T.I.

[fox69]

"Still Ain't Forgave Myself"

"Still Ain't Forgave Myself"


[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..

 

[fox69]

"Strip"
(feat. Young Dro & Trey Songz)

"Strip"
(feat. Young Dro & Trey Songz)



Unnn hunnn
Come hereeee

[Trey Songz - Chorus]
After the club...strip
When I get you home... strip
We on that grown shit baby hop up on this
You ain't neva meet guy like me
And when the valet pull up shorty ride with me..
And Imma take your clothes all off (strip) take your clothes all off (strip) clothes off (strip) clothes off clothes all off (strip) Imma take your clothes all off (strip) take your clothes all off take your clothes (strip) your clothes clothes all off

[T.I.]
Ayee we can buy the whole bar but when the club close off we Immediately rode off..to the old loft
You know what I told yall we pull up your clothes off pussy fill the whole house they trippin drop them hoes off...and no panty no bra no shoes no socks see how good your toes are the going good so far...they driping striping going in drinking striping rolling pussy with it old shit spray trey say put your nose in...first round going down pop another go again panty to the floor again fuck her till she soar again pimpin in motion I'm sexing no emotion I don't love err one of you I fuck who's ever closest....we be on the grown shit that ganster alcopone shit you know what you gonna get... strong back long dick you say no that's the wrong shit that wont get you home with us you hear this song bit know if its us you going home with

[Trey Songz - Chorus]
After the club...strip
When I get you home... strip
We on that grown shit baby hop up on this
You ain't neva meet guy like me
And when the valet pull up shorty ride with me..
And Imma take your clothes all off (strip) take your clothes all off (strip) clothes off (strip) clothes off clothes all off (strip) Imma take your clothes all off (strip) take your clothes all off take your clothes (strip) your clothes clothes all off

[Young Dro]
Aaayye look aye check this
Ayee shortys pocket fat rodger that beside your coat beside your hat parda bag shorty bad ATL model ass Dro soon as she proceed to strip I'm on top of that doogy style splash arch your bac oo gurl holla bac we up (up) in the club aint to much that we can do in here but pop a couple bottles and see who I wanna screw in here I'm ryan bently cope tonight I cant be number 2 in here... your gurl was on that red bull I think that boy a fool in here..bubble gum game tell that chick I want some tru in here if all these brods strip in here I might just find my boo in here.. Imma leave from the club show up at the house pig gonna say shorty realier than a mouth Imma show her what I'm about when I push her head south tell ha go head blow a nigga out... I'm showing out watching my behavior I got flavor.. these skills I have I'm always waiting on my neighbor and every time I see them hoes I shock them like a taser and when I leave this club only dick is what I gave her

[Trey Songz - Chorus]
After the club...strip
When I get you home... strip
We on that grown shit baby hop up on this
You ain't neva meet guy like me
And when the valet pull up shorty ride with me..
And Imma take your clothes all off (strip) take your clothes all off (strip) clothes off (strip) clothes off clothes all off (strip) Imma take your clothes all off (strip) take your clothes all off take your clothes (strip) your clothes clothes all off

Unn hunn..........come hereee
Unn hunn..........come hereee

After the club...strip
When I get you home... strip
We on that grown shit baby hop up on this
You ain't neva meet guy like me
And when the valet pull up shorty ride with me..
And Imma take your clothes all off (strip) take your clothes all off (strip) clothes off (strip) clothes off clothes all off (strip) Imma take your clothes all off (strip) take your clothes all off take your clothes (strip) your clothes clothes all off

 

[fox69]

"Stunt'n Like A Fool (Snippet)"

"Stunt'n Like A Fool (Snippet)"


[Verse 1: T.I.]
Black jeans, white tee
Black rims, white B
8 figure nigga, small digits don't excite me
Iced out brightly, shine like lightning
Everything bad bout my bitches but they hygeine
Turned up hyphy, everytime you see me on
Matter fact, you can't see me
'Less you turn your TV on
Ay, we beyond that peon shit
That he be on
I stunt, ball daily
Fuck y'all, pay me
Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it
My life like a movie
Call me Martin Scorsese
On 5 blazin', burnin' hot cajun
Ay dude, fuck it

[Bridge: T.I.]
Everytime you see me out
Just take yo' ho' and
We be out
We throwin 'bands and goin' HAM, no doubt
You know what we be 'bout

[Hook: T.I.]
Ballin' out the frame
Stuntin' like a fool
[x4]
Ay you know how we do
Stuntin' like a fool

 

[fox69]

"Sugar Cane"

"Sugar Cane"


[Chorus:]
Charms 'em with some all of that and all of this (ay look at this)
Empty the bottle nigga let the Dom drip (there they go)
We leanin on these brick, this is all God give (ay, ay, ay)
Cuts and charms all on my wrist nigga (ay, ay)
Hotel linen (yeah) R.L. demin (yeah)
Propeller spinnin (yeah) nigga hella women (hey!)
Big money mayne (hey) get it how we livin mayne (hey)
How we did it mayne (hey) sweet sweet sugar cane
Trappin hard with the yay all times of the night
All times of the night, all times of the night
(How we did it mayne, sweet sweet sugar cane)
Trappin hard with the yay all times of the night
All times of the night, all times of the night
(How we did it mayne, sweet sweet sugar cane)
Trappin hard with the yay all times of the night
All times of the night, all times of the night
(How we did it mayne, sweet sweet sugar cane)
Trappin hard with the yay, trappin hard with the yay
All times of the night, trappin hard with the yay, ay
(How we did it mayne, sweet sweet sugar cane)

Listen shawty I'ma tell you how it go
(I'ma tell you how it go) Quarter ki', seven G's
Anybody want it tell 'em pull up on me at the sto'
(Pull up on my nigga) .45 in my jeans, super clean
You ain't never seen a nigga like this
(Never never never never) Sun shinin on my wrist
Couple dimes in the whip, give a damn 'bout a bitch
(Fuck a bitch) Huh, but I will take yours if I wanna
You a sucka, you ain't gon' do shit
(Ol' puss-y nigga) But just run yo' mouth
Be in front of yo' house with them goons, bet you won't come out
(Where he at?) And you a scary ass nigga
Hold these, your homeboy to the Fed ass nigga
(What kind of nigga is that?) Hey, I'm certified, better recognize
'Fore you end up a dead ass nigga
I got a check, you can tell how my neck is shinin
Tell 'em

[Chorus]

This life we live we do not care
If you at your momma house we'll have a shootout there
Hey, ain't gon' be no playin with the crew out there
Them animals on the loose and it's a zoo out there
Out here rollin where you at, we'll move out there
Network in no time, get a few out there
I got the chopper at the do', "Shawty who out there?
Aight, get your fuckin brain blew out now!"
Now I ain't playin where I stay, to take a life ain't shit
Get murked for a brick if your wife ain't shit
Bankrolls are us, we'll buy that shit
I keep it on me homie, rob and I will try that shit
Man you can ask about Tip on Simpson Road
We was ridin in the city; really gettin busy
Now a nigga wanna kick it like some thugs in the city
When they really wasn't sellin any drugs in the city
For real

[Chorus]

What you want we got for you (hey, we got it)
You're not the rule, we not for you (uh-uh, nah shawty)
Wonder why we shut your door
You're not from here, do not go through

I told you this (I told y'all nigga)
Shawty this as real as it get
How many times I done showed you this? (How many times I done showed?)
In the trap run a chick through the roof right now
I can show you this (I see it real right now)
Pick the rap with your bitch in the coupe right now
And I know you pissed (you could get it right now)
How many times I done told you this? (FUCK nigga!)
This life we 'bout it (we 'bout it)
This life we 'bout it (we, we, naw nigga)
You can't do shit 'bout it, this life we 'bout it (we 'bout it)
This life we 'bout it (naw)
You can't do shit 'bout it, can't do shit 'bout it (nigga)
Ha ha, ay

 

[fox69]

"Swagger Like Us"
(feat. Jay-Z, Kanye West, Lil Wayne)

"Swagger Like Us"
(feat. Jay-Z, Kanye West, Lil Wayne)



[Intro/Chorus 4X: sample of M.I.A.'s "Paper Planes"]
"No one on the corner has swagger like us"
"Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us"

[Chorus]

[Kanye West]
("No one on the corner") Mr. West is in the building
Swagger on a hundred thousand trillion
("No one on the corner") Aiyyo I know I got it first
I'm Christopher Columbus, y'all just the pilgrims
Thanksgiving, do we even got a question?
Hermes pastel, I passed the dressing
My attitude is tattooed
That mean it's permanent, so I guess we should address it, huh?
("No one on the corner") My swagger is Mick Jagger
Every time I breathe on a track, I asthma attack it
Why he so mad for? Why he gotta have it?
Cause a slave my whole life, now I'm the master
Naaaaa-na-naaaaa
How it feel to wake up and be the shit, and the urine?
Naaaaa-na-naaaaa
Tryna get that Kobe number, one over Jordan

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Yeah..
("No one on the corner") Got a bop like this
Can't wear skinny jeans cause my knots don't fit
No one on the corner got a pocket like this
So I rock Roc jeans cause my knots so thick
You can learn how to dress just for checking my fresh
Checking-checking my fresh, checking-checking my fresh
Follow my steps is the road to success
Where the niggas know you're thorough when the girls say yes (yes!)
("No one on the corner") But I can't teach 'em my swag
You can pay for school but you can't buy class
("No one on the corner") School of hard knocks I'm a grad
And that all-blue Yankee is my graduation cap
It's Hooooo-vahhhhh
Dippin-dippin Rovers, whippin with the soda
Hooooo-vahhhhh
Did you even have any doubt after doubt it was over?

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
No one on the corner has swagger like moi
Church, and I'm too clean for the choir
I require, but I desire
I got stripes, A-di-das
Mami scream, "Papi no mas!"
Run up in your shit just me, no mas
Running this shit like I got four thighs
No one has swagger like these four guys
Now when it comes to styles, I got several
Sharper than the swagger, dagger all metal
And my jew-els, blue and yellow
The type of shit that make 'em call you Carmelo
rules as follows stay true to the ghetto
Write your name on the bullet make you feel special
Ha! What the fuck you boys talking 'bout?
I know it's us cause we the only thing you talk about
And I'm gone... bye... yeah

[Chorus - during last line]

[T.I.]
Hah, you see? That's right
Ay, you know see Weezy for the wordplay, Jeezy for the bird play
Kanyeezy for diversity and me for controversy
all my verses picture perfect, only spit to serve a purpose
You ain't living what you kicking then you worthless
Lookin from the surface it may seem like I got reason to be nervous
Been observant, work to see if my adversity was worth it
Verse is autobiographical, absolutely classical
Last thing I'm worried 'bout is what another rapper do
Ain't nobody hot as me
Even if they rap they ass off, blast off and have outstanding qualities
Sell a lot of records, I respect it and salute that
But spin real life on hot beats, I'm the truth at
You kick it like me, no exaggeration necessary
Living revolutionary, nothing less than legendary
Gangsta shit hereditary, got it from my dad
Flow colder than February with extraordinary swag

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

[T.I. - over Chorus]
Okay, yeah, that's right
Okay, yeah, so you notice huh
Hah, yeah, okay, tell 'em for me shawty
Yeah, that's right, yeah

 

[fox69]

"Swing Ya Rag"
(feat. Swizz Beatz)

"Swing Ya Rag"
(feat. Swizz Beatz)



[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
WOOOOOO!!!!!! Swizzy!!!
Need y'all to take y'all rags out man! (T.I.)
And let it swang! swang! swang! swang!
Swang! swang! swang! swang!

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Alright (Alright) OK (OK) I don't dance (I don't dance) no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air
Alright (Alright) OK (OK) I don't dance (I don't dance) no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air
HEY! SWANG!

[Verse 1: T.I.]
New Akoo outfit with a Gucci rag
Tied to my belt loop and my Louis bag
Full of stacks rubberbands round big cash
Got a sick swag tell the haters get mad, comeon
We in the club homes gettin our thug on
Bottles of Patron if you grown get your buzz on
We brought the broads out and brought the cars out
I'm like the moon I shine and bring the stars out
When it dark out, get the squad out
We ball hard sucker nigga eat your heart out
I'm too advanced super swag in my Louis pants
Falling on my Louis shoes, shirt match my Louis rag

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Alright (Alright) OK (OK) I don't dance, no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air
Alright (Alright) OK (OK) I don't dance, no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air

[Verse 2: T.I.]
I Say, "Whoa kimosabe!", big balling is my hobby
I'm boppin while I'm walking, rag falling out my pocket
If big money ain't the topic, homie I ain't even talking
Hated on by the workers but I'm cool with all the bosses
Catch me flossing at the mall (mall), talking to a broad (broad)
She follow me in Gucci and I taught her how to ball
Three pair of shoes, four shirts, six rags
The chick said, "Dag, that's more than my bag!"
Shawty I can show you how to spend this bread real fast
Then get a group of chicks to give you head real fast
Silk scarf hanging out of my jeans
Naw homie, I ain't thinkin I'm just doing my thing!

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Alright (Alright) OK (OK) I don't dance (I don't dance) no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air
Alright (Alright) OK (OK) I don't dance (I don't dance) no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air
HEY SWANG!

[Verse 3: T.I.]
I took some time off (okay), and now I'm back y'all (that's right)
You in the line at the club, I'm in the back dawg (haaah!)
And when this song on, ballers peel stacks off
And make it rain on them broads, watch them stacks fall
Aye, pull ya rag out, and wave it left right.
Let it sag with ya pants get ya swag just right
Ride Bankhead flare flying out the Benz
Once a fool with it we 'gon bring 'em out again

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Alright (Alright) OK (OK) I don't dance (I don't dance) no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air
Alright (Alright) OK (OK) I don't dance (I don't dance) no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air
HEY SWANG!

 

[fox69]

"Switchin Lanes"
(feat. Big K.R.I.T. & Trev Case)

"Switchin Lanes"
(feat. Big K.R.I.T. & Trev Case)



[T.I.]
Make sure what you ride for
Is somethin' you would die for
Make sure what you ride for
Is somethin' you would die for

All my nigga wanna do is hit a lick and flip some raw
Boy you better prepare yourself, them people finna set it off
What you oughta wanna do is get this money too with me
Even if you Bobby Seal, you gon' need a Huey P
I'm doin' me, international fluently
Speak the lingo my people talk
Don't disrespect my people, dog
Or turn the other cheek, that ain't the shit that we were taught
Arm yourself, defend yourself, they try you get to squeezin' off
We've been out crazy
Do you like it in them jeans dawg?
Season dog, leave me out know they don't want me involved
I'm dodgin' 12, they be on watch
But I'm just ridin' with my home boys

[Trev Case:]
Switchin' through lanes like hey-ey-ey
Paint drippin', swing with this.30 on me
Drivin' real slow, ridin' with my Tec
Drivin' real slow, ridin' with my Tec
Switchin' through lanes like hey-ey-ey
Paint drippin', swing with this.30 on me
Drivin' real slow, ridin' with my Tec
Drivin' real slow, ridin' with my Tec

[Big KRIT:]
We talkin' high life, listenin' to UGK
Ridin' dirty mean you clean on swangers
If them law pull up then that means thanks
Turn up the changer, bangin' out the whip
They muffle the signs, all the hoe shit that we were dealin' with
Cause we be young and in the hustle
Partna sellin' whole, but no food in the cupboard like damn
I really wanna be a millionaire one day, one day
My nigga say yeah
We dyin' out here for a little bit of neck but the government just don't care
So I'm talkin' Multi to the fullest
As long as I'm livin', fuck the ones
When I was young, they let me ride shot gun
And show me how to get it
And you can ball all you want in the paint for the digits
But you gotta learn how to pivot
For the score, never speak, bet the goal that you want
Gotta keep it slow mo when you outchea creepin'
Watch for the lows when your head up high
Head in the sky and you're outchea tippin'
All you've got is your word and your bond
Prepare for the hate when you're switchin' suites

[Trev Case:]
Switchin' through lanes like hey-ey-ey
Paint drippin', swing with this.30 on me
Drivin' real slow, ridin' with my Tec
Drivin' real slow, ridin' with my Tec
Switchin' through lanes like hey-ey-ey
Paint drippin', swing with this.30 on me
Drivin' real slow, ridin' with my Tec
Drivin' real slow, ridin' with my Tec

[T.I.:]
I'm either out or I'm all in it
This shit creek and we all in it
One false move and we all finish
We come together, we all winnin'
But you'd rather go and get your dogs in it
Either rob for the money, hit the mall with it
Then to the club, pull the broad with it
Then wylin' chopper in it, I'm goin' down with it, no lie
You get a chance, go to Dubai
You see your money ain't as much as you thought
Matter of fact motherfuckers so rich
Make nigga feel petty and ashamed just for showin' it off
100 thou for the outfit
A billion dollars worth of sun plugged in the outlet
You put your money where your mouth at
You won't be talkin' much would ya
If you was weren't about shit
Revolutionary do it for the niggas that wish they were there to do it
Gotta chance to do me boy you better do it
Nigga comin' back and shootin' very good
Speakin' better than a felon would
Got me property up in Ellenwood
And my position, I just fell into it
Devil want my soul and I ain't sell it to him

[Trev Case:]
Switchin' through lanes like hey-ey-ey
Paint drippin', swing with this.30 on me
Drivin' real slow, ridin' with my Tec
Drivin' real slow, ridin' with my Tec
Switchin' through lanes like hey-ey-ey
Paint drippin', swing with this.30 on me
Drivin' real slow, ridin' with my Tec
Drivin' real slow, ridin' with my Tec

[T.I.:]
Make sure what you ride for
Is somethin' you would die for
Make sure what you ride for
Is somethin' you would die for

 

[fox69]

"T.I. Vs. T.I.P."

"T.I. Vs. T.I.P."


[Rap Verse: T.I. + (T.I.P. alter ego)]
I wanna talk to you shawty (Why?)
'Cause you be trippin' sometimes
(Man I'm just trying stay true to what I say in my rhymes)
It ain't a doubt in my mind, but you got a lot on the line
You need to think 'bout yo' actions (Why?)
You be overreactin' (Maaaan)
Look at Cap and K.T. listen to K.P.
(What about 'em; where the fuck this shit come from?)
Or to a J.G. to your mama or D.P
Or somebody shawty shit you be makin' me sick (Nigga fuck you!)
You'd be a motherfuckin' fool if you blow this lick (Alright alright)
This the chance of a lifetime, you know this shit
Remember what Jarmel told us "stay focused Tip" (I remember nigga)
(Man but they be tryin' me shawty)
Niggaz be tryin' you how?
Ay let them tell it, you was just another guy in the crowd
(Naw, but they be talkin' too loud)
Man you be listenin' too hard
Just pay these niggaz no attention and keep fuckin' they broads (Alright)
I know you harder than these niggaz (Yeah) and smarter than these niggaz (Yeah)
More heart than these niggaz (Yeah)
Quit worryin' 'bout thses niggaz
(Ay man fuck these niggaz I'm from Bankhead and I don't know where you stayed at)
(But talkin' sideways behind my back, I never played that)
(Since you become a payed cat T.I. you been so layed back)
(I wonder where lil' bad ass Tip from back in the day at)
Man that nigga had to stay back there so we could be that
Nigga on TV and FYI we got the P back
Hold up shawty freeze Jack (What?)
"Lame" I'll never be that (Yeah OK)
Changed my name a thousand times and still a G believe that
(Oh yeah good we go Ki's)
(That nigga from overseas back)
You see what I be sayin' 'bout this nigga (What man? Shit)
I don't believe that
You ain't listenin' is ya?
You got issues I got kids, 2 boys a lil' girl
(Ay I know nigga they my kids too)
You know it's one false move and it's back to the big house
The judge told our ass "one more time" and we ain't gettin' out
(I wouldn't say that)
Be thinkin' 'bout standin' outside in the sunshine (Ho)
Watchin' nigga's heads get buck for cuttin' the lunchline
Ay shawty you ain't 'posed to make the same mistake more than one time
(And I ain't made the same mistake twice since uh '99)
Please, boy stop don't get me started folk it's not the time
And let's just do this shit my way get paid and have a lot of time
Plenty fine bitches, who gon' pull shawty you is?
(Man you know Tip got the hoes)
And Tip hoes got gold teeth (What that mean? What you tryna say nigga?)
Mine got jobs, good credit and they own features
(And mine boost clothes, sell 'dro, got the blow cheap)
(I guess it's just depend on what ya like folk) That's right folk
(And I was just kiddin' 'bout them kites folk) Heh, alright folk
(I'm really glad we had a chance to sit it down and rap a tad)
(I admit you had a couple points, sometimes I act a ass)
Ay but it is so important to keep it real though just like ya said
No record deal, no amount of mil' shall go to my head
(And with that said can't nobody tell us shit, so fuck the hatin')
How many niggaz real enough to stand and give theyself a straightenin'?

 

[fox69]

"Take Da Wheel"

"Take Da Wheel"


I think I'm out my mind, people say I'm trippin'
Cause I raise hell everywhere I go
I'm on 285 in my old school, same old tude'
It be like, "Tip saying some shit,"
I know
But I believe in God, and I know he be with me
Even when my mission isn't righteous as it will
How many V12 fast enough to pop a wheelie?
Driving reckless everywhere, but I got Jesus at the wheel

Help me Jesus, take the wheel
Hey, help me Jesus take the wheel
God help me, man
Lord knows I don't want to go to jail again

People just be sayin what they want up out they mouth
And meanwhile I be tryna keep about as real as I can keep it
You try me and I'm gonna bring that drama to your house
And I pray to god that we can keep this lil' me and you a secret
But if not, gotta hot meal ticket
Said I'll barely see the side of a cell
Smiling, as I post bail
Emerging, for certain
You see it, I'm gods child
Even though Jesus knows I been wild since a fetus

Help me Jesus, take the wheel
Hey, help me Jesus take the wheel
God help me, man
Lord knows I don't want to go to jail again

I got a real big heart
And a real bad temper
Gay motherfuckers just don't know how to take it
Maybe because I pull a niggas card
And check em when they be faking
They don't like it, we can make it what they make it
Over time, I had cases accumulated
From fire conversations
A violent demonstration, come after your violation'
(What's the cause?)
You know me dawg
Man you know I ain't fake no moves
Play no games at all
I ain't one of these other niggas out here
Who finna cater to y'all
My window open
I get back in there, I'm taking it all
Once and for all
These niggas tell tall tales
But when all that fails, I be praying for em

Help me Jesus, take the wheel
Hey, help me Jesus take the wheel
God help me, man
Lord knows I don't want to go to jail again

I know what you're thinking
You see me drinking, while I'm driving
Speed by, with the top down
Been smoking, I ain't even high
Got a six figure watch on
Hanging out the window, stones singing
20 carot solitaire on my pinkie
Yeah I got that nigga slipping
Somebody say "you trippin"
Hey TIP need to keep a chopper with him
Banana clipping
I better listen, sometimes life lessons
Aren't learned from self, tryna get burned to death
You should only be wide-eyed off profits you can earn for self
Telling you you'll fall asleep tryna take mine
No nap time, just flat-line
You could reach for mine, and my gat find
You better check that shit
Nigga stand down, you might not know my background

I think I'm out my mind, people say I'm trippin'
Cause I raise hell everywhere I go
I'm on 285 in my old school, same old tude'
It be like, "Tip saying some shit,"
I know
But I believe in God, and I know he be with me
Even when my mission isn't righteous as it will
How many V12 fast enough to pop a wheelie?
Driving reckless everywhere, but I got Jesus at the wheel

Help me Jesus, take the wheel
Hey, help me Jesus take the wheel
God help me, man
Lord knows I don't want to go to jail again

 

[fox69]

"Tell 'Em I Said That"

"Tell 'Em I Said That"


[Intro]

Ay Ay Ay Ay for as long as I remember,
I've been telling you all man to pull these niggas resumes.
you better check up on these niggas. these niggas be lying man.
these niggas ain't really kicking this shit they be telling you all man.
they wanna see you all get fucked up right there man.
keep your eyes on me nigga don't believe what these niggas tell you man
(I'm tryna tell you partner)

[Chorus:]
you niggas ain't cool what they rap about
These niggas ain't do
Hear 'em say it but it really ain't true
you niggas ain't true
you niggas ain't really
Talking to 'em
Don't be no fool you better take you ass to school
'cause these niggas ain't G's
Gangsta's something these niggas can't be
What you expect these niggas ain't me
you niggas ain't rich
you niggas ain't really getting bricks
It's official man you niggas ain't shit
TELL 'EM I SAID THAT!

[Verse 1]
He nigga lying everytime you hear rhyming
He don't talk about they diamonds
And how they be out there shining
For the wrap
Hey were trapping
Tell you all they be at there grinding
And I know they ain't about that action
I'm telling you I'm gonna ride 'em
They probably try to come in the hood and sell weed
Think it's all good until they run into some real G's
Holla tell us where it is
And I promise we'll leave
Hesitate to saying boy them lamma well squeeze
Please pay attention to this part of the bull
One time got robbed got shot got shooked
Got a job started rhyming came up with a hook
Got a chain and some tats came up with a look
Went and made it here
Working talk tough in a bull
Fuck the image and perception they never tough as they look
They some mother fucking suckers
put it on wherever
Any real nigga know better man these niggas

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
you can't tell
Them niggas ain't surely
Get caught with a nigga gon' tell
Them nigga don't sell
This you g ain't gotta put it on a scale
He ask you if it weigh enough just tell 'em YEAH
you nigga just yell
Pull the pistol them nigga gon bail
If he got a pistol bet he don't spray it
They don't wanna go to jail
And they ain't no hell be walking on shells
Gladiator school is you prepared
I can see these niggas scared
Gotta problem with me nigga just say it
We can play it how you want to play it
Better go head
40 pistols will be aimed at your head
All the way down and where your gold leg
jean really on the edge
jean ain't under suspicion of the feds
you just telling them you is as stead
you never bought us head
what you get behind the mic and just said
the people already know I must say it!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
you damn right
These niggas don't have rights
To rap about the shit I did every night
Did you win every fight
You ever went to jail for selling white
May barbick and trap same night
your know these niggas lame right
I'm speaking on it cause it ain't right
Nigga died I survived I done earned my stripe
Went to jail came home
Twenty times got it right
But still trying keep for shootin sucker niggas I don't like
'cause the game feel like the real niggas on strike
This sucker get a deal now he living so shy
you niggas outta sight acting hard lying on they record
Know it when you see recognize it don't respect it
Got every right to check 'em when you see 'em in your city
Run up on 'em and try 'em but you see that they some bitches
Niggas tell you what they want you to hear
Don't tell me real recognize real eventually they'll see

[Chorus]

Ay Ay Ay Ay

Down Down Down [fades until song ends]