T.I.

[fox69]

"Dying In Your Arms"
(feat. Jazmine Sullivan)

"Dying In Your Arms"
(feat. Jazmine Sullivan)



[T.I. - Verse 1]
Say girl
Ay, been holding on to you all night
So all my body feel wrong but its all right
I know you probably thinking you don’t even know me (I Know)
But girl the club in the close what it gon’ be
I’m tryna tell you when your place hit the poppin’
808 get you droppin‘ ride wit me ? or not
So much temptation when her waist get to rockin’
And our eyes interlock
Can’t stop it girl I’m ready to die
I say I’m ready to die

[Chorus]
So don’t let go of me now
Cause I’m dying in your arms tonight
Tell all my people around
That I’ll see them in the after life
Cause something this big can’t get that bad
So I really don’t think again
Never ever come down
Your love has got me feelin’ like
Imma die in your arms tonight
(You couldn’t die in the hands of a better man)
(So is you ready to die)
Imma die in your arms tonight (Girl is you ready to die)
(You couldn’t die in the hands of a better man)
(Girl is you ready to die)
(Hey is you ready to die)

[T.I. - Verse 2]
Hey living is over-rated
I see heaven when you make it
In your eyes or your thigh’s girl
I swear to God
Ive been waitin’ so impatient
Yeah, for you to take it off
Thoughts in my head are racing all day by chasing your waterfall
See time is of the essence
I got none to waste it all
Ain’t an adolesenct so childish games I don’t play it all
My partner say I’m whip they be hatin’ I know why
In your arms girl I’m ready to die
I say I’m ready to die

[Chorus]

This might be the last night that they see me
So tell everyone that I love
Got this mess through my heart completely
So I won’t (I won’t)
Be coming back (Come back)
Cause I’m sprung

[Chorus]

So don’t let go of me now
Cause I’m dying in your arms tonight
Tell all my people around
That I’ll see them in the after life
Cause something this big can’t get that bad
So I really don’t think again
Never ever come down
Your love has got me feelin’ like
Imma die in your arms tonight

(You couldn’t die in the hands of a better man)
(So is you ready to die)
Imma die in your arms tonight
(You couldn't be dying in the hands of a better man)
(So is you ready to die)
Imma die in your arms tonight (Girl is you ready to die)
(You couldn’t die in the hands of a better man)
(So is you ready to die)
Imma die in your arms tonight (Girl is you ready to die)
(You couldn’t die in the hands of a better man)
(Girl is you ready to die)
(Hey is you ready to die)

 

[fox69]

"Every Chance I Get"

"Every Chance I Get"


[Intro: T.I.]
Real talk, true story (uh-huh)
No nuts, no glory (uh-uh)
Y'knowmsayin? (Real talk)
Ay dawg (yeah yeah)
I'ma tell you like this

[Chorus: T.I.]
Hey I'm so raw, and I'm so rich
And you so flawed niggaz ain't 'bout shit
I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch
Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get
Every chance I get, real talk, no shit
Every chance I get, make money on this
I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch
Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get, every chance I get

[T.I.]
They say it's lonely at the top, but I don't feel lonely
Got my homies out in Hollywood so I don't feel phony
Ain't another nigga colder, cribs all over
Flash-in-pan, these other rappers catch a number, Coca-Cola
I'm exceedin expectations, you barely meetin quota
I give it to 'em straight, you cut it with baking soda
You said I ain't Zone One, nigga ha, that's a funny one
I'm King like my 3 year-old, Major like my youngest son
Got one named Domani, so you know what I'm gettin (guap)
Deyjah and Neek-Neek and Messiah like "Daddy, get 'em"
Got an angel named Leah here to keep me outta prison
And my partner Jason Geter to help me see about a billion
Listen; Grand Hustle, best respect this vision
My records sell about a million, but shit that just the beginnin
What with Club Crucial and Grand Hustle film division
Multiplication to get the paper, I let the clique do the division
Break bread, StreetCred.com makin a killin
Plus "A King of Oneself," high fashion, I'm flashin
I'm, ready for whatever though, trained to go you better know
Put dick up in whoever hoe, let 'em know

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
I gotta thank my lucky stars cause it came so far
Dope game, rap game, 'bout the same so far
Brag about your lil' Benz, nigga that ain't no car
I got some shit in my garage that requires a chauffeur
High as gas is, the country at war and people are starvin
And I pay a million dollars for Ferrari's, retarded, huh?
Sorry bruh, been a dick that been ballin since it started up
Season hoe, get 'em all to fuck cause they know this dough stack tall as fuck
Nah, it ain't that I'm rich that they hate so much
Least I could do it, not rub it in niggaz face so much
So I'm tryin now while I'm rhymin not to brag about the island
Or the crib in Hawaii where all the walls slide in
House is wide open, we could bring the outside in
I think you should hear about it, but fuck it I'll be quiet
I just spit it how I live it homie I don't be lyin
Would it make you feel better if I put my pockets on the die?
If I made less money, started to dress bummy
Would the haters and the critics have more respect for me?
Should I downgrade the crib and the way I live?
Now how about I don't and we just say I did, nigga

[Chorus]

[Outro: T.I.]
Ay say homeboy
It's real talk comin at you live and direct homeboy, you dig that?
Heh, you could hate all you want partna
I'ma give you somethin to hate on, bitch nigga
Ha ha! Grand Hustle, you understand?
DJ Toomp you did yo' muh'fuckin thang as usual
Ay-hey look, P$C partna, Pimp Squad Click
Ay, Big Kuntry you up next homie
It's the king, BITCH!
Yeahhhhhh, they say I ain't Zone One, bitch nigga
My grandmama been livin on Center Hill 43 years, hoe-ass nigga
You understand that? Nigga come meet me nigga
See me nigga! You know?
Why niggaz gotta wait 'til a nigga got the police watchin you
and start kickin that fuck shit, you know?
You know how I get down, you know what it was nigga
You know you don't wanna see me, bitch nigga!
Yeahhhhhh, AY!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Everything On Me"

"Everything On Me"


[Chorus]
Hey shawty throw that ass up
For me while you back up
To me niggas stand up
For me let's go, yea
Shawty lift that ass up
Drop it, got it standing rock solid
Well if there's money in my pocket here you go
I make em put that ass up
For me while they back up
To me niggas stand up
For me let's go

Shawty won't you lift that ass up
Drop it, got it standing rock solid
Well if there's money in my pocket here you go
everything on me but I could put it on you [x3]
Everything on me, let me put it on you

[Verse 1]
I'm in the club late night get my freak on
Remy XO leave that hennessy lone
and 2 3 turning me on and got nothing but they high hills and they weave on
If you ain't freaking over here you ain't be known
do if you feel good no matter if it seem wrong
She say I got a ding dong like king kong we can gon kick it,
Wait a minute that's my theme some
Hold on I want yo body ill pull it out put it on your body
You and me we can leave have a late night party
Do it for me like I like it I might just buy a Maserati

[Chorus]
Shawty throw that ass up
For me while you back up
To me niggas stand up
For me let's go, yea
Shawty lift that ass up
Drop it, got it standing rock solid
Well if there's money in my pocket here you go
I make em put that ass up
For me while they back up
To me niggas stand up
For me let's go

Shawty won't you lift that ass up
Drop it, got it standing rock solid
Well if there's money in my pocket here you go
everything on me but I could put it on you [x3]
Everything on me, let me put it on you (Lets go)

[Verse 2]
Dominican Asain Brazilian big booty white girls who like girls walk in they head again
Black and Puerto Rican you freak'n for the weekend say yes you straight down leavin
You say no why we cheatin
But all do respect I don't front I don't flex tell your girlfriend wid cha I just wanna have sex
You so fine I'm impressed ghetto booty perky breast grinding on me in my lap
im about as hard as I can get
and she smiling looking back yeah I know you feel that,
that pa-pussy so fat and wet let me put it to the test
So its all over she tried to pair it she said ain't finna share it
i said you gon need a towel cuz you finna make a mess
Hey that my song, Hold on I want yo body ill pull it out put it on your body
You and me we can leave have a late night party
Do it for me like I like it I might just buy a Maserati

[Chorus]
Shawty throw that ass up
For me while you back up
To me niggas stand up
For me let's go, yea
Shawty lift that ass up
Drop it, got it standing rock solid
Well if there's money in my pocket here you go
I make em put that ass up
For me while they back up
To me niggas stand up
For me let's go

Shawty won't you lift that ass up
Drop it, got it standing rock solid
Well if there's money in my pocket here you go
everything on me but I could put it on you [x3]
Everything on me, let me put it on you

[Verse 3]
Hey I be freak'n for the weekend let me know hit me when the club close bust it open we can go
Here we go if you down to get it poppin get at me
if you wanna be with her then you both can be with me, its a g
If you bite it I'ma put it on you, you ain't gotta be a groupie and be part of the group
Is it true? If you bite it I'ma put it on you, you ain't gotta be a groupie if you part of the group

[Chorus]
Shawty throw that ass up
For me while you back up
To me niggas stand up
For me let's go, yea
Shawty lift that ass up
Drop it, got it standing rock solid
Well if there's money in my pocket here you go
I make em put that ass up
For me while they back up
To me niggas stand up
For me let's go

Shawty won't you lift that ass up
Drop it, got it standing rock solid
Well if there's money in my pocket here you go
everything on me but I could put it on you [x3]
Everything on me, let me put it on you

 

[fox69]

"Flying With Angels"
(feat. Doe B)

"Flying With Angels"
(feat. Doe B)



There's no lie, man I'm so high
Gotta live life, cus the day you die
No flashing lights, this life has a price
And I'm feelin, I'm feelin

And man who can say one say I
Won't run the streets, I wouldn't get high
Not today and this a matter what the fuck shit man
Nigga tryin me out with the hot shit man
If you tryna get down, make a deal with the maker
We'll show you firsthand how we deal with a hater
Killers out there'll have to live with it later
Shoot him in the head and deal with it later
Man he's made up, fit to them
Guess I'm only waitin only I'mma get to them
Hatin ass nigga don't mention them
But please don't mention what we did to them
Nigga you know how we do and we do all
Step through, I put the fire, it'll be more tall
And like your life on the line whenever we talk
If you say the wrong thing it could be yo loss
I'mma do a kick play in a major way
Nigga that's real
Smoke and think about how I'mma get paid today
Won't stop, can't rest til I'm major paid
If I die today then I die smiling
Nigga, no lie
Because I live every day of my life like a night life
K so we good about it

I can feel on the tip of my fingers
There's no lie, man I'm so high
I feel like I've been sleepin with angels
Gotta live life, cus the day you die
Every day the true become famous
No flashing lights, this life has a price
And I can feel on the tip of my fingers
And I feel it, I feel it

Now I ain't sayin that I'm famous but the streets feel like I made it
Come to Alabama, where they treat me like I'm savin
Bet my mama still on that same block
Ridin round in that same car
Getting harassed by the same cops
Feeling like I'm bout the rain drops
I mean haven't got a pot to piss in til I got a pot to cool bricks in
And I got a couple rich friends who feelin like I'm switching friends
Boy a nigga say anything
Niggas say a nigga changed
Feel like a cartoon wardrobe, I swear to God I'm still the same
Come on feel my pain, going through so much
And while it's "fuck the fame", shit, where's the love?
I can't leave these streets — I can't lose my plug
If rap don't work for me, I'm back to sellin' drugs.
Havin hopes, cashin dubs
Same will say, match it up
Cus shit, I'm through to go back to that shit
And while I'm getting tied to my niggas' riches
Money make it for better bitch
I'm so close I can smell on my eyes and I see clearly

I can feel on the tip of my fingers
There's no lie, man I'm so high
I feel like I've been sleepin with angels
Gotta live life, cus the day you die
Every day the true become famous
No flashing lights, this life has a price
And I can feel on the tip of my fingers
And I feel it, I feel it

 

[fox69]

"Follow Your Dreams"
(feat. Shun Hendrix)

"Follow Your Dreams"
(feat. Shun Hendrix)



[Chorus:]
Follow your dreams, don't give up
Don't ever listen when they tell you you're gonna be a failure
I'm living inside pass the numb
Remember anything's possible believe is all you gotta do
Forever follow your dreams don't give up
Don't ever tell you what you can't do just because they hate you
I'm living inside pass the numb
The sky's the limit, wanted all you gotta do is get it, homie

Message to the youth, remember you can get anything you pursue
Look at me I'm living proof, there's a piece of me you it ain't a lot different about it
Nobody ever told I'd live to see a million dollars
Remember I was hersing just to fix up my parlor
And now you are the scene that kinda rides the hop about them
Convertible Mercedes looking haters like holler
[?] I don't know you got nada
How they get a second hand is up to their but I'm their fly
So they go hating on ass wife
Oh, never minds, keep your head to the sky, dawg
Remember nothing be suffered you but you try dawg
Don't listen to them when they say you can't have it
Let it go on this year write that down
When Jackie fashion on them laughing,
Soon you'll be passing all their broke asses better than you imagine

[Chorus:]
Follow your dreams, don't give up
Don't ever listen when they tell you you're gonna be a failure
I'm living inside pass the numb
Remember anything's possible believe is all you gotta do
Forever follow your dreams don't give up
Don't ever tell you what you can't do just because they hate you
I'm living inside pass the numb
The sky's the limit, wanted all you gotta do is get it, homie

Same message on the second could tell you from verse one
You let them trick you out of your dreams - their work's done
Only purpose for some to take your eyes off the prize
And to keep your from succeeding see they're willing to die
Let's say one day you cross paths end up killing the guy
Never make it go to the pen now you let him win
Man now hear he a [?]
Laughing at you from the grave cause you ain't get paid
Haters same want to call you a sucker today
And laugh at you tomorrow when the fear take you away

Once upon a time there was a guy named Jake
And he would never make a man [?] he say
He the queer right here today the had day airway
Instead he quit the job plus a hard night and day
Dropped the [?] artist, though nobody heard of him
Mighty sales but the mixtapes murdered him
Got off the label seen the haters on the inspire
Him determined grand hustle to an empire, and poof
At the hood he blew, if not me JG that could be you, remember

[Chorus:]
Follow your dreams, don't give up
Don't ever listen when they tell you you're gonna be a failure
I'm living inside pass the numb
Remember anything's possible believe is all you gotta do
Forever follow your dreams don't give up
Don't ever tell you what you can't do just because they hate you
I'm living inside pass the numb
The sky's the limit, wanted all you gotta do is get it, homie

 

[fox69]

"Freak Through"
(feat. Pharrell Williams)

"Freak Through"
(feat. Pharrell Williams)



[T.I.] Hey! Hey! Hey!

[Chorus - Pharrell Williams w/ T.I. ad-libs]
(But she's a freak though)
She got angel eyes, wit the baby face
(But she's a freak though)
I want my momma and daddy to meet her
Maybe have my baby
(But she's a freak though)
They keep talking about you
Because they - can't keep up with your pace
You're my - super freak! super freak!
You're my - super freak!

[Verse - T.I.]
My momma taught me, everything fine ain't the finest
And everything that shine ain't a diamond
They say that change come wit time and I'm finding
That most bitches take your kindness for blindness
Yeah it feel good laying her beside you
Diggin deep, all nine up inside you
But we can't kick out in public, gotta hide you
Cause all my partnaz in the hood done tried you
It's true that you can't turn a hoe into a house wife
Well listen shorty maybe I don't want a house wife
They say that you a freak I'm thinking that they bout right
Because that pussy's so good and your mouth tight
A pretty face, slim waist, and her stout nice
Juicy ass that them niggaz in the south like
She super sexy, got a nigga thinking bout a wife
Wearing all white, being wit her for life

[Chorus]

[Verse - T.I.]
The main thing making niggaz judge you
Is the same thing that make me wanna love you
From the smell of ya hair, I wanna hug you
To the way you yell "give it to me" when I fuck you
Plus you ain't tripping off a nigga cause he thuggin
That's why I'm twice as happy as relationships I was in
But my partna say you trickin wit his cousin
But nevermind, I don't listen they be buggin
They find it hard to understand how could T.I.P. love
This girl, when her man is out at strip clubs
Maybe cause T.I.P. girls leaving wit girls
And in the morning they'll be waking up with six girls
They don't know we more like homies when we pick girls
Why you worried bout it, he ain't gotta make you his girl
Fuck what he think about you, I think you the shit girl
Make me wanna bring another kid in the world

[Chorus]

[Verse - T.I.]
Now I been told every nigga in the streets know
She ain't nothing but a freak ho
But when I look in her pretty eyes, I don't see it though
Now she done showed me some shit that I ain't seen before
But what we do behind closed doors is for me to know
All in all I've decided I'm a keep her though
I'm a fucking grown man, what I'm creeping for?
Just try me by the four, that's what I'm toting heaters for
I'd die by that for her a real good reason though
That's how I feel, let my partnaz and my momma know
Keep it real, all the disrespect has got to go
I just respect that she herself and she don't hide it
Though she may have been a tad misguided
All she need is a little affection, a lot of direction
A nigga wit a constant erection
And I done wasted plenty time contemplating second guessing
Procrastinating, I wanna buy a ring and pop the question

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Front Back"
(feat. U.G.K.)

"Front Back"
(feat. U.G.K.)



"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" - [repeated throughout]

[Mannie Fresh]
Ladies and gentlemen.. Fre-fre-fre-fresh!

[T.I. - talking]
T.I.P., aye!
I know a lot of y'all niggaz out there, man who ain't up on this down south shit
Probably wonderin' what the fuck you listenin' to right now, ahah!
King amongst kings! It's an absolute honor and a pleasure y'know I'm sayin'
To bring you.. some gangsta shit of catastrophic proportions
All the UGK alumni like myself know what this is man
Hey Bun! Pimp C nigga!

[T.I.]
I gotta '66 Impala so fresh
White top, burnt drop wit' the choppers on deck
It was off, Panda motor on a '94 'Vette
Fish bowl, televisions pimpin' I ain't done yet
I got the cherry red leather and I'm sittin' on chrome
On 26 inches just to get my roll on
On a Jeezy songs on, make them bitches get low
I get that ass raised up, like Dr. Dre six four
Hey, come up in my hood, bet them bitches know Tip
If you tell 'em you wit' him, all them bitches gon' strip
If I show up in yo' hood, I bet you niggaz won't trip
Once I empty out this clip, I bet you niggaz gon' dip
Or get hit up in yo'...

"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" - [repeat 2X]
Never let hoe ass niggaz ride!!
"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" - [repeat 2X]
And we never let hoe ass niggaz ride!!

[Bun B]
It's the Gulf Way Boulevard gangsta
Swangin' on T.I., essence of fo's (essence of fo's)
Pirellis and blades 'em crews of hoe
I'm a playa, you can tell by how I choose my hoes
When it gets to swangin' on the curb, you might lose ya toes
Dedicated to the slab (slab), the dunks (dunks), the drops (drops)
The candy painted cars wit' the chopped off tops (off tops)
Now put ya diamonds up against the wood wheel
Lean back or throw ya leather, chunk a deuce, and show your grill
Keep it trill, this the south baby, Texas and GA
T.I. reppin' for Bankhead, I'm reppin' for P.A. (for P.A.)
Now pop ya trunk, get it crunk, it's time to ride
Show them boys you got that front back and side to side baby

"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" - [repeat 2X]
Never let hoe ass niggaz ride!!
"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" - [repeat 2X]
And we never let hoe ass niggaz ride!!

[Pimp C]
I'm switchin' lane to lane (uh), leanin' on the switch (on the switch)
Sippin' on the barre, smokin' green and hittin' licks
Bumpin' Too $hort baby, in the candy red whips (whips)
Drop the top and pimp the lot and watch the trunk do tricks (do tricks)
Pimp C, I keep my money on my mind (mind)
Keep a hooker on the track and keep a swisher full of pine (pine)
If y'know like I know, you wouldn't try it (try it)
Wanna jack me for my candy car, you must wanna die (wanna die)
But I don't really wanna hit ya wit' this hot thang
I just wanna get some brain in the turnin' lane
Comin' down creepin' slow, sippin' on a poor fo'
Bangin' on the screw, and keep the pistol right here in the do' [echoes]

"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" - [repeat 2X]
Never let hoe ass niggaz ride!!
"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" - [repeat 2X]
And we never let hoe ass niggaz ride!!
"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" - [repeat 2X]

 

[fox69]

"Fuck The City Up"
(feat. Young Jeezy)

"Fuck The City Up"
(feat. Young Jeezy)



[Hook: Young Jeezy]
This for my niggas on the block dodging one time
Grinding hard, burning up at least one nine
Put ya middle fingers in the air one time
Ride with me, fuck the city up one time
Fuck the city up
Fuck the city up
Fuck the city up
Fuck the city up one time
Fuck the city up
Fuck the city up
Fuck the city up
Fuck the city up one time

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Fresh out the bed getting head in a Range Rove
All about that bread, rubberbands on my bankroll
Bankhead, Simpson Road this Atlanta bitch
So fly, so gangsta, gutter, glamorous
We living out your fantasies, suckas can't handle this
They know we run the city shawty it's unanimous
Shout it out sold yay, nine forty-four
K, Quarter, half, whole thang nigga like the old days?
Hey, dope boy trap nigga swag
Hundred karat chain, quarter mil in the bag
I'm no longer poppin' tags I just let 'em hang
Sucka nigga doing bad I just do my thang
And I ain't frontin', straight by the book-G Code
Bad bitch, a flat stomach, fat booty, deep throat
Twenty grand in my pants, fifty in my peacoat
Jeezy fuckin' with me and we fuckin' up the city ho

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
I seen Jizzle in traffic with his top off
So much Louie shit it looking like it knock off
Violation, that'll get ya ass knocked off
Texas Pete nigga get ya ass hot sauce
Ever see me in the club with my shades off
It was a cool contest I guess the shades lost
28-5 yeah that's my cost
Bitch my closet so big I swear I got lost
What? Yeah I think I'm gon' need a map
We throw them birdies in the pool make 'em swim a lap
Whip it counterclockwise, that's the backstroke
Bitch my chain so big look like my back broke
Yeah we 'bout to fuck the city up, go broke
Bitch I'm balling so hard I need the whole court
Six spots in one night they call it club hopping
That new Tip and Jizzle shit, it got the club rocking

[Hook]

[Verse 3: T.I. & Young Jeezy]
[T.I.:]
I'm talkin' A-Town shit, ex lean pound bit
Chopper, fifty round clip
Keep it with me, I 'on't slip
Anyone around Tip bout that drama boy I promise
Got a O of presidential, bitch I'm blowin' that Obama
[Young Jeezy:]
Yeah I'm talkin' plenty choppers, scopes on the A-R
You know how I do it, Forgiatos on the car
When I came up out the womb all I wanna be a star
Hope the feds don't stop me, life sentence in the car
[T.I.:]
Hey boy we spittin, reminiscin' bout when we was in the kitchen
Representin', niggas payin' bitches need to pay attention
And we on for the city freaks, this A-T-L
Do it for my nigga Big Meech and B.M.F. nigga
[Young Jeezy:]
Nigga, all I blow is strong bitch I'm straight for the week
Order 5000 dollars, threw it all on the freaks
Order twenty-five bricks, I put em all on the streets
Bitch it's shaketown and we turnt up while you sleep

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"G Season"
(feat. Meek Mill)

"G Season"
(feat. Meek Mill)



Okay
Aye man
I'm sucka free, sucka back until all them suckas get the fuck out my way man
You understand?
G season!

Told you motherfuckers once, prison ain't changed me
All it did was made a nigga crazy, deranged see?
Psycho, nuts so, what I give a fuck for?
All I know now is to get out and go for the gusto
So, fuck niggas, fuck hoes
They said, she said, nigga and what, so?
Fuck what they say 'bout my cases, fuck what they say 'bout my lady
Fuck what they say we were doing on that day of visitation
All I care 'bout is my out date, the scripture of probation
How much dough I'm set to makin', where I'm gon go on vacation
Wait, damn
Okay, that's way too far ahead of me
So I'm just tryna take it day to day if they were never G
3 cop cars by the 3's
Bitches call me Papa John cause I keep that extra cheese
Overseas in the sun, living for the fun
In Milan with some bad bitches, probably want a youngin
What will it done? All the mama done
Ride foreign, comes drawing, getting blown by blunt
I'm the bomb, terrorist, hella rich, record shit
Nigga ask about me, homie I suggest you tell em this

I'm sucka ducking, I'm sucka free
You ain't a G? don't fuck with me
Them sucka niggas out of style, G season
Them sucka niggas out of style, G season

My best flow too cold and jet bring it out
But go to talking crazy though, you get yourself singled out
Half a million bucks to pack the whole arena out
Being a sucka I don't need the first thing about
You get the scene, about to come in at your face
Like a volcano hell, lava running out your face
Hey, if your ass out of place
You done find the weapons they took away, I replaced
What can I say? Another year, another case
Another sentence completed, I'm confident and conceded
I'm sucka free, sucka duck and so tell them suckas to beat it
Don't fuck with me, buster trust me your future will be deleted
Such a G, ain't no touching me, luckily I defeated the all
But out my two alarm glory to god
And I ain't even Islamic, so sick whenever I vomit
Just throw me a mill or two and that ought to settle my stomach
Box of money he done it, call me Mr. He-Run-It
These niggas ain't really bout it,
They just be speaking ebonics
I'm nothing short of iconic
Promise you you don't want it
Strong as gin & tonic, my left you won't see it coming
My right should be running from it, I catch you with it – you done
I'm a keep it 100, you better get you a gun
Word bond, real talk
Be my girdle by my lonely cause these suckas will talk

I'm sucka ducking, I'm sucka free
You ain't a G? don't fuck with me
Them sucka niggas out of style, G season
Them sucka niggas out of style, G season

Pimp placed on my ass, the more I'm bitch I'm balling
Killing all my haters, tell yo momma pick it coffin
Hundred rack shorty, I just got ta pick a target
Put my name on that flyer, watch the party get retarded
And I got crazy in that bitch, feel like baby in that bitch
Got your lady on my dick cause I got like 80 on my wrist
KOD, I make it rain, I know they hate me in that bitch
Stop eating, just throwing money like they paid me for that shit, hold up
Caught it in the back, now I'm that nigga in the front
Shorty want the real and I'm a give her what she want
OG nigga, you can put it in the blunt
Fucking all the baddest bitches, I'm a hit em from the front
Good to see their faces on it when a nigga lay it on em
Every time she had a dick I tell her go to making all that
Lord have mercy, these bitches thirsty
I'm the mercy, she kissing on me Hershey, we in this bitch
I'm sucka ducking, I'm sucka free
That's your main bitch? She fucking me
I don't fuck with niggas, I'm a fucking G
This Meek Millie, T I fucking P

I'm sucka ducking, I'm sucka free
You ain't a G? don't fuck with me
Them sucka niggas out of style, G season
Them sucka niggas out of style, G season

 

[fox69]

"G Shit"
(feat. Jeezy & Watch The Duck)

"G Shit"
(feat. Jeezy & Watch The Duck)



[Verse 1 - T.I.:]
I'm a rich nigga like I don't know
I can change if I wanna, but I won't though
Steer right even when I'm on the wrong road
Real talk from the heart what I'm known for
Skinny jeans, I don't do those
I'm the starter sub-par oughta shoot for
Fully automatic chopper, you could shoot though
Now I'm movin' five mil' when I shoot dough
Audemar, Hublot
One point five on the two-do'
Old hustle, new flow
Old money, new ho
Suckers prayin' I'm a chill, but I'm too cold
Long as I'm around, fuck they need you for?
Ridin' in the Chevy totin' three bricks
Since nobody wanna make G shit

[Hook - Watch The Duck:]
This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes
This is for the dopeboy trappers sellin' halves and hoes
(Since nobody wanna make G shit)
They want G shit, give it to 'em
They want G shit, give it to 'em
I'm the one to give it to 'em

[Verse 2 - T.I.:]
If you don't know me let me tell you somethin', shawty
Still got them choppers, make you run from it
Camouflage, dog tag
Got 'em followin', when you see me better haul ass
Keep it G at all costs, what you call that?
Crack rock, hip hop, I done all that
Certified trap nigga, sucker, fall back
A broke nigga he may entertain all that
All left field, keep it true, nigga
Save the flash in the dance for a new nigga
Keep speakin' for the ones who ain't got a voice
Kill 'em dead only when they leave no other choice
How I see it, if you ain't down to die 'bout it
Don't write my time, slime, why the fuck we talking about it?
Still ridin' in the Chevy totin' three bricks
Since nobody wanna make G shit

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Jeezy:]
Now what the fuck is an ounce? We smokin' bout an LB
We don't even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki
And I'm a take this shit to trial, they got nothin' on me
They be on the Champagne, bitch, I'm 'bout to OD
Got a bag full of birds and motherfuckers gettin' robbed
Bars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault
Used to hit the highway over twenty of them things
Young nigga hit the club with the twenty unchanged
When Jay was beefin' with Nas I was sellin' cocaine
When Game was beefin' with 50 I was doin' the same thing
I was at the hospital, nigga, Meechy got shot
Fuck you niggas talking 'bout? I love that nigga like Pac

[Hook]