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Текст песни:

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


@ T.I.

Текст песни:

(feat. Eightball, MJG, Bun B)

[Intro]
Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [3X]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch
Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [3X]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch
Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [3X]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch

[T.I.]
I came up bumping Eazy-E, Cube, and Dre
(Scarface, OutKast what′s happening niggaz) Eightball MJG UGK
They raised me like santa raised cee
I always made the money, money never made me
Break me what this bitch you crazy
You seen with the freaks don′t think she never paid me
Pimpin get a bitch, break a bitch, hit a bitch, shake a bitch
Spit game till I make this shit turn these tricks and get me rich
Lick his ass suck my dick bring me back my niggaz quick
Who you think you fucking with
I′m serious about this pimpin shit
All the niggaz I kick it with looking for a richer bitch
Get this bitch to take this trick for pounds of weed bricks and shit
Broke bitch you get your shit
Before I get another bitch who could fix your shit
My pimp to strong I ain′t with your shit
You going to make me split your shit
Two things I ain′t seen is this you a fony bitch I can′t get
Eyes on the ride yeah right shut the fuck......

[Chorus ad libs (T.I.)]
Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [3X]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch
Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [3X]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch

[MJG]
Whole mack load it up hard as fine blow it up
M-J-G I know you hoes and been exposed enough
I cross a tree over bag a bitch in a toaster oven
Slam dunk in pimpin and her sister if she close enough

[Eightball]
Look over hear
open up the door and let it cook in hear
Grab the mic a watch these niggaz tuck there tail and look in fear
As I bust around with no shells inside in myself
Lyrics like a conseled weapon sending you bitches straight to hell

[MJG]
Burning up just like in waco texas
Heating up your neckless
Scorching up your afro the devil coming at your
Ass any hard one for niggaz who really want it
M-J- fucking G with pussy and titties on it

[Eightball]
Them bitches love when they see pimping come up in it
24 inches under somethin smoking tinted
Hustle hard for keep it cause I love to spend it
Pimping love is when your style is when you love to hit it

[Chorus ad libs (T.I.)]

[Bun B]
I came a long way from a posta posta
Till I kosta nostra kept the toaster closer
than I′m supposed to well I poast ya procha
Ride like a roller coaster
Pistol whip you hold ya throat then choke you like a croacha croacha rocha
pull out a light and smoke you (damn)
Pull my coat off I blessed man just streesed man
Just still elementary just a glance couldn′t learn it is hurting my chances
Pack pistols just to blast it (blast it)
I put it to second guessers I blast it it just to prove it (prove it)
Mother fuckers get a moving (moving)
I born into hustling I grew up tustlin
Gave my muscle in and got into meeting my frail but hell I put my trust in
My left and right hand grinding threw the night
And I keep my family right and see some paper like a white man
Balling in the ninth (and) we holding in the light (and) sippin on worthless
sprite and you can call it what you like
I call what the fuck I feel play the courts that fucking peel
But we ain′t sleeping till they free and pimping here that′s the fucking drill

[Chorus to fade]

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

f/ Lil′ Kim

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

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

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

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

[Hook - Lil′ Kim, T.I.]

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

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

[ad lib]
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
You think them niggaz is hot
Well shawty look what I got
(nigga look what I got)
You think I′m lying nigga
Look what I got
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Shawty look what I got
Ay, pimpin look what I got
Look what I got
My nigga look what I got

[Verse One]
Big wheels still spin when I stop
Presidential roll, gold rolex watch
With no rocks
I save them for the pinky
Keep you niggaz blinkin′
He ain′t wearin′ platinum, Naw
But I keep you niggaz thinking
Mink seats sure to keep a nigga sinkin′
Swear he ain′t slangin′
But I know that nigga creepin′
Got a condo, in Orlando
For the weekend
Homes be so crunk in the club
We gotta sneak in
No more room in the V.I.P
They payin′ just to peek in
When they leave
They be lookin in a car
They can′t even see in
And that′s just the
Be-gin-ning
In the city that he in
He was rappin′ in the cafeteria
But now that nigga serious
Heard he got a CL, a EXT on Spreewells
Several Chevy′s on 24′s
(Hold up), "how many records he sell?"
Man I don′t know
But he got a label now
Them boys, the PSC (hell)
I heard Atlantic gave ′em a deal for
2 or 3 mill. (ay, shawty)
(for real nigga?)

[chorus]
Look what I got
A old school, a truck and a drop
So next time you think them niggaz is hot
Shawty, look what I got
The respect of the niggaz and G′s
So next time you say them niggaz is G′s
You probably lookin′ at me
A what, we ballin′
Bought the bar for the broads
So next time you think them niggaz is hard
Shawty, look at the squad
I′m buyin′ yachts, have the streets on lock
So next time you think yo′ peeps on top
Pimpin, look what I got

[Verse Two]
I′m well known in the hood
Like the dope man phone number
Roll anything I can throw some 24′s under
Nigga talk bad ′bout the man
But I shole wonder
Why the dope boys fuck with ′em
And the hoes love ′em
Very little promotions on this album
Never heard of ′em
But it′s jammin′ like the fuck
Was jumpin′ out the stores
′cause I was born in the raid
and I′m made in the streets
I done played in the days
In the shade in the streets
I say I rapped in the trap
With the best in the streets
Shot craps in the back
You know the rest, nigga please
You doin′ business with me
You best invest in some skills
I sell slopes of snow
I don′t fuck with little blow nigga
Got 80 k′s, it′s gone take a little more (to what?)
To double up and bring it back
And make a little more (You movin′ slow)
And movin slow, now what you take a nigga for?
I′ma cock hammers and 44′s
And nail yo ass to the floor
And I ain′t braggin′, I′m just letting niggaz know
′cause the media and radio can get a nigga so
Fucked up
Comparin′ me to these niggaz little flow
I do a song
Fuck up they whole little show (so shawty)

[chorus]

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

(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

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

[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

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

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

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

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

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

[Chorus] - repeat

Repeat [Hook]

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

[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]

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

[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

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

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

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

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

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

[Hook]

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

[Hook]

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

[Hook]

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

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

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

[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

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

[Intro]
Ay, where the piano at shawty?
Y′all ain′t neva seen a dope boy play the piano and rap at the same time
have you?
I′ma show you somethin′, dig this..

[Verse 1]
I′m 22 and a vet in the game
Say I′m, supercoo′, still a threat at the same
Time, rhyme bout the times I invested in ′caine
Pleasure and pain in every aspect of the game
I′m the answer to yo prayers if you prayin′ for change
So, I dare you compare us and say we the same
When I′m, climbin′ the ladder, they stuck in the same
Mindframe, they accomplishments are nothin′ to gain
Eventually, see I′m outta yo range
Except this rose gold glow from my wrist and my chain
I entertain young niggaz who slang
Like a picture, no frame, see it′s simple and plain
My shit bang, spit flames, put niggaz to shame
Flow so insane, lyrics sick and derranged
Now you can′t, mention my city unless you mention my name
T-I-P-I-M-P, I′m the man

[Chorus]
Ay be easy - you don′t want no trouble with me
Just be easy - the drama ain′t nothin′ to me
Ay be easy - before you have problems just breathe
Ay be easy - you ain′t worth dyin′, believe me
Just be easy - you don′t want yo mama to grieve
Be easy - well mind yo bizness, don′t bother the G
Be easy - swear you stuntin′ but you frontin′ to me
Be easy - behind the scenes or behind yo ?
Ay, be easy

[Verse 2]
??? kissin′ ass when I came to leave
Set the standard for Atlanta, rearranged the lead
Okay, so what tha fuck is fame to me?
I been plottin′ since kindergarten, you′z a lame to me
I give the niggaz what they came to see
A reflection of one self where they aim to be
As you can see it ain′t no change in me
And you won′t meet another nigga off the chain as me
I′m so fly, no lie, don′t deny it, ya feel it
So inspired by my style, decided to try it yoself
Bet you won′t, meet nobody ranked as high as myself
The checks you waitin′ on, homes, I can sign them myself
Tote gats, dro smoked that, now I′m high
Seats way back in the Maybach I ride
Through the streets of the westside, I slap five
And throw dubs, show love, nigga

Repeat Chorus

[T.I. talking] ("Be easy" in the background)
What it iz pimp? T.I.P., Trap Muzik, understand that?
Grand Hustle pimp! Ay, whus hattnin′ Toomp?
Let′s ride out homie! What it iz mayne?
P$C, Pimp Squad Click, shawty!
Uh, uh... A-Town... stay down..
Keep it pimpin′, pimpin′!

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

[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]

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

(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

@ T.I.