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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.

Текст песни:

[Intro]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 1]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 2]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 3]

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

[Chorus]

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

Ay Ay Ay Ay

Down Down Down [fades until song ends]

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

[T.I. Talking]
I got a question fo you hatin ass niggaz out there,Ay
Why you mad at me,Ay
Oh lame ass nigga why you mad at me
Sucka ass nigga why you mad at me

[Verse 1]
Remember late nights earn stripes servin straight white
Talk shit slap box clear into the day light
Might fuss may fight but stay tight
Keep what the "J" need for the lighter hit the base pipe
If the trap was the ocean or the sea
You could consider me and them the killa whales and great whites
Befo a nigga tried to click it make them think twice
Cause they knew Cap would kill a nigga fo blink twice
Day right I′m recitein my life
Nigga I was there no matter what through sirens on a silent night
Cold sundays slow mondays hot friday nights
Tuesday thursdays servin whether or not they ride tonight
On peaceful days hostful evenings even violent nights
Chip on my sholder hold a grudge cause you can die tonight
I swear you niggaz had no idea what my life was like
Befo the bright lights and a half a mil just to grab the mic

[Chorus]
Is it cause I came from the bottom to the top
Why you mad at me
Maybe cause I Spent a hundred on a drop
Why you mad at me
Is it cause I kept it pimpin and stayed down
Why you mad at me
Or is it cause I am the a town
Why you mad at me
Is cause you a lame and I′m a "G"
Why you mad at me
Is it cause I got love in the streets
Why you mad at me
Is cause you know yo time runnin out
Why you mad at me
Is it cause you know I′m king of the south

[Verse 2]
Niggaz mad cause I got it like this
Gold on my wrist hoes on my dick, my dick
But I could give a fuck about this industry
I′m a be the same tip til the end of me
Thats something you know automatically if you a friend of me
Question that will think other wise now you offend me
I came in this game not looking for a friend or enemy
Found them both now that niggaz in to me
Got little rap niggaz liking into me
Major lables and police want to censor me
Feds on my ass cause I′m in the streets
Think I still slang listen to lame niggaz who lie to snitch on me
It ain′t my fault that you can′t piture me
Ridein in a phatom and I swear I never favthom
All the fame that a nigga can gain from atlanta
Now I′m just tryin to maintain for atlanta
Befo niggaz would say in atlanta
I was rhode park doug high stayed in atlanta
Now true enough I sold yay in atlanta
But is that compared to contributions I made to atlanta

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
A pick a reason any reason all excuses would do
But man you lucky I ain′t buckin like I used to do fool
While you was throwin one′s and two′s
I was liftin up tools and then
Shoot at his shoes just to see if he move
Or either bust at his head to check if he dead man
Don′t talk around cause I heard he the fed′s man
They offer him time and they knowin he scared and tell him
Give me they names or you doin the stretch man
Or wear a wire go record what he said
And then you can tell his lawyer that his clients a dead man
A rat I′m smellin blow I ain′t sellin
Where you got that impressin ain′t no tellin
Yes I′m a felon why was that in question
What about all these records I′m sellin
I′m bankhead born and bankhead bread
And when a nigga die I′m gone be bankhead dead

[Chorus]

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

(feat. Mannie Fresh)

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

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

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

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

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

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

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

f/ Jazze Pha

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

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

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

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

[Chorus] - repeat

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

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

[Chorus] - repeat

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

(feat. Ludacris, B.o.B)

[Intro: Ludacris (T.I.)]
Rich by popular demand (The wait is over homie)
Yes it is, A-Town connection! (Know the city gon′ feel this)
Damn right (Say Toot, I know you see me, ′Cris!)
Whattup boy? (I know both our pops lookin at us!)
Wayne Bridges, whattup? Let′s go!
(Big Phil, we made this shit happen homie)
History in the makin (Hey!) Hey!
(Momma I did it!)

[Chorus: B.o.B.]
I used to dream (I used to dream) ohh-whoa (ohh!)
About the money and the cars and girls (and the girls)
But now I see (now I see) ohh-whoa! (ohh!)
Because I′m sittin on top of the world! (the whole world)
And now I see (ay) see (ay) see (ay) see (ay)
Cause I′m sittin on top of the world! (ay, ay, ay, ay)
And now I see (ay) see (ay) see (ay) see (ay)
Cause I′m sittin on top of the world! (ay, ay, yeah, yeah)

[T.I.]
Ay, man I remember ′fore I stay that way, let me issue this statement
No way should reflection be mistaken for glorification
Now I remember so vivid, me and my niggaz was livin (how?)
Sub-standard condition, still handlin business (that right)
Still laughin and trippin, still happen to bitches (okay)
I′m rappin not reminiscin, and goddamn it we did it
From trappin, standin and pitchin with riches stand in the kitchen
Splittin it eight ways, flip it in eight days
Thought to wild and unruly but just the way to behave
Kept the weigh and the yay′ for most the paper we made
And all dimes, I ain′t lyin, the pleasure was all mine
Had big work to move but we served the small time
Always outshine the niggaz with small minds
Who would thought we′d be arguably the greatest of all time
′Round here, we develop such a sound down here
Been duplicated often still can only be found here (BANKHEAD!)
Only listen to G′s, that other shit I don′t hear
Shit, they so far in the rear, why would I even care?
I′m too fit to bein a player, stare at niggaz careers
Been talkin ′bout it for years and now we finally here

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Luda, Luda! Hear my heart on this one
True story! Rest in peace Wayne Bridges

They say what goes up must come down but I ain′t reach my cruisin altitude
Take a look at what I did, but can you imagine what I′m about to do?
The places I′m ′bout to go and the money I′m ′bout to see
Gave Bill Gates some binoculars and said, "Look out for ME!"
Exceeded expectations, even at Def Jam
Cause I married the streets and Atlanta has been my best man
My momma quit her job and now she works with six figures
Cause I′m a self-made nappy headed RICH NIGGA! (OHH!)
Private planes help me travel in peace
To fo′ cities in one day and fo′ countries in one WEEK
Cause I, work for myself and no one else cause I′m too smart to
Put one of my partners right through culinary art school (WOO!)
Now he my personal chef so that bread he get it
Put ′em all in houses, cleaned up all of my friends′ credit (true!)
And now they witnessed all the glitz and the glamour
Catch us eatin at Straits Atlanta with women with table manners
Orderin Singaporean lobster
Celebratin comin from nothin to winnin Grammy′s and rappers winnin Oscars
Yeah, and they say rappers shouldn′t act, nah suckers
We see Samuel Jackson like, "WHASSUP MOTHERFUCKER!"

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
Hey, hey, hey, hey
I made it momma!

Hey, hey
I know them haters don′t stop plottin and wishin we fall
Cause I′m standin on top lookin down at it all (I see you)
{?} down all to y′all, it seems like I got it all
Homie I ain′t get enough, we still tryin to triple up
That′s why we got StreetCred and Akoo buildin up
Say I′m doin too much, shit, I say I ain′t did enough
Remember sayin, "Damn, if I could just get to a million plus"
And now I′m like, "Shit, what the fuck is a million bucks?"
Triple that on my bond, thanks to Bigs and Run (appreciate it nigga)
But never mind what I been through, just look at what I become
All this shit I′ve avoided, what it done for my sons
and daughters and momma; just call her
I sold dope and dropped out of school, seems it′s all they can see
They don′t notice none of my family did that since me (nah)
I broke that cycle, now my family live a live for
Mandatory minimals, but not when the judge sentence us
Cousins in college, where you think they get tuition from?
(Answer that) Just for standin ′round wishin, huh?
Hey while you stand around lookin dumb, I make it happen
Takin action over time, got damn good at it

[Chorus]

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

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

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

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

[Intro]
Hey T.I.P pimpin
Hey shorty why you gotta act like that, I′m sayin
I′m just tryin to be nice to you

[Chorus]
Go and tell a nigga no, wit a ass so fat
Hey why you wanna go and do that lil momma
Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that, do that
Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that-that-that
In a relationship been faithful to a nigga so whack
Hey why you wanna go and do that lil momma
Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that, do that
Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that-that-that..aye-aye

[T.I.]
Can′t help but notice how you glowing, I can see in yo face
Now I just wonder if he know he close to being replaced
Swear I treat you like a queen you put me in his place
So you can give back his ring and the key to his place
Tell the nigga one thing that you need yo space
Selling niggaz is one thing you don′t need to chase
I wanna kiss you everywhere between yo knees and waist
Hear the sounds that you makin, get yo knees to shake
Holla at me in the A, you feel you need to escape
I gotta mansion and a gate, you wit me you safe
A Benz, a Phantom and a truck wit 23′s the case
600 Gz in the safe, how much cheese it take?
This a chance you need to take, ain′t no need to wait
Say the word we can leave today, this song′s special
And it feel like faith, make a mistake
How the same thing making you say I′m making you stay

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
I can′t touch you like that, and make you make you feel like this
Holla if you came back and it′s still like this
Do he hit it from the back and make you feel it yo chest
Take advantage of what your concealing in yo dress
What, he think he too fresh to show that you the best
Compliment you on your hair and legs and treat you wit respect
Give you sex till you sweat, tongue kissing on yo neck
It′s been awhile since she got it like this I bet
I can tell you ain′t just another bitch I met
Ain′t nobody got me open like this, not yet
You confused ain′t decided which way you should go yet
So how you keep sayin no with yo panties so wet

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
This nigga playing mind games man
I think the time came, that you mind changed you understand
Life is like a chess move, you need to make yo next move
Yo best move, keep it pimpin′ you understand...hey
I mean you know what I′m sayin I don showed you how I feel
You know what I′m sayin, I put myself all the way out there you know
The ball in yo court man, but I just got a question for you...
Is you happy??

[Chorus]

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

Look at this little nigga, man
Ay T.I. is that really you man?
Yeah shawty, what′s happenin′?
Ay man can you give me a ride home, man?
Man, it′s 2:30 in the muthafuckin′ mornin′, what the fuck you doin′ out here?
Out here trappin′ tryna get rid of this bomb and purp, man
Man you can come with me on one condition
What′s that bruh?
Let me convince you to put that bomb down
I knew it T.I.
What?
You wasn′t really on that dope boy shit
I tell you what shawty, get in man
I′ll show you how to tote that tool
Make that double
Better be cool, you don′t want no trouble
Keep it leanin′ to the left
My gat stay cocked
I′m always super clean when you see me on the block
Keep my money in a knot with a rubberband on it
Blow to marijuana, know I got it if you want it
See me standin′ on the corner, slangin′ that crack
You know how it is to be the man in trap

[Chorus]
I′m the dopeman nigga the dopeman nigga the dope the dope dope the dopeman nigga
I′m the dopeman nigga the dopeman nigga the dope the dopeman the dopeman nigga
I′m the dopeman nigga the dopeman nigga the dope the dope dope the dopeman nigga
I′m the dopeman nigga the dopeman nigga (From a ki′ to a G, it′s all about money)

Look, bet all you see is tats, money, grills, and chains
But if you scratch the surface you can feel the pain
Names change but the situation still the same
The bills need payin′ nigga simple and plain
Take a young′n who′s aspirin′ to get him some change
Won′t nobody hire him so he get in the game
Went and bought a 50 slab, divide it up into ten
Sold ′em all, double down, did it again
By then you got enough to buy a quarter ounce
You sellin′ dimes to forty fiends buy it and bounce
Throw some money to your momma keep some food in the house
Cop the outfit and the Jordans on the day they came out
Betta get ya self a pistol know the jackers is out
Flip another seven grams, oh you hustlin′ now
Time to get yourself a half, make sure it′s some glass
A hundred bags sell it fast stack a G now you officially

[Chorus]

(I betcha think you pretty good at it now, huh?)

Now once you flipped a couple o′s know the game get gravy
Take twelve fifty go git ya two and a baby
Yeah sixty three grams if you whip that right
you should get back five or six that night Stack that money and repeat that twice
Buy you somethin′ to ride in, ya gotta be tight
Next time you buy somethin′ take twenty-five hundred
Get four and a half it come back in nine don′t it
Now stay low key when the money keep comin′
Keep some niggas on ya team to show these suckas they don′t want it
By then your connect will clearly see you on ya grind
Shit you come to get a nine and he front you what you buyin′
As long as you bring back your money on time
And if you snort blow, do it on your own time
At this rate you′ll be at a brick in no time
They say the want some weight, tell them niggas stand in line

[Chorus]

(Stay with me now shawty, here comes the fun part)

Now the robbers plottin′ on ya and your name stay buzzin′
You caught a sale case down in Macon with your cousin
Your connect ain′t worried, you and him cool
He know you′ll never tell what you and him do
A mob of a hundred just a few of them true
You heard a worker snictchin′ on you and it′s true
Everybody know you sell that shit
The feds come and get ya, shit we heard you
Tote that tool, make that double
Better be cool, you don′t want no trouble
Keep it leanin′ to the left, my gat stay cocked
I′m always super clean when you see me on the block
Keep my money in a knot with a rubberband on it
Blow that marijuana know I got it if you want it
See me standin′ on the corner slangin′ that crack
You know how it is to be the man in trap
I′ll show you how to be a

[Chorus]

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

f/ Youngbloodz, Pastor Troy

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

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

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

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

[Hook] - 2X

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

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

[Hook] - 2X

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

[Hook] - 4X

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

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

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

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

[Hook]

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

[Hook]

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

[Hook]

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

[Hook]

@ T.I.