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Текст песни:

[Daz]
I know it′s your life nigga..you do as you please (That′s right)
But you know we be fucking up
Huh, Huh....Yeah Aye,Aye,Aye..Yea, Yea, Yeah (What)
Aye,Aye,Aye......Yea, Yea, Yeah
That nigga Daz and T.I is in the motherfuckin house..You know what I mean
It′s your life nigga....live or die.......Wooooh!!

(chorus)
Can′t ya see I′m on fire, so quit hating on me pimpin, I′m just living my life
Think I ain′t gone ride, on all you pussy niggas tryin to put an end to my life
You can′t do it, don′t try...I know you sucker niggas wish that you was living my life
In white linen, I′m fly..top down in the spiderville, riding for the rest of my life

[T.I]
A-town veteran, started at eleven
When and bought an eight-ball, I was staying down every since
That′s why its hard to find a young rapper nigga better than
Bankhead resident, Westside represent, Pimp Squad mobster
Grand Hustle president, hard on the lining than the nuts of an elephant
Trap musik heaven sent, you hating and it′s evident
You trying to stack presidents, I′m tryin to set precedents
The comparison is insulting my intelligene
Cause real recognize real, and real you ain′t never been
You never will, I catch ya where you chill, holla at ya
where you live nigga, fuck a record deal (what′s happenin)
I graduated out the yay, to stack a couple mill
Who would figure it would be a rap nigga I have to kill
My potnaz telling me shawty you have to chill (fuck that shit) but Ima end
Up hating with steel, what is is, still dope boy trap niggas
Worldwide lovin it, haters see the spider and they wanna put a slug in it
Fuck it, I′m a G, I been a rider, I ain′t studding it
Better get ya mind of mind, and start hustling

(chorus:with ad libs)

[Daz]
I should BG banging the stripes, ideas when I strike
Breaking my victims, lining them niggas all with the light
Get it right, hold it tight, blast with all your might
See we hustle for them grands til the early light
Follw my plan on command, leave′em dead where they stand
Ain′t no stopping the man nigga with grands in my hands
Living the fast lane, grand hustle the gram when the cash came
(Grand hustle nigga)
The police book me, take my fingerprint and last name
If I′m stuck in a cell, how would I maintain
Lock up all these niggas, the penitentiary mind frame
I strive for perfection, my method is quite collective
Check out the fuckin way I just rep it
This dog pound gangsta in the back take a licking
Rims shining, fresh paint, T.I. counting paper
Big moves stay on deck with the tools
All ya′ll niggas and bitches and niggas get sprayed with the tools..Blahhh

(chorus: with ad libs)

[Daz]
This how we hustle for the paper, cause the hustle get harder
I′m dog pounded out, an Atlanta Brave starter
Money, weed, and bitches, 24 inches conversating
T.I. plotted on getting these niggas, now for my niggas
Murdering, killing, wheeling the spider, on a mission
All my niggas ya′ll know how the fuck we kick it
I′ma keep my eye on a meal ticket, hustle it up motherfucker better kick it

[T.I]
All eyes on me, with my westside homie
In a drop 65, on D′s, wanna ride on me
I got a forty-five, on me
In a hurry to die homie, get live on me
You charged with tryin to OG
And I′m creepin through the crowd, low key, nigga
You don′t know me
I learned from niggas before me
I got insomnia shawty, I don′t sleep, I bomb, I don′t creep

(chorus: with ad libs)

[Talking: T.I & Daz]
Ya′ll niggas know how we do this shit
T.I, that nigga Daz....youknowhatimean
This my life, your life, our life, his life.live it to the fullest
One time for Pac, we miss you nigga...Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
One time for Shorty B, keepin it pimpin′(Aye)
PSC, Grand Hustle, pimp (yeah)
Fuck nigga, let this be a lesson to ya...Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Ya′ll niggas better start training man
You better be a damn good ducker nigga,
When I goddamn let loose with this chopper, you understand that
I ain′t playin with ya′ll niggas, Once the motherfuckin judge
Slam that goddamn gaffel nigga and let a motherfuckin case beat nigga
I′m at ya′ll ass nigga..Mark my motherfuckin words, Fuck boys

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

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

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

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

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

Repeat Chorus

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

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

[Verse 1 - T.I.:]
I′m a rich nigga like I don′t know
I can change if I wanna, but I won′t though
Steer right even when I′m on the wrong road
Real talk from the heart what I′m known for
Skinny jeans, I don′t do those
I′m the starter sub-par oughta shoot for
Fully automatic chopper, you could shoot though
Now I′m movin′ five mil′ when I shoot dough
Audemar, Hublot
One point five on the two-do′
Old hustle, new flow
Old money, new ho
Suckers prayin′ I′m a chill, but I′m too cold
Long as I′m around, fuck they need you for?
Ridin′ in the Chevy totin′ three bricks
Since nobody wanna make G shit

[Hook - Watch The Duck:]
This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes
This is for the dopeboy trappers sellin′ halves and hoes
(Since nobody wanna make G shit)
They want G shit, give it to ′em
They want G shit, give it to ′em
I′m the one to give it to ′em

[Verse 2 - T.I.:]
If you don′t know me let me tell you somethin′, shawty
Still got them choppers, make you run from it
Camouflage, dog tag
Got ′em followin′, when you see me better haul ass
Keep it G at all costs, what you call that?
Crack rock, hip hop, I done all that
Certified trap nigga, sucker, fall back
A broke nigga he may entertain all that
All left field, keep it true, nigga
Save the flash in the dance for a new nigga
Keep speakin′ for the ones who ain′t got a voice
Kill ′em dead only when they leave no other choice
How I see it, if you ain′t down to die ′bout it
Don′t write my time, slime, why the fuck we talking about it?
Still ridin′ in the Chevy totin′ three bricks
Since nobody wanna make G shit

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Jeezy:]
Now what the fuck is an ounce? We smokin′ bout an LB
We don′t even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki
And I′m a take this shit to trial, they got nothin′ on me
They be on the Champagne, bitch, I′m ′bout to OD
Got a bag full of birds and motherfuckers gettin′ robbed
Bars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault
Used to hit the highway over twenty of them things
Young nigga hit the club with the twenty unchanged
When Jay was beefin′ with Nas I was sellin′ cocaine
When Game was beefin′ with 50 I was doin′ the same thing
I was at the hospital, nigga, Meechy got shot
Fuck you niggas talking ′bout? I love that nigga like Pac

[Hook]

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

(feat. Usher)

[T.I. Talking]
Hey, hey
Hey what′s happenin′ e′erybody
I hope they get my good side
You know I gotta look good when I walk out the house
You know I know the camera′s following
I know they taking pictures, right Drama
Ay man, you watch it I live it, you dig that
Y′all sit back relax get some popcorn man
I′m gonna make it a good show, you dig that
This goin′ make a hell of a movie huh!

[Usher]
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
I walk they follow (ay)
I talk they holla (ay)
Just here for your amusement
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
You waitin′ for me to lose it
I guess I′m just here for your amusement

[T.I.]
The price of fame I think I paid, want my change I done gave
E′erything in my possession for my seconds on the stage
For my name up in lights and multi-million record sales
I done gave up my life, can′t get a moment to myself
When alone I ask myself, is it worth it? I ain′t perfect
Neither is anybody else, but I think my kids deserve
To be with Daddy out in public without all the interruptions
When the lies and gossip′s published I′m the topic of discussion
And I stay in trouble just to show these suckers I ain′t lost it
And I′d do it all again that′s the funny thing about it
I ain′t playing, boy I′m ′bout it
Will I change, boy I doubt it
I done been a lot of things, I ain′t never been a coward
See the paparazzi crowded all around me now
Same niggas who was dissin′ want a pound like I′m C now
Showered with support from my adoring fans
They hear T.I.′s arrested they′re like here we go again

[Usher]
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
I walk they follow (ay)
I talk they holla (ay)
Just here for your amusement
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
You waitin′ for me to lose it
I guess I′m just here for your amusement

[T.I.]
You′ve seen it all before, guys know how the story goes
It′s like 2Pac never died, sit back, enjoy the show
You see the shit that scares you senseless, I done lived through it
Knew the risks and the consequences and I still do it
And then I′m so fresh, them niggas mildew it
Not just a actor by profession, pimp, I live movies
That′s why they whisper when they see me, point and stare at me
′Cause they just wanna live through me vicariously
Fashion weekend, Paris week, party like a rockstar
Get blown by a top model ′til she catch lockjaw
Got the dough you get a year, stashed in my sock drawer
Showed you the troubles and the struggles of an outlaw
Top dog would not fall, I am not y′all
Couple pages out the calendar and I′m out y′all
Kid listen, pay attention, you don′t wanna be me
It′s safer to watch it on T.V.

[Usher]
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
I walk they follow (ay)
I talk they holla (ay)
Just here for your amusement
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
You waitin′ for me to lose it
I guess I′m just here for your amusement

[Usher]
See I don′t think it would even matter (to me)
Woking a nine to (five) would it be better
I mean be honest, would you care to gossip about me
Not likely
I guess that′s just the way that it goes (the way that it goes)
(′Cause I know) See I can be somewhere out keeping it cool
(And get told) Almost anything instead of the truth
Y′all know more than I do, it′s breaking news to me too
Easy killer y′all know that ain′t how I move (ooh)
He said and she said (what) I did what, with they (who)
No not me I said (not me) she gave me no head (ooh)
Won′t get me again (hey) I pleaded the fifth (hey)
I know better than to ever talk during the film...
in′ and flashing lights can blind your eyesight
To when you cant see what′s wrong from right
Well shorty ′til you walk a mile in my shoes
And understand this is who I am

[T.I.]
Usher I completely concur
Life can be such a blur, obviously we prefer
Our privacy but instead we endure
Yes sir, don′t expect nothin′ less of me
′Cause this goin′ probably be this way until the death of me
But for the hustle and the lady on my arm now
Plus all my kids and my mom′s I′m a calm down
And yo, we doin′ just fine, and the time′s just flyin′
Live one headline at a time

[Usher]
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
I walk they follow (ay)
I talk they holla (ay)
Just here for your amusement
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
You waitin′ for me to lose it
I guess I′m just here for your amusement

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

(feat. Kanye West & Jay-Z)

No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us

No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us

No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us

No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us

Mr. West is in the building
Swagga on a hundred thousand, trillion
Ayo I know I got it first
I’m Christopher Columbus, y’all just the pilgrims

Thanksgiving, do we even gotta question?
Hermes, Pastelle, I pass the dressing
My attitude is tattooed
That means it’s permanent so I guess I should address it, huh?

My swagga is Mick Jagger
Every time I breathe on the track I asthma attack it
«Why ya so mad for it? Why ya gotta have it?»
’Cause I slaved my whole life, now I’m the master

Na-na-na
How it feel to wake up and be the shit and the urine?
Na-na-na-na-na
Trying to get that Kobe number, one over Jordan

No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us

No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us

(No one on the corner)
Got a bop like this
Can’t wear skinny jeans ’cause my knots don’t fit
No one on the corner got a pocket like this
So I rock Roc jeans ’cause my knots so thick

You can learn how to dress just by checkin’ my fresh
Checkin’ checkin’ my fresh, checkin’ checkin’ my fresh
Follow my steps, it’s the road to success
Where the niggas lookin’ feral when the girls say yes

But I can’t teach you my swag
You can pay for school but you can’t buy class
School of hard knocks, I’m a grad
In that all-blue Yankee, it’s my graduation cap

It’s Hova!
Dippin’ different Rovers, whippin’ with the soda
Hova!
Could you even have any doubt? After doubt if it’s over

No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us

No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us

No one on the corner has swagga like moi
Church but I’m too clean for these boys
I require what I desire
I got stripes, Adidas

Mami scream, Papi, no mas!
Run up in your shit, just me, no mas
Runnin’ this shit like I got four thighs
No one has swagga like these four gods!

And when it comes to styles, I got several
Sharper than a swagga, dagger all metal
And my jewels, blue and yellow
The type of shit that make ’em call you Carmelo

Rules as follows, stay true to the ghetto
Write your name on a bullet, make you feel special
Ha! What the f**k you boys talkin’ ’bout?
I know it’s us ’cause we the only thing to talk about

No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us

No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us

You can go see Weezy for the wordplay, Jeezy for the birdplay
Kanyeezy for diversity and me for controversy
All my verses picture perfect, only spittin’ certain purpose
If you ain’t living what you kickin’ then you worthless

Lookin’ from the surface it may seem like I got reason to be nervous
Then observe my work and see that my adversity was worth it
Verses autobiographical, absolutely classical
Last thing I’m worried about is what another rapper do

Ain’t nobody hot as me even if they rap they ass off
Blast off and have outstandin’ quality
Sell a lotta records, I respected and salute that
But spittin’ real life on hot beats, I’m the truth at

You kick it like me, no exaggeration necessary
Livin’ revolutionary, nothin’ less than legendary
Gangsta shit hereditary, got it from my dad
Flow colder than February with extraordinary swag

No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us

No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us

No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us

No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us, like us, like us

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

(Talking)
Yeah..Yeah..Ya′ll already know what it is, pimp
T.I.P., king of the motherfuckin south
BGizzzy, lets do it homie
Grand Hustle, pimp, Chopper City in here
Got my nigga Blok, in this bitch
Eastside represent....Westside Bankhead nigga, it is on, what
A-town nigga, you know what it is, on through Mechanicville
Snow Hill nigga, Pittsburgh, all my real niggas ride out with me
Ya′ll know what′s happening, PSC nigga...

[T.I]
I can give you what you want (want), T.I.P. the hottest (hottest)
Game withcha ya need, I can tell ya all about it
You can come up in the streets, but it ain′t no gettin out it
When I tell ya I′m a "G", pimp, I′m really being modest
I can tell ya bout the dope boyz, hoes, and the ballers
The pimps and the macks, real niggas wouldn′t call us
Hanging in the traps, cause that′s what our daddy taught us
From 30′s on the ′lac, to a benz on broddas
Standin′ on the corners, slingin crack and stacking dollars
Til it′s time to cop a brick, and I′m tired of moving quarters
My daddy won′t a doctor and my momma won′t a lawyer
I ain′t never had shit, congradulations is in order
Tryin to get a mill for my sons and my daughters
If I caught a bad bitch with connections down in Florida
Said her daddy and her uncle, still gettin cross the water
I′m richer now, I′d be a motherfuckin fool, if I don′t call her

(chorus)
What it is my nigga, what it do (what it do)
I got a brick or two, I′m finna to buss a move (buss a move)
What it is my nigga, what it do (what it do)
I got a tool and I′m finna cut the fool
What it do, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do
My nigga, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do
What it do, what it do my nigga, what it do

[BG]
I′m a H-U-S-T-L-E-R
If I don′t know you, then fuck ya, If I know ya, I front ya (Propper)
But ya gotta break me off, you don′t, I catch ya slippin on the block
And knock you off
I know people, I get nice deals
Get′em five dollars, sell′em ten dollars a pill
I know people, get ki′s for thirteen
If I fuck with ya, then get′em for sixteen
I know people, get′em three hundred a pound
Give′em to ya for five hundred if you my round
I′m a hustler, holla at me uptowm
I′m well connected with weed, white, tan and brown
Come see a nigga, want a nice sixteen
You real, we swap work, you fake, it′s twenty g′s
It′s like that, I dun been through the struggle
I′m running Chopper City, and fucking with Grand Hustle

(chorus)

[T.I]
I got the..eye of a tiger, and the heart of a bear
I′m the king of the jungle you can follow me there
Now you can...hear it from these niggas, who hardly was there
Or take it from niggas, who fought, and make it a scar to get here
Several years ago, I told myself that I solemnly swear
Forever be hard to kill, even harder to scare
One reason why me and the other cats is hard to compare
Cause I′m fact, that′s fiction, it hardly compares
Being hated, part of the game,yes it′s hard but it′s fair
Well I′ma be the best hating nigga, see if I care
But just know, I′m raising the bar and I′m keeping it there
And I′ma still ride clean, throwing weed in the air
With two or three bad bitches, got they feet in the air
Say they like when I smack on they ass, and skeet in they hair
Listen...I don′t care if you got the song of the year
Ya whole show shut down, if the "Don" appears

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

[Chorus 2x:]
Do it [3x] what u waiting for
Do it [3x] what u waiting for
Do it [3x] what u waiting for
Now Lemme hear you say
Big shit poppin, and lil shit stoppin [3x]
Ball on these niggas being broke is not an option

Do it to the maximum, take it why you asking them?
Don′t listen to them suckas when they say you too irrational.
See I said I was king and them lames started laughing
Same sucker now I want the king on the track
I composed several classics
watchu know like top back, dope boys,
Bring em out, and what you know about that
Now they ask how I talk what you know about that
Dominated ′06, now Im going right back
See me reign hell, lettem show just like that
Even Denzel′ll say damn, I ain′t know it like that
Nigga yea, still bankhead you can tell
Ain′t nothing changed but the name on the mail
Still kicking doors with them thangs in the air
Open Benny Honda, see me slang in dem chair
I will slang cane, no such thang as a jail
Said you need a hundred squares they just came off the scale

[Chorus]

Do it like a ball playa, when you see me ballin
Stacks tall-ass ball playa from the stage to the air
Whether in Miami, Cincinnati or in Riverdale
Arizona, California, make it rain anywhere
Pullin out that pistol nigga who you think u finna scare?
20 rounds of missles have you pissin in your underwear
I tote a pound, 40 cal, so you better tone it down
I suggest you adjust the bass, except for when it going down
A-town, west side club, you should catch me,
Right up at the top where Big Kuntry, Dro & Mac be
Jackers lying say they caught me slipping how could that be
I′m something like a stalker I be everywhere the strap be
The trap be, jumping with that 100 dollar slab
If I wanted nigga I could get 100 on the tab
Sell em all double down Nigga do the math
Think I won′t pull up in something With 200 on the dash

[Chorus]

Do it like I wanna do it, do that shit in front of you
Real nigga vision pimpin I aint seeing none of you
I Do it for my nigga phil daughter and his momma too
Do it for my oldest sons and they Grand momma too
Do it for my daughters and my my youngest son momma who
go buy what she want cuz she know it ain′t a problem to.
You do something to them and its you I bring the Drama to
You do it for a day or so, we do it for a month or two
I do it for my partner go make show them nigga stuntin too
We doing with them choppers, aint no problem where you running to?
We do it for the block, now why ain′t nobody stopping me
I do it for my pop, and my cousins too they watchin me
I did it nonstop, now see how these niggas copy me
I made it from the bottom to the top, where I oughtta be
Who do it did good, and do it different
No matter what I do you know I do it to death

[Chorus]

Now do it!

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Music fades]

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

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

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

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

[Chorus]

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

(feat. Jay-Z, Kanye West, Lil Wayne)

[Intro/Chorus 4X: sample of M.I.A.′s "Paper Planes"]
"No one on the corner has swagger like us"
"Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us"

[Chorus]

[Kanye West]
("No one on the corner") Mr. West is in the building
Swagger on a hundred thousand trillion
("No one on the corner") Aiyyo I know I got it first
I′m Christopher Columbus, y′all just the pilgrims
Thanksgiving, do we even got a question?
Hermes pastel, I passed the dressing
My attitude is tattooed
That mean it′s permanent, so I guess we should address it, huh?
("No one on the corner") My swagger is Mick Jagger
Every time I breathe on a track, I asthma attack it
Why he so mad for? Why he gotta have it?
Cause a slave my whole life, now I′m the master
Naaaaa-na-naaaaa
How it feel to wake up and be the shit, and the urine?
Naaaaa-na-naaaaa
Tryna get that Kobe number, one over Jordan

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Geah..
("No one on the corner") Got a bop like this
Can′t wear skinny jeans cause my nines don′t fit
No one on the corner got a pocket like this
So I rock Roc jeans cause my nine′s so thick
You can learn how to dress just for checking my fresh
Checking-checking my fresh, checking-checking my fresh
Follow my steps is the road to success
Where the niggas know you′re thorough when the girls say yes (yes!)
("No one on the corner") But I can′t teach ′em my swag
You can pay for school but you can′t buy class
("No one on the corner") School of hard knocks I′m a grad
And that all-blue Yankee is my graduation cap
It′s Hooooo-vahhhhh
Dippin-dippin Rovers, whippin with the soda
Hooooo-vahhhhh
Did you even have any doubt after doubt it was over?

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
No one on the corner has swagger like moi
Church, and I′m too clean for the choir
I require, but I desire
I got stripes, A-di-das
Mamis scream, "?Papi no mas!"
Run up in your shit just me, no mas
Running this shit like I got four′ tires
No one has swagger like these for′ guys
Now when it comes to styles, I got several
Sharper than the swagger, dagger or metal
And my jew-els, blue and yellow
The type of shit that make ′em call you Carmelo
Who′s as follows stay true to the ghetto
Write your name on the bullet make you feel special
Ha! What the fuck you boys talking ′bout?
I know it′s us cause we the only thing you talk about
And I′m gone... bye... yeah

[Chorus - during last line]

[T.I.]
Hah, you see? That′s right
Ay, you know see Weezy for the wordplay, Jeezy for the bird play
Kanyeezy for diversity and me for controversy
I′m a verse that′s picture perfect, only spit to serve a purpose
You ain′t living what you kicking then you worthless
Lookin from the surface it may seem like I got reason to be nervous
Been observant, work to see if my adversity was worth it
Verse is autobiographical, absolutely classical
Last thing I′m worried ′bout is what another rapper do
Ain′t nobody hot as me
Even if they rap they ass off, blast off and have outstanding quality
Sell a lot of records, I′ll respect it and salute that
But spin real life on hot beats, I′m the truth at
You kick it like me, no exaggeration necessary
Living revolutionary, nothing less than legendary
Gangsta shit hereditary, got it from my dad
Flow colder than February with extraordinary swag

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

[T.I. - over Chorus]
Okay, yeah, that′s right
Okay, yeah, so you notice huh
Hah, yeah, okay, tell ′em for me shawty
Yeah, that′s right, yeah

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

[Chorus: T.I.]
Ey, What′s Haapnin′ (What it is you all)
All you haters, Can get at me (Center Hill, {?} What it do)
′Cause I hear ya, and am watchin′(Church Creek, South Grand stand up)
But am serious (It′s the king bitch, yeah)
Haters, so all I got to say is WHAT UP!? (Here we go)
What′s haapnin′, (What′s haapnin′ baby)
All you haters (HEY! I know you had a good time didn′t ya)
′Cause I hear ya, and am watchin′
But I′m still here, I ain′t stoppin′
So what up, what′s haapnin′
All you haters, Can get at me
′Cause I hear ya, and am watchin′
But am serious
Haters, so all I got to say is WHAT UP!?

[Verse 1: T.I.]
What it is bruh, What it do man,
Still the man from Japan to the blue flame (that right)
Still hit the door and make it rain with the loose change
I bet that what he get a show, now that′s a damn shame (hahahaha)
I get that what he hatin′ fo′, boy u so damn lame
Ya click the same, a just a buncha walkin′ shit stains (click finish)
Disgrace the ′80, gave the city such a bad name
You way back in ma rare view mirror, I′m in the fast lane
But still I hear ya loud ′n′ clear on ya little′ song
Go on get you dissin′ on while the king gone
Ya self-esteem gone, ′cause I′m back now
let′s see if we can′t teach these niggas how to act now
Ya kissin′ at them, ya jumpin′ bad now
I check ya ass den, I shut ya ass down
And I deliver front ′n′ center never back down
Who get the last laugh now sucker nigga

[Verse2: T.I.]
I got a front street swag and a side street hustle
Center Hill, Cedar Ave, that′s where I be sucker
South Grand church street, first with the work
We can get into commercial if you need some chirp me
Hey, what I care ′bout who you askin′ saying they ain′t heard of me
I′m certified certainly your videos ain′t hurtin′ me (uh-uh)
I still ride with the windows rolled down
All around the A-town
Like its fina′ go down
If there was ever any questions niggas fina′ know now
Won′t retire ma thorn, nor surrender no crown
I never bow down
And never say "bye"
Ms. "to whom it may concern" and whosoever may try
I′m forever west-side and the feather-weight guy
Tell ′em take they best shot
Go′on get ya self high
′Cause I yelled "Bankhead" and you felt left out
I ain mentioned yo′ name, is that what all this ′bout?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: T.I.]
From summer hill to the hill up him Hollywood (okay)
A house full, gettin′ to it, you know how we do it
Yea we smoke great (great) and we drink good (good)
Then we ball hard, just like G′z should
Buy what we want, drive what we want
G4 up up and away, we go, we fly where we want
Haters smile like they like me but they really don′t
Wish they could just wish me away that what they really want
"I really hate his ass","I don′t like him either"
"We′ll do a song together maybe then we can beat him"
Somehow he must be stopped, somethin′ must be done
"If we can′t knock him off, let′s just try him when he get caught with guns"
"And if he really done, ′n′ we really won"
"Anymore ideas, (I got somethin′) suggestions anyone"
"How ′bout we stay up all night, on the blog sites"
"Spread vicious lies ′n′ nasty rumors we could all write"
But that′s alright, let the nerds hate
′Cause in ma face though, the words get ate
Hating′s hard work, but I just bounce back
′cause God work tell all the haters am back!

[Chorus]

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

[Intro]
Let′s get it homeboy!
Y′all already know what is man, this ain′t nuttin new to y′all man!
T.I.P., Pimp $quad Click ya understand that?
King of the South! Hey!
Westside of the A-Town, nigga you don′t know no better nigga
BANKHEAD!!

[T.I. over Intro]
Aye... Aye... Grand Hustle c′mon and kick it wit′ me for a minute
Y′know what I′m sayin′, come and ride wit′ ya boy man, Hey!
Y′all ready know what it is, aye..
We gone swing by some sororities y′know what I′m sayin′
We gone ride down Bankhead my nigga
C′mon and ride wit′ me right quick aight?

[Chorus]
Come and ride wit′ me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at
Where them suckers get it at and hustlas keep the chickens at
Ride wit′ me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at
Where hoe niggaz be snitchin′ at and often come up missin′ at
Ride wit′ me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at
Where them killers livin′ at and T.I.P. be trillin′ at
Ride wit′ a G, come and ride wit′ a G
All through the A.T.L., come and ride wit′ a G

[T.I.]
See me ridin′ through Atlanta in a Phantom wit′ the double door
Make these bitches wonder what he be in so much trouble for
I′m touching folk, anytime they trying Grand Hustle folk
I′m busting folk, what the fuck we arguing, fussin, cussin′ for?
You lucky hoe, couple of years ago I prolly cut your throat
But fuck it though, what I′m spending somethin′ on a nothing fo′
Well-known flow, man I got this shit from Simpson Road
Adamsville, Born Holmes, Center Hill, Zone 4.
A drop top, flip flop, shine as the chrome glow
When T.I.P. pop out the roof "What he up in Herndon Homes fo′?"
Along though, shit he jus′ doin′ what he known for
Blowin′ ′dro, 24, livin′ how the song go
Rubber burnt, turn the corners, beatin′ like a Congo
You try to jack I pull the strap, it′s +ASAP+ pronto
King of the South, every hood′s head honcho
I′m Westside certified, go run a fuckin′ hood yo

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
I done told y′all I′ma O.G., never had cold feet
You end up with no teeth, nigga +U Don′t Know Me+
I′ll knock ya off ya feet, put holes in ya until ya clothes leak
Tossed it in the river like I threw away my old heat
You chose to oppose me? Who the fuck you s′posed to be?
Mechanicsville and Summer Hill, Zone 3 that roll wit′ me
No hoes wit′ me, you know all that blow before they sold me?
I′m everything you s′posed to be, boy ain′t no runnin′ over me
Kick it wit′ the +King+ and lemme show you what I mean man
Most these niggaz rappin′ about a block, ain′t never seen Nan
Real niggaz recognize, real niggaz and you ain′t nan
You don′t know how to stab a nigga dead, keep a clean hand
Sell a block for 24, you got′s to 17 gram
From Eastside niggaz and Kirkwood and Little Vietnam
These 26′s keep the attention of bitches
Come and ride wit′ me pimpin′, lemme show you how we get it

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
Alabama, Mississippi, come and ride wit′ a G
Dallas ride wit′ a G, Houston ride wit′ a G
Carolinas, Virginia, Philly come and ride wit′ a G
Memphis ride wit′ a G, Chicago ride wit′ a G
California, Florida, Detroit they all gon′ ride wit′ a G
Phoenix ride wit′ a G, St. Louis ride wit′ a G
Seattle ride wit′ a G, Jersey ride wit′ a G
Vegas, New York, and D.C. they all ride wit′ a G

[Chorus]

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

Help on the way
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
Help on the way
Help on the way
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
Help on the way
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop

They say the game f**ked up
and the records ain′t sellin
It was bad in 06′ gettin worse in 07′
Market over saturated with all the bootleggin
When it seems better shawty ain′t no tellin′
Well, call Lyor, give him this message
Then hit K′ys tell hiim, tell Kevin,
Craig, Julie Greenwald, all of them present
The fifty mill you gave me,
was a sound investment
This time around we gon sell 5,
no less than 4 on a slow day,
call vegas and bet
By the way, if you a winner,
I′m the one you should be with Hit J,
Tell them niggas to bet against
Grand Hustle homie,
I′m a make you respect this
They say "the market share down",
so... I ain′t affected
Tell the label relax,
ain′t no need to stress shit
Just cut the check a
nd I′ll handle the rest...shhiit

They say the game in trouble
Help on the way
Don′t worry bout nothin
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
I got this shit
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
Don′t worry bout nothin
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
I got this shit
Help on the way
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
It ain′t gon Stop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
It ain′t gon stop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop

You hear my name so hot, I got the game on lock
You niggas keep floppin, But i remain on top
Still the same ol′ me, With the same ol′ glock
From the first cd, With the Kangol top
I was hollerin dopeboy when I first came out
It seems like everyone in the dope game now man
I told these niggas that it ain′t gon stop
All the hatin′ gon′ stop or this thang gon′ blah
Most of these niggas ,ain′t slang ,no blocks
Got a lil′ somethin′, but it ain′t so hot
Try to sell a record when my shit drop
Get the cover of the magazine
when my shit out nope
I think not just why,
if you ever eye with a nigga this fly
You better watch your mouth,
you ain′t that high
KING OF THE SOUTH, you ain′t that guy

They say the game in trouble
Help on the way
Don′t worry bout nothin
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
I got this shit
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
Don′t worry bout nothin
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
I got this shit
Help on the way
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
It ain′t gon Stop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
It ain′t gon stop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop

To the fans and the critics,
think hip hop is missing
This is a lil′ proof that hip hop livin′
You can hear a hip hop top now, just listen
Now see a hip hop walk out with 6 bitches
In the ATL, see hip hop chillin′
In a multimillion dollar crib hip hop building
You know how many cars hip hops driven?
Nigga I′m everything hip hop′s missing
Nigga you is everything hip hop isn′t
My heart and my soul, where hip hop live at
To anyone whos ever said hip hops finished
It can′t be dead while I′m still livin in it
I′m livin (and well, might I add that)

They say the game in trouble
Help on the way
Don′t worry bout nothin
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
I got this shit
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
Don′t worry bout nothin
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
I got this shit
Help on the way
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
It ain′t gon Stop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
It ain′t gon stop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

@ T.I.