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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
[Chorus]
Money, hoes, cars and clothes Thats how all my niggas know Blowin dro on 24's Thats how all my niggas roll Money, hoes, cars and clothes Thats how all my niggas know Blowin dro on 24's Thats how all my niggas roll [T.I.] I’m in a drop top chevy with the roof wide open My partners looking at me to see if my eyes open Cause I've been drankin, and I've been smokin And flying down 2-85 but I'm focused Its a four fifty four, where it says I raise pulsions White leather seats, as fresh as air forces I say I’m doing 'bout a hundred but the track still bumping Number 8 on NWA straight out of Compton Pull up in your apartment sitting on 20somethins’ And the dope boys, Holleing “whut’s happened” The kids running inn, the clicks start dancing’ And the broads start choosing And the cars been parked but the rims keep moving Sign pictures by the young in the hood I throw the deuce, cause I ain't Hollywood I come from the hood I'm use to So if your rear view shaking And your seats vibrating 24 inch jays got the chevrolet skay making [Chorus] Money, hoes, cars and clothes Thats how all my niggas know Blowin dro on 24's Thats how all my niggas roll Money, hoes, cars and clothes Thats how all my niggas know Blowin dro on 24's Thats how all my niggas roll [T.I.] I'll make a mill and I'm satisfied, I'll get the rest At the age of seventeen, and the tightes' rides, I want the best I refuse to get a 9 to 5, I'm a flip my keys I been paying my dues since 89, trying to get my cheese My diamonds gleam when I'm on the scene They know its me, aint no dream or no fantasy bitch its T.I.P Broad busting like a baby do a blanket 5 karats of BBS’S on my motherfucking pinkie Half of hennessy and belevedere what we dranking Pimps score send for broads what the hell you niggas thinkin Yall niggas spend a weekend on the islands in the fallin’ 24 we shining when I'm riding cause I'm ballin I'm calling out shots like a pool shark, my tools spark Send a dawg when a fool marks, yall fools hards In the wrong place and the wrong time I got a strong mind, to grab my dro nine And shoot at your ass for a long time But I'm a get that ass all dog Fuck around with the click And get shot like a dick with a stick Yall soul.. so yall lost Amma ball at all costs, spit game at a dame Look around at this thang till she falls off, That’s a bold off I got the…. [Chorus] Money, hoes, cars and clothes Thats how all my niggas know Blowin dro on 24's Thats how all my niggas roll Money, hoes, cars and clothes Thats how all my niggas know Blowin dro on 24's Thats how all my niggas roll [T.I.] Hey I ain’t bouncing Li’l shorty, I'm relaxing right now I probably still be trappin if I wasnt rapping right now Bragging bout’ pistols at the house, guess whos strapped right now And keep on talking amma lay you on your back right now Wanna act right now, get smacked right now I'm a bankhead motherfucka, I dont know to back down Clown down ye fake am your friend Talkin’ bout’ u makin’-nothing’ I'm 21 in 10 year deep, that shit to me ain't nothing Getting played by the niggas getting head for the change Who u led want to spray And your dead from decay They ain't ready for the raid pay heavy for the yay I told my class to kiss my ass I make a 11 everyday [chorus] Money, hoes, cars and clothes Thats how all my niggas know Blowin dro on 24's Thats how all my niggas roll Money, hoes, cars and clothes Thats how all my niggas know Blowin dro on 24's Thats how all my niggas roll |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Money, hoes, cars and clothes That's how all my niggaz know Blowin dro, twenty-fo' That's how all my niggaz roll [T.I.] In a drop top chevy with the roof wide open My partners looking at me to see if my eyes open Cause I've been drankin, and I've been smokin Flying down 285 but I'm focused Four fifty four's, I race Porsches White leather seats, as fresh as Air Forces Doing bout a hundred but the track still bumping Number 8 on N.W.A., "Straight Outta Compton" Pull up at your apartment sitting on 20 somethings And the dope boys hollin "what's hapnin", kid runnin in The clicks start dancin and the broads start choosin And the cars been parked but the rims keep movin Sign pictures by the hundred, to the youngins in the hood Cause I ain't hollywood, I come from the hood I'm used to it, if your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating 24 inch Daytons got the Chevrolet shaking [Chorus] [T.I.] I'll make a mill' and I'm satisfied, I'll get the rest Underaged civilian in the tigthest ride, I want the best I refuse to get a 9 to 5, I'm a flip my ki's Been payin my dues since eighty-nine, trying to get my cheese Diamonds gleam when I'm on the scene, they know its me Ain't no dream or no fantasy (biitch) it's T-I-P Brought busting, like a baby do a blanket Five karat VVS's on my motherfucking pinkie Half of Hennessy and Belvedere What we dranking, pimp squad send for broads What the hell you niggaz thinkin Young nigga spendin weekends on the islands in the fall 24 inch rim shining when I'm riding cause I'm ballin I'm calling out shots like a pool shark My tools spark in the dark when I fool marks Y'all fools hearts in the wrong place at the wrong time I got a strong mind to grab my chrome nine And shoot at your ass for a long time But I'm a get that ass hauled off, fuck around with the click they'll be lookin for your dick wit a stick Nigga y'all soft, so y'all lost, cause I'ma ball at all costs Spit game at a dame, make her ride on this thang 'til she falls off and sucks balls off, I got the [Chorus] [T.I.] I'm not boucing little shorty, I'm relaxing right now I probably still be trappin if I wasnt rapping right now Bragging about pistols at the house, I want 'em strapped right now Keep on talkin folk, I'll lay you on your back right now Want ta act right now, get smacked right now I'm a buck a motherfucker, I don't know to back down Clown down here fakin, frontin Talkin bout what you makin - nothin I'm 21 and 10 years deep, that shit to me ain't nothin I'm raised by the niggaz gettin head from the jays Lose your leg when I spray, end up dead from the 'K Stay ready for the raid, paid heavy from the yae I told my class to kiss my ass, I smoke 11 everyday [Chorus] - (fades) |
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| from T.I. - T.I. Presents P$C - 25 To Life (2005) | |||||
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from Young Buck - Buck The World (2006)
(Jazze Pha)
Ladies and Gentlemen.. (Hook - Young buck) I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers Holla "WOOP, WOOP" homie if you see them laws I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers Holla "WOOP WOOP" homie if you see them laws (Chorus: Pimp C) I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine (tryna make it do what it do) Just another young nigga havin' thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it) I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine (tryna make it do what it do) Just another young nigga havin' thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it) (Verse 1 - Young Buck) I'm in the Porche no passenger Feelin' like a filthy rich drug trafficker See didn't nobody give me shit, I got my ass on that interstate Made sure momma had food on that dinner plate You not a boss if you ain't never took a loss Some birds never landed, but 'least I didn't get caught We don't even use scales, niggaz break off a brick Whatever over is yours, homie just take it and get They gave Big Paul life, but I ain't thinkin' 'bout stoppin' 'Cause soon he try to quit, that's when the feds came got him Ain't nothin' in my name, and 50 cleaned up mine I'm still paranoid though from what I left behind Gotta put me some gloves on, they f**kin' wit Buck now Tryna slow me down, got me pissin' in cups now Three Kings on a mission, see we got it for cheap You put us together, nigga the streets finna eat YEAHH (Chorus) (Verse 2 - T.I.) Hey Remember standin' in the trap wit 5 or 6 over-vision and a pirat That nigga who oderderd that quarter ki ain't even came by yet Blew a whole O of dro, and I ain't even high yet Spent 4 G's or mo', and I ain't even fly yet Viper truck, Bentley grill, big wheel pimpin' They done gave us 20 mil, well big deal pimpin' Think we fakin' when we spittin', better get real pimpin' 'Cause we still will kill, you just better chill pimpin' Get it how he used to live, and keep on fakin' for the women In life we all make decisions even when faced with collisions Like me at 13, out in no supervision Straight thug livin', bumpin' pot drug-dealin' Seen daily on the block, need Yay we on the block Keep the hatin' to yourself, 'cause that AK be on the block Dougy C be in the V, me and KT, we in the drop Went from standin' on the block wit rock, to standin' on the top (Chorus) (Verse 3 - Young Jeezy) Let's go 1 for the bread, and 2 for the blow Mr. seventeen five, ya damn right it's gon' snow Told y'all I was gon' blow, kinky B said so Or not, back to chargin' 600 for an O Ain't nothin' to a G, shit I been here before (True) LA hoop nigga, all you gotta do is score I turn the brick into a label, nigga I'm a boss Brush my teeth in the morning, I ain't even gotta floss (Haha) Sold two million records, and half a million O's (Damn) Add it all up, it's 'bout a billion rocks You can't be serious, you niggaz ain't fo' real Just my ears alone, is like a quarter a mil' (That's right) Hit ya by the tech, and blow half the budget (Yup) I do it for the streets and mutha f**kers love it Just copped the new Bent, you know ya boy pay cash Now that's Thug Motivation for your mutha f**kin' ass (HaHa) Wassup (Chorus) (Hook - Young Buck) I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers Holla "WOOP, WOOP" homie if you see them laws I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers Holla "WOOP, WOOP" homie if you see them laws |
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from T.I. - Paper Trail (2008)
[Talking]
Yeeaaaa... Hey, hey, hey, hahahaha Aight Toomp man, this what the folkes been waitin on I guess, That's right Let's give it to 'em baby Grand Hustle nigga, Aye man they been waitin on this shit since "What You Know" huh? Yeaaaa It's the king bitch Aight my nigga, the wait is over nigga Hey, hey [Verse 1] One for da money, two for da show dawg, Three for the niggas hatin' on da low, ya'll know a picture worth a million words I'ma show ya'll Death before da son, a family before all Witout da braids I'm da closest thing to O-Dawg Minus the testimony, Say it ain't so, homie! Hey, Shawty like that, don't he? World hopped off my jock, I got him right back on it OH! Step back brush myself off, Pick business back up, right where I left off, I can show my dope, dat other guy just talk, Aye, where I live just as big as yo projects, dog Aye, haha Better check my swagga How I walk, how I talk, how I stack dat chedda, What I drive, how I dress, nigga looks just betta, Hundred stacks on that nigga I'm just...Betta Hahahahaha Somebody better tell 'em mayne They swag owe my swag everything Very plain to see you study me awful hard To the point that my swag need a bodyguard I'd like to thnik to thank you cuz uhh ya'll oughta be Havin' ya'll swags sendin mines an apology A lot of little mes, I see, got beef But what's the possibility, stop, see, you not me Hardly work for hella beams, Step up to the guillotine Get decapitated, Don't see how half you rappas made it Say good...bye to the fame and the fortune Say la vi What the game need with you, nigga? They got me I ride through the city so clean, Seat really low, auto-mo billies, so pretty, but I'm illy tho No comparison Ain't a nigga mo' thorough than this gangsta american Flow, dope or da heroin, King like Evalyn, Champaigne mayne So durranged and buligerant Ranked up there with Benjamin Who? Andre 3K, B.I.G., Jay-Z, UGK, Scarface, Machievelli the great, Wayne, Common, Kanye and Lupe So f**k what you say You welcome to ask who you made, Bet they say as of today, I'm back on top like a toupe Hey All objections overruled It's overdue both high, and sober too, I'm so high up over you, Same guy you see in the streets it's as fly as here in the booth, So don't be surprised when you meet me to see that I'm really the truth, Oooo So uncoof Nigga, who want proof? Must agree that shit idea, Can't no one undo, I stay on my 1,2 Nigga who want 2? Turn a brunch into a brawl, Do what you gon' do, I'm wired Hot as a bitch and still, Cool as a fridge and dear, This year I'm on a mission dear, Think that was somethin'? Listen here... |
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from Drama - Gangsta Grillz : The Album Vol.2 (2009)
You know I represent the A Town and I ain't gon' stop
And we forever stay down that why we on top Catch me on Bankhead sittin' on fo's I don't give a damn how many records I sold I'ma represent the A Town Let me welcome you to the A Town Bankhead Westside nigga A Town Adamville, Alley Temple Nigga A Town, aye and I said I jumped off the post Center Hill I was seven then Moved to College Park at eleven started sellin' wit It started sinkin' in, they really gave my uncle ten Now what I'm 'posed to do? Get a crew and start hustlin' Now we trappin' up on Campbellton, ask 'em, they remember me We used to move that work from Oak City way to Kimberly Took the hustle out that Riverdale, made a killin' G Brought it back to Bankhead, where I'm gon' see it till it's history On the Westside trillin' up, Zone 3 fillin' up Herndon Homes, Bowen Homes, Harvel Homes, fillin' up Ain't nobody trill as us, Bankhead really fucked That's why my Dayton rims make yo' rims look like titty fuck Listen up, only nigga in the South they talkin' 'bout Put your bitch out on the expressway make her walk it out A Town showin' up, Fulton County veteran Spread all the way too Tennessee You know I represent the A Town and I ain't gon' stop And we forever stay down that why we on top Catch me on Bankhead sittin' on fo's I don't give a damn how many records I sold I'ma represent the A Town Let me welcome you to the A Town Bankhead Westside nigga A Town Adamville, Alley Temple Nigga A Town, aye and I said Straight from Decatur, an Eastside mayne From Glenwood to County Road niggas gettin' paid From Weslyn Chapel back to Covington Highway I still pull up just like in my driveway Ya can't do a song about the A without me See I was gettin' money while they was in car seats See I was in the street, shawty totin' that heat Throw the E's in they face and let 'em know I'm 'bout heat You know I represent the A Town and I ain't gon' stop And we forever stay down that why we on top Catch me on Bankhead sittin' on fo's I don't give a damn how many records I sold I'ma represent the A Town Let me welcome you to the A Town Bankhead Westside nigga A Town Adamville, Alley Temple Nigga A Town, aye and I said I'm a '82 grady baby, young twenty six ATL, Dirty South, I played in the grit This was 'round the time when niggas first saw bricks Back when Ronald Reagan was the president and shit Drama had a house right off of Hollywood Road (Westside) They was robbin' and tastin' Hollywood coke Mama say we movin' When she get a lil' mo' paper she enrolled me into school But it will weigh out in Decatur This was 'round the time when Elay Meadows was the ghetto And I was sleepin' with the rats and roach gloss on my pillow When niggas rolled hammers down Calabenki Put that Ghetto Mafia back in I'ma fizz off Back when niggas didn't know shit about a cigarillo I was gettin' my grind on flat shows at the [Unverified] To get the TV that's challengin' Then you wide skirt niggas ain't real as me You know I represent the A Town and I ain't gon' stop And we forever stay down that why we on top Catch me on Bankhead sittin' on fo's I don't give a damn how many records I sold I'ma represent the A Town Let me welcome you to the A Town Bankhead Westside nigga A Town Adamville, Alley Temple Nigga A Town, aye and I said |
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from T.I. - T.I. Vs T.I.P. (2007)
Man I Aint Sign Up For This Shit
I Lost My Partna, I Lost My Life Homie Man F**k This Shit I'm Done Aye Listen Homes Get Atlantic On The Phone Go On Call Em Have Em Tell Craig, Julie, Kevin Cause I Need To Holla At Em First I Gotta Let Em Know Im Tired Of Rappin F**k The Money Ever Since Phil Died I Aint Havin It Things Happen We Under New Operations Tho We Ready For Whatever We Like Cooperation Betta Listen When I'm Talkin Or Throw It Off I Aint Patient Ima Tell You Once Then Start Countin Shell Cases Don't Mean To Scare You But This Bullshit Is Irritating Ima Tell You Like It Is Shawty I Aint Finna Play I Feel Another K Coming Round The Corna Anyday I Know The Consequences I'm The Same Nigga Anyway It's Way More Important What I'm Finna Say Do What I Say I Aint Droppin Shit Till 2028 (What The F**k If He Comes On The 20th Or The 28th) (He Said The Year 2028 F**kin Moron) And Listen Guys Wanna Be High Shit It's T.I.P. From Here On Out F**k That T.I. Shit Give A Damn What That Nigga Got To Say Bout This T.I. I Think Its Best You Should Stay Out This Don't Be E-mailin no Itineraries I Wont Get 'Em Ya Best Bet Is Just Holla When They Fuel The Jet Tell Cidney Aint No Photo Shoots And I Aint Interveiwin Refuse Now Be The Sucka Cause A Shooter Doesn't Move (If You Cash That Check Then Youll Be Spending Our Money) You Right About That Honey Thanks For Doing That For Me (And Speaking Of Money) You Can Always Buy Me Out But The Price High I Aint Another T.I. Nigga No More Mister Nice Guy (Listen Kid Understand Me Here) What (This Is Lyor Cohen) Yeah Yeah (You Better Treat This Company With Some Respect) Ha Ha Ha (You Better Not Be Playin With My Motha F**kin Money) Oh I Got Ya Motha F**kin Money Partna But I Aint Playin You Got Any Sense You'll Do What The F**k I Say, I Say No Goddamn Album And That Aint No Threat Thats A Motha F**kin Promise Jack Come And See Me If You Want It Get It Like The Red Cross Nigga (Hustle Pimp x16) |
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from T.I. - No Mercy (2010)
[Chorus: Pharrell (T.I.)]
Mm, mm, what? Skateboard P'll make your face fall off (Serve a bitch straight D) And make her face fall off (okay) Niggaz come through and make your face fall off What the fuck you gon' do? Make your face fall off Baby boy it's amazin, so amazin, so amazin Amazin, so amazin, baby baby Amazin, so amazin, amaz-amazin Amazin, so amazin, baby baby Skateboard P make your face fall off (I serve a bitch straight D) And make your face fall off (uh-huh) Niggaz come through and make your face fall off Nigga what you finna do when your face fall off? Baby boy it's amazin, so amazin, so amazin Amazin, so amazin, baby baby Amazin, so amazin, so amazin Amazin, so amazin, baby baby [T.I.] It's automatic got a baller habit, smokin aces what you facin when you hatin, ain't no rehabilitation for that monkey on my back, hundred thousand dollar stack Ya ain't heard, used to serve Firebird like a Pontiac Rewind me back, ay you know where they used to find me at? In the back, sacks full of somethin for insomniacs Dope boy, trap nigga in my past life Now I just serve rap nigga plenty act right You know where we at, right here, like yeah In the club on the furniture, fuck do I care Tell the club owner here, Rose, Remy bottle please Got a carload of bravado, ain't nobody hot as me I don't bend, I don't break, I go in, I don't play Tell your friend that the game can begin if she stay I pass out cake like your birthday bitch If you kiss both of those, lick that, take this [Chorus] [T.I.] Ay, a dope boy with the swag of a pimp nigga Except one thing, I'm paid more than them nigga You see a bitch can't afford this life Have to fuck a ballplayer and a mayor every night Maybe twice, late at night we, be in white tees Me and Skateboard P, no Nike's Just a pair of Margiela, get a broad tell her rain dance for this paper, better get her umbrella Yeah, had guns like an arms dealer Dream team lawyers, he ain't never been a dumb nigga Nigga, this your girl, better come get her Turn her to a dick monster, nut muncher Sperm rag, cum dumpster, left amongst her Bitches in the past, pretty titties, plenty ass They just drink up what we give 'em, take shots without any glass Fuck her in the face 'til it fall off or 'til she gag, gag, gag [Chorus] [Pharrell] And it don't stop A lot of niggaz out there think that they could do what we do Be my guest, go and front for the people But just like a storefront they gon' see through That you sweet like bubblegum and they gon' eat you How you blowin up? Nigga they chewin you And when you hit rock bottom they shoo'in you Like "Ooh, you eww, get away!" Naw you, yeah right, okay Don't listen to these guys, these niggaz full of lies Cut 'em open and they cover up the floor, you surprised? Every time they talk about what they gon' get They been lookin at my blog knife and forkin my shit While I'm tryin to get the new G-5 with the kit with the bed in the back, cause my son hate to sit And all that dark blue shit, y'all niggaz been had My diamond's rainbow like they registered for GLAAD Every aspect, whether plane, boat or pad Tote a brightness like your chain 'pose to have Got it from the ring so you know that they straight Plus the Audemar twins, I guess my wrist couldn't wait to tell ya [Chorus] |
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from T.I. - Urban Legend: Grand Hustle (2004)
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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from T.I. - Urban Legend [single] (2005)
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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from T.I. - I'm Serious (2001)
Bartender I really did it this time
broke my parole to have a good time when i got home it was 6 A.M. the door was locked so I kicked it in she was trippin on the bills, I think she was high on some pills she through my shit out into the yard then she called me a punk and slapped me real hard and in my drunken stupor i did what i should of never done now I am sitting here talking to you drunk and on the run chorus:I sittin at the bar on the inside waiting on my ride on the outside she broke my heart at the trailer park so i jacked her keys to her f**king car and crashed that piece of shit and stepped away You know Moe, I'll probably get ten years so just give me beers until they get here yeah I know the sun is coming up and yall are probably getting ready for closing up but I'm trying to drown my soul I am tired of this life on a dirt road,, and everything that I love is gone and I'm tired of hanging on she got me sittin at the bar (chorus) different signer: guess it was meant to be romance is misery so much for memories and now I am heading to the penitentiary see me on TV the next cop series I am a danger I guess I should have did something about my anger but I never learn, real things I don't concern I pour kerosene on everything I love and watch it burn I know it's my fault but I wasn't happy it was over she threw a fit so I crashed that piece of shit back to normal voice:And now I am going back again back to the pen to see my friends when we all pile up on that county van they'll ask me where I've been I've been at a bar on the inside (chourus) NA NA Na NA nA nA na na na |
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from Sean Kingston - Back 2 Life (Live It Up) (ft. T.I.) [single] (2012)
Steady
Are you ready? Back to life, back to reality Back to life, back to reality Goin' through a dark place, dark time and I couldn't even see the light Had my back up against the wall, I was feelin' like do or die But what don't kill me make me stronger, know it's gonna be alright So we celebrate here tonight Yea, we celebratin' life tonight The time is now, gotta make it count So before we die, let's go all up We'd gotta live it up, up, up Champagne in my cup, cup, cup Me take, turn it up, up up Bring me back to life, back to life Yea, we'd better live it up, up, up You know we don't give a what what what what So to my time's up Bring me back to life, back to life Back to life Back to life, back to reality Back to life, back to reality All the tears and all of the prayers Every single one the ash should So they level give them batial is bigger than the whole country From Ingran to Japan, to Jamaica to way down the MIA We don't stop, we go hard, let's get it in, call it young and free The time is now, gotta make it count So before we die, let's go all up We'd gotta live it up, up, up Champagne in my cup, cup, cup Me take, turn it up, up up Bring me back to life, back to life Yea, we'd better live it up, up, up You know we don't give a what what what what So to my time's up Bring me back to life, back to life Back to life Back to life, back to reality Back to life, back to reality Okay, the circus tried to bare me, Jesus had to carry me Middle finger to the ripper ain't gonna scare me You can't be, you don't understand who I am It's trouble man, hundred grand in my pan With the broccoli, hard times put the cell mate bars Maseratis, Ferrari's, those money don't play back Presidents stop me, imagine if I stay that Still shinin' on to make them haters put their shades at When tragedy strikes I strike back Lookin' for to all over and out, who does that? Left a nigga for dead, came back to life I guess this is me ballin' in the afterlife Let's hit it Back to life, back to reality Back to life, back to reality We'd gotta live it up, up, up Champagne in my cup, cup, cup Me take, turn it up, up up Bring me back to life, back to life Yea, we'd better live it up, up, up You know we don't give a what what what what So to my time's up Bring me back to life, back to life Back to life melsoyoung님께서 등록해주신 가사입니다. |
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from T.I. - King (2006)
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 |
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from T.I. - King (2006)
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 |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
Huh
Ok, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh Ay, Ok, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ok Come on [Repeat] [Verse 1] I never know whether I'm livin fo tomorrow or dyin fo today But either way I'm tryna move a hundred dymes in a day They sat that crime don't pay, but I'm gone stay on the grind in the A Wit the same ole j's I know the lames gone say that I done changed no way I'm in the gutta everyday tryna slang mo ya In the middle of the trap, we hang the dro blaze Niggaz in the trap ain't changed in 4 dayz Waitin on a page dat sayin the blow came Instead of us just finding mo ways to get paid Anyway, in the fire, I done been there homey Niggaz ball, niggaz die and ain't shit fair homey Dem crackers give ya some time and get to sit there homey My niggaz dyin, I'll see ya when I get there homey Ay, Born alone, die alone in life But right or wrong, folk it's on fo life Just be betta than me [Chorus] Shawty, the streets ain't the place to be I'm telling you cuz it's to late fo me Ay be betta than me Crack a slug nuttin betta to see then young niggaz wit a felony sheet So be betta than me I know ya mamma waitin faithfully on her baby to graduate ya see You way betta than me Betta than us, betta than this, take a chance nigga change some shit You could be betta than me [Verse 2] Ay, its rules in the game son, learn it young When dez hatas speak yo name man burn dey tongue Neva be ashamed of how ya live or where ya from You stack a mill, niggaz will see how far you come Without a gun, you got somethin'll make 'em bar you son That's a million dollar mind, why, dez niggaz is dumb-acap |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
[Intro]
Huh Ok, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh Ay, Ok, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ok Come on [Repeat] [Verse 1] I never know whether I'm livin fo tomorrow or dyin fo today But either way I'm tryna move a hundred dymes in a day They sat that crime don't pay, but I'm gone stay on the grind in the A Wit the same ole j's I know the lames gone say that I done changed no way I'm in the gutta everyday tryna slang mo ya In the middle of the trap, we hang the dro blaze Niggaz in the trap ain't changed in 4 dayz Waitin on a page dat sayin the blow came Instead of us just finding mo ways to get paid Anyway, in the fire, I done been there homey Niggaz ball, niggaz die and ain't shit fair homey Dem crackers give ya some time and get to sit there homey My niggaz dyin, I'll see ya when I get there homey Ay, Born alone, die alone in life But right or wrong, folk it's on fo life Just be betta than me [Chorus] Shawty, the streets ain't the place to be I'm telling you cuz it's to late fo me Ay be betta than me Crack a slug nuttin betta to see then young niggaz wit a felony sheet So be betta than me I know ya mamma waitin faithfully on her baby to graduate ya see You way betta than me Betta than us, betta than this, take a chance nigga change some shit You could be betta than me [Verse 2] Ay, its rules in the game son, learn it young When dez hatas speak yo name man burn dey tongue Neva be ashamed of how ya live or where ya from You stack a mill, niggaz will see how far you come Without a gun, you got somethin'll make 'em bar you son That's a million dollar mind, why, dez niggaz is dumb Yea they gon get outta line, but dez niggaz is scum They outta sight and outta mind 'til you visit the slum, stay down Stay on the grind and yo digits'll come, bottom line You gotta shine no matta what you become Dez streets is 40 percent of yo mind and 5 percent muscle 10 struggle, 10 time, and 35 percent hustle And trust if dey don't burry the scared, dey burry the dead When anticipatin pistol play, be very prepared And if you ain't, find somewhere to burry yo head Because them hot ones from the choppas tear ya body to shreds I said [Chorus] Shawty, the streets ain't the place to be I'm telling you cuz it's to late fo me Ay be betta than me Crack a slug nuttin betta to see then young niggaz wit a felony sheet So be betta than me I know ya mamma waitin faithfully on her baby to graduate ya see You way betta than me Betta than us, betta than this, take a chance nigga change some shit You could be betta than me [Verse 3] In a broke down Cadillac, ridin' high Not many trusts in this life either shine or die Ima live one of two ways, either grind or cry And Ima grind it out, even if I'm dyin it out Ain't got no mo than me, so what the fuck you lyin about That man right there, but ain't gon be when dey start findin out That that bullshit you be talkin ain't the real deal That ain't you blow, them ain't yo cars so how you really live See what you need to do is take a chilly-willy pill Go and chill yo ass out, fo dey deal yo ass out A bad hand from a mad man, in a mad clan All dem otha niggaz take a fall you gon take the last stand Gnawed in, sawed in, how everybody ball when everybody else is all in you don't know where to fall in? Need some Flaw Henn, I'm telling you shawty and don't be buyin none of dat bullshit sellin you shawty And all that otha shit they talkin is irrelevant shawty Tell 'em, show you the papa, fo dey show you the cable You see a whole different nigga when you open dem drables follow hatas nuttin holy can saves us Shawty be betta than me [Chorus] Shawty, the streets ain't the place to be I'm telling you cuz it's to late fo me Ay be betta than me Crack a slug nuttin betta to see then young niggaz wit a felony sheet So be betta than me I know ya mamma waitin faithfully on her baby to graduate ya see You way betta than me Betta than us, betta than this, take a chance nigga change some shit You could be betta than me [Repeat 1] |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
[Intro]
Ay, where the piano at shawty? Y'all ain't neva seen a dope boy play the piano and rap at the same time have you? I'ma show you somethin', dig this.. [Verse 1] I'm 22 and a vet in the game Say I'm, supercoo', still a threat at the same Time, rhyme bout the times I invested in 'caine Pleasure and pain in every aspect of the game I'm the answer to yo prayers if you prayin' for change So, I dare you compare us and say we the same When I'm, climbin' the ladder, they stuck in the same Mindframe, they accomplishments are nothin' to gain Eventually, see I'm outta yo range Except this rose gold glow from my wrist and my chain I entertain young niggaz who slang Like a picture, no frame, see it's simple and plain My shit bang, spit flames, put niggaz to shame Flow so insane, lyrics STICK IN YO BRAIN Now you can't, mention my city unless you mention my name T-I-P-I-M-P, I'm the man [Chorus] Ay be easy - you don't want no trouble with me Just be easy - the drama ain't nothin' to me Ay be easy - before you have problems just breathe Ay be easy - you ain't worth dyin', believe me Just be easy - you don't want yo mama to grieve Be easy - well mind yo bizness, don't bother the G Be easy - swear you stuntin' but you frontin' to me Be easy - behind the scenes or behind yo ? Ay, be easy [Verse 2] STEADILY kissin' ass when I came to leave Set the standard for Atlanta, rearranged the lead Okay, so what tha fuck is fame to me? I been plottin' since kindergarten, you'z a lame to me I give the niggaz what they came to see A reflection of one self where they aim to be As you can see it ain't no change in me And you won't meet another nigga off the chain as me I'm so fly, no lie, don't deny it, ya feel it So inspired by my style, decided to try it yoself Bet you won't, meet nobody ranked as high as myself The checks you waitin' on, homes, I can sign them myself Tote gats, dro smoked that, now I'm high Seats way back in the Maybach I ride Through the streets of the westside, I slap five And throw dubs, show love, nigga HATE ME NAH [Repeat Chorus] [T.I. talking ("Be easy" in the background)] What it iz pimp? T.I.P., Trap Muzik, understand that? Grand Hustle pimp! Ay, whus hattnin' Toomp? Let's ride out homie! What it iz mayne? P$C, Pimp Squad Click, shawty! Uh, uh... A-Town... stay down.. Keep it pimpin', pimpin'! |
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from T.I. - Be Easy [single] (2003)
[Intro]
Ay, where the piano at shawty? Y'all ain't neva seen a dope boy play the piano and rap at the same time have you? I'ma show you somethin', dig this.. [Verse 1] I'm 22 and a vet in the game Say I'm, supercoo', still a threat at the same Time, rhyme bout the times I invested in 'caine Pleasure and pain in every aspect of the game I'm the answer to yo prayers if you prayin' for change So, I dare you compare us and say we the same When I'm, climbin' the ladder, they stuck in the same Mindframe, they accomplishments are nothin' to gain Eventually, see I'm outta yo range Except this rose gold glow from my wrist and my chain I entertain young niggaz who slang Like a picture, no frame, see it's simple and plain My shit bang, spit flames, put niggaz to shame Flow so insane, lyrics STICK IN YO BRAIN Now you can't, mention my city unless you mention my name T-I-P-I-M-P, I'm the man [Chorus] Ay be easy - you don't want no trouble with me Just be easy - the drama ain't nothin' to me Ay be easy - before you have problems just breathe Ay be easy - you ain't worth dyin', believe me Just be easy - you don't want yo mama to grieve Be easy - well mind yo bizness, don't bother the G Be easy - swear you stuntin' but you frontin' to me Be easy - behind the scenes or behind yo ? Ay, be easy [Verse 2] STEADILY kissin' ass when I came to leave Set the standard for Atlanta, rearranged the lead Okay, so what tha fuck is fame to me? I been plottin' since kindergarten, you'z a lame to me I give the niggaz what they came to see A reflection of one self where they aim to be As you can see it ain't no change in me And you won't meet another nigga off the chain as me I'm so fly, no lie, don't deny it, ya feel it So inspired by my style, decided to try it yoself Bet you won't, meet nobody ranked as high as myself The checks you waitin' on, homes, I can sign them myself Tote gats, dro smoked that, now I'm high Seats way back in the Maybach I ride Through the streets of the westside, I slap five And throw dubs, show love, nigga HATE ME NAH [Repeat Chorus] [T.I. talking ("Be easy" in the background)] What it iz pimp? T.I.P., Trap Muzik, understand that? Grand Hustle pimp! Ay, whus hattnin' Toomp? Let's ride out homie! What it iz mayne? P$C, Pimp Squad Click, shawty! Uh, uh... A-Town... stay down.. Keep it pimpin', pimpin'! |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
[Intro]
Ay, where the piano at shawty? Y'all ain't neva seen a dope boy play the piano and rap at the same time have you? I'ma show you somethin', dig this.. [Verse 1] I'm 22 and a vet in the game Say I'm, supercoo', still a threat at the same Time, rhyme bout the times I invested in 'caine Pleasure and pain in every aspect of the game I'm the answer to yo prayers if you prayin' for change So, I dare you compare us and say we the same When I'm, climbin' the ladder, they stuck in the same Mindframe, they accomplishments are nothin' to gain Eventually, see I'm outta yo range Except this rose gold glow from my wrist and my chain I entertain young niggaz who slang Like a picture, no frame, see it's simple and plain My shit bang, spit flames, put niggaz to shame Flow so insane, lyrics STICK IN YO BRAIN Now you can't, mention my city unless you mention my name T-I-P-I-M-P, I'm the man [Chorus] Ay be easy - you don't want no trouble with me Just be easy - the drama ain't nothin' to me Ay be easy - before you have problems just breathe Ay be easy - you ain't worth dyin', believe me Just be easy - you don't want yo mama to grieve Be easy - well mind yo bizness, don't bother the G Be easy - swear you stuntin' but you frontin' to me Be easy - behind the scenes or behind yo ? Ay, be easy [Verse 2] STEADILY kissin' ass when I came to leave Set the standard for Atlanta, rearranged the lead Okay, so what tha fuck is fame to me? I been plottin' since kindergarten, you'z a lame to me I give the niggaz what they came to see A reflection of one self where they aim to be As you can see it ain't no change in me And you won't meet another nigga off the chain as me I'm so fly, no lie, don't deny it, ya feel it So inspired by my style, decided to try it yoself Bet you won't, meet nobody ranked as high as myself The checks you waitin' on, homes, I can sign them myself Tote gats, dro smoked that, now I'm high Seats way back in the Maybach I ride Through the streets of the westside, I slap five And throw dubs, show love, nigga HATE ME NAH [Repeat Chorus] [T.I. talking ("Be easy" in the background)] What it iz pimp? T.I.P., Trap Muzik, understand that? Grand Hustle pimp! Ay, whus hattnin' Toomp? Let's ride out homie! What it iz mayne? P$C, Pimp Squad Click, shawty! Uh, uh... A-Town... stay down.. Keep it pimpin', pimpin'! |
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from B.O.B 1집 - B.o.B Presents The Adventures of Bobby Ray (2010)
Put me on anything, still I bet I bust (Bet I bust)
Put me anywhere on the map I bet I bust (I bet I bust) This is what I does, so please don't gas me up (Don't gas me up) Matter fact, gimme 15 minutes and a bag of bud I bet I bust. (Buuust) I bet I bust (Buuust) I bet I bust I bet I, I bet I, I bet I bust (Buuust) I bet I bust Matter fact gimme 15 minutes and a bag of bud, I bet I bust [B.o.B] Bust, Bust, bust, Bu-Bu-Bust Bud, Bust, Bet I bust That's just what I does Just put me anywhere on the map With a backpack strapped still I bet I bust Bet I float, bet I rip this beat, bet I feel that soul, Bet I go, Bet I bench these N****s like Ray, sit down Bro Bet I know everything about this game, Bet I know my role, But they know When I come to the port this is my sport B the O B so bet I'm gone, Bet I'm on a brand new plane, Bet I'm in a whole different zone, I ain't really from this place, so I'm up all night long, Really in outer space, really ain't got no home, Really I'm a saint, bet Im blown, Bet I'm Thrown, up to the sky over the ocean so I fly where ever I'm goin' when I fly bet I'm focused, if its fiya, bet I roll it, matter fact, You can bet I bust. [Refrain:] Put me on anything, still I bet I bust (Bet I bust) Put me anywhere on the map I bet I bust (I bet I bust) This is what I does, so please don't gas me up (Don't gas me up) Matter fact, gimme 15 minutes and a bag of bud I bet I bust. (Buuust) I bet I bust (Buuust) I bet I bust I bet I, I bet I, I bet I bust (Buuust) I bet I bust Matter fact gimme 15 minutes and a bag of bud, I bet I bust [T.I.] [...] Put me on anything, still I bet I bust (Bet I bust) Put me anywhere on the map I bet I bust (I bet I bust) This is what I does, so please don't gas me up (Don't gas me up) Matter fact, gimme 15 minutes and a bag of bud I bet I bust. (Buuust) I bet I bust (Buuust) I bet I bust I bet I, I bet I, I bet I bust (Buuust) I bet I bust Matter fact gimme 15 minutes and a bag of bud, I bet I bust [Playboy Tre:] (Couplet de Playboy Tre Bientot Disponible) Put me on anything, still I bet I bust (Bet I bust) Put me anywhere on the map I bet I bust (I bet I bust) This is what I does, so please don't gas me up (Don't gas me up) Matter fact, gimme 15 minutes and a bag of bud I bet I bust. (Buuust) I bet I bust (Buuust) I bet I bust I bet I, I bet I, I bet I bust (Buuust) I bet I bust Matter fact gimme 15 minutes and a bag of bud, I bet I bust |
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from B.o.B - B.o.B Presents The Adventures of Bobby Ray (2010)
[Chorus - B.o.B]
Put me on anything, still I bet I bust Put me anywhere on the map, I bet I bust This is what I does so, please don't gas me up Matter of fact, gimme 15 minutes and a bag of bud I bet I bust I bet I bust (I, I) I bet I bust I bet I, I bet I,(bust) I bet I bust I bet I bust (I, I) Matter of fact, gimme 15 minutes and a bag of bud I bet I bust [B.o.B] Bust, bust, bu-bu-bust Yeah, on bud, bet I bust That's just what I does, yes Put me anywhere on the map with a backpack strapped Still I bet I bust Bet I flow Bet I rip this beat Bet I feel that soul Bet I go Bet I bench these niggas like Ray, sit down bro! Bet I know, everything about this game Bet I know my role Plus they know when I come to the court this is my sport B dot o, B So, bet I go Bet I'm on a brand new plane Bet I'm in a whole different zone I ain't really from this place So I'm up all night long Really I'm in outer space Really I ain't got no home Really I'm a saint Bet I'm blown, Bet I'm thrown, up to the sky Over the ocean So I fly wherever I'm goin' When I'm by, bet I'm focused If it's five, you can bet I roll it Matter of fact, you can bet I bust [Chorus - B.o.B] [T.I] Yeah, hey, grab a brown front and center, the King fittin to enter (okay) The room when the boom hit the booth, I deliver The hottest, you probably too small to acknowledge, you Impossible to copy like what everybody try to do We cool as some dudes on them waves out in Malibu I'm fallin hard baseline, ball through the alley-oop (bang!) Comin through this thang like James, in the air off the rim I hang Nigga, this King, pretend you forgot my name if you wanna I'm a come hard like a boner, don't I Make a nigga wanna rebound, turned up all the way, we amped Two or three tramp With 'em in the mill, same Bentley Niggaz said they do it like us, you shittin me? '96, '97 in Atlanta, didn't we, have more blocks than Mutombo, Dikembe? (Bankhead!) For those who can't hold water, need new kidneys Put 'em down under Australia, Sydney (bye) And I'm still representing For the niggaz on the prison yard, tuned in, listening I'm back to doin big things (okay) A sucker lookin for me, start in your bitch's dreams (that's right) Or twenty feet tall standin on the big screen Get dough, big green, my flow sickening, it's the King nigga [Chorus - B.o.B] [Playboy Tre] Yeah, back with a cup of that liquor, nigga, y'all don't really know Tre Really know me, really know the streets, no, y'all niggaz really ain't G Really ain't hard, never really served no hard, y'all be playin that roll Talkin that pimp shit, never really pimp shit, nah, y'all be savin them hoes But I don't and I won't, I'll get a bitch anytime I want I'm that guy, spit that fire, shake the ground everytime I stomp Beat in the trunk, cup in the air, you can talk shit but I really don't care Man I'm in the Cadillac, gun go rat-a-tat-tat-tat but a nigga ain't scared From that Red, Clay, east of the A, young niggaz get locked up everyday Cops ain't shit, so I drop that shit, have it drop on 'em, make it through the da-ay Grindin for my pa-ay, it's that nigga Tre-e Bustin like a pistol better believe it when I say - that I bust [Chorus - B.o.B] [End] |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
[Intro]
Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch {*3X*} Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch {*3X*} Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch {*3X*} Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch [T.I.] I came up bumping Eazy-E, Cube, and Dre (Scarface, OutKast what's happening niggaz) Eightball MJG UGK They raised me like santa raised cee I always made the money, money never made me Break me what this bitch you crazy You seen with the freaks don't think she never paid me Pimpin get a bitch, break a bitch, hit a bitch, shake a bitch Spit game till I make this shit turn these tricks and get me rich Lick his ass suck my dick bring me back my niggaz quick Who you think you fucking with I'm serious about this pimpin shit All the niggaz I kick it with looking for a richer bitch Get this bitch to take this trick for pounds of weed bricks and shit Broke bitch you get your shit Before I get another bitch who could fix your shit My pimp to strong I ain't with your shit You going to make me split your shit Two things I ain't seen is this you a fony bitch I can't get Eyes on the ride yeah right shut the fuck...... [Chorus] ad libs (T.I.) Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch {*3X*} Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch {*3X*} Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch [MJG] Whole mack load it up hard as fine blow it up M-J-G I know you hoes and been exposed enough I cross a tree over bag a bitch in a toaster oven Slam dunk in pimpin and her sister if she close enough [Eightball] Look over hear open up the door and let it cook in hear Grab the mic a watch these niggaz tuck there tail and look in fear As I bust around with no shells inside in myself Lyrics like a conseled weapon sending you bitches straight to hell [MJG] Burning up just like in waco texas Heating up your neckless Scorching up your afro the devil coming at your Ass any hard one for niggaz who really want it M-J- fucking G with pussy and titties on it [Eightball] Them bitches love when they see pimping come up in it 24 inches under somethin smoking tinted Hustle hard for keep it cause I love to spend it Pimping love is when your style is when you love to hit it [Chorus] ad libs (T.I.) [Bun B] I came a long way from a posta posta Till I kosta nostra kept the toaster closer than I'm supposed to well I poast ya procha Ride like a roller coaster Pistol whip you hold ya throat then choke you like a croacha croacha rocha pull out a light and smoke you(damn) Pull my coat off I blessed man just streesed man Just still elementary just a glance couldn't learn it is hurting my chances Pack pistols just to blast it(blast it) I put it to second guessers I blast it it just to prove it(prove it) Mother fuckers get a moving(moving) I born into hustling I grew up tustlin Gave my muscle in and got into meeting my frail but hell I put my trust in My left and right hand grinding threw the night And I keep my family right and see some paper like a white man Balling in the ninth(and) we holding in the light(and) sippin on worthless sprite and you can call it what you like I call what the fuck I feel play the courts that fucking peel But we ain't sleeping till they free and pimping here that's the fucking drill [Chorus] to fade |
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from T.I. - Trap Muzik (2003)
(feat. 8-Ball, MJG & Bun-B)
[Intro] Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch {*3X*} Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch {*3X*} Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch {*3X*} Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch [T.I.] I came up bumping Eazy-E, Cube, and Dre (Scarface, OutKast what's happening niggaz) Eightball MJG UGK They raised me like santa raised cee I always made the money, money never made me Break me what this bitch you crazy You seen with the freaks don't think she never paid me Pimpin get a bitch, break a bitch, hit a bitch, shake a bitch Spit game till I make this shit turn these tricks and get me rich Lick his ass suck my dick bring me back my niggaz quick Who you think you fucking with I'm serious about this pimpin shit All the niggaz I kick it with looking for a richer bitch Get this bitch to take this trick for pounds of weed bricks and shit Broke bitch you get your shit Before I get another bitch who could fix your shit My pimp to strong I ain't with your shit You going to make me split your shit Two things I ain't seen is this you a fony bitch I can't get Eyes on the ride yeah right shut the fuck...... [Chorus] ad libs (T.I.) Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch {*3X*} Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch {*3X*} Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch [MJG] Whole mack load it up hard as fine blow it up M-J-G I know you hoes and been exposed enough I cross a tree over bag a bitch in a toaster oven Slam dunk in pimpin and her sister if she close enough [Eightball] Look over hear open up the door and let it cook in hear Grab the mic a watch these niggaz tuck there tail and look in fear As I bust around with no shells inside in myself Lyrics like a conseled weapon sending you bitches straight to hell [MJG] Burning up just like in waco texas Heating up your neckless Scorching up your afro the devil coming at your Ass any hard one for niggaz who really want it M-J- fucking G with pussy and titties on it [Eightball] Them bitches love when they see pimping come up in it 24 inches under somethin smoking tinted Hustle hard for keep it cause I love to spend it Pimping love is when your style is when you love to hit it [Chorus] ad libs (T.I.) [Bun B] I came a long way from a posta posta Till I kosta nostra kept the toaster closer than I'm supposed to well I poast ya procha Ride like a roller coaster Pistol whip you hold ya throat then choke you like a croacha croacha rocha pull out a light and smoke you(damn) Pull my coat off I blessed man just streesed man Just still elementary just a glance couldn't learn it is hurting my chances Pack pistols just to blast it(blast it) I put it to second guessers I blast it it just to prove it(prove it) Mother fuckers get a moving(moving) I born into hustling I grew up tustlin Gave my muscle in and got into meeting my frail but hell I put my trust in My left and right hand grinding threw the night And I keep my family right and see some paper like a white man Balling in the ninth(and) we holding in the light(and) sippin on worthless sprite and you can call it what you like I call what the fuck I feel play the courts that fucking peel But we ain't sleeping till they free and pimping here that's the fucking drill [Chorus] to fade |
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from T.I. - No Mercy (2010)
[Chorus:]
Hey it dawned on me and I see the big picture I know On everything I love I'm the shit and I know To do it big I gotta keep em out my business I know Because these niggas like to gossip like the bitches I know I finally get it now I see the big picture I know On everything I love I'm the shit and I know I run this city, wish that wasn't my position I know These niggas softer than the pussies and the bitches I know [Verse 1:] Aye What it is big dog? I know I'm the shit cause I bounce back Totally recover from a pit fall Don't make you a fighter just because you got your fist balled Its get right and get paid or good night and get lost Bitches talk big shit even when my dick soft Everyday my birthday, they just wanna get they licks off Rocket ship lift off, come sit on my launch pad G5, mile high, group sex, jet lag Boullion, checks, cash, millions, just ask Even if you hate me, surely you respect that Yeah, you're now rockin with the best dad Chicks see me I be like "look at T.I. with his zig-zags" Wishin they could take a ride on my moustache Or maybe see the inside of my plush pad But I must pass, I know what you on homie Up late one night early morning and hey, it dawned on me and [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Love my mutha fuckin life I'm so mutha fuckin tight They say "he think he the shit" I say "you mutha fuckin right" Teach a mutha fuckin dyke to learn to love suckin pipe Buses, cars, trucks and bikes in my yard up the price of my performance now I'm goin for a half a mil' a night quarter million just to party if you gossip get it right niggas shiest but I know somethin if I put end a nigga life its gonna begin a nigga trip to god and end a nigga life Man I keep it one hundred, one thousand to be precise If you round me frontin go find a mountain and take a hike Yeah I know you set your sights on me, tryin to get stripes Homie look smaller but feel bigger in real life, don't he? I'm all that and more, ain't nothin bout the hype for me I'm sharing life moments, ain't nobody write for me You a one trick pony, I'm quadruple threat homie Up late 4 in the mornin and hey, it dawned on me and [Chorus] [Verse 3:] I'm clearly somethin special, officially I'm the best who Did it in my city and even in the U.S, you Must agree, they cant fuck with me, I'ma beast unless you, Hatin, you ain't gotta be sneezin for me to bless you If the records don't get you, I bet the movie will get you ??...will catch your attention, I'ma impress you With swagger long term, Hollywood bitches to tag along Groupies just imagine on, they know what I'm braggin on I gotta message you can pass along, tell a friend We getting long paper jay, we made it back from hell again Knockin on heaven's door, residing there forever more Promoters, this worth every cent, you couldn't buy a better tour And you are forced to admire the messiah Expressin your desire, you're just preachin to the choir The nation has it wired to hear your majesty, sire I'm flyin high up one mornin and hey, it dawned on me and |
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from The Longest Yard (롱기스트 야드) by Teddy Castellucci [ost] (2005)
[Verse 1]
Chinchilla to the floor, Cigarillo full of dro White Benz double doors, I could change colors though Blue Ferrari, red Bent, black truck on 24's Several Cheverolet's on 20 inches maybe more Used to wish for better days, now I'm wishin' never more I could go buy anything, stick my dick in every hoe Grand Hustle on everything, P$C in every store Sellin everything from rubberbands to leather coats Swear to God I never change, jealous niggaz never know T.I.P. ain't never been a lame, jigalow since '84 Blessed with astonishing ability to pull a hoe Fuck her so, good make her think this dick was full of Moe Pussy so, good but I love it when she suck it slow (OH) Her motto you don't swallow what you suckin' for (OH) My motto you ain't ballin' what you hustle for The VVS's let off such a glow to let these bustas know [Chorus] Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce let me see you bounce like this Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce tell that bitch to bounce like this Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce all my nigga bounce like this Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just, bend it over and make it bounce like this [Verse 2] I give you 30 seconds show me what you got could you Bend it over for me drop it like its hot could you Wiggle your titties a little lift your top get you to Bust it open show your panties and your ass for me Actually I was thinking you, Kim, and Daphine In the back with me, lickin' on the bottom half of me Answer me first know that sayin no is blaspheme Me I'm pussy pumper number one you can ask for me I knew how you danced for me that you had plans for me Save the conversation get your partner out them pants for me Damn honey, you'd be a fool if you ran from me You ain't fuckin wit another dummy I'm the man honey Im tryin' to give it to you 'till it make you stand funny (OH) Throw that pussy right and maybe you can get a grand from me (OH) (HA!!) Picture pimpin givin' you some damn money Not a one thin dime but your ass is fine [Chorus] [hook] Now shawty bounce with me bounce with me, let me see you see you bounce with me bounce with me Now shawty bounce with me bounce with me, let me see you let me bounce with me bounce with me [Verse 3] Hey shawty stall if you want to I ball when I want to Could fall through and shut down the mall if I want to I could make your girlfriend choose but I want you Why you bother me with what you will and you won't do Listen shawty I'm a grown man and you grown too You can leave with me I ain't gotta telephone you All I'm thinking 'bout is me layin on you Or vice versa with a lot of ass to hold on to I got somethin' for that ass to bounce onto You missin the chance of a lifetime why don't you Hop off in the droptop, ride through the city lights Take you where I kick it let you see what pimpin living like Pop one of these then we'll see what you feeling like Takin off your clothes wanna know what its drilling like Presidential suite at the very end of the night Treat you like a freak and give you what was missing in your life [Chorus] [hook] |
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from The Longest Yard (롱기스트 야드) by Teddy Castellucci [ost] (2005)
[Verse 1]
Chinchilla to the floor, Cigarillo full of dro White Benz double doors, I could change colors though Blue Ferrari, red Bent, black truck on 24's Several Cheverolet's on 20 inches maybe more Used to wish for better days, now I'm wishin' never more I could go buy anything, stick my dick in every hoe Grand Hustle on everything, P$C in every store Sellin everything from rubberbands to leather coats Swear to God I never change, jealous niggaz never know T.I.P. ain't never been a lame, jigalow since '84 Blessed with astonishing ability to pull a hoe Fuck her so, good make her think this dick was full of Moe Pussy so, good but I love it when she suck it slow (OH) Her motto you don't swallow what you suckin' for (OH) My motto you ain't ballin' what you hustle for The VVS's let off such a glow to let these bustas know [Chorus] Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce let me see you bounce like this Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce tell that bitch to bounce like this Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce all my nigga bounce like this Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just, bend it over and make it bounce like this [Verse 2] I give you 30 seconds show me what you got could you Bend it over for me drop it like its hot could you Wiggle your titties a little lift your top get you to Bust it open show your panties and your ass for me Actually I was thinking you, Kim, and Daphine In the back with me, lickin' on the bottom half of me Answer me first know that sayin no is blaspheme Me I'm pussy pumper number one you can ask for me I knew how you danced for me that you had plans for me Save the conversation get your partner out them pants for me Damn honey, you'd be a fool if you ran from me You ain't fuckin wit another dummy I'm the man honey Im tryin' to give it to you 'till it make you stand funny (OH) Throw that pussy right and maybe you can get a grand from me (OH) (HA!!) Picture pimpin givin' you some damn money Not a one thin dime but your ass is fine [Chorus] [hook] Now shawty bounce with me bounce with me, let me see you see you bounce with me bounce with me Now shawty bounce with me bounce with me, let me see you let me bounce with me bounce with me [Verse 3] Hey shawty stall if you want to I ball when I want to Could fall through and shut down the mall if I want to I could make your girlfriend choose but I want you Why you bother me with what you will and you won't do Listen shawty I'm a grown man and you grown too You can leave with me I ain't gotta telephone you All I'm thinking 'bout is me layin on you Or vice versa with a lot of ass to hold on to I got somethin' for that ass to bounce onto You missin the chance of a lifetime why don't you Hop off in the droptop, ride through the city lights Take you where I kick it let you see what pimpin living like Pop one of these then we'll see what you feeling like Takin off your clothes wanna know what its drilling like Presidential suite at the very end of the night Treat you like a freak and give you what was missing in your life [Chorus] [hook] |
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from The Longest Yard (2005)
[Verse 1]
Chinchilla to the floor, Cigarillo full of dro White Benz double doors, I could change colors though Blue Ferrari, red Bent, black truck on 24's Several Cheverolet's on 20 inches maybe more Used to wish for better days, now I'm wishin' never more I could go buy anything, stick my dick in every hoe Grand Hustle on everything, P$C in every store Sellin everything from rubberbands to leather coats Swear to God I never change, jealous niggaz never know T.I.P. ain't never been a lame, jigalow since '84 Blessed with astonishing ability to pull a hoe Fuck her so, good make her think this dick was full of Moe Pussy so, good but I love it when she suck it slow (OH) Her motto you don't swallow what you suckin' for (OH) My motto you ain't ballin' what you hustle for The VVS's let off such a glow to let these bustas know [Chorus] Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce let me see you bounce like this Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce tell that bitch to bounce like this Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce all my nigga bounce like this Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just, bend it over and make it bounce like this [Verse 2] I give you 30 seconds show me what you got could you Bend it over for me drop it like its hot could you Wiggle your titties a little lift your top get you to Bust it open show your panties and your ass for me Actually I was thinking you, Kim, and Daphine In the back with me, lickin' on the bottom half of me Answer me first know that sayin no is blaspheme Me I'm pussy pumper number one you can ask for me I knew how you danced for me that you had plans for me Save the conversation get your partner out them pants for me Damn honey, you'd be a fool if you ran from me You ain't fuckin wit another dummy I'm the man honey Im tryin' to give it to you 'till it make you stand funny (OH) Throw that pussy right and maybe you can get a grand from me (OH) (HA!!) Picture pimpin givin' you some damn money Not a one thin dime but your ass is fine [Chorus] [hook] Now shawty bounce with me bounce with me, let me see you see you bounce with me bounce with me Now shawty bounce with me bounce with me, let me see you let me bounce with me bounce with me [Verse 3] Hey shawty stall if you want to I ball when I want to Could fall through and shut down the mall if I want to I could make your girlfriend choose but I want you Why you bother me with what you will and you won't do Listen shawty I'm a grown man and you grown too You can leave with me I ain't gotta telephone you All I'm thinking 'bout is me layin on you Or vice versa with a lot of ass to hold on to I got somethin' for that ass to bounce onto You missin the chance of a lifetime why don't you Hop off in the droptop, ride through the city lights Take you where I kick it let you see what pimpin living like Pop one of these then we'll see what you feeling like Takin off your clothes wanna know what its drilling like Presidential suite at the very end of the night Treat you like a freak and give you what was missing in your life [Chorus] [hook] |
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| from Lil Bibby - Boy [digital single] (2015) | |||||
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from Lyfe Jennings - Lyfe Change (2008)
[(Lil Wayne)]
See you need to focus man But my girl ain't got snobby, stuntin' like her Daddy Vroom on her Yamaha, she ride me like a Kawasaki I call her little buddy, sometimes I call her shorty She only wears dresses, she sleep and they're hotty (ya dig?) It's young Weezy, the 80s baby And we can get together make 80 babies Now the house, brand new, the car brand new But you're still the same old you And that's why I love you [Verse 1-(Lyfe Jennings)] Girl, from the moment that I saw you, I knew you were the one Though, we didn't have a lot of money, we still had so much fun (so much fun) No, matter where you are you'll always be my superstar If it wasn't for your love, I don't think I'd have gone this far [Chorus-(Lyfe Jennings)] (Proud of you) Baby, you never got brand new Yo, baby, 'cause you never got brand new [Verse 2-(Lyfe Jennings)] I, remember livin' in the projects I, remember spendin' welfare checks That, something you never never forget How could I abandon you now? You'll always be a superstar (You will always be) No matter where you are (My heart has never felt this before) [Chorus-(Lyfe Jennings)] (Proud of you) Baby, you never got brand new Yo, baby, you never got brand new [Bridge-(Lyfe Jennings)] Baby, we came from nothing And we turned it into something And we never ever act like: We're too good, we too bougey for the hood life Real recognize real, and you know this Living with me in the streets and the show biz (Now everybody know your name, and they caught up in the fame) (You still the same, nobody can keep up with you, yeah) [Chorus-(Lyfe Jennings)] (Proud of you) 'Cause you never got brand new (all the money) You never got brand new (proud of you) Baby, you never got brand new |
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| from Notorious B.I.G. - Duets: The Final Chapter [Expicit Version] (2005) | |||||
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from T.I. - Urban Legend: Grand Hustle (2004)
(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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from T.I. - Urban Legend [single] (2005)
[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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| from T.I. - Urban Legend (2017) | |||||
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| from T.I., Paul Wall - Urban Legend (Chopped & Screwed) (2018) | |||||
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| from T.I. - Da' Nic (Clean Ver.) [ep] (2015) | |||||
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| from T.I. - Da' Nic (Explicit Ver.) [ep] (2015) | |||||
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| from Chris Brown, Tyga - Fan Of A Fan The Album (2015) | |||||
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