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(feat. Mac Boney)
This a trap This aint no album This aint no game This a trap (trap muzik) [Repeat 8x] [1st Verse] Welcome back to the trap Niggas back in the trap Wit another heavy chevy Big dope boys and trap All you rap niggas role out I trap when it's cold out Whack niggas flyin But I stay down to I'm sold out Cause down a hundred ground Like a rapping in a dope house Man wherever I be The feds got me scoped out Mother fucker let my nuts hang Block out the duc canes Cook it to it bubbles Doulble fast as a mustang I know you think you fuck man But little showty tuff man Been a long time Since a nigg from Alanta Spit this nuts game Thats a very few of real niggas So how could they give nigga The feelin that a real nigga Would get around a real nigga All they do is still niggas ideas And rhythm wit em Holla sumthin similar Talking bout the hood Like they hung in em I got a million rhythms Want em come get em What bitch you pussy nigga I'm just havin fun wit em [chorus repeat 8x] [verse 2] Still telling niggas I aint wholing I aint crolling When the 12 hit the corner I aint brolling I aint rolling Keep the coat stretch out Like Carl Louis Hamstring Stepped on like I'm working With the damn thing Drible baby aint seen What I do to a ounce of doe A whip man on my pager Like I pay you folks To whip somemoore I'm doper than the fluid cellur I flip it all up by myself I give my niggas recipes So they can turn to sumthin else They love to work Thats why I keep em comin Like conlasions plate We flip the cake We move this shit from Georgia Baby state to state Attemadate Niggas in the city Who've been moving weight Nobody loosing weight They fuck with us Cause you've been known to hate Demonstrate The way we turned the trout Out in '98 Sarted out in '95 Started out with nicks and dimes Niggas you done lost your mind Thinking you could set up shop Pimpin I respect the game Lets take this to another block [chorus repeat 8x] [outro talk] [outro verse] Pimp squad Showty still in the trap When I spot a scene hot With the man name Jon And the collad green pot On alot of straight hen And alot of green pot Compation in a range Like he gotta be stop Well maybe I will be But probably not Oh what the blood cloak You try to knock em out and he sock Listen to me I'm serious Thinkin how did he not End up way up On the top of Detroit If come where I was You gotta be pop And if you really want to pop And I rather be dropped Listen pops Want to know a little more About rap Firts rule this is real It aint just a record deal Its a trap [music continues] [music fades] |
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| 2. |
| 4:18 |
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[T.I]
Hell no I cant quit Hell no man we got to much money to get shawti stay down grand hustle Look... IM this far from being a star and just that close to quittin I never should of came close to missing But I want to be a musician pimpin not a politician listen feel my position this a rough transition Plus I'm way to deep in the game to be trying to change From fortune and fame and glamour I could be in the slammer Or six feet under Atlanta its a blessing to breath I walk the streets with seven felonies I'm blessed to be free Long as somebody up in heaven who keep blessing the G T.I.P is still be blessing CD's so haters you can see these Cause I'm back now with something to prove everything to gain pimpin nothing to lose I oughta start smackin niggas when there's nothing to do They to big shoot em in the leg and even the odds cause you aint hard Less you round with captain C ROD Trap with KT and brawl with JR Fuck hoes with DP broke bread with JG Switch labels like KP poofa did all that to me even Though I'd rather go back to slangin drugs an shit This a gang of niggas and bitches really love this shit [Chorus] I Can't Quit Even though Police's hate on legit And rappers hate it cause they know I'm the shit Hell naw I cant quit Some niggas hatin on the money I'm getting Most of them hatin cause im fuckin they bitch Naw pimpin I can't quit Some niggas hatin on the rocks and the rings Some of them hate cause they dont think I'm the king Hell naw i cant quit People hate it when you better then them They ain't hate start worrying then Hey I'm winning I cant quit [T.I] Ten years an album and two deals fo' real we all know I should of sold two million at least It's all good though I flow for the streets I do it for yall every weekend see who in the mall Still in the traps signing your shirts given you doubt Kikin it with ya' then get yo' and your folk into the club Holes of the pictures where girls gave kisses and hugs Hold and I look at the show passing niggas the drove One of the realist rappers niggas will know But niggas be hatin to the point where they be calling the station But they respect it cause I'm ready and focused Then I see they panties an vocals, I want you to know This the closest you know this Niggas in the game ain't real got to stay sellin records cause the fame ain't shit And fuck the units that they name will sell They'll break your hearts and see your favorite rappers lame as hell [Chorus] [T.I] Some of the people some of time times Some of you rhyme but might not like one of them lines I tell you, I let you criticize me one of them times Those of you that think I'm to cocky get in front of the line Whether you don't like my ego or my arrogant flow Don't like it when you say im tyte I say I already know Don't like how I was talkin shit before my album blowed Think I need to calm it down become more like the average Joe So, fuck yo' little thoughts and that little house you think I'm in Get a Benz i value your opinion then think i give a fuck how many times my record spins Well what you recommend, I'm back again [Chorus] |
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| 3. |
| 3:18 |
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[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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| 4. |
| 4:13 |
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Ay I'm working here, know what I'm saying
Try to put yourself in my shoes for a second Its not personal I'm just sayin though [Verse 1] Ay look From when the moon came out 'till the sun came up I was supplyin the days when where they flame up Our mamas passing, by trying to explain us Pissing in the bushes like they never house trained us But, try to understand thats how we came up You get to know us, you'll love us but you can't change us (naw) Really we rather be rich and famous But in the mean time were forced to slang dust 'Dro or crack cocaine, Penicillin to Rogaine Ecstacy, Viagra, whatever'll get the dough mayne Im tired of people mis-representing my dough mayne Oh you think we out here killing for nothing, hustling for no gain (picture that) [Hook (sample playing in the background)] Hey man I'm just doing my job Hey lady, don't mind me I'm just doing my job I don't wanna make your life more harder, I'm just doin my job You live here, I work here I'm doing my job [Verse 2] I don't know if you don't know, don't care or can't see Every time something up in the hood, it ain't me And I ain't always up to no good and know the crease And we ain't always gotta pass through the hood without speaking (how you doing) We ain't out here threatining your lives, raping your children We just out here staying alive, making a million (you know) Working hard, trying to survive chasing a mill-ion You hear us talking loud, just think of this is chamelion React to the situations, but accusations is still We vulgarizing you how...hey man you just hurting my feelings (maaan). We got lives, we wa |
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| 5. |
| 4:37 |
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Chorus (T.I.)]
[Jazze Pha] Hey, let's get away and get a room on the other side of town Hey shawty, I was feenin'for you (Was you thinkin' of me, ay, ay...) [Trina] Hey, let's get room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down (Whachu would do?) Hey daddy, I was feenin' for you [Verse 1] Bet they be like "I know he tired of the nightlife He want a wife, he just lookin' for the right type" Yea right, I be ridin' through the city lights My hat bent, gettin' high behind the 'lac tint I'm chilllin' with Brazilian women, heavy accents They black friends translatin', got'em all ass naked, adjacent Have relations wit'em many places Leavin' semen in they British faces Make'em kiss they partners with it in they faces Young pimpin' sprung women 'cross the 50 states Got young ladies requestin' "What's Yo Name" on 50 stations Askin' me what's a pussy popper, want a demonstration But I ain't waitin' til the second date, I'm so impatient Relieve'em of they aggravation, take'em rollerskatin' On them Dayton's, tell'em "Baby, stick with me, you goin' places" Go replace'em, draw erase'em out my memory Moist panties and wet sheets when they think of me [Chorus (T.I.)] [Trina] Hey, let's get away and a room on the other side of town Hey daddy, I was feenin' for you (Was you feenin' for me? Ay, sing it for me, pimpin') [Jazze Pha] Hey, let's get room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down (Tell'em shawty) Yea baby, I was feenin' for you [Verse 2] Yo, yo... uh.. From Miami to Cali, from Vegas to Jersey Got'em in Houston, Virginia, New Orleans, ya heard me? All the classy ones like to act like they a virgin And the nasty ones like when I talk to'em dirty But I'm breakin' the ice, got'em laughin' and flirtin' They be, removin' they skirts when they hop in the 'burban Once the flick start playin' and the "E" start kickin' in Her girlfriend lickin' and she beggin' me to stick it in That's why, I like chillin' with women who like women Lightskinned... Asians, Jamaicans and white women Indians, Italians, Haitians and Puerto Ricans They be itchin' for they chance and waitin' in me to freak'em They say.. [Chorus (T.I.)] [Girl] Hey, let's get away and a room on the other side of town Hey daddy, I was feenin' for you (Was you feenin' for me? Ay, tell'em for me, pimpin') [Jazze Pha] Hey, let's get room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down (Ay, listen to me) Yea baby, I was feenin' for you (Was you feenin' for me?) [Verse 3] Excuse me shawty, but I been watchin' you now for a while Yo whole style, from yo toes to the way that you smile And I hope you ain't offended by the way that this sounds But uhh... all I keep thinkin' bout is layin' you down And I'm, keepin' it pimpin', I ain't playin' around Ain't got that kinda time cuz this the only day I'm in town So come and, chill in the cut if you willin' to cut And when you, give me a hug I be feelin' yo butt Now so while for while we talkin', I'm fillin' yo cup We killin' the bottle, wake up in dirty linen tomorrow But tell me would it trouble you if we ended up at the W- Sippin' on a Malibu pine apple juice and a blunt or two Now whachu wanna do? Opportunity's right in front of you Know you used to meetin' dudes, dodgin'em for a month or two But young pimpin' spit linen to the young women I'm T.I.P., known as pussy popper to some women [Chorus (T.I.)] [Jazze Pha] Hey, let's get away and get a room on the other side of town Hey shawty, I was feenin' for you (Was you feenin' for me... ay, ay...) [Trina] Hey, let's get room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down Hey daddy, I was feenin' for you (Oh yea... c'mon, tell'em) [Trina] Hey, let's get away and get a room on the other side of town Hey daddy, I was feenin' for you (Shit I'm on my way) [Jazze Pha] Hey, let's get room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down Yea baby, I was feenin' for you [Jazze Pha talking] Whoa whoa whoa.. Ladies and gentlemen This... is a Jazze Phizzle, T.I. collaborangelle.. King of the south! Oh boy! Jazze Phizzle, T.I., Grand Hustle daddy! So smooth daddy... futuristic.. Pimps up daddy! |
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| 4:43 |
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[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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(You know yo folk be stayin down on the rode man rollin all the way from Florida, M.I.A.
on up to duevall on up to Tennesse. a lot of the real niggas be showin love you know wha i'm sayin, i really appreciate that.. all the dope boys be comin out all the home girls be showin love, but a lot of folks man, they still be looking like who i'm is...let me tell them...) Who i'm is? Rubberband Man wild as the Taliban Nine in my right 50 large in my other hand Who i'm is? Call Me troubl-man Always in trouble man Worth a couple hundread grand Chevy's all Colors man Who i'm is? Rubber band man like a one man band Treat these niggas like "The Apollo" and i'm the Sandman Tote a hundred grand carrying it in the waste band looking for a sweet lick this is the wrong place man Seven time Felon Aye, what i care about a case man I campaignin to bury the hate so say your grace man Aye i don't talk behind a nigga back I say it in his face I'm a thorough bred nigga i don't fake it and i don't hate Check the resume' nigga My records' impecCable anywhere in the "A" nigga, Tip is highly respectable and in M.I.A. nigga, i'm tryin to keep it proffessional Cuz all this tongue ration, finna have me snappin i'm tellin ya From the bottom of the Deuval, Cacaliacky to New York And everybody showing me love this went to you all Who i'm is? Rubberband Man wild as the Taliban Nine in my right 50 large in my other hand Who i'm is? Call Me troubl-man Always in trouble man Worth a couple hundred grand Chevy's all Colors man (repeat) Aye, who i'm is? Call me trouble-man Stayed in some trouble man Some niggas still hatin, though shawty, but they some sucka's man Got a couple fanS that love to do nothing other than Dick suck sho nuff, but hey i still love them man Little pimp got my mid in the muzzle Stayed down on his grind put the crown on they hustle Aye, i can show you how to juggle anything to make it jump We blow real estate, liquor store with no trouble Young cassius clay of my day, marvin gay of my times Trying to stay alive living how i say in my ryhmes My cousin use to tell me take this shit a day at a time He tole me FRIDAY or dieD SUNDAY, & WEDNESDAY in the ground I still smile cuz some how i know he seeing me now So i'm doin all my shows just like he in the crowd... (Aye, throw your lighters up for my cousin 2 aaliyah, Left-Eye, and Jam MaSter Jay) Now, Who i'm is? Rubberband Man wild as the Taliban Nine in my right 50 large in my other hand Who i'm is? Call Me troubl-man Always in trouble man Worth a couple hundread grand Chevy's all Colors man (repeat) Aye, Who i'm is? Grand-hustleman More hustles than hustle man WHY IM WEARIN A rubber band that representin the struggle My folk who trapping til they come up with another plan Stack a couple of grand to get theyself off they mama land To ganstas who been servin since you was doin the running man Went down DID 10 back round and rich again That's why i'm young with the soul of an old man I'm shell shocked get shot SLOW YOUR roll man Still ride around with the glock on control man Nah i ain't robbin i'm just looking for the dro man (Aye, where you from) From a nigga slaingin blow, pimpin hoes, wanna boe? 24's aye let these other niggas know.. Who i'm is? Rubberband Man wild as the Taliban Nine in my right 50 large in my other hand Who i'm is? Call Me troubl-man Always in trouble man Worth a couple hundread grand Chevy's all Colors man Who i'm is..... nah, na,na, nah....repeat until fade out |
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| 8. |
| 3:05 |
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Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
You think them niggaz is hot Well shawty look what I got (nigga look what I got) You think I'm lying nigga Look what I got Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Shawty look what I got Ay, pimpin look what I got Look what I got My nigga look what I got [Verse One] Big wheels still spin when I stop Presidential roll, gold rolex watch With no rocks I save them for the pinky Keep you niggaz blinkin' He ain't wearin' platinum, Naw But I keep you niggaz thinking Mink seats sure to keep a nigga sinkin' Swear he ain't slangin' But I know that nigga creepin' Got a condo, in Orlando For the weekend Homes be so crunk in the club We gotta sneak in No more room in the V.I.P They payin' just to peek in When they leave They be lookin in a car They can't even see in And that's just the Be-gin-ning In the city that he in He was rappin' in the cafeteria But now that nigga serious Heard he got a CL, a EXT on Spreewells Several Chevy's on 24's (Hold up), “how many records he sell?” Man I don't know But he got a label now Them boys, the PSC (hell) I heard Atlantic gave 'em a deal for 2 or 3 mill. (ay, shawty) (for real nigga?) [chorus] Look what I got A old school, a truck and a drop So next time you think them niggaz is hot Shawty, look what I got The respect of the niggaz and G's So next time you say them niggaz is G's You probably lookin' at me A what, we ballin' Bought the bar for the broads So next time you think them niggaz is hard Shawty, look at the squad I'm buyin' yachts, have the streets on lock So next time you think yo' peeps on top Pimpin, look what I got [Verse Two] I'm well known in the hood Like the dope man phone number Roll anything I can throw some 24's under Nigga talk bad 'bout the man But I shole wonder Why the dope boys fuck with 'em And the hoes love 'em Very little promotions on this album Never heard of 'em But it's jammin' like the fuck Was jumpin' out the stores 'cause I was born in the raid and I'm made in the streets I done played in the days In the shade in the streets I say I rapped in the trap With the best in the streets Shot craps in the back You know the rest, nigga please You doin' business with me You best invest in some skills I sell slopes of snow I don't fuck with little blow nigga Got 80 k's, it's gone take a little more (to what?) To double up and bring it back And make a little more (You movin' slow) And movin slow, now what you take a nigga for? I'ma cock hammers and 44's And nail yo ass to the floor And I ain't braggin', I'm just letting niggaz know 'cause the media and radio can get a nigga so Fucked up Comparin' me to these niggaz little flow I do a song Fuck up they whole little show (so shawty) [chorus] |
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| 4:58 |
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[Chorus] 2X
Don't hate me shawty But even if you hate me shawty I still love you And now I only wish that you could See that my intentions were good I still love you [Verse 1] Forgave me once, forgave me twice, forgave me three times I stayed lyin', you stayed down in the meantime Had my son and turned around and had another one I broke yo heart when I told you bout the other one I stay in trouble ha? Ain't got too much to loose Knew I could loose it all but never thought of losin' you Eleven years ago I still regret me choosin' you Meetin' you, pursuin' you and doin' you in '92 You fixed plates, showed yo face at every courtdate And all you wanted me to do was call when I was out late How could I let you go? I thought I knew it all When you deserved the best and more, you been through it all You think I sold yo dreams, but what I say I mean Just take it to consideration, I was 17 I'm still the same man, just had a change of plan Never ask you back and fuck a wedding band But I still love you Repeat Chorus 1 w/ ad libs [Verse 2] Went from resentin' you, hatin' you, now I'm missin' you On the realest shit I ever dropped, dissin' pops I never even thought, to ask my mom what happened Just knew that you was livin' in Manhattan and I was trappin' We never had a chance, we was in different states But all forgiven, you was human and we make mistakes You tried to make it up, but shit, you couldn't pay enough You sent me tons of toys and clothes thinkin' you gave enough But it wasn't though, and you wasn't there That's all I knew, so I grew up thinkin' you ain't care I know it wasn't fair, but ay, it wasn't fun But now what's done is done, no matter wha, I'm still yo son I could care less if none of yo other children come I'ma be right there prayin' you live to be a million one Finally I understand, hustlin', livin' fast Tryin' to get the cash and settle down and be a dad You probably never knew, cuz hey, I never said it But pops, I'm just like you, I'm stubborn and I'm hardheaded But now you dead in the ground, no meanin' tellin' you now But all I wanted was for you to be proud I still love you [Chorus] Don't hate me shawty If I ain't told you lately shawty I still love you Now I only wish that I could See that yo intentions were good I still love you Don't hate me shawty Please don't hate me shawty Ay, I still love you And now I only wish that I could See that yo intentions were good (Watch yo boy, shawty) [Verse 3] How could I criticize my daddy on that last verse Lookin' at my own dirt, you got some nerve But be that as it may, I got some shit to say It's been a secret, I can't keep it for another day I got a lil' girl, not just two lil' boys And that's been killin' me inside, eatin' me alive And I can't find the words, nor the nouns or verbs To express whachu deserve, girl you worth the world But I'm a man and I ain't perfect, if you hear me now I'll tell you wha had happened, when, why, where and how Me and yo mama met, we kinda kicked it off But we wasn't 'posed to have a baby, we just chillin' out We had a lot in common, almost the same signs Same goals, said thangs at the same time But then we destroyed the situation like the a changed mind How could I look her in her eyes and holla "Dat ain't mine" Her stomach gettin' bigger, and time is gettin' close Six, seven, eight, nine months and I ain't told mah folks Not just messiah mama, hell, I had told yo granny Three kids in two years, baby, daddy panicked But I ain't ashamed of you, I'm more ashamed of me It's not at all yo fault, you'd be better off blamin' me But now I realize, where the problem lies Forgive me babygirl, I apologize And I still love you [Chorus] 2X Don't hate me shawty Please don't hate me shawty Cuz I still love you Now I only wish that you could See that my intentions were good |
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| 3:41 |
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Want to be your man, please...tell you why
(I know what y'all thinking) Doop doop doop doop doop doop (First he can't be my man, now he want to be my man) (I wish this nigga make his mind up) Can't live my life...tell you why (All my niggaz man we gonna have be 21 bout this shit you know) Oh baby, oh baby (We gonna step out the track for one sec, one sec) [Verse 1] Now what I got to say, seal with a kiss Know I can't be your man why I feel like this What I need with a woman when I live like this Different chicks running in and out the crib like this Maybe five, maybe six, seven, eight'll be enough Plus the twins make ten but for you I give it up Set times to the side just for us to live it up Walking out a rav farm, purple label linen ??? It's hard for me to discuss what I had vision for us Lots of trust, and a crib worth a couple million plus So what if I got a pass, labelled a dirt bag By the minute, hearts I broken and women I hurt bad Might I add Christian Dior and fur jackets A part of the pack, but still far from a marriage It's easy to lose balance when hearts just start carin With the attractions apparent, its hard to stop starin [Hook] Hey baby let me tell you sumthin, come here I need to tell you sumthin (Tell you why) Hey shorty let me tell you sumthin, wanna talk need to tell you sumthin (doop doop doop doop doop doop doop) Lil mama let me tell you sumthin, I wanna tell you sumthin (Cant live my life...without you) Hey baby let me tell you sumthin, Shorty I've been meanin to tell you sumthin (Oh baby, oh baby) [Verse 2] If I can get a little bit of your time, shorty I got some shit I want to get out my mind, and I know You get enough of niggaz hollerin ya fine (hey ask...ask ya friend man, man I got this) Introductions seem to bug you, them partnas of mine My bad, I know you think I'm probably lyin Then imma stop to conversate, relates all of ya time...man Look, but half of that shit is all in ya mind Say you should follow your heart and I'm follow my mind But anyway, when I see yo' face Im thinking three or four days in Montego Bay At the Half Moon, but I know she gon' say I already have too many hoes, I know But if I had you, all the dough I'd blow On eleven karat pink stones trillion row I wanna be the reason why you showing ya teeth Without a worry in the world when you rollig with me [Hook] |
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| 11. |
| 3:53 |
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[Rap Verse: T.I.] + (T.I.P. alter ego)
I wanna talk to you shawty (Why?) 'Cause you be trippin' sometimes (Man I'm just trying stay true to what I say in my rhymes) It ain't a doubt in my mind, but you got a lot on the line You need to think 'bout yo' actions (Why?) You be overreactin' (Maaaan) Look at Cap and K.T. listen to K.P. (What about 'em; where the fuck this shit come from?) Or to a J.G. to your mama or D.P Or somebody shawty shit you be makin' me sick (Nigga fuck you!) You'd be a motherfuckin' fool if you blow this lick (Alright alright) This the chance of a lifetime, you know this shit Remember what Jarmel told us "stay focused Tip" (I remember nigga) (Man but they be tryin' me shawty) Niggaz be tryin' you how? Ay let them tell it, you was just another guy in the crowd (Naw, but they be talkin' too loud) Man you be listenin' too hard Just pay these niggaz no attention and keep fuckin' they broads (Alright) I know you harder than these niggaz (Yeah) and smarter than these niggaz (Yeah) More heart than these niggaz (Yeah) Quit worryin' 'bout thses niggaz (Ay man fuck these niggaz I'm from Bankhead and I don't know where you stayed at) (But talkin' sideways behind my back, I never played that) (Since you become a payed cat T.I. you been so layed back) (I wonder where lil' bad ass Tip from back in the day at) Man that nigga had to stay back there so we could be that Nigga on TV and FYI we got the P back Hold up shawty freeze Jack (What?) "Lame" I'll never be that (Yeah OK) Changed my name a thousand times and still a G believe that (Oh yeah good we go Ki's) (That nigga from overseas back) You see what I be sayin' 'bout this nigga (What man? Shit) I don't believe that You ain't listenin' is ya? You got issues I got kids, 2 boys a lil' girl (Ay I know nigga they my kids too) You know it's one false move and it's back to the big house The judge told our ass "one more time" and we ain't gettin' out (I wouldn't say that) Be thinkin' 'bout standin' outside in the sunshine (Ho) Watchin' nigga's heads get buck for cuttin' the lunchline Ay shawty you ain't 'posed to make the same mistake more than one time (And I ain't made the same mistake twice since uh '99) Please, boy stop don't get me started folk it's not the time And let's just do this shit my way get paid and have a lot of time Plenty fine bitches, who gon' pull shawty you is? (Man you know Tip got the hoes) And Tip hoes got gold teeth (What that mean? What you tryna say nigga?) Mine got jobs, good credit and they own features (And mine boost clothes, sell 'dro, got the blow cheap) (I guess it's just depend on what ya like folk) That's right folk (And I was just kiddin' 'bout them kites folk) Heh, alright folk (I'm really glad we had a chance to sit it down and rap a tad) (I admit you had a couple points, sometimes I act a ass) Ay but it is so important to keep it real though just like ya said No record deal, no amount of mil' shall go to my head (And with that said can't nobody tell us shit, so fuck the hatin') How many niggaz real enough to stand and give theyself a straightenin'? |
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| 12. |
| 4:55 |
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[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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| 13. |
| 5:00 |
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[Verse One]
I been a menace to society Since when? Since menace to society Still refused to become a legitimate citizen quietly Felt like my labor hidin' me But here I am anyway I might be back to slangin' grams any day And if this record flop Well I'll be--back Wit' a bomb of heart Wit' C-Rod and the squad This whole industry's a façade Man this ain't real life Half these rappers don't know what sacrifice feel like Man these niggaz is all hype Not even rappin' on real mics They just get high and say whatever the fuck they feel like They make me feel like bustin' these niggaz one at a time And I'm still outbustin' these niggaz Hoe pick a rhyme [Chorus] Ay, what these other niggaz talkin' I don't believe that shit I'm the king 'cause I said it And I mean that shit Ay, what's so special 'bout him Ay, he ain't all that shit I set the city in fire Have you seen that shit? Ay, what these other niggaz talkin' I don't believe that shit I'm the king 'cause I said it And I mean that shit Ay, what's the big deal about him? He ain't even that shit I set the city on fire Have you seen that shit? [Verse Two] It's only five rappers outta Atlanta who bustin' And I'm one of 'em The other four, you know who you are But if you gotta think twice Well shawty you ain't nice Regardless of your publishing deal You can't write I'm the best thing left blowin' breath on the mic The king of the south Nothin' else will suffice You wanna bet? Well put yo' budget up Match the price Me and you like putting matches to ice You won't make it Before I had a deal I was still butt naked God signed this, like keeping' the Lord's promise The truth nigga Like Beenie's first LP You can do a song with N'Sync And couldn't outsell me I'm a legend in my own time A prophet in my own rhymes A king wit' a concubine [Chorus] Niggaz like you, a dime a dozen They come and go So why I'm runnin' now And I ain't never run before Grab choppers, cock 'em and blow Stoppin' the show Bet or owe 'em, droppin' the hoes You just keep watchin' the door Pop 'em, watch 'em drop to the floor Fluff his pockets and go Put a quarter block on his nose And a glock in his clothes He can keep his watches and gold For his momma to hold She'll be there buyin' the hoes Before the drama unfolds They know shawty outta control Got me hot as a stove Puttin' holes in yo' Girbaud Wettin' up yo' polos 44's and Callico's a black and a chrome lettin' loose and splackin' your dome hoppin' back in the Brougham known for kickin' in yo' door wavin' gats in yo' home clearin' it out I'm sorry I ain't hearin' you out You hearin' about The squad pumpin' Fe in your heart Because you know sacrifice Was near and dear to your heart [Chorus] (talking) Ay, my niggaz Y'all already know what it is T-I-P, Grand Hustle, Pimp Squad For life nigga Sanchez on the beat, dig this man I'ma keep it always pimpin' I'm stayin' down Y'all niggaz gone send yo' demos in Get cha little motherfuckin' deal Go sell records Nigga I got houses, I got blow, I got dro Nigga I got hoes, nigga I got property nigga What you wanna do nigga? Fuck y'all niggaz Come see about me if you don't like it King of da God damn south Rubberband man in this bitch Uh, oh, oh |
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| 14. |
| 5:00 |
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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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| 15. |
| 2:14 |
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YEA..
Dis for all my niggaz who think dey hard.. [laughing] You wanna know whats hard(whats hard pimp?) Goin about yo day nigga losin yo life at the end of it Now dats whats hard...(MINDING MY MUTHAFUCKING BUSINESS) Let me tell yall bout the last day I lived nigga [Verse] I'm in the 96 Impala with the gat in my lap Annihilating any nigga tryin to work in my trap Now see the feds got me tap'd So to keep 'em off of my bac I got a crib in the trap and a crib to relax Now my indictment was a secret and thats the way that they keep it If I aint have a hoe givin head to the feds Comin bac tellin me exactly what they said I'm a dead man walkin.. Waitin on time in jail But I'll die before I let 'em stop my mail Long as I got another ounce to sell What the hell I'ma bail? a grap my scale Get another key and I'ma slang my yayo Niggaz on the westside cant re-up becuz its a drought So I check the crack house.. DAMN it sold out So back to the crib so I can check this stash Aint sure about how much dope I had Got a couple keyz in the safe right now Weigh it up cook it up then chop it down Now I'm ready to go and pick up my fetti But before I leave the house I cant dip without grabbin my G'z And my keyz to my brand new V put 'em in pocket with the gat to see Niggaz pleeze nigga you holla bout freeze Put this red dot to ya ass and squeeze Now I'm dippin bac to the swats With the 4-4 and a plastic glock Turned around and I had to stop Couldnt trap swarn it wuz cops Standin there and I still aint scared Mac Boney nem must have fled Only cops is I fear is the feds On my car flashin blue and red Damn there dey go now its time to dip Got the 4-4 right my hip 9 millimeter wit a extra clip Dats what yall niggaz get fuckin round wit TIP Bustin at 'em N cussin at 'em but aint no shakin 'em Them bullets dat they wuz bustin at me my vest wuz takin 'em Makin dem pigs fall in pain Turned around cuz one call my name Took a hot one to the brain Yea I died but LONG LIVE THA GAME.. |
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