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Sunday, September 2, 2007

T.I. LYRICS

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"Still Ain't Forgave Myself"

[Singing]

[T.I. Talking:] Still ain't forgave myself.. damn
It's a lotta fucked up shit that go down man..
You don't even know the half..

[Verse 1]
Man I been in and outta trouble since an adolescents
Spoiled rotten, dead fresh, wit no daddy present
I got two uncles, Quint and Man and they keep me straight
7 and 8, I'm countin money while they movin weight
My daddy send me clothes and always tell me come and see him
I say aiight but still I feelin like my momma need him
They sendin letters home from school, nobody read mines
And plus my uncles, doin 10 years F.E.D. time
Then I started rebellin, began crack sellin
Tha littlest thang on the corner wit a Mac 11
After school I hear my momma holla homework
I say aiight ma, but look I got my own work
Started interactin wit fiends at the age of 13
Now my momma findin rocks in my socks, glocks in my toy box
Like damn, why do trouble come to me like this
But on the real, it ain't even have to be like this (fuck)

[Hook]
Mistakes made on this road to wealth
I still ain't forgave myself
Ay, what I am today
I made myself but I still ain't forgave myself
For runnin to the grave getting closer to death
I still ain't forgave my self
For anyone who ever wondered how I felt
I still ain't forgave myself

[Verse 2]
At 14 man, thought I knew everything
I'm slangin slabs, trappin hard, movin heavy Cain
I bought an '85 cutlass on some dane-a-danes
Now I'm the shit, huh, the motor blew in 30 days
Hardheaded man I ain't listen to anything
I'm getting money so, I'm right and I got plenty game
Besides why I need school, Im'ma be rappin momma
If that don't work, then I guess Im'ma be trappin momma
But hey I promise Im'ma make it cause I'm damn good
Im'ma get us out this hood and off these can goods
School just a white man game, and it's ran good
At 16, here's my introduction to manhood
Blue lights behind me, damn what I'm gonna do
Cause I got 2 pounds of weed and a 3.80 too
I guess everything'll be aiight if I just keep it cool
How ya doin officer, what ya mean why I ain't in school
Can you search the car?? Yea but, I rather that you didn't
Besides it's just a waste of yo time cause ain't nutthin in it
[Laugh] I guess that's when I seen, that I ain't know shit
When stuck in a place wit freedom I ain't gone get.. (Damn!)

[Hook]
Mistakes made on this road to wealth
I still ain't forgave myself
Ay, what I am today, I made myself
But I still ain't forgave myself
Guess these the chances ya take, when dealt the cards I was dealt
But I still ain't forgave myself
For anyone who ever wondered how I felt
I still ain't forgave myself

[Verse 3]
Outta all the niggaz I was wit when I was doin wrong
3 in the fed, 1 doin life, and 2 dead and gone
Knew there was more to life than sellin blow and chopper bustin
But what's the good in knowin' better if I ain't tell 'em nutthin
I knew I coulda told Cap not to kill shawty
Put down the gun, get in the car let 'em live shawty
You'll probably get locked up, and I'll probably have a deal shawty
Naw, I ain't scared, I'm just telling ya like it is shawty
Coulda told Endae, Quint, and Kern, man ya covers blow
Leave that country town alone, yall needa come back home
Bankhead and J-Rue, I just feel like if I was wit 'em
They woulda never got killed that night if I was 'em
Seem like I coulda done mo', said mo'
Why all my partners gotta be dead or in the fed fo'??
All the time, I just wish that yall could ball wit me
Sometimes at night I close my eyes, and dream that yall wit me (damn.)

[Hook]
And even though they say I cant blame myself
I still ain't forgave myself
For all the mistakes made on this road to wealth
I still ain't forgave myself
What I am today, I made myself
But I still ain't forgave myself
For anybody who ever wondered how I felt
I still ain't forgave myself

And yea they say I cant blame myself
But I still ain't forgave myself
Fo the mistakes made on this road to wealth
I still ain't forgave myself
Guess this the chance that you take, when dealt the cards I was dealt
But I still ain't forgave myself
For anybody who ever wondered how I felt
I still ain't forgave myself (Ain't Forgave myself)

[Talking]
Yea, for anybody who ever wondered how I felt
anybody who ever wondered what's wrong wit me, here it is..
3 16's of what's in the heart of T.I.P.
This song is dedicated to everybody who ain't here wit me
Cap, damn.. you fucked up shawty, but when you get out
if I live to see it, its gone be on again ya know what I'm sayin
And we ain't gotta worry bout goin to jail shawty we legit now
Ya know what I'm sayin.. Cern, Quint, Endae, yall gone get out man
and when you do I'll be there shawty.. always
Bankhead, J-rue, I'm sorry man, some shit I cant change
When I get up there, we gone ball again, open the gates shawty let me in..
we gone ball. J-Rue man I know money ain't worth a friend shawty..
I fucked up bad man.. I still ain't forgave myself
My momma, sorry I ain't graduate but
hell we rich now it don't matter. My uncles shit,
it don't matter either.. yall back.
Well hell.. My Lil' boy (music stops)
you betta not do the same shit I did
or Im'ma whoop yo muthafuckin ass..



"Dope Boyz"

[T.I. talking]
Ay, ay, ay, what you need shawty
Ay shawty man a I got 5 for 45 shawty, 5 for 45
Well shit what you need shawty
Ay these these bd's right here shawty
Ay this that this that noyd too shawty
You can't get no better than this right here
Ay nigga well get the fuck out my trapp then

[Verse 1]
A crack a ki' a crumb do it fifty mo' times
The quarter go for 5 and the half go for 9
Still in the trapp wit them break down dimes
Hit me on the hipper anytime, I don't mind
Why y'all niggas bitching on and whining I'm a grind
Shack it in the winter and the summer I'm a shine (getting mine)
It's plenty of money to be made from Candler Road to Bankhead
It's plenty of room to get paid for those that ain't scared
I got the hard for the j's and dro' for the dank heads
The dope game still strong like pimping ain't dead
Heard what I said I ain't buying no yell
Weighing 36 o's or more on a triple beam scale
Yeah, look like you got that touchy bug shawty
Standing round in my trapp I think you fucking up shawty
Same nigga who taut a k getting paid in the trapp
Made a song for the niggas and the J's in da trapp
For the...

[Hook]
Da dope boyz in the trapp nigga
The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at nigga
I say the, da dope boyz in the trapp nigga
The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga

Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga
The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga
Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga
This for da, ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga

[Verse 2]
Never everybody in the swats know I got the fiyah fiyah
Nigga want that weight got it for the high high
You can't even supply the package I buy
I get it and I cook and it's gone for it dry
Get a quarter ki and cut it down to all dimes
Buy my own blow so the profits all mine
How we gone shine?, the same way we gone grind
Niggas ain't gone be able to see us hey, they gone think they gone blind
C got choppers on his vert and I got daden's on mine
Triple gold and vogues, poppin' moe' blowin' pine
Honey brown wood grain wheel in the 'lac
Oak on the dash and the 12's in the back
Came for years of trappin', staying down wit the crack
Now that I made it rapping I ain't never going back
I'ma let the paper stack till it can't no more
Still got love for my niggas slangin' blow
Getting do' fo' sure

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I remember it all started wit a quarter ounce of hard
Me and C-Roy crunked the trapp up in Cobb
Nann nigga barred we the trillest niggas living
If this ain't yo trapp then what the fuck you doing in it?
What the muthafucking business, do you think you puttin down?
If so then my corner you need to get the fuck from round
Unless you wanna sell some weed my nigga Beed got the pound
Anything else I don't need ya help, I got the hard locked down
37's ki's in da grill of the broam
Jumped from 33 to my folk in Boyd homes
All most gone ain't got but four mo'
Eternal Simpson Road ain't no more blow
Nothing left for you but to count my do'
Just something else to do while I blow my dro'
350k what I paid for the shit
Made 850 quick when I flipped all these bricks
Getting rich in this bitch

[HooK: 2x]

(T.I. shouting out da dope boyz!)

Ay one time for da dope boyz in ATL
From the SWATS on Campbelton Road
on over to the Westside on Bankhead, ya understand
On over to Candler Road
Ay I know y'all niggaz out there getting money in Decatur
Got damn ay we going on down to Miami shawty
Ay we know y'all niggas got them thangs down there for the low
I'm coming to get some
Ay one time for my niggas up in Tennessee shawty
Up in Orange Mound, y'all niggas trapp rolling good
On over to Memphis I know the pimpings real good down there



"What Happened"

[T.I.]
Dez niggas robbing me
Pray to God is nothing but a robbery
I gave them all I had
So they pulled they lick off flawlessly
They yelling fussing cussing
But all I hear is heaven calling
Me next thing I know they busting
They leaf me seven and they all in me
on fallen knees help me please death is all I see
If I die memory of a ballin Gee is all I'll be
Never thought I'll be lying in a puddle of blood trying to breath
I don't want to die but something is telling me
It's time to leave say my apologizes
Maybe find a piece of God
Seen my whole life flash before my eyes
And now it's getting dark body temp drop
Going in shock prying out of fear close my eyes
Take my last breath and I'm out here
In my life I smoked a lot of weed
Drunk a lot beer sold a lot of keys
But that shit don't even matter here
Somebody said walk toward the light
But I ain't not ready to go
Am I dead is it over you ain't ready to know

[T.I.]
Well now I moving toward the light
And I ain't walling or nothing
I ain't like the shit
Well hell I guess ain't use for me to try to fight
The shit what the business is you God
I been waiting to meet you
And I know I been hearing bout yall
But like the one day I would see you
But why you let dem niggas kill me
you could have done something why you ain't come down there
And shield me when them niggas started dumping
Then he say excuse thy heat
But I control no hate in
And it coming not from me
Well who coming from Satin
Oh Satin did this excuse me lord
But now my shit list and
I know with all this phi shit you got a A-K
Or a piston grip give me a click of angels whip dem thought loose the goal
And get piston whipped a lot of die I ain't scared
Who he think he is fuck with Tip
I got a A-K two 45's bout 50 clip I'm fixto dip
I ain't borrow shit I'm fixto trip
Put a piston grip and loose thy lip
And then he say two wrong doing make it not a right one a last
Well forgiven me cause
I'm bout to ride out on Lufica ass
And all I need you to do is give me
The strength and lord you know I'm need you
With the shit I'm fixto attempt
I'm fix to bust hell wide open fear don't control me
and I'm O.G. hell can't hold me

[T.I.]
Now 'Pac and Biggie want ride too
I guess that's cool sense that muthafucker
The reason yall niggas had to die too
My nigga Bankhead had to realize too
Shawty let ride
It's 4serious up here dough
Cause we don't ride we glide
Now I'm strapped and ready folks
But I can't steam to do a thing
With these wings how I'm supposed to keep them steady folks
With a chopper on back of two 44's shawty no
A the pain we fixto bring
I don't thing he even ready for
When it's on you already know
Farewell bro. mama always told me
I was bad enough to tear hell up
IM doing this for what you made of
From that time you made the bitch eat the apple
to the time you pick your folks
To put us on the boat and enslave us
Worker that never paid us
Killed Malcolm X, Martin Luther King
and everybody else tried to come down here us
Killed my father that raised us
Kidnapped us from our country
Take your distance in our religional way
Well now it's time for the cadet to busted
We want our spirits and our minds back now
IM getting mines right now
Pussy nigga lye it down I'm walkin
Thought hell kicking the devil doors down
spreading rounds waving cadet rounds
Well I woke up I was lying down shawty
WHAT HAPPENED?



"You Ain't Hard"

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

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

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

[Hook X2]

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


"I'm Serious"
(feat. Beenie Man)

[T.I.]
Ay take a good look at me - Now picture me unhappy
No cash and outta fashion, not flashin
Picture me doin bad even if I wasn't rappin
Picture me even breathe on the mic not snappin
I'm fire hot not lukewarm, my arms frozen
Picture me in a room full of hoes unchosen
Picture me with no P.O. and no 'dro
Picture pimps walk with some broads and ain't gettin no 'tho
L.A. gone and I ain't gotta deal no mo' (Picture that)
A ghetto vision ain't real no mo' (Picture that)
Ah T.I.P. ain't work for MIA no mo'
He still so-so (picture that) he still po'
Nigga picture that, ah matta fact picture T.I.P.
Gettin anything other than rich
Now can you picture this, young, pompus, African son of a bitch
Labelled as anything less than "the shit", I can't see it

[Chorus - Beenie Man]
Dis bad man you get shot, anyways
Bad man nuh tek back chat, no day
Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat zigga, zigga
We always gonna stay 'pon top always
Dis bad man you get shot, anyways
Bad man nuh tek back chat no day
Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat zigga, zigga
We always gonna stay 'pon top, always

[T.I.]
Pull up in a blue coupe that's damn near clear
And Polo gear that won't drop 'til next year
Be like this here, Cartier frames and Pierre Jouet wristwear
T.I.P. your majesty's right c'here
Notice when I came the dames disappeared, ya lames listen here
To play me, ba-by, hey he,
gone need a track from God featuring Jesus or Jay-Z
Go on floss; ball where it cost
Smile for the cameras, take your shirts off
Y'all niggas actin, take ya skirts off
Hoppin bomb-ass nigga and he ain't wanna work boss
I'm gettin sick and tired off these phony rendetions
Wonder why I don't consider them no competition
There's no vision - lil' ambition
How I feel about these niggas, and my word, are ya kiddin?

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
Some niggas wonder what my goal is
They think it's goin gold havin hoes sweatin me
Fuck that, I'm in it for the longevity
Picture me as one of the greatest that'll ever be
Compare me to, Tupac, B.I.G., and Jay-Z
Work with legends like, Organo, I.Z., and J.D.
Neptunes, they even flow on one of Dre's beats
Fly to Miami, chill with Luke and we can trade freaks
I freak shows, just peep hoes under shade trees
Huh, but KP say just keep it top-notch
And make sure that the club is jumpin like it's hop-scotch
Floss rocks and in the summer keep the top dropped
Ten thousand dolla work for clo', when I go shop
In the Apollo on them 'boes so the hoes jock
Especially when I rock that linen suit with no socks
In Polo skippers, they undo zippers,
and they shows cock, to show shot shit
Bitch, I'm serious

[Chorus]

[Beenie Man]
Well it's a Neptunes sound (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Zagga-zagga-za, na-na-na-na-na (T.I.P.)
Whoa na-na-na-na (Beenie Man)
(Zagga-za-za-za, Oh we dat shit)
An a ziggi-ziggi-zagga (Bad man sittin)
Straight from Jamaica (Alright lemme give this to ya)
Alright lemme tell them somethin (See it's goin down)



"Do It"

[Verse 1]
You looking good in them guess's shawty showing yo ass
Make a nigga wanna grab a hold of yo ass
Strip you out yo couchie dress and hit the flo' wit yo ass
When I leave the club I wanna see some more of yo ass
I ain't tricking shit but I might spend some dough on yo ass
The way you bouncin on my dick and grindin' slow wit yo ass
Hit the v.i.p. wit me I po' some moe' fo yo ass
Just so I can see you out there bouncin yo ass
If I leave the club wit something rather go wit yo ass
Them other broads fine but you a pro wit yo ass
When I see u poppin and droppin I know it's yo ass
In a crowd full of hoes I would notice yo ass

[Bridge: T.I.]
A now a thug done chose
And I don't give a damn if the club done closed
Give the DJ a dub tell him spin one mo
So I can finish watching you poppin yo
shakin yo, droppin yo, bouncin yo ass

[Hook: T.I. & Females]
[T] Now all my guls say
[F] Do it baby stick it baby
[T] Yeeeah, bounce ya ass and holla
[F] Do it baby stick it baby
[T] Alright, a in the club say
[F] Do it baby stick it baby
[T] Okay, so if ya wit it holla
[F] Do it baby stick it baby
[repeat]

[Verse 2]
I see ya every Friday night outside the club in da line wit ya partners
Shawty you see all that ass poking out them Dolce Gabbana's
Hey as soon as she get in I'm a find her ass
The first record the DJ spend I'm behind her ass
I don't care if I got some henn' I'm putting down my glass
Just so I can get out there and grind her ass
Wit yo fine ass, must I remind yo ass?
You da baddest thing in here that's why I'm eyeing yo ass
In ya Iceberg suit, ya face looking cute and I like those boots
Ya nails all pretty and ya hair due too
I'm fucking wit you, shit just choose and we'll be fucking by two

[Bridge: 1x]

[Hook: 1x]

[Verse 3]
I made this song to let you know shit that I see ya when you workin dat ass
Make a nigga think later on he gone be twerkin' that ass
And I can tell by the way you throw it back it ain't no hurting dat ass
And ain't no room for nothing else in that skirt but that ass
The jiggling shawty, got a nigga shivering shawty
And if you don't know what to do wit you better give it here shawty
Put a bend in her back, I'm throwing the dick she giving it back
I tell her if you ever give me dat ass I ain't giving it back
She bouncing her ass, later on I'm a blow a ounce wit her ass
Ride out wit her ass, cut sumethin' on the couch wit her ass
Then bounce to her pad, coz you know it ain't no housing her ass
Coz since the first time I seen her, all I been thinking bout is her ass

[Bridge: 1x]

[Hook: 1x]

Do it baby stick it baby [8x then end]



What's Yo Name?"
(feat. The Neptunes)

[T.I.]
Yo, Uh [12x], a come on T.I.P.

[Neptunes]
Come on [4x], I said come on, come on, come on, come on

[Verse 1: T.I.P.]

A hour train spit game from the get green
Ay T.I.P. been bangin' thick dames since he was 15
The click came ran trains if her shit clean
The same broad fronted y'all like she Miss Thang
And damn how da bitch seem she's a dick fiend
All though I won't elaborate I'll say she lick things and get green
She fuck wit me because I got big dreams
And along wit a face she think she seen on the big screen
I give it to her since she whine and her back hurt
Then drive her crazy since she crying and she act worse
Yeah, I'm a rapper, I'm a man, but I'm a mac first
I need a broad wit a bank and a fat purse... and that's first

[Hook: {T.I. & Neptunes} 1x]

[T]
I'm a p-i-m, ah, m-p,
Told y'all niggaz before about me
Plenty Remi to the h-e, ah, a-d

[N]
Somebody buy some more dro' so we can smoke please
Now what's yo name?

[T] I'm pussy bumper number one

[N] Yeah, I said what's yo name?

[T] I'm pussy bumper number one

[Verse 2: T.I.P.]

Man trying to stop pimpin like shooting a bee-bee gun at a freight train
So comparing us is like whine to a grape stain
My reputations great man, I got a great name
I hate lames, I stay clean, and I break dames
I like 'em small or bigger with a figure eight frame
So if she fine I bet she mine when I find time
Man I ain't lying, mine dimes I don't wine or dine
Like clothesline hoes mine, I'm a goldmine
Ay I'm the "King of Da South" and the throne mine
I got the chrome in the Chevy and the broan mine
Ay man I'm young but I been doing it for a long time
That ain't my fault that bitch grown she got her own mind
An-and I'm...

[Hook: 1x]

[Verse 3:]

I bet some niggas think I cake her when I take her out
But come that week just watch me rape her fucking bank account
Eventually the P$C hey we gone take the south
Then grab the earth by the ankles and shake the paper out
Nigga I'm bout my paper route so I'm gone make a route
Anybody blocking my road to riches man I'm gone take 'em out
Keep run yo mouth making up you mind you got's to be's wit out
Me I'ma git a ho who gone make show my pockets seen about
P-i-m-p-i-n-g is all I be's about
I break a ho in break 'em till they broke and then I ease 'em out
They out of pocket, I'm a lock 'em out and leave 'em out
And that don't change man, season in season out
Open up The Source shawty and see who just you reads about
If it ain't concernin T.I.P. a P$C a see ya out
Ain't nothing even you ain't cuttin then u don't see the house
Because you know I got to practice what I preach about

[HooK: 1x]

[Neptunes]
Come on [4x] I said come on, come on, come on, come on
[repeat]

[T.I.]
I'm a p-i-m, ah, m-p,
Told y'all niggaz before about me
Plenty Remi to the h-e, ah, a-d



"Act I (T.I.P.)"

Rapper T.I.
3 grammy nominations
with the second highest debut on the hip hop
if u 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 aint sign up for dis shit. Lost my partner. Lost my life homes. F**k dis sh*t. Im done.

A listen homes. Get Atlantic on da phone. Gon call em. Tell Craig, Julie, Cap and Col. I need
to holla at em. First I gotta let em kno Im tired of rapping. F**k da money. Ever since Phil
died I aint happy. A wats happenin. We under new operations. Though we ready, we'd like ya
cooperation better. Listen when Im talkin. Throwed off. I aint patient. Ima tell once then
start countin shell cases. Don't mean to scare but dis bullsh*t is irritating. Ima tell u like
it is shawty. I aint fin to play. I feel another K comin round da corner any day. I kno da
consequences. Im da same nigga anyway. Its way more important that wat Im fin to say. Do wat I
say or I aint droppin sh*t till 2028 (who gives a f**k if he comes on to 20 for 28. He said da
year 2028 u f**kin moron) Listen guys. Im on dat be hot sh*t. Its T I P for now on. F**k dat T I sh*t.
Give a damn wat any nigga gotta say bout dis. Yea I think its best to say I did it.
Don't be emailin to itinerary. I wont get it. Ya best bet
just holla when they filled da jet. Tell City aint no photo shoots and I aint in da building.
Accused now b in da southern just to shoot a dozen movies.
(Cash dat check and be spending our money)
You right about dat honey. Thanks for doin dat for me. Speaking of money. You can always
buy me out but da price high. I aint none of T I nigga. No moe Mister Nice Guy.
(Listen kid. Understand me here. Dis is Leor Colin. You better treat dis company wit some respect. And you
better not be playin wit my muthaf**king money.) I got ya motherf**king money partner but I
aint playin. U got any since, youll do wat da f**k I say. I aint sellin no god**** albums. Dat
aint no threat. Dats a muthaf**kin promise jack. Come and see me if you want. Get it like da
Red Cross nigga.


"Big Things Poppin' (Do It)"

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

Do it to the maximum, take it why you asking them?
Don't listen to them suckers when they say you too irrational.
See I said I was king and them lames started laughing
Same sucker now I want the king on the track
I composed several classics
watch you know like top back, dope boys,
Bring 'em out, and what you know about that
Now they ask how I top what you know about that
Dominated '06, now I'm going right back
See me raise hell, let 'em show just like that
Even Denzel say damn, I ain't know it like that
Nigga yea, still bank head you can tell
Ain't nothing changed but the name on the mail
Still kicking doors with them thangs in the air
Open Benny Honda, see me slang in them chair
I will slang cane, no such thang as a jail
Said you need a hundred squares they just came off the scale

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

Now do it!



"Raw"

[Chorus]
You niggas ain't raw
I don't buy none a that bullshit you tellin' me
King you'll never be, I can see you niggas ain't raw
Hell naw, give a damn who you go and get
Real niggas know it we can notice that you niggas ain't raw
Even know now you 'posed to be down with so and so
Still the same lame from a year ago, I know you ain't raw
You ain't graduated with the gladiators, you just practice for the young assassinators
You know you ain't raw

[Verse]
Fuck that shit you tellin' us
I know you ain't shit as us
You ain't no competitor, that shit there ain't scarin' us
You bought ya self a slaughterin' a coffin's what you headed for
You ain't wanna die well nigga what you pull a weapon for?
Just cause we the niggas all of yo hoe bitches checkin' for
and ain't nobody real niggas rather hear instead of us
You ain't out shinin us, you ain't out sellin' us
A lot of niggas do it don't nobody do it well as us
Hater wanna flex with us
Let em get vested up
Hit em with the choppa chest and up, bet I wet cha up
Let cha partna get cha up, ain't nobody catchin' us
But this some shit I'm bound to receive a lethal injection for
King of the whole thing, fuck whoever steppin' up
Give a damn whoever behind him, care about who catchin' up
Long as I'm alive the second best you have to settle for
Come on now you really think you betta, bruh

[Chorus]

[Verse]
I got 44's glowing on a boat just goin'
This bitch, his bitch, and yo bitch blowin'
Young pimpin' get dough like his last name Cohen
My fan base spread and the shit kept growing
that what got me getting head in the vessel
of the G4 again hook a hustle up with investors
now there he go again
Twenty million later I guessin' it finally soakin' in
unless you just a hater who mad at me cause he broke again
Sellin' all his jewelry considerin' sellin' dope again
cuz he was ballin' out of control and posed to be focusin'
Wanna be the king by default they hopin' for openin'
Pray the see the day they hear me say I never flow again
But au contraire I guarantee one year after another they'll suffer as long as I'm here
Fear no man alive I don't care, you don't run shit nigga be clear


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

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

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

[Chorus]

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

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

[Chorus]

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



"Da Dopeman"

Look at this little nigga, man
Ay T.I. is that really you man?
Yeah shawty, what's happenin'?
Ay man can you give me a ride home, man?
Man, it's 2:30 in the muthafuckin' mornin', what the fuck you doin' out here?
Out here trappin' tryna get rid of this bomb and purp, man
Man you can come with me on one condition
What's that bruh?
Let me convince you to put that bomb down
I knew it T.I.
What?
You wasn't really on that dope boy shit
I tell you what shawty, get in man
I'll show you how to tote that tool
Make that double
Better be cool, you don't want no trouble
Keep it leanin' to the left
My gat stay cocked
I'm always super clean when you see me on the block
Keep my money in a knot with a rubberband on it
Blow to marijuana, know I got it if you want it
See me standin' on the corner, slangin' that crack
You know how it is to be the man in trap

[Chorus]
I'm the dopeman nigga the dopeman nigga the dope the dope dope the dopeman nigga
I'm the dopeman nigga the dopeman nigga the dope the dopeman the dopeman nigga
I'm the dopeman nigga the dopeman nigga the dope the dope dope the dopeman nigga
I'm the dopeman nigga the dopeman nigga (From a ki' to a G, it's all about money)

Look, bet all you see is tats, money, grills, and chains
But if you scratch the surface you can feel the pain
Names change but the situation still the same
The bills need payin' nigga simple and plain
Take a young'n who's aspirin' to get him some change
Won't nobody hire him so he get in the game
Went and bought a 50 slab, divide it up into ten
Sold 'em all, double down, did it again
By then you got enough to buy a quarter ounce
You sellin' dimes to forty fiends buy it and bounce
Throw some money to your momma keep some food in the house
Cop the outfit and the Jordans on the day they came out
Betta get ya self a pistol know the jackers is out
Flip another seven grams, oh you hustlin' now
Time to get yourself a half, make sure it's some glass
A hundred bags sell it fast stack a G now you officially

[Chorus]

(I betcha think you pretty good at it now, huh?)

Now once you flipped a couple o's know the game get gravy
Take twelve fifty go git ya two and a baby
Yeah sixty three grams if you whip that right
you should get back five or six that night Stack that money and repeat that twice
Buy you somethin' to ride in, ya gotta be tight
Next time you buy somethin' take twenty-five hundred
Get four and a half it come back in nine don't it
Now stay low key when the money keep comin'
Keep some niggas on ya team to show these suckas they don't want it
By then your connect will clearly see you on ya grind
Shit you come to get a nine and he front you what you buyin'
As long as you bring back your money on time
And if you snort blow, do it on your own time
At this rate you'll be at a brick in no time
They say the want some weight, tell them niggas stand in line

[Chorus]

(Stay with me now shawty, here comes the fun part)

Now the robbers plottin' on ya and your name stay buzzin'
You caught a sale case down in Macon with your cousin
Your connect ain't worried, you and him cool
He know you'll never tell what you and him do
A mob of a hundred just a few of them true
You heard a worker snictchin' on you and it's true
Everybody know you sell that shit
The feds come and get ya, shit we heard you
Tote that tool, make that double
Better be cool, you don't want no trouble
Keep it leanin' to the left, my gat stay cocked
I'm always super clean when you see me on the block
Keep my money in a knot with a rubberband on it
Blow that marijuana know I got it if you want it
See me standin' on the corner slangin' that crack
You know how it is to be the man in trap
I'll show you how to be a



"Watch What You Say To Me"
(feat. Jay-Z)

Ay, Ay, Ay
Watch what you say to me
You better watch what you say to me
Watch what you say to me
You say, I'll spray

[Chorus]
Watch what you say to me
You see me and ya know I'm tooled up
You don't wanna see me cut the fool bruh
Watch what you say to me
Let me find out you talkin tough in ya song
When you see me you know what's up boy, it's on
Nigga, what you say to me?
Cause see I ain't been a fuck nigga never
I'm just warning all you sucka niggas
Better watch what you say to me
Cause I'm known to make a mountain out of mold
Hell, you don't wanna get ya four kids...
Watch what you say to me

[1st verse: T.I.]
Got a tool in my pocket and the club just rockin
Watching ey' nigga while they girlfriend jocking
They gotta let it go cause niggas already know
I got that thang with me and they just to let it go
I'm trying to mind my business though, tell I hear this nigga say yo
"They ain't nobody, fuck em" I'm thinking I'm fitting to buss em
Wait, look up the city, police is lookin at me
I tell C, he tell Doug, they tell Jay-z
When you see, then surround em, then call to squirrel me
Pick a perfect spot and make sure that they girl see
My man offered dude a drink, he said "what? wuchu think?"
Then call from then on all you couldn't see nuthin but bottles
Remy Martin to the noggin, bet it bust it wide open
His bitch standing there hollering while he lying on the floor, shit
Why you feeling sorry for him? He asked for it
Listen ya'll, here come the moral of the story

[Chorus]

[2nd verse: Jay-z]
Rap music is something ain't it? The way these pictures is painted
You swear these niggas is dangerous, the gangsta shit they be saying
Lock em up in the booth with a half ounce of that cannabis
Sit back, and watch the outlandish shit they portraying
But, soon as you see em they freeze up like in museums
Them statues, you like, "Is that the dude, that said he was gonna (pop you)"
Niggas get running before you finish ya sentence
And then they back to riffing, when they off at the safe distance
You like, you was just here, you disappear like magicians
In thin air, I'm like damn, nigga at least keep it consistent
I hear you baiting me lately, I been doing my best just to stay hater free
Still watch what you say to me
Sooner or later I take you up on your offer
And put you all in ya place like I'm replacing ya father
You talking, to the author, the architect of The Blueprint
My DNA in ya music, muthafucka you stupid?

[Chorus]

[3rd verse: T.I.]
Cuz I ain't never been a sucka, been gangsta my whole life
So a nigga disrespect me and it's on on sight
I hear what you say in ya song, some of that I don't like
Keep it up, I feel tried, I see you, we gon' fight
Be a man, say my name if you talking to me
You never say it, well I figure you ain't talking to me
Find out you is at the awards or was the code in the streets
I swear I beat ya fuckin ass like it ought to be beat
See I ain't whispering lame, I ain't one for the game
If I say fuck you nigga then, fuck you nigga, simple and plain
I say no problem, there's no problem, pimping you do the same
Now you just, swallow ya pride cuz you know I'm off the chain
Try to refrain from being violent but you come out ya face
I got my lawyer paid up ready to catch me a case
When I feel you disrespected me, I'mma get me a K
But all this shit can be avoided one way...


"Hurt"
(feat. Alfa Mega, Busta Rhymes)

Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
You pussy niggas finna make me kill one a y'all

[Hook]
Ain't a damn thang change
I still keep that thang right up under my shirt
Betta tell 'em I ain't playin'
because it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt
Ain't a damn thang change
I still keep thang right up under my shirt
Run up on him where he hangin', BANG!
cause it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt
Boy you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt
boy you betta catch me first
Boy you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt
boy you betta catch me first
Boy you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt
boy you betta catch me first
Boy you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt
boy you betta catch me first

[T.I.]
Alota pussy niggas talk like broads love runnin' they mouth
But then turn and run in they house
Put the gun in they mouth, tell a nigga talk shit now
You think you think you know the go POW
I ain't scared of the law
naw I'm about to go to war what it is nigga win lose or draw
I'll never get caught murkin' y'all cuz it ain't what you do
It's what cha near and who saw
Shawty I'm way too raw
Catch me any day you want you could think I'm a play if you want
But the fact still remain if I got a AK and you don't
Well then playa you gone
Don't get me wrong there's some niggas wanna kill me too (Well where they at?)
But they ain't sayin' bout shit because they very well know where I'm at
They could catch me in the booth right if it really like that
Naw nigga that they hoe get him in the whole shit, the 44 spit they holla oh shit
Protectin' her and you both hit
You betta check ya girl or you be so sick
If the choppa leave you with no dick
Or a plastic bag holdin' yo' shit
Leave 6 in you, a couple more in ya bitch
And I don't miss 'cause I'm focused nigga

[Hook]

[Alfa Mega]
I got you tip
I'm finna ride homie
Fuck niggas might talk loud act real, but they don't really want this here
Pussy niggas betta act right, lay low we know where ya family live
Trust me you don't want me up in ya crib with a ski mask on duck tapin ya kids
You can pray all you want but I don't forgive
Ya shoulda been doin' that before ya did whatcha did
I ain't gotta spell it out pimp you know what it is
I'll rest you case to ya real man you know what it is
Plus I got a hundred goons with me, dressed in black
Fifty at the front door, 50 at the back
Half got K's, half got Macks
Bring 'em out, bring em out, show me where he at
We can do him right here, we could catch him in trap
Run up on his 'lac put a hole in his hat
With his brain on the dash, and his thoughts in his lap
and dump 50 more on him and tell him to hold that
Lights out, no hasta manana, hasta la vista, senora
Y tu no tomorrow, no remorse and no sorrow
And the next one a y'all niggas try me like that
I swear to God man I'm really gon' snap

[Hook]

[Busta Rhymes]
Right now I'ma give you somethin' that a make a nigga beg please
When a bullet in his mind I could feel a little breeze
Drop to ya knees, see the big barrel of the chrome
fifth triple grip handle in the squeeze
I keep a couple of those for the niggaz who talk shit
when I go to Jacob and cop that ring
If you try to see me I'ma cock that thang
And I'ma lock that thang, and the shots gon' stain (really?)
The nigga ride inside the truck with me (and) for the most part the nigga
stuck with me And tell you somethin' if you really were smart and you knew
better people probably tell ya don't fuck with me
Front if want motherfucka you can catch it
Smile on my face even though I got a ratchet
Pop off (police) pull me over believe I got a compartment if I gotta stash it
Must I just remind y'all niggaz when I come through
Know that I'ma find y'all niggaz take two
Bust so many shots gun powder probably blind y'all niggaz now (Ok, ok let's go)
See you don't know really wanna feel that Mossberg blow (naw)
Clap up a nigga then I cap up a nigga
When I finish it'll turn into an absurd show (listen)
Then you better observe yo
Feel the sizzle from the bullet of the glock burn slow (ssss)
Shit probably twist you up just a little
and have your body leanin' lookin' like a quarter past four
Stay down betta (lay down)
Checkin' for a nigga, come and put your body in the dirt
I don't play bitch you, really need to go the other way
If you ain't know I got it under my shirt



"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



"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



"My Swag"
(feat. Wyclef Jean)

[Intro: T.I.]
You gotta get your swagger together nigga (ay)
Get your suit fitted (ay)
Starts on the inside, ya dig?
I don't need mine, I got cribs where we goin (okay)
If you don't love yourself you can't love nobody
Keep up nigga (okay) I love myself
You gon' need to travel ladies, you go and got that mack diesel right

[T.I.]
I'm the man from Atlanta, to way out in Cali
Catch me in New York, I'm on the way to Miami
I be in Hawaii, then catch me in Paris
I be at home barely, I'll sleep when I'm buried
What I need some sleep for? This dope got me geeked up
I went to Japan and made a mil' in a week bruh
These niggaz can't keep up cause they see me in London
Or out in Ibiza, that time I ain't sleep for
Bout three days maybe, you see me in Haiti
With Wyclef Jean and a selection of ladies
But my folk got that work in like they back in the 80's
See the money's what move me, conversation don't phase me

[Chorus: Wyclef Jean (T.I.)]
(Tell 'em why cause I) Been around the worrrrrld
Traveled the seven seas (and I be)
Poppin bottles with celebrities (so you can find me)
Flyin high, smokin better trees (ay, oh-ay-ay)
Girls around the worrrrrld (yo, yo)
They keep callin me (they call me)
Paparazzi they be follow me (they all be)
Hopin that they get a shot of me
It's my swaaaaag (they wonder what's so special 'bout him)
(Why they ain't sellin records like him, tell 'em)
It's my swaaaaag (how he always look so cool)
(That why e'rybody do what he do, tell 'em)
Gotta be my swaaaaag (they wonder why he wear his hat like that)
(When girls see him why they act like that, ay, I don't know)
It's my swaaaaag (for some reason all the real niggaz love him)
(Even though they girlfriend wanna fuck him, I guess)
Gotta be my swaaaaag

[T.I.]
Gettin money in Frisco, wearin my raincoat
See I'm gettin wet, and this bitch in the same boat
I came in the game slow, they act like they ain't know
that I wasn't gon' leave until I got what I came fo'
I still can't complain though, as long as I ain't broke
I came a long way but shawty ain't nuttin changed though
I still let the tool go, don't get it confused bro
Run up on me wrong, now what you think I'ma do bro?
Send you to your maker, then go to Jamaica
Or either to Cabo, I chill at my condo
My swagger is perfect, hatin on me ain't worth it
Guarantee you boy, the Earth my turf, if it hurts

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
Regardless what haters say I'm as real as they come
I'm chasin that paper baby however it come
I'm singin a song and movin yay by the ton
I bet you never seen a nigga gettin money so young
How I get from the pen', all the way to Berlin
I've been to Switzerland skiing and pimp I'm goin again
It ain't nuttin to catch me in the south of France
In a coffee shop smokin dro in Amsterdam
And ain't nuttin to fly, all the way to Dubai
St. Barts, St. Lucia, any day we can try
G-5 to Moscow and they say I'ma lie
I'ma ball like a dog 'til the day that I die

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[Outro: T.I.]
This is impeccable pimpin
You couldn't duplicate this shit if I told you how to man
Hahhh, y'all niggaz keep up
By the time you get to Puerto Rico my nigga I'll be in Cuba
By the time you get to Cuba I'll be in Haiti
By the time you get to Haiti I'll be way over in Africa man
Y'knowmsayin? South of France in my land man
The Earth's my turf my nigga [fades out]



"We Do This"

Okay..

[Hook]
Ain't no use in tryin to lie
You know we be ridin' fly
All that stuff you tryin to buy
Boy you know we be twice as fly
We do this
I'll show you how to do this
I'm probably the coolest
I'll show you how to do this
I'll show you how to do this shit

[Verse 1 - T.I.]
I got a drop on thirty's rims so purty (pretty)
Shut ya lil gallardo down closed curtain
Ya got a murcielago i got a mclaren for it
Balla of the year I oughta win a award
I got money offshore that i made off tour
Cash stashed in a paper bag from a whore
Some from the dro, some all blow
Never go broke but I still want more
Ya ain't gettin' nothing pimpin if ya ain't gettin' dough
Ya got a bitch n ya wonder why she ain't gettin' low
But she freakin wit fo'
Shit if you was tryin to be fly i suggest try a little more nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Eminem]
Who ya ever seen under thirty this fly
Playa house south beach top floor its a tie
And this'll never stop I'll do this shit til I die
Then after that consider me a ribbon in the sky
I'm G4 flyin' big boat buyin
Land in miami then i sail to a island
My Cali crew high in the hills I ain't lyin'
Man them bitches get high in anything they tryin'
I got cars I don't know about money I don't know about
3 or 4 movies get a 100K a show about
10 mil in real estate make them niggas really hate
What I care about it I ain't like them niggas anyway

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - T.I.]
I'm a fool with the bitches I talk they listen
Funny thing all I gotta say is lets get it
And my mouth piece sweet but my dick game vicious
Plus I'm paid but they already rich they ain't trippin'
She can tell I'm fly first time she ride wit me
S65 who ride the 550
King worldwide God to my city
Yea them other niggas say that they hard but not really
Coupe super clean shut all the cars down
I got 50 g's on me i'll tear the mall down
Use to be in the ?? in the summer home now
one in Cabo one in miami think i'll go to rome now
Ay Ay



"Show It To Me"
(feat. Nelly)

Aye bend that ass over, and let it move back
Come kick it wit me, I'll get your groove back
And give it to me
Show it to me
Give it to me
Show it to me
Give it to me
Show it to me

[Hook]
Aye bend that ass over, and let it move back
Come kick it wit me, I can help you get your groove back
Aye give it to me
Show it to me
Now give it to me
Show it to me
Now give it to me
Hey whatcha doin'?

Give it to me
Show it to me
And let it wiggle 'cause I like it when you do that
Come kick it wit me, I can help you get your groove back
Now give it to me
Show it to me
Now give it to me
Show it to me
Just give it to me
Hey whatcha doin'?

Just give it to me
Show it to me

[T.I.]
I got a whack dough flow
Stacks on swole
Five different hoes in Cadillac four door
Niggas think they gonna attack, I got a mac on hold
I'll bust ya in your stomach leave you back on the floor
You see T.I. and Nelly on it, know the track gone blow
Man you niggas barely pro, I don't even practice no more
Aye shawty I was gettin' dough when you was rappin so-so
When you barely had flow I had crack for the low
You can stunt for the audience and act for the hoes
Let me ask you what you gon' do when we ain't actin' no more
Aye when I finish wit you you ain't even gon' be rappin' no more
Aye "How he doin'?, Where he at?" somethin' they ain't askin' no more
Aye picture me not bein' the main attraction no more
That's all the talkin' I care to do to you back to the hoes
Baby drop it back it up til you can't back it no more
You show me you bout that action, I'll throw a stack on the floor

[Hook]

[Nelly]
Aye come on in lil mama sit down pay attention
You don't want to get to school, then take your ass to detention
Stick my key in your ignition, I'm crankin' up your engine
I'm pullin' your extensions Now we switchin' up positions
Got an ill technique, in makin' ya knees weak
A non-stop treat until your g-spot leak
To your G4 seat, we'll be back next week
so tell that lame ass nigga you got places to be
So give me your participation, don't need no hesitation
Don't want to be mistaken, ma I'm plannin' on relations
Yea, you rollin' wit the King and the One
Country niggas in the chevy passin' Grey Poupon
Man, we been gettin' dough since we was way too young
The record sales was the mob that'll make me a Don
You see this is why I'm hot, and this is why he not
so mama climb on top, and show me what you got, aye

[Hook]

[T.I. & Nelly]
The independent ladies that can buy their own Mercedes I say
That's the one, that's the one
Country girls that represent, payin' they own rent holla
That's the one, that's the one
For the women constantly poppin' tags with the newest Louis bags yea
That's the one, that's the one
To all the girls who in shape, slim waist, pretty face hey
That's the one, that's the one
Okay
Now bend that ass over



"Don't You Wanna Be High"

[CHORUS:]
Hey don't ya wanna be high? Hey listen baby come fly wit me, take a ride, get high wit
me. I know you wanna be high. You never wanna say bye to me, if you ever come fly wit me. Hey
dont ya wanna be high? Hey, listen baby, come fly wit me, take ride, get high wit me. I know
you wanna be high. Promise you'll never say bye to me, if you ever get high wit me.

[VERSE I:]
The bucket's on tilt, truck is on stilts i did another deal today, at least a couple
mil'. Naw i'm askin you to chill, wanna pat that down I'm tryin to pick you up and never put
your ass back down. get rid of all your worries, why you draggin that around? Here pop one of
these and now pass that around. Fire it up, take a shot, now your ass in the clouds. Can i bend
ya over, throw your ass back down? No need sayin no. we way pass that now. I aint them other
niggas, just control the flashback now. Make three wishes, you can have that now. Fuck the
finacin', payin cash right now. miracle man, make your dreams come true. Take a ride, get high,
bout time you come too.Bet ya life done changed, ya likin my last name Done had a couple
babies, wit a Bentley and a Range. Crib on the water, eatin meals on the plane And ya ilfe in
the sky like you lived on a plane. So much good shit to fill ya brain, If the band seem
strange, i'm jus sayin'

[CHORUS]

[VERSE II:]
You see me chillin' out, kickin back in the ride, Wit fly broad on the passenger
side. Got a nice smile and immaculate eyes. fore' she get inside, she dont have to decide.
Cause she can have it like she want it, we can do it like that. And i went and threw it to her
and she threw it right back. She say nobody gave it to her like that, Hit it from the back, I
figure you would like that. Her head and tight pussy good like that And damn she aint even from
the hood like that So she probably never kicked it wit a cool nigga Other niggas had her, didnt
know what to do wit her. Intimidated by her face and her cute figure. Cause her waist real
small and her ass way bigger Don't she know that if i want her, I aint finna play wit her. All
i gotta do is spend a A wit her

[CHORUS]

[VERSE III:]
Hey what it is, pretty girl, would you like to come and kick it wit a nigga for a
night or two And you can take your clothes off if you like to. And it dont matter 'bout the
cost if i like you i just do it shawty, I aint gotta try t. Bust a move, bet ya I can set a
fire in you. me chase round behind you? Why boo? i'm like you, you know you fly, but i'm fly
too. you know how to do it, alwayz ride good. Match the paint wit the wheels, the trunk and the
hood. You dealin' wit a real nigga, get it understood. I'm still in the hood, even when in
Hollywoof. Wit my beat down low and my top let back You lookin' for a G. well you got just that
Well i can be a King and you can be my princess Baby all you gotta do is say yes.

[CHORUS]



"Touchdown"
(feat. Eminem)

[E] When we touch down

[Chorus: E = Eminem; T = T.I.]
[T] In the midwest we okay
E'rybody know them southern boys love that bass
[E] Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, 'weesiana
Mississippi, Ten-a-keys, every mufuckin state, when we touch down
[T] Go right from the plane to the rave
[E] When we touch down
[T] On a private plane getting brains, till we
[E] Touch down, there ain't no way to keep em quiet
With T.I. and Shady baby, we bout to incite a riot
When we touch down

[1st verse: T.I.]
When we get in town, you know how we getting down
Pull up clean, then hop on out, snatch all the freaks then walk on out
I'm living what they talking bout, shining if it dark or not
That one hundred E-X-double R, you'll find that in the parking lot
You barking up the wrong tree, I do this shit for zone three
Four, five and six as well as one, Atlanta I'm forever son
Still be on whatever coast, round blowing heavy smoke
Ay Em you better tell them folk what hell it take to let em go
They know I put that green light on them haters
Keep on trying me I put that beam right on ya tater (pow)
Now you don't wanna see T.I.P. outrageous
Try to keep him in a cage but somehow he keep escaping
That's why I be on vacation, Virgin Island I be taking
Private planes out to Spain, I keep on flying I ain't faking
The money ain't a thang, think I'm lying, you're mistaken
You can find long lines of all kinds of bitches waiting when we touch down

[Chorus]

[2nd verse: Eminem]
Welcome to the Midwest, yes
Where them Detroit playas ball like you have no idea
The more is here, got the whole place looking like it's candy painted
Ain't it like we left the kids at home and just let em loose with the crayons
Fuck, I just hit a jogger, people looking like Frogger
They hopping out of the way whenever they see Marshall's car coming
The kids painted my windows with black permanent marker
And let the rest of the car carpet color like swirl pops
And I got the bass thumping but I'm bound to bump into something
Kids are flying through the air looking like they krumping
The way they tumbling, I gotta do something
But as soon as I hit the car wash to get the tar off
They just right back at it tommorrow
They're like, "Dad this is in, so you're with the trends"
"This is for the pens, listening to mens, nail polish on the rims"
And now it's custom chrome, but I gotta go do a show
So go on with ya bad self, just have it back to normal when I touch down

[Chorus]

[3rd verse: T.I.]
From my arrival, un-til my departure
Gurantee I put this d-i-c-k in somebody's daughter
Ay, I still have my way with the ladies way cross the water
Flew to Paris from Haiti, did some shit that I thought of
It's erotic that the shit that we popping makes us psychotic
Threat the corpse for America, then why they running from me?
How could they be so ignorant? Look what hip-hop done brung us
It's allowed us to run a business, legitimated our moneys
Got us out of the ghettos and relocated our mommies
I made it all the way here ain't no way you taking it from me
So excuse me Oprah honey, I'm sorry, really I promise
But niggas, bitches and hoes do exist, I'm just being honest
For that am I being punished? Why is you so astonished?
Now I ain't got a degree, just intelligence in abundance
So you ain't gotta like me, I know billions of folks who love me
You can tell how they yelling and screaming and waiting for me when I touch down

[Chorus]



"Act III: T.I. vs T.I.P. The Confrontation"

[T.I.P.]
man meet me at the mirror man
hurry up
come holla at meet
NOW!!

[T.I.]
man dis shit is fucked up man

[T.I.P.]
oh bout time

[T.I.]
ladies and gentleman I apoligize for the fusion

[T.I.P.]
what the f.... fuck dem man you better holla at me

[T.I.]
see if you called back trap muzik you had a problem once before

[T.I.P.]
meet me at the mirror man, come to the mirror

[T.I.]
I thought we had dis shit under control though u know what I'm sayin

[T.I.P.]
nah home boy man I told yall I was gunna let you do this shit for a minute

[T.I.]
nah man hold up man I'm talkin can u see?

[T.I.P.]
man you can't shut me up man I got it from here on out

[T.I.]
man it's obvious that we can......

[T.I.P]
we doin this shit my way now

[T.I.]
man this dude is impossible
man why can't you just talk about what the fucks wrong wit cha
man why can't you just say whats on your mind man
quit all dat actin out

[T.I.P.]
man talkin don't do mutha fuckin good man
man dis shit got way outta hand now

[T.I.]
man I understand all dat grub man but look though man
all you gotta do is ride out

[T.I.P.]
ride out my ass dat what got my mutha fuckin partna killed man

[T.I.]
man you think I ment for that shit to mutha f**kin happen?
dog you think I would hold da keys like dat?

[T.I.P.]
it don't matter what the fuck you ment to happen

[T.I.]
I mean all in all bra I told you do it my way and that wouldn't had happen

[T.I.P.]
man doin it your way is what got us here right now

[T.I.]
so what you sayin

[T.I.P.]
what the fuck, you heard me say nigga
yall out here man yall on T.V, flossin wit your Hollywood
mutha fuckin outfits and. bra I ain't wit dis shit home boy

[T.I.]
well fuck it den cuz you know ery mutha fuckin thing

[T.I.P.]
nah I don't know everithang but I know bullshit when I see it

[T.I.]
man

[T.I.P.]
yall be tryin to put me on front of ery mutha fuckin
camera lights

[T.I.]
da fuck you mean man? what you talkin bout?

[T.I.P.]
ay look you need me partna man

[T.I.]
you need me

[T.I.P.]
I don't want nun of dat King of The South shit for one for TIP

[T.I.]
man TIP your ass get locked up erytime if I let you get a chance

[T.I.P.]
if you let me? you see what the fuck I'm sayin man?
how the fuck you let me gunna do somthin?
ay look man I'm sick of you and these other whole ass rappers out here.
yall can kiss my ass. you can tell em I said that. fake ass niggas.

[T.I.]
man I'm done talkin to you. [glass breaks] go back to your song
fuck it



"Tell 'Em I Said That"

[Intro]

Ay Ay Ay Ay for as long as i remember,
i've been tellin yall man to pull these nigga resumes..
you better check up on these nigga.. these niggas be lyin man..
these niggas aint really kickin this shit they be tellin yall man..
they wanna see yall get fucked up right there man..
keep ya eyes on me nigga dont believe what these niggas tell ya man
(I'm tryna tell you patna)

[Chorus]

Ya niggas ain't cool what they rap about
These niggas ain't do
Hear em say it but it really ain't true
Ya niggas ain't true
Ya niggas ain't really
Talkin to em
Dont be no fool you better take ya ass to school
Cause these niggas ain't G's
Gangsta's somethin these niggas cant be
What you expect these niggas ain't me
Ya niggas ain't rich
Ya niggas ain't really gettin bricks
Its official man ya niggas ain't shit
TELL EM I SAID THAT!

[Verse 1]

He nigga lying everytime you hear rhymin
He dont talk about they diamonds
N how they be out there shinin
For the wrap
Hey were trappin
Tell yall they be at there grindin
And i know they aint about that action
Im tellin ya ima ride em
They prolly try to come in the hood N' sell weed
Think Its all good untill they run into some real G's
Holla tell us where it is
And i promise we'll leave
Hesitate to sayin boy them lamma well squeeze
Please Pay attention to this part of the bull
One time got robbed got shot got shooked
Got a job started rhymin came up with a hook
Got a chain n some tats came up with a look
Went and made it here
Workin talk tough in a bull
Fuck the image and perception they never tough as they look
They some mutha fucking suckers
put it on wherever
Any real nigga know better man these niggas

[Chorus]

Ya niggas ain't cool what they rap about
These niggas ain't do
Hear em say it but it really ain't true
Ya niggas ain't true
Ya niggas ain't really
Talkin to em
Dont be no fool you better take ya ass to school
Cause these niggas ain't G's
Gangsta's somethin these niggas cant be
What you expect these niggas ain't me
Ya niggas ain't rich
Ya niggas ain't really gettin bricks
Its official man ya niggas ain't shit
TELL EM I SAID THAT!

[Verse 2]

Ya cant tell
Them niggas aint surely
Get caught with a nigga gon' tell
Them nigga dont sell
This ya g aint gotta put it on a scale
He ask you if it weigh enough just tell em YEAHH
Ya nigga just yell
Pull the pistol them nigga gon bail
If he got a pistol bet he dont spray it
They dont wanna go to jail
And they aint no hell be walkin on shells
Gladiator school is you prepared
I can see these niggas scared
Gotta problem wit me nigga just say it
We can play it how you want to play it
Better go head
40 pistols will be aimed at yo head
All the way down and where yo gold leg
jean really on the edge
jean aint under suspicion of the feds
u just tellin them u is as stead
ya never bought us head
what ya get behind the mic and just said
the people already know i must say it!

[Chorus]

Ya niggas ain't cool what they rap about
These niggas ain't do
Hear em say it but it really ain't true
Ya niggas ain't true
Ya niggas ain't really
Talkin to em
Dont be no fool you better take ya ass to school
Cause these niggas ain't G's
Gangsta's somethin these niggas cant be
What you expect these niggas ain't me
Ya niggas ain't rich
Ya niggas ain't really gettin bricks
Its official man ya niggas ain't shit
TELL EM I SAID THAT!

[Verse 3]

Ya damn right
These niggas dont have rights
To rap about the shit i did every night
Did u win every fight
You ever went to jail for sellin white
May barbick and trap same night
Yo know these niggas light right
Im speakin on it cause it aint right
Nigga died i survived by the nerve my strife
Went to jail came home
Twenty times got it right
But still tryin keep for shootin sucker niggas i dont like
Cause the game feel like the real niggas on strike
This sucker get a deal now he livin so shy
Ya niggas outta sight actin hard lyin on they record
Know it when you see recognize it dont respect it
Got every right ta check em when you see em in ya city
Run up on em and try em bet you see that they some bitches
Niggas tell you what they want you to hear
Dont tell me real recognize real eventually they'll see

[Chorus]

Ya niggas ain't cool what they rap about
These niggas ain't do
Hear em say it but it really ain't true
Ya niggas ain't true
Ya niggas ain't really
Talkin to em
Dont be no fool you better take ya ass to school
Cause these niggas ain't G's
Gangsta's somethin these niggas cant be
What you expect these niggas ain't me
Ya niggas ain't rich
Ya niggas ain't really gettin bricks
Its official man ya niggas ain't shit
TELL EM I SAID THAT!

Ay Ay Ay Ay




"Respect This Hustle"

[Chorus]
R-E-S-P-E-C-T M-Y H-U-S-T-L-E
Respect this hustle, respect this hustle
Wont accept nothin less, so respect this hustle
I aint in it for the fame I aint in it for the glory
I'm down to die for it absolutely mandatory
Respect this hustle, respect this hustle
Wont accept nothin less, so respect this hustle

[T.I.]
These niggas bitch made i'm gettin paid six ways
my shits laid and shits sprayed with lemonade with blades,
keep your mouth closed you dont want to get sprayed
shoot you down your body make you sun bathe six days,
Kamikazee renegade, now we never been afraid
kept the trap hot enough to fry egg in the shade,
I ball till the day lying dead in the grave
leave the feds behind the wall cause i aint get away,
chopper round the corner in a bush with a brick of yay,
a bust can happen any day, we out here trapping anyway,
gettin money to them Haitians damn what a nigga say,
i got a real bad condition if i ain't gettin paid,
hand over fist what im missing got to get busy,
i know you see this car I'm driving and see the house that i live in
and figure this is enough,
but nigga i want way more really this is play doe, you set your sites way low.
i had enough of the game i don't know whether to stay or go.
different groups of lames and suckers i don't know which way i go,
well nigga you know you king why you always got to say it for?
cause they said i couldn't say it before,
and i remember all it did was f**k my temper up more Doug and "J" know,
I say I wear the crown, not a halo sorry,
niggas think they seeing me but they so sorry,
they fast but they ain't no ferrai, NRROWM.

[Chorus]
R-E-S-P-E-C-T M-Y H-U-S-T-L-E
Respect this hustle, respect this hustle
Wont accept nothin less, so respect this hustle
I ain't in it for the fame I ain't in it for the glory
I'm down to die for it absolutely mandatory
Respect this hustle, respect this hustle
Wont accept nothin less, so respect this hustle

[T.I.]
You think you been pulling gats cussing fussing enough
here bragging bout these niggas you been busting enough,
man look around ain't nobody suffering but her,
you could beat a hundred cases catch one and you fucked.
(i get probation)
is you crazy pull your gun in the club,
see how many folks and polices put you down in the club.
if we got to come with a slug why we come to the club
how much more of this shit you think we can put under the rug
look we already told them I Told You So,
but all these niggas speaking out whoever spoke before,
don't take it personal people want to be close to folk,
what you think the television and the posters for?
(im claustrophobic though)
well then you need to see a doctor for it,
man i aint joking you close t.i.p. and bout to blow it,
did you forget about them nights in the cells was you honesty
when we was having talks with God and you promise,
if he could make away for you to be large and you done it.
out the gate Urban Legend went on to do numbers,
sold a mill made ATL king first week,
five hundred with the Grammy (but not the one that i wanted),
what about them eight figure deals and that other new money,
but ask yourself something where the
gun you got from me? Keep it real...

You need to think of someone other than yourself some time, did you keep your promise...
Keep it real.

[Chorus]
R-E-S-P-E-C-T M-Y H-U-S-T-L-E
Respect this hustle, respect this hustle
Wont accept nothin less, so respect this hustle
I ain't in it for the fame I ain't in it for the glory
I'm down to die for it absolutely mandatory
Respect this hustle, respect this hustle
Wont accept nothin less, so respect this hustle


"My Type"

Let's go... you all gonna wish for a nigga like me when i ain't here you know what I'm saying (you think I'm lying)
(say goodbye to the bad guy)

[chorus]
(You don't appreciate a nigga my type,
Once I die there ain't no more niggas my type,
So just remember me right)
Bet you don't appreciate a nigga my type,
But when I die there ain't no more niggas my type,
So just remember me right,
Bet if I let them suckers kill me tonight,
All them haters gonna be filled with delight,
God forgive me aight,
I sacrifice so they can live my life,
If necessary I'll give my life,
What you hear is my life,
Reputation decorated with stripes,
No need crying at the end of my life,
Just remember me right

[Verse 1]
When your back was against the wall remember where could you go,
Remember who helped you again like he helped you before,
When out the way to let you know that you ain't never alone,
Then they respect you then come here until they left you alone,
He thought you how to be weak, he thought you how to be strong,
Taught you not to accept the future go all out if he gone,
But it ain't the same in the streets now that he gone,
He now in heaven in the thrown exactly were he belong,
Though he left millions devastated and his family mourn,
Sons turn to grown man since their daddy been gone,
Daughters grew like him or not he left his family home,
Even prepared the funeral service he had in the dome,
And then they came to represent for a stand up gent,
Who walked it like he talked it, always said what he meant,
Impossible to stop him had a head like cement,
Maybe now you'll appreciate the nigga like this..

[chorus:]
Bet you don't appreciate a nigga my type,
But when I die there ain't no more niggas my type,
So just remember me right,
Bet if I let them suckers kill me tonight,
All them haters gonna be filled with delight,
God forgive me aight,
I sacrifice so they can live my life,
If necessary I'll give my life,
What you hear is my life,
Reputation decorated with stripes,
No need crying at the end of my life,
Just remember me right

[Verse 2]
If they've only knew the man outside of the hype,
No matter what the situation he alway try to do right,
Still they gossip the told lie, used to take him for granted,
Often found it hard to relate, some how they can't understand it,
'Cause that respect he gonna demand it, there's a problem he handle it,
Looked adversity in the eye, he never ran from a challenge,
They try to knock him off balance when the fed came and got him,
Did the time on the edge came home now he stoppin',
Now while them niggas used to hate him, but they girl use to jock him,
Swear he had the kinda swagger made the world stop and watch him,
Plus he possessed so much hustle, made it impossible to top him,
Got better every album, haters hate to see him drop em',
They just talk shit from a distance, when he around they playin' pose,
He use to scare the suckers shitless, probably why them niggas shot him,
Hey what it took nothing else than what they could've ever did about him,
So go 'head talk shit about him,
At least you ain't forgot about him..

[chorus]

[Verse 3]
Wanna say sorry to my Mama,
King and Lil Mama,
See me go through so much drama,
You could stand a little thunder,
Never let em' see you sweat, stay cool as a cucumber,
Stay ready for a whatever, make note I'm gonna do wonder,
How he died? On his feet like a man with honor,
Showed you the sky was the limit, you can do whatever you wanna,
and that's for Bubba, Domani, Deja, and Nique Nique,
Don't worry bout me Uncle Phil the ladies with me,
See me with your granddaddy,
I know you gonna miss daddy,
But life ain't always a dream, and horrible shit happens,
Had I let a nigga kill me before I could quit rapping,
An get to spend more time with you, I know we would've been happy,
But I had to take the chances, you would have been trappin',
Long as I could keep that from happening,
Your Papi could die happy,
So keep the wind at your back and the sun at your face,
Remember winnin' in your blood you were born with what it take (okay)..


"The Hottest"
(feat. Mac Boney)

[Intro: T.I.]
Yo, ayyyyyy, huh-ayyyy
I gotta love my man here engineerin (okay)
It don't take me too long to write it (uh, huh-ayyyyy)
How long it take you to record me baby? HEY! (huh-ayyyyy)
Hey ya ain't live, you don't ride, you don't do it like I do it
(It's all good man, we gon' ride on these fuck niggaz anyway though)
Ya ain't real, you don't wanna get into it
Don't play with yourself nigga (okay)
Play a lotto nigga (okay)
Hey - let's get it! (yeahhhhh fuck nigga, AY!)

[Chorus: T.I.]
Hey ya ain't live, you don't ride, you don't do it like I do it
I keep it real - ya ain't real, you don't wanna get into it
Ya ain't crunk, ya ain't buck, ya ain't hard, ya ain't G
You ain't got what I got pumpin in your hard TV
You do all that yellin, holla, ya ain't real and ya ain't bout it
Ya ain't serious, ya ain't crazy, you know you don't wanna die
Ya ain't hustle from the bottom, you don't got it like I got it
You can hate and you can lie but pussy nigga I'm the hottest

[T.I.]
I'm the realer nigga in this shit, aside from all the business shit
I'm the nigga sucka niggaz best to keep it pimpin with
People say I start a lot of shit, I say I finish it
Thank God it wasn't no witnesses, I'd still be servin sentences
Rap shit way more stressful that I love my other businesses
Thank God I'm a professional and scared I don't begin to get
Whether in a Phantom or the truck with all the kids in it
Still tote a hammer try me, man I hope you listenin
Your death gon' be elaborate, real fuckin extravagant
I'm down to die myself to show you niggaz I ain't havin it
Had to kill your son and a few your momma had to get
And they were playin dumb, we run in and ask where daddy at

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[Mac Boney]
I carry niggaz on my back like a bookbag
Put the pistol in his hand and tell him shoot his ass
I pull a little file faster than them credit people
Yo' ass dead, that's why you probably seein dead people
The weapon with me's really lethal, yeah it scare people (oh my God)
I know off top that I'm gon' bust, that's why I dare people
And I won't dare cheat you, I fair-and-square beat you
Same time, same time's why I'm on that Grey Goose
Don't make me spray and let loose, cause I won't hesitate to
I heard one shot then heard two, jumped up out the truck like what it do
I got a fo'-five on me and got a nine too
A nigga sayin "Mac Boney, we ain't shoot at you"
I say you sucka ass niggaz better keep it movin
'Fore y'all boys be the ones I end up doin



"Hustlin'"
(feat. Governor)

[Governor]
Hustlin... out here...

[Chorus: Governor]
I'm out here, hustlin
I'm just thinkin 'bout gettin back home to you babe
I'm out here, hustlin
You see that's how I'm able to send that little money to you
Hustlin - let's get more freedom
in my future, so we can ball (out here)
So we can sip champagne, and puff that mary jane
And you can fly first class on an airplane

[T.I.]
Jeah, ay, let's go man
I remember comin up, used to hate to get on the bus
Dreams of gettin paid and makin the big bucks
Started to get a little then couldn't get enough
Let me in, I'ma win nigga I don't give a fuck
The environment sucks but the bread ain't bad
The broads, don't fuck 'em all but the head ain't bad
I'm young, rich and legit; think the Feds ain't mad?
Haters are sick of the Six, so scared of the scad
Dag, damn nigga ya ain't have to brag
This'll never pay, remember when you said that bad?
The nigga still thinkin I blew up so fast
J. Geter, remember when you put up yo' last?
This for my niggaz tryin to flip yo' cash
'fore the Feds can get a chance to clip yo' ass
Get a lot of powder in a Ziplock bag
Wrist full of rubber bands, 40-cal's in the dash

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
Yo ay, ay, let me holla at 'em Gov'..
I know some people love me to death and there's some that can't stand me
Cause I got a big-ass crib in Miami (what else?)
Another out in Cali, backyard so sandy (okay)
And most broads find it hard to understand me
But the same attitude that make crews goddamn me
is the same ones that got me lookin cool at the Grammy's
Haters wanna damage me but King you'll never be
Shawty holla at me when you get your first felony
Then holla at me when you've been on Dave Letterman
Say they never seen a real nigga so elegant
Lames wanna hear that real shit and I'm tellin it
Trained the game to be sold and I'm sellin it
Chasin a Honda mil', that bullshit is irrelevant
We can race if you wanna, I bet on me and you'll never win
Simply cause a loser's somethin I've never been
If you doubt now holla back at 2007 then

[Chorus]

[Governor]
Hustlin... out here...
Hustlin... out here... [echoes]



"Bounce Like This"

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

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

[Chorus]




"Dope Boi Fresh"
(feat. Attic Crew)

[verse 1]
Yea! A-town nigga
a nigga dope Boi fresh in dis polo and guess
or the guccI and louie shawty aint nuthin less
I keep a piece on my side and some beat in my ride
the window up when its hot or when its cold outside
the AC blow snowballs drive a bitch up the wall
with them plush leather guts steady grippin the butt
the paint just drip on the street michael jordan on my feet
with a big booty freak to make the pimpin complete
I go and pick up big floaty he twistin a swisher slowly
bend the corner aint no hatin and all the hoes no me
these hoes star struck cause we spendin dem big bucks
dis chevy got they attention and fuckin dem hoes up
cause I'm

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
dope Boi fresh, dope Boi dope Boi dope Boi [4x]
ooo hes so fresh

[verse 2]
BANKHEAD!
guess jeans, fresh white tees and a bubble coat
ever slang blow all day at da corner sto'
serve til ya bar get low go and get some mo
nigga trap til da yay get sold, plain and simple ho
give a damn if it snows, nigga I don dime day old
now five days old wit a big bank roll
hit da club and pull six stank hoes
brang it back to da trap
and move six mo o'z
they say his shirt so wrinkled and his kicks so old
wit no haircut so I'm hood rich tho ho
ya mighta seen me in a chevy I got six mo of those
and a direct connect wit a brick fa da low

[chorus]

[verse 3]
every now and then I ride shotgun
I done always been fresh since day one
wit da rod livers khakis kangols and polos
dese other monkey niggaz tacky like hobos
dope Boi fresh or should I say razor sharp
catch me in action the definition of pimpin hard
lately I been on a roll
swooped up them old bo jacksons, sky blue on dem hoes
white baseball kangol now I'm spiffy
hell I might change clothes to dem smoke grey dickies
and dem dope Boi nikes thats how a-town kick it
and them ghetto hoes like it, even after the fight
and I'm

[chorus (3x)]

[verse 4]
I work a crease on dat biiiiitch cuttin hard like a razor
sittin rite on dem nikes like a nigga had a tailor
always be dead fresh and I just get cause I'm a player
catch me in ben hill or cuttin hoes up in decatur
always ridin clean keep da chevy sittin rite
da 23s be killin hoes and choppin through the nite
jumpin out brand new dem tennis shoes white white
if I scuff em fuck em chuck em pull a new pair out da biick (back)
hit dat walter wit a stiiick (stack) scrape dat new shit off da riike (rack)
just gimme dat encye and dat falcons throwbiike (throwback)
da number 8 jordan in dat red and bliiick (black)
and a size number seven in dem ben hill heights
I stay



"My Air Forces"

[T.I. talking]
Bet yall niggas don't remember these wit Run-DMC...
Naw, I ain't wit dem no mo...What they is now...MY AIR FORCES

[Verse One]
Walk through the hood at night
I dont like 'em laced tight, but they feel alright
Outta sight, all white, steeping swaging my strap
I got the four in my lap cause I stay in the trap
Like guess and heavy starch thrity-four in the way
With thrirty six so I can fit this forty-four on my waste
If I waste something one 'em I'ma throw 'em away
Pull a fresh pair out the trunk, and buy some more in a day
And I wear'em like I bought 'em, I don't lace 'em or nuthin'
Got bitches wonderin' why I don't call, I don't chase 'em or nuthin'
Funky fresh MC, I bet you see
T.I.P with a fresh new pair of Nike Airs on his feet
And when you see me in the streets, you know you looked at a star
The way the Congo and Polo the checks is even matching my car
Ahhhh, back to the subject though
I just letting you know about my air forces

[Chorus]
Don't care how many shoes I get, when all else fails dem the shoes I pick
And I walk like so I don't bruise my kicks
I got alot but none fit like my Air Forces
Brand new O-Eyed Benz
Where in less there ain't a pair in every store I check
Gotta outfit, wanna make sure I'm fresh
Well you know I gotta go get my Air Forces

[Verse Two]
All white trimmed in gray
Bubbled laced to the top on with me
All day, collecting pay in the ass of a jay
Or any sucka nigga trying to get in my way
Stay kicking this muthafucking G.A. clay
With a limp and a sway and I don't play
Hoes keep asking pimp why the the same 'ol shoes?
Bitch, I'm four pairs deep and I done paid my do's
(My Air Forces)
Call number one like me
Hanging out the Chevy door when I stomp on the street
Concaine white leather feel good one my feet
Heyyyy, they ganranteed to keep you from the police
With bold they aint scuffed
The strap holding me up
My shoulder boy-cut
Who need platuim wwith super Dave, when dem boys be stuntin'
Nigga I'm just ballin' it up in my Air Forces

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Stepping in my Air Force Ones, hat to the right plus I got my gun
Headed to the weed house to cop me a sack
Bumped into this bitch I knew from way back
Now I'm smoking good kicked back and I'm ridin'
Police pull me over and I had to jump up out it
Bail to the spot, had to shake these damn polls
Forces fucked up and I done lost my dro
All white and gray with dem bubble shoe laces
Even got dem blue ones for the special occasion
ATL fitted with the guess get a map
Pussy ass twidded em put a hole in my lap
Now I gotta situation at hand
Guess I gotta take it back to the old plan
Forces get my payment trying to catch a ride
Thats why I stay down wit my Air Forces

[Chorus]


"Top Back (Remix)"
(feat. Young Jeezy, Young Dro, Big Kuntry, B.G.)

[Intro: Young Jeezy & T.I.]
Kream Dela Cream homey, top shelf ya know,
I like my beat down low, down low, down low, down low,
down low, down low, down low, I like my top let back, let back
let back, let back let back, let back, Ay holla if you like your
Cheaa you already know what this shit is nigga, remix nigga, Mannie Fresh,
T.I.P what's up nigga? I got you nigga, I'm a show this nigga what to do on you nigga...

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
I let my chain hang low get that thing up on my waist
all then haters talking reckless tell 'em say it to my face,
can see a bankroll yeah I almost caught a case
it's the remix so Manny Fresh drop the bass
I say now 28 inches got me sitting so high
reach straight up through the clouds God Damn I'm in the sky
got my 87 zone God dammit I'm fly
bet you anything won't nan nigga try it
I push the look come Wednesday the drop that Monday
ice cream Impala same color as a sundae, so you can miss me
with that hating and that he can't rap shit tell 'em faggot ass
niggas wrap they lips around my dick, God damn my money sick
Ay! I need to see a doctor, black on black Bentley call it phantom
of the Opera, Lemon lime drop top I call it a sprite
when I pull out the garage you can call it at night

[Hook: 2x]
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me riding 24's with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black

[Verse 2: Young Dro]
DRO! My trunk gonna break the damn law I'm riding through the hood with 8's a damn law, them 27's tall but them 8's are damn raw bitches know they see the
platinum is grey like grand pa spray the Chevy all kinda sour apple colors, diamonds up in my charm look like piny apple suckas teck 9 for some mack 90
for others' leave the weapon on Bucatti's I got on my Dannie Glovers, Naah' this ain't a movie but I shot 4 brothers and plus I gotta chevelle that flop 4
colors cars without the covers' my beat down low I let my rims sit high I'm the best thing blowing now Dro!!

[Hook: 2x]
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me riding 24's with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black

[Verse 3: Big Kuntry King]
I got my treble up high and my beat down low, I don't slam no door's hop in where the roof go, what I need a roof for replacing with the sky streets be
mine with that Georgia on my mind, I ride in the wettest paint, like I'm surfing on a title wave cocaine whip yeah straight out the microwave man in the
trunk sound like the man knocking, 5 pass rocking with stacks in my pockets

[Verse 4: B.G.]
I got money in my pocket and mind on mo to hear myself think I like my beat down low, cigarello full of dro and the Chevy 2 toned it's sitting on
chrome that's how I get my roll on' gotta dip through the hood you know Gizzle keep it real I see some hot girls so I'm a turn it up a lil let them bounce
to the music' ba bounce to the beat the top down hop in and ride with a G

[Hook: 2x]
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me riding 24's with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black

[Verse 5: T.I.]
Even though I like my beat down low and my top let back, chrome feet down low and my impala wet black ditch-e-dash hit the gas tell them niggas check
that, make them bitches sit back wofers give 'em wetcast, coming down in a Chevy motor sound like it very tight, it is you can tell I hear the tire yelling
er'lane and the way they ain't kicking I bet you could still hear it lord forbid I cut it up I bet I get left feel here, Okay my money real big,
choppers is still here, they catch me with it fuck it I'm doing my lil bit and my drop top riding with my glock cock riding I'm looking for them niggas'
where they at stop hiding hey!!!

[Ontro: T.I.]
now that's a mothafuckin' remix nigga........

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