T.I.
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- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
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"24's"
"24's"
money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggaz roll
blowing dro on 24's,
thats how all my niggas roll
money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggaz roll
blowing dro on 24's,
thats how all my niggas roll
[T.I.]
in a drop top chevy with the roof wide open my partners looking at me to see if my eyes open cause I've been drankin, and
I've
been smokin and flying down 285 but I'm focused its a four fifty four SS, I raise Porches white leather seats,
as fresh
as air forces doing 'bout a hundred but the track still bumping number 8 on NWA straight out of Compton pull up at your
apartment sitting on 20 something and the dope boys, saying the kids running in the clicks start dealing and the broads start
choosing and the cars been parked but the rims keep moving
sign pictures by the hundred, to the youngins in the hood cause I
ain't Hollywood, I come from the hood I'm use to it, if your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating 24 inch jays got the
chevrolet shaking
[Chorus]
money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggaz roll
blowing dro on 24's,
thats how all my niggas roll
money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggaz roll
blowing dro on 24's,
thats how all my niggas roll
[T.I.]
I'll make a mill and I'm satisfied, I'll get the rest at the age of seventeen, entertaining the rides, I want the best I
refuse
to get a 9 to 5, I'm a flip my keys been paying my dues since 89, trying to get my cheese diamonds gleam when I'm on the
scene, they know its me aint no dream or no fantasy b*tch its T I P brought busting, like a baby do a blanket 5 karats on my
motherfucking pinkie, half of hennessy and belevedere what we dranking, pimps send for broads what the hell you niggas
thinkin, yall niggas spend a weekend in the islands in the fall, 24 inch rim shining when I'm riding cause I'm ballin I'm
calling out shots like a pool shark my tools spark, when I fool yall, yall fools hard in the wrong place and the wrong time,
got a strong mind to grab my dro nine, and shoot at your ass for a long time but I'm a get that ass, all dog, fuck around
with
the click get shot like a dick with a stick, cause yall lost cause I'm a ball at all costs, spit game at a dame, look
around at this thang till she falls off
[Chorus]
money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggaz roll
blowing dro on 24's,
thats how all my niggas roll
money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggaz roll
blowing dro on 24's,
thats how all my niggas roll
[T.I.]
I'm not bouncing little shorty, I'm relaxing right now I probably still be trappin if I wasnt rapping right now bragging
about pistols at the house, guess whos strapped right now keep a talking I'm a lay you on your back right now wanta act
right now,get smacked right now, I'm a bankhead motherfucka I dont know to back down, clown down talking to your friends,
talking about
what you making I'm 21 in 10 deep, that shit to me ain't nothing , getting played by the niggas getting head, for the
change,
my lead wanta spray and your dead with decay, they ain't ready for the raidpay heavy for the yay, tell my class to kiss my
ass, I make a 11 everyday
[Chorus]
money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggaz roll
blowing dro on 24's,
thats how all my niggas roll
money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggaz roll
blowing dro on 24's,
thats how all my niggas roll
[Repeats till fades]
"24's"
money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggaz roll
blowing dro on 24's,
thats how all my niggas roll
money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggaz roll
blowing dro on 24's,
thats how all my niggas roll
[T.I.]
in a drop top chevy with the roof wide open my partners looking at me to see if my eyes open cause I've been drankin, and
I've
been smokin and flying down 285 but I'm focused its a four fifty four SS, I raise Porches white leather seats,
as fresh
as air forces doing 'bout a hundred but the track still bumping number 8 on NWA straight out of Compton pull up at your
apartment sitting on 20 something and the dope boys, saying the kids running in the clicks start dealing and the broads start
choosing and the cars been parked but the rims keep moving
sign pictures by the hundred, to the youngins in the hood cause I
ain't Hollywood, I come from the hood I'm use to it, if your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating 24 inch jays got the
chevrolet shaking
[Chorus]
money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggaz roll
blowing dro on 24's,
thats how all my niggas roll
money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggaz roll
blowing dro on 24's,
thats how all my niggas roll
[T.I.]
I'll make a mill and I'm satisfied, I'll get the rest at the age of seventeen, entertaining the rides, I want the best I
refuse
to get a 9 to 5, I'm a flip my keys been paying my dues since 89, trying to get my cheese diamonds gleam when I'm on the
scene, they know its me aint no dream or no fantasy b*tch its T I P brought busting, like a baby do a blanket 5 karats on my
motherfucking pinkie, half of hennessy and belevedere what we dranking, pimps send for broads what the hell you niggas
thinkin, yall niggas spend a weekend in the islands in the fall, 24 inch rim shining when I'm riding cause I'm ballin I'm
calling out shots like a pool shark my tools spark, when I fool yall, yall fools hard in the wrong place and the wrong time,
got a strong mind to grab my dro nine, and shoot at your ass for a long time but I'm a get that ass, all dog, fuck around
with
the click get shot like a dick with a stick, cause yall lost cause I'm a ball at all costs, spit game at a dame, look
around at this thang till she falls off
[Chorus]
money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggaz roll
blowing dro on 24's,
thats how all my niggas roll
money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggaz roll
blowing dro on 24's,
thats how all my niggas roll
[T.I.]
I'm not bouncing little shorty, I'm relaxing right now I probably still be trappin if I wasnt rapping right now bragging
about pistols at the house, guess whos strapped right now keep a talking I'm a lay you on your back right now wanta act
right now,get smacked right now, I'm a bankhead motherfucka I dont know to back down, clown down talking to your friends,
talking about
what you making I'm 21 in 10 deep, that shit to me ain't nothing , getting played by the niggas getting head, for the
change,
my lead wanta spray and your dead with decay, they ain't ready for the raidpay heavy for the yay, tell my class to kiss my
ass, I make a 11 everyday
[Chorus]
money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggaz roll
blowing dro on 24's,
thats how all my niggas roll
money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggaz roll
blowing dro on 24's,
thats how all my niggas roll
[Repeats till fades]
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"4 Lit"
(with B.o.B, T.I. & Ra Ra)
"4 Lit"
(with B.o.B, T.I. & Ra Ra)
[B.o.B:]
Should be two lit, should be four lit
Pick me up before six
Got a bitch, with another bitch
We ain't trippin' cause we all here
Ya we all with the function
Ya we all with the function
Two lit, should be four lit
We ain't trippin' cause we all here
Ya yo that-that-that's the shit I like
I ain't got no top I can't decide
Girl like girl like girl they can't deny
[?] pussy with a side of 'Y'
No it ain't no telling what we might do
[?] with a [?]
Reefer got me so she got my eyes glued
Oh ya that's my girl and that's our wife too
[B.o.B:]
Lit, should be four lit
Pick me up before six
Got a bitch, with another bitch
We ain't trippin' cause we all here
Ya we all with the function
Ya we all with the function
Two lit, should be four lit
We ain't trippin' cause we all here
[T.I.:]
Shit
You know we all with it
[?]
Hey put that phone down [?]
Hey put some money up in here, so independent girl
But I'm just try'na put some diamonds in your pendant, get your titty fit
Presidential suite some private jets outside the city shit
One thing I can't stand is a petty hoe
Can't keep your business to yourself, don't go to tell a fool
About where you been and how much pussy you be selling for
Don't wanna see her with a telescope, tell 'em go
[B.o.B:]
Should be two lit, should be four lit
Pick me up before six
Got a bitch, with another bitch
We ain't trippin' cause we all here
Ya we all with the function
Ya we all with the function
Two lit, should be four lit
We ain't trippin' cause we all here
[RaRa:]
Drop, top, all, summer
All the bad bitches love the young roadrunner
Young new comer cause the trap suit jump
Made the play [?] count two hump
All the [?] in the hood little bit of [?]
All the niggas in my hood want more comma
Like ball J G want no drama
No farmer, dope chrome, bitch your momma
Kobe Bryant with the 20 E flying with it
I ain't gotta go and get it [?]
Dit bit, dat bit, out on my dick, eh
We ain't trippin bout the [?], oh we all lit [?]
[B.o.B:]
Should be two lit, should be four lit
Pick me up before six
Got a bitch, with another bitch
We ain't trippin cause we all here
Ya we all with the function
Ya we all with the function
Two lit, should be four lit
(with B.o.B, T.I. & Ra Ra)
"4 Lit"
(with B.o.B, T.I. & Ra Ra)
[B.o.B:]
Should be two lit, should be four lit
Pick me up before six
Got a bitch, with another bitch
We ain't trippin' cause we all here
Ya we all with the function
Ya we all with the function
Two lit, should be four lit
We ain't trippin' cause we all here
Ya yo that-that-that's the shit I like
I ain't got no top I can't decide
Girl like girl like girl they can't deny
[?] pussy with a side of 'Y'
No it ain't no telling what we might do
[?] with a [?]
Reefer got me so she got my eyes glued
Oh ya that's my girl and that's our wife too
[B.o.B:]
Lit, should be four lit
Pick me up before six
Got a bitch, with another bitch
We ain't trippin' cause we all here
Ya we all with the function
Ya we all with the function
Two lit, should be four lit
We ain't trippin' cause we all here
[T.I.:]
Shit
You know we all with it
[?]
Hey put that phone down [?]
Hey put some money up in here, so independent girl
But I'm just try'na put some diamonds in your pendant, get your titty fit
Presidential suite some private jets outside the city shit
One thing I can't stand is a petty hoe
Can't keep your business to yourself, don't go to tell a fool
About where you been and how much pussy you be selling for
Don't wanna see her with a telescope, tell 'em go
[B.o.B:]
Should be two lit, should be four lit
Pick me up before six
Got a bitch, with another bitch
We ain't trippin' cause we all here
Ya we all with the function
Ya we all with the function
Two lit, should be four lit
We ain't trippin' cause we all here
[RaRa:]
Drop, top, all, summer
All the bad bitches love the young roadrunner
Young new comer cause the trap suit jump
Made the play [?] count two hump
All the [?] in the hood little bit of [?]
All the niggas in my hood want more comma
Like ball J G want no drama
No farmer, dope chrome, bitch your momma
Kobe Bryant with the 20 E flying with it
I ain't gotta go and get it [?]
Dit bit, dat bit, out on my dick, eh
We ain't trippin bout the [?], oh we all lit [?]
[B.o.B:]
Should be two lit, should be four lit
Pick me up before six
Got a bitch, with another bitch
We ain't trippin cause we all here
Ya we all with the function
Ya we all with the function
Two lit, should be four lit
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"40 Acres"
(feat. B Rossi & Killer Mike)
"40 Acres"
(feat. B Rossi & Killer Mike)
[B. Rossi:]
She done put her reparations in a handbag
He done spent his reparations on his swag, swag
A black nigga, put your fortunes in a sandbag
Laugh at your misfortune then we put it in a hashtag
Ain't no leaders only leisure, only reapers, ain't no sowers
They get higher, we get lower, damn it's over
If racism ain't in color then it's damn sure in the class
Got the races on each other, you got niggas then there's blacks
You got crackers then there's whites, separated by the green
After five hundred years, think we play for the same team
Smokescreen, make the president the black guy
It ain't no reason why you shouldn't have success, right?
Forty acres and a Muller
I spent my reparations on the jeweler
I bought a timepiece, now ain't no lookin' back
Now ask them muthafuckas what the fuck they lookin' at
Uh, forty acres and a mule, forty acres and a mule
These niggas actin' fuckin' fools for forty acres and a mule
[Killer Mike:]
Anybody interrupt freedom, kill 'em
Word to Robert F. Williams, feel 'em
Devil got me sick to my stomach, boo
Word to Elijah Muhammad, ooh
I don't give a damn what the preacher ever tell y'all
Jesus, Muhammad, ain't comin', woo
I'm a tell y'all what the ancestors shoulda done did when they seen the first boat comin, yeah
Killed every man, child, woman, yeah
Killed every damn thing on it, yeah
Killed everything if it looked European, send it back to the Queen like, ho
You ever step your foot in Kemet, bitch we slit your throat
We send them funny fuck boy preacher types back to the Pope
Fuck is you? Fuck your Zeus or fuck Medusa
This the school of Shaka Zulu
Fast forward to the future, choppa do you
We done dyin' and they cryin' and we screamin' hallelujah
When them crackas ask why say we did it for Lumumba, fucker
[B. Rossi:]
Forty acres and a Muller
I spent my reparations on the jeweler
I bought a timepiece, now ain't no lookin' back
Now ask them muthafuckas what the fuck they lookin' at
Uh, forty acres and a mule, forty acres and a mule
These niggas actin' fuckin' fools for forty acres and a mule
[T.I.:]
Load up my clip off a Zimmerman
Filling my pocket with Benjamins
Who the fuck are you? I been a man
Them crackers see me "oh not him again"
Take your ass out the trap middle finger to Trump
Fuck the police, they crooked as they come
They pull you over and know you legit
Ask you for your license, when you reach then they dump
Now the prison yard like the cotton field
House nigga's snitchin', that's what got 'em killed
Nigga thought he made it cause he got a deal
First album suppo' been outta here
Not quite dude, back to selling blow
On some 24s I'm a send it here, learn to stay silent
Learn more on these streets then they did in they college
I'm certified, don't murder guys
But my niggas still far from civilized
Kill for anything but civil rights be the murder case
Cause a nigga like, they heard it from the king, from the king
What you mean, bitch?
Trade my forty acres from my mule and my necklace, yeah
[B. Rossi:]
Forty acres and a Muller
I spent my reparations on the jeweler
I bought a timepiece, now ain't no lookin' back
Now ask them muthafuckas what the fuck they lookin' at
Uh, forty acres and a mule, forty acres and a mule
These niggas actin' fuckin' fools for forty acres and a mule
(feat. B Rossi & Killer Mike)
"40 Acres"
(feat. B Rossi & Killer Mike)
[B. Rossi:]
She done put her reparations in a handbag
He done spent his reparations on his swag, swag
A black nigga, put your fortunes in a sandbag
Laugh at your misfortune then we put it in a hashtag
Ain't no leaders only leisure, only reapers, ain't no sowers
They get higher, we get lower, damn it's over
If racism ain't in color then it's damn sure in the class
Got the races on each other, you got niggas then there's blacks
You got crackers then there's whites, separated by the green
After five hundred years, think we play for the same team
Smokescreen, make the president the black guy
It ain't no reason why you shouldn't have success, right?
Forty acres and a Muller
I spent my reparations on the jeweler
I bought a timepiece, now ain't no lookin' back
Now ask them muthafuckas what the fuck they lookin' at
Uh, forty acres and a mule, forty acres and a mule
These niggas actin' fuckin' fools for forty acres and a mule
[Killer Mike:]
Anybody interrupt freedom, kill 'em
Word to Robert F. Williams, feel 'em
Devil got me sick to my stomach, boo
Word to Elijah Muhammad, ooh
I don't give a damn what the preacher ever tell y'all
Jesus, Muhammad, ain't comin', woo
I'm a tell y'all what the ancestors shoulda done did when they seen the first boat comin, yeah
Killed every man, child, woman, yeah
Killed every damn thing on it, yeah
Killed everything if it looked European, send it back to the Queen like, ho
You ever step your foot in Kemet, bitch we slit your throat
We send them funny fuck boy preacher types back to the Pope
Fuck is you? Fuck your Zeus or fuck Medusa
This the school of Shaka Zulu
Fast forward to the future, choppa do you
We done dyin' and they cryin' and we screamin' hallelujah
When them crackas ask why say we did it for Lumumba, fucker
[B. Rossi:]
Forty acres and a Muller
I spent my reparations on the jeweler
I bought a timepiece, now ain't no lookin' back
Now ask them muthafuckas what the fuck they lookin' at
Uh, forty acres and a mule, forty acres and a mule
These niggas actin' fuckin' fools for forty acres and a mule
[T.I.:]
Load up my clip off a Zimmerman
Filling my pocket with Benjamins
Who the fuck are you? I been a man
Them crackers see me "oh not him again"
Take your ass out the trap middle finger to Trump
Fuck the police, they crooked as they come
They pull you over and know you legit
Ask you for your license, when you reach then they dump
Now the prison yard like the cotton field
House nigga's snitchin', that's what got 'em killed
Nigga thought he made it cause he got a deal
First album suppo' been outta here
Not quite dude, back to selling blow
On some 24s I'm a send it here, learn to stay silent
Learn more on these streets then they did in they college
I'm certified, don't murder guys
But my niggas still far from civilized
Kill for anything but civil rights be the murder case
Cause a nigga like, they heard it from the king, from the king
What you mean, bitch?
Trade my forty acres from my mule and my necklace, yeah
[B. Rossi:]
Forty acres and a Muller
I spent my reparations on the jeweler
I bought a timepiece, now ain't no lookin' back
Now ask them muthafuckas what the fuck they lookin' at
Uh, forty acres and a mule, forty acres and a mule
These niggas actin' fuckin' fools for forty acres and a mule
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"56 Bars (Intro)"
"56 Bars (Intro)"
[Intro: T.I.]
Yeahhhhh (hey!)
Hahaha, hey, hey, ha (all right)
Aight Toomp man, this what the folks been waitin on I guess (that's right)
Let's give it to 'em baby (hey!)
Grand Hustle nigga
Ay man, they been waitin on this shit since "What You Know" huh?
Yeahhhh, it's the king bitch!
Aight my nigga, the wait is over nigga
Hey, hey!
[T.I.]
One for the money, two for the show dawg
Three for the niggaz hatin on the low, y'all
Know a picture's worth a million words I'ma show y'all
Death before dishonor, family befo' all
Without the braids I'm the closest thing to O-Dog
Minus the testimony; say it ain't so homie
Hey! Shorty like that, don't he?
World hopped off my jock, I got 'em right back on it
Ohh! Step back, brush myself off
Picked in and back up right where I left off
I could show my dough that other guys just talk
Hey where I live just as big as yo' projects dawg
AY! Ha ha, better check my swagger
How I walk, how I talk, how I stack that cheddar
What I drive, how I dress, nigga less just better
A hundred stacks on that nigga I'm just, better
Hahahaha, somebody better tell 'em mayne
They swag owe my swag everythang
It's very plain to see you study me awful hard
To the point that my swag need a bodyguard
I'd like to thank you cause in all of y'all oughta be
havin y'all swag sendin mines an apology
A lot of little me's I see, got beef
But what's the possibilities? Stop seek, you not me
Hardly worth a hill of beans, step up to the guillotine
Get decapitated, don't see how half of you rappers made it
Say good-bye to the fame and fortune, c'est la vie
And what the game need with you nigga? They got me
I ride through the city, so clean, seat really low
Automo-bil-ey so, pretty but I'm illy though
No comparison, ain't a nigga mo', thorough than
this gangsta American flow, doper than heroin
King like Evelyn, champagne mayne
So deranged and belligerent; right up there with Benjamin
Who? Andre 3K, B.I.G., Jay-Z, UGK
Scarface, Makaveli the great, Wayne, Common, Kanye and, Lupe
So fuck what you say, you welcome to add to you may
Bet they say as of today I'm back on top like a toupee
Hey! All objections overruled, it's overdue
Both hype, it's over too, I'm so high, up over you
Same guy you see in the streets is as fly as here in the booth
So don't be surprised when you meet me to see I'm really the truth
Ooh, so uncouth, nigga who want proof?
Must agree if shit I did can't no one undo
I stay on my, one-two, nigga who want two?
Turn a brunch into a brawl, do what you gon' do
I'm why it's, hot as a bitch in here still, cool as a Frigidaire
This year I'm on a mission dear, think that was somethin missin here
"56 Bars (Intro)"
[Intro: T.I.]
Yeahhhhh (hey!)
Hahaha, hey, hey, ha (all right)
Aight Toomp man, this what the folks been waitin on I guess (that's right)
Let's give it to 'em baby (hey!)
Grand Hustle nigga
Ay man, they been waitin on this shit since "What You Know" huh?
Yeahhhh, it's the king bitch!
Aight my nigga, the wait is over nigga
Hey, hey!
[T.I.]
One for the money, two for the show dawg
Three for the niggaz hatin on the low, y'all
Know a picture's worth a million words I'ma show y'all
Death before dishonor, family befo' all
Without the braids I'm the closest thing to O-Dog
Minus the testimony; say it ain't so homie
Hey! Shorty like that, don't he?
World hopped off my jock, I got 'em right back on it
Ohh! Step back, brush myself off
Picked in and back up right where I left off
I could show my dough that other guys just talk
Hey where I live just as big as yo' projects dawg
AY! Ha ha, better check my swagger
How I walk, how I talk, how I stack that cheddar
What I drive, how I dress, nigga less just better
A hundred stacks on that nigga I'm just, better
Hahahaha, somebody better tell 'em mayne
They swag owe my swag everythang
It's very plain to see you study me awful hard
To the point that my swag need a bodyguard
I'd like to thank you cause in all of y'all oughta be
havin y'all swag sendin mines an apology
A lot of little me's I see, got beef
But what's the possibilities? Stop seek, you not me
Hardly worth a hill of beans, step up to the guillotine
Get decapitated, don't see how half of you rappers made it
Say good-bye to the fame and fortune, c'est la vie
And what the game need with you nigga? They got me
I ride through the city, so clean, seat really low
Automo-bil-ey so, pretty but I'm illy though
No comparison, ain't a nigga mo', thorough than
this gangsta American flow, doper than heroin
King like Evelyn, champagne mayne
So deranged and belligerent; right up there with Benjamin
Who? Andre 3K, B.I.G., Jay-Z, UGK
Scarface, Makaveli the great, Wayne, Common, Kanye and, Lupe
So fuck what you say, you welcome to add to you may
Bet they say as of today I'm back on top like a toupee
Hey! All objections overruled, it's overdue
Both hype, it's over too, I'm so high, up over you
Same guy you see in the streets is as fly as here in the booth
So don't be surprised when you meet me to see I'm really the truth
Ooh, so uncouth, nigga who want proof?
Must agree if shit I did can't no one undo
I stay on my, one-two, nigga who want two?
Turn a brunch into a brawl, do what you gon' do
I'm why it's, hot as a bitch in here still, cool as a Frigidaire
This year I'm on a mission dear, think that was somethin missin here
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"About My Issue"
(feat. Victoria Monet & Nipsey Hussle)
"About My Issue"
(feat. Victoria Monet & Nipsey Hussle)
[Intro - T.I.:]
Search far and wide and I bet you'll never find a lil' nigga with a heart this size. Keep me separate and apart from all these frauds. They see me get appalled, you know why?
[Hook - Victoria Monet:]
I'm about my issue babe
And you can tell by my name, yeah
I'm about my issue babe
Whatever stands in my way, yeah
Ooh, la da da, da da da, la da da da da da da
Ooh, la da da, da da da, la da da da da da da
[Verse 1 - T.I.:]
Every time I take, penitentiary chance all I take
God with me I'm a find my way
Nigga they ain't even fuck around nowaday
Feds came in the house, say they found my yay
A couple handguns and a new SK
Bag full of weed and some gram of yay
But fuck it though I gotta keep my grandma straight
Catch a case, getaway by the grace of God
Standing on the corner slanging slabs of hard
Just a young soldier no camouflage
Man them niggas ain't tough they're just playing hard
I pull a fuck nigga card on GP
Between 'em make 11 mill and peewee
We spray your block, turn around pull and repeat
And let everybody look at it on TV
I'm certified I'm gangster, getting on the rock like my banker
I'm in the gated mansion, no neighbor
New Italian suits on my hangers
I got Cuban links and diamond rings
Solitaries of shiny things
Aye fuck how tough you tryin' to seem
Come try the king, cause I'm about my
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - T.I.:]
Have you ever heard? The point blank blast of a Mossberg
Whole block never mind, look you've not heard
Lil' nigga keep it moving like they not scared
And I hear it, they do or die
Kill after kill in the coupe so fly
Man the niggas over there tried to shoot your guy
Man the fully automatic.22 go by like damn
And they fly as I am, it's hard for you to tell how high I am
Oh my God damn, you see it don't believe it still
And all I ever had was a Glock 23 and an extra mag
Presidential weed and a extra bag
2 or 3 bad bitches I'm a get the friend
We set to land and I'm a get the plan
How to violate your little sexy ass
Then get in the Jag
Just ride this till you get to splash
You a wild girl, go cowgirl
Keep the noise down, you loud girl
Turn down, don't know how girl
No white girl cause
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Nipsey Hu$$le:]
Couldn't listen to niggas they said I dream too much
Heart fucked up, guess I sing too much
Numb to it now, bring a gun to it now
When this shit pop I'm a run to it now
Niggas talk loud but they dumb to announce
Read he got away so he tryna play it down
When they kick down your door and they run through your house
Cuffs on your wrists and they cussin' you out
It'll make sense then, telling you that they got your prints then
What's the reward for your risk then?
Niggas game goofy, this just in
Time after time, know we need a light nigga blind lead the blind
Why do we ride? Grind to provide nigga not just to shine
Blood in my eyes, stress on my mind let a fly nigga fly
9 on my side, God I'm your child but times are so wild
Playing with me? I'm a draw down and I'm a show out
If it gotta go down, I'm prepared to go now cause
[Hook]
(feat. Victoria Monet & Nipsey Hussle)
"About My Issue"
(feat. Victoria Monet & Nipsey Hussle)
[Intro - T.I.:]
Search far and wide and I bet you'll never find a lil' nigga with a heart this size. Keep me separate and apart from all these frauds. They see me get appalled, you know why?
[Hook - Victoria Monet:]
I'm about my issue babe
And you can tell by my name, yeah
I'm about my issue babe
Whatever stands in my way, yeah
Ooh, la da da, da da da, la da da da da da da
Ooh, la da da, da da da, la da da da da da da
[Verse 1 - T.I.:]
Every time I take, penitentiary chance all I take
God with me I'm a find my way
Nigga they ain't even fuck around nowaday
Feds came in the house, say they found my yay
A couple handguns and a new SK
Bag full of weed and some gram of yay
But fuck it though I gotta keep my grandma straight
Catch a case, getaway by the grace of God
Standing on the corner slanging slabs of hard
Just a young soldier no camouflage
Man them niggas ain't tough they're just playing hard
I pull a fuck nigga card on GP
Between 'em make 11 mill and peewee
We spray your block, turn around pull and repeat
And let everybody look at it on TV
I'm certified I'm gangster, getting on the rock like my banker
I'm in the gated mansion, no neighbor
New Italian suits on my hangers
I got Cuban links and diamond rings
Solitaries of shiny things
Aye fuck how tough you tryin' to seem
Come try the king, cause I'm about my
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - T.I.:]
Have you ever heard? The point blank blast of a Mossberg
Whole block never mind, look you've not heard
Lil' nigga keep it moving like they not scared
And I hear it, they do or die
Kill after kill in the coupe so fly
Man the niggas over there tried to shoot your guy
Man the fully automatic.22 go by like damn
And they fly as I am, it's hard for you to tell how high I am
Oh my God damn, you see it don't believe it still
And all I ever had was a Glock 23 and an extra mag
Presidential weed and a extra bag
2 or 3 bad bitches I'm a get the friend
We set to land and I'm a get the plan
How to violate your little sexy ass
Then get in the Jag
Just ride this till you get to splash
You a wild girl, go cowgirl
Keep the noise down, you loud girl
Turn down, don't know how girl
No white girl cause
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Nipsey Hu$$le:]
Couldn't listen to niggas they said I dream too much
Heart fucked up, guess I sing too much
Numb to it now, bring a gun to it now
When this shit pop I'm a run to it now
Niggas talk loud but they dumb to announce
Read he got away so he tryna play it down
When they kick down your door and they run through your house
Cuffs on your wrists and they cussin' you out
It'll make sense then, telling you that they got your prints then
What's the reward for your risk then?
Niggas game goofy, this just in
Time after time, know we need a light nigga blind lead the blind
Why do we ride? Grind to provide nigga not just to shine
Blood in my eyes, stress on my mind let a fly nigga fly
9 on my side, God I'm your child but times are so wild
Playing with me? I'm a draw down and I'm a show out
If it gotta go down, I'm prepared to go now cause
[Hook]
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"About The Money"
(feat. Young Thug)
"About The Money"
(feat. Young Thug)
[Intro - London On Da Track:]
We Got London On Da Track!
[Verse 1 - Young Thug:]
Bustin' out the bando
A nigga jewelry real metal like a can opener
I went from rags to riches to a feature with Tip
I went from Smart Car to a bitch with some smart lips
And the F&N make my hip limp
I'm goin' fishin' with these little bitty shrimp dips
And my bank roll got a big dip
She gon' bring it on a big ship
Quite trill, no Quik Trip
I got drugs in the alley, kno Tip there
She just wanna have a good day
Smoke way more weed than a guy in L.A
I want them birds 'til next May
Never let em fly away
What!? I heard, aye
Listen what my nigga Tip say
[Hook - T.I.:]
If it ain't about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up
If it ain't about the money
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time
If it ain't about the money
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't about the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it
[Post-Hook - Young Thug:]
I pack an 11, I pack an 11
I ride in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe
I'm shine like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the Gucci store, they stuck with lettuce
She try make the extras, I told on these bitches
When it's bout time to pay I'm a bail on these bitches
[Verse 2 - T.I.:]
Ay what you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin' at the corner store with a pocket full of dough
I'll be damned if a nigga wife a hood ho
Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones"
Put your money down, I could buck a hard 4
You playin' with it, I'm a send 'em through your car door
My watch flooded, shit sick, got Parvo
I'm doin' it for black and yellow, free Hardo
The head honcho, nigga no Tonto, nigga
I'm quick to put some bricks in a Bronco, nigga
Niggas talk shit, well I don't respond to no nigga
No murder, no dough, no convo
[Hook]
[Post-Hook]
[Verse 3 - T.I.:]
Ay what you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin' in the trap, slangin' good blow
Maybach used to slang that crack
Buy a stolen car while he bang that AK
If you ever took a loss better bring that back
Catcha' witcha' betcha' heat will blow your brains bout that
Know you better be, on your best behavior when addressing me
Byegones, we don't let em be
Niggas disrespect me, I'm a catch a felony
If you listen I can get you paid
But not interested in shit you say
[Hook]
[Post-Hook]
[Outro - T.I.:]
Ay what you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin' at the corner store with a pocket full of dough
I'll be damned if a nigga wife a hood ho
Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones", nigga!
(feat. Young Thug)
"About The Money"
(feat. Young Thug)
[Intro - London On Da Track:]
We Got London On Da Track!
[Verse 1 - Young Thug:]
Bustin' out the bando
A nigga jewelry real metal like a can opener
I went from rags to riches to a feature with Tip
I went from Smart Car to a bitch with some smart lips
And the F&N make my hip limp
I'm goin' fishin' with these little bitty shrimp dips
And my bank roll got a big dip
She gon' bring it on a big ship
Quite trill, no Quik Trip
I got drugs in the alley, kno Tip there
She just wanna have a good day
Smoke way more weed than a guy in L.A
I want them birds 'til next May
Never let em fly away
What!? I heard, aye
Listen what my nigga Tip say
[Hook - T.I.:]
If it ain't about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up
If it ain't about the money
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time
If it ain't about the money
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't about the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it
[Post-Hook - Young Thug:]
I pack an 11, I pack an 11
I ride in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe
I'm shine like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the Gucci store, they stuck with lettuce
She try make the extras, I told on these bitches
When it's bout time to pay I'm a bail on these bitches
[Verse 2 - T.I.:]
Ay what you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin' at the corner store with a pocket full of dough
I'll be damned if a nigga wife a hood ho
Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones"
Put your money down, I could buck a hard 4
You playin' with it, I'm a send 'em through your car door
My watch flooded, shit sick, got Parvo
I'm doin' it for black and yellow, free Hardo
The head honcho, nigga no Tonto, nigga
I'm quick to put some bricks in a Bronco, nigga
Niggas talk shit, well I don't respond to no nigga
No murder, no dough, no convo
[Hook]
[Post-Hook]
[Verse 3 - T.I.:]
Ay what you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin' in the trap, slangin' good blow
Maybach used to slang that crack
Buy a stolen car while he bang that AK
If you ever took a loss better bring that back
Catcha' witcha' betcha' heat will blow your brains bout that
Know you better be, on your best behavior when addressing me
Byegones, we don't let em be
Niggas disrespect me, I'm a catch a felony
If you listen I can get you paid
But not interested in shit you say
[Hook]
[Post-Hook]
[Outro - T.I.:]
Ay what you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin' at the corner store with a pocket full of dough
I'll be damned if a nigga wife a hood ho
Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones", nigga!
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"About The Money (Remix)"
(feat. Young Thug, Jeezy, & Lil Wayne)
"About The Money (Remix)"
(feat. Young Thug, Jeezy, & Lil Wayne)
[Verse 1 - Jeezy:]
I step up in this bitch like Moses
Damn right, motherfucker, Red Sea got departed
This is that All About The Money Remix?
Well, I'm a kill a motherfucker before it even get started
The chrome to the bricks, nigga rag to the riches
Damn right, nigga did it with his soul
Nigga still livin' like a G, keep some niggas 'round me
That'll kill your ass like some Ebola
Serve 'em out the Range Rover
I swear my Rollie stay shining like a rainbow
I took that money machine, filled it with hella green
You be shining like I sprayed you with some oil sheen
DC, Young Fly, now what the fuck you mean?
Young said he Seen It All, now what the fuck ya'll seen?
Grow up in the [?], came in a helicopter
David Beckham, way I kick it like I'm playing hella soccer
I turn the valet to a helipad
Nigga straight walk up in the bitch like I'm Nino
From the coat on my back, to the shoes on my feet
Everything on me Valentino
I'm talkin' Boyz In Tha Hood with the solo, nigga
Testarossa back then, ex polo nigga
Niggas still on my dick, what you a homo, nigga?
When you sayin' my name it's free promo, nigga
[Hook - T.I.:]
If it ain't about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up
If it ain't about the money
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time
If it ain't about the money
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't about the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it
Turn it!
[Verse 2 - T.I. & Young Thug:]
What you think I'm standin' in the trap for?
With the fully automatic at the back door
Cause when it's on, know it's on, call me king Corleone
I'm a keep it 1000 like a crack ounce
Give a damn if you flat broke
I'm fitlhy rich, I'm still the same, that's a fact though
Oh yeah, we all about the money, nigga
All you got is money when my name hold weight like a fat ho
I can never join in the game unless I'm capo
Milkin' these niggas even though I'm fuckin' lactose
Take off on the cops, mama said don't look back bro
I'm in New York and I'm ballin' just like a Net though
I'm drinkin' bubblegum pink like Pepto
Bizmo, bet she wanna come through
And get low, I'm a be with Haitians
All my Zoe's, Tip tell these niggas, bro
Bank roll mafia, yeah, we all we retarded
I'm a give you 15 from the carbine
Hit you in the leg, in your head, then your face
When you dead bet ya I'm a take your place on the Forbes list
So better remember with the bullshit partna
I'll be hopping out your bushes with a full clip, got 'em
I'll take a big stick to a fuck nigga neck
Swinging at him kind of like a piñata
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne:]
I'm a beast with the choppa, I'm the same without it
Graduated from the lean, that's my alma mater
Shoot 'em in his head, say look at my roof
No sticks, no seeds, only kush in my kush
Make a nigga commit suicide and call it a selfie
I get M's like mmm-mmmm-mmm
I'm an asshole, I'm full of myself
You get an asshole full of my foot
They find your ass in the woods when they look
And these hoes ain't as good as they look
I need to take my own advice though, cause if the pussy good then I'm good
Where your ghetto pass nigga, I been big since a little ass nigga
You little ass nigga, you don't get a pass nigga
Started as a middle class nigga
When I blew up, I ain't even hear the blast nigga
I was chillin', smokin' on the loud
Focused on the future, but I need my money now
Don't give me the runaround
Upstairs in my mansion, knock knock, "who's there?"
I ain't even comin' down
[Hook]
[Verse 4 - Young Thug:]
I get money on a very rainy day and
I would love to spray your face with Olay, aye
No computer cause you never want a space head
I swallow mama [?] in the place [?]
I'm a big G dinosaur B
You know, YSL takin' over streets
I'm a K-Ci where is Jodeci
I'm a treat a man like he supposed to be
I'm a blood nigga, don't try to approach me
Girl let's hit like Kobe and Ginobili
If you not Gucci emoji can't ignore me
Her booty pop just like a circus baby show me
I might just take off on that broad cause she don't know me
Dej Loaf turn that bitch into macaroni
No scale but my bitches say I'm boney
Lil mama still blushing at the old me
[Verse 5 - T.I.:]
Nigga thug in the impala whole hustle gang follow
Coming from a hundred thousand to another million dollars
You finna fuck around and get yo ass whooped dog
We send ya bullets bout the size of a football
I got a youngin' with a shottie, charge a hundred for a body
I'll pay that to watch a monkey fuck a football
Units of the yayo since I was a day old
Uncle taught me said hasta luego, If it ain't about the money!
(feat. Young Thug, Jeezy, & Lil Wayne)
"About The Money (Remix)"
(feat. Young Thug, Jeezy, & Lil Wayne)
[Verse 1 - Jeezy:]
I step up in this bitch like Moses
Damn right, motherfucker, Red Sea got departed
This is that All About The Money Remix?
Well, I'm a kill a motherfucker before it even get started
The chrome to the bricks, nigga rag to the riches
Damn right, nigga did it with his soul
Nigga still livin' like a G, keep some niggas 'round me
That'll kill your ass like some Ebola
Serve 'em out the Range Rover
I swear my Rollie stay shining like a rainbow
I took that money machine, filled it with hella green
You be shining like I sprayed you with some oil sheen
DC, Young Fly, now what the fuck you mean?
Young said he Seen It All, now what the fuck ya'll seen?
Grow up in the [?], came in a helicopter
David Beckham, way I kick it like I'm playing hella soccer
I turn the valet to a helipad
Nigga straight walk up in the bitch like I'm Nino
From the coat on my back, to the shoes on my feet
Everything on me Valentino
I'm talkin' Boyz In Tha Hood with the solo, nigga
Testarossa back then, ex polo nigga
Niggas still on my dick, what you a homo, nigga?
When you sayin' my name it's free promo, nigga
[Hook - T.I.:]
If it ain't about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up
If it ain't about the money
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time
If it ain't about the money
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't about the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it
Turn it!
[Verse 2 - T.I. & Young Thug:]
What you think I'm standin' in the trap for?
With the fully automatic at the back door
Cause when it's on, know it's on, call me king Corleone
I'm a keep it 1000 like a crack ounce
Give a damn if you flat broke
I'm fitlhy rich, I'm still the same, that's a fact though
Oh yeah, we all about the money, nigga
All you got is money when my name hold weight like a fat ho
I can never join in the game unless I'm capo
Milkin' these niggas even though I'm fuckin' lactose
Take off on the cops, mama said don't look back bro
I'm in New York and I'm ballin' just like a Net though
I'm drinkin' bubblegum pink like Pepto
Bizmo, bet she wanna come through
And get low, I'm a be with Haitians
All my Zoe's, Tip tell these niggas, bro
Bank roll mafia, yeah, we all we retarded
I'm a give you 15 from the carbine
Hit you in the leg, in your head, then your face
When you dead bet ya I'm a take your place on the Forbes list
So better remember with the bullshit partna
I'll be hopping out your bushes with a full clip, got 'em
I'll take a big stick to a fuck nigga neck
Swinging at him kind of like a piñata
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne:]
I'm a beast with the choppa, I'm the same without it
Graduated from the lean, that's my alma mater
Shoot 'em in his head, say look at my roof
No sticks, no seeds, only kush in my kush
Make a nigga commit suicide and call it a selfie
I get M's like mmm-mmmm-mmm
I'm an asshole, I'm full of myself
You get an asshole full of my foot
They find your ass in the woods when they look
And these hoes ain't as good as they look
I need to take my own advice though, cause if the pussy good then I'm good
Where your ghetto pass nigga, I been big since a little ass nigga
You little ass nigga, you don't get a pass nigga
Started as a middle class nigga
When I blew up, I ain't even hear the blast nigga
I was chillin', smokin' on the loud
Focused on the future, but I need my money now
Don't give me the runaround
Upstairs in my mansion, knock knock, "who's there?"
I ain't even comin' down
[Hook]
[Verse 4 - Young Thug:]
I get money on a very rainy day and
I would love to spray your face with Olay, aye
No computer cause you never want a space head
I swallow mama [?] in the place [?]
I'm a big G dinosaur B
You know, YSL takin' over streets
I'm a K-Ci where is Jodeci
I'm a treat a man like he supposed to be
I'm a blood nigga, don't try to approach me
Girl let's hit like Kobe and Ginobili
If you not Gucci emoji can't ignore me
Her booty pop just like a circus baby show me
I might just take off on that broad cause she don't know me
Dej Loaf turn that bitch into macaroni
No scale but my bitches say I'm boney
Lil mama still blushing at the old me
[Verse 5 - T.I.:]
Nigga thug in the impala whole hustle gang follow
Coming from a hundred thousand to another million dollars
You finna fuck around and get yo ass whooped dog
We send ya bullets bout the size of a football
I got a youngin' with a shottie, charge a hundred for a body
I'll pay that to watch a monkey fuck a football
Units of the yayo since I was a day old
Uncle taught me said hasta luego, If it ain't about the money!
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"Act I (T.I.P.)"
"Act I (T.I.P.)"
Rapper T.I.
3 Grammy nominations
with the second highest debut on the hip hop
if you look left there's a monkey next to an anaconda
sentenced to probation
Philon Johnson gun downed.
In a hail of gun
suffered a miscarriage
ATL opens with a
features with the acting debut of rapper T.I.
I ain't sign up for this shit. Lost my partner. Lost my life homes. Fuck this shit. I'm done.
A listen homes. Get Atlantic on the phone. Gonna call 'em. Tell Craig, Julie, Cap and Col.
I need to holla at 'em. First I gotta let 'em know I'm tired of rapping. Fuck the money.
Ever since Phil died I ain't happy. A what's happening. We under new operations.
Though we ready, we'd like your cooperation better. Listen when I'm talking. Throwed off.
I ain't patient. I'm gonna tell once then start counting shell cases.
Don't mean to scare but this bullshit is irritating. I'm gonna tell you like it is shawty.
I ain't finna play. I feel another case coming round the corner any day. I know the consequences.
I'm the same nigga anyway. It's way more important that what I'm finna say.
Do what I say or I ain't dropping shit till 2028
(who gives a fuck if he comes on to 20 for 28. He said the year 2028 you fucking moron)
Listen guys. I'm on that be hot shit. It's T I P for now on. Fuck that T.I. shit.
Give a damn what any nigga gotta say about this. Yeah I think it's best to say I did it.
Don't be emailing to itinerary. I won't get it. You're best bet just holla when they filled the jet.
Tell city ain't no photo shoots and I ain't in the building.
Accused now b in the southern just to shoot a dozen movies.
(Cash that check and be spending our money)
You're right about that honey. Thanks for doing that for me. Speaking of money.
You can always buy me out but the price high. I ain't none of T.I. nigga. No more Mister Nice Guy.
(Listen kid. Understand me here. This is Leor Colin. You better treat this company with some respect.
And you better not be playing wit my motherfucking money.)
I got your motherfucking money partner but I ain't playing. You got any since, you'll do what the fuck I say.
I ain't selling no goddamn albums. That ain't no threat. That's a motherfucking promise jack.
Come and see me if you want. Get it like the Red Cross nigga.
[phone hangs]
"Act I (T.I.P.)"
Rapper T.I.
3 Grammy nominations
with the second highest debut on the hip hop
if you look left there's a monkey next to an anaconda
sentenced to probation
Philon Johnson gun downed.
In a hail of gun
suffered a miscarriage
ATL opens with a
features with the acting debut of rapper T.I.
I ain't sign up for this shit. Lost my partner. Lost my life homes. Fuck this shit. I'm done.
A listen homes. Get Atlantic on the phone. Gonna call 'em. Tell Craig, Julie, Cap and Col.
I need to holla at 'em. First I gotta let 'em know I'm tired of rapping. Fuck the money.
Ever since Phil died I ain't happy. A what's happening. We under new operations.
Though we ready, we'd like your cooperation better. Listen when I'm talking. Throwed off.
I ain't patient. I'm gonna tell once then start counting shell cases.
Don't mean to scare but this bullshit is irritating. I'm gonna tell you like it is shawty.
I ain't finna play. I feel another case coming round the corner any day. I know the consequences.
I'm the same nigga anyway. It's way more important that what I'm finna say.
Do what I say or I ain't dropping shit till 2028
(who gives a fuck if he comes on to 20 for 28. He said the year 2028 you fucking moron)
Listen guys. I'm on that be hot shit. It's T I P for now on. Fuck that T.I. shit.
Give a damn what any nigga gotta say about this. Yeah I think it's best to say I did it.
Don't be emailing to itinerary. I won't get it. You're best bet just holla when they filled the jet.
Tell city ain't no photo shoots and I ain't in the building.
Accused now b in the southern just to shoot a dozen movies.
(Cash that check and be spending our money)
You're right about that honey. Thanks for doing that for me. Speaking of money.
You can always buy me out but the price high. I ain't none of T.I. nigga. No more Mister Nice Guy.
(Listen kid. Understand me here. This is Leor Colin. You better treat this company with some respect.
And you better not be playing wit my motherfucking money.)
I got your motherfucking money partner but I ain't playing. You got any since, you'll do what the fuck I say.
I ain't selling no goddamn albums. That ain't no threat. That's a motherfucking promise jack.
Come and see me if you want. Get it like the Red Cross nigga.
[phone hangs]
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"Act II (T.I.)"
"Act II (T.I.)"
Umm... goddamn... uh what the fuck, what time is it? I swear I parked my car... shit
Aye... light hit my face sun brought the heat
Open my eyes see my car parked across the street
And then it hit i ain't really slept that long in a week
Matter fact i don't even remember falling asleep
Alantic office claimin j just keep calling the heat
Is it an emergency or something you need to talk to me?
J said (i thought you needed to talk to me)
(If it's a change made aware i think i outta be
You making ultimatums now you don't talk to me
You make shit way worse then it outta be
I aint arguin on the phone come talk to me
Ill be waitin on you dawg at the office peace)
Now im thinkin hard as i walk ot my house
The f***k have i done now, what could he be talkin bout?
I been stayin outta trouble shit i bin on the couch
I was workin on the album i was listenin now
Then doug called (ay you spoke to J?)
Yea is it something i dont know that i was supposed to say?
All i know before the hour i awoke today
Nigga commin wit the realist and he chose today
Im real close to J i seen ups and downs hit
But i aint never heard him sound the way that he sounded
It really caught a nigga by surprise, i was astounded
He a real cool dude but why he call me clownin?
(you say'n you dont know bout it?)
Know bout what?
(Atlantic records said you called the office and went nuts)
(makin death threats talkin loud gettin buck)
Man they said i did what? folks im just gettin up
(say you waitin out your deal till you hear its up)
(planin to make away with 20 million bucks)
You bullshitin me right? is you serious brugh?
(yea they said you found out the rapper T.I.P wit us
I talked to Craig, Jewels and Kais a long time
Long story short they said you don lost ya damn mind
And i runnun off deep and across ya damn mind
You crossed the thin line, i'm hearin em tell atlantic
Its so much shit about cha, they dont give a shit about cha
Say'n you ain't doin' nothing they couldn't have done without cha
You ain'y never been hotta, worked a whole lotta years and came up
To go way back to the bottom, what...)
Man...what the hell is yall talkin bout?
I been in the house all night
I don't know nothing bout that shit man
I got the album right here
Man send this to em
"Act II (T.I.)"
Umm... goddamn... uh what the fuck, what time is it? I swear I parked my car... shit
Aye... light hit my face sun brought the heat
Open my eyes see my car parked across the street
And then it hit i ain't really slept that long in a week
Matter fact i don't even remember falling asleep
Alantic office claimin j just keep calling the heat
Is it an emergency or something you need to talk to me?
J said (i thought you needed to talk to me)
(If it's a change made aware i think i outta be
You making ultimatums now you don't talk to me
You make shit way worse then it outta be
I aint arguin on the phone come talk to me
Ill be waitin on you dawg at the office peace)
Now im thinkin hard as i walk ot my house
The f***k have i done now, what could he be talkin bout?
I been stayin outta trouble shit i bin on the couch
I was workin on the album i was listenin now
Then doug called (ay you spoke to J?)
Yea is it something i dont know that i was supposed to say?
All i know before the hour i awoke today
Nigga commin wit the realist and he chose today
Im real close to J i seen ups and downs hit
But i aint never heard him sound the way that he sounded
It really caught a nigga by surprise, i was astounded
He a real cool dude but why he call me clownin?
(you say'n you dont know bout it?)
Know bout what?
(Atlantic records said you called the office and went nuts)
(makin death threats talkin loud gettin buck)
Man they said i did what? folks im just gettin up
(say you waitin out your deal till you hear its up)
(planin to make away with 20 million bucks)
You bullshitin me right? is you serious brugh?
(yea they said you found out the rapper T.I.P wit us
I talked to Craig, Jewels and Kais a long time
Long story short they said you don lost ya damn mind
And i runnun off deep and across ya damn mind
You crossed the thin line, i'm hearin em tell atlantic
Its so much shit about cha, they dont give a shit about cha
Say'n you ain't doin' nothing they couldn't have done without cha
You ain'y never been hotta, worked a whole lotta years and came up
To go way back to the bottom, what...)
Man...what the hell is yall talkin bout?
I been in the house all night
I don't know nothing bout that shit man
I got the album right here
Man send this to em