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"Ya Hear Me"

"Ya Hear Me"


xh[Intro:]
Yeah
Ay
Ay
That's right

[Verse 1:]
Hopping out a drop appla'
Pants hanging to my ankles
Feel 'em hate from every angle
They intimidating ain't I
I'm a beast,
They don't like to see me walking outta prison
I ain't trippen I don't owe 'em nothing but a Ass Whipping
What you looking at
Girl, you better cut the television on
Don't want us on your ass, best to get the getting on...
Homes,
I way known your if you want it
I ain't gotta go for bad, I just go for my opponent
I ain't looking for no trouble I ain't ducking none neither
Say a nigga jumping ship, I say so fuck 'em I don't need 'em
Still greet 'em with the same smile like I used to
Get wild if you choose to I ain't finna shoot shoot
End up, head buss, bleedy no loose tooth
Whoop a nigga ass by his self or with a group too
Who? Fight back, hoe, it's like that
Where my knife at? Shawty I be right back.

[Hook:]
Fresh out the box I'm a mash out
(your hear me?)
This year a hunned mill I'm a cash out
(your hear me?)
Today a 100k ain't none brag about
(your hear me?)
The king pull it right,
Big bank take little bank
Fresh out the box I'm a mash out
(your hear me?)
This year a hunned mill I'm a cash out
(your hear me?)
Today a 100k ain't none brag about
(your hear me?)
Rolling through your hood,
Can your hear me now? Good.

[Verse 2:]
We gonna do it big like we did before
Fresh off of Kay,
ASAP, Motivation Hoe
Guess that's all it take
I got they ass with my poker face
Wait, till they get a load of me like the joker say (hahahaha)
A lot of time that bullshit we'll past but ain't today
Gonna be a (cold red, man down) like Frankie say ay
At the layer where the players meet
All squares kick rocks with you're bare feet bitches cherish me
King back, nigga raise up...
It's safe to say them suckers wanna see me caged up
That chapter's over pass the mic, and set the stage up
Throw your A up, tell my p.o I don't blaze up, pee wee fire the haze up
They prise us, 'cause old heads recognize the G in him
Black card no limit like p and them
Ain't nobody seeing him, who fucking with shawty them.
We pull up, bitches yell out OMG just like my daughter them.

[Hook:]
Fresh out the box I'm a mash out
(your hear me?)
This year a hunned mill I'm a cash out
(your hear me?)
Today a 100k ain't none brag about
(your hear me?)
The king pull it right,
Big bank take little bank
Fresh out the box I'm a mash out
(your hear me?)
This year a hunned mill I'm a cash out
(your hear me?)
Today a 100k ain't none brag about
(your hear me?)
Rolling through your hood,
Can your hear me now? Good...

[Verse 3:]
I'm in a jet black camera, with me eyes on a spare
They say I can't have no pistol so I bought a bow and arrow
Just wait, niggas saying it ain't the same and I get back
See ain't a damn thing change but my 6-pac
You want reck, you can get that
But all the disrespecting shawty I ain't with that
Parta I ain't finna chit chat,
Coming from when a nigga had to break 'em off a piece
Like a Kit Kat
Tell them kats bless me to impress me
Best leave or get wet like a jet ski
Overseas where you catch me
When they holla king nigga they don't mean Elvis Presley
Hard lumped up
Chest like a dump truck
Keep the sword on me, shawty this ain't what you want brah
I ain't gotta buss your, if you close enough you getting stuck
Leave a nigga dripping like a sippie cup (pick 'em up)

[Hook:]
Fresh out the box I'm a mash out
(your hear me?)
This year a hunned mill I'm a cash out
(your hear me?)
Today a 100k ain't none brag about
(your hear me?)
The king pull it right,
Big bank take little bank
Fresh out the box I'm a mash out
(your hear me?)
This year a hunned mill I'm a cash out
(your hear me?)
Today a 100k ain't none brag about
(your hear me?)
Rolling through your hood,
Can your hear me now? Good...

Hopping out a drop appla'
Pants hanging to my ankles
Feel em hate from every angle
They intimidating ain't I
I'm a beast,
They don't like to see me walking outta prison
I ain't trippen I don't owe em nothing but a Ass Whippin
What you looking at [?] Brah you better cut the television on
Don't want us on yo ass, best to get the gettin on...
Homes,
I way known ya if you want it
I ain't gotta go fo bad, I jus go for my opponent
I ain't looking for no trouble I ain't ducking none niether
Say a nigga jumping ship, I say so fuck em I don't need em
Still greet em with the same smile like I used to
Get wild if you choose to I ain't finna shoot shoot
End up, head buss, bleedy no loose tooth
Whoop a nigga ass by his self or with a group too
Who? Fight back oh it like that [?]
Where my knife at, shawty I be right back.

[Hook:]
Fresh out the box I'm a mash out
(Ya hear me?)
This year a hunned mill I'm a cash out
(Ya hear me?)
Today a 100k ain't none brag about
(Ya hear me?)
The king pull it right,
Big bank take lil bank
Fresh out the box I'm a mash out
(Ya hear me?)
This year a hunned mill I'm a cash out
(Ya hear me?)
Today a 100k ain't none brag about
(Ya hear me?)
Rolling thru yo hood,
Can ya hear me now [?] goooddd...

[Verse 2:]
We gon do it big like we did befo
Fresh off of Kay,
ASAP, Motivation Hoe
Guess that's all it take
I got they ass with my poker face
Wait, till they get a load of me like the joker say (hahahaha)
Alot of time that bullshit we'll past but ain't today
Gon be a (cold red, man down) like frankie say ay
At the layer where the players meet
All sqaures kick rocks with you're bare feet bitches cherish me
King back, nigga raise up...
It's safe to say them suckas wanna see me caged up
That chapter's over pass the mic, n set the stage up
Throw Yo A up, tell my p.o I don't blaze up, pee wee fire the haze up
They prise us, cause old heads recognize the G in him
Black card no limit like p and them
Ain't nobody seeing him, who fuckin with shawty them.
We pull up, bitches yell out OMG just like my daughter them.

[Hook:]
Fresh out the box I'm a mash out
(Ya hear me?)
This year a hunned mill I'm a cash out
(Ya hear me?)
Today a 100k ain't none brag about
(Ya hear me?)
The king pull it right,
Big bank take lil bank
Fresh out the box I'm a mash out
(Ya hear me?)
This year a hunned mill I'm a cash out
(Ya hear me?)
Today a 100k ain't none brag about
(Ya hear me?)
Rolling thru yo hood,
Can ya hear me now [?] goooddd...

[Verse 3:]
I'm in a jet black camera, with me eyes on a spare
They say I can't have no pistol so I bought a bow and arrow
Just wait, niggas saying it ain't the same and I get back
See ain't a damn thing change but my 6-pac
You want reck, you can get that
But all the disrespecting shawty I ain't with that
Parta I ain't finna chit chat,
Coming from when a nigga had to break em off a piece
Like a kit kat
Tell them kats bless me to impress me
Best leave or get wet like a jet ski
Overseas where you catch me
When they holla king nigga they don't mean elvis presly
Hard lumped up
Chest like a dump truck
Keep the sword on me, shawty this ain't what you want brah
I ain't gotta buss ya, if you close enough u getting stuck
Leave a nigga dripping like a sippie cup (pick em up)

[Hook:]
Fresh out the box I'm a mash out
(Ya hear me?)
This year a hunned mill I'm a cash out
(Ya hear me?)
Today a 100k ain't none brag about
(Ya hear me?)
The king pull it right,
Big bank take lil bank
Fresh out the box I'm a mash out
(Ya hear me?)
This year a hunned mill I'm a cash out
(Ya hear me?)
Today a 100k ain't none brag about
(Ya hear me?)
Rolling thru yo hood,
Can ya hear me now [?] goooddd...
 
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"Yeah"
(feat. Lil Wayne)

"Yeah"
(feat. Lil Wayne)



[Chorus: T.I.]
All the whips on 4's
And my wrist so froze
Ain't no problem with these hoes
They don't never say no

All they sayin'
YEAH
I keep 'em sayin'
YEAH
Hey they be sayin'
YEAH
We got 'em sayin'
YEAH

And all my clicks so cold
And my pockets so swole
And we bet a hundred more
I don't never say no

All I say is
YEAH
Say bet I'm sayin'
YEAH
Say what I'm sayin'
YEAH
You know I'm sayin'
YEAH

[Verse 1: T.I.]
I'm ridin' through the city blowin' purple on a saturday
See the APTP when you got to put the gat away
See them nigga comin' let it blow like Donald Hathaway
In the SLR's all the doors open that way
Supermodel, movie star, the stripper, brawds after me
Nigga try to battle me but all they do is rattle me
I ask them man what happenin' I'm laughin while they chattering
I'm bustin' they be scattering you know you lookin' at a king
Super clean in a new drop stuntin'
Nigga talk shit but it ain't bout nothin'
You'll get your ass kicked if your mouth keep runnin'
Keep talk slick bout the sound we comin'
Say what u want but this is how we run it
Niggas still tryna ball out we done it
My wrist so bright and my neck so shiny
When I tell her lets go she don't back up from me

[Chorus: T.I.]

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, I'm me like a motherfucker
Flyer than a vampire lookin' for a blood sucker
I keep these hoes on E like a four runner
Man I could throw a 100 g's till my stone runner
Get a couple of philly's and some waters for these hoes stomach
I keep 'em rollin like no brakes up in that four runner
I don't stop I'm on the clock like the smallest hands
They look for me I move the bass up out that marching band
That ain't a coffee can, nigga that 400 grands
I keep the block jumpin', just call me bunny man
T make a blunt look like a arm without a fuckin' hand
T break a pound straight down like a bucket man
You could get it harder or get it lighter than a summer tan
The section leader over the stove like a drummer man
B-R-R-At-At-Tat, whip it up just like that
But if a nigga fuck with me wrong then its B-R-R-At-At-At-Tat

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I like my whip so old
And my top better fold
And I party with these hoes
They don't never say no

All I say is
YEAH
I keep 'em sayin'
YEAH
You know they sayin'
YEAH
Ya dig

You know my click so bold
All of 'em don't slow
Niggas shot never broke
They don't never say no

You need that work
YEAH
We got that work
YEAH
You need that work
YEAH
We got that work
Ya dig

[Verse 3: T.I. & Lil Wayne]
I'm in a drop 6,4 low low
When a hoe get hit no slow mo
5 mil on the tour no promo
I'm at the pussy niggas house no homo
(No homo, they slut like Tony Romo
So fuck them and fuck you too now go tell that to bono)
They hoes know she loves when I shoot my two
22's on the coupe I cruise
Sucka niggas tryna my mood
They do what they can I do what I choose
(I get these hoes the blues
Just call me BB King
If they can't feel the monster
How can they see the King)

[Chorus: T.I.]
 
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"Yeah Ya Know (Takers)"

"Yeah Ya Know (Takers)"


[T.I talking]
Damn, has it been that long? (haha)
Say what happens since I been gone
They got the game all wrong, it's too pretty in here
Let's say we take it back to the trap one time

[Chorus]
I went from rolling wit' dem rocks on the block
To controlling my position at the top
Of every chart I will not, stop
(We ride, and we roll, man you stop) Yeah we go, yeah we go
(hey, hey, hey)
(yea you know, yea you know, yea you know, yea you know,
Yea you know, yea you know)
Girl we ride, man we roll, and you stop,
And we go, and we go (go)

[Verse 1]
In the middle of a fight, I'm so cool
Everybody wonder how I go through
All of this half of which would have broke you
Came out smelling like a rose even more true
Worldwide, bi-coastal, global, nigga's I respect
Cause they more more closer
Cause I get it don't mean they do too
Cause I ain't got a damn minute ain't no 'tude
You know we never not goin all in
Kickin doors over just to let my dogs in
So many rides never catch a nigga walkin'
In a G-5 tryna put a bunch of broads in
Then we landin' laughin'. chicks with fantastic asses
Extravagent habitats, if you never seen tragic happen (hey)

Make magic happen with cash I'm actually catchin magic
In the market for lavish mansions 'n NBA expansions
I was passin out Phantoms in 04 so no, dough aint shit to me
Way past respect you see, but I neva as big as a nigga felt a beat ya see

[Chorus]
I went from rolling wit' dem rocks on the block
To controlling my position at the top
Of every chart I will not, stop
(We ride, and we roll, man you stop) Yeah we go, yeah we go
(hey, hey, hey)
(yea you know, yea you know, yea you know, yea you know,
Yea you know, yea you know)
Girl we ride, man we roll, and you stop,
And we go, and we go (go)

[Verse 2]
So fly why would I wanna land for
Everything you could ask for and more
Your choice, you could even be a fan or
Hate to see a nigga get a hundred grand more
Bein' a motherfuckin' man, won't stand for
The rap wars, always goin' back and forth
Livin' in a blood killing like cancer
But when it rains, then it pours give a damn sure
In France, bonjour, merci, oui
The same people on tour, on TV
They signed him shoulda kept your reciept
Get a refund cause you sure can't see me
Who keeps CD's on repeat, stuck in MP3's for 3 weeks
At the gates on the day I was released
The only time you will ever see me free

Big money J, much as you can get for it?
Atlantic records say just make another hit for me
I tell 'em cut a hundred million dollar check for me
Like it or not, don't lose no respect for me
Never mind what I did, cause the best commin'
I'm the king in a game like chess to me
So put the cash in tha bag,
Give the rest to the attendant puttin' gas in the jet for a homie friend

[Chorus]
I went from rolling wit' dem rocks on the block
To controlling my position at the top
Of every chart I will not, stop
(We ride, and we roll, man you stop) Yeah we go, yeah we go
(hey, hey, hey)
(yea you know, yea you know, yea you know, yea you know,
Yea you know, yea you know)
Girl we ride, man we roll, and you stop,
And we go, and we go (go)

I got a new swag and it's a new day
Here we go again too, what it do 'J?
if you recall, i was the one who used to move yay
Now I gotta new Audemar with a blue face
Hoppin' up in G4 jet no suitcase, whole new wardrobe in a new place
Change clothes if a stain on my shoelace
T.I. roll like sushi, touché

If the king ain't back, who the hell am I?
Bringin' homocide to the gang, no alibi
Can't tell a lie to the judge, I'm guilty
Your Honor do you mind the guy tried to kill me
I could still be, in a trap now
AK 'round, little yay 'round
100k downstairs by the trey pound.
But if they wonderin who runnin the A now?

[Chorus]
(Yea you know, yea you know, yea you know, yea you know,
Yea you know, yea you know)
Girl we ride, man we roll, and you stop,
And we go, and we go (go)

Yeah you know that we ride
In control we don't stop
We gon blow where we drop
Let you know we on top
Girl we ride, man we roll, then you stop
And we go, and we go
Say we roll and we ride
In control we don't stop
We gon' blow where we drop
Let you know we on top
Girl we ride, man we roll, then you stop
And we go, and we go
 
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"You Ain't Fly"

"You Ain't Fly"


[Message to the Gangsta's:]
Ay man, it a lot of cats out here man,
these cats imposters man, these cats impersonating ballers man, I'm telling you man,
these nigga really broke out here on the low,
You do not have to lie to kick it man, I swear man. Hey...

[CHORUS: T.I.]
...Ya lyin' bout that dough you say you got,
You aint fly
Wit them cloudy ass rocks in ya watch,
You aint fly
See, you imitatin' cats who really hot but,
You aint fly
Man, you niggas need to stop you know you barely getting by
You aint fly

Ya lyin' bout that dough you say you getting'
You aint fly
In you monkey suits, swearin that you pimpin'
You aint fly
Seriously pimpin', stop your bullshitin'
You aint fly
Out here flexin' for them bitches when you barely getting by

[VERSE 1: T.I.]
I hate to see a nigga on some dummy shit,
Talking big money shit,
Livin' wit his mom, swear God that he runnin' shit,
Hey listen, I aint the one you wanna talk money wit,
Cause I run through and look at you like, “Where the money at?”
You ought be ashamed of you chain, I'm makin' fun of that,
Charm flickin' from time to time tryin to shine,
My shit up under my shirt and you admirin' mine,
Whoever told you that bullshit, will fly you a line,
I got a watch wit no diamonds,
Cost twice as much as that bullshit you wear when you call yourself shining,
And your ring, “Boy stop it”,
You need to take that neck bullshit chain and put them both in your pocket.

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 2: T.I.]
Ha, these niggas tickle me,
“Why the gotta kick it like they rich, to me?”
I been doin' this since I was six, so this aint shit to me,
Man, I been fly since junior high and elementary,
My uncles raised a G,
But my daddy made a pimp of me,
I never been a wannabe,
I'm everything you wannabe,
As long as bitches lookin,
I'mma give 'em what they wanna see,
Your outfit cost less than my underclothes,
Ya ride aint shit man, I put my bitch in one of those,
My rides ridiculous, five and sixes,
Had the Rolls Royce, til I decided to switch it,
Now I'm in the Maybach,
Notice mines extended,
Feet kicked up, curtains closed, mind your business nigga.

[CHORUS x2]
 
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"You Ain't Hard"

"You Ain't Hard"


I done been locked up wit the worsest of niggas
Armed robbin con men and murderous niggas
The dope boys be the first to deliver
Green, brown, or blow, got mo snow than Buffalo in the winter
Think these lyrics is comin from a pretender
If I said it I done seen it or done it
So I mean it when I say you don't want it
Done came a long way from jumpin the hunnids (hundreds)
To baggin them quarters, doin shows from L.A. to Flawda (Florida)
In Atlanta, I'm the law and the order, the king of it
Got a throne and a brougham and a (?) that's chrome
Callin houses on the water my home, wit no mortgage or loan
If I live in it I bought it and own it
If I'm wit a bitch I caught her and boned it
No question, no less than a week and she's in confession
And I bought no necklace unless I'm investin
No exceptions, I'll open ya closed session

[Hook X2]
You ain't hard til you cookin like this
You ain't mob til you fucked wit the click
Or you flippin them bricks
We make music for the broke and the rich
For the hoop and the 6
For the hustlas went from nothin to (?)

We hustle from 6 to 6 to 6 again
Sell fat nicks for 10 til the bricks get in
Venturin from ATL to Michigan
The talk of yo town, y'aint even worth mentionin
Peppermint try'na get another shipment in
And Sam Goody just hit us on the hip again
Got hot shit under our fits that'll pierce ya skin
And the click I'm in some made men, know dat
Got a deal now, but I was the shit befo dat
Totin steel now, but hold my own wit no gat
T.I.P. the answer to the question "Where them hoes at?"
The heat is catchin up to niggas runnin 4 flat
At the club gettin crunker than crackers on Prozac
Say you got some dubs on the Lac? Well shawty where the vogues at?
T.I.P. ain't the shit? come on shawty, don't act
I'm the hottest thing ever flowed over 24 tracks

[Hook X2]

Some niggas wonder how I made it, I do what it takes
At school I was cool wit the nigga who threw a 22 in ya face
Took ya starter coat and choked ya til you blue in the face
Or you might know me as the nigga who fucked ya bitch and bust 2 in her face
Either way, I'm a winner like the 4 and the trey
You probably never held mo dough than I can blow in a day
Sometimes I'm wearin gold, sometimes I'm ridin on it
Between us, I doubled up off my signin bonus
K.P. and Jay say "Shawty, ay you goin legit"
But I ignored the shit, when I scored a brick
I bet you never knew how quick 36 O's'll flip
Yeah I cook it til it bubble up, see how quick it double up
Competition's in trouble I'm supplyin the hood
Born, bred, when I'm dead, I'ma die in the hood
Niggas be tryin the hood, I open fire in the hood
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up, and let 'em lie in the hood

[Hook X2]
 
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"You Ain't Missin' Nothin'"

"You Ain't Missin' Nothin'"


[Intro: T.I.]
Ay... say, pimp...
This to er'body strecthed out behind the walls...
Countin' days on they calendar...
Flippin' pages month to month...
Ay, man, I'ont give a damn how other folks treat ya, man
I just wanna-- I wanna let ya know, pimp
Y'een missin' nothin', homeboy... real talk

[Chorus: T.I.]
I know the time seem long, just try and keep strong
Put on ya headphones and rewind this song
Remember you ain't missin' nothin', homes
I promise you ain't missin' nothin', homes
Hey, just know the club on hold and the broads on pause
You get home, it's gon' be waitin' on y'all
So dawg, just know fa real you ain't missin' nothin', homes
I promise you ain't missin' nothin', homes

[Verse 1]
On er'ythang
My uncle did a decade
Came home, hit the ground runnin' gettin' paid
Like he never did a day
Hit the streets niggas still in the same place they was
'Fore he went in the chain gang and doin' the same thing
Cuz the game go on, you only do two days in the joint
The day you get locked up and the day you go home
I know it feel like the world passin' you by
Like shit happenin' everyday out there that you'ont know bout
E'rytime you call home ya baby mama show out
And ya pat'nas don't even send you flicks from when they go out
But don't worry bout it or stress it cuz shawty, know what?
The time do itself, all you gotta do is show up
Keep layin' down, wakin' up and thankin' the Lord
And 'fo you know it they gon' open the doors, true story
Just prepare yourself for it, if you ain't got a plan
What you need with a second chance? Shit, you gon' blow it
Learn and visualize what you tryna do
And do the time, homeboy don't let the time do you
They say the time just flew in the streets
Hard to believe from in there but you'll see soon as you on the streets

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Probably thinkin' easy for me to say from here in the booth
But they showed you, they'll put me in there with you
Right now locked down in the state of the feds, lay in the bed
Playin' this over and over as you say in ya head
"Yeah... next time I'ma be straight
Just count down to my release date..." piece of cake
My nigga Cap right now servin' a life sentence
For a murder he committed in his self-defense
And in such good spirits shawty ain't even trippin'
And I could be right in there with him, no bullshittin'
He on his ninth year now just waitin' to get out
Got me thinkin' my shit ain't even worth complainin' about
Cuz it can still be worse fa sho
So you waitin' on me to lose hope you got to kill me first
I talked to my nigga Big Meech
Had to tell him the streets miss him just as much as he miss the streets
Had to let him know whenever he released
We hittin' the club like '03, this time it's on me
Yeah we laugh, reminisce for a minute and then
I tell him just know ain't nobody ever did it as big
It'll never be the same in this city again
Closest you'll get is me and Jeezy and them
So dawg, if it seem like you left behind, ten steps behind
Just know it only get better with time, fa real

[Chorus]

[ad-libs to fade]
 
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"You Can Tell How I Walk"
(feat. Rick Ross)

"You Can Tell How I Walk"
(feat. Rick Ross)



[Hook x2 - T.I.:]
You can tell how I walk I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
You can tell how I speak I'm a king (I'm a king)
You can tell how I walk, you can tell how I walk
You can tell how I speak, I'm a king

[Verse 1 - T.I.:]
When I'm walkin' up, I'm bossin' up
And not even on purpose bruh
You talk too much, you soft as fuck
Your type I've seen it all too much
You don't want no boss, uh, and we knew it
And life for you or we make you cough it up, and keep going
I welcome you to danger zone
Now you continue on at your own risk
And I ain't scary shit cause when it's on, it's on
And I ain't gonna be backing down for shit
I'm ridin' chrome, going home with Hawaiian chick
I ran a major operation, you shit minor a bit
I walk like [?] designer cool cat around this bitch
And when I speak to you, King shit is all you get, nigga

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2 - Rick Ross:]
Who fuckin' with fat boy, I traffic my body weight
So much cake in the club damn near caught me a fair case
My old school is running Gatorade in my Chevy
My money is safe, I'm runnin' last [?]
We barricaded in front, the waterfalls in the back
Enough crack for a month, you smell it all in my raps
Niggas wanna be famous, I want the luxury tax
Not one of my checks like my company facts
I'm pumpin' my gas comin' down Cleveland Ave
How much a nigga worth? Ho don't even ask
Ten mill with Diddy, I'm getting money with Tip
When you see me in the city then it's money we get

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3 - T.I.:]
He in more shit, sure get the call he know
He go too far, twenty west he better holla at them
A nigga catch [?], Hustle Gang at ho
Say Trae The Truth gon' cut the fool, give 'em fifty to go
You the [?], we don't mention it though
Told you before who about that action but you weren't listening though
I'm in the BM got you [?]
She fucked 3 ho bust in her throat then she one homie proposed
We in the Lambo raising the dough
Acting like an Atlanta nigga never made it before
We actin like we never made it before
In case I ain't say it before, 2014
Till I got a.40 Cal and 2000 in my jeans, nigga

[Hook x2]
 
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"You Know What It Is"
(feat. Wyclef Jean)

"You Know What It Is"
(feat. Wyclef Jean)



[Intro: Wyclef Jean (T.I.)]
Ay boy, don't spill my drink boy, ba-lip!
Now listen (Grand Hustle homie)
Everybody report to the bloodclaat dance floor (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Wyclef, "All Hands on Deck" - you love the beat?
(Boy you know what it is, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
Yo Tip, talk to me bloodclaat

[Chorus: T.I.]
I'm a real nigga homie, throw six figures on me
Got a pistol you don't want it, boy you what what it is
Ay, I'm way flyer, my pay's way higher
If they ever mention sire boy you know what it is
I got that drama, you don't want no problems
Dial up that llama, boy you know what it is
Ay, I get money, all I count is big money
Dick is all she get from me, boy you know what is
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay - boy you know what it is nigga

[Wyclef]
Yo T.I.P., let them likkle rap boys know how you livin

[Verse One: T.I.]
The wait is over, here we go again, I'm back into play
Gon' sell another couple mil' and take it back to the A
Gon' take that other couple mil' and put it back in the safe
Five cash for the crib on the back of the lake
I'm up in Crucial two-steppin with the gat in the waist
T.I. ain't in the street no mo', fo'-fo', is that what they say?
Don't even try him when you see him boy you have to be great
Cause this pistol hit you in your face, your teeth they'll have to replace
That's if you lucky nigga trust me, it don't hurt me to take
100 thousand to them Haitians you'll be murdered today, nigga

[Chorus]

[Wyclef]
Yo T.I.P. some boys wan' playa hate
Let them know who the King of the South is, talk to them!

[Verse Two: T.I.]
Well they sweatin when they see me, I'm apparently hot
Had the album of the year nigga, Grammy or not
Remember, all day I used to stay in the spot
With two revolvers in my pocket, pitch a hand of that rock
And now, chart toppin, ain't a car I ain't got
I'm the number one customer at my own car lot
You wanna know how much I'm makin, just imagine a lot
You know I'm probably gettin more that you'd imagined I got
Listen close, I need to know if you understand me or not
Because you disrespectin me, you and your man'll be shot

[Chorus]

[Wyclef]
Why y'all take shot, cause I'm movin?
We'll pop you in your chest boy

[Verse Three: T.I.]
Well from the King of the South to the King of the States
Ridin in a car you probably never seen in the states
No idea how much yay I can bring in the states
Hey you can get a hundred on 'em for a million today
Frank Lucas ain't the only one who made a million a day
But it's a American gangsta right here in your face
And you don't wanna see P$C on the scene with a K
You think you runnin up and robbin, that ain't even the case
And just because you get away, that don't mean it's okay
You a dead man walkin and I mean it, okay? Hey

[Chorus]

[Outro: Wyclef Jean (T.I.)]
Some of them boys wan' talk 'bout they have done
They guns sound like popcorn, ya
When the King of the South (boy you know what it is)
Get with the King of Haiti, big up Jamaica
Expect this (boy you know what it is)
Bloodclaat gorillas a-come out (hahhh, ay, boy you know what it is)
And when that fire don't pop, come and gone
We have big LONG machine guns then
And when we pull them back (choppers'll hang you)
BLAP, BLAP, BLAP, BLAP! Bap-bap-bap-bap-bap!
You like the beat? (hahhh, they better)
We can sell you one y'know (well bop ya head then, okay)
Yo big up to Haiti! (hey!)
I'm the king, all the way to the ATL (Bankhead, okay)
Yo big up the whole South, East West North (Grand Hustle homie)
Yo London! Japan (HEY) yeah (P$C)
Yo Tip, respect (hahhh, yeah)
 
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"You Know Who"

"You Know Who"


[Intro]
Alright man, y'all win
I won't say it, at least for this song, hey

[Verse 1]
Said they lookin for the realest, well I'm real as it get
Rap to the nigga dealin hard who live in the jects
Til some better nigga wit her, ain't delivered 'em yet
My mouth is, but I got a pistol bigger than that
I live and die by my respect so I honor the code
Peep niggaz who be out here flexin, stuntin for hoes
And if you ain't never chose to remember nothin before
Just know the game is some you win, some you don't
But you already begin again, start, it go
Learn to shoot a pistol, flip a O, how hard it go
Man if you ain't ever heard of Pimp Squad before
You better ask a real nigga or a broad you know
Cause you ain't ready for the pros, get it outta ya brain
You in over your head, way out of your lane
I been sayin I'm filthy rich and got it from caine
So would you say them niggaz know if they done got it the same, right?

[Chorus]
Cause you know who, you know what
Of the you know where, goin against us, too unfair
Cause everywhere you do a show, we got kinfolk there
And now you know I ain't no more, not a tinfolk there
It's you know who, you know what
Of the you know where, beef now don't you go there
And if you do, don't use our copy producers, he won't care
If he leave the hood alone, pimpin he won't share man

[Verse 2]
I know you think you out there gettin it in
But whatcha doin, I done did it once and did it again
I had a trap between runnin while living in sin
He done settlin down, turnin nine millin or ten
I give a damn if I never sell a million again
I gotta thank you a million for just lettin me in
But now I'm settlin in, gettin used to the view
On top, won't stop til I'm huger than you
Gon flop? Who? Me, pimp you losin your screws
We gotta dope if you lettin niggaz shoot into you
You ain't ready for the shit I'm introducin to you
The roof in the back of the park ain't translucent as you
So now your nigga dressin up, man do what you do
I got style, pimp, it's more than just the suit and the shoe
This been proven, I'm the truth, stamp government seal
I'm more than any of these other niggaz, just Southern with deals, for real

[Chorus]
 
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