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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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| 2. |
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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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| 3:39 |
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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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| 3:13 |
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[Intro: Jay Z snippet]
(Bring `em out, Its hard to yell when the barrels in ya mouth) Swizzie! (Bring `em out, bring `em out) Aye! (Bring `em out, bring `em out) TI (Bring `em out, bring `em out) Aye! [Berse 1] TIP comin live from the VIP, heard the night life lost life when I leave Both the Feds and the State wanna see my need The whole city got bizzerk he got treat Anotha nigga got a hit but shawty he not me Who set the city on fire as soon as he got freed Da king back now hoes don`t even know how to act now Hit the club stippers give neck `fore I sit down Still ballin money stack taller than Shaq now Still push a button to let the roof on the `Lac down I`m on the road doin shows puttin my mack down Mississippi to Philly Albuquerque to Chatt Town [Hook] I got the crowd yellin (Bring `em out, bring `em out) Aye, all my hotgirls yellin (Bring `em out, bring `em out) Aye, all the Dope Boyz yellin (Bring `em out, bring `em out) Aye, from the back they yellin (Bring `em out, bring `em out) [Verse 2] Once again what other rap nigga hooder than this I got rich and I`m still on some hoolagin shit You be rappin bout blow I was movin the shit You talkin bout shootin out and I was doin the shit If I hit you in the face you gon be suin and shit And if I catch anotha case I know I`m true to be missed So I`ma keep it cool head stay out of the news Headlines and shows other rappers its bedtime (bedtime) It`s clear to see that I`m ahead of my time I copped a chromed out hard top Carrerra to shine I got some time, it ain`t shit cause I get better wit time Who got a flow and a live show better than mine [Hook] I got a packed house yellin (Bring `em out, bring `em out) Aye, all my hotgirls yellin (Bring `em out, bring `em out) Aye, all the Dope Boyz yellin (Bring `em out, bring `em out) Aye, from the back they yellin (Bring `em out, bring `em out) [Verse 3] Mic check 1-2 1-2, you wanna beef wit the king what is you gon do Will you show up on the scene wit 2 guns drew Or you and ya friend and play a little two on two If you knew half of what I knew then you`ll be hittin the deck Got a tool and a vest I can get some respect I`ma make it hard for a sucka nigga to flex Sho `em this ain`t the squad for a nigga to test Pimp my nutz too large and we way too fresh Work well wit Nines AK`s and Techs And quick to check a lame like a game of chess You want beef you can bring ya best and we`ll be standin.. [Hook - 2X] In ya front yard yellin (Bring `em out, bring `em out) Aye all my hot girls yellin (Bring `em out, bring `em out) Aye, all the Dope Boyz yellin (Bring `em out, bring `em out) Aye, from the back they yellin (Bring `em out, bring `em out) [Break - 2X] Hands... In Da... Air... Now! Hands... In Da... Air... Now! Hands hands in the in the air air now! Hands... In Da... Air... Now! |
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