T.I. - King (2006) by T.I. (보컬) on maniadb.com

[Excerpt from "Sting of The Serpent"] And the prophecy read that One day like the pheonix rose from the ashes That a boy will be born unto a family in the slums This boy will go on and use the knowledge that he gains While fighting for survival in the streets To become a crack leader And in time that boy will grow to become King!!!!!! [Verse 1] Time to ride nigga (Just Blaze!!) I welcome you and get acquainted with the youngest in charge Respected from East to West like he was running the mob Dictating, ain't taking orders from no one but God I know you niggaz is broke 'cause I know what you charge Them niggaz wishing for a Phantom it's one in my garage It's black as legary right next to the black Ferrari You niggaz ain't getting money off of rapping I'm sorry Fuck the rep went and spent 60 large on a Harley 'Cause where he stay 10,012 feet not hardly Now you see that we ain't able to compete, now are we? And pardon me I'm giving you the Westside story Of the A, where I stay and niggaz stay down for me You want to play, have you gay niggaz lay down for me And get a order for killers to spray rounds for me Competition, you ain't considered; you rapping, you bore me You reppin the A horribly Must I say more importantly [Chorus: repeat 8×] The king back ! [T.I.] Ay, man y'all niggaz got me way too fucked up, you understand that? What you need to do is homeboy You need to go back and grab I'm Serious you know You need to get familiar with Dope Boys and see where All these niggaz got they style See where that trap shit came from Then you need to graduate to mother fucking In Da Streets Vol.1-3 Then you need to go to Trap Muzik, I got locked up for a second Then grab Urban Legend and now to bring you up to speed [Verse 2] Who knew you could fit on your wrist a whole pound of diamonds I'm number one on the list while you clowns are climbing Wishing to be in positions that you found that I'm in Since you niggaz do what it say I'm world renowned than sign me If Jay handled the clay and around the time I delivered a bad day when 4 5's were spiraling I care the least about police and the fireman siren Ambulance ain't gon stand a chance in reviving DOA amend the beef will cease upon my arriving Paramedics yell clear and your flat line silent You ain't ready for out here 'cause the lifestyle violent You think you is, you must be living on Fantasy Island Your mammies mad, get your ass wiped out like Thailand Hit my phone and got what left and hit the three while you following You say you want to release and go to war with the finest Need you be reminded, want it with Your Highness? [Chorus: repeat 8×] The king back ! [T.I.] Ay man I know y'all niggaz still in the trap everyday Still man I know y'all don't see nothing but the projects nothing but grits But listen Make no mother fucking mistake man I still wiil shoot up my mother fucking self, AK and 45 nigga on side nigga And come see 'bout niggaz you understand But I don't want to do that 'cause I respect that shit y'all doing I started that shit I made that shit cool I made these niggaz want to be you nigga Nigga respect this shit!!!!

"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" - [repeated throughout] [Mannie Fresh] Ladies and gentlemen.. Fre-fre-fre-fresh! [T.I. - talking] T.I.P., aye! I know a lot of y'all niggaz out there, man who ain't up on this down south shit Probably wonderin' what the fuck you listenin' to right now, ahah! King amongst kings! It's an absolute honor and a pleasure y'know I'm sayin' To bring you.. some gangsta shit of catastrophic proportions All the UGK alumni like myself know what this is man Hey Bun! Pimp C nigga! [T.I.] I gotta '66 Impala so fresh White top, burnt drop wit' the choppers on deck It was off, Panda motor on a '94 'Vette Fish bowl, televisions pimpin' I ain't done yet I got the checker red leather and I'm sittin' on chrome On 26 inches just to get my roll on On a Jesus songs on, make them bitches get low I get that ass raised up, like Dr. Dre six four Hey, come up in my hood, bet them bitches know Tip If you tell 'em you wit' him, all them bitches gon' strip If I show up in yo' hood, I bet you niggaz won't trip Once I empty out this clip, I bet you niggaz gon' dip Or get hit up in yo'... "Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" - [repeat 2×] Never let hoe ass niggaz ride!! "Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" - [repeat 2×] And we never let hoe ass niggaz ride!! [Bun B] It's the Gulf Way Boulevard gangsta Swangin' on T.I., essence of fo's (essence of fo's) Pirellis and blazin' 'em crews of hoe I'm a playa, you can tell by how I choose my hoes When it gets to swangin' on the curb, you might lose ya toes Dedicated to the slab (slab), the dunks (dunks), the drops (drops) The candy painted cars wit' the chopped off tops (off tops) Now put ya diamonds up against the wood wheel Lean back or throw ya leather, chunk a deuce, and show your grill Keep it trill, this the south baby, Texas and GA T.I. reppin' for Bankhead, I'm reppin' for P.A. (for P.A.) Now pop ya trunk, get it crunk, it's time to ride Show them boys you got that front back and side to side baby "Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" - [repeat 2×] Never let hoe ass niggaz ride!! "Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" - [repeat 2×] And we never let hoe ass niggaz ride!! [Pimp C] I'm switchin' lane to lane (uh), leanin' on the switch (on the switch) Sippin' on the barre, smokin' green and hittin' licks Bumpin' Too $hort baby, in the candy red whips (whips) Drop the top and pimp the lot and watch the trunk do tricks (do tricks) Pimp C, I keep my money on my mind (mind) Keep a hooker on the track and keep a swisher full of pine (pine) If y'know like I know, you wouldn't try it (try it) Wanna jack me for my candy car, you must wanna die (wanna die) But I don't really wanna hit ya wit' this hot thang I just wanna get some brain in the turnin' lane Comin' down creepin' slow, sippin' on a poor fo' Bangin' on the screw, and keep the pistol right here in the do' [echoes] "Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" - [repeat 2×] Never let hoe ass niggaz ride!! "Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" - [repeat 2×] And we never let hoe ass niggaz ride!! "Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" - [repeat 2×]

Aye..aye..aye..aye..aye.. What you know about that? What you know about that? What you know about that? Aye... Don't you know I got Key by the three when I chirp shawty chirp back Louis nap sack where I hold'n all tha work at What you know about that? What you know about that? What you know about that? I know all about that Loaded 44s on the low where the cheese at Fresh off the jet to the Jects where the G's at What you know about that? What you know about that? Hey what you know about that? Hey I know all about that See me in ya city sittin pretty kno I'm shining dawg Ridin wid a couple Latin brawds and a china doll And you kno how we ball Aye.. Ridin in shiny cars Aye.. Walk in designer malls Aye.. Buy everything we saw You know about me dogg Don't talk about me dogg And if you doubt me dogg You better out me dogg I'm throwed off slightly bro Don't wanna fight me bro I'm fast as lightning bro ya better use ya Nike's bro Know you don't like me cause Yo bitch most likely does She see me on them dubs In front of every club I be on dro I'm buzzed Give every ho a hug Niggaz don't show me mugs Cause you don't know me cuz Aye... Don't you know I got Key by the three when I chirp shawty chirp back Louis nap sack Where I hold'n all tha work at What you know about that? What you know about that? What you know about that? I know all about that Loaded 44s on the low where the cheese at Fresh off the jet to the Jects where the G's at What you know about that? What you know about that? Hey what you know about that? Hey I know all about that Candy on the '64 Leather guts and fish bowl 50 on the pinky ring just to make my fist glow Ya bitches get low Because I get dough So what? I'm rich ho I still pull a-kick-do' (kick ya door down) What you talking shit fo'? Gotta run and hit fo'? Got you a yellin and I thought you put out a gun hit fo But you's a scary dude Believed by very few Just keep it very cool Or we will bury you See all that attitude's, unnecessary dude Cause you never Carry Tools not even sweary qs You got these people fooled, who see you on the tube Whatever try the crew, they'll see you on the news Aye... Don't you know I got Key by the three when I chirp shawty chirp back Louis nap sack Where I hold'n all tha work at What you know about that? What you know about that? What you know about that? I know all about that Loaded 44s on the low where the cheese at Fresh off the jet to the Jects where the G's at What you know about that? What you know about that? Hey what you know about that? Hey I know all about that Fresh off the jet to the block Burn a rubber with a top-pop I'll pop and bust a shot and tell 'em stop and make the block hot Ya label got got Cuz you are not hot I got the top spot And it will not stop A video or not that will bust it to the glock stop Drag ya out that Bentley Coupe and take it to the chop shop Partner, we got ya'll If it may pop off I'll answer the question “Will I get ya block knocked off?” And what it is bro Look I'll kill ya, bro I'm in your hood, if you a gangsta what you here for? Somebody better get bro for he get sent for You say you wanna squash it what you still talkin shit for? Aye... Don't you know I got Key by the three when I chirp shawty chirp back Louis nap sack Where I hold'n all tha work at What you know about that? What you know about that? What you know about that? I know all about that Loaded 44s on the low where the cheese at Fresh off the jet to the Jects where the G's at What you know about that? What you know about that? Hey what you know about that? Hey I know all about that

[Hook] I'm talkin to you Sucker nigga you can stunt all ya want a stunt I know you won't bust a gun (Yeah I'm talkin to you) Fuck nigga you can hate all you wanna hate I know you a fake-make no mistake I'm talkin to you Youz a lame uz a shame to the game I say it you know what ya name is (I'm talkin to you) We can shoot it out whenever you wanna Whatever you wanna do boi I'm talkin to you [T.I.] Ay I'm the best you ever heard about, fresher than you heard about Yeah I'm strapped now pussy nigga this ain't just word of mouth For niggaz wit dirty mouths, I got a lotta clean pistols to wash 'em out I'm really finna give yo ass some hotter shit to talk about The goons hit the room now you askin what's this all about Fo' you know it ya noggins split ya bottom teeth is fallin out Got a problem wit patna -I see him in the city and call him out It wasnt for the chopper ain't shit I'm gettin all of mine Pop 'em drop 'em call the plan a wake he out forever more I give it to you straight nigga I don't need a metaphor How many different ways is it to say I'm getting cheddar more A nigga twice as old way mo' popular need to set at all Man I just say it to my pops, maybe he could tell ya better boy Patient in the afterlife I'll waste ya in the after life Even after my life haters be after my life Cuz I'ma do in 06 what took 'em half of they life, man I'm talkin to you [Hook] I'm talkin to you Sucker nigga you can stunt all ya want a stunt I know you won't bust a gun (Yeah I'm talkin to you) Fuck nigga you can hate all you wanna hate I know you a fake-make no mistake I'm talkin to you Youz a lame uz a shame to the game I say it you know what ya name is (I'm talkin to you) We can shoot it out whenever you wanna Whatever you wanna do boi I'm talkin to you [T.I.] I ain't talkin to Jeezy cause thats my brother Ain't talkinto Face cause that's my father Ain't talkin to Bun cause that's my uncle Ain't talkin to Kast cause them ma patnas Ain't talkin to Jigga cause that's my nigga, the Real President carter Gave me Diplomatic Immunity you and me why bother Man all I gotta do is go buy a nigga a charger And he only come in to offer he don't even wanna rob ya You done fucked up and started shit wit some real shit starter You don fought with a chopper holla what it is patna You better keep it proper you know what it is patna This some lightwork ain't even gotta call godfather Mobsta, had the old phantom now the drop son 3rd the king of cloverland, Slim thug is the boss son Paul Wall made me the hardest grill I done bought for For a 100 K ,a 100 carat paul don't wanna talk bra Nigga wouldn't buck won't dare, you just talk tough Don't try to run from me now whatchu thought bra I'm talkin to you [Hook] I'm talkin to you Sucker nigga you can stunt all ya want a stunt I know you won't bust a gun (Yeah I'm talkin to you) Fuck nigga you can hate all you wanna hate I know you a fake-make no mistake I'm talkin to you Youz a lame uz a shame to the game I say it you know what ya name is (I'm talkin to you) We can shoot it out whenever you wanna Whatever you wanna do boi I'm talkin to you [T.I.] I ain't talkin to Buck cause he a real nigga Ain't talkin 2 Pimp cause he a trill nigga Ain't talkin 2 BG cause he like me, with old cases and will kill niggaz I know you wannabe just like me since you got ya new record deal nigga But I don't give a fuck if you like me no second diss ya not trill nigga Ya in ya video wearin white T that don't make you no dope dealer nigga But I ain't talkin bout no bankhead, carver homes, no adamsville nigga You dealin wit a lil gorilla nigga 10 mill later I'm still the nigga Killer Mike, Yung bloodz, David Banner Bonecrusher they remember when y'all ain't feel a nigga Had it out with Chris he still my nigga Sat down,civilized talk about it like niggaz So I ain't never been served get ya facts right nigga For this 40 cal make ya ass act right nigga Coming against the king get ya stats right nigga Wanna talk about nigga, wanna be a hot nigga Gonna be a shot nigga, yeah I say'd it what nigga buck nigga Like Lil Jon I don't give a fuck I give a God damn if I never sell another milla I take my ass right back to sillahillabilla Compound come down everyday sell yay Just like the old days stack another mill up Niggaz ain't ready for the dust that we kick up Go talk shit forget they get hit up You better be bout that shit you kick Like DipSet bitch you trynna get wit us I don't Politic, don't even speak see I don't kiss up Gotta be styles and sheek Jada diss us Diss us...that's goin piss us..see I love it when the government pick niggaz If you don't hang in the air by the name a swizz beats Told mannie fresh he the skateboard P Clay J-G and Just Blaze taking basically I'm talkin 2 you [Hook] I'm talkin to you Sucker nigga you can stunt all ya want a stunt I know you won't bust a gun (Yeah I'm talkin to you) Fuck nigga you can hate all you wanna hate I know you a fake-make no mistake I'm talkin to you Youz a lame uz a shame to the game I say it you know what ya name is (I'm talkin to you) We can shoot it out whenever you wanna Whatever you wanna do boi I'm talkin to you

[spoken] Whats happening man this T.I.P. you kno I like to dedicate this song to anybody who every lost Somebody, to the grave, to the streets, to the jail sail, I done been in situations where I done had to Cope with all three you kno what I'm saying, I feel like the only thing haven't done die you kno..Just Remember where you live while you here ain't half as important as where you gone live when you leave you Kno what I'm saying [Chorus] Life's up and downs they come and go .... But when I die I hope I live in the sky... All my folks who ain't alive I hope they live in the sky.. Pray to God when I die that I live in the sky .. It's true what goes around comes back you kno.. So when I die I hope I love in the sky. All my folk who ain't survive may they live in the sky... Tell God I wanna fly and let me live in the sky... [Verse 1] My cousin Toot ain't have to die right in front of his son and his wife He lost his life struggling over a gun Give a damn what he done that my muthafuckin folk And I love that nigga til death no muthafuckin joke I can feel my eyes feelin the lord is my witness If I catch 'em Imma kill 'em I made it my bizness Back in the day you stayed in my bizness Taught I didnt have to corporate yay in my bizness Coincedently that's why today you not wit me My cousin died ova some yay and I miss em Plus he had his family out let's say she the eye witness But her boyfriend did the shooting judge gave her life sentence I heard that now I'm dressed up in all black Shot up the whole apartments and still and brought back The best friend I had in Jamel I lost that I guess your death was a lesson in life it taught me that [repeat chorus] Life's up and downs they come and go .... But when I die I hope I live in the sky... All my folks who ain't alive I hope they live in the sky.. Pray to God when I die that I live in the sky .. It's true what goes around comes back you kno.. So when I die I hope I love in the sky. All my folk who ain't survive may they live in the sky... Tell God I wanna fly and let me live in the sky... [Verse 2] Who ever seen a nigga go to jail sleep til day two Well thats how sick I was when Jay blew Found out The hard way that whating pour they was tooting Over-dosed on heroin died at 22 If you ain't heard about Daughter she smile just like you So cute even resorts to violence like you You kno you ya baby mama Loose but ha what can you do And I got 4 myself yep it's been a few Now everything I do is for King, messiah, deyjah, demani Lord they all I got so please don't take 'em from me From me standin in the Trap wit corin and sir kap Laughin at the niggas who serve with no strap Tell them niggas man yall Trippin wit no map Ya robbing ask to borrow my pistol ain't no hap Me, you, the crew just fell out ova Dough and a little crack Never could apolygize cause you died that's why they saying.. [repeat chorus] Life's up and downs they come and go .... But when I die I hope I live in the sky... All my folks who ain't alive I hope they live in the sky.. Pray to God when I die that I live in the sky .. It's true what goes around comes back you kno.. So when I die I hope I love in the sky. All my folk who ain't survive may they live in the sky... Tell God I wanna fly and let me live in the sky... [Verse 3] I bet you niggas thinking that I living it up Til you see polices laughing as they pickin me up Went from seeing how many bitches i can fit in the truck To 3 hots and a cot is you kidding or what fuck how Many millions I got nigga so what if I'm hot When I got prices on my head Feds rushing my spot a million Haters wont me dead force to carry me gat But you a seven time felon wat you doing with dat It's a catch 22 either you lose or lose Thats the way the game structured for real niggas to suffer And I ain't never Been a busta alway stood on my feet Like a man prepared to take what ever coming for me A pussy nigga Or polices wit a warrant for me I'm a "G" prepared to die for whats important to me Look anybody in the Eye who say they want it wit me Put up the house and bet the odds if coming from me OG's say I need to Learn and be patient You telling me wit these seven years of probation Pistol charges and a host of Other open cases If niggas only knew the kind of time I was facing I tried to keep it to myself but Sometime I couldn't take it Got 4 kids wit smiles on they faces Mean more to me than my crown and my bracelet Take that away from me and my life is butt naked [repeat chorus] Life's up and downs they come and go .... But when I die I hope I live in the sky... All my folks who ain't alive I hope they live in the sky.. Pray to God when I die that I live in the sky .. It's true what goes around comes back you kno.. So when I die I hope I love in the sky. All my folk who ain't survive may they live in the sky... Tell God I wanna fly and let me live in the sky...

[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 touchy folk, anytime they try Grand Hustle folk Unpleasant folk, what the fuck they arguin' plus and cussin' for? You lucky hoe, couple of years ago I prolly cut your throat I'm rugged though, rather spend somethin' on an ugly folk Well-known flow, man I got this shit from Simpson Road Rather be goin' home insteada hearin' his own fo' A drop top, flip flop, shine as the chrome blow TIP pop out the roof and really up and hardly harmful 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 and 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] 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.] 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 leave 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? Mechanical and summer hill is on three 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 nare Real niggaz recognize, real niggaz and me now You don't know how to slap 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] 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.] 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] 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

[Intro] Hey T.I.P pimpin Hey shorty why you gotta act like that, I'm sayin I'm just tryin to be nice to you [Chorus] Go and tell a nigga no, wit a ass so fat Hey why you wanna go and do that love, huh Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that, do that Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that-that-that In a relationship been faithful to a nigga so whack Hey why you wanna go and do that love, huh Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that, do that Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that-that-that..aye-aye [T.I.] Can't help but notice how you glowing, I can see in yo face Now I just wonder if he know he close to being replaced Swear I treat you like a queen you put me in his place So you can give back his ring and the key to his place Tell the nigga one thing that you need yo space Selling niggaz is one thing you don't need to chase I wanna kiss you everywhere between yo knees and waist Hear the sounds that you makin, get yo knees to shake Holla at me in the A, you feel you need to escape I gotta mansion and a gate, you wit me you safe A Benz, a Phantom and a truck wit 23's the case 600 Gz in the safe, how much cheese it take? This a chance you need to take, ain't no need to wait Say the word we can leave today, this song's special And it feel like faith, make a mistake How the same thing making you say I'm making you stay [Chorus] Go and tell a nigga no, wit a ass so fat Hey why you wanna go and do that love, huh Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that, do that Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that-that-that In a relationship been faithful to a nigga so whack Hey why you wanna go and do that love, huh Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that, do that Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that-that-that..aye-aye [T.I.] I can't touch you like that, and make you feel like this Holla if you came back and it's still like this Do he hit it from the back and make you feel it in yo chest Take advantage of what your concealing in yo dress What, he think he too fresh to show that you the best Compliment you on your hair and legs and treat you wit respect Give you sex til you sweat, tongue kissing on yo neck It's been awhile since she got it like this I bet I can tell you ain't just another bitch I met Ain't nobody got me open like this, not yet Know you confused ain't decided which way you should go yet So how you keep sayin no with yo panties so wet [Chorus] Go and tell a nigga no, wit a ass so fat Hey why you wanna go and do that love, huh Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that, do that Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that-that-that In a relationship been faithful to a nigga so whack Hey why you wanna go and do that love, huh Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that, do that Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that-that-that..aye-aye [T.I.] This nigga playing mind games man I think the time came, that you mind changed you understand Life is like a chess move, you need to make yo next move Yo best move, keep it pimpin' you understand...hey I mean you know what I'm sayin I don showed you how I feel You know what I'm sayin, I put myself all the way out there you know The ball in yo court man, but I just got a question for you... Is you happy?? [Chorus] Go and tell a nigga no, wit a ass so fat Hey why you wanna go and do that love, huh Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that, do that Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that-that-that In a relationship been faithful to a nigga so whack Hey why you wanna go and do that love, huh Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that, do that Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that-that-that..aye-aye

[Swizz Beats] The kings back [T.I. chorus] I got that get it get it I got that get it what you need From soft parts to trees got that get it what you need I got that get it I got that get it what you need From dope boyz and bitches who love dat rd [Chorus 2] Come and get it hey cuz I got it bitch Tell and get it you know I got It bitch [Verse 1] I got my broads if u want 'em On the C.O.D please 5 g's I don't promise but I got good numbers Tote 2 thunder, sat that lumber Got that guacamole holy moly you don't know me See me clean as I wanna be, what these niggas wanna be Shots so bright I can't see niggas standing right in front of me These niggas don't want none of me, this rapping shit is fun to me What I look like beefing wit you nigga yousa son to me Move weight out to Georgia get it cross the water Rive that shit to New York coming all the way from Florida Dope boy trap nigga that's what they call 'em Summer time balla when I buy the mall up [T.I. chorus] I got that get it get it I got that get it what you need From soft parts to trees got that get it what you need I got that get it I got that get it what you need From dope boyz and bitches who love dat rd [Chorus 2] Come and get it hey cuz I got it bitch Tell and get it you know I got It bitch [Verse 2] Mighta seen me getting gas at the Citgo and he sit the six low Riding right beside a 45 and what its hitting fo Shawty ain't bullshitin folk he'll be out be here hitting folks Stick around and try to tell polices what he did it fo Aint nuttin he ain't did before other niggas getting so Blurred wit the pussy and bet some even getting so Long he ain't funny he got that long money Naw money you niggas barely got hit the mall money I'm the perfect example of how to hit the ground running From the trap to busting up how the underground stunting So you still see me down at the underground stunting Ima Westside Bankhead nigga it ain't nothing [T.I. chorus] I got that get it get it I got that get it what you need From soft parts to trees got that get it what you need I got that get it I got that get it what you need From dope boyz and bitches who love dat rd [Chorus 2] Come and get it hey cuz I got it bitch Tell and get it you know I got It bitch [Verse 3] I was raised off Easy, 'Cube, Ice T, 8Ball, MJG, 'Face, Pimp C Ima king just believe me, try me when you see me And niggas start busting like they start busting pushups push a Button shot calling niggas not balling Just doing a lotta loud mouthing and not dogging I got the shit locked from Atlanta to New Orleans Virginia Mississippi Kentucky I run all dat You niggas better fall back, boy grab a ball bat Take it to ya skull, dats gone be the end of all dat Insist on having problems, bet dis revolver will solve dat Hit 'em in the temple then I leave 'em where they fall at [T.I. chorus] I got that get it get it I got that get it what you need From soft parts to trees got that get it what you need I got that get it I got that get it what you need From dope boyz and bitches who love dat rd [Chorus 2] Come and get it hey cuz I got it bitch Tell and get it you know I got It bitch

[Hook:repeat 2X] I like my beat down low(down low, down low, down low, down low) I like my top let back(let back,let back let back, let back) Aye holla if ya like ya [T.I.] Haaaa...Mannie Fresh I got you nigga I'm gonna show these niggaz what to do with one og your beats I'm shuttin the whole block down Here comes trouble homey I'ma tell you how the king like to ride homeboy [Chorus:repeat 2X] I like my beat down low and my top let back, see me ridim 24's wit a chopper in da back, Aye holla if ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back, do ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black. [Verse 1] See I'm the man in my city ain't nobody fuckin wit me you can ask the real niggaz and all the bad bitches I'm a known drug dealer I always have 50's and the thugs and the killers was all in class wit me SS'S on 26's watchin some television Shorty I'm never slippin got the berretta in vision And ready to pop the clip in, ready to get to trippin Ready to show these folks a celebrity pistol whippin Pimp stolen' the automoblie and the roof for the tag missin Polices' try to pursue me it's nothin but gas given Addicted to fast livin, yes I'm one of my dads children Think I'm bad now shoulda seen me before I had children Give dick to ya daddy's daughter and they oughta have children? Hope he got some insurance cause I definitely have some endurance? Kill her in Mississippi and drive her ass to Missouri Still my waint pet drippin' while I'm woddgrain grippin [Chorus] [Verse 2] I got this Pimp squad click i know you hearda bouts us young niggaz filthy rich and we ain't worried bout much on this glock i clutch in god i trust If a fuck nigga start bet his heart i bust Got ya partners and the broad in ya car fucked up What, ya under estimation thought a star wouldn't busk I got the heart and the guts on this purp i blow Move the bricks daily tryin' to tewrk five mo ya see the cadillac swervin down Hollywood Road On the flyest?? in cali fuckin Hollywood ho's on a pill and half with my partner young dro Bumpin Goodie Mob Soul Food number fo Other rappers' old dudes told dudes I'ma pro With a loaded fo fo and a quarter brick of blow (Hey) nigga don't you hit me less you buyin 6 or mo my 24 blades glistenin and my 808 kickin [Chorus] [Verse 3] I wear the crown down under man some body better tell'em For I spit a hundred rounds and have everybody bailin I got some bitches in a Benz and my partners in the Chevy And now we ridin Giovanni's and Asani's on Pirellis If ya ever think ya tryin to run up on me just forget it The clip in the chopper long as ya leg and leave ya shredded Pistol way in the truck got my knife on tuck Ya think he ain't getn stuck you got life fucked up A couple stiches in ya hip will have ya night fucked up Will he live? will he die? Guess he might luck up Meanwhile I'm racin my Ferarri like a light for a buck Against Lamborghini Gallardo everytime I get a car... [Chorus]

[T.I.] Yeah, yeah, uh, aye! What the fuck I gotta worry about now? Nigga you think after weatherin' the storm and comin' from the extremes I came from You think I'ma call all the way and get scared? Ahah! Nah nigga.. I'ma motherfuckin' win Nigga if all this shit go out the window right now man I'm all too familiar with this shit My nigga I'm straight ya dig? Please believe that shit man. Hey! [echoes] [Chorus1 : T.I.] You can keep the car, the clothes, the money and the hoes Just gimme a couple of O's, drop me off at the sto' And I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt Hey you can keep the dancers and the boppers, the plexers and the poppers Let me fill up my Impala, boy holla at my partners And I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt [T.I.] I gotta couple of V's wit' the kits, MPV's on my wrist A lot of glamour and glit's, but shawty I don't need that My beginnin' was a humble one, a hustler I'ma son of one Taught me how to number run, I went from that to number one Had a hundred ones, I bought a slab flipped another one Sold my little three-eighty east, and said I need another gun The littlest in the trap, and gotta pack of ice and bubble gum Junkies hatin' on my stacks, sayin' I'm nuttin but a young Buck, niggaz say, "What?" Then he see me raise up Just wanna see the little boy wit' nuts exchange old niggaz whole face soon 'Cause I spray the nigga's whole face up, wet the nigga from the waist up They try you once and you pull a fall, and then tell 'em shaw' don't play wit 'em I'm fourteen in the dope game and don't care of catchin' no case bruh You can sell to me, that's intentionally, another nigga that it's too late for Hey wait bruh, bet any nigga came from that? Who lose it all the day, I bet he say he changed from that [Chorus2 : T.I.] Hey you can keep the game and the fame, the haters and the lames Just gimme some cocaine and some wood I can slang And I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt Hey you can keep the clones and the clowns, the throne and the crown Well-known in the town that I'm holdin' it down So I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt [B.G.] Okay now, now when I spit it, I spit it how I live it Every verse I ever gave ya, it was fact, nothin' fiction I'ma +Livin' Legend+.. no stuntin', no reppin' You can check my track record, I'm highly respected I'ma gangsta in the game, go ask Lil' Wayne Ask Judge Johnson, how many times he saw my face For, "pistol here, pistol there," "violation here, violation here" Betta ask Rank, I ran the jail when I was there I held it down, where-ever I go When I'm in the A wit' the +King+, or in Detroit in the snow I'ma pro, whether it's movin' snow or movin' 'dro That's between me and you, I can get it for the low But that's nuttin, everybody say they gotta story Mine on "Larry King," theirs is on "Maury" At the end of the day, it seems to won't go away I guarantee +The Heart of the Streetz+ that you pray [Chorus 1] You can keep the car, the clothes, the money and the hoes Just gimme a couple of O's, drop me off at the sto' And I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt Hey you can keep the dancers and the boppers, the plexers and the poppers Let me fill up my Impala, boy holla at my partners And I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt [Young Jeezy] Snowman bitch (bitch), I ride two-seaters (vroom!!) It's a cold world, so I keep two heaters (geyeah!) I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt, you betta ask somebody (body) Matter fact nigga you can just ask me (me) A little over aggressive, yeah I just might be But half the niggaz in the hood just like me (damn!) You wonder why a nigga talk eight balls all day? You should try standin' around wit' eight balls all day (YEEEAAAHHH!!) Somebody pray for me, I don't know nothin' else (AYE!) Why should I help you, when you ain't tryin' to help yourself I came in this game, fresh out the streets (yeah) Who you kiddin' nigga, I put my life on these beats (YEAH!) Fuck bein' broke, this a reality check (check) While you mad at ya girl, ya betta check reality (AHAH!) Gotta crawl 'fore you walk, you gotta think before you talk Damn right they gon' hate (geyeah!), 'cause them niggaz aren't straight (AHAH!) [Chorus 2] Hey you can keep the game and the fame, the haters and the lames Just gimme some cocaine and some wood I can slang And I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt Hey you can keep the clones and the clowns, the throne and the crown Well-known in the town that I'm holdin' it down So I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt [Pimp C - talking after song ends] Say what it do? Young Pimp C know what I'm talkin 'bout? Yeah, nigga want me to speak on some "king" shit, know what I'm sayin'? On the cool y'know.. young nigga T.I. jumped out there said he was the king of the south He ruffled a whole lotta niggaz' feathers But niggaz didn't really understand what the nigga was talkin 'bout Y'know.. and uh.. so everybody had it twisted but.. me I understood from the get go That what the nigga was tryin' to put in these motherfuckin' stupid ass niggaz' faces!! Was the fact that it's a whole bunch of kings down here And as long as you takin' care of yo' business and doin' king shit you a king! What these niggaz shoulda been tryin' to do was tryin' to get close to the nigga And get some understandin' about the type of game He was tryin' to put in these motherfuckin' niggaz' ear holes! Understand what I'm sayin'? So I'm layin' back I'm watchin' the game from the sideline Know what I'm talkin 'bout? And I'm seein' all these ol' pussy ass niggaz out here Talkin 'bout they this and they that, but they really ain't doin' nothin! 'Cause they motherfuckin' paper ain't right When I see them in the street, they diamonds fake! Know what I'm talkin 'bout? They shit ain't cut right, ya shit ain't right! Shit cloudy and chipped up, know what I'm talkin 'bout? And them niggaz talkin 'bout they "trill niggaz" Don't even know what the motherfuckin' word mean! Know what I'm talkin 'bout? This comin' from the O.G. style trill Know what I'm talkin 'bout? Not these ol' fake ass niggaz Tryin' to come on the scene later on and tryin' to take glory for some shit Some other niggaz paid dues for, know what I'm talkin 'bout? So this is what is.. we bringin' Georgia and Texas together All you ol' BITCH ASS NIGGAS that ain't down wit' the play Move on to the side, all you old school rappers like 'Pac say You niggaz flabby, lookin' like Larry Holmes BACK YO' BITCH ASS UP!! And, and, and, and move around for the South 'Cause it's our time to shine, know what I'm talkin 'bout? Now let's do this shit!

I'm a pimp tight, nigga ridin clean after midnight, Ready for the gun play, prepared for a fistfight, Run up on your bitch and ask her what that pussy hit like ? At first she actin' funny, but in a minute i knew she'd get right, Get down, got her fuckin' with another bitch now, I'm king of all ice so remember this tip town, And you ain't ready pussy nigga better set it down, We mag night and rock steady nigga spittin rounds, Turn ur stomach to spaghetti when you hit the ground, Toss the choppas in the chevy now we mashin down, Camilton, countin' all your benjamins and hamiltons, As far as I'm concerned your just a job for the janitors, Don't disregard i'm a guard your an amature, Hidin' behind your body guards and your manager, I pimp hard through all the pages in the calender, Bitch is Pimp Squad, its all action no cameras, [Chorus] You know what it is, You know what it is, You know what it is, You know what is is, Shorty we bury niggaz, Shorty we bury niggaz, Shorty we bury niggaz, Shorty we bury niggaz, ... THE UNDERTAKER You know what it is, You know what it is, You know what it is, You know what is is, Shorty we bury niggaz, Shorty we bury niggaz, Shorty we bury niggaz, Shorty we bury niggaz, ... THE UNDERTAKER Yo, standin on the trap with me, mashin' me is best for me 1000 round magazine, my partner say no attemptin me Im A to the average B, respiratory ??, fruit chevy, H-IC, my lyrics hit like HIV Spray by me, state patrol, murder comes like day to me, Bullets chip your l-i-p and dirty all your h-i-p's Shout out to your homies where they're feedin um through they IV, From the westside where they say I be, The way i be, the ruler of all i survery I be, Laid back, Yay's back, Triple Kiwi Maybach, Weed match the benz, Cush triple kiwi'd 80 pack, Old school baby crack, I'm tryin' to bring the 80's back, Haitians give me hated crack, cuz my momma hated crack, Til' we got evicted and I came through and done ate his ass, Playa back, we rhyme we i live, I'm a zone 3 hustla niggaz know what it is, [Chorus] You know what it is, You know what it is, You know what it is, You know what is is, Shorty we bury niggaz, Shorty we bury niggaz, Shorty we bury niggaz, Shorty we bury niggaz, ... THE UNDERTAKER You know what it is, You know what it is, You know what it is, You know what is is, Shorty we bury niggaz, Shorty we bury niggaz, Shorty we bury niggaz, Shorty we bury niggaz, ... THE UNDERTAKER May we all bow our heads, and pray for this nigga, The undertakers comin any day for this nigga, They hate um' in the hood, from the dreams he been sellin', I read the paperwork and it seems you was tellin', You know what it is, and you know who I'm talkin' bout, When the feds came, I didn't open up my mouth, What you scared for ?, niggaz know you've been a hoe, It was like homie, shit was all good just a week ago, Get the goons ready start up your vehicle, And shoot at any fuckin' car you ain't seen before, Pick up the shells, and we use an automatic, They gave 50 years to my nigga lil' travis, Wee i'm movin trap, and let um trip over the wires, And then he'll be layin', right by the preacher and the choir, Catch um before I do, T.I. go and handle your biz, When you see me holler at me homie you know what it is ... [Chorus] You know what it is, You know what it is, You know what it is, You know what is is, Shorty we bury niggaz, Shorty we bury niggaz, Shorty we bury niggaz, Shorty we bury niggaz, ... THE UNDERTAKER You know what it is, You know what it is, You know what it is, You know what is is, Shorty we bury niggaz, Shorty we bury niggaz, Shorty we bury niggaz, Shorty we bury niggaz, ... THE UNDERTAKER

Ay, I know you done kicked it with a lot of niggas before
But ye ain't never kicked it with a nigga like me, though
(Hey, Hey)

I see ya baby, throw ya hands up high
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy
Because the rocks gon' glisten and the drop's on 20's
Bend it over, let it drop if you wanna roll wit me
I say all my sexy ladies throw ya hands up high
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy
Because it don't get better, niggas don't gett cheddar
Like that fella in the yellow Purple Label silk sweater

Bitch, stones keep glowin' on my wrist like whoa
And she can't stop lookin,' I know ya bitch like those
And she chose, ain't no question if the bitch might blow
Just get her to the crib, get her whole back sore
I'ma blow my dro, I'ma pop my pill
Ask anybody, "Wanna take a shot? I will"
Might see me in a different color drop hot wheel
With the top down low and the Glock concealed
I got mine high up, boostin,' racin' up the block, one mil
If the police try to chase me, you know they a done deal
I got skills, anybody wanna come test
Bet what's in this .45 be up in your chest
Yeah, I know ladies wanna kick it with a nigga so fresh
Who could spend 100k any day, no stress
The watch's insane, the chains is grotesque
Stay still if you wanna, like he ain't earn cash

I see ya baby, throw ya hands up high
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy
Because the rocks gon' glisten and the drop's on 20's
Bend it over, let it drop if you wanna roll wit me
I say all my sexy ladies throw ya hands up high
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy
Because it don't get better, niggas don't get cheddar
Like that fella in the yellow Purple Label silk sweater

If you got a man and you're tired of being there
And done gave him too many chances and tired of being fair
I offer you the opportunity to ride with a playa
You, me and a couple of freaks in the ride with a playa
Nevermind those outside when they stare
'Cause the chrome 24's on the ride give a glare
Because it's one guy and you decided to share
As long as you having the time of your life, who cares?
Man, we all sinners, what matters is in the center
I know God see my heart and I'm a stand up nigga
You can't beat me 'cause ye ain't man enough nigga
I look him in the eye and tell him, "Man up, nigga!"
You really getting money? Throw a grand up, nigga
Wanna fight? You should've hit me when you ran up, nigga
This Smith & Wesson hammer 'bout to slam, fuck niggas
Go and kick it with the hoes, throw ya hands up with 'em

I see ya baby, throw ya hands up high
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy
Because the rocks gon' glisten and the drop's on 20's
Bend it over, let it drop if you wanna roll wit me
I say all my sexy ladies throw ya hands up high
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy
Because it don't get better, niggas don't get cheddar
Like that fella in the yellow Purple Label silk sweater

Niggas ain't know me 'cause I live so special
Try to stay low key but I'm still so special
Flat screen's in the floor, quarter mil' in the dresser
Jewelry box glowing like a long lost treasure
I'm chillin' with Vanessa, met a girl named Heather
Told her "Hi, how ya doin'? Buy a drink? My pleasure"
Told her if she got a homegirl, go tell her
That I got a hard rug, I could go for whatever
She said that if Vanessa wanna touch it, just let her
She laughed out loud, shocked 'cause just met her
Bought the dro', get low, and its only one-fifth
And it's four pills left, do you wanna come with?

I see ya baby, throw ya hands up high
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy
Because the rocks gon' glisten and the drop's on 20's
Bend it over, let it drop if you wanna roll wit me
I say all my sexy ladies throw ya hands up high
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy
Because it don't get better, niggas don't get cheddar
Like that fella in the yellow Purple Label silk sweater

[Intro] Alright man, y'all win I won't say it, at least for this song, hey [Verse 1] Said they lookin for the realest, well I'm real as it get Rap to the nigga dealin hard who live in the jects Til some better nigga wit her, ain't delivered 'em yet My mouth is, but I got a pistol bigger than that I live and die by my respect so I honor the code Peep niggaz who be out here flexin, stuntin for hoes And if you ain't never chose to remember nothin before Just know the game is some you win, some you don't But you already begin again, start, it go Learn to shoot a pistol, flip a O, how hard it go Man if you ain't ever heard of Pimp Squad before You better ask a real nigga or a broad you know Cause you ain't ready for the pros, get it outta ya brain You in over your head, way out of your lane I been sayin I'm filthy rich and got it from caine So would you say them niggaz know if they done got it the same, right? [Chorus] Cause you know who, you know what Of the you know where, goin against us, too unfair Cause everywhere you do a show, we got kinfolk there And now you know I ain't no more, not a tinfolk there It's you know who, you know what Of the you know where, beef now don't you go there And if you do, don't use our copy producers, he won't care If he leave the hood alone, pimpin he won't share man [Verse 2] I know you think you out there gettin it in But whatcha doin, I done did it once and did it again I had a trap between runnin while living in sin He done settlin down, turnin nine millin or ten I give a damn if I never sell a million again I gotta thank you a million for just lettin me in But now I'm settlin in, gettin used to the view On top, won't stop til I'm huger than you Gon flop? Who? Me, pimp you losin your screws We gotta dope if you lettin niggaz shoot into you You ain't ready for the shit I'm introducin to you The roof in the back of the park ain't translucent as you So now your nigga dressin up, man do what you do I got style, pimp, it's more than just the suit and the shoe This been proven, I'm the truth, stamp government seal I'm more than any of these other niggaz, just Southern with deals, for real [Chorus] Cause you know who, you know what Of the you know where, goin against us, too unfair Cause everywhere you do a show, we got kinfolk there And now you know I ain't no more, not a tinfolk there It's you know who, you know what Of the you know where, beef now don't you go there And if you do, don't use our copy producers, he won't care If he leave the hood alone, pimpin he won't share man

I keep telling myself
Man I'm living the good life
I'm living the good life
I keep telling myself
Man I'm living the good life
I'm living the good life
I'm on top of the world
I'm on top of the world
I'm on top of the world
I'm on top of the world
I was born into poverty
raised I the sewerage
Streets always
would be a part of me
it made me the truest
And even when my days
were the bluest
I never ran from adversity
instead I ran to it
Fear ain't in the heart of me
I learned just do it
You get courage in your fears
right after you go through it
Now I come through
in a Coupe on 22s
That ain't bad for a nigga
who ain't even finish school
Don't get me wrong
I never been a fool
I just put off graduating
for a pair of tennis shoes
I used to use the beat to
paint my pain
But nowadays man
I can't complain
I got several automobiles
and they all on thangs
Several size of tangent
and they all in one chain
Used to see me in the mall
I'm the same
And get a couple broads giving
brain on the plane
I keep telling myself
Man I'm living the good life
I'm living the good life
I keep telling myself
Man I'm living the good life
I'm living the good life
I'm on top of the world
I'm on top of the world
I'm on top of the world
I'm on top of the world
I come from Chi Town
lost and found in the struggle
Where dudes say stay safe
and stay out of trouble
Speak is muffed the law
and B gon try to cuff you
Those with duffles move weight
and have muscles
I came through the dirt
with a verse for the people
Open up for Daddy Kane
and Easy up at the Regal
The radio rarely put their
needle on my record
They ain't see how the hood
and heaven were connected
Sounds projected
ain't show how effective
Lessons learned
sessions turned to life reflected
And everything I found real
in life know I kept it
They say life's a teacher
you're gonna get tested
When a nigga changed
they keep saying that nigga strange
Couldn't see how my mind
won't be the lame
Ahead of my time
I caught up with the game
Making good music making
paper making change
I keep telling myself
Man I'm living the good life
I'm living the good life
I keep telling myself
Man I'm living the good life
I'm living the good life
I'm on top of the world
I'm on top of the world
I'm on top of the world
I'm on top of the world
I put on gasoline drawers
I stood in the fire
With enough heat to set the
hood on fire
Man you niggaz think Suge
was off the wire
You should've seen the squad
before I had Messiah
We assumed the title as the
number one supplier
Felt like I was selling
blow since I was in diapers
And wish a nigga
would come try us
We was cool with the killers
best friends with the lifers
Quick to up and scrap
with niggaz who want to deny
For what we considered
then as a lucrative empire
But like that pimping time
flash by you
Now I wonder what the judge
think as he reading my priors
Prison ain't full
and the reefer ain't bias
You ain't got to tell
and distant the liars
Gave the jail hell
and shot birds at the hearse
Lived through worse
and reversed the curse
I keep telling myself
Man I'm living the good life
I'm living the good life
I keep telling myself
Man I'm living the good life
I'm living the good life
I'm on top of the world
I'm on top of the world
I'm on top of the world
I'm on top of the world

[Governor] Hello.. [×9] [T.I. - Verse 1] Hey, what's happenin'? It's been a minute, huh? I'm just hollerin' How you doin? It's been a minute since I seen ya, I fell off for the scene, Cuz it seem like you wanted other things than da king, Why you fightin', fussin', cussin', and disagreein' wit da king? When you got cribs, cars, bling, and a king wit da king? Is the grass as green as it seemed in ya dreams, Are you gettin all the things that you needed and I ain't bring, Does it satisfy your self-esteem bein seen on da screen, Is this new nigga the real thing or is just a lil' fling? Did he buy a nice bracelet and get ya a lil' ring? Or give you all the attention and the lil' things? He know what to do with the stuff you stuff in them lil' jeans? Do he stand up and lean in it 'til you start screamin'? Or smack your ass and kiss your G-String to start eatin? (muah), You get how you need it, not only when it's convenient, I just pick up the phone and call you every week or two to let you know I miss you, To see how that other nigga treatin' you. [Hook - Governor] I remember morning, noon, and night I used to hold you tight I know we used to fuss and fight But I'm just calling to say (hello) Hello, (hello, oh baby) See time has a funny way of keeping us close Even though we never stayed, toghether I just wanted to say (hello) hello (hello) [T.I. - Verse 2] Hello? Ay, it's me, Hey, what's happenin? How ya doin? I know plenty of niggas pursuin' them panties, all for the screwin', Fly you down to Miami, Let you walk the red carpet wit a ? at da Grammys, But I'm what he can never be, a boss, understand me? He pose and take ? things he buy for ya, He got you a rose, but that don't mean he'd die for ya, Hey, maybe I got too much pride to cry for ya, But not too much to call you and tell you that I adore ya, And tell you how I'm missin you, lovin you, and kissin you, And think about the good old days and wanna visit you, This song I'd like to listen to whenever reminisicin' you, You, stay on my mind nevermind how I picture you, Think about the past and all the time that I spent witchu, Rubbin on that ass from behind as I dig in you, Never been a doubt in my mind that I was diggin' you, How I love you shorty, you'll never find another nigga to [Hook - Governor] I remember morning, noon, and night I used to hold you tight I know we used to fuss and fight But I'm just calling to say (hello) Hello, (hello, oh baby) See time has a funny way of keeping us close Even though we never stayed, toghether I just wanted to say (hello) hello (hello) [Governor - Verse 3] Every now and then I think of you, And I can't lie I be wantin' you, But I understand that I'm not your man, And I also know that the future's not in your hands Every now and then I'd call you to say how you doin, And baby I miss you, Girl, this is just to say hello, Hello Baby. [Hook - Governor] I remember morning, noon, and night I used to hold you tight I know we used to fuss and fight But I'm just calling to say (hello) Hello, (hello, oh baby) See time has a funny way of keeping us close Even though we never stayed, toghether I just wanted to say (hello) hello (hello) (Hello, hello.. [fades])

[Intro]
Grand Hustle Pimp...
Hey, what's happenin' shorty?
Me being a true player and all
I mean you know as a stand up guy you know
I really hate to say I told you so
But, man I told you so
Back when we said we were goin to run this shit man
When we said Pimp Squad Click, Grand Hustle was the business
When we said their was a whole 'nother side of Atlanta
Another bunch of muthafuckers in the trap, y'all didn't know.

[Chorus:]
Man, I told you so
They thought a pimp wasn't supposed to blow
Because I was rappin' about movin' O's and blow
Pimp I told you so
They thought that Outkast closed the door
And Ludacris came in and sold his 4
Man, I told you so
The Mac, C-Rod, Kuntry and Dro
And AK had the coldest flow
Nigga, I told you so
I said the future right up under your nose
You thought the south wouldn't explode no more
Remember, I told you so.

[T.I.:]
Way back when Kriss-Kross was hollerin' "Jump" on your tube
They was still gettin' jumped at school, we used to tote them tools
Don't get me wrong I'll give respect to them dudes
But approach us wrong, and we'll smoke them fools, ain't no joke it's the truth
Fuck a hater, let 'em do what it do
I'm busy now, but I'll be through in a few
And then I'm comin' for you
So keep shit talkin' like it's somethin' to do
I'll spend a 100 grand get a killer somethin' to do
I been hustlin' since 92' when I heard UGK
Hollerin' "Pocket Full of Stones" I was on my way
Had a history in the yay, before I started to trap
13, let me take you back farther than that
When my uncles was baggin' blocks, used to count the stacks
I was only 8, and my grand-daddy can vouch for that
And my pops had alot of work, alot of folk he got 'em work
And ran numbers, said if he ain't wanna, he ain't gotta work
Why I sold rocks, I guess I got from pops
My uncles ? man ? a chip off the old block
The nigga you hear now the same one from off the old block
Who used to stand on Front St. and get off the old block.

[Chorus:]
Man, I told you so
They thought a pimp wasn't supposed to blow
Because I was rappin' about movin' O's and blow
Pimp I told you so
They thought that Outkast closed the door
And Ludacris came in and sold his 4
Man, I told you so
The Mac, C-Rod, Kuntry and Dro
And AK had the coldest flow
Nigga, I told you so
I said the future right up under your nose
You thought the south wouldn't explode no more
Remember, I told you so.

I remember the P$C, Mr. Mike, David Banner and me and Young Bloods
Ran through Atlanta with heat, when even Atlanta was sleep
Nigga, back before you heard of me
I was middle man into servin' keys when KC was serving 3
I'm on top because I deserved to be
So simmer down, calm your nerves at least
Speak your words with peace
Before you lay out on the curb deceased
Think about it, it's absurd to beat
I took my songs to street
He told me dope boy was the bomb in the street
Since then, my name rang like alarms in the street
Who knew how long it would be
If only LA knew how wrong he could be
I told you ain't nobody stronger than me.

[Chorus:]
Man, I told you so
They thought a pimp wasn't supposed to blow
Because I was rappin' about movin' O's and blow
Pimp I told you so
They thought that Outkast closed the door
And Ludacris came in and sold his 4
Man, I told you so
The Mac, C-Rod, Kuntry and Dro
And AK had the coldest flow
Nigga, I told you so
I said the future right up under your nose
You thought the south wouldn't explode no more
Remember, I told you so.

This southern rap shit of the day is something I helped design
Puerto Rico of the mix show I'll let you know who the next in line
The Snowman, Paul Wall, the Thug ?
Alot of other niggas shouldn't of even been signed
That's a opinion of mine
Because these niggas be neglectin' the grind
Ain't waitin' on nobody to let me shine, I'm a go get me mine
And then they wonder why they checks behind.
Cause TIP was 20k? Back in the day, need me to press rewind
What be on these niggas mind? Man don't get me to lyin'
I seen your kind, dopeboy, and that ain't even you kind
Ain't never sold a gram of crack, and ain't no need of your tryin'
Back in the trap, pimp I don't see him survivin'.

[Chorus:]
Man, I told you so
They thought a pimp wasn't supposed to blow
Because I was rappin' about movin' O's and blow
Pimp I told you so
They thought that Outkast closed the door
And Ludacris came in and sold his 4
Man, I told you so
The Mac, C-Rod, Kuntry and Dro
And AK had the coldest flow
Nigga, I told you so
I said the future right up under your nose
You thought the south wouldn't explode no more
Remember, I told you so.

What's happenin nigga Hey, hey, hey, hey [Chorus] I got my 44's, and my dro And my Chevy on 24's And my hoe, now where am I supposed ta go I got my 44's, and my dro And my Chevy on 24's And my hoe, now where am I supposed ta go [T.I.] Ridin in the chevy 44's on the seat With a quarter of blow get low lemme see No tags to license, the trunk loaded with d Ridin fluids in the engine, when know to be If you wanna assault make it stop you must be fuckin' with me If they don't wanna die tonight They best stop fuckin' with me Ima pull over and boy hom And my cousins start beat And they gon hide me in home when they lookin' for me [Young Dro] We the neighborhood superstar Pimp a chevy pullin' hard Thousand dollars worth of daimons In the trunk with rockstars Couldn't fill cowards hearts When they see us on the block Swirvin' in juicy fo bustin' shots just because The hell I care about gettin caught Im makin' mils at 12 o'clock Back in the spot with the same old serve and drop I pull a hoe in Bangkok, drop her off at 10 spot Im burnin' rubber fuck the cops [Chorus] I got my 44's, and my dro And my Chevy on 24's And my hoe, now where am I supposed ta go I got my 44's, and my dro And my Chevy on 24's And my hoe, now where am I supposed ta go [P$C] Cadillac that put a boss in holstrum and own that Set up Pimp Squad hoe what's happenin' Westside gettin them panties, snap Tracks should I do the Laffy Taffy I said I do to make the pussy happy Lets get 'em home over our Virginia Step aside a sweet nigga You in here for a lil fender bender Baby just remember make it quick You niggas kinda know me i'm the shit Im the in the bubble, push Chevy Well at least that's what it smells like Hit the gas, poof, I run out the tailpipe Tailpipe that's all these hoes wanna lick for the night Treat them like Tina beat the pussy in the ya car and be ight That's right ridin' in sittin' on the 28's Sounds like a stadium, you woulda got your brains sprayed Get you runnin' like Vick What the fucks on ya hood This is Mr. Westside [Chorus] I got my 44's, and my dro And my Chevy on 24's And my hoe, now where am I supposed ta go I got my 44's, and my dro And my Chevy on 24's And my hoe, now where am I supposed ta go Tell 'em where i'm goin', i'm steppin' out Singin' on the high life Windows up in the clouds over nothin' On my counsel that's where I got my gun as for that After that get the finger role and blow one I got the violent bitches make 'em freak fuck all night Hoes know killas on the Westside Earn stripes make the money turn right This the kid just to get my peeps and my grillz swirvin' Off church street all the pimp blockin' the street I was born up in Bankhead Dro you all 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? Of my ?? 10 screens folded, my Chevy watchin' enemy Ridin' down 6th about the West rockin' and leanin' on me Purple don't mean to me, the hoes on premolean Lawful house charges [Chorus] I got my 44's, and my dro And my Chevy on 24's And my hoe, now where am I supposed ta go I got my 44's, and my dro And my Chevy on 24's And my hoe, now where am I supposed ta go