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Текст песни:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

[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!

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

[T.I. and Big Kuntry: Talking]
Yeah
Yeah
Come on (Hey)
PSC, Uh
(Yall niggas) What (Yall niggas)
What Pimp Squad shortay
What you know about them
What they know?
You don′t know about them
(They don′t know, they don′t know)
Now what you really know about them?
(What it is) Yeen know about them
(Them heavy chevys shortay)
Yeen know about them (heavy chevy shortay)

[Big Kuntry:]
Now how you tame a young baller
That rides Surburbans, Caprises
Candy Impalas, Rasberry Monte Carlos
That barks like a rottweiler
Off the collar
Addicted to hustlin
And stackin mighty dollars
O holla
When you hear the Chevy beatin down the street
Beatin so hard
The chris is wastin on my mink seats
To get a rim posted corner
Call me 10 G′s
The same as the Chevy platinum emblem on my keys
Wit the diamond against the trim
A young ass nigga wit a Louis V rim
A sporty young shorty wit the Gucci shades dim
These hoes mistaken me for being they pimp
They said baby couldn′t see you pass them shiny rims
I′ma cool little daddy
Bitch i never been a simp
And if you choose a hoe you need to hop on in
And if you aint bitch you need to ride wit him
Cuz i′m pimpin

[Chorus: x2]
Yeah, we ridin in them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys
On them D′s and them Vogues
When we shinin on them hoes
Yeah, we ridin in them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys
Beatin hard in the park when we rollin wit the squad

[AK:]
Now if you heard from me
You gon feel something hot to the third degree
Coming down yo street in a black capris
Wit a fine ass freak in the passengers seat
Yall fake niggas don′t know the half of me
I spit pimp game automatically
Don′t be mad at me
Cuz i′m finally coming up in the industry
And the 44 singing on the triple D′s
Plug not the underground celebrities
Mac Bone my partna keepin the beat
Heat it up like a cook out
When the sun falls
Yall niggas better look out
Your rap careers over
I put a hook down
Like you better pallow
Ride and swerve while my niggas follow
Hoes wobblin and start slobbin
Bobbin on the dick until they swallow

[Mac Boney:]
Speedometer, broken doors
Smokin body, dented windows
Tinted bended round the corner leanin
In the steamin screamin demons
Spillin liquor, yeah nigga
Blowin tall off the wall
Burning rubber leavin foul
Muthafucka how you ride
Choppin blades wit triple golds
Stay away from camilton rolls
Playa cause I′m riding old
It aint no thang to take them vogues
Jack it up, strip it down
Had the freshest car in town
Pimpin cuz I′m bout my crown

[T.I.:]
Hey shortay whats that knockin sound

[Chorus: x2]
Yeah, we ridin in them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys
On them D′s and them Vogues
When we shinin on them hoes
Yeah, we ridin in them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys
Beatin hard in the park when we rollin wit the squad

[T.I.:]
T.I.P and P.S is fresher than new S-S′s
Triple doors and vogues shinin like some treasure chests
I got a fetish
I aint gettin in it boy unless it′s
Got them little blue boxes off in the head restes

[Big Kuntry:]
I bet it′s wood in the dash
Duel in the ass
Get an Impala
Holla watch me (skirrrt)
When I pass
I′m buring rubber in your yard
Diggin up ya grass
Drag racin four fifty four
Thats what make it fast

[T.I.:]
I hit the gas
And I mash on it in a flash
Throw it in the gutter
Buy another if it crash
That′s petty cash

[Big Kuntry:]
I parlay all day in a Cheverlay
Pearsjay wit a face bright as heavens day
I′m beatin fo′ tens in the flo then
Hit the store then for some more Hen (Hey Dub)
Pull a hoe and four friends

[T.I.:]
Dubs still spinnin wit a gold grill in it
White leather guts
Wipe up wit ya spill in it
Still trillin out here

[Chorus: x2]
Yeah, we ridin in them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys
On them D′s and them Vogues
When we shinin on them hoes
Yeah, we ridin in them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys
Beatin hard in the park when we rollin wit the squad

[T.I.: Talking]
Yeah
T.I.P. shortay
PSC shortay
Pimp Squad
DP
Mac Boney, A-K
Big Kuntry shortay
Ya′ll aint ready
We ridin in them Chevys
T.V′s and DVD′s in them Chevys
Come on and let the dish ride

[Music fades]

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

[Verse 1]
I′m either running for my life or I′m just waiting to die
I′m the supplier of the fire if you′re chasing a high
It′s never, when or why, it′s the way that he die
Did he stand like a man till the day that he die
Or was he reaching for guns or trying to run
Or was he outside on the lawn in front of his son
And if ya, running your mouth you can die in the slum
Cuz in the, south where I′m from they dying for crumbs
You can die for your Patna′s or die for ya moms
Or you could die cuz your nigga just heard the alarm, just stealing
Or die in a plane they say it′s a bomb
When they run it into a tower, they just say it′s Saddam
Screaming Allah the moment that it′s hitting the building
With total disregard for all men women and children
See niggaz get killed when, people mix they money with feelings
I′m filling my money up in the wall some in the ceiling
I′m just one of the millions of niggaz who ?
It′s a war going on and they killing for nothing
We were in denial all awhile they where flicking the buttons
I′d rather be dying for something instead of living for nothing
End of discussion

[Chorus]
Hey, ain′t no more talk
Just start killing niggaz off till ain′t no more chalk
Or no mo′ tape, to outline no mo′ scenes
Or no mo′ crimes, no mo′ dying for no mo′ phenes
Or no mo′ rims and thing′s and no mo′ green
And no mo′ chains and ring′s that go bling bling
And no mo′ passionate rapping and so it seems
It′s just these talent less rappers they all acting
And I know, so ain′t no mo′ talk
Just start killing niggaz off till ain′t no mo′ chalk
Or no mo′ tape, to outline no mo′ scenes
Or no mo′ crimes, no mo′ dying for no mo′ phenes
Or no mo′ rims and thing′s and no mo′ green
And no mo′ chains and ring′s that go bling bling
And no mo′ passionate rapping and so it seems
It′s just these talent less rappers they all acting
And I know

[Verse 2]
Yeah they said it wasn′t no mo′ green for no mo′ grind
No mo′ room for no mo′ kings and no more crown to be given but by no means
Am I any more conceited than this game needed
And if I say it believe it, I′m running the region, you see it
Popping and blowing, I′m stopping I′m going
I′m just, telling, you knowing, you sleeping, or hating
And I don′t care what you niggaz is thinking or saying
About, you know who, the one who say you know what, do you know where
But you the best cuz you goin′ care
Now I ain′t think so either, but we know greed′ll make ya
Do strange thang′s if we ain′t people
And if ya, busting bout nothing, than we ain′t equal
You just cussing for nothing and poisoning people
And it′s embarrassing laughing at all of your songs
And you can hate me right now but you′ll miss me ′fore long, when I′m gone

[Chorus]

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

(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

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

[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]

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

[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]

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

[Verse 1]
Chinchilla to the floor, Cigarillo full of dro
White Benz double doors, I could change colors though
Blue Ferrari, red Bent, black truck on 24′s
Several Cheverolet′s on 20 inches maybe more
Used to wish for better days, now I′m wishin′ never more
I could go buy anything, stick my dick in every hoe
Grand Hustle on everything, P$C in every store
Sellin everything from rubberbands to leather coats
Swear to God I never change, jealous niggaz never know
T.I.P. ain′t never been a lame, jigalow since ′84
Blessed with astonishing ability to pull a hoe
Fuck her so, good make her think this dick was full of Moe
Pussy so, good but I love it when she suck it slow (OH)
Her motto you don′t swallow what you suckin′ for (OH)
My motto you ain′t ballin′ what you hustle for
The VVS′s let off such a glow to let these bustas know

[Chorus]
Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce let me see you bounce like
this
Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce tell that bitch to bounce like
this
Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce all my nigga bounce like this
Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just, bend it over and make it bounce like
this

[Verse 2]
I give you 30 seconds show me what you got could you
Bend it over for me drop it like its hot could you
Wiggle your titties a little lift your top get you to
Bust it open show your panties and your ass for me
Actually I was thinking you, Kim, and Daphine
In the back with me, lickin′ on the bottom half of me
Answer me first know that sayin no is blaspheme
Me I′m pussy pumper number one you can ask for me
I knew how you danced for me that you had plans for me
Save the conversation get your partner out them pants for me
Damn honey, you′d be a fool if you ran from me
You ain′t fuckin wit another dummy I′m the man honey
Im tryin′ to give it to you ′till it make you stand funny (OH)
Throw that pussy right and maybe you can get a grand from me (OH) (HA!!)
Picture pimpin givin′ you some damn money
Not a one thin dime but your ass is fine

[Chorus]
Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce let me see you bounce like
this
Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce tell that bitch to bounce like
this
Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce all my nigga bounce like this
Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just, bend it over and make it bounce like
this

[hook]
Now shawty bounce with me bounce with me, let me see you see you bounce with me
bounce with me
Now shawty bounce with me bounce with me, let me see you let me bounce with me
bounce with me

[Verse 3]
Hey shawty stall if you want to I ball when I want to
Could fall through and shut down the mall if I want to
I could make your girlfriend choose but I want you
Why you bother me with what you will and you won′t do
Listen shawty I′m a grown man and you grown too
You can leave with me I ain′t gotta telephone you
All I′m thinking ′bout is me layin on you
Or vice versa with a lot of ass to hold on to
I got somethin′ for that ass to bounce onto
You missin the chance of a lifetime why don′t you
Hop off in the droptop, ride through the city lights
Take you where I kick it let you see what pimpin living like
Pop one of these then we′ll see what you feeling like
Takin off your clothes wanna know what its drilling like
Presidential suite at the very end of the night
Treat you like a freak and give you what was missing in your life

[Chorus]
Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce let me see you bounce like
this
Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce tell that bitch to bounce like
this
Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce all my nigga bounce like this
Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just, bend it over and make it bounce like
this

[hook]
Now shawty bounce with me bounce with me, let me see you see you bounce with me
bounce with me
Now shawty bounce with me bounce with me, let me see you let me bounce with me
bounce with me

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

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

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

(feat. Swizz Beatz)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

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

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

f/ Lil Jon, Lil′ Wayne, Trick Daddy

[Chorus]
Stand up
If you don′t like what I′m saying then buck
Swing when you see me we can throw them hands sucker
Stand up
If you didn′t notice nigga, I don′t give a fuck
If I said it then I meant it and what fuck nigga
Stand up
You don′t want to see the triggerman bust
Hit you and your mans up, make it hard for niggaz to
Stand up
Tell your crew they don′t want it with us dude
And if them motherfuckers do, bust a motherfucking move
Stand up

[Verse 1: T.I.]
You got a gator mouth and a hummingbird ass
Your mouth writing checks that your ass can′t cash
145 and I′m out of your weight class
Want to survive, you better scramble like eggs and break fast
Cause I know how to handle your fake ass
I′m a ride on you and hide you in yesterday′s trash
Pull up in the Chevy′s spraying rounds through the glass
See you laying face down in the grass and I′ll laugh
Ha, cause that′s the end of the saga
The end of my problems, nigga mash the Impala
Go lay up with a model and watch the news tomorrow
And that′s the end checkmate, game over, I′ll holler
Pimp, telling you partner, you don′t know what you′re doing
Or recognize the trouble you getting in to and you′re ruin
And dig this man
I spent my childhood in a wild hood
And all that gangster shit you talking, yeah, it sound good
But make it understood
You gone have to show me, I′m a O.G.
You want to overthrow me

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Trick Daddy]
Dearly beloved, we′re gathered here today
To marry this young nigga in his own special thug way
Do you promise to love and respect all of the real niggaz
And when a problem come, learn to deal with ′em
Do you swear to turn this chopper
On any motherfucker in your path, or the bitch that′s trying to stop ya
Or do you promise to keep him handy
And don′t hand him to nobody, nobody except family
And keep him cocked and loaded and don′t expose him to no body
Unless somebody, who want him in his body
To love and cherish and from this trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
′til death do you fuckin′ part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid
Shit, all them motherfuckers dead
And did you know that every other bitch from the Wild, Wild West
End up dying from hollow points to they fuckin′ chest
Cause I ain′t never seen a cock beamer meant for a team of tummy guns
With a hundred round fuckin′ drum

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lil′ Wayne]
Shit, I′m talking about riding out tonight
Only way I die first, got to kill me in this verse
Weezy F middle finger to life
So nothing seem critical in the hood I′m typical
Yet I′m feeling good and spiritual
Healing hoods with this shit up out my kitchen
I′m pitching that it′s really good
Smoking, drinking, I′m like a fish
And I′ll probably shit on ya bitch
Probably piss on her lips and she probably give you a kiss
Nasty, Holly Grove classic
Polly wood a nigga probably robbed the same bastard
Ask him
We don′t give a fuck about a casket
Nigga this the murder campy
Niggaz is murder happy
12 years old, I jumped off the pot
I started selling rock right after I got shot
I had to hold my weight down
Pussy nigga stand up or lay down

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

[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!

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

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

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

[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]

@ T.I.