Текст песни:

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

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

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

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

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

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

[phone hangs]

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

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

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

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

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

[T.I.P.]
man meet me at the mirror man
hurry up
come holla at meet
NOW!!

[T.I.]
man dis shit is fucked up man

[T.I.P.]
oh bout time

[T.I.]
ladies and gentleman I apoligize for the fusion

[T.I.P.]
what the f.... fuck dem man you better holla at me

[T.I.]
see if you called back trap muzik you had a problem once before

[T.I.P.]
meet me at the mirror man, come to the mirror

[T.I.]
I thought we had dis shit under control though u know what I′m sayin

[T.I.P.]
nah home boy man I told yall I was gunna let you do this shit for a minute

[T.I.]
nah man hold up man I′m talkin can u see?

[T.I.P.]
man you can′t shut me up man I got it from here on out

[T.I.]
man it′s obvious that we can......

[T.I.P]
we doin this shit my way now

[T.I.]
man this dude is impossible
man why can′t you just talk about what the fucks wrong wit cha
man why can′t you just say whats on your mind man
quit all dat actin out

[T.I.P.]
man talkin don′t do mutha fuckin good man
man dis shit got way outta hand now

[T.I.]
man I understand all dat grub man but look though man
all you gotta do is ride out

[T.I.P.]
ride out my ass dat what got my mutha fuckin partna killed man

[T.I.]
man you think I ment for that shit to mutha f**kin happen?
dog you think I would hold da keys like dat?

[T.I.P.]
it don′t matter what the fuck you ment to happen

[T.I.]
I mean all in all bra I told you do it my way and that wouldn′t had happen

[T.I.P.]
man doin it your way is what got us here right now

[T.I.]
so what you sayin

[T.I.P.]
what the fuck, you heard me say nigga
yall out here man yall on T.V, flossin wit your Hollywood
mutha fuckin outfits and. bra I ain′t wit dis shit home boy

[T.I.]
well fuck it den cuz you know ery mutha fuckin thing

[T.I.P.]
nah I don′t know everithang but I know bullshit when I see it

[T.I.]
man

[T.I.P.]
yall be tryin to put me on front of ery mutha fuckin
camera lights

[T.I.]
da fuck you mean man? what you talkin bout?

[T.I.P.]
ay look you need me partna man

[T.I.]
you need me

[T.I.P.]
I don′t want nun of dat King of The South shit for one for TIP

[T.I.]
man TIP your ass get locked up erytime if I let you get a chance

[T.I.P.]
if you let me? you see what the fuck I′m sayin man?
how the fuck you let me gunna do somthin?
ay look man I′m sick of you and these other whole ass rappers out here.
yall can kiss my ass. you can tell em I said that. fake ass niggas.

[T.I.]
man I′m done talkin to you. [glass breaks] go back to your song
fuck it

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

[Intro]
Asap, asap, asap
Asap, asap, asap
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, you niggaz better exit
Asap, asap, asap, asap
Ay-s, ay-p, ay-s, ay-p
Asap, asap, asap, asap
Ay-s, ay-p, ay-s, ay-p
Asap, asap, asap, asap
A-s-a-p, A-S-A-P

[Verse 1]
I′m on my grind, grand hustle
Got the mind and the muscle
50 carrats in the crown just to shine on you suckas
I still tote the Glock 40 for the haters and the bustas
Fuck probation, if a nigga try to play me I′ma bust him
Ion′t need no security, reaching for my jewlery
Get you niggaz popped quick, filled full of hot shit
Fresh out the box Tip hot than a drop 6
Made a quarter mil′ in the penn givin′ stock tips
Haters wanna stop Tip, mad ′cus they not Tip
Ball every summer so your baby mama jock Tip
You don′t no drama pimp, I promise I do not slip
Chrome 4-5th, hid well if the cops trip
Bought my girl a Hummer with the chrome right in front of dat
5 carrat stones with the platinum all up under dat
Rap beef I ain′t gonna participate in none of dat
I′m aimin′ at your fitted cap and you ain′t gonna want none of dat

[Hook]
(Asap asap asap...)
A nigga try to play me, I′ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P
Ask anbody who runnin′ a G, bet they finna say me A-S-A-P
Niggaz hatin′ on P.S.C. get straightened A-S-A-P
A nigga try to play me, I′ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P

[Verse 2]
I know alota rappers don′t like me, but they won′t fight me
Feds swear I sell dope, well why they won′t indict me?
Advances on the throne, I ain′t never take it lightly
But all that tongue-wrestlin′ hatin′ while I′m gone don′t excite me
How many rappers you know that could hold they own on White street
East steady talkin′ on the cell phone nightly
Normal population, half the jail just like me
Polices think I′m crazy, scared a nigga gon′ strike me
Contrarily, a nigga tryin′ me is unlikely
They barkin′ don′t bother me, I′ll be bombin′ ′for they bite me
They just shocked to see my rap′s exactly how my life be
Shiesty, with a conversation quite pricey
My fist so rocky and and wrist so icey
Might be, thrown off my rocker just slightly
Fiesty, claimin′ hot temper don′t ignite me
I′m only gonna ask ya find the exit once politely

[Hook]
(Asap asap asap...)
A nigga try to play me, I′ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P
Ask anbody who runnin′ a G, bet they finna say me A-S-A-P
Niggaz hatin′ on P.S.C. get straightened A-S-A-P
A nigga try to play me, I′ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P

[Verse 3]
Flip, say who known to the land and the people
My plan is to keep you atleast 2, levels under me where I need you
I′ma take advantage of my chance to defeat you
Your true colors done shown, now it′s on when I see you
I′m grown nigga, so let it be know we ain′t equal
You sadly mistaken if you thinkin′ I can′t reach you
Beat you, to a fuckin′ pulp if I need to
The very spot ya standin′ in then is where I′ll leave you
Seen on the scene white tees and the v-suits
O.G. status, Ion′t beef unless I need to
Sissy you way outa line and you runnin′ outa time
Hang behind closed do′s when ya heard I got some time
Yeah I know you were thinkin′ outa sight and outa mind
But I′m the wrong one for you to try if you were tryna shine
Listen nigga this shit here is more than just alota rhymes
Ion′t know what ya do for your respect, but I′ma die for mine

[Hook]
(Asap asap asap...)
A nigga try to play me, I′ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P
Ask anbody who runnin′ a G, bet they finna say me A-S-A-P
Niggaz hatin′ on P.S.C. get straightened A-S-A-P
A nigga try to play me, I′ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P

Asap, asap, asap
Asap, asap, asap
Asap... asap, A-S-A-P, A-S-A-P
Asap, asap, asap
Asap, asap, asap

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

[T.I.:] Westside nigga (hey, hey, hey, Bankhead nigga)

[Chorus]
I got my 44′s, and my dro, and my Chevy on 24′s, and my Hoe,
now where′m I sposed ta go (Bankhead nigga)
I got my
44′s, and my dro, and my
Chevy on 24′s, and my
Hoe, now where′m I sposed ta go
(Bankhead nigga)

[T.I.:]
see me
Riding in the Chevy 44′s on the seat wit a
Quarter o blow get low lemme see, no tags, no license, da trunk loaded wit d riding
Fulton Ind., where we normally be, they pull us
Over you think I′m stopping you must be fuckin′ wit me,
if they don′t wanna die tonight they best stop fuckin′ wit me
Ima pull over in Bowen Homes where my cousin will be and they gon′
Hide me in they home while they lookin′ for me

[Mac-Boney:]
now we the
Neighborhood superstars, pimp a Chevy pullin′ hard
Thousand dollars worth of dimes
in the trap with rock stars we
Puttin′ fear in cowards hearts
when they see us on the block
Swirvin′ in da duce and fo′ all the bustin′ shots just because the Hell I care about getting caught

I′m makin′ bail by 12 o′clock
Back in the spot with the same bomb, serve and drop
I pull a hoe in Bangkok, drop her off at tip spot
I′m burnin′ rubber fuck the cops, another day on my block

[Chorus]

[AK:]
I′m
Cadillac daddy pulled up on some hoes from old naddy
Said I′m Pimp Squad hoe what′s happenin′
Westside getting them panties snapping
She asked me can I do the Laffy Taffy
I said I do to make the pussy happy
Lets get em home over on Virginia
Step inside a sweeta nigga contender you in for a
Lil fender bender
Baby just remember make it quick
You niggas kinda know me I′m the shit

[Big Kuntry:]
I′m the in the
Bubble, cush Chevy well at least that′s what it smells like
Hit the gas, poof, fire blowing out the tailpipe
Tailpipe, that′s all these hoes wanna lick for the night I
Treat em like Tina beat the pussy and ya call me Ike
That′s right, monster ridin′ sittin′ on the 28′s it
Sounds like a stadium, you woulda thought the braves played
the engine running like Vick
With the falcons on the hood
Mr. Mr. Westside
Yeah you know they in my hood

[Chorus]

[C-Rod:]
Ain′t no
Telling where I′m goin′, once I′m steppin′ out, singin′ on the
High life windows up in the clouds open up your consel that′s where I got my gun,
right next to that
get that finger roll another one
I got the vitamins make a freak fuck all night
Hoes know killas on the Westside
Earn stripes make the money turn right just look at my
Piece and my grillz swirvin′
off church street the pimp god gave me skills

[Young Dro:]
I was born up in Bankhead (Young Dro)
ya′ll remember me
Way back in 83′, T.I. stayed on the street for me
Just ′cause I′m from Bankhead, niggas havin′ beef with me
Half never seen a G, in the cap and my beemer V
10 screens folded, in my Chevy watchin′ "Lean On Me"
Ridin′ down Simpson bout to waste my Purple lean on me
Purple in the clean on me, the hoes on premolean
Waffle house charges the color black, I got a bee on me

[Chorus]

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

[Intro]
Huh
Ok, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Ay, Ok, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ok
Come on
[Repeat]

[Verse 1]
I never know whether I′m livin fo tomorrow or dyin fo today
But either way I′m tryna move a hundred dymes in a day
They sat that crime don′t pay, but I′m gone stay on the grind in the A
Wit the same ole j′s
I know the lames gone say that I done changed no way
I′m in the gutta everyday tryna slang mo ya
In the middle of the trap, we hang the dro blaze
Niggaz in the trap ain′t changed in 4 dayz
Waitin on a page dat sayin the blow came
Instead of us just finding mo ways to get paid
Anyway, in the fire, I done been there homey
Niggaz ball, niggaz die and ain′t shit fair homey
Dem crackers give ya some time and get to sit there homey
My niggaz dyin, I′ll see ya when I get there homey
Ay, Born alone, die alone in life
But right or wrong, folk it′s on fo life
Just be betta than me

[Chorus]
Shawty, the streets ain′t the place to be
I′m telling you cuz it′s to late fo me
Ay be betta than me
Crack a slug nuttin betta to see then young niggaz wit a felony sheet
So be betta than me
I know ya mamma waitin faithfully on her baby to graduate ya see
You way betta than me
Betta than us, betta than this, take a chance nigga change some shit
You could be betta than me

[Verse 2]
Ay, its rules in the game son, learn it young
When dez hatas speak yo name man burn dey tongue
Neva be ashamed of how ya live or where ya from
You stack a mill, niggaz will see how far you come
Without a gun, you got somethin′ll make ′em bar you son
That′s a million dollar mind, why, dez niggaz is dumb
Yea they gon get outta line, but dez niggaz is scum
They outta sight and outta mind ′til you visit the slum, stay down
Stay on the grind and yo digits′ll come, bottom line
You gotta shine no matta what you become
Dez streets is 40 percent of yo mind and 5 percent muscle
10 struggle, 10 time, and 35 percent hustle
And trust if dey don′t burry the scared, dey burry the dead
When anticipatin pistol play, be very prepared
And if you ain′t, find somewhere to burry yo head
Because them hot ones from the choppas tear ya body to shreds
I said

[Chorus]
Shawty, the streets ain′t the place to be
I′m telling you cuz it′s to late fo me
Ay be betta than me
Crack a slug nuttin betta to see then young niggaz wit a felony sheet
So be betta than me
I know ya mamma waitin faithfully on her baby to graduate ya see
You way betta than me
Betta than us, betta than this, take a chance nigga change some shit
You could be betta than me

[Verse 3]
In a broke down Cadillac, ridin′ high
Not many trusts in this life either shine or die
Ima live one of two ways, either grind or cry
And Ima grind it out, even if I′m dyin it out
Ain′t got no mo than me, so what the fuck you lyin about
That man right there, but ain′t gon be when dey start findin out
That that bullshit you be talkin ain′t the real deal
That ain′t you blow, them ain′t yo cars so how you really live
See what you need to do is take a chilly-willy pill
Go and chill yo ass out, fo dey deal yo ass out
A bad hand from a mad man, in a mad clan
All dem otha niggaz take a fall you gon take the last stand
Gnawed in, sawed in, how everybody ball
when everybody else is all in you don′t know where to fall in?
Need some Flaw Henn, I′m telling you shawty
and don′t be buyin none of dat bullshit sellin you shawty
And all that otha shit they talkin is irrelevant shawty
Tell ′em, show you the papa, fo dey show you the cable
You see a whole different nigga when you open dem drables
follow hatas nuttin holy can saves us
Shawty be betta than me

[Chorus]
Shawty, the streets ain′t the place to be
I′m telling you cuz it′s to late fo me
Ay be betta than me
Crack a slug nuttin betta to see then young niggaz wit a felony sheet
So be betta than me
I know ya mamma waitin faithfully on her baby to graduate ya see
You way betta than me
Betta than us, betta than this, take a chance nigga change some shit
You could be betta than me
[Repeat 1]

@ T.I.

Текст песни:

[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:

(feat. Eightball, MJG, Bun B)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Chorus ad libs (T.I.)]

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

[Chorus to fade]

@ T.I.