T.I.

[fox69]

"Memories Back Then"
(feat. B.o.B, Kendrick Lamar, Kris Stephens)

"Memories Back Then"
(feat. B.o.B, Kendrick Lamar, Kris Stephens)



[Kris Stephens harmonizes for first 21 seconds]

[T.I.]
Ay, in my apartment a long time ago I knew a bad bitch but she was kinda slow
Still gave it up when it's a few of us; she let me finger fuck her on the school bus
We used to cut school with her and run train, she wanna hang with us, we want one thang
Just penetratin that throat dawg - she choke on it like smoke dawg
But whenever I fucked up my re-up, in a dice game I go see her
She'll give me enough to buy a quarter ounce and then blow a blunt of that reefer
She used to buy a nigga new sneakers, pay the bill on my beeper
Just so she could page to put a "69" and I know it's time to go freak her
Then one day I just asked her, "Why you always give ya ass up?
I mean damn these hoes get paid, all you do is get laid, this shit don't add up"
She said "Tip, all I wanna do is feel love, even if I know it ain't real love
Even if I know a nigga only finna hit it then never call back, I still fuck"
And that's fucked up cause she's so trill, I need somethin, she go steal
When the trap hot and police ride, nigga guess where we go chill?
About fo' years she held dope and my fo'-pound 'til it go down
I remember shawty, she stayed down, I won't say her name cause she married now

[Chorus: Kris Stephens]
When the lights go out and I'm in my bed
I think of all the madness in my hea-aaaaaaaaaaaaaad
Oh-oh-ohhhh, all of the things that I did back then
Ohhhh, when I'm in my bed
I think of all the memories I've ha-aaaaaaaaaaaaaad
Oh-oh-ohhhh, all of the things that I did back then

[B.o.B]
Yo, yo uhh
She would always turn heads when she fall through, she would always make moves how a boss do
And she never gave any nigga time of day, but she the chick all the niggaz tried to talk to
But when it came to me she had a thing for me, when we kicked it she rolled up the weed for me
And we'd both cut class, post up in the cut steady watchin just to see if the police comin
We got close over time her and I, right around the time that I first got signed
Come to think about it I was 'bout 17, I ain't even have a license, couldn't even drive
I was goin back and forth with these flights, another show after show, each night
She became so suspicious of these other bitches she'd go through my phone and we'd fight
Talk about torn between the two, wasn't really much more that we could do
Wasn't really much space for us but she stayed down with every tour she seen me do
But I guess one night I had a few, huh, one night I had a few
Yeah, this lil' chick that caught my eye, I told her "Hurry up, meet me at the room"
And no, I didn't have a contraceptive, and my common sense neglected
And two months later next thing I know I got a text that said "I'm pregnant"
And you can almost bet she kept it, and that's the reason why you left me
On top of all that, it wasn't even mine, I went and got paternity tested
Damn!

[Chorus]

[Kendrick Lamar]
Wait, hold up, is that you? With them big ol' thighs after school?
Jay 305 had gave me high five when I said I'm in hot pursuit
You said "I won't ride until Kendrick drive a new Monte Carlo that cruise"
And that shot my pride, I tried to improv but no freestyle'll ever do
You're lookin for the nigga with the tallest 'fetti
You're overlookin every nigga that ain't quite ready
To make it rain on you like about to break a levee - HOLD UP! That pussy petty
Yeah yo' nails did, yo' hair did, yo' cell phone is selfish
It only got numbers that come with a Hummer, her new primadonna I smelt it
Tried to make you mine hoe, tried to make some time hoe
But I ain't got the time or the patience to stop and wait in line hoe
Her dreams holds Versace, she fall for Armani
Only deal with rich niggaz, fuck you and Mitt Romney
I'm grown now, I'm on my own now, I'm po-o-o-oppin
Change my phone now, when I get home now I got o-o-o-options
Fast forward, wait, is that you? With them big ol' thighs after school?
And yo' three kids and three baby daddies and car note that's overdue?
I know

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Money Talk"

"Money Talk"


[Intro:]
Hey, you know, a lot of y'all out there man really running y'all mouth
Like you just like to hear yourself talk
You know what I mean?
Talk so much, not knowing if the wagon make the more noise man
Haha, get you some money man

[Chorus:]
Lotta nigga talk, you don't ever get paid
Fuck nigga hate, broke bitches throw the shade
Lotta nigga talk, you don't ever get paid
Still kicking shit, make a bitch go crazy
Lotta nigga talk, you don't ever get paid
Fuck nigga hate, broke bitches throw the shade

[Verse 1:]
Still kick the flake, I'm a swear I'm gon turn up
Came with a zip, let the whole thing burn up
All I know, get dope, getting paper
Taught me that in 85, never learned nothing different
All I see is haters in my rear view
Millions in my windshield, got a clear view
I trained myself, go deaf for a broke nigga
That way when you're talking I don't hear you, listen
Still popping, give that shit to Bobby
Fuck that shit you talking, look at you, see you ain't bout it
Look at you, see you don't want it
Should hardly be an opponent
When you sitting next to TIP, it look inferior, don't it?
Give a damn if you don't know
I've achieved everything you could hope for
If being a real nigga turned into a corporation
Look at me, shawty, I should be the logo
Please no photos as I stepped in that Magic
Got four hoes in the two door Bentley, what's happening?
She with the acid, then she come in with me
But if not I leave her, she mean nothing to me
I pull up, hop out, give the valet my keys
I run the city bitch, I'm parking for free
And who the nigga right here talking to me?
There gon be problem if you keep bothering me, man
I came in this bitch to spend 20's and 50 G
What you tried to park here? That ain't my Bentley
You can't listen to me now, God as my witness
Keep on in your earnin's I take your opinion
I swear nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Focused on the money fuck shit? forget about it
I bought a Lamborghini, wrecked it, give a shit about it
Get up out it, call an Uber, go and get a new one
I gotta run a bag up, it's extra for the blue one
Got 500 bags off in Chattanooga
Go and put it up and take a 100 motor gang here
Too rude, getting money, nigga stay real
At all costs nigga, at all costs nigga
Take a hit of this and run your balls off
And nigga you ain't really beefing if you called off
Play a bit to the left, call it southpaw
Fuck around, get your mouth wired, gotta weed y'all
Better stand down before I be a man
Drown guns up, hands down, that's exactly how I caught y'all
Okay one day I retire, put me in the hall of fame
But you lames don't forget what I done taught ya'll
I put the fear of God in ya
Oh you nigga hard is ya?
I can see the broad in ya, put your cut
Then you gotta make a move, make a choice
Either go out like a bitch or get your ass kicked
God damn that'll be horrible
So pipe down nigga

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Motivation"

"Motivation"


[Intro]
Better get on yo job, tell'em, haters get on yo job, nigga (Motivation)
Nigga, get on yo job, tell'em, haters get on yo job, nigga (Motivation)
Haters better get on yo job, tell'em, haters get on yo job, nigga (It's motivation)
Sucka nigga, get on yo job, if ya, hatin' get on yo job, nigga

[Verse 1]
You can look me in my eyes, see I'm ready for whatever
Anythang don't kill me, make me better
I ain't dead nigga, you can take the fame and the chedda
And the game, and the deal, I'm still a go-getter
Take my freedom for the moment but it ain't fo-ever
I got the spirit of a god, heart of a dope dealer
I'm a king, seen hangin' with some cold killas
I ain't never back down or ran from no nigga
I ain't sat down yet, pimp, standin' gorilla
Even if I'ma all alone or standin' with four niggaz
Tell'em jump, pimpin' it don't get no realer
5'9" with the soul of a 6'4" nigga
I separated the fakes, paralized from the waist down
From the real stand up guys of the A-Town
Can't even look me in my eyes, put yo face down
I'm outta jail nigga, whachu gotta say now?

[Chorus]
Motivation
Niggaz fakin' only gonna inspire (Motivation)
All yo hatin' is fuel to my fire (It's motivation)
Niggaz plottin' on the crown soft droppin' (It's motivation)
Hey but I ain't slowin' down and I ain't stoppin' (Motivation)
Now nigga don't stop my show (Motivation)
You ain't know I don't stop, I go (It's motivation)
Sucka niggaz can't make me suffer
Just make me stronger and make me tougher (It's motivation)

[Verse 2]
To be locked in a box niggaz happy to see
Put anybody on top, any rapper but T, I, P
But back to reality G, O.D. still carryin' me, nigga I run this
Spread yo rumours, kick all yo lil' dumb shit
Tell lies, laugh 'bout the time that I'm gon' get
If it make you feel better, picture me over and done with
Punk bitch, come with all the gossip you can come with
Small thang to a giant, I can overcome this
Jail, I don' done this, rap I'm just havin' fun with
I could be a local joker, never have one hit
Nigga, "New Finish" alone'll get me dumb rich
While these rappers sellin' records gettin' pennies
If Grand Hustle sell any, I'ma get plenty
If God with me, who could be against me sucka?
Can't make me suffer, just make me tougher

[Chorus - repeat]

[Repeat Hook]

[Chorus - repeat]

 

[fox69]

"Mr. Kodak"
(feat. Trey Songz)

"Mr. Kodak"
(feat. Trey Songz)



[Trey Songz - Chorus]
Call me Mr Kodak
Smile, I'm picture perfect
Got my jewelery shining
Thats a Kodak moment
Call me Mr. Kodak you know I'm stayin' focused
Life is like a photograph
Get money is my slogan

[T.I. - Verse 1]
You must be camera shy, I'm paparazzi prone
They flashin' I'm the main attraction, need no microphone
Wide screen me, get your High Definition on
Everytime you see me my neck and wrist glisten homes
Sittin' on, big bank
I'm sober dawg, but your bitch aint
Yellow watch yellow chain drippin', piss stains
Tipple lane know that Kodak couldnt picture this

[Trey Songz - Chorus]
Call me Mr Kodak
Smile, I'm picture perfect
Got my jewelery shining
Thats a Kodak moment
Call me Mr. Kodak you know I'm stayin' focused
Life is like a photograph
Get money is my slogan

High definition and when I come around
See the cameras flick up when I'm in your town
Cal me Mr Kodak
Smile, I'm picture perfect
Got my jewelry shinnin' its a Kodak moment

[T.I. - Verse 2]
Ay the King here, see me clear, megapixels
For real nigga, try me, get erased like a pencil
And until a nigga kill me I'ma shine on (shine on)
You can have whatever light, just give me mine homes
I get my grind on like I'm dead broke
I swear man I'm so money hungry till my head hurt
Respect my evolution, check your resolution
Leave the apartment, red carpet ready, get camera shootin'

[Trey Songz - Chorus]

[T.I. - Verse 3]
On your Q's and your P, boy, you better be
Gon need a dark room to develop me
My pedigree (pedigree) is hella G (is hella g)
20 Mill, bitch aint nothin' you could tell a G
God damn cauliflower, celery
All about my Brussels sprouts, you better tell them C
Overseas I go Brazil, Monaco, Belize
Camera notice like you wont believe

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
Yeah, Mr TMZ himself, haha, yeah
Access Hollywood, nigga I access your Hollywood
You understand that? ah huh
Look at me man, front page man, you know what I'm sayin'
You can check me standin' tall holmes
Get your wide screen on
You know what I'm sayin', upgrade your resolution man
High definition required, you dig that? yea
You need 3d glasses to see me nigga!

 

[fox69]

"My Air Forces"

"My Air Forces"


[T.I. talking]
Bet yall niggas don't remember these wit Run-DMC...
Naw, I ain't wit dem no mo...What they is now...MY AIR FORCES

[Verse One]
Walk through the hood at night
I dont like 'em laced tight, but they feel alright
Outta sight, all white, steeping swaging my strap
I got the four in my lap cause I stay in the trap
Like guess and heavy starch thrity-four in the way
With thrirty six so I can fit this forty-four on my waste
If I waste something one 'em I'ma throw 'em away
Pull a fresh pair out the trunk, and buy some more in a day
And I wear'em like I bought 'em, I don't lace 'em or nuthin'
Got bitches wonderin' why I don't call, I don't chase 'em or nuthin'
Funky fresh MC, I bet you see
T.I.P with a fresh new pair of Nike Airs on his feet
And when you see me in the streets, you know you looked at a star
The way the Congo and Polo the checks is even matching my car
Ahhhh, back to the subject though
I just letting you know about my air forces

[Chorus]
Don't care how many shoes I get, when all else fails dem the shoes I pick
And I walk like so I don't bruise my kicks
I got alot but none fit like my Air Forces
Brand new O-Eyed Benz
Where in less there ain't a pair in every store I check
Gotta outfit, wanna make sure I'm fresh
Well you know I gotta go get my Air Forces

[Verse Two]
All white trimmed in gray
Bubbled laced to the top on with me
All day, collecting pay in the ass of a jay
Or any sucka nigga trying to get in my way
Stay kicking this muthafucking G.A. clay
With a limp and a sway and I don't play
Hoes keep asking pimp why the the same 'ol shoes?
Bitch, I'm four pairs deep and I done paid my do's
(My Air Forces)
Call number one like me
Hanging out the Chevy door when I stomp on the street
Concaine white leather feel good one my feet
Heyyyy, they ganranteed to keep you from the police
With bold they aint scuffed
The strap holding me up
My shoulder boy-cut
Who need platuim wwith super Dave, when dem boys be stuntin'
Nigga I'm just ballin' it up in my Air Forces

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Stepping in my Air Force Ones, hat to the right plus I got my gun
Headed to the weed house to cop me a sack
Bumped into this bitch I knew from way back
Now I'm smoking good kicked back and I'm ridin'
Police pull me over and I had to jump up out it
Bail to the spot, had to shake these damn polls
Forces fucked up and I done lost my dro
All white and gray with dem bubble shoe laces
Even got dem blue ones for the special occasion
ATL fitted with the guess get a map
Pussy ass twidded em put a hole in my lap
Now I gotta situation at hand
Guess I gotta take it back to the old plan
Forces get my payment trying to catch a ride
Thats why I stay down wit my Air Forces

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"My Life"

"My Life"


[Daz]
I know it's your life nigga..you do as you please (That's right)
But you know we be fucking up
Huh, Huh....Yeah Aye, Aye, Aye..Yea, Yea, Yeah (What)
Aye, Aye, Aye......Yea, Yea, Yeah
That nigga Daz and T.I. is in the motherfuckin house..You know what I mean
It's your life nigga....live or die.......Wooooh!!

[Chorus]
Can't ya see I'm on fire, so quit hating on me pimpin, I'm just living my life
Think I ain't gone ride, on all you pussy niggas tryin to put an end to my life
You can't do it, don't try...I know you sucker niggas wish that you was living my life
In white linen, I'm fly..top down in the spiderville, riding for the rest of my life

[T.I.]
A-town veteran, started at eleven
When and bought an eight-ball, I was staying down every since
That's why its hard to find a young rapper nigga better than
Bankhead resident, Westside represent, Pimp Squad mobster
Grand Hustle president, heart of a lion and the nuts of an elephant
Trap musik heaven sent, you hating and it's evident
You trying to stack presidents, I'm tryin to set precedents
The comparison is insulting my intelligene
Cause real recognize real, and real you ain't never been
You never will, I catch ya where you chill,
holla at ya where you live nigga, fuck a record deal (what's happenin)
I graduated out the yay, to stack a couple mill
Who would figure it would be a rap nigga I have to kill
My potnaz telling me shawty you have to chill (fuck that shit)
but Ima end Up hating with steel, what is is, still dope boy trap niggas
Worldwide lovin it, haters see the spider and they wanna put a slug in it
Fuck it, I'm a G, I been a rider, I ain't studding it
Better get ya mind of mind, and start hustling

[Chorus: with ad libs]

[Daz]
I should BG banging the stripes, ideas when I strike
Breaking my victims, lining them niggas all with the light
Get it right, hold it tight, blast with all your might
See we hustle for them grands til the early light
Follw my plan on command, leave'em dead where they stand
Ain't no stopping the man nigga with grands in my hands
Living the fast lane, grand hustle the gram when the cash came
(Grand hustle nigga)
The police book me, take my fingerprint and last name
If I'm stuck in a cell, how would I maintain
Lock up all these niggas, the penitentiary mind frame
I strive for perfection, my method is quite collective
Check out the fuckin way I just rep it
This dog pound gangsta in the back take a licking
Rims shining, fresh paint, T.I. counting paper
Big moves stay on deck with the tools
All ya'll niggas and bitches and niggas get sprayed with the tools..Blahhh

[Chorus: with ad libs]

[Daz]
This how we hustle for the paper, cause the hustle get harder
I'm dog pounded out, an Atlanta Brave starter
Money, weed, and bitches, 24 inches conversating
T.I. plotted on getting these niggas, now for my niggas
Murdering, killing, wheeling the spider, on a mission
All my niggas ya'll know how the fuck we kick it
I'ma keep my eye on a meal ticket, hustle it up motherfucker better kick it

[T.I.]
All eyes on me, with my westside homie
In a drop 65, on D's, wanna ride on me
I got a forty-five, on me
In a hurry to die homie, get live on me
You charged with tryin to OG
And I'm creepin through the crowd, low key, nigga
You don't know me
I learned from niggas before me
I got insomnia shawty, I don't sleep, I bomb, I don't creep

[Chorus: with ad libs]

[Talking: T.I. & Daz]
Ya'll niggas know how we do this shit
T.I, that nigga Daz....youknowhatimean
This my life, your life, our life, his life.live it to the fullest
One time for Pac, we miss you nigga...Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
One time for Shorty B, keepin it pimpin' (Aye)
PSC, Grand Hustle, pimp (yeah)
Fuck nigga, let this be a lesson to ya...Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Ya'll niggas better start training man
You better be a damn good ducker nigga,
When I goddamn let loose with this chopper, you understand that
I ain't playin with ya'll niggas, Once the motherfuckin judge
Slam that goddamn gaffel nigga and let a motherfuckin case beat nigga
I'm at ya'll ass nigga..Mark my motherfuckin words, Fuck boys
I'm laying low for a reason pimp..Ha...Fuck niggas

 

[fox69]

"My Life Your Entertainment"
(feat. Usher)

"My Life Your Entertainment"
(feat. Usher)



[T.I. Talking]
Hey, hey
Hey what's happenin' e'erybody
I hope they get my good side
You know I gotta look good when I walk out the house
You know I know the camera's following
I know they taking pictures, right Drama
Ay man, you watch it I live it, you dig that
Y'all sit back relax get some popcorn man
I'm gonna make it a good show, you dig that
This goin' make a hell of a movie huh!

[Usher]
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
I walk they follow (ay)
I talk they holla (ay)
Just here for your amusement
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
You waitin' for me to lose it
I guess I'm just here for your amusement

[T.I.]
The price of fame I think I paid, want my change I done gave
E'erything in my possession for my seconds on the stage
For my name up in lights and multi-million record sales
I done gave up my life, can't get a moment to myself
When alone I ask myself, is it worth it? I ain't perfect
Neither is anybody else, but I think my kids deserve
To be with Daddy out in public without all the interruptions
When the lies and gossip's published I'm the topic of discussion
And I stay in trouble just to show these suckers I ain't lost it
And I'd do it all again that's the funny thing about it
I ain't playing, boy I'm 'bout it
Will I change, boy I doubt it
I done been a lot of things, I ain't never been a coward
See the paparazzi crowded all around me now
Same niggas who was dissin' want a pound like I'm C now
Showered with support from my adoring fans
They hear T.I.'s arrested they're like here we go again

[Usher]
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
I walk they follow (ay)
I talk they holla (ay)
Just here for your amusement
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
You waitin' for me to lose it
I guess I'm just here for your amusement

[T.I.]
You've seen it all before, guys know how the story goes
It's like 2Pac never died, sit back, enjoy the show
You see the shit that scares you senseless, I done lived through it
Knew the risks and the consequences and I still do it
And then I'm so fresh, them niggas mildew it
Not just a actor by profession, pimp, I live movies
That's why they whisper when they see me, point and stare at me
'Cause they just wanna live through me vicariously
Fashion weekend, Paris week, party like a rockstar
Get blown by a top model 'til she catch lockjaw
Got the dough you get a year, stashed in my sock drawer
Showed you the troubles and the struggles of an outlaw
Top dog would not fall, I am not y'all
Couple pages out the calendar and I'm out y'all
Kid listen, pay attention, you don't wanna be me
It's safer to watch it on T.V.

[Usher]
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
I walk they follow (ay)
I talk they holla (ay)
Just here for your amusement
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
You waitin' for me to lose it
I guess I'm just here for your amusement

[Usher]
See I don't think it would even matter (to me)
Woking a nine to (five) would it be better
I mean be honest, would you care to gossip about me
Not likely
I guess that's just the way that it goes (the way that it goes)
('Cause I know) See I can be somewhere out keeping it cool
(And get told) Almost anything instead of the truth
Y'all know more than I do, it's breaking news to me too
Easy killer y'all know that ain't how I move (ooh)
He said and she said (what) I did what, with they (who)
No not me I said (not me) she gave me no head (ooh)
Won't get me again (hey) I pleaded the fifth (hey)
I know better than to ever talk during the film...
in' and flashing lights can blind your eyesight
To when you cant see what's wrong from right
Well shorty 'til you walk a mile in my shoes
And understand this is who I am

[T.I.]
Usher I completely concur
Life can be such a blur, obviously we prefer
Our privacy but instead we endure
Yes sir, don't expect nothin' less of me
'Cause this goin' probably be this way until the death of me
But for the hustle and the lady on my arm now
Plus all my kids and my mom's I'm a calm down
And yo, we doin' just fine, and the time's just flyin'
Live one headline at a time

[Usher]
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
I walk they follow (ay)
I talk they holla (ay)
Just here for your amusement
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
You waitin' for me to lose it
I guess I'm just here for your amusement

 

[fox69]

"My Potna"

"My Potna"


[Verse 1:]
You got a problem, you can get it how you live, pussy nigga
I ain't flexin', it just is what it is, pussy nigga
Get thrown, get shot, get killed, pussy nigga
So what? You got all that money but you still a pussy nigga
You ain't bout that life, you just be actin hard, pussy nigga
Every day I'm sucka duckin, trynna dodge pussy niggas
All we did was slang crack and get paid, pussy nigga
Been the man ever since first grade, pussy nigga
Don't believe me? See me, try me, see what happen, pussy nigga
You be dissin',I be laughin' cause you just rappin', pussy nigga
No matter what, you'll never be me, pussy nigga
And see me, no matter what, I'll never be a pussy nigga

[Hook:]
I play a lot of games, but I ain't playin', I ain't playin'
They say a lot of things, but they ain't doin' what they sayin'
Don't get it fucked up, them niggas scared not me
Hold up, let me tell these motherfuckers something 'bout me

[Verse 2:]
Hey when they walk up on me 'Man, what it is, my potna?'
I say nuthin' but Bankhead and Center Hill, my potna
Didn't believe us when we said 'They tried to kill my potna.'
That's why he doin' life, but he still my potna
Better get it back to section, you ain't one of my potnas
Get on your ass for touchin', that ain't one of my potnas
Ask Snoop, I'm the truth, like Trae, my potna
C-Dub, KT, yes they my potnas yo
Young Dro, Mac Boney, Big Kuntry, my potnas
They could talk but they know better than to fuck with my potnas
As a young'n OG told me 'Do your thang, my potna!'
That's why now I'm on everything and Hustle Gang, my potna

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
These niggas talk tough, but they know they don't want it
You see me racked up, it's kinda fucked what you told me
Don't be a fool now, boy I'll leave you where you lay
And I got shooters, ain't no [?], just what they do every day
Back in the day my record wasn't gettin' played
I was trappin', ridin' dirty, gettin' paid
What? Cut the 5 keys in the back
Hey let me tell you niggas something bout that
My cousin Toot was the man, he got his work 'round the base
And how much money he made, nobody know 'til this day
My uncle quit, had the city sold up
He did 10k and back I blowed up
Ey Every man that's statin' 'bout me
At 16 all I wanted was a key
A bank roll, an apartment full of hoes
Hey let me tell you something 'bout me 'case you didn't know

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"My Swag"
(feat. Wyclef Jean)

"My Swag"
(feat. Wyclef Jean)



[Intro: T.I.]
You gotta get your swagger together nigga (ay)
Get your suit fitted (ay)
Starts on the inside, ya dig?
I don't need mine, I got cribs where we goin (okay)
If you don't love yourself you can't love nobody
Keep up nigga (okay) I love myself
You gon' need to travel ladies, you go and got that mack diesel right

[T.I.]
I'm the man from Atlanta, to way out in Cali
Catch me in New York, I'm on the way to Miami
I be in Hawaii, then catch me in Paris
I be at home barely, I'll sleep when I'm buried
What I need some sleep for? This dope got me geeked up
I went to Japan and made a mil' in a week bruh
These niggaz can't keep up cause they see me in London
Or out in Ibiza, that time I ain't sleep for
Bout three days maybe, you see me in Haiti
With Wyclef Jean and a selection of ladies
But my folk got that work in like they back in the 80's
See the money's what move me, conversation don't phase me

[Chorus: Wyclef Jean (T.I.)]
(Tell 'em why cause I) Been around the worrrrrld
Traveled the seven seas (and I be)
Poppin bottles with celebrities (so you can find me)
Flyin high, smokin better trees (ay, oh-ay-ay)
Girls around the worrrrrld (yo, yo)
They keep callin me (they call me)
Paparazzi they be follow me (they all be)
Hopin that they get a shot of me
It's my swaaaaag (they wonder what's so special 'bout him)
(Why they ain't sellin records like him, tell 'em)
It's my swaaaaag (how he always look so cool)
(That why e'rybody do what he do, tell 'em)
Gotta be my swaaaaag (they wonder why he wear his hat like that)
(When girls see him why they act like that, ay, I don't know)
It's my swaaaaag (for some reason all the real niggaz love him)
(Even though they girlfriend wanna fuck him, I guess)
Gotta be my swaaaaag

[T.I.]
Gettin money in Frisco, wearin my raincoat
See I'm gettin wet, and this bitch in the same boat
I came in the game slow, they act like they ain't know
that I wasn't gon' leave until I got what I came fo'
I still can't complain though, as long as I ain't broke
I came a long way but shawty ain't nuttin changed though
I still let the tool go, don't get it confused bro
Run up on me wrong, now what you think I'ma do bro?
Send you to your maker, then go to Jamaica
Or either to Cabo, I chill at my condo
My swagger is perfect, hatin on me ain't worth it
Guarantee you boy, the Earth my turf, if it hurts

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
Regardless what haters say I'm as real as they come
I'm chasin that paper baby however it come
I'm singin a song and movin yay by the ton
I bet you never seen a nigga gettin money so young
How I get from the pen', all the way to Berlin
I've been to Switzerland skiing and pimp I'm goin again
It ain't nuttin to catch me in the south of France
In a coffee shop smokin dro in Amsterdam
And ain't nuttin to fly, all the way to Dubai
St. Barts, St. Lucia, any day we can try
G-5 to Moscow and they say I'ma lie
I'ma ball like a dog 'til the day that I die

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[Outro: T.I.]
This is impeccable pimpin
You couldn't duplicate this shit if I told you how to man
Hahhh, y'all niggaz keep up
By the time you get to Puerto Rico my nigga I'll be in Cuba
By the time you get to Cuba I'll be in Haiti
By the time you get to Haiti I'll be way over in Africa man
Y'knowmsayin? South of France in my land man
The Earth's my turf my nigga [fades out]

 

[fox69]

"My Type"

"My Type"


Let's go... you all gonna wish for a nigga like me when i ain't here you know what I'm saying (you think I'm lying)
(say goodbye to the bad guy)

[chorus]
(You don't appreciate a nigga my type,
Once I die there ain't no more niggas my type,
So just remember me right)
Bet you don't appreciate a nigga my type,
But when I die there ain't no more niggas my type,
So just remember me right,
Bet if I let them suckers kill me tonight,
All them haters gonna be filled with delight,
God forgive me aight,
I sacrifice so they can live my life,
If necessary I'll give my life,
What you hear is my life,
Reputation decorated with stripes,
No need crying at the end of my life,
Just remember me right

[Verse 1]
When your back was against the wall remember where could you go,
Remember who helped you again like he helped you before,
When out his way to let you know that you ain't never alone,
Then disrespect you, you come get who until they left you alone,
He They taught you how to be weak, he thought you how to be strong,
Taught you not to accept defeat you go all out if he gone,
But it ain't the same in the streets now that he gone,
He now in heaven in the thrown exactly were he belong,
Though he left millions devastated and his family mourn,
Sons turn to grown man since their daddy been gone,
Daughters grew like him or not he left his family home,
Even prepared the funeral service he had in the dome,
And then they came to represent for a stand up gent,
Who walked it like he talked it, always said what he meant,
Impossible to stop him had a head like cement,
Maybe now you'll appreciate the nigga like this..

[chorus:]
Bet you don't appreciate a nigga my type,
But when I die there ain't no more niggas my type,
So just remember me right,
Bet if I let them suckers kill me tonight,
All them haters gonna be filled with delight,
God forgive me aight,
I sacrifice so they can live my life,
If necessary I'll give my life,
What you hear is my life,
Reputation decorated with stripes,
No need crying at the end of my life,
Just remember me right

[Verse 2]
If they've only knew the man outside of the hype,
No matter what the situation he alway try to do right,
Still they gossip the told lie, used to take him for granted,
Often found it hard to relate, some how they can't understand it,
'Cause that respect he gonna demand it, there's a problem he handle it,
Looked adversity in the eye, he never ran from a challenge,
They try to knock him off balance when the fed came and got him,
Did the time on the edge came home now he stoppin',
Now while them niggas used to hate him, but they girl use to jock him,
Swear he had the kinda swagger made the world stop and watch him,
Plus he possessed so much hustle, made it impossible to top him,
Got better every album, haters hate to see him drop em',
They just talk shit from a distance, when he around they playin' pose,
He use to scare the suckers shitless, probably why them niggas shot him,
Hey what it took nothing else than what they could've ever did about him,
So go 'head talk shit about him,
At least you ain't forgot about him..

[chorus]

[Verse 3]
Wanna say sorry to my Mama,
King and Lil Mama,
See me go through so much drama,
You could stand a little thunder,
Never let em' see you sweat, stay cool as a cucumber,
Stay ready for a whatever, make note I'm gonna do wonder,
How he died? On his feet like a man with honor,
Showed you the sky was the limit, you can do whatever you wanna,
and that's for Bubba, Domani, Deja, and Nique Nique,
Don't worry bout me Uncle Phil the ladies with me,
See me with your granddaddy,
I know you gonna miss daddy,
But life ain't always a dream, and horrible shit happens,
Had I let a nigga kill me before I could quit rapping,
An get to spend more time with you, I know we would've been happy,
But I had to take the chances, you would have been trappin',
Long as I could keep that from happening,
Your Papi could die happy,
So keep the wind at your back and the sun at your face,
Remember winnin' in your blood you were born with what it take (OK)..

[chorus]