m sorry, and I love you Sing with me, "Bell Bottom Blues" I′ll keep searching for an answer Cause I need you more than dope
I need you more than dope Need you more than dope Need you more than dope I need you more than dope
Toast one last puff And two last regrets Three spirits and Twelve lonely steps Up heaven′s stairway to gold Mine myself like coal A mountain of a soul Each day, I cry Oh, I feel so low from living high
I need you more Need you more I need you more than dope
What, what? (This goes out to the general public) Yo.. you over there Styles? - Yeah dog (Anybody sleepin on us) Second album nigga - two guns up nigga Real L.O.X. - blaze! "We Are the Streets" nigga, y′all know who the best (C′mon) Fuck y′all niggas wanna do - what, what? (Let′s go)
[Verse One] Couldn′t live the life I live (yo why′s that) I could die any minute, I get high every minute Fuckin with snake niggas, and sleepin with foul bitches Came through in the latest whip with two pounds in it Pull over where the hustlers be (and why′s that) Cause I get chills when you talk of hustlin ki′s So I′m always where the powder be at (what it mean) I can blow five bricks to ten in an hour if that Stay away from where the cowards be at (why′s that) Time is money god, and you can′t get an hour back Or I would do it again to get the power back Have Godfather status, make niggas bow to that You could all shine and glitter and keep the ones Fives and tens, for twenties and up, we dummy it up Make a lot of money, look bummy and what Cause money aint shit, respect is everything So if I kill niggas dead, don′t ask me shit I smoke blunts to the head, so don′t pass me shit I′d rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitch They say the good die young, all that mean to me is that the hood die young, we call it the last days What you know about coppin a house to fight pits in Or blowin weed smoke on the cops that write tickets Henny iy up, shit we can semi it up Have a picture of you on the wall, ′In Memory Of′ Stay in sync with the hood, gray minks with the hood We tryin′ to get money like chinks in the hood They ask me how I′m doing now - I tell ′em better than them And if your man front - he can get eleven in him And if you told them once - then you better tell him again Ay yo, now let′s see Who you know fuckin with Sheek Luc, Jadakiss, and S.P.
[Chorus: The L.O.X.]
From dope money to rap money, back to dope money (C′mon) From loaded guns to empty ones, over dope money (Let′s go) We got the car house and the smoke, with the dope money (C′mon) All my niggas that died, over dope money (Let′s go) Bust your nine niggas, side by side niggas (C′mon) If we get the RICO law, we go run and hide niggas (Let′s go) Death is the only thing that might divide niggas (C′mon) So don′t fuck around with them Ryde or Die niggas (Let′s go)
[Verse Two] Basically speakin, all I know your face will be leakin I rap full time and still pump bass on the weekend A nigga hoppin all over the map - and what you learned That niggas with long paper take longer to crack That′s why every chance I buy me a gat Why you rather buy you a chain - I aim at your brain Nigga, robbery is all we know, so how we gon go broke when we could always take all y′all dough And then fly out to Cuba and get in the coke fields Die off the buddha, fifty with fifty mill Bring drama cause Gianconna got Kennedy killed If you come through in a jet, then you frontin to us Cause when the coke price was up - it was nuthin to us We got blocks full of heroin - weed and dust Seen bullets pop off - cause of greed and lust And when the big dogs die - who gon feed the pups My niggas is here, so you know the circle is tight I circle the block, and cut off the lights - pray to Christ And when the cops come, we don′t care, we got shotguns And niggas with the most ice, get the hot ones Stay on your job, nigga I′ma stay on mine And if I lose my voice nigga, I′ma flow online And by next year, we should have a thousand guns Nigga Ruff Ryde, Ryde or Die Volume One
[T.I. talking] Ay, ay, ay, what you need shawty Ay shawty man a I got 5 for 45 shawty, 5 for 45 Well shit what you need shawty Ay these these bd′s right here shawty Ay this that this that noyd too shawty You can′t get no better than this right here Ay nigga well get the fuck out my trapp then
[Verse 1] A crack a ki′ a crumb do it fifty mo′ times The quarter go for 5 and the half go for 9 Still in the trapp wit them break down dimes Hit me on the hipper anytime, I don′t mind Why y′all niggas bitching on and whining I′m a grind Shack it in the winter and the summer I′m a shine (getting mine) It′s plenty of money to be made from Candler Road to Bankhead It′s plenty of room to get paid for those that ain′t scared I got the hard for the j′s and dro′ for the dank heads The dope game still strong like pimping ain′t dead Heard what I said I ain′t buying no yell Weighing 36 o′s or more on a triple beam scale Yeah, look like you got that touchy bug shawty Standing round in my trapp I think you fucking up shawty Same nigga who taut a k getting paid in the trapp Made a song for the niggas and the J′s in da trapp For the...
[Hook] Da dope boyz in the trapp nigga The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at nigga I say the, da dope boyz in the trapp nigga The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga
Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga This for da, ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga
[Verse 2] Never everybody in the swats know I got the fiyah fiyah Nigga want that weight got it for the high high You can′t even supply the package I buy I get it and I cook and it′s gone for it dry Get a quarter ki and cut it down to all dimes Buy my own blow so the profits all mine How we gone shine?, the same way we gone grind Niggas ain′t gone be able to see us hey, they gone think they gone blind C got choppers on his vert and I got daden′s on mine Triple gold and vogues, poppin′ moe′ blowin′ pine Honey brown wood grain wheel in the ′lac Oak on the dash and the 12′s in the back Came for years of trappin′, staying down wit the crack Now that I made it rapping I ain′t never going back I′ma let the paper stack till it can′t no more Still got love for my niggas slangin′ blow Getting do′ fo′ sure
[Hook]
[Verse 3] I remember it all started wit a quarter ounce of hard Me and C-Roy crunked the trapp up in Cobb Nann nigga barred we the trillest niggas living If this ain′t yo trapp then what the fuck you doing in it? What the muthafucking business, do you think you puttin down? If so then my corner you need to get the fuck from round Unless you wanna sell some weed my nigga Beed got the pound Anything else I don′t need ya help, I got the hard locked down 37′s ki′s in da grill of the broam Jumped from 33 to my folk in Boyd homes All most gone ain′t got but four mo′ Eternal Simpson Road ain′t no more blow Nothing left for you but to count my do′ Just something else to do while I blow my dro′ 350k what I paid for the shit Made 850 quick when I flipped all these bricks Getting rich in this bitch
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{T.I. shouting out da dope boyz!}
Ay one time for da dope boyz in ATL From the SWATS on Campbelton Road on over to the Westside on Bankhead, ya understand On over to Candler Road Ay I know y′all niggaz out there getting money in Decatur Got damn ay we going on down to Miami shawty Ay we know y′all niggas got them thangs down there for the low I′m coming to get some Ay one time for my niggas up in Tennessee shawty Up in Orange Mound, y′all niggas trapp rolling good
(verse 1) Yea! A-town nigga a nigga dope Boi fresh in dis polo and guess or the guccI and louie shawty aint nuthin less I keep a piece on my side and some beat in my ride the window up when its hot or when its cold outside the AC blow snowballs drive a bitch up the wall with them plush leather guts steady grippin the butt the paint just drip on the street michael jordan on my feet with a big booty freak to make the pimpin complete I go and pick up big floaty he twistin a swisher slowly bend the corner aint no hatin and all the hoes no me these hoes star struck cause we spendin dem big bucks dis chevy got they attention and fuckin dem hoes up cause I′m
(verse 2) BANKHEAD! guess jeans, fresh white tees and a bubble coat ever slang blow all day at da corner sto′ serve til ya bar get low go and get some mo nigga trap til da yay get sold, plain and simple ho give a damn if it snows, nigga I don dime day old now five days old wit a big bank roll hit da club and pull six stank hoes brang it back to da trap and move six mo o′z they say his shirt so wrinkled and his kicks so old wit no haircut so I′m hood rich tho ho ya mighta seen me in a chevy I got six mo of those and a direct connect wit a brick fa da low
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(verse 3) every now and then I ride shotgun I done always been fresh since day one wit da rod livers khakis kangols and polos dese other monkey niggaz tacky like hobos dope Boi fresh or should I say razor sharp catch me in action the definition of pimpin hard lately I been on a roll swooped up them old bo jacksons, sky blue on dem hoes white baseball kangol now I′m spiffy hell I might change clothes to dem smoke grey dickies and dem dope Boi nikes thats how a-town kick it and them ghetto hoes like it, even after the fight and I′m
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(verse 4) I work a crease on dat biiiiitch cuttin hard like a razor sittin rite on dem nikes like a nigga had a tailor always be dead fresh and I just get cause I′m a player catch me in ben hill or cuttin hoes up in decatur always ridin clean keep da chevy sittin rite da 23s be killin hoes and choppin through the nite jumpin out brand new dem tennis shoes white white if I scuff em fuck em chuck em pull a new pair out da biick (back) hit dat walter wit a stiiick (stack) scrape dat new shit off da riike (rack) just gimme dat encye and dat falcons throwbiike (throwback) da number 8 jordan in dat red and bliiick (black) and a size number seven in dem ben hill heights I stay
Look at this little nigga, man Ay T.I. is that really you man? Yeah shawty, what′s happenin′? Ay man can you give me a ride home, man? Man, it′s 2:30 in the muthafuckin′ mornin′, what the fuck you doin′ out here? Out here trappin′ tryna get rid of this bomb and purp, man Man you can come with me on one condition What′s that bruh? Let me convince you to put that bomb down I knew it T.I. What? You wasn′t really on that dope boy shit I tell you what shawty, get in man I′ll show you how to tote that tool Make that double Better be cool, you don′t want no trouble Keep it leanin′ to the left My gat stay cocked I′m always super clean when you see me on the block Keep my money in a knot with a rubberband on it Blow to marijuana, know I got it if you want it See me standin′ on the corner, slangin′ that crack You know how it is to be the man in trap
[Chorus] I′m the dopeman nigga the dopeman nigga the dope the dope dope the dopeman nigga I′m the dopeman nigga the dopeman nigga the dope the dopeman the dopeman nigga I′m the dopeman nigga the dopeman nigga the dope the dope dope the dopeman nigga I′m the dopeman nigga the dopeman nigga (From a ki′ to a G, it′s all about money)
Look, bet all you see is tats, money, grills, and chains But if you scratch the surface you can feel the pain Names change but the situation still the same The bills need payin′ nigga simple and plain Take a young′n who′s aspirin′ to get him some change Won′t nobody hire him so he get in the game Went and bought a 50 slab, divide it up into ten Sold ′em all, double down, did it again By then you got enough to buy a quarter ounce You sellin′ dimes to forty fiends buy it and bounce Throw some money to your momma keep some food in the house Cop the outfit and the Jordans on the day they came out Betta get ya self a pistol know the jackers is out Flip another seven grams, oh you hustlin′ now Time to get yourself a half, make sure it′s some glass A hundred bags sell it fast stack a G now you officially
[Chorus]
(I betcha think you pretty good at it now, huh?)
Now once you flipped a couple o′s know the game get gravy Take twelve fifty go git ya two and a baby Yeah sixty three grams if you whip that right you should get back five or six that night Stack that money and repeat that twice Buy you somethin′ to ride in, ya gotta be tight Next time you buy somethin′ take twenty-five hundred Get four and a half it come back in nine don′t it Now stay low key when the money keep comin′ Keep some niggas on ya team to show these suckas they don′t want it By then your connect will clearly see you on ya grind Shit you come to get a nine and he front you what you buyin′ As long as you bring back your money on time And if you snort blow, do it on your own time At this rate you′ll be at a brick in no time They say the want some weight, tell them niggas stand in line
[Chorus]
(Stay with me now shawty, here comes the fun part)
Now the robbers plottin′ on ya and your name stay buzzin′ You caught a sale case down in Macon with your cousin Your connect ain′t worried, you and him cool He know you′ll never tell what you and him do A mob of a hundred just a few of them true You heard a worker snictchin′ on you and it′s true Everybody know you sell that shit The feds come and get ya, shit we heard you Tote that tool, make that double Better be cool, you don′t want no trouble Keep it leanin′ to the left, my gat stay cocked I′m always super clean when you see me on the block Keep my money in a knot with a rubberband on it Blow that marijuana know I got it if you want it See me standin′ on the corner slangin′ that crack You know how it is to be the man in trap I′ll show you how to be a