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Текст песни:

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

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

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

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

[Chorus (2x)]

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

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

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

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

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

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

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

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

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

[Hook]

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

[Hook]

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

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

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

Repeat Chorus 1 w/ ad libs

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

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


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

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

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

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

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

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

[Hook X2]

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

[Hook X2]

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

[Verse 1]
You looking good in them guess′s shawty showing yo ass
Make a nigga wanna grab a hold of yo ass
Strip you out yo couchie dress and hit the flo′ wit yo ass
When I leave the club I wanna see some more of yo ass
I ain′t tricking shit but I might spend some dough on yo ass
The way you bouncin on my dick and grindin′ slow wit yo ass
Hit the v.i.p. wit me I po′ some moe′ fo yo ass
Just so I can see you out there bouncin yo ass
If I leave the club wit something rather go wit yo ass
Them other broads fine but you a pro wit yo ass
When I see u poppin and droppin I know it′s yo ass
In a crowd full of hoes I would notice yo ass

[Bridge: T.I.]
A now a thug done chose
And I don′t give a damn if the club done closed
Give the DJ a dub tell him spin one mo
So I can finish watching you poppin yo
shakin yo, droppin yo, bouncin yo ass

[Hook: T.I. & Females]
(T) Now all my guls say
(F) Do it baby stick it baby
(T) Yeeeah, bounce ya ass and holla
(F) Do it baby stick it baby
(T) Alright, a in the club say
(F) Do it baby stick it baby
(T) Okay, so if ya wit it holla
(F) Do it baby stick it baby
(repeat)

[Verse 2]
I see ya every Friday night outside the club in da line wit ya partners
Shawty you see all that ass poking out them Dolce Gabbana′s
Hey as soon as she get in I′m a find her ass
The first record the DJ spend I′m behind her ass
I don′t care if I got some henn′ I′m putting down my glass
Just so I can get out there and grind her ass
Wit yo fine ass, must I remind yo ass?
You da baddest thing in here that′s why I′m eyeing yo ass
In ya Iceberg suit, ya face looking cute and I like those boots
Ya nails all pretty and ya hair due too
I′m fucking wit you, shit just choose and we′ll be fucking by two

[Bridge: 1x]

[Hook: 1x]

[Verse 3]
I made this song to let you know shit that I see ya when you workin dat ass
Make a nigga think later on he gone be twerkin′ that ass
And I can tell by the way you throw it back it ain′t no hurting dat ass
And ain′t no room for nothing else in that skirt but that ass
The jiggling shawty, got a nigga shivering shawty
And if you don′t know what to do wit you better give it here shawty
Put a bend in her back, I′m throwing the dick she giving it back
I tell her if you ever give me dat ass I ain′t giving it back
She bouncing her ass, later on I′m a blow a ounce wit her ass
Ride out wit her ass, cut sumethin′ on the couch wit her ass
Then bounce to her pad, coz you know it ain′t no housing her ass
Coz since the first time I seen her, all I been thinking bout is her ass

[Bridge: 1x]

[Hook: 1x]

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

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

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

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

[phone hangs]

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

f/ Attic Crew

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

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

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

(chorus)

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

chorus (3x)

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

chorus (til end)

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Текст песни:

[Verse One]
I been a menace to society
Since when?
Since menace to society
Still refused to become a legitimate citizen quietly
Felt like my label hidin′ me
But here I am anyway
I might be back to slangin′ grams any day
And if this record flop
Well I′ll be--back
Wit′ a bomb of hard
Wit′ C-Rod and the squad
This whole industry′s a façade
Man this ain′t real life
Half these rappers don′t know what sacrifice feel like
Man these niggaz is all hype
Not even rappin′ on real mics
They just get high and say whatever the fuck they feel like
They make me feel like bustin′ these niggaz one at a time
And I′m still outbustin′ these niggaz
Hoe pick a rhyme

[Chorus]
Ay, what these other niggaz talkin′
I don′t believe that shit
I′m the king ′cause I said it
And I mean that shit
Ay, what′s so special ′bout him
Ay, he ain′t all that shit
I set the city in fire
Have you seen that shit?
Ay, what these other niggaz talkin′
I don′t believe that shit
I′m the king ′cause I said it
And I mean that shit
Ay, what′s the big deal about him?
He ain′t even that shit
I set the city on fire
Have you seen that shit?

[Verse Two]
It′s only five rappers outta Atlanta who bustin′
And I′m one of ′em
The other four, you know who you are
But if you gotta think twice
Well shawty you ain′t nice
Regardless of your publishing deal
You can′t write
I′m the best thing left blowin′ breath on the mic
The king of the south
Nothin′ else worth a fight
You wanna bet?
Well put yo′ budget up
Match the price
Me and you like putting matches to ice
You won′t make it
Before I had a deal
I was still butt naked
God signed this, like keeping′ the Lord′s promise
The truth nigga
Like Beenie′s first LP
You can do a song with N′Sync
And couldn′t outsell me
I′m a legend in my own time
A prophet in my own rhymes
A king wit′ a concubine

[Chorus]

Niggaz like you, a dime a dozen
They come and go
So why I′m runnin′ now
And I ain′t never run before
Grab choppers, cock ′em and blow
Stoppin′ the show
Bet or owe ′em, droppin′ the hoes
You just keep watchin′ the door
Pop ′em, watch ′em drop to the floor
Fluff his pockets and go
Put a quarter block on his nose
And a glock in his clothes
He can keep his watches and gold
For his momma to hold
She′ll be there buyin′ the hoes
Before the drama unfolds
They know shawty outta control
Got me hot as a stove
Puttin′ holes in yo′ Girbaud
Wettin′ up yo′ polos
44′s and Callico′s
a black and a chrome
lettin′ loose and splackin′ your dome
hoppin′ back in the Brougham
known for kickin′ in yo′ door
wavin′ gats in yo′ home
clearin′ it out
I′m sorry I ain′t hearin′ you out
You hearin′ about
The squad pumpin′ Fe in your heart
Because you know sacrifice
Was near and dear to your heart

[Chorus]

[talking]
Ay, my niggaz
Y′all already know what it is
T-I-P, Grand Hustle, Pimp Squad
For life nigga
Sanchez on the beat, dig this man
I′ma keep it always pimpin′
I′m stayin′ down
Y′all niggaz gone send yo′ demos in
Get cha little motherfuckin′ deal
Go sell records
Nigga I got houses, I got blow, I got dro
Nigga I got hoes, nigga I got property nigga
What you wanna do nigga?
Fuck y′all niggaz
Come see about me if you don′t like it
King of da God damn south
Rubberband man in this bitch
Uh, oh, oh

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

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

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

[Hook]

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

[Hook]

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

[Hook]

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

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

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

[Swizz Beats]
The kings back

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

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

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

[Chorus 1 + 2]

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

[Chorus 1 + 2]

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

[Chorus 1 + 2]

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

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

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

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

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

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

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

[CHORUS]

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

[CHORUS]

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

[CHORUS]

@ T.I.