1.Layin' Down Da Trap
T.I.
T.I. vs. T.I.P
Layin' Down Da Trap
(Excerpt from 'Sting of The Serpent')
And the prophecy read that
One day like the pheonix rose from the ashes
That a boy will be born unto a family in the slums
This boy will go on and use the knowledge that he gains
While fighting for survival in the streets
To become a crack leader
And in time that boy will grow to become King!!!!!!
Time to ride nigga (Just Blaze!!)
I welcome you and get acquainted with the youngest in charge
Respected from East to West like he was running the mob
Dictating, ain't taking orders from no one but God
I know you niggaz is broke 'cause I know what you charge
Them niggaz wishing for a Phantom it's one in my garage
It's black as legary right next to the black Ferrari
You niggaz ain't getting money off of rapping I'm sorry
Fuck the rep went and spent 60 large on a Harley
'Cause where he stay 10,012 feet not hardly
Now you see that we ain't able to compete, now arewe？
And pardon me I'm giving you the Westside story
Of the A, where I stay and niggaz stay down for me
You want to play, have you gay niggaz lay down for me
And get a order for killers to spray rounds for me
Competition, you ain't considered; you rapping, you bore me
You reppin the A horribly
Must I say more importantly
The king back!
Ay, man y'all niggaz got me way too fucked up, you understand
that？
What you need to do is homeboy
You need to go back and grab I'm Serious you know
You need to get familiar with Dope Boys and see where
all these niggaz got they style
See where that trap shit came from
Then you need to graduate to mother fucking In Da Streets
Vol.1-3
Then you need to go to Trap Muzik, I got locked up for a second
Then grab Urban Legend and now to bring you up to speed
Who knew you could fit on your wrist a whole pound of diamonds
I'm number one on the list while you clowns are climbing
Wishing to be in positions that you found that I'm in
Since you niggaz do what it say I'm world renowned than sign me
If Jay handled the clay and around the time
I delivered a bad day when 4 5's were spiraling
I care the least about police and the fireman siren
Ambulance ain't gon stand a chance in reviving
DOA amend the beef will cease upon my arriving
Paramedics yell clear and your flat line silent
You ain't ready for out here 'cause the lifestyle violent
You think you is, you must be living on Fantasy Island
Your mammies mad, get your ass wiped out like Thailand
Hit my phone and got what left and hit the three while you
following
You say you want to release and go to war with the finest
Need you be reminded, want it with Your Highness？
Ay man I know y'all niggaz still in the trap everyday
Still man I know y'all don't see nothing but the projects
nothing but grits
But listen
Make no mother fucking mistake man
I still wiil shoot up my mother fucking self, AK and
45 nigga on side nigga
And come see 'bout niggaz you understand
But I don't want to do that 'cause I respect that shit y'all
doing
I started that shit
I made that shit cool
I made these niggaz want to be you nigga
Nigga respect this shit!!!!
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2.Big Things Poppin' (Do It)
Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Byron Thomas
Hey, hey whatchu waitin' for？
Do it, you better do it, you better do it
Whatchu waitin' for？
Do it, cuz I'ma do it, cuz I'ma do it
Whatchu waitin' for？
Do it, you know we do it, you know we do it
Hey, hey, hey, big things poppin' and little things stoppin'
Big things poppin' and little things stoppin'
Big things poppin' and little things stoppin'
Ball on these suckas, shawty losin's not an option
Now do it, you better do it, you better do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for？
Do it, cuz I'ma do it, cuz I'ma do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for？
Do it, you know we do it, you know we do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for？
Do it, you better do it, you better do it
Now let me hear ya say big things poppin' and little things
stoppin'
Big things poppin' and little things stoppin'
Big things poppin' and little things stoppin'
Ball on these suckas, shawty losin's not an option
Now do it to the maximum, take it while you askin' 'em
Don't listen to them suckas when they say you too irrational
I said I was 'King' and them lames started laughin' and
Same suckas now want the King on a track with 'em
I composed several classicals, you know like 'Top Back'
'Dope Boy', 'Bring 'Em Out', and 'What You Know About That'
Now they ask how I talk, what you know about that？
Dominated '06, now I'm goin' right back, do it
See me rain hell, I just showed you like that
Even Denzel say, 'Damn, I ain't know it like that'
Yeah, still Bankhead, you can tell
Ain't nothin' changed but the name on the mail
I still kick in doors with them thangs in the air
Up in Benihana's, see me slang in the chair
I will slang ＊＊＊＊, no such thing as a jail
Say you need a hundred squares？ It just came off the scale
Let's do it, you better do it, you better do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for？
Do it, cuz I'ma do it, cuz I'ma do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for？
Do it, you know we do it, you know we do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for？
Do it, you better do it, you better do it
Now let me hear ya say big things poppin' and little things
stoppin'
Big things poppin' and little things stoppin'
Big things poppin' and little things stoppin'
Ball on these suckas, shawty losin's not an option
Now do it like a ball player, where you see me ball at？
Stacks tall as ball players, from the stage to the air
Whether in Miami, Cincinnati, or the Riverdale
Arizona, California, you make it rain anywhere
Pullin' out in public shawty, who you think you fin' to scare？
I send 'em missiles that'll have you goin' in your underwear
I tote a pair of 40's on me so you better tone it down
Or I suggest you just prepare yourself for when it goin' down
A-Town, West Side, clubs where you'll catch me
Right up at the top where Big Kuntry, Dro, and Mack be
Jackers lie, say they caught me slippin', how could that be？
I'm something like a stalker, I be e'rywhere the strap be
The trap be, jumpin' with them hundred dollar slabs
If I want it ＊＊＊＊＊, I could get a hundred on the tab
Sell 'em all, double down, ＊＊＊＊＊ do the math
Think I won't pull up in something with 200 on the dash？
Yeah I do it, you better do it, you better do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for？
Do it, cuz I'ma do it, cuz I'ma do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for？
Do it, you know we do it, you know we do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for？
Do it, you better do it, you better do it
Now let me hear ya say big things poppin' and little things
stoppin'
Big things poppin' and little things stoppin'
Big things poppin' and little things stoppin'
Ball on these suckas, shawty losin's not an option
Now I do it like I wanna do it, do it right in front of you
Real ＊＊＊＊＊ vision pimpin', I ain't seein' none of you
I do it for my ＊＊＊＊＊ Phil's daughter and his mama too
I do it for my oldest sons and their grandmama too
Do it for my daughters and my youngest son's mama who
Go buy what she want because she know it ain't a problem to
You do something to them and to you I'll 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 partners, go make sure them ＊＊＊＊＊＊ stuntin' too
We do it with them choppers, ain't no problem, where you runnin'
to？
We do it for the block, that why ain't nobody stoppin' me
I do it for my pop and my cousins too, they watchin' me
I did it nonstop, now see how these rappers copy me？
I made it from the bottom to the top where I oughta be
Who do it did good and do it did fresh
No matter what I do you know I do it to death
Hey I'ma do it, you better do it, you better do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for？
Do it, cuz I'ma do it, cuz I'ma do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for？
Do it, you know we do it, you know we do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for？
Do it, you better do it, you better do it
Now let me hear ya say big things poppin' and little things
stoppin'
Big things poppin' and little things stoppin'
Big things poppin' and little things stoppin'
Ball on these suckas, shawty losin's not an option
Now do it
3.Yeah
T.I.
T.I. vs T.I.P.
Yeah
Esc Block Ent
Im In Tha Club Like Yae Yae Yae Yae Yae Yae Yae
U Poppin Pills (Yea Im On It)
X O (Yea Im On It)
U Got Da Dro
You Go Them Hoes
In Da Club Like
Yae Yae Yae...
Grey Goose (Yea Im On It)
Hold Patron (Yea Im On It)
U Got Da Dro(Yea Im On It)
You Get Dem Hoes
Hey Nuthin Like A Psc N Block Ent Party Nigga
Real Niggaz With Real Money
Fo Sicka Farraris Nigga
Have Bitches Everywhere
20s N 50s Just Throw Em Out Slap Em On The Daria
Blow Da Dro
N Blow It Out
If U See A Scrub In Da Club
Nigga Point Him Out
Tryen Hit A Vip Theres No Love We Throwin Him Out
Tell Them Play They Position
Niggaz Stay N Get Laid
I Roll Wit Real Niggaz Like My Nigga Kuntry King
So Dont Give Me Yo Lip
Hk On My Hip Make U Hit A Fo Flip
N A Bandaid Fo Your Drip
In Case I Wonderin On How I Ball Or Where I Stay
Boyz In Da Hood We In Da Club Like Yae
Gimme A Bottle Of Parton N A Blunt Of Kuch Im Good To Go
Im High As Fuck Im In Da Matrix Movin Slow
Yec Im Da Flyest Who Told You Da Oreco
How Could U Ever Doubt Me
Ask Ya Hoe She Know
Kuntry King Kuntry King Da Question In On It Mayne
Gettin Bucks All In Da Club Now How U Do Dat I Make It Rain
N I Got Some More Stacks Im Fin To Make Ya Stomp Bitch
Seein Money Dont Try Thunder On My Hip
Psc N Block In Hear Wit Tip Yung Joc In Here
That Means Mo Pill Poppin Chicks Pop In Here
We Over Here Yae Pimpin This Is How I Ride Poppin Rubberbands
Got Da Drinks On High
4.You Know What It Is
Lyricist：Jerry Duplessis, Jean Guerschom, Clifford Joseph Harris,
Wyclef Jean
Aye, boy, don't spill my drink, boy, pull it
Now listen, everybody report to the bloodclot dance floor
You love the beat, boy, you know what it is
Yo, T.I.P., talk to them, bloodclot
I'm a real nigga, homie, show six figga's on me
I got a pistol, you don't want it but you know what it is
Aye, I'm way flyer, my pay is way higher
If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is
About that drama, you don't want no problems
I love that llama but you know what it is
Aye, I get money, all I count is big money
Because all she get from me, boy, you know what it is
Yo, T.I.P., let them little rock boys know how you livin'
The wait is over, here we go again, I'm back in the plate
Gon' sell another couple mill and take it back to the A
Gon' take that other couple mill and put it back in the safe
Find cash for the crew up only back in the lake
I'm up in cruises two steppin' with the gat in the waist
T.I. ain't in the streets no more, that what they say
Don't even try it when you sayin', boy, you have to be great
You can trust to hit ya in ya face your peeps will have to
replace
That's if you like it nigga and trust me it wont hurt me to take
A hundred thousand to them Haitians, you'll be murdered today
I'm a real nigga, homie, show six figga's on me
I got a pistol, you don't want it but you know what it is
Aye, I'm way flyer, my pay is way higher
If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is
About that drama, you don't want no problems
I love that llama but you know what it is
Aye, I get money, all I count is big money
Because all she get from me, boy, you know what it is
Yo, T.I.P, some boy wanna play our hit
Let 'em know who the king of the South is
Talk to them
Women 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 stand in the spot
With 2 revolvers in my pocket pitchin', handlin' rocks
Right now, judge tappin', there ain't a car I ain't got
I'm the number one customer at my own car lot
If you wanna know how much I makin' just imagine a lot
Even though I pro'lly gettin' more than you'd imagine I got
Listen close, I need to know if you understand me or not
If ya disrespectin' me you and your man will get shot
I'm a real nigga, homie, show six figga's on me
I got a pistol, you don't want it but you know what it is
Aye, I'm way flyer, my pay is way higher
If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is
About that drama, you don't want no problems
I love that llama but you know what it is
Aye, I get money, all I count is big money
Because all she get from me, boy, you know what it is
Went 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 could get a hundred of 'em for a million today
Frank Lucas ain't the only one who made a million a day
But it's the American gangster right here in ya face
And you don't wanna see P$C on the scene with AK
You think you running a private, that ain't even the case
And just because you get away, that don't mean its okay
You a dead man walking and I mean it, okay
I'm a real nigga, homie, show six figga's on me
I got a pistol, you don't want it but you know what it is
Aye, I'm way flyer, my pay is way higher
If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is
About that drama, you don't want no problems
I love that llama but you know what it is
Aye, I get money, all I count is big money
Because all she get from me, boy, you know what it is
Some of dem boys want to talk what dey have done
They guns sound like popcorn
5.What You Say To Me
T.I.
T.I. vs T.I.P.
What You Say To Me
Watch What You Say To Me
You Better Watch What You Say To Me
Watch What You Say To Me
You Say I Spray
Watch What You Say To Me
You See Me And You Know Im 2d Up
You Dont Want Me 2 Cut The Full Grip
Watch What You Say To Me
Find Out U Talkin Tough In Your Song
When You See Me You Know Whats Up Boy Its On
Nigga What You Say 2 Me
See I Aint Been A F＊＊K Nigga Never
Im Just Warnin All U Sucka Niggas
Better Watch What You Say 2 Me
Cuz Im Known To Make A Mountain Outta Molehile
U Dont Want 2 Get Your Folk Killed
Well Watch What You Say 2 Me
Got A Tool In My Pocket And The Club Just Rock (Rock)
Watchin These Niggas While Your Girlfriend Jockin (Jockin)
They Better Let It Go Becuz Niggas Already Know
That I Got That Thang Wit Me And It Aint Just To Let It Go
Tell Ya Mama Bet It Go Tell I Hit Niggas Say Yo
They Aint Nobody, F＊＊K Em Im Thinkin Im Finna Bust Em (Wait)
Look Up And See Police Is Lookin At Me
I Tell C He Tell Doug They Tell Kt
We Proceed 2 Surround Em And Call Him Squirrel Meat
Pick The Perfect Spot To Make Sure That The Girls See
Whatcha Walkin Off Do The Drinkin Say What？!？!
What You Think Then Call And See Nuthin But Bottle
Remy Martin 2 The Noggin Betta Bust It Wide Open
Ya Bitch Standin Here Hollerin While You Liein On The Floor
(Shit)
Why You Feelin Sorry 4 Him He Asked For It
Listen Yall Here Come The Moral Of The Story：
Watch What You Say To Me
You See Me And You Know Im 2d Up
You Dont Want Me 2 Cut The Full Grip
Watch What You Say To Me
Find Out U Talkin Tough In Your Song
When You See Me You Know Whats Up Boy Its On
Nigga What You Say 2 Me
See I Aint Been A F＊＊K Nigga Never
Im Just Warnin All U Sucka Niggas
Better Watch What You Say 2 Me
Cuz Im Known To Make A Mountain Outta Molehile
U Dont Want 2 Get Your Folk Killed
Well Watch What You Say 2 Me
Rap Music Is Sudden Aint It The Way These Pictures Is Painted
U Swear These Niggas Is Dangerous The Gangsta Shit They Sayin
Lock Em Up In The Booth With A Halfa Ounce Of That Cannibus
Sittin Back And Watch The Outlandish Shit They Betrayin (But)
Soon As You See Em They Freeze Up Like In Museums
Them Statues U Like Is That The Dude Who Said He Was Gonna Pop!
Niggas Get Runnin Before You Finish Your Sentence
And Then They Back 2 Riffin When They Off In A Safe Distance
U Like U Was Just Here U Disappeared Like Magicians In Thin Air
Im Like Damn Nigga At Least Keep It Consistent
I Hear You Debatin Me Lately, Ive Been Doin My Best 2 Stay
Hater-Free
Still Watch What You Say 2 Me!
Sooner Or Later Ill Take You Up On Your Offer And Put You All In
Your Place Like Im Replacing Your Father
U Talkin 2 The Author, The Architect Of The Blue-Print
My Dna In Your Music Mothaf＊＊Ker Are U Stupid？!？!
Watch What You Say To Me
You See Me And You Know Im 2d Up
You Dont Want Me 2 Cut The Full Grip
Watch What You Say To Me
Find Out U Talkin Tough In Your Song
When You See Me You Know Whats Up Boy Its On
Nigga What You Say 2 Me
See I Aint Been A F＊＊K Nigga Never
Im Just Warnin All U Sucka Niggas
Better Watch What You Say 2 Me
Cuz Im Known To Make A Mountain Outta Molehile
U Dont Want 2 Get Your Folk Killed
Well Watch What You Say 2 Me
Cuz I Aint Never Been A Sucka Been Gangsta My Whole Life
So A Nigga Disrespect Me And Its On On Sight
I Hear What You Say In Your Songs Some Of It I Dont Like
Heat It Up I Feel Tried I See You We Gone Fight
Be A Man Say My Name If You Talkin 2 Me
U Never Said Well I Figured You Aint Talkin 2 Me
Find Out U Is At The Awards Well Ill Call U Out In The Street
I Swear Ill Beat Yo F＊＊Kin Ass Like It Ought 2 Be Beat!
See All That Whisperin Is Lame I Aint One For The Game
If I Say F＊＊K U Nigga F＊＊K U Simple And Plain
I Say No Problem It No Problem Pimp U Do The Same
U Can Just Swallow Your Pride Cuz You Know Im Off The Chain
Try 2 Refain From Bein Violent But You Come Out Your Face
I Got My Lawyer Paid Up Ready 2 Catch Me A Case
When I Feel U Disrespected Me Ima Get Me A Case
But All This Shit Can Be Avoided One-On-One
Watch What You Say To Me
You See Me And You Know Im 2d Up
You Dont Want Me 2 Cut The Full Grip
Watch What You Say To Me
Find Out U Talkin Tough In Your Song
When You See Me You Know Whats Up Boy Its On
Nigga What You Say 2 Me
See I Aint Been A F＊＊K Nigga Never
Im Just Warnin All U Sucka Niggas
Better Watch What You Say 2 Me
Cuz Im Known To Make A Mountain Outta Molehile
U Dont Want 2 Get Your Folk Killed
Well Watch What You Say 2 Me
6.Dope Man
T.I.
T.I. vs T.I.P.
Dope Man
Look at this little nigga man...
Hey T.I. is that really you man？
Yeah shawty what's happenin？
Hey man can you give me a ride home man？
Man it's 2：30 in the muthaf＊＊kin morning what the f＊＊k are you
doin out here？
Out here trappin tryin to get rid of this baum of purp man.
Man, you can come with me on one condition.
What's that bro？
Let me convince you to put that bong down.
I knew it T.I.
What？
You weren't really on that dope boy shit..
I'll tell you what shawty get in man i'll show you how to...
Tote dat tool, make dat double
Better be cool you dont want no trouble
Can we lean it to the left, but gas they car.
I'm always super clean when you see me on the block
Keep my money and a nine with a rubberband on it
Blow dat 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 the trap
I'm the dopeman nigga
The dopeman nigga, the dope dope dope the dope dopeman nigga
I'm the dopeman nigga, the dopeman nigga,
the dope the dope man the dope man nigga
I'm the dopeman nigga
The dopeman nigga, the dope dope dope the dope dopeman nigga
I'm the dopeman nigga, the dopeman nigga,
(Easy-E says something)
Look,
Bet all you see is tats money grills and chains
But if you scratch the surface you can feel the pain
Names changed but the situation still the same
The bill need payin' niggas simple and plain
Take a young'n who aspirin to get him some change
Won't nobody hire him so he get in the game
Went and bought a 50 slap, divide it up into ten
Sold em all double-down did it again
By then you got enough to buy a quarter ounce
Sellin dimes till forty feinds buy it and bounce
Throw some money to your momma, keep some food in the house
But cop the outfit and Jordans on the day they come out
Better get yourself a pistol, you know them jackers is out
Flip another 7 grams oh you hustlin' now
Time to get yourself a half, make sure it's a blast
A hundred bag sellin fast, stackin g
Now you officially....
the dopeman nigga
The dopeman nigga, the dope dope dope the dope dopeman nigga
I'm the dopeman nigga, the dopeman nigga,
the dope the dope man the dope man nigga
I'm the dopeman nigga
The dopeman nigga, the dope dope dope the dope dopeman nigga
I'm the dopeman nigga, the dopeman nigga,
(I bet you think you're pretty good at it now huh？)
Now once you've flipped a couple o's now the game gets gravy
Take 1250 go get you two hundred baby
That's 63 grams if you whip that right
You should get back 5 or 6 that night
Stack that money and repeat that twice
Buy yourself a ride it ain't gotta be tight
By the time you bought some take 25 hundred
Get 4 and a half it come back a nine, dont it？
Now stay low key when the money keep comin
Keep some niggas on the team to show them suckas they dont want
it
By then your connect will clearly see you on the grind
Shit you come together now, now he fronts you what you buy
As long as you're bringin back 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 they want some weight tell them niggas stand in line
you the dopeman nigga
The dopeman nigga, the dope dope dope the dope dopeman nigga
I'm the dopeman nigga, the dopeman nigga,
the dope the dope man the dope man nigga
I'm the dopeman nigga
The dopeman nigga, the dope dope dope the dope dopeman nigga
I'm the dopeman nigga, the dopeman nigga,
(Stay with me now shawty, here come the fun part...)
Now the Robbers Plottin On Ya And Ya Name Stay Buzzin
U Caught a cell case down in Macon with ya 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 women snitchin on you, and it's true
Everybody know you sell that shit
The feds come and get ya and don't tell ya shit
We heard you...
Tote dat tool, make dat double
Better be cool you dont want no trouble
Can we lean it to the left, but gas they car.
I'm always super clean when you see me on the block
Keep my money and a nine with a rubberband on it
Blow dat 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 the trap
(I show you how to be a)
Dopeman nigga
The dopeman nigga, the dope dope dope the dope dopeman nigga
I'm the dopeman nigga, the dopeman nigga,
the dope the dope man the dope man nigga
(You say you wanna be a)
I'm the dopeman nigga
(The feds is the)
The dopeman nigga, the dope dope dope the dope dopeman nigga
I'm the dopeman nigga, the dopeman nigga,
the dope the dope man the dope man nigga
7.We Do This
Lyricist：Andrew Harr, Clifford Harris, Jermaine Jackson
Okay, 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
I got a drop on thirty, rims so purty
Shut ya lil' Gallardo down, close 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 and ya wonder why she ain't gettin' low
But she freakin' with four, shit, if you was tryin' to be fly
I suggest try a little more, nigga
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
Who ya ever seen under thirty this fly？
Playa house, South Beach, top floor, it's just 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
Three or four movies, get a hundred K a show about
Ten mil in real estate make them niggas really hate
What I care about it？ I ain't like them niggas anyway
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
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 with me
S65 who ride the 550
King worldwide, God of my city
Yeah, 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
One in Cabo, one in Miami, think I'll go to Rome now
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
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
8.Life Of The Party
T.I.
T.I. vs T.I.P.
Life Of The Party
Hook
When I was young we only had fun hit the club it was fun
(We used to love to be the life of the party, but then we always
got to fightin' and arguin', and had to get it poppin' right at
the party) I used to say 'G' can't you niggas stay 'G' then i
had to see the reala'
(Well He just wanna be the life of the party, he probably
bustin' out the sprite n' bacardi, and he don't wanna lose his
life at the party) damn buddy you way to close to me, he dont
mean no harm shawty (He just wanna be the life of the party,
that's why these niggas don't allow me to party, so i be walkin
right up out of the parties) You know we used to get along, hit
the club so long now i rather stay home (Cuz I'm too grown to be
the life of the party, cuz stupid niggas go to actin' retarded
and once we get to brawlin they gon' sue me regardless)
verse 1
I used to love to get clean roll fresh to the scene pocket full
of green, neck full of bling bling make the bitches loud scream,
pannies all clean, now here come the wild niggas talkin' loud on
the bean, Listen buddy you way to close to me where i'm from
that means you wanna do somethin' to me so don't be loud talkin
to me like you some bully it's a rocket in my pocket and you
through if i pull it, but honestly i'd rather save my bullet
this could be somethin' we could both avoid now could it, i'll
listen to you tell me whats ya name and what ya hood is but i
got my girl wit' me, get in the club wit me？ Naw ya see dog i
know we all somebody but what make you think that you could ask
to call somebody？ Nigga i don't know you, you see the shit i go
through n' this a party dog i don't even wanna go to
Hook
When I was young we only had fun hit the club it was fun
(We used to love to be the life of the party, but then we always
got to fightin' and arguin', and had to get it poppin' right at
the party) I used to say 'G' can't you niggas stay 'G' then i
had to see the reala'
(Well He just wanna be the life of the party, he probably
bustin' out the sprite n' bacardi, and he don't wanna lose his
life at the party) damn buddy you way to close to me, he dont
mean no harm shawty (He just wanna be the life of the party,
that's why these niggas don't allow me to party, so i be walkin
right up out of the parties) You know we used to get along, hit
the club so long now i rather stay home (Cuz I'm too grown to be
the life of the party, cuz stupid niggas go to actin' retarded
and once we get to brawlin they gon' sue me regardless)
verse 2
I'm a grown ass man with a big bank roll, what makes you think
i'm finna' be here arguin at the door, with a bouncer or
promoter let me in or tell me no, try to charge me a dolla' fuck
this shit i'm finna' go, ay, let us all in, cuz when we fall in,
see all the broads gettin' loose so we all win and plus a coulpe
stacks i'm spendin' at the bar again, this party won't make or
break me i'm still ballin' baby, see the Mercedes, sweet ass Ms.
Cedes, sucka's hate and broke niggas gettin frustrated, a young
folk playin' all the girls elated this nigga talkin' to me bout'
his cd, save it, this some shit you need to hit me in the day
with call doug aint tryna play with these jay's shit, them
bitches that im tryna' have my way with, i need to tell homes
get the fuck on how should i say this. Hey listen potna its a
real bad time i had a real long day and got other shit on my
mind and you blockin' my view of this bitch i'm tryna' see from
behind, now she gone i should've stayed home, this happen
everytime, i don't have a good time, i just go and sit around, i
guess its time for me to go on n' sit it down, for a over
obsessive fan or a hater make me kill em', i don't know about
yall but this aint what i call..chillin
Hook
When I was young we only had fun hit the club it was fun
(We used to love to be the life of the party, but then we always
got to fightin' and arguin', and had to get it poppin' right at
the party) I used to say 'G' can't you niggas stay 'G' then i
had to see the reala'
(Well He just wanna be the life of the party, he probably
bustin' out the sprite n' bacardi, and he don't wanna lose his
life at the party) damn buddy you way to close to me, he dont
mean no harm shawty (He just wanna be the life of the party,
that's why these niggas don't allow me to party, so i be walkin
right up out of the parties) You know we used to get along, hit
the club so long now i rather stay home (Cuz I'm too grown to be
the life of the party, cuz stupid niggas go to actin' retarded
and once we get to brawlin they gon' sue me regardless)
Verse 3 (R. Kelly)
Damn homie why you all on me like that, push back nigga you
don't know me like that, move out my way i'm tryna see some new
asses, you close like i'm lookin through a pair of thick
glasses, damn i ain't tryna hear shit about ya' cousin, i ain't
tryna shake hands and meet yo' girl yo, I ain't tryna here no
shit about you play piano, especially ain't tryna here no shit
about yo film ho, can't you see i'm high i'm tryna get my groove
on, i'm tryna talk to these chicks so get ya' move on, all up in
the v.i.p wit' ya cell phone tryna get next to me just to get ya
stunt on, homie get ya own game homie get ya own name, homie get
ya own fame homie get ya own chain, you want people to see you,
believe me man when you standin' next to me they gon' see you
Hook
When I was young we only had fun hit the club it was fun
(We used to love to be the life of the party, but then we always
got to fightin' and arguin', and had to get it poppin' right at
the party) I used to say 'G' can't you niggas stay 'G' then i
had to see the reala'
(Well He just wanna be the life of the party, he probably
bustin' out the sprite n' bacardi, and he don't wanna lose his
life at the party) damn buddy you way to close to me, he dont
mean no harm shawty (He just wanna be the life of the party,
that's why these niggas don't allow me to party, so i be walkin
right up out of the parties) You know we used to get along, hit
the club so long now i rather stay home (Cuz I'm too grown to be
the life of the party, cuz stupid niggas go to actin' retarded
and once we get to brawlin they gon' sue me regardless)
9.Show It To Me
Lyricist：Tony Galvin, Clifford Harris, Cornell Jr. Haynes
Aye, bend that ass over and let it move back
Come, kick it with 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
Aye, bend that ass over and let it move back
Come, kick it with me, I can help you get your groove back
Aye, give it to me, show it to me
Aye, give it to me, show it to me
Aye, 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 with 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
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 gon' 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 with 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 â~til you can't back it no more
You show me you â~bout that action, I'll throw a stack on the
floor
Aye, bend that ass over and let it move back
Come, kick it with me, I can help you get your groove back
Aye, give it to me, show it to me
Aye, give it to me, show it to me
Aye, 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 with 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
Come on in, lil' mama, sit down, pay attention
You don't want to get to school and 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
Yeah, you rollin' with 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
Aye, bend that ass over and let it move back
Come, kick it with me, I can help you get your groove back
Aye, give it to me, show it to me
Aye, give it to me, show it to me
Aye, 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 with 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
There maybe independent ladies who could buy their own Mercedes
I say, 'That's the one, that's the one'
Country girls that represent, they're payin' they own rent,
holla
'That's the one, that's the one'
For the women constantly poppin' tags with the newest Louis
bags, yeah
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
That's the one, that's the one
That's the one, that's the one
10.Goodbye My Dear
T.I.
T.I. vs T.I.P.
Goodbye My Dear
You can never ever say I ainât gave my love,
You can never say I don't care,
Since the beginning I've been here, I aint changed my love,
Regardless of what you may feel,
Us breaking up today would be a shame my love,
Donât think itâs such a good idea,
But you donât show me that you appreciate my love,
I had to say goodbye my dear.
My dear my dear...Say goodbye my dear...
Iâm packinâ up boy I got to leave,
Gave you my heart ＆ my soul, I gave everything,
Spent so much time in the streets,
You lied, you creeped,
And I stayed here with you.
OOH...
Dont wanna do this to my family,
They wanna see us together, living happily,
But you are so unfair, you showed no care,
And thatâs why I am through...
All the pain, (all the pain)
All these years, (all these years)
I hate to walk away,
But I got to say goodbye my dear,
I'm so done with you boy.
You can never ever say I ainât gave my love,
You can never say I don't care,
Since the beginning I've been here, I aint changed my love,
Regardless of what you may feel,
Us breaking up today would be a shame my love,
Donât think itâs such a good idea,
But you donât show me that you appreciate my love,
I had to say goodbye my dear.
My dear my dear...Say goodbye my dear...
We've been going through this so long,
And you don't listen to me so now I'm showing you,
Youâll see when im gone youâll miss me more than you you
think you will
Ainât Nan nigga gonna do all that I done did
All the years I been knowin you
Look at how we live and look what u got me goin through
Girlfriend in your ear got you thinking I aint shitâ¦
She say I aint doin nothing for you aint dat some shit
I ainât finna have this shit so imma let you have the shit
Better stop tryinâ me or imma hurt you and that bitch
I donât mean no harm, no
But I been tryinâ hard yo,
I oughta walk awayâ¦
She got a hold on my heart though (though)
You can never ever say I ainât gave my love,
You can never say I don't care,
Since the beginning I've been here, I aint changed my love,
Regardless of what you may feel,
Us breaking up today would be a shame my love,
Donât think itâs such a good idea,
But you wonât show me that you appreciate my love,
I had to say goodbye my dear.
My dear my dear...Say goodbye my dear...
First we fuss and we fight and we break up
Then we kiss and make love and we make up
Do this over and over but no more shawty this time im 4sho
First we fuss and we fight and we break up
Then we kiss and make love and we make up
Do this over and over but no more shawty this time im 4sho
You can never ever say I ainât gave my love,
You can never say I don't care,
Since the beginning I've been here, I aint changed my love,
Regardless of what you may feel,
Us breaking up today would be a shame my love,
Donât think itâs such a good idea,
But you donât show me that you appreciate my love,
I have to say goodbye my dear.
My dear my dear...Say goodbye my dear...
Tip I stayed down for you even waited around for youâ¦I said
butâ¦but but butâ¦
Now you cant never say I aint gave my love, you cant never say I
donât careâ¦
Damn why It gotta end like this
11.My Swag
Lyricist：Jerry Duplessis, Clifford Harris, Farel Jean, Wyclef Jean
You gotta get your swagger together, nigga, get your suitcase
Starts on the inside, ya dig, I don't need mine, I got cribs
where we goin'
If you don't love yourself you can't love nobody
Keep up, nigga, I love myself, you gon' need to travel, ladies
You go and get that Mack diesel, right
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, bro
These niggaz can't keep up when they see me in London
So I go out in Ibiza, that time I ain't sleep for
â~Bout three days, maybe you'll see me in Haiti
With Wyclef Jean and a selection of ladies
But my folk got that workin' like they back in the eighties
See the money's what move me, conversation don't phase me
Tell 'em why â~cause I been around the world
Traveled the seven seas and I be
Poppin' bottles with celebrities so you can find me
Flyin' high, smokin' better trees
Girls around the world
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 swag, they wonder what's so special 'bout him？
Why they ain't sellin' records like him？ Tell 'em
It's my swag, how he always look so cool？
And why everybody do what he do, so
Gotta be my swag, they wonder why he wear his hat like that？
When girls see him why they act like that？ Aye, I don't know
It's my swag, for some reason all the real niggaz love him
Even though their girlfriend wanna fuck him
I guess, gotta be my swag
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 nothin' 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 that hurts
Tell 'em why â~cause I been around the world
Traveled the seven seas and I be
Poppin' bottles with celebrities so you can find me
Flyin' high, smokin' better trees
Girls around the world
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 swag, they wonder what's so special 'bout him？
Why they ain't sellin' records like him？ Tell 'em
It's my swag, how he always look so cool？
And why everybody do what he do, so
Gotta be my swag, they wonder why he wear his hat like that？
When girls see him why they act like that？ Aye, I don't know
It's my swag, for some reason all the real niggaz love him
Even though their girlfriend wanna fuck him
I guess, gotta be my swag
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
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 pimpin', goin' again
It ain't nothin' to catch me in the south of France
In a coffee shop smokin' dro in Amsterdam
It ain't nothin' 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
Tell 'em why â~cause I been around the world
Traveled the seven seas and I be
Poppin' bottles with celebrities so you can find me
Flyin' high, smokin' better trees
Girls around the world
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 swag, they wonder what's so special 'bout him？
Why they ain't sellin' records like him？ Tell 'em
It's my swag, how he always look so cool？
And why everybody do what he do, so
Gotta be my swag, they wonder why he wear his hat like that？
When girls see him why they act like that？ Aye
It's my swag, for some reason all the real niggaz love him
Even though their girlfriend wanna fuck him
I guess, gotta be my swag
This is impeccable pimpin'
You couldn't duplicate this shit if I told you how to, man
Ha, 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
You know what I'm sayin'？ South of France in my land, man
The Earth's my turf, my nigga
12.Tell 'Em I Said That
Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Nate Hills
For as long as I remember I've been tellin' y'all, man
To pull these nigga resume, you better check up on me, nigga
These niggas be lyin', man
These niggas ain't really kickin' this shit they be tellin'
y'all, man
They wanna see y'all gettin' fucked up right there, man
Keep ya eyes on me, nigga
Don't believe what these niggas tell ya, man
These niggas ain't cool, what they rap about these niggas ain't
do
Hear 'em say it but it really ain't true
You niggas ain't true, you niggas ain't really talkin' to 'em,
we no fool
You better take your ass to school
'Cause these niggas ain't G, gangstas' something these niggas
can't be
What you expect？ These niggas ain't me
You niggas ain't rich, you niggas ain't really gettin' bricks
It's official, man, you niggas ain't shit, tell 'em I said that
He nigga lying every time you hear him rhymin'
He don't talk about they diamonds and how they be out there
shinin'
For the rap, hey, we're trappin', tell y'all they be at their
grind
And I know they ain't about that action, I'm tellin' ya I'm a
ride 'em
They pro'lly try to come in the hood and sell weed
Think it's all good until they run into some real G's
Holla, tell us where it is and I promise we'll leave
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' and some tats, came up with a look
Went and made it here, ruckin' talk tough in a bull
Fuck the image and perception, they never tough as they look
They some muthafucking suckers, put it on whatever
Any real nigga no better, man
These niggas ain't cool, what they rap about these niggas ain't
do
Hear 'em say it but it really ain't true
You niggas ain't true, you niggas ain't really talkin' to 'em,
we no fool
You better take your ass to school
'Cause these niggas ain't G, gangstas' something these niggas
can't be
What you expect？ These niggas ain't me
You niggas ain't rich, you niggas ain't really gettin' bricks
It's official, man, you niggas ain't shit, tell 'em I said that
You can't tell them niggas
Ain't surely gettin' caught with a nigga, gon' tell
Them nigga don't sell, this your G ain't gotta put it from a
scale
He ask you if it weigh enough, just tell 'em, 'Yeah'
You nigga just yell, pull the pistol, them nigga gon' bail
And if he got a pistol bet he don't spray it
They don't wanna go to jail
In there he know he'll be walkin' on shells
The gladiator school is you prepared？
I can see these niggas scared
Got a problem with me, nigga, just say it
We can play it how you wanna play it
Better go ahead, forty pistols be aimed at your head
All the way down and where you gon' lay
Jean really on the edge, Jean ain't under suspicion of the Feds
You just tellin' them you is instead
You never brought his head
What you get behind the mic and just said
The people already know I must say it, man
These niggas ain't cool, what they rap about these niggas ain't
do
Hear 'em say it but it really ain't true
You niggas ain't true, you niggas ain't really talkin' to 'em,
we no fool
You better take your ass to school
'Cause these niggas ain't G, gangstas' something these niggas
can't be
What you expect？ These niggas ain't me
You niggas ain't rich, you niggas ain't really gettin' bricks
It's official, man, you niggas ain't shit, tell 'em I said that
You damn right, these niggas don't have rights
To rap about the shit I did every night
Did you win every fight？ You ever went to jail for sellin'
white？
Made barbecue and trap the same night
You know these niggas lyin', right？ I'm speakin' on it 'cause it
ain't right
Nigga died, I survived by the nerve of my strife
Went to jail, came home twenty times, got it right
But still tryin' to keep for shootin' sucker niggas I don't like
'Cause the game feel like the real niggas on strike
This sucker get a deal, now he livin' so shy
The niggas outta sight, actin' hard, lyin' on their record
Know it when you see, you recognize it, don't respect it
Got every right to check 'em when you see 'em in your city
Run up on 'em and try 'em, bet you see that they're some bitches
Niggas tell you what they want you to hear
Don't tell me, real recognize real, eventually they'll see
These niggas ain't cool, what they rap about these niggas ain't
do
Hear 'em say it but it really ain't true
You niggas ain't true, you niggas ain't really talkin' to 'em,
we no fool
You better take your ass to school
'Cause these niggas ain't G, gangstas' something these niggas
can't be
What you expect？ These niggas ain't me
You niggas ain't rich, you niggas ain't really gettin' bricks
It's official, man, you niggas ain't shit, tell 'em I said that
13.No Sweat
Lyricist：Clifford Joseph Harris, J.r., Big Kuntry, Keith Mc Masters
No sweat, it's no sweat, it's no sweat
Never, never see me sweat
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Tell 'em folk it's no sweat
Naw, no sweat, ay, it's no sweat, it's no sweat
Never let 'em see me sweat
Hey, you can ride with my dimes
She keeps 'em on the way
You say you need that window whir
But blow it away
It's no sweat, it's no sweat
It's no sweat, there's no sweat
(Never let 'em see me sweat)
Hey, I'm the best in the game
Kick it with the best in the game
Ain't no need for me to worry
'Bout the rest of you lames
It's no sweat, it's no sweat
It's no sweat, it's no sweat
Yeah, you can call me the king
They also call me the vet
Haters can call me the reason
Their bitch ain't callin' 'em back
The press be callin' me cocky
I ask 'em what you expect
First album flopped, my label dropped
Man, I took off like a jet
Niggas hate on me often 'cause I'm a boss and exec
Do anything for my family, willing to die for respect
I bet I got it in cash, the same thing you got in a check
Wonder how I got it so fast, baby, you gotta invest
I can be cool to St. Louis, I can be hot as Tibet
For you can get through security, I'd done got on a jet
You must be under a rock if you haven't heard of 'em yet
Paris and Germany be buggin' me, I'm certain to that
Anything my heart desires, I can certainly get
The Ferrari light SV, what its be a convertible, yes
A lotta niggas say they name but I ain't heard of 'em yet
So when I check 'em, they deserve that
Hey, you can ride with my dimes
She keeps 'em on the way
You say you need that window whirr
But blow it away
It's no sweat, it's no sweat
It's no sweat, there's no sweat
(Never let em see me sweat)
Hey, I'm the best in the game
Kick it with the best in the game
Ain't no need for me to worry
'Bout the rest of you lames
It's no sweat, it's no sweat
It's no sweat, it's no sweat
14.My Type
Lyricist：Clifford Joseph Harris, Keith Mc Masters
Let's go, ya'll gon' wish for a nigga like me when I ain't here
You know what I'm sayin'
You don't appreciate a nigga my type
Once I die ain't no more niggas my type
So just remember me right
Just remember me right
Just remember me right
Just remember me right
Bet you don't appreciate a nigga my type
But when I die ain't no more niggas my type
So just remember me right
Bet if I let them suckers kill me tonight
All them haters gon' be filled with delight
May God forgive me, aight
I sacrifice so they can live my life
If necessary I'll give my life
And what you hear is my life
Reputation decorated with stripes
No need crying at the end of my life
So just remember me right
When your back was against the wall remember where could you go
Remember who helped you again like he helped you before
Went out the way to let you know that you ain't never alone
They disrespect you, come here until they left you alone
He taught you how to be weak, he taught you how to be strong
Taught you not to accept defeat, you go all out or be gone
But it ain't the same in the streets now that he gone
He now in heaven on the throne exactly where he belong
Now he left millions devastated and his family mourned
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 a nigga like this
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 gon' be filled with delight
May God forgive me, aight
I sacrifice so they can live my life
If necessary I'll give my life
And what you hear is my life
Reputation decorated with stripes
No need crying at the end of my life
So just remember me right
If they only knew the man outside of the hype
No matter what the situation he always try to do right
Still they gossip and told lies, used to take him for granted
Often found it hard to relate, some how they can't understand it
'Cause that respect he gon' demand it, theres 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 ain't 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'
posse
He use to scare them suckers shitless, probably why them niggas
shot him
Hey, what it took 'em nothing else they ever could've did about
him
So go on talk shit about him, at least you ain't forgot about
him, I see
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 gon' be filled with delight
May God forgive me, aight
I sacrifice so they can live my life
If necessary I'll give my life
And what you hear is my life
Reputation decorated with stripes
No need crying at the end of my life
So just remember me right
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 whatever, make note I'm a 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
Don't worry bout me, Uncle Phil, the ladies with me
See me with your granddaddy, I know you gon' miss daddy
But life ain't always a dream and horrible shit happens
Had I let a nigga kill me before I quit rapping
And get to spend more time with ya, I know we would been happy
But I had to take them chances, you probably 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
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 gon' be filled with delight
May God forgive me, aight
I sacrifice so they can live my life
If necessary I'll give my life
And what you hear is my life
Reputation decorated with stripes
No need crying at the end of my life
So just remember me right
Hey, yo, with all my heart I apologize, man, I'm sorry
I tried, I did everything I could, man, you know what I'm saying
They say you can't win 'em all
But shit, man, I gave them niggas hell long as I could
Hey, you could put your money on that, hey
15.Hustlin'
(feat. Governor)
Hustlin... out here...
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
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
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
Hustlin... out here...
16.Hurt
Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Nate Hills, Trevor Smith, Cedric Zellars
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
You, pussy nigga, finna make me kill one of y'all
Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt, better tell them I ain't playin'
Because it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt
Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt when I pull away, hang and bang
'Cause it all fun and games until somebody get hurt
When you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
A lot of pussy nigga talk like bro, little runnin' their mouth
That is till run in their house, put the gun in their mouth
Tell 'em, 'Nigga, talk shit now', they think you know they gonna
I ain't scared of the law, now I'm 'bout to go to war
What it is, nigga？ Where you lose your jaw？
I never get caught murkin' y'all 'cause it ain't watcha do
The question is who saw when I'm way to raw？
Catch me any day you want, you can think I'm a playa if you want
But the facts that remain, if I got an AK you don't
Well, then, playa, you gone
Don't get me wrong, pussy niggas wanna kill me too
But this ain't 'bout shit 'cause it's very well known where I'm
at
They can catch me in the booth right now if they really like
that
Now nigga needing hoe get 'em in the hole, shit
The fo fo is big and all that ole' shit, protect the heart of
you, both it
You betta check ya gun 'cause you so sick
If the chopper leave you with no dick
At least six of you and a couple more of you bitches
And I don't miss 'cause I'm focused
Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt, better tell them I ain't playin'
Because it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt
Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt when I pull away, hang and bang
'Cause it all fun and games until somebody get hurt
When you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
Boy, you might talk loud, act real but they don't really want
this here
Pussy niggas, better act right, lay low, we know where your
family live
Trust me, you don't want me up in your grill
With a ski mask on, duct taping your kids
You can pray all you want but I don't forgive
You should have been doin' nothing but what you did what you did
I ain't gotta spell it out, pimp, you know what it is
Where your gangsta, your real man？ You know what it is
Plus I got a hundred goons with me dressed in black
Fifty at the front door, fifty at the back, half got k's, half
got mags
Bring 'em out, bring 'em out, show 'em where they at
We can do them right here, we can catch them in a trap
Run up on this nigga, put a hole in his hat
Put his brains on the dash in the stalks
He has some dumb fifty more with him and tell them to hold that
Lights out, no hasta manana, asta la vista, sara nara
Y tu, no tomorrow, no remorse and no sorrow
And the next one of y'all, niggas, try me like that
I swear to God, man, I'm really gonna snap
Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt, better tell them I ain't playin'
Because it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt
Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt when I pull away, hang and bang
'Cause it all fun and games until somebody get hurt
When you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
When a bullet goes by probably feel a little breeze, drop to yo
knees
I can see the big barrel of the chrome flip
Double grip handle where to squeeze
I keep a couple lit off for the niggas who talk shit
When I go to Jacob and I cop that brain
If he tried to see me I'ma cop that thang
And I'ma pop that thang and the shots gonna stay
The nigga 'bout to set the trunk with me
For the most part, nigga, you're stuck with me
I'd tell you something if you was really smart and you knew
better
People probably tell ya, â½Don't fuck with meâ
Front if you want, muthafucka, you can catch it
The smile on my face even if I got a rachet
Ah, pop off, police, pull me over, believe I got a compartment
If I gotta stash it, must I just remind ya, niggas when I come
through？
Know that I am a find ya, niggas
Take two bust so many shots, come now I'll probably blind y'all,
niggas
Now okay, let's go, see you don't really wanna feel moshpit blow
Crap up a nigga then I cap up a nigga
When I finish then we'll turn it into an ob search, yo
Look, listen and you better observe, yo,
You listening from the bullet that the glock burst slow
Shoulda probably tweaked you up just a little and had your body
leanin'
Lookin' like a quarter past four
Stay down better, checkin' for a nigga who can put yo body in
the dirt
I don't play bitch, if you really need to go the other way
You know I got it under way, sir
Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt, better tell them I ain't playin'
Because it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt
Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt when I pull away, hang and bang
'Cause it all fun and games until somebody get hurt
When you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
17.Help Is Coming
Lyricist：Clifford Joseph Harris, Justin Smith, Barry White
Help on the way, help on the way
They say the game in trouble
Help on the way, help on the way
Help on the way, help on the way
They say the game 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 could save hip hop
Say hello to the man who could save hip hop
Say hello to the man who could save hip hop
They say the game fucked 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
Craig, Julie Greenwald, all of them present
The fifty mil' you gave me was a sound investment
This time around we gon' sell five
No less than four 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'ma 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 and I'll handle the rest, shit
They say the game in trouble, help on the way
Don't worry 'bout nothin', help on the way
They say the game in trouble, help on the way
I got this shit, help on the way
They say the game in trouble, help on the way
Don't worry 'bout nothin', help on the way
They say the game 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 could save hip hop
I got the game on lock, it ain't gon' stop
Say hello to the man who could save hip hop
I got the game on lock, standin' on top
Say hello to the man who could save hip hop
I got the game on lock, it ain't gon' stop
Say hello to the man who could save 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 old me with the same old 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 think why
Nigga, if you ever eye with a nigga this fly
Now 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 game in trouble, help on the way
I got this shit, help on the way
They say the game in trouble, help on the way
Don't worry 'bout nothin', help on the way
They say the game 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 could save hip hop
I got the game on lock, it ain't gon' stop
Say hello to the man who could save hip hop
I got the game on lock, standin' on top
Say hello to the man who could save hip hop
I got the game on lock, it ain't gon' stop
Say hello to the man who could save hip hop
To the fans and the critics, think hip hop is missing
This is a little proof that hip hop livin'
You can hear a hip hop top now, just listen
Now see a hip hop walk out with six bitches
In the ATL see hip hop chillin'
In a multi million 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 who's ever said hip hop's finished
It can't be dead while I'm still livin' in it
I'm livin' and well, might I add at that
They say the game in trouble, help on the way
Don't worry 'bout nothin', help on the way
They say the game in trouble, help on the way
I got this shit, help on the way
They say the game in trouble, help on the way
Don't worry 'bout nothin', help on the way
They say the game 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 could save hip hop
I got the game on lock, it ain't gon' stop
Say hello to the man who could save hip hop
I got the game on lock, standin' on top
Say hello to the man who could save hip hop
I got the game on lock, it ain't gon' stop
Say hello to the man who could save hip hop
Yeah, man, record sale, forget about it
I do this shit in my sleep, man
They say bootleggin' is up
Everyday at my job I get better and better, man
You know what I'm sayin', check my resume
This is no motherfuckin' exception
If history serves us directly
Fuck the climate, nigga, I turn the heat up when I want to
Legend tells it, yeah, okay, okay
Aye, just gather 'round and I'll write it down, people
We did it again, baby, this ass gon' to play out down to the
wire, baby
This gon' be a photo finish, Jay-Z is gonna love me, man
If you don't like it, man
And try to clean yourself right about now
18.Don't You Wanna Be High
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.
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'
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
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.
19.Act II： T.I.
Lyricist：Kannon Cross, Clifford Harris, Corey Simon
Umm, 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
Atlantic 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 ain't arguin' on the phone, come talk to me
I'll be waitin' on you, dawg at the office, peace
Now I'm thinkin' hard as I walk to my house
The fuck have I done now, what could he be talkin' 'bout？
I been stayin' outta trouble, shit I bin on the couch
You were workin' on the album, I was listenin' now
Then Doug called, 'Ay you spoke to J？'
Yeah, is it something I don't 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
I'm real close to J, I seen ups and downs hit
But I ain't never heard him sound the way that he sounded
Really caught a nigga by surprise, I was astounded
He a real cool dude but why he call me clownin'？
You say'n you don't 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 I'm just gettin' up
Say you waitin' out your deal till you hear it's up
Planin' to make away with 20 million bucks
You bullshitin' me, right？ Is you serious brugh？
Yeah, 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 runnin' off deep and across ya damn mind
You crossed the thin line, I'm hearin' 'em tell Atlantic
It's so much shit about cha, they don't give a shit about cha
Say'n you ain't doin' nothing they couldn't have done without
cha
You ain't never been hotta, worked a whole lotta years
And came up to go way back to the bottom, what？
Man, what the hell is y'all 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
20.Act I (T.I.P.)
Songwriters：Harris, Clifford
Man I Aint Sign Up For This Shit
I Lost My Partna, I Lost My Life Homie
Man F＊＊k This Shit I'm Done
Aye
Listen Homes Get Atlantic On The Phone
Go On Call Em Have Em Tell Craig, Julie, Kevin Carvel I Need To
Holla At Em
First I Gotta Let Em Know Im Tired Of Rappin
F＊＊k The Money Ever Since Phil Died I Aint Havin It
Things Happen We Under New Operations
Tho We Ready For Whatever We Like Cooperation
Betta Listen When I'm Talkin Or Throw It Off
I Aint Patient Ima Tell You Once Then Start Countin Shell Cases
Don't Mean To Scare You But This Bullshit Is Irritating
Ima Tell You Like It Is Shawty I Aint Finna Play
I Feel Another K Coming Round The Corna Anyday
I Know The Consequences I'm The Same Nigga Anyway
It's Way More Important What I'm Finna Say
Do What I Say I Aint Droppin Shit Till 2028
(What The F＊＊k If He Comes On The 20th Or The 28th)
(He Said The Year 2028 F＊＊kin Moron)
And Listen Guys Wanna Be High Shit
It's T.I.P. From Here On Out F＊＊k That T.I. Shit
Give A Damn What That Nigga Got To Say Bout This
T.I. I Think Its Best You Should Stay Out This
Don't Be E-mailin no Itineraries I Wont Get 'Em
Ya Best Bet Is Just Holla When They Fuel The Jet
Tell Cidney Aint No Photo Shoots And I Aint Interveiwin
Refuse Now Be The Sucka Cause A Shooter Doesn't Move
(If You Cash That Check Then Youll Be Spending Our Money)
You Right About That Honey Thanks For Doing That For Me
(And Speaking Of Money)
You Can Always Buy Me Out But The Price High
I Aint Another T.I. Nigga No More Mister Nice Guy
(Listen Kid Understand Me Here)
What
(This Is Lyor Cohen)
Yeah Yeah
(You Better To Keep Me In This Company With Some Respect)
Ha Ha Ha
(You Better Not Be Playin With My Motha F＊＊kin Money)
Oh I Got Ya Motha F＊＊kin Money Partna But I Aint Playin
You Got Any Sense You'll Do What The F＊＊k I Say, I Say No
Goddamn Album
And That Aint No Threat Thats A Motha F＊＊kin Promise Jack
Come And See Me If You Want It
Get It Like The Red Cross Nigga
21.Respect This Hustle
Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Nate Hills
R E S P E C T M Y H U S T L E
You'll respect this hustle, respect this hustle
Won't accept nothin' else 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
Won't accept nothin' else so respect this hustle
This nigga bitch meant I'm gettin' paid six ways
My shits laid, shits sprayed, lemonade with blades
Keep your mouth closed, you don't want to get sprayed
Shoot you down your body, let you sun bathe six days
Kamikaze, Renegade, now we never get afraid
Kept the trap hot enough to fry egg in the shade
I ball till the day, I'm lying dead in the grave
I left the Fed behind the wall 'cause I ain't 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's an addiction, damn, what a nigga say？
I got a real bad condition if I ain't gettin' paid
Hand over fist, what I'm missing, got to get busy
I know you see this car I'm driving
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 sights way low
I had enough of the game, I don't know whether to stay or go
Indifferent group of lames and suckers here, which way I go？
Well, nigga, now you're a 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 fuck 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're so sorry
They're fast but they ain't no Ferrari, no
R E S P E C T M Y H U S T L E
You'll respect this hustle, respect this hustle
Won't accept nothin' else 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
Won't accept nothin' else so respect this hustle
You think you been pulling gats, fussing, cussing enough
Right here bragging 'bout these niggas, you been busting enough
Man, look around, ain't nobody suffering but us
You could beat a hundred cases, catch one and you're fucked
I get probation, is you crazy？ Pull a 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 televisions and the posters for？
I'm claustrophobic though, well, then you need to see a doctor
for it
I ain't joking, you close T.I.P., you 'bout to blow it
You forget about them nights in the cells？ Did you honestly？
We were having talk with God and you promised us
He made a way for you to be large and you done it
Out the gate Urban Legend went on to do numbers
Sold a mil, 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
Think about some one other than yourself some time
Did you keep your problem part low？ Hey, just keep it real
R E S P E C T M Y H U S T L E
You'll respect this hustle, respect this hustle
Won't accept nothin' else 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
Won't accept nothin' else so respect this hustle
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