T.I.

[fox69]

"Respect This Hustle"

"Respect This Hustle"


[Chorus]
R-E-S-P-E-C-T M-Y H-U-S-T-L-E
Respect this hustle, respect this hustle
Wont accept nothin less, so respect this hustle
I aint in it for the fame I aint in it for the glory
I'm down to die for it absolutely mandatory
Respect this hustle, respect this hustle
Wont accept nothin less, so respect this hustle

[T.I.]
These niggas bitch made i'm gettin paid six ways
my shits laid and shits sprayed with lemonade with blades,
keep your mouth closed you dont want to get sprayed
shoot you down your body make you sun bathe six days,
Kamikazee renegade, now we never been afraid
kept the trap hot enough to fry egg in the shade,
I ball till the day lying dead in the grave
leave the feds behind the wall cause i aint get away,
chopper round the corner in a bush with a brick of yay,
a bust can happen any day, we out here trapping anyway,
gettin money to them Haitians damn what a nigga say,
i got a real bad condition if i ain't gettin paid,
hand over fist what im missing got to get busy,
i know you see this car I'm driving and see the house that i live in
and figure this is enough,
but nigga i want way more really this is play doe, you set your sites way low.
i had enough of the game i don't know whether to stay or go.
different groups of lames and suckers i don't know which way i go,
well nigga you know you king why you always got to say it for?
cause they said i couldn't say it before,
and i remember all it did was f**k my temper up more Doug and "J" know,
I say I wear the crown, not a halo sorry,
niggas think they seeing me but they so sorry,
they fast but they ain't no ferrai, NRROWM.

[Chorus]
R-E-S-P-E-C-T M-Y H-U-S-T-L-E
Respect this hustle, respect this hustle
Wont accept nothin less, so respect this hustle
I ain't in it for the fame I ain't in it for the glory
I'm down to die for it absolutely mandatory
Respect this hustle, respect this hustle
Wont accept nothin less, so respect this hustle

[T.I.]
You think you been pulling gats cussing fussing enough
here bragging bout these niggas you been busting enough,
man look around ain't nobody suffering but her,
you could beat a hundred cases catch one and you fucked.
(i get probation)
is you crazy pull your gun in the club,
see how many folks and polices put you down in the club.
if we got to come with a slug why we come to the club
how much more of this shit you think we can put under the rug
look we already told them I Told You So,
but all these niggas speaking out whoever spoke before,
don't take it personal people want to be close to folk,
what you think the television and the posters for?
(im claustrophobic though)
well then you need to see a doctor for it,
man i aint joking you close t.i.p. and bout to blow it,
did you forget about them nights in the cells was you honesty
when we was having talks with God and you promise,
if he could make away for you to be large and you done it.
out the gate Urban Legend went on to do numbers,
sold a mill made ATL king first week,
five hundred with the Grammy (but not the one that i wanted),
what about them eight figure deals and that other new money,
but ask yourself something where the
gun you got from me? Keep it real...

You need to think of someone other than yourself some time, did you keep your promise...
Keep it real.

[Chorus]
R-E-S-P-E-C-T M-Y H-U-S-T-L-E
Respect this hustle, respect this hustle
Wont accept nothin less, so respect this hustle
I ain't in it for the fame I ain't in it for the glory
I'm down to die for it absolutely mandatory
Respect this hustle, respect this hustle
Wont accept nothin less, so respect this hustle

 

[fox69]

"Ride Wit Me"

"Ride Wit Me"


[Intro]
Let's get it homeboy!
Y'all already know what is man, this ain't nuttin new to y'all man!
T.I.P., Pimp $quad Click ya understand that?
King of the South! Hey!
Westside of the A-Town, nigga you don't know no better nigga
BANKHEAD!!

[T.I. over Intro]
Aye... Aye... Grand Hustle c'mon and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, aye..
We gone swing by some sororities y'know what I'm sayin'
We gone ride down Bankhead my nigga
C'mon and ride wit' me right quick aight?

[Chorus]
Come and ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at
Where them suckers get it at and hustlas keep the chickens at
Ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at
Where hoe niggaz be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at
Ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at
Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be trillin' at
Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G
All through the A.T.L., come and ride wit' a G

[T.I.]
See me ridin' through Atlanta in a Phantom wit' the double door
Make these bitches wonder what he be in so much trouble for
I'm touching folk, anytime they trying Grand Hustle folk
I'm busting folk, what the fuck we arguing, fussin, cussin' for?
You lucky hoe, couple of years ago I prolly cut your throat
But fuck it though, what I'm spending somethin' on a nothing fo'
Well-known flow, man I got this shit from Simpson Road
Adamsville, Born Holmes, Center Hill, Zone 4.
A drop top, flip flop, shine as the chrome glow
When T.I.P. pop out the roof "What he up in Herndon Homes fo'?"
Along though, shit he jus' doin' what he known for
Blowin' 'dro, 24, livin' how the song go
Rubber burnt, turn the corners, beatin' like a Congo
You try to jack I pull the strap, it's +ASAP+ pronto
King of the South, every hood's head honcho
I'm Westside certified, go were the fuck i wanna go

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
I done told y'all I'ma O.G., never had cold feet
You end up with no teeth, nigga +U Don't Know Me+
I'll knock ya off ya feet, put holes in ya until ya clothes leak
Tossed it in the river like I threw away my old heat
You chose to oppose me? Who the fuck you s'posed to be?
Mechanicsville and Summer Hill, Zone 3 that roll wit' me
No hoes wit' me, you know all that blow before they sold me?
I'm everything you s'posed to be, boy ain't no runnin' over me
Kick it wit' the +King+ and lemme show you what I mean man
Most these niggaz rappin' about a block, ain't never seen Nan
Real niggaz recognize, real niggaz and you ain't nan
You don't know how to stab a nigga dead, keep a clean hand
Sell a block for 24, you got's to 17 gram
From Eastside niggaz and Kirkwood and Little Vietnam
These 26's keep the attention of bitches
Come and ride wit' me pimpin', lemme show you how we get it

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
Alabama, Mississippi, come and ride wit' a G
Dallas ride wit' a G, Houston ride wit' a G
Carolinas, Virginia, Philly come and ride wit' a G
Memphis ride wit' a G, Chicago ride wit' a G
California, Florida, Detroit they all gon' ride wit' a G
Phoenix ride wit' a G, St. Louis ride wit' a G
Seattle ride wit' a G, Jersey ride wit' a G
Vegas, New York, and D.C. they all ride wit' a G

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Rubber Band Man"

"Rubber Band Man"


[Chorus:]
(Ay, who I be?)
Rubber band man
Wild as the Taliban
9 in my right
45 in my other hand.
(who I'm is?)
Call me trouble man
always in trouble man
worth a couple hundred grand
chevys, all colors man

[Verse 1:]
Rubber band man
like a one man band
treat these niggas like the Apollo
and I'm the sandman.
Tote a hundred grand
Canon in the waistband
Looking for a sweet lick?
Well this is the wrong place man.
Seven time felon, what I care about a case man?
I'm campaigning to bury the hate,
so say ya grace man.
Ay, I don't talk behind a nigga back
I say it in his face.
I'm a thoroughbred nigga.
I don't fake and I don't hate.
Check my resume nigga.
My record's impeccable
Anywhere in the A nigga
how TIP is highly respectable.
And the MIA nigga
I'm tryna keep it professional
Cause all this tongue rustling.
finna have me snappin, I'm telling you.
From the bottom of the Duval,
Cakalacky to New York
and everybody showing me love
that's one to you all.
Yeah, to all my Florida niggas, my Cakalacky niggas
my LA niggas

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 2:]
Call me trouble man
Stayed in some trouble man
Some niggas still hating on shawty
so they some suckers man.
Got a couple fans
that love to do nothing other than
lick, suck, show no respect
but still I love em man.
Dig it, little pimping got the mind and the muscle
Stay down on his grind
Put the crown on the hustle
Ay, I could show ya how to juggle anything
and make it double.
Weed, blow, real estate, liquor store
wit no trouble.
Young cats is playing today
Marvin Gaye of my time.
Tryna stay alive
Living how I say in my rhymes.
My cousin used to tell me
take this shit a day at a time.
and told me Friday, died Sunday
Wednesday in the ground.
I still smile cause somehow
I know he seeing me now
and so I'm doing all my shows
just like he in the crowd.
Ay, tho ya lighters up for my cousin Toot,
Aaliyah, Left Eye and Jam Master Jay.

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 3:]
Grand Hustle man
Mo hustles than hustle man.
But why the rubber band?
It representing the struggle man.
My folk gonna trap
until they come up wit another plan
Stack and crumble bread
to get theyself off they mama land.
Gangsters who been serving
since you was doing the running man.
Went down, did 10
back round and rich again.
That's why I'm young
wit the soul of a old man
I'm shell shocked, get shot
slow ya roll man.
Still ride around
with the glock on patrol man.
I ain't robbing,
I'm just looking for that dro man.
For ma niggas slanging blow, pimping hos
Rollin vogues, 24s.
Let these other niggas know.

[Chorus 2x]

 

[fox69]

"Salute"

"Salute"


Ay when you see me, salute me like a general I'm leading the troops
I make this G shit look so easy to do,
And when you see me salute commander and chief conceiling the truth
It don't matter wether the streets or the booth.

When you see me salute
And when you see me salute
When you see me salute
You ain't gotta speak homie when you see me salute.

Raise your right hand to your hairline
Stand that attention hold it there until you're recognized
Once I return the salutation then is at ease as if you heard no conversation
Well, and lets just sayin' what it do g
Decorated 5 star general a true G
Made it fresher off the battlefield
Rip it for my niggas in the battle still
Yea with more stripes then a jail suit
Been in the need, trail oop
When I fail, through bitches standin their cells
Takin pictures wit their cells
And let me tell you sutin 'bout a playa
Put me anywhere in any jail
And I shall prevail
And if another man survived I shall as well
Now fuck rap got swag for sale
You crossed my path in air brazil

Ay when you see me, salute me like a general I'm leading the troops
I make this G shit look so easy to do,
And when you see me salute commander and chief conceiling the truth
It don't matter wether the streets or the booth.

When you see me salute
And when you see me salute
When you see me salute
You ain't gotta speak homie when you see me salute.

Hot stain from the nonsense
Remain conscious
The idiots make idiotic comments
A convict wit a conscious
You lack mores I can see your principles
And not my mines is
So I guess what makes me special
Just to get from the curse
Like shit to get you rich at first
So put your dick in the dirt
That's why I don't gotta be the greatest of all time
As long as I keep it real in my rhymes I'm fine
I ain't lying
Give me mine and I'm satisfied
I'm just happy I got to make before my daddy died
And all things considered
Everytime destiny calls I can deliver
Not illa a young heart wit a old soul
Some hot holes and a cold flow
And as far as keepin it real go
Home when you need me
Don't forget the proper way to greet me

Ay when you see me, salute me like a general I'm leading the troops
I make this G shit look so easy to do,
And when you see me salute commander and chief conceiling the truth
It don't matter wether the streets or the booth.

When you see me salute
And when you see me salute
When you see me salute
You ain't gotta speak homie when you see me salute.

 

[fox69]

"Show It To Me"
(feat. Nelly)

"Show It To Me"
(feat. Nelly)



Aye bend that ass over, and let it move back
Come kick it wit me, I'll get your groove back
And give it to me
Show it to me
Give it to me
Show it to me
Give it to me
Show it to me

[Hook]
Aye bend that ass over, and let it move back
Come kick it wit me, I can help you get your groove back
Aye give it to me
Show it to me
Now give it to me
Show it to me
Now give it to me
Hey whatcha doin'?

Give it to me
Show it to me
And let it wiggle 'cause I like it when you do that
Come kick it wit me, I can help you get your groove back
Now give it to me
Show it to me
Now give it to me
Show it to me
Just give it to me
Hey whatcha doin'?

Just give it to me
Show it to me

[T.I.]
I got a whack dough flow
Stacks on swole
Five different hoes in Cadillac four door
Niggas think they gonna attack, I got a mac on hold
I'll bust ya in your stomach leave you back on the floor
You see T.I. and Nelly on it, know the track gone blow
Man you niggas barely pro, I don't even practice no more
Aye shawty I was gettin' dough when you was rappin so-so
When you barely had flow I had crack for the low
You can stunt for the audience and act for the hoes
Let me ask you what you gon' do when we ain't actin' no more
Aye when I finish wit you you ain't even gon' be rappin' no more
Aye "How he doin'?, Where he at?" somethin' they ain't askin' no more
Aye picture me not bein' the main attraction no more
That's all the talkin' I care to do to you back to the hoes
Baby drop it back it up til you can't back it no more
You show me you bout that action, I'll throw a stack on the floor

[Hook]

[Nelly]
Aye come on in lil mama sit down pay attention
You don't want to get to school, then take your ass to detention
Stick my key in your ignition, I'm crankin' up your engine
I'm pullin' your extensions Now we switchin' up positions
Got an ill technique, in makin' ya knees weak
A non-stop treat until your g-spot leak
To your G4 seat, we'll be back next week
so tell that lame ass nigga you got places to be
So give me your participation, don't need no hesitation
Don't want to be mistaken, ma I'm plannin' on relations
Yea, you rollin' wit the King and the One
Country niggas in the chevy passin' Grey Poupon
Man, we been gettin' dough since we was way too young
The record sales was the mob that'll make me a Don
You see this is why I'm hot, and this is why he not
so mama climb on top, and show me what you got, aye

[Hook]

[T.I. & Nelly]
The independent ladies that can buy their own Mercedes I say
That's the one, that's the one
Country girls that represent, payin' they own rent holla
That's the one, that's the one
For the women constantly poppin' tags with the newest Louis bags yea
That's the one, that's the one
To all the girls who in shape, slim waist, pretty face hey
That's the one, that's the one
Okay
Now bend that ass over

 

[fox69]

"Slide Show"
(feat. John Legend)

"Slide Show"
(feat. John Legend)



[Verse One: T.I.]
When I think about all my time and all my struggle
Through all my grinding and all my troubles
Man I came up from nothing, all I had was a hustle
with a blindfold trying to find pieces to the puzzle no muzzle
I tell it like it is, that's that
Right or wrong I'ma call it like I see it don't forget
That impossible is nothing your environments irrelavant
just don't let your emotions overpower your intelligence
Refuse to give up, your mistakes don't define you
they don't dictate where your headed they remind you
The Time keep ticking let your mind keep clicking
Never stop thinking be aware of your positions
Be aware of the collisions and the potholes sitting
on the road that you travel on your life long mission
just listen every day is like a snapshot taken
if you live you can learn to be patient

[Hook: John Legend]
Cuz life is like a slideshow
all the places that I go
and I the things that I know
through all the highs and low
Cuz life is like a slideshow
All things that I've seen
and all the things that I've dreamed
you can't take away from me
cuz life is like a slideshow

[Verse Two: T.I.]
As I look back at a fly young cat
who could rap with a dream look where I took that
Beginning on Bankhead then it spread out
vision in my head all I had to was get it out
when I walked out of my house and looked at my street
All I seen was opportunity that led me to truency
I ain't really have a role model to infleunce me
Uncle Quinn in prison they say next it's going be you in it
As I juvenile caught cases so fluently
Look at my life and learn from it don't do it
if I only knew back then what I know now
how much better life would of been if I'da slowed down
Maybe I'da been Kanye instead of seeing Gunplay
But God got a plan, I'll understand one day
But one day of life, like a snapshot taken
Just believe you can make it have faith be patient

[Hook]

[Legend singing]
Ohhhh, ohhh, ohhhhhh~!
Looking back on my lifetime
see the slides go by, sometimes I wonder why
looking back on where I've been
I remember when
do you remember then

 

[fox69]

"Sorry"
(feat. André 3000)

"Sorry"
(feat. André 3000)



[Verse 1: T.I.]
My cup runneth over with Pinot Grigio, hold up
You bogus in the lambo if you ain't lifting the door up
You bogus poppin' pills if you ain't pickin' the ho up
You bogus running out on your kids my nigga grow up
For God's sake, like a wedding, cutting large cake
For large stakes let the hammer bang broad day
Ay, nevermind what the blogs say
This what my mind and my heart say
My philosophy profit off of my properties
Get it, flip it, we got to be rich, that broke shit is obsolete
Possibly off of my rocker, watch how you watching me
Sophisticated, psychotic, fly as a pilot
Officially silent, all you wish you could get I got it
Unlimited titanium nigga, what's in yo wallet?
Out of gladiator college, I made it summa cum laude
While you clowns couldn't have got a cap and gown if you bought it
I parlay with Saudis, buying crude oil and diamonds
Hustle January, July, fly to Dubai
A broke nigga telling me 'bout how I'm dividing the pies
Like a blind nigga telling me it's an eye for an eye
Bullheaded and stubborn I be that way until I die
But find a nigga with more hustle than me I dare you to try
And according to the hand on my Audemar
It's my time to shine so fuck y'all

[Hook]
What should I be sorry for
Who should I be sorry to
What should I be sorry for
Who should I be sorry to
The fact is you can't please everybody
You can't please everybody
What should I be sorry for
Who should I be sorry to

[Verse 2: T.I.]
I grew up in the gutter, life a motherfucker
I get that why I don't trust a motherfucker
Seen a nigga snitch on they mom, shoot at they brother
Go to prison in love with a bitch and a nigga fuck her
I seen real G's destroyed by real suckers
Innocent ladies raped and defenseless babies abducted
Such a horrible truth, but you see it over and over
It's nothing, you numb to it and your heart grow colder
Pacify your pain with a chain and a Rover
Fuck it, justify your action by stacking your dough up
You show up with a brick of cocaine and baking soda
Just enough for me to blow up, nigga hold up
Switch the flow up, cause these niggas be snitchin' so much
I promise all they missing's the badge, coffee, and donut
Go to jail so what, never see my integrity perish
That ain't the Harris' way, study my pedigree
Promise I'm one of the only ones who keep it 100
Probably why I think they all out to get me, you can't convince me
Large money and fame will plant seeds of envy
To make my partners resent me enough to come and get me
Catch me slippin' and hit me, just like they did 50
Cause I'm in the position that he think he should be given
Listen, dawg, the fact of the matter is
I'm on a narrow path and we all can't travel

[Hook]
What should I be sorry for
Who should I be sorry to
What should I be sorry for
Who should I be sorry to
The fact is you can't please everybody
You can't please everybody
What should I be sorry for
Who should I be sorry to

[Verse 3: Andre 3000]
What it ain't, what it is?
Even if you gotta live
I learned that apartment is way more exciting than a big ass house on a hill
I used to be a way better writer and a rapper
When I used to want a black Karmann Ghia
Now a nigga speeding in a Porsche
Feeling like I'm going off a course
Cut these fuck niggas off
Nigga Tip in my life, scream that till I'm hoarse
Duck these get the fuck off me projectiles,
Bitch you ain't really got a choice
I'm living my life live yours
I don't even like rapping fast, but that's how the word come to me
Talk to me sideways nigga that's your ass
Slow it down, this that shit that'll make you call your momma
Say hey I'm sorry for begging for all them clothes you couldn't afford
And this the type of shit that'll make you call your rap partner
And say I'm sorry I'm awkward, my fault for fuckin' up the tours
I hated all the attention so I ran from it
Fuck it if we did, but I hope we ain't lose no fans from it
I'm a grown-ass kid, you know ain't never cared about no damn money
Why do we try so hard to be stars, just to dodge comments
And this that shit that'll make you call your baby mama
When you gone on half a pill, don't know why but that I did
Then you take a flight back to the crib, y'all make love like college kids
And you say all the shit you gon' do better, we can try this shit again
'Round the time the dope wear off, you feel stupid, she feel lost
That's that dope, I mean, I mean dopamine you think Cupid done worn off
Waiting in the hallway with her arms crossed
Her baby boy face full of applesauce
Maybe should have stayed but it ain't yo fault
Too much pressure, I fell off, I'm sorry
Was young and had to choose between you
And what the rest of the world might offer me, shit what would you do
Well I'd probably do it differently if second the chance
Only if some cool ass older man would've let me know in advance
This, this quarry, that is dug so deep in a father's chest
When he feel that he's broken up his nest
And he figured shit he was just doing the best that he could
Which end up being the worst that he could
And all some pussy nigga on the internet can say is that verse ain't good
It's boring - boring?
Really?

When I'm disgusted with this world and I can hardly breathe and
Told so many lies, don't know what to believe
I discussed it with this girl, and this is what she said
She said lay down baby, baby, rest your weary head up
I love these distractions but my mind don't wanna rest
But my body disagree so I laid up on her breasts, yes
Ooh, you are so fucking fine
I woke up the next morning with new purpose on my mind

Ooh, who pulls your ponytail
Who knows your body well

What should I be sorry for?
Who should I be sorry to?

 

[fox69]

"Stand Up"
(feat. Lil Jon, Lil' Wayne, Trick Daddy)

"Stand Up"
(feat. Lil Jon, Lil' Wayne, Trick Daddy)



[Chorus]
Stand up
If you don't like what I'm saying then buck
Swing when you see me we can throw them hands sucker
Stand up
If you didn't notice nigga, I don't give a fuck
If I said it then I meant it and what fuck nigga
Stand up
You don't want to see the triggerman bust
Hit you and your mans up, make it hard for niggaz to
Stand up
Tell your crew they don't want it with us dude
And if them motherfuckers do, bust a motherfucking move
Stand up

[Verse 1: T.I.]
You got an alligator mouth and a hummingbird ass
Your mouth writing checks that your ass can't cash
145 and I'm out of your weight class
Want to survive, you better scramble like eggs and break fast
Cause I know how to handle your fake ass
I'm a ride on you and hide you in yesterday's trash
Pull up in the Chevy's spraying rounds through the glass
See you laying face down in the grass and I'll laugh
Ha, cause that's the end of the saga
The end of my problems, nigga mash the Impala
Go lay up with a model and watch the news tomorrow
And that's the end checkmate, game over, I'll holler
Pimp, telling you partner, you don't know what you're doing
Or recognize the trouble you getting in to and you're ruin
And dig this man
I spent my childhood in a wild hood
And all that gangster shit you talking, yeah, it sound good
But make it understood
You gone have to show me, I'm a O.G.
You want to overthrow me

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Trick Daddy]
Dearly beloved, we're gathered here today
To marry this young nigga in his own special thug way
Do you promise to love and respect all of the real niggaz
And when a problem come, learn to deal with 'em
Do you swear to turn this chopper
On any motherfucker in your path, or the bitch that's trying to stop ya
Or do you promise to keep him handy
And don't hand him to nobody, nobody except family
And keep him cocked and loaded and don't expose him to no body
Unless somebody, who want him in his body
To love and cherish and from this trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
'til death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid
Shit, all them motherfuckers dead
And did you know that every other bitch from the Wild, Wild West
End up dying from hollow points to they fuckin' chest
Cause I ain't never seen a cock beamer meant for a team of tummy guns
With a hundred round fuckin' drum

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
Shit, I'm talking about riding out tonight
Only way I die first, got to kill me in this verse
Weezy F middle finger to life
So nothing seem critical in the hood I'm typical
Yet I'm feeling good and spiritual
Healing hoods with this shit up out my kitchen
I'm pitching that it's really good
Smoking, drinking, I'm like a fish
And I'll probably shit on ya bitch
Probably piss on her lips and she probably give you a kiss
Nasty, Holly Grove classic
Polly wood a nigga probably robbed the same bastard
Ask him
We don't give a fuck about a casket
Nigga this the murder campy
Niggaz is murder happy
12 years old, I jumped off the pot
I started selling rock right after I got shot
I had to hold my weight down
Pussy nigga stand up or lay down

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Stand Up Guy"

"Stand Up Guy"


[Intro]
Ey, I know you done kicked it with a lot of niggas before
But you ain't never kicked it with a nigga like me
Hey Hey

[Hook]
I see ya baby, throw ya hands up high
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy
Because the rocks go glisten and the drops on 20's
Bend it over let it drop if you wanna roll wit me

I say all my sexy ladies throw ya hands up high
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy
Because it don't get better, niggas don't get cheddar
Like that fella in the yellow, purple label silk sweater

[Verse 1]
The stones keep glowin' on my wrist like whoa
And she can't stop lookin' I know ya bitch like those
And she chose, ain't no question if ya bitch might blow
Just get her to the crib and get her whole back so (sore)
I'ma blow my dro', I'ma pop my peel
Ask anybody wanna take a shot, I will
Might see me in a different color drop, hot wheel
With the top down low, and the glock concealed
I got my hayabusa racing up the block, one wheel
If the police try to chase me you know they a done deal
I got skills, anybody wanna come test
What's in this .45 will be up in yo chest
A lot of ladies wanna kick it with a nigga so fresh
He could spend a 100k, any day, no stress
The watches is insane, the chain is grotesque
Stay single if you wanna but you gain no cash

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
If you got a man and you're tired of being there
You done gave him too many chances, you're tired of being fair
i offer you the opportunity to ride with a player
You, me, and a couple of freaks in the ride with a player
Never mind those outside, when they stare
'Cause the chrome 24's on the ride give a glare
Because of one guy, you decided to share
As long as you having the time of your life, who cares
Man, we all sinners, what matters is in the center
I know god see its hard, and I'm a stand up nigga
You can't beat me 'cause you ain't man enough nigga
I look him in the eye and tell him man up nigga
You really getting money? Throw a grand up nigga
Wanna fight? You should've hit me when you ran up nigga
Really swift, don't waste a hammer, body slam fuck niggas
Go and kick it with the hoes and throw ya hands up with 'em

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
You ain't know me 'cause I live so special
Try to stay low key but it's still so special
Flat screens in the floor, quarter mil' in the dresser
Jewelry box glowing like I loan on treasure
I'm chillin' with Vanessa, met a girl named Heather
Told her "Hi, how ya doin'? Buy a drink? My pleasure"
Told her if she got a home girl go tell her
That I got a hard rug, I could go for-ever
If Vanessa wanna touch it just let her
If she laughed out loud, I'll be shocked if we just met her
Bought the dro', get low, and its only one-fifth
And it's four peels left, do you wanna come with?

[Hook]

 

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"Stay"
(feat. Victoria Monet)

"Stay"
(feat. Victoria Monet)



[Intro - T.I.:]
Hey stop fussin' all the time man, listen

[Hook - Victoria Monet (T.I.):]
I love you and I know you love me too
(I love you shawty)
I love you and I ain't ashamed to beg you to stay
(I know you love me)
So that we can be together forever

(So high, I get what I need from you
Shawty I get on my knees for you
And I get what I need from you
I get on my knees for you
You wanna go to war, wanna live in peace
Wanna be right or be with me
You wanna go to war, wanna live in peace
Wanna be right or be with me
Who? Me! Who? Me
Wanna be right or be with me
Who? Me! Who? Me
That's not rhetorical, answer it, please)

[Verse 1 - T.I.:]
I wonder would it matter much
If I never fucked and I just fell in love
Or maybe if I never fell in love and I just fucked
I swear, man, shit was simpler when I was sellin' drugs
You ain't know me then though, ain't that what ya think
You was in the bed, I was trafficking the thing
Man after everything we will never be the same
Man I'm tired of tellin' lies, know you sick of playin' games
I remember you got a tattoo, put my name on it
Put you in a wedding dress with a train on it
I went and spent a whole mil just to go chill
In Miami, and I be damned if she don't know my love real
How dare you compare me to dude, girl chill
My piece so close up on it, you don't see what it is
Shawty, I die, kill, for you if you keep it real
Go to jail, even if I gotta kneel I will

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - T.I.:]
I can't see you with no me
But, you left me and I'm just me
So, I'm gon' be what they gon' be
And I know he want you but they want me
Girl, together or apart
But you be forever in my heart, I swear
And even if we end up here, I know it hard
I never love that way again, I swear to God
I be breaking down, you be playing hard
She chose to bid it all, watch how you play your cards
Now you runnin' 'round town with education hatin' broads
Going at me, got me hot, but hold up, how is they involved?
And you can't say that I ain't changed
Your whole life since we met that day
And when we get it right, God bless that day
But until then, shawty, I just pray
And I just say

[Hook]