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[Singing]
[T.I. Talking:] Still ain't forgave myself.. damn It's a lotta fucked up shit that go down man.. You don't even know the half.. [Verse 1] Man I been in and outta trouble since an adolescents Spoiled rotten, dead fresh, wit no daddy present I got two uncles, Quint and Man and they keep me straight 7 and 8, I'm countin money while they movin weight My daddy send me clothes and always tell me come and see him I say aiight but still I feelin like my momma need him They sendin letters home from school, nobody read mines And plus my uncles, doin 10 years F.E.D. time Then I started rebellin, began crack sellin Tha littlest thang on the corner wit a Mac 11 After school I hear my momma holla homework I say aiight ma, but look I got my own work Started interactin wit fiends at the age of 13 Now my momma findin rocks in my socks, glocks in my toy box Like damn, why do trouble come to me like this But on the real, it ain't even have to be like this (fuck) [Hook] Mistakes made on this road to wealth I still ain't forgave myself Ay, what I am today I made myself but I still ain't forgave myself For runnin to the grave getting closer to death I still ain't forgave my self For anyone who ever wondered how I felt I still ain't forgave myself [Verse 2] At 14 man, thought I knew everything I'm slangin slabs, trappin hard, movin heavy Cain I bought an '85 cutlass on some dane-a-danes Now I'm the shit, huh, the motor blew in 30 days Hardheaded man I ain't listen to anything I'm getting money so, I'm right and I got plenty game Besides why I need school, Im'ma be rappin momma If that don't work, then I guess Im'ma be trappin momma But hey I promise Im'ma make it cause I'm damn good Im'ma get us out this hood and off these can goods School just a white man game, and it's ran good At 16, here's my introduction to manhood Blue lights behind me, damn what I'm gonna do Cause I got 2 pounds of weed and a 3.80 too I guess everything'll be aiight if I just keep it cool How ya doin officer, what ya mean why I ain't in school Can you search the car?? Yea but, I rather that you didn't Besides it's just a waste of yo time cause ain't nutthin in it [Laugh] I guess that's when I seen, that I ain't know shit When stuck in a place wit freedom I ain't gone get.. (Damn!) [Hook] Mistakes made on this road to wealth I still ain't forgave myself Ay, what I am today, I made myself But I still ain't forgave myself Guess these the chances ya take, when dealt the cards I was dealt But I still ain't forgave myself For anyone who ever wondered how I felt I still ain't forgave myself [Verse 3] Outta all the niggaz I was wit when I was doin wrong 3 in the fed, 1 doin life, and 2 dead and gone Knew there was more to life than sellin blow and chopper bustin But what's the good in knowin' better if I ain't tell 'em nutthin I knew I coulda told Cap not to kill shawty Put down the gun, get in the car let 'em live shawty You'll probably get locked up, and I'll probably have a deal shawty Naw, I ain't scared, I'm just telling ya like it is shawty Coulda told Endae, Quint, and Kern, man ya covers blow Leave that country town alone, yall needa come back home Bankhead and J-Rue, I just feel like if I was wit 'em They woulda never got killed that night if I was 'em Seem like I coulda done mo', said mo' Why all my partners gotta be dead or in the fed fo'?? All the time, I just wish that yall could ball wit me Sometimes at night I close my eyes, and dream that yall wit me (damn.) [Hook] And even though they say I cant blame myself I still ain't forgave myself For all the mistakes made on this road to wealth I still ain't forgave myself What I am today, I made myself But I still ain't forgave myself For anybody who ever wondered how I felt I still ain't forgave myself And yea they say I cant blame myself But I still ain't forgave myself Fo the mistakes made on this road to wealth I still ain't forgave myself Guess this the chance that you take, when dealt the cards I was dealt But I still ain't forgave myself For anybody who ever wondered how I felt I still ain't forgave myself (Ain't Forgave myself) [Talking] Yea, for anybody who ever wondered how I felt anybody who ever wondered what's wrong wit me, here it is.. 3 16's of what's in the heart of T.I.P. This song is dedicated to everybody who ain't here wit me Cap, damn.. you fucked up shawty, but when you get out if I live to see it, its gone be on again ya know what I'm sayin And we ain't gotta worry bout goin to jail shawty we legit now Ya know what I'm sayin.. Cern, Quint, Endae, yall gone get out man and when you do I'll be there shawty.. always Bankhead, J-rue, I'm sorry man, some shit I cant change When I get up there, we gone ball again, open the gates shawty let me in.. we gone ball. J-Rue man I know money ain't worth a friend shawty.. I fucked up bad man.. I still ain't forgave myself My momma, sorry I ain't graduate but hell we rich now it don't matter. My uncles shit, it don't matter either.. yall back. Well hell.. My Lil' boy (music stops) you betta not do the same shit I did or Im'ma whoop yo muthafuckin ass.. |
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Ay, ay, ay, what you need shawty
Ay shawty man a I got 5 for 45 shawty, 5 for 45 Well shit what you need shawty Ay these these bd's right here shawty Ay this that this that noyd too shawty You can't get no better than this right here Ay nigga well get the fuck out my trapp then [Verse 1] A crack a ki' a crumb do it fifty mo' times The quarter go for 5 and the half go for 9 Still in the trapp wit them break down dimes Hit me on the hipper anytime, I don't mind Why y'all niggas bitching on and whining I'm a grind Shack it in the winter and the summer I'm a shine (getting mine) It's plenty of money to be made from Candler Road to Bankhead It's plenty of room to get paid for those that ain't scared I got the hard for the j's and dro' for the dank heads The dope game still strong like pimping ain't dead Heard what I said I ain't buying no yell Weighing 36 o's or more on a triple beam scale Yeah, look like you got that touchy bug shawty Standing round in my trapp I think you fucking up shawty Same nigga who taut a k getting paid in the trapp Made a song for the niggas and the J's in da trapp For the... [Hook] Da dope boyz in the trapp nigga The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at nigga I say the, da dope boyz in the trapp nigga The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga This for da, ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga [Verse 2] Never everybody in the swats know I got the fiyah fiyah Nigga want that weight got it for the high high You can't even supply the package I buy I get it and I cook and it's gone for it dry Get a quarter ki and cut it down to all dimes Buy my own blow so the profits all mine How we gone shine?, the same way we gone grind Niggas ain't gone be able to see us hey, they gone think they gone blind C got choppers on his vert and I got daden's on mine Triple gold and vogues, poppin' moe' blowin' pine Honey brown wood grain wheel in the 'lac Oak on the dash and the 12's in the back Came for years of trappin', staying down wit the crack Now that I made it rapping I ain't never going back I'ma let the paper stack till it can't no more Still got love for my niggas slangin' blow Getting do' fo' sure [Hook] [Verse 3] I remember it all started wit a quarter ounce of hard Me and C-Roy crunked the trapp up in Cobb Nann nigga barred we the trillest niggas living If this ain't yo trapp then what the fuck you doing in it? What the muthafucking business, do you think you puttin down? If so then my corner you need to get the fuck from round Unless you wanna sell some weed my nigga Beed got the pound Anything else I don't need ya help, I got the hard locked down 37's ki's in da grill of the broam Jumped from 33 to my folk in Boyd homes All most gone ain't got but four mo' Eternal Simpson Road ain't no more blow Nothing left for you but to count my do' Just something else to do while I blow my dro' 350k what I paid for the shit Made 850 quick when I flipped all these bricks Getting rich in this bitch HooK: 2x {T.I. shouting out da dope boyz!} Ay one time for da dope boyz in ATL From the SWATS on Campbelton Road on over to the Westside on Bankhead, ya understand On over to Candler Road Ay I know y'all niggaz out there getting money in Decatur Got damn ay we going on down to Miami shawty Ay we know y'all niggas got them thangs down there for the low I'm coming to get some Ay one time for my niggas up in Tennessee shawty Up in Orange Mound, y'all niggas trapp rolling good On over to Memphis I know the pimpings real good down there |
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[T.I.]
Dez niggas robbing me Pray to God is nothing but a robbery I gave them all I had So they pulled they lick off flawlessly They yelling fussing cussing But all I hear is heaven calling Me next thing I know they busting They leaf me seven and they all in me on fallen knees help me please death is all I see If I die memory of a ballin Gee is all I'll be Never thought I'll be lying in a poodle of blood trying to breath I don't want to die but something is telling me It's time to leave say my apologizes Maybe find a piece of God Seen my whole life flash before my eyes And now it's getting dark body temp drop Going in shock prying out of fear close my eyes Take my last breath and I'm out here In my life I smoked a lot of weed Drunk a lot beer sold a lot of keys But that shit don't even matter here Somebody said walk toward the light But I ain't not ready to go Am I dead is it over you ain't ready to know [T.I.] Well now I moving toward the light And I ain't walling or nothing I ain't like the shit Well hell I guess ain't use for me to try to fight The shit what the business is you God I been waiting to meet you And I know I been hearing bout yall But like the one day I would see you But why you let dem niggas kill me you could have done something why you ain't come down there And shield me when them niggas started dumping Then he say excuse thy heat But I control no hate in And it coming not from me Well who coming from Satin Oh Satin did this excuse me lord But now my shit list and I know with all this phi shit you got a A-K Or a piston grip give me a click of angels whip dem thought loose the goal And get piston whipped a lot of die I ain't scared Who he think he is fuck with Tip I got a A-K two 45's bout 50 clip I'm fixto dip I ain't borrow shit I'm fixto trip Put a piston grip and loose thy lip And then he say two wrong doing make it not a right one a last Well forgiven me cause I'm bout to ride out on Lufica ass And all I need you to do is give me The strength and lord you know I'm need you With the shit I'm fixto attempt I'm fix to bust hell wide open fear don't control me and I'm O.G. hell can't hold me [T.I.] Now 'Pac and Biggie want ride too I guess that's cool sense that muthafucker The reason yall niggas had to die too My nigga Bankhead had to realize too Shawty let ride It's 4serious up here dough Cause we don't ride we glade Now I'm strapped and ready folks But I can't steam to do a thing With these wings how I'm supposed to keep them steady folks With a chopper on back of two 44's shawty no A the pain we fixto bring I don't thing he even ready for When it's on you already know Farewell bro. mama always told me I was bad enough to tear hell up IM doing this for what you made of From that time you made the bitch eat the apple to the time you pick your folks To put us on the boat and enslave us Worker that never paid us Killed Malcolm X, Martin Luther King and everybody else tried to come down here us Killed my father that raised us Kidnapped us from our country Take your distance in our religional way Well now it's time for the cadet to busted We want our spirits and our minds back now IM getting mines right now Pussy nigga lye it down I'm walkin Thought hell kicking the devil doors down spreading rounds waving cadet rounds Well I woke up I was lying down shawty WHAT HAPPENED? |
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I done been locked up wit the worsest of niggas
Armed robbin con men and murderous niggas The dope boys be the first to deliver Green, brown, or blow, got mo snow than Buffalo in the winter Think these lyrics is comin from a pretender If I said it I done seen it or done it So I mean it when I say you don't want it Done came a long way from jumpin the hunnids (hundreds) To baggin them quarters, doin shows from L.A. to Flawda (Florida) In Atlanta, I'm the law and the order, the king of it Got a throne and a brougham and a ? that's chrome Callin houses on the water my home, wit no mortgage or loan If I live in it I bought it and own it If I'm wit a bitch I caught her and boned it No question, no less than a week and she's in confession And I bought no necklace unless I'm investin' No exceptions, I'll open ya closed session. You ain't hard til you cookin' like this You ain't mob til you fucked wit the click Or you flippin' them bricks We make music for the broke and the rich For the hoop and the 6 For the hustlas went from nothin to ? [x2] We hustle from 6 to 6 to 6 again Sell fat nicks for 10 til the bricks get in Venturin from ATL to Michigan The talk of yo town, you ain't even worth mentionin Peppermint try'na get another shipment in And Sam Goody just hit us on the hip again Got hot shit under our fits that'll pierce ya skin And the click I'm in some made men, know dat Got a deal now, but I was the shit befo dat Totin steel now, but hold my own wit no gat T.I.P. the answer to the question "Where them hoes at?" The heat is catchin up to niggas runnin 4 flat At the club gettin crunker than crackers on Prozac Say you got some dubs on the Lac? Well shawty where the vogues at? T.I.P. ain't the shit? come on shawty, don't act I'm the hottest thing ever flowed over 24 tracks. You ain't hard til you cookin' like this You ain't mob til you fucked wit the click Or you flippin' them bricks We make music for the broke and the rich For the hoop and the 6 For the hustlas went from nothin to ? [x2] Some niggas wonder how I made it, I do what it takes At school I was cool wit the nigga who threw a 22 in ya face Took ya starter coat and choked ya til you blue in the face Or you might know me as the nigga who fucked ya bitch and bust 2 in her face Either way, I'm a winner like the 4 and the trey You probably never held mo dough than I can blow in a day Sometimes I'm wearin gold, sometimes I'm ridin on it Between us, I doubled up off my signin bonus K.P. and Jay say "Shawty, aye you goin' legit." But I ignored shit, when I scored a brick I bet you never knew how quick 36 O's'll flip Yeah I cook it til it bubble up, see how quick it double up Competition's in trouble I'm supplyin the hood Born, bred, when I'm dead, I'ma die in the hood Niggas be tryin the hood, I open fire in the hood Shut 'em up, wet 'em up, and let 'em lie in the hood. You ain't hard til you cookin' like this You ain't mob til you fucked wit the click Or you flippin' them bricks We make music for the broke and the rich For the hoop and the 6 For the hustlas went from nothin to ? [x2] |
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This some of that Ghet-O-Vision shit man
FUCK these niggaz, WHAT! WHAT! WHAT! (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon) yeah (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon) yeah, uhh Serious mayne... (yeah) This shit gets serious mayne... (I'm tellin ya shawty) Serious mayne... (ah ah, ya ya yea) This shit gets serious mayne... (ah ah, ya ya yea) Serious mayne (ah c'mon, ah ya ya yea) This shit gets serious mayne (aight, let's do it shawty tell 'em) [Hook] - 2X ATTENTION!!! - Let's get serious mayne! ATTENTION!!! - Let's get serious mayne! ATTENTION!!! - Let's get serious mayne! ATTENTION!!! - Ah wha-wha ah what WHAAAT! [T.I.] I'm goin in with funny niggas in the A The killas with the case, and now the niggas with the yea' All my niggas, where ya stay? Westside to Decatur, ah hey-ya, fuck ya wooden eight I lay you down if I got a thirty-shot in my Impala I'm a 3rd bred Bankhead, Roll Park scholar From a house with no father, school - why bother? That's why I call myself the King of the South Well nigga, ah you don't want what I'm break out the house Ah so I, strongly suggest you keep my name out ya mouth Before I, be in ya house tapin ya spouse to the couch And put a, hole in her blouse, I don't play young nigga Remember me from back in the day young nigga One more thing, fuck what you done heard 'bout Atlanta We finna break the standards, rubber bands instead of platinum I'm a hustler, not a rapper We gangstas, y'all some actors We finna turn this chapter, your spot is what I'm after I'm serious!! [Hook] - 2X [J-Bo] See I got the answers to all ya quest-ions (come on) From A-B to C, best learn your less-ons (-ons...) Cuz I'm so damn serious, it'll leave yo' ass stunned In the back and we packin on all who flex-un Like Redrum, it's bloody and ugly, who want some? Now put your middle fingers up until it's all done (it's all done) Cuz we ain't takin much of nothin but bash-un On all who attempt, intentions we blast-un [Sean Paul] I gut 'em, I roll 'em, I smoke 'em, and I pass 'em I serve 'em, deliver, walk up on 'em and blast 'em I'm strong but my niggaz, I'm takin they cash home Then hit the track and get rid of the whole bomb Cuz I'm serious nigga, you gon' feel this nigga Got a, trunk full of work, how you gon' kill this nigga? My niggaz givin out bricks, we can build this nigga If all fail we can 1-0-5 grill this nigga I'm dead serious [Hook] - 2X [Pastor Troy] S-E-R-I-O (uh-huh) U-S (uh-huh) I'm fresh (c'mon) One of the best (uh-huh) there are a couple (c'mon) We did this song last night, I gave 'em trouble (uh-huh) Jumped in my shuttle (uh-huh) and hauled ass (c'mon) Up 85 (yea) with Daytons (c'mon) You wanna blast (c'mon) come get yo' cannon (c'mon) I bet I'll leave yo' punk-ass, where ya standin (uh-huh) While you were plannin (c'mon) see I had plottin (uh-huh) You saw the smoke hoe, hell yeah I shot it (damn right) I'm bustin rockets screamin, "Die nigga, die!" (die nigga) Dont' fuck with D.S.G.B. or T.I. (c'mon) Do you know why, I don't fuck with nobody? (yeah) The same shit, that fucked up John Gotti (yeah) These niggaz watch me, but they don't wanna fuck with us (yeah) We makin 'em hush, we dead-ass serious! [Hook] - 4X [talking] YEEAH!! It's motherfuckin serious in this motherfucker, knahmtalkinbout I'ma tell y'all niggaz like this here (whassup whassup) If it's too hot for yo' ass (uh-huh) Get the fuck out the motherfuckin kitchen, knamtalkinbout (getcha ass out) The boy Lil' Jon, doin this shit with my nigga T.I.! Ghet-O-Vision, Youngbloodz (Ghet-O-Vison hoe!) That boy Pastor Troy (old Troy) It's serious mayne (serious) This shit motherfuckin serious.. (it serious bitch) In the south niggaz, they get motherfuckin serious (real serious) We out this bitch... holla... |
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[Verse 1]
You looking good in them guess's shawty showing yo ass Make a nigga wanna grab a hold of yo ass Strip you out yo couchie dress and hit the flo' wit yo ass When I leave the club I wanna see some more of yo ass I ain't tricking shit but I might spend some dough on yo ass The way you bouncin on my dick and grindin' slow wit yo ass Hit the v.i.p. wit me I po' some moe' fo yo ass Just so I can see you out there bouncin yo ass If I leave the club wit something rather go wit yo ass Them other broads fine but you a pro wit yo ass When I see u poppin and droppin I know it's yo ass In a crowd full of hoes I would notice yo ass [Bridge: T.I.] A now a thug done chose And I don't give a damn if the club done closed Give the DJ a dub tell him spin one mo So I can finish watching you poppin yo shakin yo, droppin yo, bouncin yo ass [Hook: T.I. & Females] (T) Now all my guls say (F) Do it baby stick it baby (T) Yeeeah, bounce ya ass and holla (F) Do it baby stick it baby (T) Alright, a in the club say (F) Do it baby stick it baby (T) Okay, so if ya wit it holla (F) Do it baby stick it baby (repeat) [Verse 2] I see ya every Friday night outside the club in da line wit ya partners Shawty you see all that ass poking out them Dolce Gabbana's Hey as soon as she get in I'm a find her ass The first record the DJ spend I'm behind her ass I don't care if I got some henn' I'm putting down my glass Just so I can get out there and grind her ass Wit yo fine ass, must I remind yo ass? You da baddest thing in here that's why I'm eyeing yo ass In ya Iceberg suit, ya face looking cute and I like those boots Ya nails all pretty and ya hair due too I'm fucking wit you, shit just choose and we'll be fucking by two [Bridge: 1x] [Hook: 1x] [Verse 3] I made this song to let you know shit that I see ya when you workin dat ass Make a nigga think later on he gone be twerkin' that ass And I can tell by the way you throw it back it ain't no hurting dat ass And ain't no room for nothing else in that skirt but that ass The jiggling shawty, got a nigga shivering shawty And if you don't know what to do wit you better give it here shawty Put a bend in her back, I'm throwing the dick she giving it back I tell her if you ever give me dat ass I ain't giving it back She bouncing her ass, later on I'm a blow a ounce wit her ass Ride out wit her ass, cut sumethin' on the couch wit her ass Then bounce to her pad, coz you know it ain't no housing her ass Coz since the first time I seen her, all I been thinking bout is her ass [Bridge: 1x] [Hook: 1x] Do it baby stick it baby (8x then end) |
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F/ The Neptunes
[T.I.] Yo, Uh (12x), a come on T.I.P. {Neptunes} Come on (4x), I said come on, come on, come on, come on Verse 1: T.I.P. A hour train spit game from the get green Ay T.I.P. been bangin' thick dames since he was 15 The click came ran trains if her shit clean The same broad fronted y'all like she Miss Thang And damn how da bitch seem she's a dick fiend All though I won't elaborate I'll say she lick things and get green She fuck wit me because I got big dreams And along wit a face she think she seen on the big screen I give it to her since she whine and her back hurt Then drive her crazy since she crying and she act worse Yeah, I'm a rapper, I'm a man, but I'm a mac first I need a broad wit a bank and a fat purse... and that's first Hook: {T.I. & Neptunes}1x [T] I'm a p-i-m, ah, m-p, Told y'all niggaz before about me Plenty Remi to the h-e, ah, a-d [N] Somebody buy some more dro' so we can smoke please Now what's yo name? [T] I'm pussy bumper number one [N] Yeah, I said what's yo name? [T] I'm pussy bumper number one Verse 2: T.I.P. Man trying to stop pimpin like shooting a bee-bee gun at a freight train So comparing us is like whine to a grape stain My reputations great man, I got a great name I hate lames, I stay clean, and I break dames I like 'em small or bigger with a figure eight frame So if she fine I bet she mine when I find time Man I ain't lying, mine dimes I don't wine or dine Like clothesline hoes mine, I'm a goldmine Ay I'm the "King of Da South" and the throne mine I got the chrome in the Chevy and the broan mine Ay man I'm young but I been doing it for a long time That ain't my fault that bitch grown she got her own mind An-and I'm... Hook: 1x Verse 3: I bet some niggas think I cake her when I take her out But come that week just watch me rape her fucking bank account Eventually the P$C hey we gone take the south Then grab the earth by the ankles and shake the paper out Nigga I'm bout my paper route so I'm gone make a route Anybody blocking my road to riches man I'm gone take 'em out Keep run yo mouth making up you mind you got's to be's wit out Me I'ma git a ho who gone make show my pockets seen about P-i-m-p-i-n-g is all I be's about I break a ho in break 'em till they broke and then I ease 'em out They out of pocket, I'm a lock 'em out and leave 'em out And that don't change man, season in season out Open up The Source shawty and see who just you reads about If it ain't concernin T.I.P. a P$C a see ya out Ain't nothing even you ain't cuttin then u don't see the house Because you know I got to practice what I preach about HooK: 1x [Neptunes] Come on (4x) I said come on, come on, come on, come on (repeat) [T.I.] I'm a p-i-m, ah, m-p, Told y'all niggaz before about me Plenty Remi to the h-e, ah, a-d |
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We going to Cuba wit' this one
Yea, I been rehabilitated, rejuvicated And most important…relocated So now, with no further to do (Hook 2x) Now ladies stand up Or if you wit' me shake ya titties Throw your hands up And all the ballers poppin' bottles throw a grand up And if you feeling like I'm feeling keep them hands up And keep ya hands up Hey, from the sunrise to the midnight star I'm by far the hottest new thing the South seen Bringing sixteen bars, got six clean cars Vert's, Hoops, four doors, do momo's, and Tahoes Star hoes, yo hoes is our hoes Keri pullin up to the Shark Bar on the Northstar Wit' a Puerto Rican porn star We in La Vida La Loca See you can't flow like me or rock a show like me Get dough like me Shouldn't signed 'em, he ain't gon' blow like me But give me a quarter of his bonus and half his budget And I guarantee he go double but if you don't, you in trouble It's gon' take him three coupes just for him to recoup' Or witness shawty flop, like the last three groups While I'm in Cancun' 'round see-thru's on a three week cruise It'll take more than the likes of these fools to make me lose Sheesh, floppin is something I can't see Ladies, obey the chorus Shake ya titties for me please Hook (2x) Uh, I came to blow the spot Hit the club wit' cheddar knots Ridin wit' a badder bitch You gonna get or ever got Try me boy, you better not Shawty and I'm very hot Toting forty cap, forty five nine's every glock Blow you up in that very spot you standing in Then vanishing Undo this mañana then, throw away this can and then Back to poppin mo and blow and dro and money handlin' You and your lil' posse can not stop me and this clan I'm in While you slanderin', you better ask ya gul who the man again Turning out a superstar back into a fan again Damagin' all who peek, line 'em all in the street I'll do 'em one at a time wit' one line on one beat Say ya almost gold, that's what I sold in one week Got a flock of freaks, while you hold on to one biich I'm like a Pez dispenser, shawty, I spit treats The nigga who even sound good on a bullshit beat Hook (2x) Well pussy nigga, you can like it, you can love it You can bite it, you can dub it But you can't do it how we does it When we ballin' in public Where the grill full of gold or Seville full of hoes Wood wheels and some Voe's or hun'ed gold spokes I park at the club and a hun'ed hoes choke Spark up some dubs, let them hun'ed hoes blow I run game to get the hoe once they act like I can't run it no mo' I stunt them hoes broke and her money po' po' You can't smoke the way we smoke if you ain't smokin' no dro' Drink the way we drink wit no Hen' and no Mo' You can't ride the way we ride if you ain't slammin Benz do's Can't ball wit' me if you got eight but can only spend fo' You ain't VIP like me and can't be searching your coat Ain't no P.I. like me if you ain't workin' no hoes Can't do the shit we do, the way we do wit' no dough That's like trying to win a ballgame, if you ain't takin no score Hook (4x) |
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(Verse 1) [T.I.]
They say love blind, so why can't I picture this guhl mine? Yea I dig her but I figure, I'm wastin this guhl time I'm runnin from relationshipz, scared to commit Mad at monogamy, sexually, I'm a misfit But this shit's... way too much fo me Usually I can take'em and make'em a cut buddy Yo mama probably see me, and say that I'm no good I was born in the burbs, I was raised in the hood We from two seperate sides of life, two different backgrounds Shawty been legit and I just started to rap now I ain't tryina act now, I'm bein real witchu Really, I just wanted to kick it and chill witchu But the picture got bigger, 'fo I could even paint it Thoughts got deeper befo' a nigga could think A playa like me on this, strange ain't it? One thang bout yo feelins is this, you can't change it Yo preception on me, I don't think I can maintain We flirtin with disaster, this game we playin iz dangerous You the best thang that happened since I don became famous But sometimes I think we shoulda remained strangers (Chorus) [Jazze Pha] I... I chose you baby (Stay with me now, stay with me, sing it fo me shawty) I, I, I, I... I chose you baby (Ah, come on, uh, uh, uh c'mon) (Verse 2) [T.I.] I like you to persue, but still I respect it to let it go Give it time, give it room to breathe and let it grow I'll just tell her when I'm ready to change, I'll let her know Hate to say it, but til then be friendz and nuthin mo Evendoe anotha time, anotha life, anotha place I swear I know we coulda been great But rather than great, you lil heart take the smile of yo face So I can treat you righ, I'm willin ta wait And ain't shit fake, I know it sound funny comin from a felon But I think I got a piece of whuz up in heaven So to keep from, blockin mah blessings, think I better back up Last thang a nigga need now is bad luck But if my life was perfect shawty, I'da had her I guess, I guess I don't deserve it, ballaz tell me you ain't worth it So I gots to hit the surface, I'll holla when I holla Act like I don't wanna see ya, and I'on wanna call'er Repeat Chorus 2X |
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Yeah,
To the ladies, One mo' message from T.I.P., I represent every man in America, Naw,the world You wanna know what he what he thinkin' bout when he ain't talkin to you bout why he can't be your man you sure you wanna know Here it is [Verse 1] My girl say I don't love her She say we just fuckin' Nothin' against you It's just that I hate tux She wanna toast with the Mo' and the ice Throwin' the rice Wake up with me for the rest of your life Ask me where I'm going,when I'comin back when I bounce Runnin her mouth, call herself the queen of the south Redecorate the crib throwin satin on the couch Catch me out adulteratin' takin' half of the house Well it ain't she don't deserve it Just I don't wanna give it The life she wanna live Shorty I don't wanna live it Makin' money shorty's missin' To all kind of digits From KeKe's to Chaniques's To Bianca's and Brigettes's Poppin' up unannouced, shorty call 'fore you visit Nothing about a number, mind your goddamn business Look bitch, some shit bout Tip won't change We can hang, but I got to let you know one thang [Chorus] I can't be your man It ain't you it's me, sorry shorty I can't be your man Where I been, I don't see no rings on these fingers I can't be your man Look to the future, find someone better than me I can't be your man You deserve much more, I'm no good to you shorty [Verse 2] Don't it seem like shit be cool for a month and a half All of a sudden you frontin' and showin your ass Complainin' bout what you got Shorty look what you had Before me, it was pull-out couches and Bilitant bags Now she mad cause she ain't got a T.V. in her Jag I tell you what if that ain't good enough get back on the bus Give up the princess cuts and the Prada and stuff I take you out to eat and you order a bottle of what? Ungrateful wonderin' why I'm not faithful Ballin's all good but this shit is just wasteful Want me to pay your bills Help you get a bigger crib Shorty I don't mind helpin' But show some initiative Ain't brought nothin' to the table but hard times and heartache Do something, get on the grind for God's sake A reminder, rewind this message from your highness For those that chose to take my kindness for blindness [Chorus] I can't be your man I don't cheat cause I ain't shit, I'm cheatin' cause you aint shit I can't be your man Every time I walk in the house you sittin' on that goddamn couch You ain't got nothing better to do I can't be your man Cook, clean, iron, pay the water bill, shorty do something Work with me I can't be your man Ay, pack you shit shorty, I'm droppin yo ass off at yo mami house Right now [Verse 3] One more scenario Bout another jazzy hoe That I met on the road After a show in Ontario Shorty say she got a man That don't really scare me though But she say he got a temper So, but what he jealous for Cause you told him you were cheatin Hell, well what you tell him for Shit, what that got to do with Tip You better let him know Now she want to let him go But what for So you can get with me and keep being a slut hoe I don't think so baby better stay where you at I'm no good for you Never mind the way that he act You got a kid and a crib with him What's better than that I'm in town for the week you better settle for that [End Chorus] I can't be your man I'm here for 4 days shorty, 4 days I can't change the world I can't be your man He don't treat you right? What that gotta do with me? I can't be your man He be cussin' you out and shit You cheated on him shorty, can you blame him? I can't be your man You ain't fend to bring that bullshit to me I don't want naan parts of it I can't be your man Look here man Get that shit out of my face Kick rocks I can't be your man I ain't fend to have nothing to do with it Their will be none of that round here I can't be your man Besides shorty you talk to much I can't deal with it I can't be your man You say you work where Mickey D, get the hell out of here shorty Man look ay, I can't deal with it You got too much baggage with you man You and little, uh,uh,uh little Opus Cunningham Y'all kick rocks down the damn street I can't deal with it shorty N...,complain...,what..., you ain't got what? Shorty when I met you shorty you was barefooted Sittin' on the railroad track with some straw in yo mouth What the hell you complainin' about what you got now Wh-Wh-What nigga you got steak and eggs right here I'm sayin, what the business is? Get the hell out of here man Ay man you need to show me some appreciation round here You in the damn living room more than the muthafuckin' furniture shorty I can't deal with that shit man Get a damn job Do something for me Lazy bitch, All the bad bitches in the world and I had to hook up With the sorriest hoe in America Why don't you take the weight off my back every now and then why don't you pay a bill 30 damn dollars, the cable bill ain't but 30 damn dollars shorty Why don't you change the..., flip the mattress Man wash some clothes, change a light bulb Goddamn shorty, I gotta do every thing round this sumabitch A lazy bitch, ain't nothing worse than a lazy bitch shorty wasted talent |
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Ay shawty
(Whussup playa?) Ay, you 'memba dat broad we met back on da road last year, bout '99? (Da one up in NYC?) Nah, nah, not the one from New York, I 'memba her too doe I'm talkin bout the one from L.A. lil bad bitch I met in da mall wit da big azz (Oh, oh, dat bitch) Here wha she said (Whussup?) [Chorus] I'll meet you at the hotel, we can fuck all night Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody (Shit, let'z do it... where u at?) I said, meet me at the hotel, we can fuck all night Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody (Shit baby, keep yo mouth shut we can do it, sho nuff) [Verse 1] (T.I.) One day in L.A., I'm at the mall Pickin me up a coupla pairs of silk drawls And I ran into this fine azz well built broad She was in hard from a long way So I'm finna go on swing shawty way Just like da song say, cuz I don't play Miss lady built like a amazon A 5'9", light brown, wit some sandals on Da kinda azz dat make you wanna grab a handle on And fuck her all day in da hallway with the candlez on So I wave, and I speak and conversation coo She asked my name, where I'm from and why I talk the way I do? I said "Cuz I ain't from round hea, I'm from Atlanta shawty, but anywayz We can still get togetha, cuz I'm gon be hea fo a coupla dayz" And then she say, she never been ta Georgia, she was dyin ta visit Well, I'm in room 312, at the Sofatel, I'm sho that they listed She got the digits, say she like me, and that we can be friends If I ain't welcome shawty, don't invite me, ain't no need ta pretend I'm wanna lick on ya neck, kiss ya earz, and make yo knee bend Put ya azz in positionz you never thought you'd be in Now, I'm tellin you shawty, fuckin wit me, like divin of deep end Have you sneekin, creepin in Georgia, freak on the weekend Repeat [Chorus] [Verse 2](T.I.) This time, it was me n KP, in NYC On some Quevo and Hennessy, and 2 sweets with two freaks Some of da baddest thangz in Times Square wit some long hairz, cute feet One of'em say she wanna drive me to Coney Island so she can show me the new beach Couldn't nobody ride wit me doe, cuz da car only had 2 seatz Lil' cute freak, in da Z3, remind me of one of my hoez in da GC Told me her name was Sharell but all of her friendz call her Cici Say she up hea goin ta NYU, but originally she frum DC Say she'd love ta freak me, reminisce while listenin to mah CD Lay me out on the beach feed me strawberriez n kiwi Shawty say she like wha she see, can't wait ta get down hea n see me Round Freaknik, say soon az you hit da city all you gotta do iz beep me And let me know whut itz finna be, the Four Seasons or the Embassy Get a voice mail round 10 ta 3, and then wha she said ta me... Repeat [Chorus] Tell'em how you did the broad shawty (I fucked the bitch... and forgot the bitch) [Verse 3](Too $hort) I'm havin fun... gettin pussy on the run Bitches comin to mah room, tryna make me cum In *Cleveland* last weekend, O-High Hoe, whuz really goin on? She said "Stick it down my throat" A lotta yall married... to mah ex trampz She shouldn't worry, I sent the bitch to sex camp Taught her how to fuck, she made you fall in love I fucked her real tough, now you can't get enough Knockin on mah door fo yo hoe, das no game pimp I fucked all them bitchez DMX was namin Fuckin hoez from Milly, bitchez out in Philly Puerto Rican, Dominican, New York pussy, ya feel me I been nationwide since '88 So don't clown when I'm around, keep yo lady straight Cuz I'ma... beat her pussy down in the worst way You waited six months, and I fucked her on the first date, at the Hotel (T.I. & Too $hort talkin through Chorus) Meet me at the hotel, we can fuck all night (Hoe, don't tell nobody... BIATCH!!!) Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody (That'z right... we runnin' up in deze hoez... Trackstarz baby, real playaz, ballin in da ATL) I said, meet me at the hotel, we can fuck all night Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody (You betta ask yo bitch about us Take the game from Timbucktoo to the Kalimazoo You know how a playa do... ... and one mo thang baby... Check out time... Arivaderchi, capeesh? Bishhh...) |
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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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[T.I. and Big Kuntry: Talking]
Yeah Yeah Come on (Hey) PSC, Uh (Yall niggas) What (Yall niggas) What Pimp Squad shortay What you know about them What they know? You don't know about them (They don't know, they don't know) Now what you really know about them? (What it is) Yeen know about them (Them heavy chevys shortay) Yeen know about them (heavy chevy shortay) [Big Kuntry:] Now how you tame a young baller That rides Surburbans, Caprises Candy Impalas, Rasberry Monte Carlos That barks like a rottweiler Off the collar Addicted to hustlin And stackin mighty dollars O holla When you hear the Chevy beatin down the street Beatin so hard The chris is wastin on my mink seats To get a rim posted corner Call me 10 G's The same as the Chevy platinum emblem on my keys Wit the diamond against the trim A young ass nigga wit a Louis V rim A sporty young shorty wit the Gucci shades dim These hoes mistaken me for being they pimp They said baby couldn't see you pass them shiny rims I'ma cool little daddy Bitch i never been a simp And if you choose a hoe you need to hop on in And if you aint bitch you need to ride wit him Cuz i'm pimpin [Chorus: x2] Yeah, we ridin in them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys On them D's and them Vogues When we shinin on them hoes Yeah, we ridin in them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys Beatin hard in the park when we rollin wit the squad [AK:] Now if you heard from me You gon feel something hot to the third degree Coming down yo street in a black capris Wit a fine ass freak in the passengers seat Yall fake niggas don't know the half of me I spit pimp game automatically Don't be mad at me Cuz i'm finally coming up in the industry And the 44 singing on the triple D's Plug not the underground celebrities Mac Bone my partna keepin the beat Heat it up like a cook out When the sun falls Yall niggas better look out Your rap careers over I put a hook down Like you better pallow Ride and swerve while my niggas follow Hoes wobblin and start slobbin Bobbin on the dick until they swallow [Mac Boney:] Speedometer, broken doors Smokin body, dented windows Tinted bended round the corner leanin In the steamin screamin demons Spillin liquor, yeah nigga Blowin tall off the wall Burning rubber leavin foul Muthafucka how you ride Choppin blades wit triple golds Stay away from camilton rolls Playa cause I'm riding old It aint no thang to take them vogues Jack it up, strip it down Had the freshest car in town Pimpin cuz I'm bout my crown [T.I.:] Hey shortay whats that knockin sound [Chorus: x2] Yeah, we ridin in them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys On them D's and them Vogues When we shinin on them hoes Yeah, we ridin in them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys Beatin hard in the park when we rollin wit the squad [T.I.:] T.I.P and P.S is fresher than new S-S's Triple doors and vogues shinin like some treasure chests I got a fetish I aint gettin in it boy unless it's Got them little blue boxes off in the head restes [Big Kuntry:] I bet it's wood in the dash Duel in the ass Get an Impala Holla watch me (skirrrt) When I pass I'm buring rubber in your yard Diggin up ya grass Drag racin four fifty four Thats what make it fast [T.I.:] I hit the gas And I mash on it in a flash Throw it in the gutter Buy another if it crash That's petty cash [Big Kuntry:] I parlay all day in a Cheverlay Pearsjay wit a face bright as heavens day I'm beatin fo' tens in the flo then Hit the store then for some more Hen (Hey Dub) Pull a hoe and four friends [T.I.:] Dubs still spinnin wit a gold grill in it White leather guts Wipe up wit ya spill in it Still trillin out here [Chorus: x2] Yeah, we ridin in them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys On them D's and them Vogues When we shinin on them hoes Yeah, we ridin in them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys Beatin hard in the park when we rollin wit the squad [T.I.: Talking] Yeah T.I.P. shortay PSC shortay Pimp Squad DP Mac Boney, A-K Big Kuntry shortay Ya'll aint ready We ridin in them Chevys T.V's and DVD's in them Chevys Come on and let the dish ride |
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T.I. - talking]
What? Nigga, what. I'm the King of the south. Huh, what? I'm T.I.P nigga. Picture that, nigga. Try me then nigga. King of the South. I ain't got no hits. Nigga, kiss my ass, nigga. Bust me then, sucka. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Nigga, I been bustin'. You don't like it. Outbust me then, nigga. Nigga, I can fight nigga. I can say what the fuck I wanna say, nigga. PSC. King of the got damn south. Bust me then, nigga. [Verse 1] Might see T.I.P in one of them drop things Way down the block, man Swervin in and out of lanes, gettin some hot brain I'm tellin ya, I'm hot man From here to Scott Lane You know the day I drop, man Shawty, I'm not playin Now hold up, st-stop damn it Shawty, you're not jammin' If you hear one more, got damn it I can't stand it I'm taking over spots to damage that B.I.G and Pac image you got Stop dick ridin, your shit's tired I doubt if even your bitch buy it for six 'ollars I can't see how niggas who not spittin ask why they not winnin' Or why their record not spinnin, why niggas not feelin it Cause that shit is not real, and we know you're not out killin shit [Chorus 2X] Crown grand royalty Shawty, I must be Whoever wanna shut me, uh-up Just outbust me Until then I'm king hood, don't act like you ain't know it You wanna be supreme, hood, go get 16 for it [Verse 2] I been spittin since way back like the seats in the Lac, nigga Since the days of 97 sats in the back of the trap, nigga I ain't a rap nigga, I just happen to rap what is different? I ain't gotta act and still i'm hotta than that nigga I think all of ya wack niggas should give your plaques to the real killas and crack dealers writing your script get a grip, you need your ass whipped, for tryin to be famous everybody know my flow is chainless and that's how i remain is T I P K I N G O F D A S O, a U T H labeled as one of the greatest when it comes to the flow give a damn what you think cause if the legends of the south ain't complainin like Outkast and Goodie Mob What the fuck do I care what you sayin? I'm T.I.P. [Chorus 2X] What, what, what Yal still ain't heard Pussy nigga, yal still ain't heard T.I.P., King of the South, shut your muthafuckin mouth Or come see bout me, homie [Verse 3] Well, whether you can't live with it Or you just can't love it One thing that you can't say is shawty we ain't bustin I was the King of the South before my single was out I gave you everything from the ho to the dope game Now hold up, wa-uh-wait shawty, wanna buy at 8 shorties So go and get the weight shawty, out of the safe for me They all can go for 140, meet me at 1:40 Now hey, don't play no games with me I ain't no lame sissy All I'm a bring wit me, is the niggas who hang with me They smoke and drank and slang with me So they'll bang with me Know if they came with me, that they dyin to die for me Or bust a 45 at the blink of a eye for me Now don't be fuckin' round, f-fore you be duckin down You ain't goin hear that bustin sound Til right 'fore you touch the ground Now know that AK'll turn you browner than Bobby and I were raised in the yay, rappin' just was my hobby I'm king hood. [Chorus 3x] [T.I. - talking] What? King of the South Muthafuck yal niggas What? Nigga, yal don't know This my city, nigga ATL, nigga What? I washawty born and raised, nigga Die here Born and raised, nigga Bankhead-born, Bankhead-bred One nigga down goin be Bankhead dead Nigga, what? Outbust me then ATL in this muthafucker You don't like it, nigga Kiss my muthafuckin ass Get a Benz then talk, nigga I don't give a fuck what you think about that little bitty-ass house you got Nigga, get a house on a lake Then come tell me somethin, nigga You don't like down south Fuck you then Got plenty dick for your mouth Hoe ass nigga I can fight Come see bout me Hoe ass nigga PSC in this muthafucka. |
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