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[Intro]
And in case you forgot, I'm the kinggggggg Yea, Yea,.....Aye, Aye, Aye,..Aye Who I'm is nigga (I'm the kinggggg) T.I.P., Atlanta's own king of the south shawty (I'm the kinggggg) Yea, Yea, Yeahhhh..Better keep my name out ya mouth shawty (I'm the kinggg) Yeah, PSC nigga, Aye, Aye [Verse 1] All hail Atlanta's own, owner of Atlanta's throne If he ain't want no trouble he just shoulda left the man alone This the scene shown and evident Atlantas known The king's been the one representing all of Atlantas zones Back when niggas been representing Atlanta wrong Every shot he got, he put the hoods of Atlanta on The big screen, then hit every trap and traveled on Past, present to Texas to Alambama strong Down in Miami, up to Louisiana homes, From the Carolinas, Virginia, to David Banner's home I'm well connected haters, best to mind ya manners homes I got a nickel-plated 38, but hey the hammer chrome And it shine like ya should set the phatom on In it see me riding, getting blown like a saxphone Hey shawty spitting shit it takes to put a candle on If I ain't on ya tube dude, you must got ya channel wrong [Chorus] I'm the king of the south, theres is none flyer Sucker MC's outta call me sire, ya songs ok, but I'm on fire 24 inches on my rims and tires I'm the king of the south, there is none flyer Sucker MC's outta call me sire, you was on top But I pass right by ya, I will not stop, I won't retire [Verse 2] I came, I saw, I conquered (ok) with no big names No fame, no celebrity sponsors Just the game and a flow that was bonkers Nigga front if ya wanna, I dead niggas like the bitches from "Monster" Now you been told, so don't say I ain't warn ya and don't Let it alarm ya, when ya leaking, and the reapers upon ya See dopeman and I'm creepin upon ya, say that I ain't the king But you just sour, you ain't think of it aren't ya All the hating, is no time to respond to, I miss tryin to conjure up A way to get experience and launder, hey I thought ya record company Con ya in to signing a deal shy of a mill cause they really ain't want ya Moving yay, it's safe to say that they own ta ya So it's time to move on to real estate, and get cake selling bigger stakes I'm king of the south now, but theres fifty states Cause I'ma spread out and I'll eliminate who in the way I'm 24 today, give to I'm 28 I'll be ruler of all that I survey and not just in the state See I bend just to win, but I ain't finna break Most you niggas fake, and I'll say it in ya face [Chorus] |
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Better get on ya job, tell 'em, "Haters get on ya job, nigga" (Motivation)
Nigga, get on ya job, tell 'em, "Haters get on ya job, nigga" (Motivation) Haters better get on ya job, tell 'em, "Haters get on ya job, nigga" (It's motivation) Sucka nigga, get on ya job, if ya hatin,' get on ya job, nigga You can look me in my eyes, see I'm ready for whatever Anythang don't kill me make me better I ain't dead, nigga, you can take the fame and the cheddar Any game, any deal, I'm still a go-getter Take my freedom for the moment but it ain't forever I got the spirit of a god, heart of a dope dealer I'm a king, seen hangin' with some cold killas I ain't never back down or ran from no nigga I ain't sat down yet, pimp, standin' gorilla Even if I'm all alone or standin' four niggas Tell 'em jump, pimpin' it don't get no realer 5'9" with the soul of a 6'4" nigga I separated the fakes paralyzed from the waist down From the real stand-up guys of the A-Town Can't even look me in my eyes, put ya face down I'm outta jail, nigga, what you gotta say now? Motivation Niggas' fakin' only gonna inspire (Motivation) All ya hatin' is fuelin' my fire (It's motivation) Niggas plottin' on the crown soft droppin' (It's motivation) Hey but I ain't slowin' down and I ain't stoppin' (Motivation) Now nigga, don't stop my show (Motivation) You ain't know? I don't stop, I grow (It's motivation) Sucka niggas can't make me suffer Just make me stronger and make me tougher (Ay, ay, ay, ay, it's motivation) Me locked in a box, niggas happy to see Put anybody on top, any rapper but T.I.P. But back to reality G, ...O.D. still carryin' me, nigga I run this Spread ya rumors, kick all ya li'l dumb shit Tell lies, laugh 'bout the time that I'm gon' get If it make you feel better, picture me over and done with Punk bitch, come with all the gossip you can come with Small thang to a giant, I can overcome this Jail, out and done this, rap I'm just havin' fun with I could be a local joker, never have one hit Nigga, New Finish alone'll get me dumb rich Why these rappers sellin' records, gettin' pennies? If Grand Hustle sell any, I'ma get plenty If God with me, who could be against me, sucka? Can't make me suffer, just make me tougher Motivation Niggas' fakin' only gonna inspire (Motivation) All ya hatin' is fuelin' my fire (It's motivation) Niggas plottin' on the crown soft droppin' (It's motivation) Hey but I ain't slowin' down and I ain't stoppin' (Motivation) Now nigga, don't stop my show (Motivation) You ain't know? I don't stop, I grow (It's motivation) Sucka niggas can't make me suffer Just make me stronger and make me tougher (Ay, ay, ay, ay, it's motivation) Better get on ya job, tell 'em, "Haters get on ya job, nigga" (Motivation) Nigga, get on ya job, tell 'em, "Haters get on ya job, nigga" (Motivation) Haters better get on ya job, tell 'em, "Haters get on ya job, nigga" (It's motivation) Sucka nigga, get on ya job, if ya hatin,' get on ya job, nigga Motivation Niggas' fakin' only gonna inspire (Motivation) All ya hatin' is fuelin' my fire (It's motivation) Niggas plottin' on the crown soft droppin' (It's motivation) Hey but I ain't slowin' down and I ain't stoppin' (Motivation) Now nigga, don't stop my show (Motivation) You ain't know? I don't stop, I grow (It's motivation) Sucka niggas can't make me suffer Just make me stronger and make me tougher (Ay, ay, ay, ay, it's motivation) |
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You might see me in the street
But nigga you don't know me When ya holla on the street Rememba you don't know me Save all the hatin and the poppin nigga you don't know me Quit tellin niggas you my partna Nigga you don't know me Don't be a groupie keep it movin Nigga you don't know me Hey I ain't trippin pimp the truth is Really you don't know me Ya you know they call me T.I. But you don't know me You be hatin and I see why Cuz you don't know me I think its time i made a song fo niggas who don't know me I graduated out the streets, Ima real OG I been trappin shootin pistols since I stood 4 feet So all you niggas actin bad, you gon have to show me You gone make me bring da chevy to a real slow creep My niggas hangin out the window, mouth fulla gold teeth When the guns start poppin, wonder when its gonna cease choppa hitchu on the side and create a slow leak We can end the speculation cuz today we gone see What's the future of a pussy nigga hatin on me i giva fuck about the feds investigation on me I don't care they at my shows and they waitin on me Ima keep a flossin poppin long as Toomp is on the beat Tell police that I ain't stoppin Ima keep it in the streets Contrary to yo believes, im as real as you can be Fuck yo thoughts and yo feelings nigga you don't know me. [Chorus] Hey once again let me remind you nigga you don't know me So don't be walkin up and askin whats the deal ona key. I don't know if you wearin wires you could be the police If I was slangin dope you couldnt get an OZ See me at the PSC follow thru and tha show deep police holdin up the door, cuz they know we tote heat I just wanna wrap a C, blowin dro ina fleet Only hittin bout a dozen different bitches ina week I just wanna chill with Kuntry and his daddy Freddy G Ballin out @ anytime, hit every store and spend a G Wanna ball in the Bahamas curtousy of KT MacBoney gotta Mill. as well as a dolla DP Ak house on the hill right next to JG Everyweek meet there for lunch, restaurant and eat free Get inda paid Lil Craig an G That's the only shot we got at gettin Cap back on the streets [Chorus] You see a nigga hatin on a G Ask em what's it gonna be Whatcha lookin at, pussy nigga you don't know me At the club, in the streets Or where ever we should meet It's choppas choppin pistols poppin nigga you don't know me [2x] [Chorus] Grand Hustlin' Pimp Urban Legends Comin Soon The wait is over hommie PSC Pimpin You don't know me dawg... |
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| 4:20 |
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ASAP ASAP ASAP
ASAP ASAP ASAP You niggas better exit ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP A-S-A-P A-S-A-P ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP A-S-A-P A-S-A-P ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP A-S-A-P A-S-A-P I'm on my grind, Grand Hustle, got the mind and the muscle 50 carats in the crown just to shine on you suckers Still tote the Glock .40 for the haters and the busters Fuck probation, if a nigga try to play me, I'ma bust 'im I don't need no security reachin' for my jewelry Get ya niggas popped quick, filled full of hot shit Fresh out the box, Tip hopped in a drop 6 Made a quarter mil in the pen gettin' stock tips Haters wanna stop Tip, mad 'cause they not Tip Ball every summer so ya baby mama jock Tip You don't want no drama, pimp, I promise I do not slip Chrome .45th hid well if the cops trip Bought my girl a Hummer with the chrome right in front of that Five carat stones with the platinum all up under that Rap beef, I ain't gonna participate in none of that I'm aimin' at yo fitted cap and you ain't gonna want none of that A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow 'im off the map ASAP Ask anybody who runnin' A.G., bet they finna say me ASAP Niggas hatin' on P$C get straightened ASAP A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow 'im off the map ASAP I know a lot of rappers don't like me, but they won't fight me Feds swear I sell dope, well why they won't indict me? Advances on the throne I ain't never taken lightly But all that tongue wrestlin' hatin' while I'm gone don't excite me How many rappers you know that can hold they own in Rice Street? Any steady talkin' on the cell phone nightly? In normal population, half the jail just like me Polices think I'm crazy, scared a nigga gone strike me Contrarily, a nigga tryin' me is unlikely They barkin don't bother me, I be bombin' 'fore they bite me They just shocked to see my rap's exactly how my life be Shiesty with a conversation quite pricey My fists so rocky and my wrist so icy Might be thrown off my rocker just slightly Feisty, flamin' hot temper don't ignite me I'm only gonna ask you "find the exit" once politely A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow 'im off the map ASAP Ask anybody who runnin' A.G., bet they finna say me ASAP Niggas hatin' on P$C get straightened ASAP A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow 'im off the map ASAP What up, say hello to the man of the people My plan is to keep you at least two levels under me where I need you I'ma take advantage of my chance to defeat you Ya true colors done shown, now it's on when I see you I'm grown, nigga, so let it be known we ain't equal You're sadly mistaken if you thinkin' I cant reach you Beat you to a fucking pulp if I need to The very spot you standin' in then is where I'll leave you Seen on the scene, white tees and Evisus O.G. status, I don't beef unless I need to Sissy you way outta line and you runnin' outta time Hang behind closed doors when you heard I got some time Yeah, I know you were thinkin' "out of sight and out of mind" But I'm the wrong one for you to try if you were tryin' to shine Listen, nigga, this shit here is more than just a lot of rhymes I don't know what you do for your respect, but I'ma die for mine A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow 'im off the map ASAP Ask anybody who runnin' A.G., bet they finna say me ASAP Niggas hatin' on P$C get straightened ASAP A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow 'im off the map ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP A-S-A-P A-S-A-P ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP ASAP A-S-A-P A-S-A-P |
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[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 f**k 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] |
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| 4:35 |
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Ay, I wanna see you dance like them girls in that Tip Drill video... (ay, ay, ay...)
[Intro] (T.I.) Ay, let me see you get loose Get loose, get loose, get loose Ay,shawty, you can get loose Get loose, get loose [Chorus] Ay shawty, bust it open for me Let me see you get loose If you really wanna show me that you love me, get loose No Grey Goose, if you don't get loose Get up out the coupe if you won't get loose Bend it over, reach for yo toe, get loose Hold on to the pole, drop it low and get loose No x-o if you don't wanna get loose No more dro unless you gonna get loose [Verse 1] (T.I.) My potnas in the club and we chillin' to the max Poppin' bottles, blowin' money, we ain't learn how to act All in the V.I.P. spendin' four or five stacks You can tell it's T.I.P. from how I bend my hat Send the waitress to the bar but she comin' right back Bet a shot of x-o'll get you on the right track You got yo girl with you, better hold her hand, I'm a mack on attack Turn yo head and she bound to get snatched Give the dick to her once, get her hooked like crack Takin' cum in the face, yea I like it like that Holdin' on to her waist while I hit it from the back If she come wit *Pussy Popper* she ain't never comin' back Rough sex, talkin' dirty, yea she into all that Gotta movie that'll prove that what I'm sayin' is all fact Bra and panties all black and some real tall stacks Suckin' titties, eatin' cat, shawty off the meat rack [Chorus] - repeat [Verse 2] (Nelly) Let me see you drop it down, get that eagle on girl Ain't no fuckin' way I'm leavin' here alone girl Money ain't a thang to the uncut king Baby, I can make a mill if I rap or if I sing Done tryina ball ma, I own a damn team Even wit' a nuse nigga, still can't hang Let me tell you who I'm is Lunatic mayne, straight up out the heart land Nine on my right, ten more karats on my other hand In different colors mayne, worth a couple hundred grand Damn mama, how you do that there? How yo waist stay still but you move that there Ain't got a clue right there Seen a lotta ass poppin', but that's new right there You invited to the house ma, you and yo crew right there Check it, okay let's have some fun I got four G's and 5 five G's in one [Chorus] - repeat [Verse 3] You ready to get loose, shawty, better be Sittin' on them leather seats If not, pat yo feet on the concrete merely Freak by choice, not force, I would never be Charged with a rape, if she say no, I'ma let her be Why should I let that worry me? Too many bitches cherish me Pimp til I die, be a playa til they bary me Renegade, I'ma keep it pimpin', I ain't finna play Anyway, I can hit the baddest bitches anyday I done slept with the best, I ain't gotta flex Got yo girl stretched out, pullin' up her dress Checkin' out her spread and I am impressed G-strings right in the middle of them wet Her girlfriends with her and all of them next I passed them a bottle, gave all of them X Head *Pussy Popper*, so all them expect The best sex, and that's what all of them get [Chorus] - repeat [Jazze Pha talking] Woooo weeee Ladies and gentleman This is a Jazze Phinzell, producshinzell T.I., Nelly Nell, Phizzle Phizzle.. Grand Hustle, Sho Nuff Get loose |
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| 4:23 |
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(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 (chorus) |
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(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 outta 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 outdo 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 |
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| 4:09 |
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(Talking)
As you can see the O.G.'s from Grand Hustle Done laid it down again (T.I.P. shawty) A man, this for all my homegirls that like to see a baller do his thing (Get Ya shit Together..come on) All the 8's, 9's, and dimes..I like to welcome ya'll to the best time of ya life..ya understand that All the stones are real and its chrome on all the wheels..ya know Anything less is uncivilized [T.I] Aye, I pull up to the club, lift both doors up Hopped out clean and ya hoes choose us Walked in the door make the show hold up Cause my neck and my bracelet was so froze up The kind of stones bitches wanna see close up So we dont approach them, they comin' and approach us (yeah) Roll the dro up then go post up Look down cause that's where its gonna go, sho nuff In the V.I.P. and all eyes on us Hoes chill, poppin' pills, blowing dro no duff Whatcha say you got a man, so what I don'y know him, and baby he don't know her I got a new phatom and my own chaffeur Ya think ya finna be thinking bout him, no sir (haha) Probably prefer to tell ya man goodnight And she don't wanna know what the good life look like (chorus: Lil Kim) If you aint getting money goodnight I know what a broke nigga look like When you riding in your wheels, get ya shit together Boy, then diamonds aint real, get ya shit together (T.I) Now we can ball seven days, six nights If that head and that pussy get right And match ya panties with ya bras, get ya shit together Come get your hair and nails done, get ya shit together [T.I] Hey, I'm off the scene with Louis the 13th Chains swing to my jeans, and my T-shirt clean In caee you been reasearching, I'm the King With a style as mean as the earth seems Chest on ice, and my wrist on gleam 30 karats in the ring, money ain't no thing You think I'm playin', but I ain't joking The dro king, if it ain't purple, I ain't smoking Rubberband bank rolls, 50 thousand dollar cheddar knots Try to shine, is you out your mind, boy you better not I walk around with more money than you ever got Shrewd attitude like I never had to sell a rock Shawty I can get you in whatever spot Backstage, front row, what I got to front for I'm getting bored, don't even know what I stunt for Got a lotta rides, what it hurts to cope one more (chorus) [T.I] To all my hot girls, if you wanna come chill Lets roll on chrome wheels, let me tell you what it is We finna throw a little party at the crib Where the floors tricked out and the rooms like iiillllll The basements cool, but the pools unreal Where that millionaire lives, shit remains concealled So pop a pill, put on your blindfold I'm hitting the dance floor, and grab eighty-nine more Let'em know we on the way, where they been trying to go I knew I had'em when they asked me "What kind of diamonds are those" Headed to the spot, pouring double shots of XO Play the "Love Below", ane watch'em undress slow Flicks on the flat screen, make'em want to "get low" And spit shine this dick of mine until it gets swole When they kick it with the king, they don't wanna let go So whatcha gonna tell a nigga, when he tells ya "Let's Go" (chorus) |
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| 11. |
| 4:19 |
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[T.I.] Hey! Hey! Hey!
[Chorus - Pharrell Williams] w/ T.I. ad-libs (But she's a freak though) She got angel eyes, wit the baby face (But she's a freak though) I want my momma and daddy to meet her Maybe have my name (But she's a freak though) They keep talking about you Because they - can't keep up with your pace You're my - super freak! super freak! You're my - super freak! [Verse - T.I.] My momma taught me, everything fine ain't the finest And everything that shine ain't a diamond They say that change come wit time and I'm finding That most bitches take your kindness for blindness Yeah it feel good laying her beside you Diggin deep, ol' nine up beside you But we can't kick out in public, gotta hide you Cause all my partnaz in the hood done tried you It's true that you can't turn a hoe into a house wife Well listen shorty maybe I don't want a house wife They say that you a freak I'm thinking that they bout right Because that pussy's so good and your mouth tight A pretty face, slim waist, and her stout nice Juicy ass that them niggaz in the south like She super sexy, got a nigga thinking bout a wife Wearing all white, being wit her for life [Chorus] [Verse - T.I.] The main thing making niggaz judge you Is the same thing that make me wanna love you From the smell of ya hair, I wanna hug you To the way you yell "give it to me" when I fuck you Plus you ain't tripping off a nigga cause he thuggin That's why I'm twice as happy as relationships that wasn't But my partna say you trickin wit his cousin But nevermind, I don't listen they be buggin They find it hard to understand how could T.I.P. love This girl, when her man is out at strip clubs Maybe cause T.I.P. girls leaving wit girls And in the morning they'll be waking up with six girls They don't know we more like homies when we pick girls Why you worried bout it, he ain't gotta make you his girl Fuck what he think about you, I think you the shit girl Make me wanna bring another kid in the world [Chorus] [Verse - T.I.] Now I been told every nigga in the streets know She ain't nothing but a freak ho But when I look in her pretty eyes, I don't see it though Now she done showed me some shit that I ain't seen before But what we do behind closed doors is for me to know All in all I've decided I'm a keep her though I'm a fucking grown man, what I'm creeping for? Just try me by the four, that's what I'm toting heaters for I'd die by that for her a real good reason though That's how I feel, let my partnaz and my momma know Keep it real, all the disrespect has got to go I disrespect, she is selfish, she don't hide it Though she may have been a tad misguided All she need is a little affection, a lot of direction A nigga wit a constant erection And I done wasted plenty time contemplating second guessing Procrastinating, I wanna buy a ring and pop the question [Chorus] |
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| 12. |
| 5:42 |
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[Chorus:]
Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), One You done when I see you (David Banner, banner) Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), (yeah, yeah) Two (2), (ay) One You done when I see you (ay) Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), (yeah, yeah, yeah), Two (2), One run You done when I see (see) you (you) (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ay) Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), One (what it is pimp I know ya?ll miss me man) You done when I see (see) you (you) Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), (here I am muthafucker), One run You done when I see (see) you (you) (ay) [Verse 1:] what it is the king back in the building Still stacking and building Still rappin to children Jeopardizing ya deals, ballin buyin ya wheels Like it?s back when we was lil and it?s still time to kill Quick displayin ya skills Way underpayin ya bills Spend a day in the field So how you sayin you real Niggaz could never live how I live, you ain?t deserving My lifestyle?s urban, never met me in person Just my bread suburban, in a red suburban On 24?s, 20 hoes givin head, I?m swerving Fuck boys piss they pants, scared and nervous I?m shell-shocked, black out like I been in the service Clean cut and reserved, but I tote George Garvin The closest thang you hoes seen to picture perfect Your rose gold king, my ring tight as a virgin cop Your dream I stopped fo I seen the top, nigga [Chorus (2x):] Five (5). Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), (what!), One You done when I see (see), you (you) (ya days are numbered shawty) Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), One run You done when I see (see), you (you) (countdown pimp) [Verse 2:] I treat the beats like the streets On em I do what I want to I ain?t gotta confront you, I?ll kill you if I want to Roam amongst monsters, kill homes and front you That lil nigga swearin he bad, eat him for lunch too Fuck you niggaz, Dominique slam dunk you niggaz Sucker punch aan one of you niggaz I was being nice at first now I?m runnin thru niggaz Whole crews, not just one or two niggaz Cuz you aint representin the south, you just embarassin See you on tv in New York, them niggaz laugh at us The reason why D.J.?s didn?t have a clue I was fabulous Now a days, not playin my records well, hell it?s hazardous All this cussin, fussin, loud discussion?s out of my character Bustin these niggaz melons and threatnin all of they managers P.$.C. is Atlanta, so how you playin and handlin Gorillaz wit bananaz, without playin and banishing King of the south, it was said once then Took a while to comprehend, now it all sunk in On the low, deal a mil, I ain?t done, come again Room dead, scene fled, fo the fedz runnin in pimp [Chorus (2x)] [Verse 3:] comin live from the terror dome Shinin lights on niggaz who got they skirts on tight wit mascara on All I have ever known, is 28 in the zone Give me a day and its gon, a brick of yay and it?s on You have never known, me to run less I?m gunnin at niggaz domes And runnin em out the own territory Every story got a flip side to it, and ya disc ain?t shit less the click ride to it And I?m gon show you how the Westside do it In the A, not Cali, Bankhead, Simpson Valley Every crack in every alley, sellin crack to every Tom, Dick, and Harry Every Kim, Sue, and Sally, till I tally up A big enough knot to buy me a yacht So then my pistols and my patnaz really all that I got I?m not, playin at all, I?m sprayin em all Still drop em down to size if they say that I?m small man Pussy cats can?t worry ya dawg Throwin stones at the throne, I?m a bury ya all man Know ya faggot niggaz hate that I?m ballin Makin 30k a day and blow it all at the mall and man I Can?t relate to what you rap on stage Nigga cuz I been sellin yay since I was bow wow?s age nigga Hear my daddy and cousin talking to me from the grave And all they sayin is young nigga get paid [Chorus (4x)] |
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| 13. |
| 4:34 |
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(Intro: Jay Z sample)
(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) T.I. (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye! (Verse 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 gettin naked 'fore I sat 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! (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out + ad libs to the end of the track) |
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| 14. |
| 5:59 |
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Look girl you sexy as you wanna be
But you just a wanna be I can't help ya I don't love ya I just met ya I might shove ya Will I plug ya to some niggas that'll drop some change in yo purse Hoe what I look like I ain't no trick bitch you gone chose big pimpin first On God's green earth I shall not hurt For money food shelter or work Louie, Henny, Remy, or Urp Chicken, dimes, hoes in skirts Im in my truck smokin purt Tryna see how many flirt Ridin round the A.T.L. on the baddest bitch search Yeah I did a concert but I don't wanna talk about it You say like that freaky shit well freaky bitch be about it Or candy truck you jumped bitch you can jump up out it I ain't yo man so I ain't gone shout wit ya I'm headed to yo crib and its straight lights out wit cha [Chorus (2x)] Hey we the hype now the limelight is ours now Broads comin at us like they wanna fuck us right now [2x] Sexy, Goregous, Beautiful Would you do something real freaky tonight Now call me Bruce Lee or that pimp I got that glow I'm limelight How can life go wrong when I got a brainiac that swallows pipe She roam the streets like its halloween so tricks can trick or treat all night My pimpin keep them hoes hooked like I had them jays on that white Ridin out in a Hummer which I call a lunch box Standin on 26s which I call em hightops Candy red paint on that yeah that thang a cherry pop All peanut butter seats always leather never cloth Hoe you couldn't wipe my pimpin off if you had a rag yeah she knows her pops but I'm the one she calls dad Straight swurvin in the whip passin blunts takin drags Watchin dvds in the truck while she out there sellin ass [Chorus] Peanut butter, Royal Chocolate Caramel Jazzebell I offer dick you offer ass for sell Now you ask a player See me shining getting right Finally coming up call me pimp tight What you'll do for the limelight Them bisexuals I call em klinedikes Vanilla want a nut on Sunday Fill hot fudge in the middle of her tummy Butter pecan white chocolate love day Niggas lookin fly so remember where the hershay Hoes at Davana of the scanna Pussy split on my bannana Take they pic on who they gone sample To Michigan back down to Alabama Poped hypontic be the flava that water their jaws for the milk they shake up Captain save em A.K. just gone lace up the beat to be a suckas favorite Top it off for the celebration After I bang her i'll let you cake her You were too seet she needed a banga Make her melt let it drip through her fangers Sexy, Goregous, Beautiful Would you do something real freaky tonight Now I'm in the limelight This rose gold bring plenty dikes They come around to service me because they know I lay the pipe I'm running wit the king we in different cities every night Broads strippin out they clothes before the D.J. pass the mic Puerto Rican mama citas, Asian bitches mixed wit white They come to see the P$C in many skirts and see threw tops I love this life Thats main reason I ain't settle down ain't got no wife I'm down wit the squad Done wit the hard I be pimpin these hoes for the rest of my life Sexy women freaky ladies Squeezin T.I.P.'s Mercedes Kissin women, eatin ladies, lick em till they drikin babies Like Rick James was in the 80s young and rich and livin crazy Kisha, Kim, Mari, and Kayla Love to keep the reefa blazin And the new and immitated Lou thats hollow point fim thats playin Actually they demonstratin Orally Administratin Conversation here em sayin Pills'll make you fill amazing Wish I could do this everday Anticipaten this occaision [Chorus] |
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| 4:11 |
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[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, ya nigga 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?(Ha) Button down, cufflinks, hair cut, no hat(Yeah) Just felt like gettin' clean and show I know how to act At Neiman & Marcus let my girl blow three or four stacks Gotta forever to cut the food, and damn I'm relaxed(Chillin) In a real cool mood, no beef, no gats But there 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 mama's With my hottie, takin' shots of Saki at Bennihannas Known to kick it like we riches, like Sky 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 and 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 threw away 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' pina 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 a dro, blowin' with my girl [Chorus] - repeat Repeat [Hook] |
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| 5:32 |
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[Lil Jon]
Check this out my nigga (what's up) theirs a lot of niggas out here That got a lot of shit to motherfuckin say (yeah) But when a nigga bring it to them niggas (what's up) They can't stand up for what they motherfuckin said (Naw I aint say that, he said that) Stand Up If you got something to say my nigga, stand up for what you said..my nigga Tell them niggas bring it to the square nigga (chorus) Stand up..If you don't like what I'm saying then buck Swang when you see me, we can throw them hands sucker Stand up..If you aint 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 wanna see the triggerman man buss Hit you and your man's up, make it hard for a nigga to..stand up Tell your crew they don't want it with us dudes And if the motherfucka do, bust a motherfuckin move..stand up [T.I] You got a alligator mouth and a hummingbird ass Your mouth writin' checks that ya ass can't cash One forty-five and I'm outta ya weight class Wanna survive..better scramble like eggs and break fast Cause I know how to handle ya fake ass I'm ride on ya, and hide ya in yesterday's trash Pull up in the chevy spraying rounds through the glass See you laying face down in the grass and I laugh Ha...that's the end of the soga 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 holla Now I'm telling ya potna, you don't know whatcha doing Don't recognize the trouble ya getting into, and ya ruined Dig this man..I spent my childhod in a wild hood And all that gangsta shit ya talking, yeah it sound good But make it understood, you gonna have to show me I'm a OG, you wanna overthrow me (chorus) [Trick Daddy] Dearly beloved, we 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 niggas And when the problem come, learn to deal with'em Do you swear to turn the chopper on any motherfucker in ya path Or any bitch, that's tryin to stop ya And do you promise to keep'em handy, and don't hand'em To nobody, nobody except family and keep'em cocked and loaded And don't expose'em to nobody unless somebody want'em in his body To love and cherish'em from his trigger to his barrel From the bottom of ya heart, to death do you fuckin part Do you understand to live the life by him, is to sell ya soul And Lord knows you gonna die by him I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid Sheed...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 they ain't never seen or cocked beamed a milli fourteen Or tommy gun, with a hundred round fucking gun (chorus) [Lil Wayne] Sheed..I'm talking about riding out tonight Only way I die first, gotta kill me in this verse Weezy F, middle finger to life So nothing seem critical, in the hood I'm typical Yeah I'm feeling good and spiritual Healing hoods with shit up outta my kitchen I'm pitching it, 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'll probably give you a kiss, nasty Holly grove classic, parley with a nigga, prolly rob the same bastard Ask him, we don't give a fuck about a casket Nigga this the murder cappy, niggas just murder happy Twelve years old, I jumped off the pot I started selling rocks, right after I got shot I had to hold my weight down Pussy nigga stand up or lay down (chorus) |
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| 5:57 |
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[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 rap nigga better than Bankhead resident, Westside represent, Pimp Squad mobster Grand Hustle president, heart of a lion and 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 and 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..Brahhh (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 to ya, 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 I'm laying low for a reason pimp..Ha...Fuck niggas |
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