T.I.

[fox69]

"Told You So"

"Told You So"


[Intro]
Grand Hustle Pimp..
Hey, whats happenin shorty
Me being a true player and all
I mean you know as a stand up guy you know
I really hate to say I told you so
But, man I told you so
Back when we said we were goin to run this shit man
When we said Pimp Squad Click, Grand Hustle was the business
When we said their was a whole nother side of Atlanta
A nother bunch of motherfuckers in the trap, y'all didnt know

[Chorus]
Man, I told you so
They thought a pimp wasn't s'posed to blow
Because I was rappin about moving o's and blow
Pimp I told you so
They thought that Outkast closed the door
And Ludacris came in and sold his 4?
Man, I told you so
The Mac, C-Rod, Kuntry and Dro
And AK had the coldest flow
Nigga, I told you so
I said the future was right up under your nose
You thought the south wouldn't explode no more
Remember, I told you so

[T.I.]
Way back when Kriss-Kross was hollering "Jump" on ya tube
They was still gettin jumped at school, we used to tote them tools
Don't get me wrong I'll give respect to them dudes
But approach us wrong, and we'll smoke them fools, ain't no joke it's the truth
Fuck a hater, let 'em do what it do
I'm busy now, but I'll be through in a few
And then I'm coming for you
So keep shit talking like it's something to do
I'll spend a 100 grand get a killer something to do
I been hustlin since 92' when I heard UGK
Hollering "Pocket Full of Stones" I was on my way
Had a history in the yay, before I started to trap
13, let me take you back farther than that
When my uncles was baggin blocks, used to count the stacks
I was only 8, and my grand-daddy can vouch for that
And my pops had alot of work, alot of folk he got 'em work
And ran numbers, said if he ain't wanna, he ain't gotta work
Why I sold rocks, I guess I got from pops
My uncles ? man ? a chip off the old block
The nigga you hear now the same one from off the old block
Who used to stand on Front St. and get off the old block

[Chorus]

I remember the P$C, Killer Mike, David Banner and me and YoungBloodz
Ran through Atlanta with heat, when even Atlanta was sleep
Nigga, back before you heard of me
I was middle man into serving keys when KC was serving 3
I'm on top because I deserved to be
So simmer down, calm your nerves at least
Speak your words with peace
Before you lay out on the curb deceased
Think about it, it's absurd to beef
I took my songs to street
He told me dopeboy was the bomb in the street
Since then, my name rang like alarms in the street
Who knew how long it would be
If only LA knew how wrong he could be
I told you ain't nobody stronger than me

[Chorus]

This southern rap shit of the day is something I helped design
Puerto Rico of the mix show I'll let you know who the next in line
the Snowman, Paul Wall, the Thug ?
Alot of other niggaz shouldn't of even been signed
Thats a opinion of mine
Because these niggaz be neglecting the grind
Ain't waiting on nobody to let me shine, I'ma go get me mine
And then they wonder why they checks behind
Cuz TIP was 20k? back in the day, need me to press rewind
What be on these niggaz mind, man don't get me to lyin
I seen ya kind, dopeboy, and that ain't even ya kind
Ain't never sold a gram of crack, and ain't no need of ya tryin
Back in the trap, pimp I don't see him survivin

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Top Back"

"Top Back"


[T.I.]
Haaaa... Mannie Fresh I got you nigga
I'm gonna show these niggaz what to do with one of your beats
I'm shutting the whole block down
Here comes trouble homey
I'ma tell you how the king like to ride homeboy

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me riding 24's with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black

[Verse 1]
I'm the man in my city ain't nobody fucking wit me
You can ask the real niggaz and all the bad bitches
I'm a known drug dealer I always have 50's
And the thugs and the killers was all in class wit me
SS'S on 26's watching some television
Shorty I'm never slipping got the berretta in vision
And ready to pop the clip in, ready to get to tripping
Ready to show these folks a celebrity pistol whipping
Pimp stolen' the automobile and the roof for the tag missing
Polices' try to pursue me it's nothing but gas given
Addicted to fast living, guess I'm one of my dad's children
Think I'm bad now shoulda seen me before I had children
Give dick to ya daddy's daughter and dare her to have children?
Hope he got some insurance 'cause death her ass is enduring?
Kill her in Mississippi and drive her ass to Missouri
Still my wet paint drippin' while I'm woodgrain gripping

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I got this Pimp Squad Click I know you heard about us
Young niggaz filthy rich and we ain't worried bout much
On this glock I clutch In God I trust
If a fuck nigga start bet his heart I bust
Got ya partners and the broad in ya car fucked up
What, ya under estimation thought a star wouldn't bust
I got the heart and the guts on this purp I blow
Move ten bricks daily tryin' to twerk five mo
Ya see the Cadillac swerving down Hollywood Road
On the flyest Spur in Cali fucking Hollywood Ho's
On a pill and half with my partner Young Dro
Bumping Goodie Mob Soul Food number fo
Other rappers' old dudes told dudes I'ma pro
With a loaded fo fo and a quarter brick of blow
(Hey) nigga don't you hit me less you buying 6 or mo
My 24 blades glistening and my 808 kicking

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I wear the crown down under man somebody better tell 'em
'For I spit a hundred rounds and have everybody bailing
I got some bitches in a Benz and my partners in the Chevy
And now we riding Giovanni's and Asani's on Pirellis
If ya ever think ya trying to run up on me just forget it
The clip in the chopper long as ya leg and leave ya shredded
Pistol way in the truck got my knife on tuck
Ya think he ain't getting stuck you got life fucked up
A couple stitches in ya hip will have ya night fucked up
Will he live? Will he die? Guess he might luck up
Meanwhile I'm racing my Ferarri like a light for a buck
Against Lamborghini Gallardo everytime I get a car...

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Top Back (Remix)"
(feat. Young Jeezy, Young Dro, Big Kuntry, B.G.)

"Top Back (Remix)"
(feat. Young Jeezy, Young Dro, Big Kuntry, B.G.)



[Intro: Young Jeezy & T.I.]
Kream Dela Cream homey, top shelf ya know,
I like my beat down low, down low, down low, down low,
down low, down low, down low, I like my top let back, let back
let back, let back let back, let back, Ay holla if you like your
Cheaa you already know what this shit is nigga, remix nigga, Mannie Fresh,
T.I.P what's up nigga? I got you nigga, I'm a show this nigga what to do on you nigga...

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
I let my chain hang low get that thing up on my waist
all then haters talking reckless tell 'em say it to my face,
concealed bankroll yeah I almost caught a case
it's the remix so Manny Fresh drop the bass
I say now 28 inches got me sitting so high
reach straight up through the clouds God Damn I'm in the sky
got my 87 zone God dammit I'm fly
bet you anything won't nan nigga try it
I push the look come Wednesday the drop that Monday
ice cream Impala same color as a sundae, so you can miss me
with that hating and that he can't rap shit tell 'em faggot ass
niggas wrap they lips around my dick, God damn my money sick
Ay! I need to see a doctor, black on black Bentley call it phantom
of the Opera, Lemon lime drop top I call it a sprite
when I pull out the garage you can call it at night

[Hook: 2x]
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me riding 24's with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black

[Verse 2: Young Dro]
DRO! My trunk gonna break the damn law I'm riding through the hood with 8's a damn law, them 27's tall but them 8's are damn raw bitches know they see the
platinum is grey like grand pa spray the Chevy all kinda sour apple colors, diamonds up in my charm look like piny apple suckers teck 9 for some mack 90
for others' Lethal Weapon on Ducati's I got on my Dannie Glovers, Naah' this ain't a movie but I shot 4 brothers and plus I gotta chevelle that flop 4
colors cars without the covers' my beat down low I let my rims sit high I'm the best thing blowing now Dro!!

[Hook: 2x]
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me riding 24's with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black

[Verse 3: Big Kuntry King]
I got my treble up high and my beat down low, I don't slam no door's hop in where the roof go, what I need a roof for replacing with the sky streets be
mine with that Georgia on my mind, I ride in the wettest paint, like I'm surfing on a title wave cocaine whip yeah straight out the microwave man in the
trunk sound like the man knocking, 5 pass rocking with stacks in my pockets

[Verse 4: B.G.]
I got money in my pocket and mind on mo to hear myself think I like my beat down low, cigarello full of dro and the Chevy 2 toned it's sitting on
chrome that's how I get my roll on' gotta dip through the hood you know Gizzle keep it real I see some hot girls so I'm a turn it up a little let them bounce
to the music' ba bounce to the beat the top down hop in and ride with a G

[Hook: 2x]
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me riding 24's with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black

[Verse 5: T.I.]
Even though I like my beat down low and my top let back, chrome feet down low and my impala wet black ditch-e-dash hit the gas tell them niggas check
that, make them bitches sit back wofers give 'em wetcast, coming down in a Chevy motor sound like it very tight, it is you can tell I hear the tire yelling
er'lane and the way they ain't kicking I bet you could still hear it lord forbid I cut it up I bet I get left feel here, Okay my money real big,
choppers is still here, they catch me with it fuck it I'm doing my little bit and my drop top riding with my glock cock riding I'm looking for them niggas'
where they at stop hiding hey!!!

[Ontro: T.I.]
now that's a motherfucking remix nigga...

 

[fox69]

"Touchdown"
(feat. Eminem)

"Touchdown"
(feat. Eminem)



[E] When we touch down

[Chorus: E = Eminem; T = T.I.]
[T] In the midwest we okay
E'rybody know them southern boys love that bass
[E] Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, 'weesiana
Mississippi, Ten-a-keys, every mufuckin state, when we touch down
[T] Go right from the plane to the rave
[E] When we touch down
[T] On a private plane getting brains, till we
[E] Touch down, there ain't no way to keep em quiet
With T.I. and Shady baby, we bout to incite a riot
When we touch down

[1st verse: T.I.]
When we get in town, you know how we getting down
Pull up clean, then hop on out, snatch all the freaks then walk on out
I'm living what they talking bout, shining if it dark or not
That one hundred E-X-double R, you'll find that in the parking lot
You barking up the wrong tree, I do this shit for zone three
Four, five and six as well as one, Atlanta I'm forever son
Still be on whatever coast, ridin' blowing heavy smoke
Ay Em you better tell them folk what hell it take to let em go
They know I put that green light on them haters
Keep on trying me I put that beam right on ya tater (pow)
Now you don't wanna see T.I.P. outrageous
Try to keep him in a cage but somehow he keep escaping
That's why I be on vacation, Virgin Island I be taking
Private planes out to Spain, I keep on flying I ain't faking
The money ain't a thang, think I'm lying, you're mistaken
You can find long lines of all kinds of bitches waiting when we touch down

[Chorus]

[2nd verse: Eminem]
Welcome to the Midwest, yes
Where them Detroit playas ball like you have no idea
The more is here, got the whole place looking like it's candy painted
Ain't it like we left the kids at home and just let em loose with the crayons
Fuck, I just hit a jogger, people looking like Frogger
They hopping out of the way whenever they see Marshall's car coming
The kids painted my windows with black permanent marker
And let the rest of the car carpet color like swirl pops
And I got the bass thumping but I'm bound to bump into something
Kids are flying through the air looking like they krumping
The way they tumbling, I gotta do something
But as soon as I hit the car wash to get the tar off
They just right back at it tommorrow
They're like, "Dad this is in, so you're with the trends"
"This is for the pimps, listening to mims, nail polish on the rims"
And now it's custom chrome, but I gotta go do a show
So go on with ya bad self, just have it back to normal when I touch down

[Chorus]

[3rd verse: T.I.]
From my arrival, un-til my departure
Gurantee I put this d-i-c-k in somebody's daughter
Ay, I still have my way with the ladies way cross the water
Flew to Paris from Haiti, did some shit that I thought of
It's erotic that the shit that we popping makes us psychotic
Threat the corpse for America, then why they running from me?
How could they be so ignorant? Look what hip-hop done brung us
It's allowed us to run a business, legitimated our moneys
Got us out of the ghettos and relocated our mommies
I made it all the way here ain't no way you taking it from me
So excuse me Oprah honey, I'm sorry, really I promise
But niggas, bitches and hoes do exist, I'm just being honest
For that am I being punished? Why is you so astonished?
Now I ain't got a degree, just intelligence in abundance
So you ain't gotta like me, I know billions of folks who love me
You can tell how they yelling and screaming and waiting for me when I touch down

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Trap Back Jumpin'"

"Trap Back Jumpin'"


[Hook]
Its time to get the trap back jumpin
Get shit back poppin hoe
Show these sucka niggaz how it go
Ill show you how to move a lotta blow
Niggaz say they loud but they lied
So its time to get the trap back jumpin
Get shit back poppin bitch
Ay who dare say I'm not the shit
Ay really who you know as hot as this
Seriously, ill show you how to do this shit

[Verse 1]
Its time to get the bricks outta that bag
Put that scale back on that desk
Set that vision wear on that stove
Next to that baking soda and pyrex
Drop that water off in that pot
Let it boil up and get hot
Then whip it good with your wrist like this
Thats how you triple every brick you get
Made paper off of that yayo
Ask jay's about me bet they know
Your bitch will fuck when I say so
Plus I got head bustaz on my payroll
This bankhead homeboy we dont play
Violate me and this'll be yo day
Catcha nigga coming out a DOA
Hit em with the chopper leave him DOA
You can play with niggaz not me ok?
Them otha niggaz suckaz I'm a G ok?
T.I.K.I.N.G ok?
Just respect that shit and you'll be ok
Lets get this straight once and for all
Ill run this shit by none of ya'll
Ain't not one of ya'll niggaz bigga than me
Can't none of ya'll take this city from me
Take years off and I'm still tight
I half-ass and they still like it
Kick trap shit when I feel like it
Dope boys know what I live like
De Niro off kilos
Big bank rolls on cee-lo's
Off oz's make zeros
Here we go

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Its time to put that work back in that stash spot
Put that rental car on that slab
Hit the highway for about five days
Then come back and git cash
Got half, quarters, and whole thangs
Chevrolets and them gold thangs
Got rolex, got benz's
And its all offa dat cocaine
Its a cold game but its cool tho
Work get gone and I move blow
Wont sit on it, its too low
You got 21, well here you go
I got big whips so sick ya'll
And big suites by 6 broads
Your shit hot, oh yeah bruh
That shit drops, wont sell much
Platinum all on my wall dawg
Crib big, yeah like a mall dawg
I'm doin numbers like call logs
Little small money I call ya out
My house worth your whole life
Yo condo's my old ice
You niggas barely in first class
I charter G4 flights
Can't tell me shit homie
Down here I'm good as it get homie
Ain't nobody got shit on me
Imma lil nigga but I'm a big homie
I'm big homie, do big shit
No world cup, I kick shit
Rap farm, but don't forget
That I'm back trappin
Got more bricks

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Its time to get them pre-pays at the metro
Get activated, talk in code
Over here we got big blow
Next dope pounds of that petrol
We get dough off anything
Got activist if you sip n lean
Prescription pills and molly
Even got heroin if you bout it
Shawty my shop open up all night
Got blocks stacked up all white
Don't like me?
Thats alright
Come fight me?
Nigga, yeah right
A nigga get wrong and get did right
With your ass hoe
Get embarrassed hoe
All about my cash flows
Yo new bitch was my last hoe
I got 6 sluts in my maybach
Six pack under my tank top
I got a snub nose that got 6 shots
Nigga try me, I think not
My temper bad I might blink out
Buss a nigga before I can even think about
What I got to lose
If he busts a move
Well I got to do what I got to do
Trap rollin, bumpin
Always sellin somethin
We got it if you want it
Its whatever for the money on my grind
They in line for the product from a dime up
They know where to find us
Do you know what its time for?

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Trap Muzik"
(feat. Mac Boney)

"Trap Muzik"
(feat. Mac Boney)



This a trap
This aint no album
This aint no game
This a trap (trap muzik)
[Repeat 8x]

[1st Verse]
Welcome back to the trap
Niggas back in the trap
Wit another heavy chevy
Big dope boys and trap
All you rap niggas role out
I trap when it's cold out
Whack niggas flyin
But I stay down to I'm sold out
Cause down a hundred ground
Like a rapping in a dope house
Man wherever I be
The feds got me scoped out
Mother fucker let my nuts hang
Block out the duc canes
Cook it to it bubbles
Doulble fast as a mustang
I know you think you fuck man
But little showty tuff man
Been a long time
Since a nigg from Alanta
Spit this nuts game
Thats a very few of real niggas
So how could they give nigga
The feelin that a real nigga
Would get around a real nigga
All they do is still niggas ideas
And rhythm wit em
Holla sumthin similar
Talking bout the hood
Like they hung in em
I got a million rhythms
Want em come get em
What bitch you pussy nigga
I'm just havin fun wit em
[chorus repeat 8x]

[verse 2]
Still telling niggas
I aint wholing I aint crolling
When the 12 hit the corner
I aint brolling I aint rolling
Keep the coat stretch out
Like Carl Louis Hamstring
Stepped on like I'm working
With the damn thing
Drible baby aint seen
What I do to a ounce of doe
A whip man on my pager
Like I pay you folks
To whip somemoore
I'm doper than the fluid cellur
I flip it all up by myself
I give my niggas recipes
So they can turn to sumthin else
They love to work
Thats why I keep em comin
Like conlasions plate
We flip the cake
We move this shit from Georgia
Baby state to state
Attemadate
Niggas in the city
Who've been moving weight
Nobody loosing weight
They fuck with us
Cause you've been known to hate
Demonstrate
The way we turned the trout
Out in '98
Sarted out in '95
Started out with nicks and dimes
Niggas you done lost your mind
Thinking you could set up shop
Pimpin I respect the game
Lets take this to another block
[chorus repeat 8x]
[outro talk]

[outro verse]
Pimp squad
Showty still in the trap
When I spot a scene hot
With the man name Jon
And the collad green pot
On alot of straight hen
And alot of green pot
Compation in a range
Like he gotta be stop
Well maybe I will be
But probably not
Oh what the blood cloak
You try to knock em out and he sock
Listen to me I'm serious
Thinkin how did he not
End up way up
On the top of Detroit
If come where I was
You gotta be pop
And if you really want to pop
And I rather be dropped
Listen pops
Want to know a little more
About rap
Firts rule this is real
It aint just a record deal
Its a trap
[music continues]
[music fades]

 

[fox69]

"Turn It"

"Turn It"


[Hook:]
I'mma turn it it for the dopeboys ridin' in the trap
50 pounds and that fire in their lap
I’mma turn it for the bad hoes, aye holla when you see me
You know I got this raw when you need it
I'mma turn it for the pay roll, I need it in my pocket
Boy, what you need then I can get it if I ain’t got it
I'mma turn it for these suckers, man
I know you wouldn't be shit without me
I can keep you bitches dreamin' 'bout me
I’mma turn it for the…

Hustle Gang, nigga, that's mandatory
Still be trappin' out the 'bando
King pull strings like a Banjo
Get a nigga killed for a band, yo
Pay anything to be done in the streets, I done it
Swear to God from the West to the East side I run it
You better watch how you talkin’ to me now, Sonny
I’m a Bankhead nigga, but the East ride for me
You violate when you see me, get a demonstration in 3-D
My motivation hit different states
And that ten piece is like hot wings, nigga
Keep it real, you not me, nigga
If it wasn't for jail would have shot E, nigga
If they disrespectin’ on top we kill ‘em
I'mma watch that, duck like like dark wing nigga
Still on top when you see me
With my burner tucked in my monster truck
The money you get like grown up
And nigga, you ain't even thinkin' rich, I'm enough
With a matchin' chain, my formula
Get cocaine and buy everything, like “Yeah”

[Hook]

Never will I be the one
Who ever go broke or don’t carry a gun
Play me for no joke, nigga, I’m not the one
Fuck that shit that you done, we riding ‘til dawn
Run up to him and do him, make sure that he done
New AK with a scope in case he may run
I bet he not far, on top of my car
If I got my tripod I won’t have to try hard to kill him
You [?] better pay me or you out through dealin'
Them niggas whippin' with you and the broad you drillin'
When it come to bankroll we the [?] nigga
Okay, I got something for you, nigga
I’mma cap me a case, I’m so ratchet
Get the fuck out my face, ride four ratchets
Got bad bitches in mad cities
We hit the stage and throw 40 at it
I stay on gold, nigga, know me
I green light a whole nigga slit lowkey
My attitude does scare with some goatee
I do a drive-by listening to Doe B
My [?] bro, no remote
I’m up there, stuck there, I rolled it for him
From the coast of [?]
Better know that

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"U Don't Know Me"

"U Don't Know Me"


I'm gonna tell you all sucker niggas something
Who wants to follow me?
Look here dawg

[Chorus:]
You might see me in the street
But nigga you don't know me
When you holla on the speak
Remember you don't know me
Save all the hating and the popping
nigga you don't know me
Quit telling niggas you're my partner
Nigga you don't know me
Don't be a groupie, keep it moving
Nigga you don't know me
Hey I ain't tripping but the truth is
Really you don't know me
If you gotta call me T.I.
Then you don't know me
You be hating and I see why
'cause you don't know me

I think it's time I made a song for niggas who don't know me
I graduated out the streets, I'm a real OG
I've been trapping shooting pistols since I stood four feet
So while you nigga's acting bad, you're gonna have to show me
You're gonna make me bring a Chevy to a real slow creep
My nigga's hanging out the window, mouth full of gold teeth
When the gun's start popping, wonder when it's gonna cease
Cap'll hit you on the side and create a slow leak
We've been in the speculation 'cause today we're gonna see
What's the future of a pussy nigga hating on me
I give a fuck about the feds investigation on me
I don't care they're at my shows and they're waiting on me
I'm gonna keep a flossy popping long as to is on the beat
Tell police that I ain't stopping I'mma keep it in the streets
Contrary to your believes, I'm as real as you can be
Fuck your thoughts and your feelings, nigga you don't know me.

[Chorus]

Hey once again let me remind you nigga you don't know me
So don't be walking up and asking "what's the deal on a Ki."
I don't know if you're wearing wires, you could be the police
If I was slanging blow you couldn't get an OZ
See me at the PSC follow through and the show deep
Police holding up the door, 'cause they know we toat heat
I just wanna wrap a C, blow a dro in a flee
Only playing 'bout a dozen different bitches in a week
I just wanna chill with country and his daddy Freddy G
Balling out everytime, every stone is but a G
Wanna ball in the Bahamas courtesy of KT
Fact I only gotta Mill. as well as a dollar DP
Ak house on the hill right next to JG
Every week be there for lunch, busta blunt and eat free
Get in day paid Lil Craig dead meat
That's the only shot we got at getting cap back on the streets

[Chorus]

You see a nigga hating on a G
Ask 'em what's it gonna be
What are you looking at pussy nigga you don't know me?
At the club, in the streets
Or whereever we should meet
It's chopper chopping pistols popping nigga you don't know me [2x]

[Chorus]

Grand Hustlin' Pimp
Urban Legends Coming Soon
The wait is over hommie
PSC Pimping

You don't know me dawg...

 

[fox69]

"Undertaker"

"Undertaker"


I'm a pimp tight, nigga riding clean after midnight,
Ready for the gun play, prepared for a fistfight,
Run up on your bitch and ask her what that pussy hit like?
At first she actin' funny, but in a minute I knew she'd get right,
Get down, got her fuckin' with another bitch now,
I'm king of all that I survey, remember this tip town,
And you ain't ready pussy nigga better set it down,
We mag night and rock steady nigga spitting rounds,
Turn your stomach to spaghetti when you hit the ground,
Toss the choppas in the Chevy now we mashing down,
Campbellton, countin' all your Benjamins and Hamiltons,
As far as I'm concerned you're just a job for the janitors,
Don't disregard I'm a guard you're an amateur,
Hidin' behind your body guards and your manager,
I pimp hard through all the pages in the calender,
Bitch is Pimp Squad, it's all action no cameras,

[Chorus]
You know what it is, you know what it is,
You know what it is, you know what is is,
Shawty we bury niggas, shawty we bury niggas,
Shawty we bury niggas, shawty we bury niggas, ... the undertaker
You know what it is, you know what it is,
You know what it is, you know what is is,
Shawty we bury niggas, shawty we bury niggas,
Shawty we bury niggas, shawty we bury niggas, ... the undertaker

Yo, standing on the trap with me, mashin' me is best for me
1000 round magazine, my partner say no attackin' me
I'm A to the average B, respiratory ??, fruit Chevy, H-IC, my lyrics hit like HIV
Spray by me, state patrol, murder comes like day to me,
Bullets chip your lip and dirty all your hip's
Shout out to your homies where they're feeding um through they IV,
From the westside where they say I be,
The way I be, the ruler of all I survey I be,
Laid back, Yay's back, Triple Kiwi Maybach,
Weed match the Benz, Cush triple kiwi'd 80 pack,
Old school baby crack, I'm tryin' to bring the 80's back,
Haitians give me hated crack, cause my momma hated crack,
Til' we got evicted and I came through with them eighty sacks,
Player back, we rhyme we I live, I'm a zone 3 hustler niggas know what it is,

[Chorus]

May we all bow our heads, and pray for this nigga,
The undertakers coming any day for this nigga,
They hate um' in the hood, from the dreams he been sellin',
I read the paperwork and it seems you was tellin',
You know what it is, and you know who I'm talkin' about,
When the feds came, I didn't open up my mouth,
What you scared for ?, niggas know you've been a hoe,
It was like homie, shit was all good just a week ago,
Get the goons ready start up your vehicle,
And shoot at any fuckin' car you ain't seen before,
Pick up the shells, and we use an automatic,
They gave 50 years to my nigga little' Travis,
See I'm moving trap, and let um trip over the wires,
And then he'll be layin', right by the preacher and the choir,
Catch um before I do, T.I. go and handle your biz,
When you see me holler at me homie you know what it is ...

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Warzone"

"Warzone"


Can't you see we livin' in a war zone?
Guess you don't notice when you livin' in it
Like every weekend it's a man down
Ain't got no pity for the innocent so I'm a represent it
Dedicated, tell 'em, "Hands up, can't breathe
Hands up, can't breathe
Hands up, can't breathe"
Hands up, can't you see we livin' in a war zone?

They left his body swangin' down in Piedmont
At a Klan rally the day before, but that ain't mean nothing
What they say "a suicide", I say it's genocide
Hey what you got a gun for? Boy you ain't finna ride
They run up on you like Baton Rouge, bet you finna hide
That's the difference 'tween us, I'll die to save a million lives
Appointed leader when nobody couldn't think of shit
I'll be a martyr if my great grandaughter benefit
They pull you over, ask you where your license at
Be careful reachin' for it, you know you can die for that
And this ain't nothin' new, just got cameras so you can see the shit
Got Dr. King and Abe Lincoln askin' where the freedom at
This ain't no equality
Man you ain't have no justice on your mind when you shot at me
But fuck it, this the way it gotta be
Hey listen, you won't shoot at them then shoot at me?
Boy you are not a G
Imagine Trayvon askin' why you followed me
Feel threatened, hit him and whip him, that's when he shot him down
Do that to a grown fuckin' man, drop where you stand
Tell my grandma go on with all that prayin'
If it's a God and he in the sky, he looking down, he understand
I'm just a man, and I'm wrong for revenge
But I don't get 'em it's like tellin' him to gon' kill again
Keep fucking around, it's going to be on in a minute

Boy we livin' in a war zone
Guess you don't notice when you livin' in it
Like every weekend it's a man down
Ain't got no pity for the innocent so I'm a represent it
Dedicated, tell 'em, "Hands up, can't breathe
Hands up, can't breathe
Hands up, can't breathe"
Hands up, can't you see we livin' in a war zone?

This goes to the white boy that ran in the old church
I hope you get slow murked, and they torture you slow first
Ran in our place of worship to slaughter our grandma
Won't go kamikaze for that, well what would you die for?
Hold up... I'll wait, I'll wait
Heard it from buddy who took for the fall for Watergate
The war on drugs was just a war on us
Give us all these guns, give us all this dust
Change all them laws, lock all of us up
Went from Freeway Ricky, on to BMF (free Meech)
Then hip hop came, that's when we got rich
Cause white kids gravitated to it like all us did
And that's when they got slick
Invented the technology to take our shit
Diluted all of the artistry
Pardon me, somebody tell me what happened to Alton
Sterling, killed Philando right in front of the girl
And the world saw
Everybody's reaction was, "Hell naw"
This modern day slavery, the prison publicly traded
And the jig's up
The Constitution and Emancipation Proclamation's just a fuckin' piece of paper

Can't you see we livin' in a war zone?
Guess you don't notice when you livin' in it
Like every weekend it's a man down
Ain't got no pity for the innocent so I'm a represent it
Dedicated, tell 'em, "Hands up, can't breathe
Hands up, can't breathe
Hands up, can't breathe"
Hands up, can't you see we livin' in a war zone?