T.I.

[fox69]

"Hands Up"

"Hands Up"


[Man speaking]
We going to Cuba wit' this one
Yea, I been rehabilitated, rejuvicated
And most important:relocated
So now, with no further to do

[Hook 2x]
Now ladies stand up
Or if you wit' me shake ya titties
Throw your hands up
And all the ballers poppin' bottles throw a grand up
And if you feeling like I'm feeling keep them hands up
And keep ya hands up

Hey, from the sunrise to the midnight star
I'm by far the hottest new thing the South seen
Bringing sixteen bars, got six clean cars
Vert's, Hoops, four doors, do momo's, and Tahoes
Star hoes, yo hoes is our hoes
Keri pullin up to the Shark Bar on the Northstar
Wit' a Puerto Rican porn star
We in La Vida La Loca
See you can't flow like me or rock a show like me
Get dough like me
Shouldn't signed 'em, he ain't gon' blow like me
But give me a quarter of his bonus and half his budget
And I guarantee he go double but if you don't, you in trouble
It's gon' take him three coupes just for him to recoup'
Or witness shawty flop, like the last three groups
While I'm in Cancun' 'round see-thru's on a three week cruise
It'll take more than the likes of these fools to make me lose
Sheesh, floppin is something I can't see
Ladies, obey the chorus
Shake ya titties for me please

[Hook (2x)]

Uh, I came to blow the spot
Hit the club wit' cheddar knots
Ridin wit' a badder bitch
You gonna get or ever got
Try me boy, you better not
Shawty and I'm very hot
Toting forty cap, forty five nine's every glock
Blow you up in that very spot you standing in
Then vanishing
Undo this manana then, throw away this can and then
Back to poppin mo and blow and dro and money handlin'
You and your lil' posse can not stop me and this clan I'm in
While you slanderin', you better ask ya gul who the man again
Turning out a superstar back into a fan again
Damagin' all who peek, line 'em all in the street
I'll do 'em one at a time wit' one line on one beat
Say ya almost gold, that's what I sold in one week
Got a flock of freaks, while you hold on to one biich
I'm like a Pez dispenser, shawty, I spit treats
The nigga who even sound good on a bullshit beat

[Hook (2x)]

Well pussy nigga, you can like it, you can love it
You can bite it, you can dub it
But you can't do it how we does it
When we ballin' in public
Where the grill full of gold or Seville full of hoes
Wood wheels and some Voe's or hun'ed gold spokes
I park at the club and a hun'ed hoes choke
Spark up some dubs, let them hun'ed hoes blow
I run game to get the hoe once they act like I can't run it no mo'
I stunt them hoes broke and her money po' po'
You can't smoke the way we smoke if you ain't smokin' no dro'
Drink the way we drink wit no Hen' and no Mo'
You can't ride the way we ride if you ain't slammin Benz do's
Can't ball wit' me if you got eight but can only spend fo'
You ain't VIP like me and can't be searching your coat
Ain't no P.I. like me if you ain't workin' no hoes
Can't do the shit we do, the way we do wit' no dough
That's like trying to win a ballgame, if you ain't takin no score

[Hook (4x)]

 

[fox69]

"Harry Potter"
(with D.O.P.E.)

"Harry Potter"
(with D.O.P.E.)



[Verse 1 - T.I.]
(Go) Bricks stacked up in a high pile G-4 flying, No Sky-miles
Get it, whip it, give it to whoever in the city
Hard, Soft, Girl, Boy Decisions, Decisions
All I can do is in-vision all this dough I been gettin'
And just a day back a quarter key was the mission
And now I'm weighing fish scale on a big scale
Hopin' I can invade the law and stay outta jail
My relative gave me work, I made it disappear
Like Harry Potter got that chopper in the window
seal My cousin wanna a brick
Listen here you better bring my money back quick
And he replied like this

[Hook: T.I. & Yung Booke]
[T:] Man, I can't even fit this money in a rubberband
Right hand get tied I just whip it wit my other hand
If I can't make that brick Bitch I bet my brother can
Off in my trap junkies bitin' like piranha man
[Y:] And if they ask we got the whip game proper
If the brick game droppa
Make 'em disappear we just call it Harry Potter
Got the whip game proper
My clique aim choppers
Make 'em disappear we just call it Harry Potter, man

[Verse 2 - Yung Booke]
(Flya) Straight drop, got Jays playing Sideline Telvin
Young boys got them racks in the sideline clutchin'
G's on ya head now you a fan of the packers
We stiffer than a statue, We seprano style [?]
Phone ringing, Its about to have a ticket calling
Get off of work, we all gone be joined in pimpin' ballin'
Yeah, cause I'mma whip it til it lock
Set it out [?] and to [?] to the block I'm motivated by big faces, I need guack
My only friends is God Almighty and snake cock
Some of my niggas hustlin' and the other got
knocked Many quit the game and the other was in the box
FLYA

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Spodee]
UGH You try me you disappear, we call it Harry Potter
Just gotta ho, I tell her come sit on this Terry
Carter I get my bitches like a bird I'm for the swan though
And I be fresh everyday, Bitch I'm non-spoke
I mix the coke with the water like I'm chemist
I'm smoking until I'm finished
I'm focused and independent You locals is my apprentice
Ugh, A lot of haters want my campaign to end
I fucked a nigga bitch and I champagned her
friend And I just acquired another a fan, I'm truly swag
If yo boyfriend get wrong, I'mma shoot his ass
I'mma young boss playa, make a thick game holla
If this rap shit fall, I got my whip game proper, Spodee

[Hook]

[Verse 4 - Darius F.]
(Yeah) Black magic for you whack faggots
Y'all niggas trash and its tragic
Look, I got what you lacking, I'm full blood attacking
With all this money I'm stacking, I'm on another track and
If you ready for me, I'mma get it cracking
I'mma send ya ass packing
Jamaican Magician
I got the power! Y'all keep wishing
Fuck with me wrong and I leave ya missing
Forgive me Jah for I am sinning
Undefeated and I'mma keep winning
Some much money like I won the lotto
Keep it just in case like rocko
The greatest artist, they should call me Picasso
Make you disappear like Harry Potter cause I always keep my auto
My fist will leave you red and my Glock will leave you dead
No choice but to follow
I'm all about my bread, and I ain't frontin' I meant what I said
No I wasn't playing, Y'all killed Dolla so I don't care who I'm slaying
You can keep hatin' while I'm Bill Gatin'
Hope you understand what I'm saying

[Hook]

[Verse 5 - Rich Kid Shawty]
You gotta whip it with ya shoulda if you tryna get that rover
But that photo panamera probably be a lil' collet, yeah
The trap hop, skip, jumpin'
Gas, no air, I got my ma fuckers pumpin'
Bricks, no rocks that's the ma fucking fuck shit
And if you try to rob I make ya head do the [?]
Finger licking delicious, check it lil' nigga got brickes
6 like [?] for niggas [?] I rock the leather coat like a ma fucking Italian
Dookie Gold Rope like the ma fucking medallion
Bird flappin' It's the home of the falcons
They got me in the middle of the trap like Malcolm
Whip transforming like the yellow camaro
Blockin' the skellos smokin the rellos

 

[fox69]

"Heavy Chevys"

"Heavy Chevys"


[T.I. and Big Kuntry Talking]
Yeah
Yeah
Come on (Hey)
PSC, Uh
(Yall niggas) What (Yall niggas)
What Pimp Squad shortay
What you know about them
What they know?
You don't know about them
(They don't know, they don't know)
Now what you really know about them?
(What it is) Yeen know about them
(Them heavy chevys shortay)
Yeen know about them (heavy chevy shortay)

[Big Kuntry]
Now how you tame a young baller
That rides Surburbans, Caprises
Candy Impalas, Rasberry Monte Carlos
That barks like a rottweiler
Off the collar
Addicted to hustlin
And stackin mighty dollars
O holla
When you hear the Chevy beatin down the street
Beatin so hard
The chris is wastin on my mink seats
To get a rim posted corner
Call me 10 G's
The same as the Chevy platinum emblem on my keys
Wit the diamond against the trim
A young ass nigga wit a Louis V rim
A sporty young shorty wit the Gucci shades dim
These hoes mistaken me for being they pimp
They said baby couldn't see you pass them shiny rims
I'ma cool little daddy
Bitch i never been a simp
And if you choose a hoe you need to hop on in
And if you aint bitch you need to ride wit him
Cuz i'm pimpin

[Chorus 2x]
Yeah, we ridin in them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys
On them D's and them Vogues
When we shinin on them hoes
Yeah, we ridin in them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys
Beatin hard in the park when we rollin wit the squad

[AK]
Now if you heard from me
You gon feel something hot to the third degree
Coming down yo street in a black capris
Wit a fine ass freak in the passengers seat
Yall fake niggas don't know the half of me
I spit pimp game automatically
Don't be mad at me
Cuz i'm finally coming up in the industry
And the 44 singing on the triple D's
Plug not the underground celebrities
Mac Bone my partna keepin the beat
Heat it up like a cook out
When the sun falls
Yall niggas better look out
Your rap careers over
I put a hook down
Like you better pallow
Ride and swerve while my niggas follow
Hoes wobblin and start slobbin
Bobbin on the dick until they swallow

[Mac Boney]
Speedometer, broken doors
Smokin body, dented windows
Tinted bended round the corner leanin
In the steamin screamin demons
Spillin liquor, yeah nigga
Blowin tall off the wall
Burning rubber leavin foul
Muthafucka how you ride
Choppin blades wit triple golds
Stay away from camilton rolls
Playa cause I'm riding old
It aint no thang to take them vogues
Jack it up, strip it down
Had the freshest car in town
Pimpin cuz I'm bout my crown

[T.I.]
Hey shortay whats that knockin sound

[Chorus 2x]
Yeah, we ridin in them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys
On them D's and them Vogues
When we shinin on them hoes
Yeah, we ridin in them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys
Beatin hard in the park when we rollin wit the squad

[T.I.]
T.I.P and P.S is fresher than new S-S's
Triple doors and vogues shinin like some treasure chests
I got a fetish
I aint gettin in it boy unless it's
Got them little blue boxes off in the head restes

[Big Kuntry]
I bet it's wood in the dash
Duel in the ass
Get an Impala
Holla watch me (skirrrt)
When I pass
I'm buring rubber in your yard
Diggin up ya grass
Drag racin four fifty four
Thats what make it fast

[T.I.]
I hit the gas
And I mash on it in a flash
Throw it in the gutter
Buy another if it crash
That's petty cash

[Big Kuntry]
I parlay all day in a Cheverlay
Pearsjay wit a face bright as heavens day
I'm beatin fo' tens in the flo then
Hit the store then for some more Hen (Hey Dub)
Pull a hoe and four friends

[T.I.]
Dubs still spinnin wit a gold grill in it
White leather guts
Wipe up wit ya spill in it
Still trillin out here

[Chorus 2x]
Yeah, we ridin in them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys
On them D's and them Vogues
When we shinin on them hoes
Yeah, we ridin in them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys
Beatin hard in the park when we rollin wit the squad

[T.I. Talking]
Yeah
T.I.P. shortay
PSC shortay
Pimp Squad
DP
Mac Boney, A-K
Big Kuntry shortay
Ya'll aint ready
We ridin in them Chevys
T.V's and DVD's in them Chevys
Come on and let the dish ride

[Music fades]

 

[fox69]

"Hell Of A Life"

"Hell Of A Life"


Its the king representing once more, you understand.
When people see me on Bankhead man on four star point, screaming, waving and yelling.
I don't wanna roll over no toes in my Rolls.
You just back up let a pimp pass through you dig?

Beamer's, Bently's double R's Ferrari's
Every time I see shorty
Where your head tonight
Selling out arenas chasing asses like Serena
Man, shawty live a hell of a life

Im shining in and out of foreign
Cars never boring
Cash steady flowing they ask shawty where you goin'?
People see me they ask me shawty where you goin'?
Partners see me they ask me shawty where you goin'?

Shorty goin' extra hard when they release his passport
Why I need a credit card what you think this cash for?
Hit the dealership and give them every dime he ask for
Just so I can see 260 on the dash board

If shinnin against the law somebody better get the task force for me
Hoes love me, let me fuck 'em til they ass hoarse
Pimpin' 101 just come and see me take a crash course
You wanna count my money go to college need a math course

On a mad dash for a 100 mill an runnin
Breakneck speed til I see a billi coming.
Im filthy rich and hungry feel the grumbling in my stomach

Im still stunting off the chain chasing nothing but some money
With a couple pair of goons like I'm playing gin rummy
No cards just broads when a nigga dick hard
Flooded offshore automall lookin like a college star
Put it in a wristwatch
Balling like a big shot

Beamer's, Bently's double R's Ferrari's
Every time I see shorty
Where your head tonight
Selling out arenas chasing asses like Serena
Shorty live a hell of a life

I'm shining in and out of foreign
Cars never boring
Cash steady flowing they got shawty where you goin'?
People see me they ask me shawty where you goin'?
Partners see me they ask me shawty where you goin'?

Swag on fully, no semi hoe hear me?
Gimme bankrolls no gimmicks drop Rolls no flemish
Street cred no blemish credit card no limit
You want Bankhead a spot to drop heads I'm in it
Gimme a couple corners hoppin on 20’s
With three or four women givin' love like tennis
Got my boxers where her chin is givin me the business
While I ride through the city gag swallow no spitting

Livin' life like I just got out of prison Wednesday night
If a chick in my sight, then that chick getting right
And I know niggas now with bitches think Im hitting and they right
Keep my name out my mouth and mind they business its aight
If you see me say aight ok aight
Cause you know I got the goons with me and I pay aight.
They would like to see me go to prison see me go
But instead they see me balling stunting everywhere we go

Beamer's, Bently's double R's Ferrari's
Every time I see shorty
Where your head tonight
Selling out arenas chasing asses like Serena
Shorty live a hell of a life

I'm shining in and out of foreign
Cars never boring
Cash steady flowing they got shawty where you goin'?
People see me they ask me shawty where you goin'?
Partners see me they ask meshawty where you goin'?

 

[fox69]

"Hell You Sayin'"
(feat. Iggy Azalea, Young Dro, Travi$ Scott)

"Hell You Sayin'"
(feat. Iggy Azalea, Young Dro, Travi$ Scott)



[Hook: T.I.]
All we really know a kid pimpin', all we do is get fly
VVS shine like the sun outside
Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain't gettin' to the money
Tell that nigga "You a mothafuckin' lie"
Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?
Fuck you thought? Fuck you thought?
Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?
Fuck you talm 'bout? Fuck you talm 'bout?
Nigga hell you sayin'?

[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
Make rain today, it's a drought for you
Y'all ain't crusin' my altitude
I'm a boss bitch, I let you spread the rumors
Yea you talkin' shit but not an ounce true
Million dollar misfit, my money pilin'
All over the lettuce like Thousand Island
My dough runnin' like a broken faucet
I'ma mean mug you in the housin' project
In the drive through, makin' bank deposits
Crazy money, insane asylum
Boss chicks, gotta [?]
And I blow the rest, [?] shoppin
Amsterdam, Germany and Holland
Changin' yo [?], we see the dollars
It's Iggy, bitch, and this boss shit
Where the pounds at? No trainin' topic

[Hook: T.I.]

[Verse 2: T.I.]
All I talk is money, ye ain't got it, ain't nothin'
I'm on the grind, shinin' like an elevator button
Wanna talk? Nigga lissen, call me [?]
You got a bad bitch? I gotta have that buddy
Bein' broke? Nigga please, you can have that, buddy
This nigga say he doin' numbers, where yo math at buddy?
I'm in a mothafuckin' socket, can't unplug it
Think I'm mothafuckin' lyin', try and take somethin' from me
Bitch I'm plugged to the max, pay a dub for a pack
Take it back to the trap, make it jump right back
Break it down into O's, sell quarters of those
If I ain't got it on me, it's some more at the store
I know a thousand mothafuckin' niggas in the city
Say T.I.P. 'bout you, shawty anybody get it
So 'fore you get robbed, get trapped by 80
Just know Hustle Gang thug a hella lot

[Hook: T.I.]

[Verse 3: Young Dro]
We got them niggas over there dead
Coupe Benz, no roof, I'm without head
New shoes, you ain't got this pair yet
Your broad late, kinda on cause I had that
She in the driveway, tryna fix her hair back
I had a dick marathon and she ran that
Lapped that, after that, when her care better
Killed her with the pole, then let her hang half mast
Fuck them, I'm still hoppin' out of foreign cars
I'm a born star and I'm a porn star
I catch you slippin' with triggers and really hit a nigga
By myself, I ain't gotta go get a nigga
Trap Biggie, on track verbally killin' niggas
Sick flow, might need Penicillin, nigga
I do the impossible like I oughta do
And y'all pussy niggas smaller than a molecule
Out!

[Verse 4: Travi$ Scott]
I left my passport overseas
Where it get dark after 3
Never leave the house 'less I'm awfully flee
Always leave the show with somethin' soft to squeeze
Take a little dab of this, a little drag of this
Then she reached down my pants, grabbed my shaggy dick
Left that mothafucka's home covered in my kids
She bossy, get this grip, straight flossin'
Smoke the piece with little coffee
Fresh as hell, no coffin'
I let her talk the shit
Leave the crib, can't walk for shit shit
Buck the dome, Milwaukee shit
Mind so big, gettin' lost and shit
Bossin', hit the club they hear caution
Drunk as hell feelin' nauseous
High as hell, hittin' commas
I’m raunchy, your niggas rock Givenchy
I ain't gotta say it, I ain't gotta wear it
I ain't gotta pay it cause you know it don't cost me

[Hook: T.I.]

 

[fox69]

"Hello"
(feat. Governor)

"Hello"
(feat. Governor)



[Governor]
Hello.. [x9]

[T.I. - Verse 1]
Hey, what's happenin'?
It's been a minute, huh? I'm just hollerin'
How you doin?

It's been a minute since I seen ya,
I fell off for the scene,
Cuz it seem like you wanted other things than da king,
Why you fightin', fussin', cussin', and disagreein' wit da king?
When you got cribs, cars, bling, and a king wit da king?
Is the grass as green as it seemed in ya dreams,
Are you gettin all the things that you needed and I ain't bring,
Does it satisfy your self-esteem bein seen on da screen,
Is this new nigga the real thing or is just a lil' fling?
Did he buy a nice bracelet and get ya a lil' ring?
Or give you all the attention and the lil' things?
He know what to do with the stuff you stuff in them lil' jeans?
Do he stand up and lean in it 'til you start screamin'?
Or smack your ass and kiss your G-String to start eatin? (muah),
You get how you need it, not only when it's convenient,
I just pick up the phone and call you every week or two to let you know I miss you,
To see how that other nigga treatin' you.

[Hook - Governor]
I remember morning, noon, and night,
I used to hold you tight,
I know we used to fuss and fight ,
But I'm just calling to say (hello) Hello, (hello, oh baby)
See time has a funny way of keeping us close,
Even though we never stayed, toghether,
I just wanted to say (hello) hello (hello)

[T.I. - Verse 2]
Hello?
Ay, it's me,
Hey, what's happenin? How ya doin?
I know plenty of niggas pursuin' them panties, all for the screwin',
Fly you down to Miami,
Let you walk the red carpet when I'm at da Grammys,
But I'm what he can never be, a boss, understand me?
He pose and take pictures of things he buy for ya,
He got you a rose, but that don't mean he'd die for ya,
Hey, maybe I got too much pride to cry for ya,
But not too much to call you and tell you that I adore ya,
And tell you how I'm missin you, lovin you, and kissin you,
And think about the good old days and wanna visit you,
This song I'd like to listen to whenever reminisicin' you,
You, stay on my mind nevermind how I picture you,
Think about the past and all the time that I spent witchu,
Rubbin on that ass from behind as I dig in you,
Never been a doubt in my mind that I was diggin' you,
How I love you shorty, you'll never find another nigga to

[Hook x1 - Governor]

[Governor - Verse 3]
Every now and then I think of you,
And I can't lie I be wantin' you,
But I understand that I'm not your man,
And I also know that the future's not in your hands
Every now and then I'd call you to say how you doin,
And baby I miss you,
Girl, this is just to say hello,
Hello Baby.

[Hook x1 Governor]

(Hello, hello.. [fades])

 

[fox69]

"Hello"
(feat. Cee Lo Green)

"Hello"
(feat. Cee Lo Green)



[Intro: T.I.]
Sk8brd
T.I.
Here we go…

[Hook: Cee-Lo Green]
Just keep going, and don't look back
And look forward from where you're at
There's some jealousy in your rearview
Wave hello, hello, hello…
Push that pedal to the max
Count that money that's in your lap
There's some jealousy in your rearview
Hello, hello, hello…

Hello…
Hello…
Hello…
Wave hello, hello, hello…

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Mashin' in the fast lane
Envy in my rearview
Mils in my windshield
Keep 'em in a clear view
Cheers to my partners who got it, we finally did it
And here's to the ones with potential to go and get it
We survived yesterday, foreign ride connoisseurs
Poppin' fly today, tomorrow ain't promised to us
Grind hard for dirty money but our heart's pure
Steady mobbin' on these suckers, man they're so funny to us
Broke niggas all smiles
When they run into us
Get by theyself, they talkin' tough but don't do nothin' to us
Call themselves paper chasin', when wealth be runnin' to us
You violate the Puppet Master, get your string pulled
Hustle Gang, King Team, label me the ring leader
Just showin' haters the tail lights of my two-seaters
Two heaters with me in the ride but I don't need 'em though
Left evil behind me, that's where I plan to keep it, go!

[Hook: Cee-Lo Green]
Just keep going, and don't look back
And look forward from where you're at
There's some jealousy in your rearview
Wave hello, hello, hello…
Push that pedal to the max
Count that money that's in your lap
There's some jealousy in your rearview
Hello, hello, hello…

Hello…
Hello…
Hello…
Wave hello, hello, hello…

[Verse 2: T.I.]
I hustle hard, forever shine
Pay haters no nevermind
Won't stop until we poppin' bottles at the finish line
Never been the quitin' kind
Spirit, ain't no killin' mine
I'm gettin' mine, you don't like it, n*gga, get in line
So many times I've shown dudes I won't lose
Time's precious but waste yours if you want to
Hey I made it and you didn't, for that I ain't to blame
Won't change a thing, the circumstance'll remain the same
Can't complain, I'm highly favored, my flavor's god given
So used to hate appreciation is a odd feelin'
Still I stay focused on the millions, tryin' to dodge prison
Prayin' as if for forgiveness, hopin' God listen
As far as dissin' me, pimpin', go ahead and have a ball
Meanwhile I'm gettin' bread, determined to have it all
I'm talkin' money, sonny, if ain't none of that involved
Why is we conversing? This vehicle ain't reversin', go!

[Hook: Cee-Lo Green]
Just keep going, and don't look back
And look forward from where you're at
There's some jealousy in your rearview
Wave hello, hello, hello…
Push that pedal to the max
Count that money that's in your lap
There's some jealousy in your rearview
Hello, hello, hello…

Hello…
Hello…
Hello…
Wave hello, hello, hello…

[Outro: T.I.]
Ow!
Let's go…
Hands up! Hands up!
Ah…
Get 'em, Tip!

 

[fox69]

"Help Is Coming"

"Help Is Coming"


Help on the way
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
Help on the way
Help on the way
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
Help on the way
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop

They say the game f**ked up
and the records ain't sellin
It was bad in 06' gettin worse in 07'
Market over saturated with all the bootleggin
When it seems better shawty ain't no tellin'
Well, call Lyor, give him this message
Then hit K'ys tell hiim, tell Kevin,
Craig, Julie Greenwald, all of them present
The fifty mill you gave me,
was a sound investment
This time around we gon sell 5,
no less than 4 on a slow day,
call vegas and bet
By the way, if you a winner,
I'm the one you should be with Hit J,
Tell them niggas to bet against
Grand Hustle homie,
I'm a make you respect this
They say "the market share down",
so... I ain't affected
Tell the label relax,
ain't no need to stress shit
Just cut the check a
nd I'll handle the rest...shhiit

They say the game in trouble
Help on the way
Don't worry bout nothin
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
I got this shit
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
Don't worry bout nothin
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
I got this shit
Help on the way
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
It ain't gon Stop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
It ain't gon stop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop

You hear my name so hot, I got the game on lock
You niggas keep floppin, But i remain on top
Still the same ol' me, With the same ol' glock
From the first cd, With the Kangol top
I was hollerin dopeboy when I first came out
It seems like everyone in the dope game now man
I told these niggas that it ain't gon stop
All the hatin' gon' stop or this thang gon' blah
Most of these niggas ,ain't slang ,no blocks
Got a lil' somethin', but it ain't so hot
Try to sell a record when my shit drop
Get the cover of the magazine
when my shit out nope
I think not just why,
if you ever eye with a nigga this fly
You better watch your mouth,
you ain't that high
KING OF THE SOUTH, you ain't that guy

They say the game in trouble
Help on the way
Don't worry bout nothin
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
I got this shit
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
Don't worry bout nothin
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
I got this shit
Help on the way
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
It ain't gon Stop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
It ain't gon stop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop

To the fans and the critics,
think hip hop is missing
This is a lil' proof that hip hop livin'
You can hear a hip hop top now, just listen
Now see a hip hop walk out with 6 bitches
In the ATL, see hip hop chillin'
In a multimillion dollar crib hip hop building
You know how many cars hip hops driven?
Nigga I'm everything hip hop's missing
Nigga you is everything hip hop isn't
My heart and my soul, where hip hop live at
To anyone whos ever said hip hops finished
It can't be dead while I'm still livin in it
I'm livin (and well, might I add that)

They say the game in trouble
Help on the way
Don't worry bout nothin
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
I got this shit
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
Don't worry bout nothin
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
I got this shit
Help on the way
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
It ain't gon Stop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
It ain't gon stop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop

 

[fox69]

"Here We Go Again"

"Here We Go Again"


[Timbaland talking:]
Tip, Tip, Tip, it's Timbo.
I mean what this I hear.. you doin a mixtape..
my nigga but if you gon do it remember that ?track? we started on?
You, you, you go ahead and put that on there.
Sez you wanna do a damn mixtape.. you put that on there.
Timbo to ?Kizznick?

[Chorus:]
(Hey!) Yeah here we go again (here we go),
I know they hate to see us walkin through the door again (door like) (hide your hoes nigga) [x2]
We got your hoe bitch rockin, everybody just jockin,
niggas know they can't stop it so they stand round watchin and shit.
Your bitch she watchin me too, hey you can't stop her from choosing -
I'm way hotter than you, I'm way hotter than you.

[Verse 1:]
Hey, Tip and Timbaland back up on they shit again got your bitch attention cos' I'm cooler than a ceiling fan.
Hey listen man respect my G and I can be a gentleman, or else know all I have before and shit for me to get again.
Different day and maxed out, creepin up on ?s-got?.
Theres gon be trouble if I get hot so try me boy, you best not.
Just part of my ?spottem?, ask whats happenin' theres a problem?
They say I can't have no pistols but them blades I got em'.
Catch em necktight colombian for stuntin like a dummy when confronted wit a ?gun and men?
Excuse me come again?
I thought not better turn around and get to walkin out before this shit get ugly have you and your buddy chalked out like yeah, yeah...

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Hey get your mind right. Stay up out my limelight before I have to do it for ya bro now what that sound like?
No threats just promises, better use your common sense or face the consequences, repercussions and the punishments.
Hey evidently you forgot you dealing wit a parliament, king like Solomon and forces zero tolerance
but disrespect or go against the G-code flex and jack consider this your warning.
Dare a god to learn a lesson, kick the ?messit? when I'm in the club stay up out my section.
If you're lookin for your chick well you'll more likely get ejected specially if she half naked and she choosin on the crew.
Grand Hustle in the building, nigga you know what it do like, like yeah...

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
We hit the dough bullet swag, wonderin where the pussy at.
Me and the bitches wonder bro, what happen, what ya lookin at?
You better change your eyeline fo' we get it crackin holme fed case or not PNC we about that action.
Hi-it the dough bullet swag wonderin where the pussy at,
me and the bitches bro, what happen, what ya lookin' at?
You better change your eyeline fo' we get it crackin holme fed case or not PNC we about that action flashin like, like yeah.

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Here Ye, Hear Ye"
(feat. Pharrell)

"Here Ye, Hear Ye"
(feat. Pharrell)



[Pharrell]
There's a rainbow everywhere depending on where you stand
Whether the dashboard a yay or the walls a hundred grand each
Double R interior tan, outside is peach
Oh you tryna make a deal out in golden beach
Or the Florida Keys ducking the Florida D’s
But you only end up with bricks and sand
I know niggas that run from their shadows like Peter Pan
Running like it’s a Nike commercial but he’s the man
What they don’t like on site he murk like he’s the clan
8 balls the size of baseballs like Jeter’s hand
It fecal fam’, yeah it’s the shit
Zip ya face up when skateboard is on the script
Catch me in the Gap V with some BBC trunks
Flip flops sipping on cream like its punch
I push the spaceship with the chrome lady in the front
Bending over like she just puffed Busta’s blunt
I told y’all muthafuckas once, I think I’m hungry
Finna eat ya’ll niggas lunch
Ya’ll niggas cunts, I’m from the commonwealth
Where wealth ain't common
When niggas roll around with chrome solvers looking for problems
Mouth full of gold, flame when they roll
Arthritic fingers niggas bang when they stroll
Trading in the hats for the cane and the gold
The golds for the chain and the cane was on swole
Ayo Tip get these pion niggas told

[T.I.]
Still stand tall when it all falls down
Whether Hollywood hills or a one horse town
You should know better, there’s no better than these four letters
More than ever niggas want me dead
Cause they starving and I’m getting fed
But fuck ‘em anyway
I’d rather be me on my worst day than to be a sucka nigga on his birthday
All cake no candles, just a living example
Ten toes down all out no sandals
Godfather, a young Marlon Brando
Let me make sure they understand yo
Here ye, here ye, you wise you fear me
Real niggas on they shine, much obliged, merci!
Everybody wanna criticise him ’bout how bad he ended up
Look how bad he coulda been
I coulda caught a body sold a brick to somebody
Who volunteered my information to the federales
I made it outta all of that like I ain't gon be proud of that
So petty shit, you sticking to me, gimme all you got of that
Doing this for all my niggas
Who ’bout to go to prison and let a nigga kill ‘em
So we leaving this PO snub nose in his denim
Trap or death is waiting round the corners that he been in
On bended knee, God forgive us, we’ve been sinning
In our defence, look at the options we’ve been given
Laying in the prison cell staring at the ceiling
Back in this bitch again, I guess they weren’t bullshittin’ huh
Still wonder where it all went wrong
Since Phil got killed I ain't never moved on
Like I’m still in the club where the blows got thrown
When my crown fell down and I got dethroned
Bunch of niggas around but I feel all alone
Like a piece of me is missin’, guess it never came home
Probably died in a van when it all hit the fan
Save the life of a friend we don’t all get the chance
Now here I stand with blood on my hands trying hard to explain so hi’ mom understand
I done fought for the loss for the soul of a man
Only soldiers know how that’ll take a toll on a man
Burdens on the World of my shoulders: heavy
Visibly composed, my emotions buried
Scary, so if I pop a pill, smoke a blunt or take a shot
ya’ll let a niggga live
Still baffled how my life unravelled
In the meantime time just travelled
Can’t see behind the walls of my castle
Opinionated pions son but who asked you
I tell you what you do
Take ya two cents
Kick rocks to a fountain pitching to make a wish
Shit, if wishes had wings, they’d all make it to heaven
and we’d all be kings
If wishes had wings, they’d all make it to heaven
and we’d all be kings
Yeah