1.24's
Lyricist：Aldrin Davis, Clifford Harris
Yeah, for all my real A.T.L niggaz
That's right It's the dopeboy Eva
I said we gettin' our
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
That's all all my niggas know
Blowin' dro 24's
That's how all my niggas roll
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
Thats all all my niggas know
Blowin' dro 24's
That's how all my niggas roll
In a drop top Chevy with the roof wide open
My partner's looking at me to see if my eyes open
'Cause I've been drinkin' and I've been smokin'
And flying down 2-85 but I'm focused
454 SS, I race Porches
White leather seats, as fresh as air forces
I say I'm doing 'bout a hundred but the track still bumping
8 on NWA 'Straight out of Compton'
(Dopeman nigga)
Pull up in your apartment sitting on 20 somethins'
And the dough boys Hollerin' â½What's happenin'â
Kid runnin' in the clicks start dancin'
And the broads start choosin'
And the cars been parked but the rims keep moving
Sign pictures buy a onion of good
And throw the deuces, I ain't Hollywood
I come from the hood, I'm use to IT
So if your rear view shaking
And your seats vibrating
Twenty-four inch Daytons
Got the Chevrolet Skatin' makin'
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
That's all all my niggas know
Blowin' dro 24's
That's how all my niggas roll
(Sang that shit shorty)
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
That's all all my niggas know
Blowin' dro 24's
That's how all my niggas roll
I made a million and I'm satisfied, I'll get the rest
And a civilian in the tightest ride, I want the best
I refuse to get a nine to five, I'd rather flip my keys
Been paying my dues since 89, trying to get my cheese
My diamonds gleam when I'm on the scene
(Bling)
They know it's me, ain't no dream or no fantasy, biatch, it's
T.I.P
Broad buffin' like a baby do a binky
Five karat VVS, it's on my motherfucking pinky
Half of Hennessey and Belvedere's what we drinking
Pimps score ourself a broad, what the hell you niggas thinkin'
Y'all niggas spendin' weekends on the islands in the fall
And 24's be shinin' when I'm ridin' 'cause I'm ballin'
I'm callin' out shots like a pool shark, my tool sparks
In the dark when I fool marks, y'all fools hearts
In the wrong place and the wrong time
I got a strong mind, to grab my chrome nine
And shoot your ass for a long time
I'm a get that ass hauled off
Fuck around with the click
They'll be lookin' for ya dick with a stick
Nigga y'all soft, so y'all off
I'ma ball out at all cost
Spit game to a dame
Look around this thang till she fall off
Some balls off, I got the
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
That's all all my niggas know
Blowin' dro 24's
That's how all my niggas roll
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
That's all all my niggas know
Blowin' dro 24's
That's how all my niggas roll
Hey, I ain't flossin' Lil' shorty, I'm relaxing right now
I'd probably still be trappin' if I wasn't rapping right now
Bragging bout' pistols at the house
When I'm strapped right now
Keep on talking folk, I'll lay ya on ya back right now
Wanna act right now, get smacked right now
Hey, I'm above a motherfucka, I don't know to back down
Clown down when ya makin' friend
Talkin' bout' what you makin', nothin'
I'm twenty-one and ten years deep
That shit to me ain't nothing
Played by the niggas givin' head for the change
Use ya led when ya spray, end up dead from the K
(AK-47)
Stay ready for the raid, pay heavy from the yay
I told my class 'Kiss my ass', I make a livin' everyday
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
That's all all my niggas know
Blowin' dro 24's
That's how all my niggas roll
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
That's all all my niggas know
Blowin' dro 24's
That's how all my niggas roll
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
That's all all my niggas know
Blowin' dro 24's
That's how all my niggas roll
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
That's all all my niggas know
Blowin' dro 24's
That's how all my niggas roll
Aye, yeah
TIP, ut, ut, ut a trap muzik
2.No More Talk
Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Marquinarius Holmes, Gary Wright
I'm either running for my life or I'm just waiting to die
I'm the supplier of the fire if you're chasing a high
It's never, when or why, it's the way that he die
Did he stand like a man till the day that he die
Or was he reaching for guns or trying to run
Or was he outside on the lawn in front of his son
And if ya, running your mouth you can die in the slum
'Cause in the, south where I'm from they dying for crumbs
You can die for your Patna's or die for ya moms
Or you could die 'cause your nigga just heard the alarm, just
stealing
Or die in a plane they say it's a bomb
When they run it into a tower, they just say it's Saddam
Screaming Allah the moment that it's hitting the building
With total disregard for all men women and children
See niggaz get killed when, people mix they money with feelings
I'm filling my money up in the wall some in the ceiling
I'm just one of the millions of niggaz who ？
It's a war going on and they killing for nothing
We were in denial all awhile they where flicking the buttons
I'd rather be dying for something instead of living for nothing
End of discussion
Hey, ain't no more talk
Just start killing niggaz off till ain't no more chalk
Or no mo' tape, to outline no mo' scenes
Or no mo' crimes, no mo' dying for no mo' phenes
Or no mo' rims and thing's and no mo' green
And no mo' chains and ring's that go bling bling
And no mo' passionate rapping and so it seems
It's just these talent less rappers they all acting
And I know, so ain't no mo' talk
Just start killing niggaz off till ain't no mo' chalk
Or no mo' tape, to outline no mo' scenes
Or no mo' crimes, no mo' dying for no mo' fiends
Or no mo' rims and thing's and no mo' green
And no mo' chains and ring's that go bling bling
And no mo' passionate rapping and so it seems
It's just these talentless rappers they all acting
And I know
Yeah they said it wasn't no mo' green for no mo' grind
No mo' room for no mo' kings and no more crown to be given but
by no means
Am I any more conceited than this game needed
And if I say it believe it, I'm running the region, you see it
Popping and blowing, I'm stopping I'm going
I'm just, telling, you knowing, you sleeping, or hating
And I don't care what you niggaz is thinking or saying
About, you know who, the one who say you know what, do you know
where
But you the best 'cause you goin' care
Now I ain't think so either, but we know greed'll make ya
Do strange thang's if we ain't people
And if ya, busting bout nothing, than we ain't equal
You just cussing for nothing and poisoning people
And it's embarrassing laughing at all of your songs
And you can hate me right now but you'll miss me 'fore long,
when I'm gone
Hey, ain't no more talk
Just start killing niggaz off till ain't no more chalk
Or no mo' tape, to outline no mo' scenes
Or no mo' crimes, no mo' dying for no mo' phenes
Or no mo' rims and thing's and no mo' green
And no mo' chains and ring's that go bling bling
And no mo' passionate rapping and so it seems
It's just these talent less rappers they all acting
And I know, so ain't no mo' talk
Just start killing niggaz off till ain't no mo' chalk
Or no mo' tape, to outline no mo' scenes
Or no mo' crimes, no mo' dying for no mo' fiends
Or no mo' rims and thing's and no mo' green
And no mo' chains and ring's that go bling bling
And no mo' passionate rapping and so it seems
It's just these talentless rappers they all acting
And I know
3.Doin' My Job
Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Michael Love Smith, Kanye West
I'm working here, you know what I'm saying
Try to put yourself in my shoes for a second
It's not personal I'm just sayin' though
Look from when the moon came out till the sun came up
I was supplyin' the days with what they flame up
Our mamas passing by, trying to explain us
Pissing in the bushes like they never house trained us
But, try to understand thats how we came up
You get to know us, you'll love us but you can't change us
Really we rather be rich and famous
But in the mean time were forced to slang dust
'Dro or crack cocaine, penicillin to rogaine
Ecstacy, Viagra, whatever'll get the dough mayne
I'm tired of people misrepresenting my dough mayne
Oh you think we out here killing for nothing, hustling
For no gains picture that
Hey man I'm just doing my job
Hey lady, don't mind me I'm just doing my job
I don't wanna make your life more harder, I'm just doin' my job
You live here, I work here I'm doing my job
I don't know if you don't know, don't care or can't see
Every time something up in the hood, it ain't me
And I ain't always up to no good and on the creep
And ye' ain't always gotta pass through
The hood without speaking how you doing
We ain't out here threatining your lives, raping your children
We just out here staying alive, making a lil' bit you know
Working hard, trying to survive chasing a billion
You hear us talking loud, just think of us as chamelions
Adaptin' to situations, but accusations is still there
And robbing your house, now you just hurting my feelings man
We got lives, we wanna live nice too
We got moms, dads, wives, kids just like you
But our options are fewer, it's hell in high school
When your helping with the rent lights and the gas bill too
So before you go judging us loving us won't hurt
If you're under 25, staying alive is hard work
Hey man I'm just doing my job
Hey lady, don't mind me I'm just doing my job
I don't wanna make your life more harder, I'm just doin' my job
You live here, I work here I'm doing my job
And for you to see what I'm saying, open eyes would help
If you could think about somebody besides yourself
Why you pointing fingers at me, analyze yourself
Quit all that chastising and try to provide some help
Instead of calling the law, and busting my balls
With all due respect, we don't even be fucking with y'all man
And we can't help it 'cause it is like this
We don't like it no more than you that we live like this
Always, stuck in the grind, from summertime to wintertime
Cut school, and sell fifty dimes by dinner time
See everything we know we learned from the streets
Since thirteen I've been hustling and earning my keep
Hey man I'm just doing my job
Hey lady, don't mind me I'm just doing my job
I don't wanna make your life more harder, I'm just doin' my job
You live here, I work here I'm doing my job
4.Be Better Than Me
Okay, yuh, yuh, yuh
Ay, okay, ay, ay, ay
Come on
Okay, yuh, yuh, yuh
Ay, okay, ay, ay, ay
Come on
I never know whether I'm livin' fo' tomorrow or dyin' fo' today
But either way I'm tryna move a hundred dimes in a day
They sat that crime don't pay, but I'm gone stay on the grind in
the A
Wit' the same ole J's
I know the lames gone say that I done changed no way
I'm in the gutter every day tryna slang mo ya
In the middle of the trap, we hang the dro blaze
Niggaz in the trap ain't changed in 4 days
Waiting' on a page dat saying' the blow came
Instead of us just finding mo' ways to get paid
Anyway, in the fire, I done been there homey
Niggaz ball, niggaz die and ain't shit fair homey
Dem crackers give ya some time and get to sit there homey
My niggaz dyin', I'll see ya when I get there homey
Ay, born alone, die alone in life
But right or wrong, folk it's on fo' life, just be beta than me
Shanty, the streets ain't the place to be
I'm telling you 'cuz it's to late fo' me, ay be beta than me
Crack a slug nut tin' beta to see then young niggaz wit' a
felony sheet
So be beta than me
I know ya mamma waitin' faithfully on her baby to graduate ya
see
You way beta than me
Beta than us, beta than this, take a chance nigga change some
shit
You could be beta than me
Ay, it's rules in the game son, learn it young
When dez haters speak yo name man burn dey tongue
Neva be ashamed of how ya live or where ya from
You stack a mill, niggaz will see how far you come
Without a gun, you got somethin'll make 'em bar you son
That's a million dollar mind, why, dez niggaz is dumb
Yeah, they gon' get outta line, but dez niggaz is scum
They outta sight and outta mind â~til you visit the slum, stay
down
Stay on the grind and yo' digits'll come, bottom line
You gotta shine no matter what you become
Dez streets is 40 percent of yo' mind and 5 percent muscle
10 struggle, 10 time, and 35 percent hustle
And trust if dey don't burry the scared, dey burry the dead
When anticipatin' pistol play, be very prepared
And if you ain't, find somewhere to burry yo head
Because them hot ones from the choppas tear ya body to shreds
I said
Shawty, the streets ain't the place to be
I'm telling you 'cuz it's to late fo' me, ay be beta than me
Crack a slug nuttin' beta to see then young niggaz wit' a felony
sheet
So be beta than me
I know ya mamma waitin' faithfully on her baby to graduate ya
see
You way beta than me
Beta than us, beta than this, take a chance nigga change some
shit
You could be beta than me
In a broke down Cadillac, ridin' high
Not many trusts in this life either shine or die
I'ma live one of two ways, either grind or cry
And I'ma grind it out, even if I'm dyin' it out
Ain't got no mo than me, so what the fuck you lyin' about
That man right there, but ain't gon' be when dey start findin'
out
That that bullshit you be talkin' ain't the real deal
That ain't you blow, them ain't yo' cars so how you really live
See what you need to do is take a chilly-willy pill
Go and chill yo' ass out, fo dey deal yo ass out
A bad hand from a mad man, in a mad clan
All dem other niggaz take a fall you gon' take the last stand
Gnawed in, sawed in, how everybody ball
When everybody else is all in you don't know where to fall in？
Need some Flaw Henn, I'm telling you shawty
And don't be buyin' none of dat bullshit sellin' you shawty
And all that other shit they talkin' is irrelevant shawty
Tell 'em, show you the papa, fo' dey show you the cable
You see a whole different nigga when you open dem drabbles
Follow haters nuttin' holy can saves us, shawty be beta than me
Shawty, the streets ain't the place to be
I'm telling you 'cuz it's to late fo' me, ay be beta than me
Crack a slug nuttin' beta to see then young niggaz wit' a felony
sheet
So be beta than me
I know ya mamma waitin' faithfully on her baby to graduate ya
see
You way beta than me
Beta than us, beta than this, take a chance nigga change some
shit
You could be beta than me
Shawty, the streets ain't the place to be
I'm telling you 'cuz it's to late fo' me, ay be beta than me
Crack a slug nuttin' beta to see then young niggaz wit' a felony
sheet
So be beta than me
I know ya mamma waitin' faithfully on her baby to graduate ya
see
You way beta than me
Beta than us, beta than this, take a chance nigga change some
shit
You could be beta than me
5.Rubberbandman
Lyricist：Lavell Crump, Clifford Harris
(Ay, who I be？)
Rubber band man wild as the Taliban
9 in my right 45 in my other hand
(Who I'm is？)
Call me trouble man always in trouble man
Worth a couple hundred grand chevys, all colors man
Rubber band man like a one man band
Treat these niggas like the Apollo and I'm the sandman
Tote a hundred grand Canon in the waistband
Looking for a sweet lick？ Well this is the wrong place man
Seven time felon, what I care about a case man？
I'm campaigning to bury the hate, so say ya grace man
Ay, I don't talk behind a nigga back I say it in his face
I'm a thoroughbred nigga, I don't fake and I don't hate
Check my resume nigga my record's impeccable
Anywhere in the a nigga how TIP is highly respectable
And the MIA nigga I'm tryna keep it professional
'Cause all this tongue rastling finna have me snappin', I'm
telling you
From the bottom of tha Duval, Cakalacky to New York
And everybody showing me love that's one to you all
Yeah, to all my Florida niggas, my Cakalacky niggas
My LA niggas
(Ay, who I be？)
Rubber band man wild as the Taliban
9 in my right 45 in my other hand
(Who I'm is？)
Call me trouble man always in trouble man
Worth a couple hundred grand chevys, all colors man
(Ay, who I be？)
Rubber band man wild as the Taliban
9 in my right 45 in my other hand
(Who I'm is？)
Call me trouble man always in trouble man
Worth a couple hundred grand chevys, all colors man
Call me trouble man stayed in some trouble man
Some niggas still hating on shawty so they some suckas man
Got a couple fans that love to do nothing other than
Lick, suck, show no respect but still I love 'em man
Dig it, Lil' Pimpin' got the mind and the muscle
Stay down on his grind put the crown on the hustle
Ay, I could show ya how to juggle anything and make it double
Weed, blow, real estate, liquor sto wit no trouble
Young cats is playin' today Marvin Gaye of my time
Tryna stay alive livin' how I say in my rhymes
My cousin used to tell me take this shit a day at a time
And told me Friday, died Sunday we a day in the ground
I still smile 'cuz somehow I know he seeing me now
And so I'm doing all my shows
6.Let's Get Away
Lyricist：Phalon Alexander, Aretha Franklin, Clifford Harris
Hey, let's get away and get a room
On other side of town
Hey shawty, I was thinkin' of you
(Ay, was you thinkin' of me, ay ay)
Hey, let's get a room
Shawty we can freak somethin' if you down
(Whachu would do？)
Hey daddy, I was feenin' for you
Bet they be like 'I know he tired of the nightlife
He want a wife, he just lookin' for the right type'
Yea right, I be ridin' through the city lights
My hat bent, gettin' high behind the 'lac tint
I'm chilllin' with Brazilian women, heavy accents
They black friends translatin', got'em all ass naked, adjacent
Have relations wit' em many places
Leavin' semen in they British faces
Make 'em kiss they partners with it in they faces
Young pimpin' sprung women 'cross the 50 states
Got young ladies requestin' 'What's Yo Name' on 50 stations
Askin' me what's a pussy popper, want a demonstration
But I ain't waitin' til the second date, I'm so impatient
Relieve 'em of they aggravation, take 'em rollerskatin'
On them Dayton's, tell'em 'Baby, stick with me, you goin'
places'
Go replace 'em, draw erase 'em out my memory
Moist panties and wet sheets when they think of me
Hey, let's get away and a room
On the other side of town
Hey daddy, I was feenin' for you
(Was you thinkin' of me？ Ay, sing it for me, pimpin')
Hey, let's get a room
Shawty we can freak somethin' if you down
(Tell 'em Shawty)
Yea baby, I was feenin' for you
From Miami to Cali, from Vegas to Jersey
Got 'em in Houston, Virginia, New Orleans, ya heard me？
All the classy ones like to act like they a virgin
And the nasty ones like when I talk to'em dirty
But I'm breakin' the ice, got 'em laughin' and flirtin'
They be, removin' they skirts when they hop in the 'burban
Once the flick start playin' and the E start kickin' in
Her girlfriend lickin' and she beggin' me to stick it in
That's why, I like chillin' with women who like women
Light skinned Asians, Jamaicans and white women
Indians, Italians, Haitians and Puerto Ricans
They be itchin' for they chance and waitin' in me to freak 'em
They say
Hey, let's get away and a room
On the other side of town
Hey daddy, I was feenin' for you
(Was you thinkin' of me？ Ay, tell 'em for me, pimpin')
Hey, let's get a room
Shawty we can freak somethin' if you down
(Ay, listen to me)
Yea baby, I was feenin' for you
(Was you thinkin' of me？)
Excuse me Shawty, but I been watchin' you now for a while
Yo whole style, from yo toes to the way that you smile
And I hope you ain't offended by the way that this sounds
But uhh, all I keep thinkin' 'bout is layin' you down
And I'm, keepin' it pimpin', I ain't playin' around
Ain't got that kinda time 'cause this the only day I'm in town
So come and, chill in the cut if you willin' to cut
And when you, give me a hug I be feelin' yo butt
Now so while for while we talkin', I'm fillin' yo cup
We killin' the bottle, wake up in dirty linen tomorrow
But tell me would it trouble you if we ended up at the W
Sippin' on a malibu pine apple juice and a blunt or two
Now whachu wanna do？ Opportunity's right in front of you
Know you used to meetin' dudes, dodgin' 'em for a month or two
But young pimpin' spit linen to the young women
I'm T I P, known as pussy popper to some women
Hey, let's get away and get a room
On the other side of town
Hey Shawty, I was feenin' for you
(Was you thinkin' of me, ay ay)
Hey, let's get a room
Shawty we can freak somethin' if you down
(Whachu would do？)
Hey daddy, I was feenin' for you
(Oh yea, c'mon, tell 'em)
Hey, let's get away and get a room
On the other side of town
Hey daddy, I was feenin' for you
(Shit I'm on my way there you know)
(I brought them down)
Hey, let's get a room
Shawty we can freak somethin' if you down
Yea baby, I was feenin' for you
Ladies and gentlemen
This is a Jazze Phinzle, T I collaborangelle
King of the south, oh boy, pimp
Jazze Phizzle, T I, grand hustle daddy
So smooth, so smooth daddy, futuristic
Pimps up daddy, oh boy, yea
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