T.I.

[fox69]

"Bankhead"

"Bankhead"


[T.I.:] Westside nigga (hey, hey, hey, Bankhead nigga)

[Chorus]
I got my 44's, and my dro, and my Chevy on 24's, and my Hoe,
now where'm I sposed ta go (Bankhead nigga)
I got my
44's, and my dro, and my
Chevy on 24's, and my
Hoe, now where'm I sposed ta go
(Bankhead nigga)

[T.I.:]
see me
Riding in the Chevy 44's on the seat wit a
Quarter o blow get low lemme see, no tags, no license, da trunk loaded wit d riding
Fulton Ind., where we normally be, they pull us
Over you think I'm stopping you must be fuckin' wit me,
if they don't wanna die tonight they best stop fuckin' wit me
Ima pull over in Bowen Homes where my cousin will be and they gon'
Hide me in they home while they lookin' for me

[Mac-Boney:]
now we the
Neighborhood superstars, pimp a Chevy pullin' hard
Thousand dollars worth of dimes
in the trap with rock stars we
Puttin' fear in cowards hearts
when they see us on the block
Swirvin' in da duce and fo' all the bustin' shots just because the Hell I care about getting caught
I'm makin' bail by 12 o'clock
Back in the spot with the same bomb, serve and drop
I pull a hoe in Bangkok, drop her off at tip spot
I'm burnin' rubber fuck the cops, another day on my block

[Chorus]

[AK:]
I'm
Cadillac daddy pulled up on some hoes from old naddy
Said I'm Pimp Squad hoe what's happenin'
Westside getting them panties snapping
She asked me can I do the Laffy Taffy
I said I do to make the pussy happy
Lets get em home over on Virginia
Step inside a sweeta nigga contender you in for a
Lil fender bender
Baby just remember make it quick
You niggas kinda know me I'm the shit

[Big Kuntry:]
I'm the in the
Bubble, cush Chevy well at least that's what it smells like
Hit the gas, poof, fire blowing out the tailpipe
Tailpipe, that's all these hoes wanna lick for the night I
Treat em like Tina beat the pussy and ya call me Ike
That's right, monster ridin' sittin' on the 28's it
Sounds like a stadium, you woulda thought the braves played
the engine running like Vick
With the falcons on the hood
Mr. Mr. Westside
Yeah you know they in my hood

[Chorus]

[C-Rod:]
Ain't no
Telling where I'm goin', once I'm steppin' out, singin' on the
High life windows up in the clouds open up your consel that's where I got my gun,
right next to that
get that finger roll another one
I got the vitamins make a freak fuck all night
Hoes know killas on the Westside
Earn stripes make the money turn right just look at my
Piece and my grillz swirvin'
off church street the pimp god gave me skills

[Young Dro:]
I was born up in Bankhead (Young Dro)
ya'll remember me
Way back in 83', T.I. stayed on the street for me
Just 'cause I'm from Bankhead, niggas havin' beef with me
Half never seen a G, in the cap and my beemer V
10 screens folded, in my Chevy watchin' "Lean On Me"
Ridin' down Simpson bout to waste my Purple lean on me
Purple in the clean on me, the hoes on premolean
Waffle house charges the color black, I got a bee on me

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Be Better Than Me"

"Be Better Than Me"


[Intro]
Huh
Ok, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Ay, Ok, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ok
Come on
[Repeat]

[Verse 1]
I never know whether I'm livin fo tomorrow or dyin fo today
But either way I'm tryna move a hundred dymes in a day
They sat that crime don't pay, but I'm gone stay on the grind in the A
Wit the same ole j's
I know the lames gone say that I done changed no way
I'm in the gutta everyday tryna slang mo ya
In the middle of the trap, we hang the dro blaze
Niggaz in the trap ain't changed in 4 dayz
Waitin on a page dat sayin the blow came
Instead of us just finding mo ways to get paid
Anyway, in the fire, I done been there homey
Niggaz ball, niggaz die and ain't shit fair homey
Dem crackers give ya some time and get to sit there homey
My niggaz dyin, I'll see ya when I get there homey
Ay, Born alone, die alone in life
But right or wrong, folk it's on fo life
Just be betta than me

[Chorus]
Shawty, the streets ain't the place to be
I'm telling you cuz it's to late fo me
Ay be betta than me
Crackas love nuttin betta to see then young niggaz wit a felony sheet
So be betta than me
I know ya mamma waitin faithfully on her baby to graduate ya see
You way betta than me
Betta than us, betta than this, take a chance nigga change some shit
You could be betta than me

[Verse 2]
Ay, its rules in the game son, learn it young
When dez hatas speak yo name man burn dey tongue
Neva be ashamed of how ya live or where ya from
You stack a mill, niggaz will see how far you come
Without a gun, you got somethin'll make 'em bar you son
That's a million dollar mind, why, dez niggaz is dumb
Yea they gon get outta line, but dez niggaz is scum
They outta sight and outta mind 'til you visit the slum, stay down
Stay on the grind and yo digits'll come, bottom line
You gotta shine no matta what you become
Dez streets is 40 percent of yo mind and 5 percent muscle
10 struggle, 10 time, and 35 percent hustle
And trust if dey don't burry the scared, dey burry the dead
When anticipatin pistol play, be very prepared
And if you ain't, find somewhere to burry yo head
Because them hot ones from the choppas tear ya body to shreds
I said

[Chorus]
Shawty, the streets ain't the place to be
I'm telling you cuz it's to late fo me
Ay be betta than me
Crackas love nuttin betta to see then young niggaz wit a felony sheet
So be betta than me
I know ya mamma waitin faithfully on her baby to graduate ya see
You way betta than me
Betta than us, betta than this, take a chance nigga change some shit
You could be betta than me

[Verse 3]
In a broke down Cadillac, ridin' high
Not many trusts in this life either shine or die
Ima live one of two ways, either grind or cry
And Ima grind it out, even if I'm dyin it out
Ain't got no mo than me, so what the fuck you lyin about
That man right there, but ain't gon be when dey start findin out
That that bullshit you be talkin ain't the real deal
That ain't you blow, them ain't yo cars so how you really live
See what you need to do is take a chilly-willy pill
Go and chill yo ass out, fo dey deal yo ass out
A bad hand from a mad man, in a mad clan
All dem otha niggaz take a fall you gon take the last stand
Gnawed in, sawed in, how everybody ball
when everybody else is all in you don't know where to fall in?
Need some Flaw Henn, I'm telling you shawty
and don't be buyin none of dat bullshit sellin you shawty
And all that otha shit they talkin is irrelevant shawty
Tell 'em, show you the papa, fo dey show you the cable
You see a whole different nigga when you open dem drables
follow hatas nuttin holy can saves us
Shawty be betta than me

[Chorus]
Shawty, the streets ain't the place to be
I'm telling you cuz it's to late fo me
Ay be betta than me
Crackas love nuttin betta to see then young niggaz wit a felony sheet
So be betta than me
I know ya mamma waitin faithfully on her baby to graduate ya see
You way betta than me
Betta than us, betta than this, take a chance nigga change some shit
You could be betta than me
[Repeat 1]

 

[fox69]

"Be Easy"

"Be Easy"


[Intro]
Ay, where the piano at shawty?
Y'all ain't neva seen a dope boy play the piano and rap at the same time
have you?
I'ma show you somethin', dig this..

[Verse 1]
I'm 22 and a vet in the game
Say I'm, supercoo', still a threat at the same
Time, rhyme bout the times I invested in 'caine
Pleasure and pain in every aspect of the game
I'm the answer to yo prayers if you prayin' for change
So, I dare you compare us and say we the same
When I'm, climbin' the ladder, they stuck in the same
Mindframe, they accomplishments are nothin' to gain
Eventually, see I'm outta yo range
Except this rose gold glow from my wrist and my chain
I entertain young niggaz who slang
Like a picture, no frame, see it's simple and plain
My shit bang, spit flames, put niggaz to shame
Flow so insane, lyrics sick and derranged
Now you can't, mention my city unless you mention my name
T-I-P-I-M-P, I'm the man

[Chorus]
Ay be easy - you don't want no trouble with me
Just be easy - the drama ain't nothin' to me
Ay be easy - before you have problems just breathe
Ay be easy - you ain't worth dyin', believe me
Just be easy - you don't want yo mama to grieve
Be easy - well mind yo bizness, don't bother the G
Be easy - swear you stuntin' but you frontin' to me
Be easy - behind the scenes or behind yo breezies
Ay, be easy

[Verse 2]
?? kissin' ass when I came to leave
Set the standard for Atlanta, rearranged the lead
Okay, so what tha fuck is fame to me?
I been plottin' since kindergarten, you'z a lame to me
I give the niggaz what they came to see
A reflection of one self where they aim to be
As you can see it ain't no change in me
And you won't meet another nigga off the chain as me
I'm so fly, no lie, don't deny it, ya feel it
So inspired by my style, decided to try it yoself
Bet you won't, meet nobody ranked as high as myself
The checks you waitin' on, homes, I can sign them myself
Tote gats, dro smoked that, now I'm high
Seats way back in the Maybach I ride
Through the streets of the westside, I slap five
And throw dubs, show love, nigga don't hate be wise

[Repeat Chorus]

[T.I. talking ("Be easy" in the background)]
What it iz pimp? T.I.P., Trap Muzik, understand that?
Grand Hustle pimp! Ay, whus hattnin' Toomp?
Let's ride out homie! What it iz mayne?
P$C, Pimp Squad Click, shawty!
Uh, uh... A-Town... stay down..
Keep it pimpin', pimpin'!

 

[fox69]

"Bezzle"
(feat. Eightball, MJG, Bun B)

"Bezzle"
(feat. Eightball, MJG, Bun B)



[Intro]
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [3X]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [3X]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [3X]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch

[T.I.]
I came up bumping Eazy-E, Cube, and Dre
(Scarface, OutKast what's happening niggaz) Eightball MJG UGK
They raised me like santa raised cee
I always made the money, money never made me
Break me what this bitch you crazy
You seen with the freaks don't think she never paid me
Pimpin get a bitch, break a bitch, hit a bitch, shake a bitch
Spit game till I make this shit turn these tricks and get me rich
Lick his ass suck my dick bring me back my duckets quick
Who you think you fucking with
I'm serious about this pimpin shit
All the niggaz I kick it with looking for a richer bitch
Get this bitch to take this trick for pounds of weed bricks and shit
Broke bitch you get your shit
Before I get another bitch who could fix your shit
My pimp to strong I ain't with your shit
You going to make me split your shit
Two things I ain't seen is this you a fony bitch I can't get
Eyes on the ride yeah right shut the fuck......

[Chorus ad libs (T.I.)]
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [3X]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [3X]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch

[MJG]
Whole mack load it up hard as fine blow it up
M-J-G I know you hoes and been exposed enough
I cross a tree over bag a bitch in a toaster oven
Slam dunk in pimpin and her sister if she close enough

[Eightball]
Look right here
open up the door and let it crook in here
Grab the mic a watch these niggaz tuck there tail and look in fear
As I bust around with no shells inside in myself
Lyrics like a conseled weapon sending you bitches straight to hell

[MJG]
Burning up just like in waco texas
Heating up your neckless
Scorching up your afro the devil coming at your
Ass any hard one for niggaz who really want it
M-J- fucking G with pussy and titties on it

[Eightball]
Them bitches love when they see pimping come up in it
24 inches under somethin smoking tinted
Hustle hard for keep it cause I love to spend it
Pimping love is when your style is when you love to hit it

[Chorus ad libs (T.I.)]

[Bun B]
I came a long way from a posta posta
Till I kosta nostra kept the toaster closer
than I'm supposed to well I poast ya procha
Ride like a roller coaster
Pistol whip you hold ya throat then choke you like a croacha croacha rocha
pull out a light and smoke you (damn)
Pull my coat off I blessed man just streesed man
Just still elementary just a glance couldn't learn it is hurting my chances
Pack pistols just to blast it (blast it)
I put it to second guessers I blast it it just to prove it (prove it)
Mother fuckers get a moving (moving)
I born into hustling I grew up tustlin
Gave my muscle in and got into meeting my frail but hell I put my trust in
My left and right hand grinding threw the night
And I keep my family right and see some paper like a white man
Balling in the ninth (and) we holding in the light (and) sippin on purple
sprite and you can call it what you like
I call what the fuck I feel play the courts that fucking peel
But we ain't sleeping till they free and pimping here that's the fucking drill

[Chorus to fade]

 

[fox69]

"Big Picture"

"Big Picture"


[Chorus:]
Hey it dawned on me and
I see the big picture I know
On everything I love I'm the shit and I know
To do it big I gotta keep em out my business I know
Because these niggas like to gossip like the bitches I know
I finally get it now
I see the big picture I know
On everything I love I'm the shit and I know
I run this city, wish that wasn't my position I know
These niggas softer than the pussies and the bitches I know

[Verse 1:]
Aye
What it is big dog? I know I'm the shit cause I bounce back
Totally recover from a pit fall
Don't make you a fighter just because you got your fist balled
Its get right and get paid or good night and get lost
Bitches talk big shit even when my dick soft
Everyday my birthday, they just wanna get they licks off
Rocket ship lift off, come sit on my launch pad
G5, mile high, group sex, jet lag
Boullion, checks, cash, millions, just ask
Even if you hate me, surely you respect that
Yeah, you're now rockin with the best dad
Chicks see me I be like "look at T.I. with his zig-zags"
Wishin they could take a ride on my moustache
Or maybe see the inside of my plush pad
But I must pass, I know what you on homie
Up late one night early morning and hey, it dawned on me and

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Love my mutha fuckin life
I'm so mutha fuckin tight
They say "he think he the shit"
I say "you mutha fuckin right"
Teach a mutha fuckin dyke to learn to love suckin pipe
Buses, cars, trucks and bikes in my yard
up the price of my performance
now I'm goin for a half a mil' a night
quarter million just to party
if you gossip get it right
niggas shiest
but I know somethin if I put end a nigga life
its gonna begin a nigga trip to god and end a nigga life
Man I keep it one hundred, one thousand to be precise
If you round me frontin go find a mountain and take a hike
Yeah I know you set your sights on me, tryin to get stripes
Homie look smaller but feel bigger in real life, don't he?
I'm all that and more, ain't nothin bout the hype for me
I'm sharing life moments, ain't nobody write for me
You a one trick pony, I'm quadruple threat homie
Up late 4 in the mornin and hey, it dawned on me and

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
I'm clearly somethin special, officially I'm the best who
Did it in my city and even in the U.S, you
Must agree, they cant fuck with me, I'ma beast unless you,
Hatin, you ain't gotta be sneezin for me to bless you
If the records don't get you, I bet the movie will get you
??...will catch your attention, I'ma impress you
With swagger long term, Hollywood bitches to tag along
Groupies just imagine on, they know what I'm braggin on
I gotta message you can pass along, tell a friend
We getting long paper jay, we made it back from hell again
Knockin on heaven's door, residing there forever more
Promoters, this worth every cent, you couldn't buy a better tour
And you are forced to admire the messiah
Expressin your desire, you're just preachin to the choir
The nation has it wired to hear your majesty, sire
I'm flyin high up one mornin and hey, it dawned on me and

 

[fox69]

"Big Things Poppin' (Do It)"

"Big Things Poppin' (Do It)"


[Chorus 2x:]
Do it [3x] what you waiting for
Do it [3x] what you waiting for
Do it [3x] what you waiting for
Now Lemme hear you say
Big shit popping, and little shit stopping [3x]
Ball on these niggas being broke is not an option

Do it to the maximum, take it why you asking them?
Don't listen to them suckers when they say you too irrational.
See I said I was king and them lames started laughing
Same sucker now I want the king on the track
I composed several classics, watch you know like "Top Back"?
"Dope Boys", "Bring 'Em Out" and "What You Know About That"
Now they ask how I talk, what you know about that?
Dominated '06, now I'm going right back
See me raise hell, let 'em show just like that
Even Denzel say damn, I ain't know it like that
Nigga yea, still bank head you can tell
Ain't nothing changed but the name on the mail
Still kicking doors with them things in the air
Up in Beni Hauna's, see me slang in them chair
I will slang cane, no such thing as a jail
Said you need a hundred squares they just came off the scale

[Chorus]

Do it like a ball player, when you see me balling
Stacks tall-ass ball player from the stage to the air
Whether in Miami, Cincinnati or in Riverdale
Arizona, California, make it rain anywhere
Pulling out that pistol nigga who you think you finna scare?
20 rounds of missles have you pissing in your underwear
I tote a pair of 40 cals, so you better tone it down
I suggest you just prepare yourself for when it's going down
A-town, west side, Club Crucial catch me,
Right up at the top where Big Kuntry, Dro & Mac be
Jackers lying say they caught me slipping how could that be
I'm something like a stalker I be everywhere the trap be
The trap be, jumping with that 100 dollar slab
If I wanted nigga I could get 100 on the tab
Sell em all double down Nigga do the math
Think I won't pull up in something With 200 on the dash

[Chorus]

Do it like I wanna do it, do that shit in front of you
Real nigga vision pimping I ain't seeing none of you
I Do it for my nigga Phil daughter and his momma too
Do it for my oldest sons and they Grand momma too
Do it for my daughters and my my youngest son momma who
go buy what she want cause she know it ain't a problem to.
You do something to them and its you I bring the Drama to
You do it for a day or so, we do it for a month or two
I do it for my partner go make show them nigga stunting too
We doing with them choppers, ain't no problem where you running to?
We do it for the block, now why ain't nobody stopping me
I do it for my pop, and my cousins too they watching me
I did it nonstop, now see how these niggas copy me
I made it from the bottom to the top, where I ought to be
Who do it this good, and do it different
No matter what I do you know I do it to death

[Chorus]

Now do it!

 

[fox69]

"Black Man"
(feat. Quavo, Meek Mill & Rara)

"Black Man"
(feat. Quavo, Meek Mill & Rara)



[Quavo:]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I'm perfect?

Ridin' down 85, three in the morning
Why you pull me over sayin' you smell marijuana? (Smellin' the gas)
I said I got a ID, I got glaucoma (I got ID)
He said, "We ain't in Cali nigga, get out, put your hands up"
Runnin' real hard shook the taser (shook the taser)
Runnin' real hard shook the taser (shook the taser)
I told him can we split it, we gon' shake 'em
Nigga hit my phone when you made it (brrp)
Out of here, PJ to Jamaica
Naw I ain't tell ya wrong, get the paper
Been fightin' too long against haters
My attitude, yeah I'm going for the shaders

[Rara:]
Live from the cracks of the concrete
12 try to take a nigga off the street
Make the gun sound off for Mike Brown
Take a nigga life when you face down
Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
Gun by the window like Detroit Red
Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
And bet a nigga ass end up dead
Pig in a blanket, fuck was you thinkin'?
Free that nigga Boosie, runnin' at the police
Left him with a slow leak, right outside VC
Tryna keep a Phantom like DC
Hangout the G like free Meek
Kill a nigga reachin' for a cell phone
Hurt to tell his mama he ain't comin' home
That's why I stay strapped all summer long
And you know it

[Quavo:]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that you nervous? (damn)

[Meek Mill:]
Black man
Running from the law like Pac-Man
Try and throw the raw all in the trash can
Got smoked by a cop on the dash cam
Mug shot on the news, he a mad man
When all he did was hustle to run the cash in
He feedin' kids in jail if he wasn't crackin'
Too many felonies on my jacket
All of my brothers turn to assassins
We seen too many brothers get put in caskets
Too many young baby mothers and baby daddies
In the graveyard back then
I went from sittin' on clubs to the cashmere
You shoulda seen how I flossed on 'em last year
Two Maybachs and I had a bad year
Young nigga countin' money like a cashier
White man wanna pay me like I'm U-N-O
Niggas wanna see me at my funeral
Neither of my own homie wanna do me though
Layin' on my dog crib like I'm Snoopy though
That's my nigga, I ain't even wanna do it though
If I don't do it, shit I know he gon' do me though
Cause he broke and he trippin' 'bout stupid hoes
But I'm a Don just like motherfuckin' Julio
Black man

[Quavo:]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I'm perfect?

[T.I.:]
Police see I got my hands up
Still wanna kill me, they don't understand us
They be lookin' for a reason just to shoot me
And wanna do me how they do us in the movies
Or how they do it out in Baton Rouge
Or Ferguson, or Florida, or Baltimore, they make excuses
Like I did cause I thought he had a pistol
Or I did it cause I thought he was a Muslim
My message to America, felon or death here
The liquor we die, we just substances left here
First you put us in a small hood
And then you beat us and you treat us like it's all good
And then shoot us and you screw us economically, mentally
Killin' nigga, no penalty, they can do that shit legally
Bet I can make that ass think 'fore you shoot
You kill me, man there gon' be more of some riotin' and lootin'
We say black lives matter, you say all lives
But y'all ain't the ones gettin' hogtied
Persecuted, executed, one day it gon' be time for retribution
Hope you don't ever see your son in an institution
I know karma is constant and God ain't no nonsense
You doin' wrong just to run shit
One day the time gon' run out for the dumb shit
Ain't no deception, tryna get in Heaven
You gettin' nailed, bet it's on your Mary
And you know what you did for who how much you really care
And what you really felt, he gon' deny the opportunity to unify
With people who look similar to you and I
Cause he don't wanna have a

[Quavo:]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I'm perfect?
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I'm perfect?

 

[fox69]

"Bobby Womack"
(with T.I.)

"Bobby Womack"
(with T.I.)



We got London On Da Track

[T.I.:]
I can give it to your ass if you want that
Get a whole bag if you need that
Big pimpin', tryna bring Romey Rome back
In the Cadillac bumpin' Bobby Womack
Hey where the hoes at?
In the Cadillac bumpin' Bobby Womack
I can give it to your ass if you want that
In the Cadillac bumpin' Bobby Womack

[Young Thug:]
Cadillac banging that Bobby that Womack
Big B's on pictures, you know that's that Bodak
I'm with my whoadie, lil bitch oughta know that
I had a sign for the millions, no zodiac
Bend that bitch over like centers and quarterback (hike)
When we take it we don't give a quarter back
Turnt her up now her dad want his daughter back
Oh no, now you got to see the law for that
I want racks and features with bouquets
And my motor's loud as a parade
I got 20 chains on, I'm a slave
To the money, for free not today
My lil bitch pretty, Ricki no Lake
And she watch all my moves while I pace
I lost two of my chains yesterday
They say "how they look?" I say "delayed"
I'm a boss, ain't gon' tell her two times
If she know I'm a fuck, bae let's motherfuckin' go
I'm the truth in this booth and I run the A-Town and Miami
Sak pase the zoes
Zuuu, tempers on the migos, no motherfuckin' crows
Pockets I stuffed like they motherfuckin' swole

[T.I.:]
I can give it to your ass if you want that
Get a whole bag if you need that
Big pimpin', tryna bring Romey Rome back
In the Cadillac bumpin' Bobby Womack
Hey where the hoes at?
In the Cadillac bumpin' Bobby Womack
I can give it to your ass if you want that
In the Cadillac bumpin' Bobby Womack

 

[fox69]

"Bounce Like This"

"Bounce Like This"


[Verse]
Chinchilla to the floor
Ciggarella full of dro
White Benz double doors
I can change color though
Blue Ferrari red Bent
Black truck on 24's
Several cheverlots on 20 inches maybe more
Used to wish for better days
Now I wish for never more
I can go 'bout anything
Stick my dick in every hoe
Grand hustling on everything
PSC in every store
Selling everything from rubber bands to leather coats
Swear to god I'd never change
Other niggas never know
T.I.P. ain't never been a lame jigalow since '84
Blessed wit astonishing ability to pull a hoe
Fuck her so good make her think this dick was full of mo
Pussy so good but I love the way she suck it slow
Her motto you don't swallow what you sucking for?
My motto you ain't balling what you hustling for?
These vvs's let off such a glow to let the busters no

[Chorus:]
Hey hey
Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce
Let me see you bounce like this
Hey hey
Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce
Tell the bitch to bounce like this
Hey hey
Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce
Aw my nigga bounce like this
Hey shawty bounce bounce like this
Just bend it over and bounce like this

[Verse]
I give you 30 seconds show me what you got - could you?
Bend it over for me drop it like it's hot - could you?
Wiggle your titties a little lift your top get ya to
Bust it open show your panties and your ass for me
Actually I was thinking you, Kim and Daphanee
In the back licking the bottom half of me
Answer me first no then saying no is blast from me
Me I'm pussy pumper number 1 you can ask for me
I know how you dance for me
Say you had plans for me
Save the conversation
Get your partner out the pants for me
Damn honey you'd be a fool if you ran from me
You ain't fucking with another dummy I'm the man honey
I'm trying give to you to make you stand funny
Throw that pussy right and maybe you can get a grand from me
Ha picture pimping giving you some money
Not a one damn dime but your ass is fine

[Chorus]

[Bridge:]
Hey hey now shawty bounce wit me bounce wit me let me see you see ya bounce wit me
Hey hey now shawty bounce wit me bounce wit me let me see you let me bounce wit me

[Verse]
Now shawty stall if you want to I ball when I want to
The fall threw and shut down the mall if I want to
I could make your girlfriend choose but I want you
Why you bother me what you will or you won't do?
Listen shorty I'm a grown man and you're grown too
You can live with me I don't gotta telephone you
All I'm thinking 'bout is me laying on you
Or vise versa with a lot of ass to hold on to
I got something for that ass to bounce on to
You're missing a chance of a life time - why don't you?
Hop off in the droptop, ride through the city lights
Take you where I kick it let you see what pimping living like
Pop one of these see what you feeling like
Taking off your clothes want to know what it's drilly right
Presidental suite at the very end of the night
Treat you like a freak and give you what was missing in your life

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

 

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"Bring Em Out"

"Bring Em Out"


[Intro: Jay Z snippet]
(Bring 'em out, Its hard to yell when the barrels in ya mouth) Swizzie!
(Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye!
(Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) T.I.
(Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye!

[Verse 1]
TIP comin live from the VIP, heard the night life lost life when I leave
Both the Feds and the State wanna see my need
The whole city got bizzerk he got treat
Anotha nigga got a hit but shawty he not me
Who set the city on fire as soon as he got freed
Da king back now hoes don't even know how to act now
Hit the club stippers gettin naked 'fore I sat down
Still ballin money stack taller than Shaq now
Still push a button to let the roof on the 'Lac down
I'm on the road doin shows puttin my mack down
Mississippi to Philly Albuquerque to Chatt Town

[Hook]
I got the crowd yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye, all my hotgirls yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye, all the Dope Boyz yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye, from the back they yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)

[Verse 2]
Once again what other rap nigga hooder than this
I got rich and I'm still on some hoolagin shit
You be rappin bout blow I was movin the shit
You talkin bout shootin out and I was doin the shit
If I hit you in the face you gon be suin and shit
And if I catch anotha case I know I'm true to be missed
So I'ma keep it cool head stay out of the news
Headlines and shows other rappers its bedtime (bedtime)
It's clear to see that I'm ahead of my time
I copped a chromed out hard top Carrerra to shine
I got some time, it ain't shit cause I get better wit time
Who got a flow and a live show better than mine

[Hook]
I got a packed house yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye, all my hotgirls yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye, all the Dope Boyz yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye, from the back they yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)

[Verse 3]
Mic check 1-2 1-2, you wanna beef wit the king what is you gon do
Will you show up on the scene wit 2 guns drew
Or you and ya friend and play a little two on two
If you knew half of what I knew then you'll be hittin the deck
Got a tool and a vest I can get some respect
I'ma make it hard for a sucka nigga to flex
Sho 'em this ain't the squad for a nigga to test
Pimp my nutz too large and we way too fresh
Work well wit Nines AK's and Techs
And quick to check a lame like a game of chess
You want beef you can bring ya best and we'll be standin..

[Hook - 2X]
In ya front yard yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye all my hot girls yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye, all the Dope Boyz yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye, from the back they yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)

[Break - 2X]
Hands... In Da... Air... Now!
Hands... In Da... Air... Now!
Hands hands in the in the air air now!
Hands... In Da... Air... Now!

[Bring 'em out, bring 'em out + ad libs to the end of the track]