T.I. Unreleased Songs

1.Here We Go Again

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

(Hey!) Yeah here we go again (here we go),
I know they hate to see us walkin through the door again (door
like) (hide your hoes nigga) {2x}
We got your hoe bitch rockin, everybody just jockin,
Niggas know they can't stop it so they stand round watchin and
shit.
Your bitch she watchin me too, hey you can't stop her from
choosing -
I'm way hotter than you, I'm way hotter than you.

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


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


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


Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah＊
Shawty Come And Get Yo Girl
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Listen Pimp Come And Get Yo Girl
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Ey
Hold Up Ain't That Yo Girl Yeah
Well Come And Get Her Then
Well Come And Get Her Then
Well Come And Get Her

Come And Get Yo Girl
She All In My Space
Backing Her Ass All In My Face
Come And Get Yo Girl
Cause Shawty Won't Leave
How Could She Be... When She All On Me
Come And Get Yo Girl
Cause Shawty So Ugghh
Looking Like Trash I Ain't Saying Nothing To Her
Come And Get Your Girl
Ey Shawty Can't Stay
We Brought Real Women And She All In They Way
Come And Get Yo Girl

I Don't Want Her
Soliciting That Pussy Like She Standing on The Corner
Her Breath Smell Like Corona And Patron And Mar-na
She Giving Me Her Number I Ain't Gonna Telephone Her
Shawty Listen Come And Get Your Girl
She Trippin
Pissy Drunk And Won't Listen
When I Tell Her Get To Gettin
Did You Hear Me Cause Sittin There Still While We Chillen
And you Illin
Actin Silly Like You Too High On A Peal
And I'm Feeling If That's Yo Girl
You Should Go Get Her
Me And My Partnas Arent Gonna Be Bothered With Her
Listen Nigga Come And Get Your Girl
Out My Section
I'm Try To Be Nice But I'm a Get To Disrespectin
In A second Get Yo Girl
In A Hurray She Very Unattractive
And I'm Asking You To Grab Her
Boy You Have To Come And Get Yo Girl
What's Her Problem？
Them Chicks With Us Gonna Jump Her And I Ain't Finna Stop 'em
I Done Told You Get Yo Girl

Come And Get Yo Girl
She All In My Space
Backing Her Ass All In My Face
Come And Get Yo Girl
Cause Shawty Won't Leave
How Could She Be... When She All On Me
Come And Get Yo Girl
Cause Shawty So Ugghh
Looking Like Trash I Ain't Saying Nothing To Her
Come And Get Your Girl
Ey Shawty Can't Stay
We Brought Real Women And She All In They Way

Hey Shawty Really Come And Get Yo Chick
She On Me Like The Horses On Polo
In Here Tryin To Get A Photo
Please Come Do Somthin With Yo...
I Rather Leave Solo
Cause She Ain't Even So-So
What The Fuck She Got On They Ain't Air Vs On Her Logo
When She With Me She Got A Green Light
She More Like A No Go
She Could'ntRide With Me In My Two Seater Or In My Photo
She Aiming At The Star Tryin To Holla At It
What She Thinkin Bout I Got Elevated Figure
Man They Took The Car Money In The Bank
Black A Mile Smoke Her Breath So Stank
I Came In The Club Swag Sharper Than The Shank
Then She Throwin Ass At My Head Bigger Than A Tank

Come And Get Yo Girl
She All In My Space
Backing Her Ass All In My Face
Come And Get Yo Girl
Cause Shawty Won't Leave
How Could She Be... When She All On Me
Come And Get Yo Girl
Cause Shawty So Ugghh
Looking Like Trash I Ain't Saying Nothing To Her
Come And Get Your Girl
Ey Shawty Can't Stay
We Brought Real Women And She All In They Way
Come And Get Yo Girl


3.Bring Em Out

T.I.
Urban Legend
Bring Em Out
(Bring 'em out, Its hard to yell when the barrels in ya mouth)
Swizzie!
(Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye!
(Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) TI
(Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye!

TIP comin live from the VIP, heard the night life lost life when
I leave
Both the Feds and the State wanna see my need
The whole city got bizzerk he got treat
Anotha nigga got a hit but shawty he not me
Who set the city on fire as soon as he got freed
Da king back now hoes don't even know how to act now
Hit the club stippers give neck 'fore I sit down
Still ballin money stack taller than Shaq now
Still push a button to let the roof on the 'Lac down
I'm on the road doin shows puttin my mack down
Mississippi to Philly Albuquerque to Chatt Town

I got the crowd yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye, all my hotgirls yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye, all the Dope Boyz yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye, from the back they yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)

Once again what other rap nigga hooder than this
I got rich and I'm still on some hoolagin shit
You be rappin bout blow I was movin the shit
You talkin bout shootin out and I was doin the shit
If I hit you in the face you gon be suin and shit
And if I catch anotha case I know I'm true to be missed
So I'ma keep it cool head stay out of the news
Headlines and shows other rappers its bedtime (bedtime)
It's clear to see that I'm ahead of my time
I copped a chromed out hard top Carrerra to shine
I got some time, it ain't shit cause I get better wit time
Who got a flow and a live show better than mine

I got a packed house yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye, all my hotgirls yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye, all the Dope Boyz yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye, from the back they yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)

Mic check 1-2 1-2, you wanna beef wit the king what is you gon
do
Will you show up on the scene wit 2 guns drew
Or you and ya friend and play a little two on two
If you knew half of what I knew then you'll be hittin the deck
Got a tool and a vest I can get some respect
I'ma make it hard for a sucka nigga to flex
Sho 'em this ain't the squad for a nigga to test
Pimp my nutz too large and we way too fresh
Work well wit Nines AK's and Techs
And quick to check a lame like a game of chess
You want beef you can bring ya best and we'll be standin..

In ya front yard yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye all my hot girls yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye, all the Dope Boyz yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye, from the back they yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)

Hands... In Da... Air... Now!
Hands... In Da... Air... Now!
Hands hands in the in the air air now!
Hands... In Da... Air... Now!


4.Motivation

Lyricist：Aldrin Davis, Clifford Harris

Better get on your job, tell 'em
Haters get on your job, nigga
Motivation
Nigga, get on your job, tell 'em
Haters get on your job, nigga
Motivation

Haters better get on your job, tell 'em
Haters get on your job, nigga
It's motivation
Sucka nigga, get on your job
If you hatin' get on your job, nigga

You can look me in my eyes, see I'm ready for whatever
Anythang, don't kill me, make me better
I ain't dead nigga, you can take the fame and the chedda
And the game, any deal, I'm still a go-getter
Take my freedom for the moment but it ain't forever
I got the spirit of a God, heart of a dope dealer
I'm a king seen hangin' with some cold killas
I ain't never back down or ran from no nigga

I ain't sat down yet, pimp, standin' gorilla
Even if I'ma all alone or standin' with four niggaz
Tell 'em jump, pimpin' it don't get no realer
5'9 with the soul of a 6'4 nigga
I separated the fakes, paralized from the waist down
From the real stand up guys of the A-Town
Can't even look me in my eyes, put your face down
I'm outta jail, nigga, whachu gotta say now？

Motivation
Niggaz fakin' only gonna inspire
Motivation
All your hatin' is fuel to my fire
It's motivation
Niggaz plottin' on the crown saw droppin'
It's motivation
Hey, but I ain't slowin' down and I ain't stoppin'

Motivation
Now nigga don't stop my show
Motivation
You ain't know I don't stop, I go
It's motivation
Sucka niggaz, can't make me suffer
Just make me stronger and make me tougher
It's motivation

To be locked in a box, niggaz happy to see
Put anybody on top, any rapper but T I P
But back to reality G, hoe Deace still carryin' me
Nigga, I run this
Spread your rumours, kick all your lil' dumb shit
Tell lies, laugh 'bout the time that I'm gon' get
If it make you feel better, picture me over and done with
Punk bitch, come with all the gossip you can come with

Small thang to a giant, I can overcome this
Jail, I don' done this, rap, I'm just havin' fun with
I could be a local joker, never have one hit
Nigga, New Finish alone'll get me dumb rich
While these rappers sellin' records gettin' pennies
If Grand Hustle sell any, I'ma get plenty
If God with me, who could be against me sucka？
Can't make me suffer, just make me tougher

Motivation
Niggaz fakin' only gonna inspire
Motivation
All your hatin' is fuel to my fire
It's motivation
Niggaz plottin' on the crown saw droppin'
It's motivation
Hey, but I ain't slowin' down and I ain't stoppin'

Motivation
Now nigga don't stop my show
Motivation
You ain't know I don't stop, I go
It's motivation
Sucka niggaz, can't make me suffer
Just make me stronger and make me tougher
It's motivation

Better get on your job, tell 'em
Haters get on your job, nigga
Motivation
Nigga, get on your job, tell 'em
Haters get on your job, nigga
Motivation

Haters better get on your job, tell 'em
Haters get on your job, nigga
It's motivation
Sucka nigga, get on your job
If you hatin' get on your job, nigga

Motivation
Niggaz fakin' only gonna inspire
Motivation
All your hatin' is fuel to my fire
It's motivation
Niggaz plottin' on the crown saw droppin'
It's motivation
Hey, but I ain't slowin' down and I ain't stoppin'

Motivation
Now nigga don't stop my show
Motivation
You ain't know I don't stop, I go
It's motivation
Sucka niggaz, can't make me suffer
Just make me stronger and make me tougher
It's motivation


5.Be Easy

Lyricist：Aldrin Davis, Clifford Harris, Tim O'brien, Gary St Clair

Ay, where the piano at Shawty？
Y'all ain't never seen a dope boy play the piano
And rap at the same time, have you？
I'ma show you somethin', dig this

I'm 22 and a vet in the game
Say I'm super coo', still a threat at the same
Time, rhyme bout the times I invested in 'caine
Pleasure and pain in every aspect of the game
I'm the answer to yo prayers if you prayin' for change
So, I dare you compare us and say we the same
When I'm, climbin' the ladder, they stuck in the same
Mind frame, they accomplishments are nothin' to gain

Eventually, see I'm outta yo range
Except this rose gold glow from my wrist and my chain
I entertain young niggaz who slang
Like a picture, no frame, see it's simple and plain
My shit bang, spit flames, put niggaz to shame
Flow so insane, lyrics stick in yo brain
Now you can't, mention my city unless you mention my name
T I P I M P, I'm the man

Ay, be easy, you don't want no trouble with me
Just be easy, the drama ain't nothin' to me
Ay, be easy, before you have problems just breathe
Ay, be easy, you ain't worth dyin', believe me
Just be easy, you don't want yo mama to grieve
Be easy, well mind yo business, don't bother the G
Be easy, swear you stuntin' but you frontin' to me
Be easy, behind the scenes or behind yo？
Ay, be easy

Kissin' ass when I came to leave
Set the standard for Atlanta, rearranged the lead
Okay, so what the fuck is fame to me？
I been plottin' since kindergarten, you'z a lame to me
I give the niggaz what they came to see
A reflection of one self where they aim to be
As you can see it ain't no change in me
And you won't meet another nigga off the chain as me

I'm so fly, no lie, don't deny it, ya feel it
So inspired by my style, decided to try it yo'self
Bet you won't, meet nobody ranked as high as myself
The checks you waitin' on, homes, I can sign them myself
Tote gats, dro smoked that, now I'm high
Seats way back in the Maybach I ride
Through the streets of the Westside, I slap five
And throw dubs, show love, nigga hate me nah

Ay, be easy, you don't want no trouble with me
Just be easy, the drama ain't nothin' to me
Ay, be easy, before you have problems just breathe
Ay, be easy, you ain't worth dyin', believe me
Just be easy, you don't want yo mama to grieve
Be easy, well mind yo business, don't bother the G
Be easy, swear you stuntin' but you frontin' to me
Be easy, behind the scenes or behind yo？
Ay, be easy

What it is pimp？ T.I.P., Trap Muzik, understand that？
Grand Hustle pimp, ay, wus hattnin' Toomp？
Let's ride out homie, what it is mayne？
P and C, Pimp Squad Click, Shawty
Uh, uh, A-Town, stay down
Keep it pimpin', pimpin'

Ay, be easy
Ay, be easy
Ay, be easy
Ay, be easy


6.What You Know

Lyricist：Gabriel Arillo, Aldrin Davis, Clifford Harris, Donny
Hathaway, Leroy Hutson, Curtis Mayfield, Billy Roberts

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
What you know about that？
What you know about that？
What you know about that？

Aye, don't you know I got
Key by the three？ When I chirp
Shawty chirp back, Louis napsack
Where I holdin' all tha work at

What you know about that？
What you know about that？
What you know about that？
Hey I know all about that

Loaded 44 on the low
Where the cheese at？
Fresh off the jet to the â~jects
Where the G's at？

What you know about that？
What you know about that？
Hey what you know about that？
Hey I know all about that

See me in ya city sittin' pretty
Know I'm shining dawg
Ridin' wid a couple Latin broads
And a China doll

And you know how we ball
Ridin' in shiny cars
Walk in designer malls
Buy everything we saw

You know about me dogg
Don't talk about me dogg
And if you doubt me dogg
You better out me dogg

I'm throwed off slightly bro
Don't wanna fight me bro
I'm fast as lightning bro
Ya better use ya Nike's bro

Know you don't like me â~cause
Yo bitch most likely does
She see me on them dubs
In front of every club

I be on dro, I'm buzzed
Gave every ho a hug
Niggaz don't show me mugs
'Cause you don't know me cuz

Aye, don't you know I got
Key by the three？ When I chirp
Shawty chirp back, Louis napsack
Where I holdin' all tha work at

What you know about that？
What you know about that？
What you know about that？
Hey I know all about that

Loaded 44 on the low
Where the cheese at？
Fresh off the jet to the â~jects
Where the G's at？

What you know about that？
What you know about that？
Hey what you know about that？
Hey I know all about that

Candy on the '64
Leather guts and fishbowl
50 on the pinky ring
Just to make my fist glow

Ya bitches get low
Because I get dough
So what？ I'm rich ho
I still would pull a kick-do'

What you talking shit fo'？
And gotta run and hit fo'？
Got you a yellin', I thought
You pulled out a gun and hit fo'

But you's a scary dude
Believed by very few
Just keep it very cool
Or we will bury you

See all that attitude's
Unnecessary dude
You never carry tools
Not even square, he cube

You got these people fooled
Who see you on the tube
Whatever try the crew
They'll see you on the news

Aye, don't you know I got
Key by the three？ When I chirp
Shawty chirp back, Louis napsack
Where I holdin' all tha work at

What you know about that？
What you know about that？
What you know about that？
Hey I know all about that

Loaded 44 on the low
Where the cheese at？
Fresh off the jet to the â~jects
Where the G's at？

What you know about that？
What you know about that？
Hey what you know about that？
Hey I know all about that

Fresh off the jet to the block
Burn a rubber with the top pop
I'll pop and bust a shot and tell â~em stop
And make the block hot

Ya label got got
Cuz you are not hot
I got the top spot
And it will not stop

A video or not
That will bust it to the glock stop
Drag ya out that Bentley coupe
And take it to the chop shop

Partner, we not ya'll
If it may pop off
I'll answer the question
â½Will I get ya block knocked off？â

And what it is bro
Look I will kill bro
I'm in your hood
If you a gangsta what you hid for？

Somebody better get bro
For he get sent for
You say you wanna squash it
What you still talkin' shit for？

Aye, don't you know I got
Key by the three？ When I chirp
Shawty chirp back, Louis napsack
Where I holdin' all tha work at

What you know about that？
What you know about that？
What you know about that？
Hey I know all about that

Loaded 44 on the low
Where the cheese at？
Fresh off the jet to the â~jects
Where the G's at？

What you know about that？
What you know about that？
Hey what you know about that？
Hey I know all about that


7.Bitch Who


He Ain't Really From That Block＊
Bitch Who？
He Ain't Really Getting That Gwuap
Bitch Who？
He Ain't On Top
Bitch Who？
I Beg Your Pardon
You Bumped Your Fucking Head Is You Retarded
He Ain't Really Got it Like That
Bitch Who？
I Bet Hes Gonna Keep It Quiet After That
Bitch Who？
That Niggas Shit Whack
Bitch You？
I Beg Your Pardon
You Bumped Your Fucking Head Is You Retarded

Gangsters All Sport Just Look
Shook Who Me？
I've Never Been Nothing Of The Sort
Want The Title Buck For It It's Yours
Getting Ignored Cause You So Pissed Poor
Forced Me to Pull Kick Doors Need Mine On Time
Be Sure Shawtys Gonna Shine
Trust Left Niggas In The Dust Trap Music
Try To Let You Catch Up
But Your Living Just Suck... Bad
Fall Short Not Enough Swag
So I Had To Give You Niggas So Much Gas
Get It Made Custom Not Broom
Cause You Finna Get Swept Off Your Feet
Trying To Step It Up To Me
I'll Put Your Ass Under If Left Up To Me
Like Boomarang And Kangaroo
Tell Me I Ain't A Fool
Stack Money Like Jewels
Let A Nigga Take Something From Me I Refuse
Who？ I'm So Cool
Rockling My Jewels Wherever
Brought Me My Dues I Dare Ya
Hell Ya Hats In The Box And Your Soul In The Hat
Saying A Prayer And Say Hello To Laya

He Ain't Really From That Block
Bitch Who？
He Ain't Really Getting That Gwuap
Bitch Who？
He Ain't On Top
Bitch Who？
I Beg Your Pardon
You Bumped Your Fucking Head Is You Retarded
He Ain't Really Got it Like That
Bitch Who？
I Bet Hes Gonna Keep It Quiet After That
Bitch Who？
That Niggas Shit Whack
Bitch You？
I Beg Your Pardon
You Bumped Your Fucking Head Is You Retarded

Hate You Comparing My Shit To Thiers They Ain't Tried
Don't Even Think It's Fair God Could Breate The Same Air As I
Fairer Fly Running Chicks Outta The Mariot
They Come Get Served And Leave Like A Chariot
Restaurant Representing Some Young glorious Estesvans
Listen One Don't Violate Or I Annihilate
Outta Position Outta Play Hate I Don't Tolerate
Came Out The Gates This Here
Lying Chains Since Then Top Top Ten
God Faith On Me When I Sin Go Figure Get Bigger
Same Year it's The Same Old Nigga
Money Don't Change No Nigga
You Started A Lame Get Fame But You Still The Same Hoe Nigga
Ain't No Flow Sicker Everything Got Man Done Crazy
Deranged Insane I Say

He Ain't Really From That Block
Bitch Who？
He Ain't Really Getting That Gwuap
Bitch Who？
He Ain't On Top
Bitch Who？
I Beg Your Pardon
You Bumped Your Fucking Head Is You Retarded
He Ain't Really Got it Like That
Bitch Who？
I Bet Hes Gonna Keep It Quiet After That
Bitch Who？
That Niggas Shit Whack
Bitch You？
I Beg Your Pardon
You Bumped Your Fucking Head Is You Retarded

I Woke Up This Morning I Jumped Up
I Heard Some Whack Music What The Fuck？
I Guess These Rap Niggas Gupped Up
I Wished I Fucked Niggas Never Luck
We Done Slaughtered Niggas Every Year
Bought A Cleaner Solid Tears
Park The Chargers Over There
Park The Ferraris Over Here
Niggas Never Been A Pipmp
All Theyve Ever Been Is A Sqaure
I Dare A Nigga Try To Run That Cap Ain't For That Chair？
Man What We Got Them Rifles And We Tollar Bam
And We Break It In Like The Mexicans
Stacks On Me Boy I Got Them Heavy Pants
Strap On Me Nigga I'll Make You Do That Dance
You Playing With The Godfather Trilogy
Them Boys Never Seen My Sqaud In A Century
Wrong Move So I Hit With A Penalty
No Profit Nigga West Side Henestry

He Ain't Really From That Block
Bitch Who？
He Ain't Really Getting That Gwuap
Bitch Who？
He Ain't On Top
Bitch Who？
I Beg Your Pardon
You Bumped Your Fucking Head Is You Retarded
He Ain't Really Got it Like That
Bitch Who？
I Bet Hes Gonna Keep It Quiet After That
Bitch Who？
That Niggas Shit Whack
Bitch You？
I Beg Your Pardon
You Bumped Your Fucking Head Is You Retarded
Nigga!


8.No Matter What

Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Floyd Nathaniel Hills

Yeah, yeah, yeah, aye
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I say still I stand, aye
And shawty here I am

Neva have ya seen in ya lifetime
A more divine southern rapper
Wit a swag like mine
Facin' all kind of time
But smile like I'm fine
Brag with such passion
And shine without trying

Believe me, pain's a small thing to a giant
I was born without a dime
Out tha gutta I climbed
Spoke my mind
And didn't stutter one time
Ali say even the greatest
Gotta suffer some time

So I huff and puff rhymes
Lyrics so sick wit it
Set the standard in Atlanta
How to get get get it
So you up and coming rappers
Wanna dis just kill it
I'm officially the realest
Point blank period

Whether I still live in the hood or juss visit
Whateva you can do in the hood I done did it
That's why the dope boys and the misfits feel it
This still his city as long as Tip living nigga

I ain't dead
(Naw)
I ain't done
(Naw)
I ain't scared
(Of what？)
I ain't run
(From who？)

But still I stand
(Yeah)
No matter what people
Here I am
(Yeah)
No matter what, remember

I ain't break
(Neva)
I ain't fold
(Neva)
They hate me mo'
(So!)
Yeah I know
(Haha)

Here I go
(Yeah)
No matter what shawty, here I go
(Haha)
No matter what shawty

You let the blog sites and the magazines tell it
I'm sure to be in jail till 2027
Rather see me in a cell
Instead of this new McLaren
God'll take you through hell just to get you to heaven

So even though it's heavy, the load I will carry
Grin and still bear it
Win and still share it
Apologies to the fans, I hope you can understand it
Life can change ya directions
Even when you ain't planned it

All you can do is handle it
The worst thing you could do is panic
Use it to your advantage
Avoid insanity, manage to conquer
Every obstacle, make impossible possible
Even when winning's illogical
Losing's still far from optional

Yeah they wanna see you shot up in the hospital
But when life throw punches, block ya counter like a boxer do
Been locked inside mi casa too long
I did a song to make it known that the king lives on, pimpin'

I ain't dead
(Naw)
I ain't done
(Naw)
I ain't scared
(Of what？)
I ain't run
(From who？)

But still I stand
(Yeah)
No matter what people
Here I am
(Yeah)
No matter what, remember

I ain't break
(Neva)
I ain't fold
(Neva)
They hate me mo'
(So)
Yeah I know
(Haha)

Here I go
(Yeah)
No matter what, shawty here I go
(Haha)
No matter what shawty

Even in solitude, there's still no hotter dude
I show you how to do what you do
You ain't got a clue
All you do is follow dudes
Sound like a lot of dudes
I weather whateva storm
Make it out without a bruise

I understand why, now wit my hands tied
Dey take shots cause if I'm out there it's a landslide
But revenge is best served as a cold dish
And suckas will get served nigga, no shit

Guess it was understood, for me it was over with
But I don't quit if ya ain't notice yet
They couldn't wait to say good night shawty
So they can try to rhyme, act and look like shawty

Go get a beat from Toomp and make a hook like shawty
Before ya know it I'm back, what it look like shawty？
I lost my partna and my daughter in the same year
Somehow I rise above my problems and remain here

Yeah and I hope the picture painted clear
If ya heart filled with faith then ya can't fear
Wonder how I face years and I'm still chillin'？
Easy, let go and let God deal wit it

I ain't dead
(Naw)
I ain't done
(Naw)
I ain't scared
(Of what？)
I ain't run
(From who？)

But still I stand
(Yeah)
No matter what people
Here I am
(Yeah)
No matter what, remember

I ain't break
(Neva)
I ain't fold
(Neva)
They hate me mo'
(So)
Yeah I know
(Haha)
Here I go
(Yeah)
No matter what shawty, here I go
(Haha)
No matter what shawty


9.Super Freak

But she's a freak though)
She's got angel eyes
With the baby face
(But she's a freak though)
I want my mama and daddy to meet her
Maybe have my baby
Man (but she's a freak though)
They keep talking about you because they
Can't keep up with your pace
(Hey) your my
Super freak
Super freak
Your my
Super freak

My mama taught me
Everything fine aint the finest
And everything that shine aint a diamond
They say change come with time and I'm finding that most bitches
take your kindness for blindness
Yeah it feel good laying here beside you
Digging deep all 9 up inside you
But we can't kick it
Out in public gotta hide you
'Cause all my partners in the hood done tried you
It's true that you can't turn a hoe into a housewife
Well listen shorty maybe I don't want a housewife
They say that you a freak I'm thinking that they bout right
Because that pussy so good
And your mouth tight
A pretty face
Slim waist
And a stout nice
Juicy ass that them niggas in the south like
She's super sexy
Got a nigga thinking bout a wife
Wearing all white
Being with her for life

The main thing making niggas judge you
Is the same thing that make me wanna love you
From the smell of your hair I wanna hug you
To the way you yell give it to me wanna fuck you
Plus you aint trippin off a nigga 'cause he thuggin
That's why I'm twice as happy this relationship is so buzzin
But my partner say you trickin with his cousin
But nevermind I don't listen they be buggin
They find it hard to understand how the tip love
This gurl when I'm in and out stip clubs
Maybe 'cause tip loves leave em with gurls
And in the morning they be wakin up with 6 gurls
They don't know we more like homies when we pick gurls
Why he worried bout it he aint gotta make it his gurl
Fuck what he think about you
I think you the shit girl
Make me wanna bring another kid in the world

Now I've been told every nigga in the streets know she nothing
but a freak hoe
But when I look in them pretty eyes I don't see it though
Now she done shown me some shit that I aint see before
But what we do behind closed doors is for me to know
All in all I decided ima keep her tho
I'm a fuckin grown man what I'm creepin for
Just try me by the 4, that what I'm totin heaters fo
I die about her for a real good reason though
This how I feel let my partners and my mama know
Keep it real all the disrespect has gotta go
I just respect that she a selfish she don't hide it
Though she may have been a tad misguided
All she need is a little affection
A lot a direction
A nigga with a constant erection
And I done wasted plenty time contemplating second guessing
procrastinating
I wanna buy a ring and pop the question...


10.Stand Up

Lyricist：Dwayne Carter, Carter Harris, Jonathan H Smith, Maurice Young

Check this out my nigga, there's a lot of niggas out here
That got a lot of shit to motherfuckin' say
But when a nigga bring it to them niggas
They can't stand up for what they motherfuckin' said

Naw, I ain't say that, he said that
Stand up if you got somethin' to say, my nigga
Stand up for what you said, my nigga
Tell them niggas bring it to the square, nigga

Stand up, if you don't like what I'm sayin' then buck
Swang when you see me, we can throw them hands sucker
Stand up, if you aint notice, nigga, I don't give a fuck
If I said it, then I meant it an' what？ Fuck, nigga

Stand up, you don't wanna see the trigger man buss
Hit you an' your man's up, make it hard for a niggas to stand up
Tell your crew they don't want it with us dude
An' if the motherfuckas do, bust a motherfuckin' move, stand up

You got a alligator mouth an' a hummingbird ass
Your mouth writin' checks that ya ass can't cash
One forty five an' I'm outta ya weight class
Wanna survive？ You better scramble like eggs an' break fast

'Cause I know how to handle ya fake ass
I'm ride on ya an' hide ya in yesterday's trash
Pull up in the Chevy, sprayin' rounds through the glass
See you layin' face down in the grass an' I laugh

Ha, that's the end of the saga
The end of my problems, nigga mash the Impala
Go lay up with a model an' watch the news tomorrow
An' that's the end, checkmate, game over, I'll holla

Now I'm tellin' ya, potna, you don't know whatcha doin'
Don't recognize the trouble ya gettin' into an' ya ruined
Hey, dig this man, I spent my childhood in a wild hood
An' all that gangsta shit ya talkin', yeah, it sound good

But make it understood, you gonna have to show me
I'm a OG, you wanna overthrow me

Stand up, if you don't like what I'm sayin' then buck
Swang when you see me, we can throw them hands sucker
Stand up, if you aint notice, nigga, I don't give a fuck
If I said it, then I meant it an' what？ Fuck, nigga

Stand up, you don't wanna see the trigger man buss
Hit you an' your man's up, make it hard for a niggas to stand up
Tell your crew they don't want it with us dude
An' if the motherfuckas do, bust a motherfuckin' move, stand up

Dearly beloved, we gathered here today
To marry this young nigga in his own special thug way
Do you promise to love an' respect all of the real niggas？
An' when the problem come, learn to deal with 'em？

Do you swear to turn the chopper on any motherfucker in ya path
Or any bitch, that's tryin' to stop ya？
An' do you promise to keep 'em handy an' don't hand 'em
To nobody, nobody except family？

An' keep 'em cocked an' loaded an' don't expose 'em to nobody
Unless somebody want 'em in his body
To love an' cherish 'em from his trigger to his barrel
From the bottom of ya heart, to death do you fuckin' part

Do you understand to live the life by him, is to sell ya soul
An' Lord knows you gonna die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne an' Billy the Kid
Sheed, all them motherfuckers dead

An' did you know that every other bitch from the Wild Wild West
End up dyin' from hollow points to they fuckin' chest
'Cause they ain't never seen or cocked beamed a milli fourteen
Or Tommy gun, with a hundred round fuckin' gun

Stand up, if you don't like what I'm sayin' then buck
Swang when you see me, we can throw them hands sucker
Stand up, if you aint notice, nigga, I don't give a fuck
If I said it, then I meant it an' what？ Fuck, nigga

Stand up, you don't wanna see the trigger man buss
Hit you an' your man's up, make it hard for a niggas to stand up
Tell your crew they don't want it with us dude
An' if the motherfuckas do, bust a motherfuckin' move, stand up

Sheed, I'm talkin' about ridin' out tonight
Only way I die first, gotta kill me in this verse
Weezy F, middle finger to life
So nothin' seem critical, in the hood I'm typical

Yeah I'm feelin' good an' spiritual, healin' hoods
With shit up outta my kitchen, I'm pitching it, it's really good
Smokin', drinkin', I'm like a fish an' I'll probably shit on ya
bitch
Probably piss on her lips an' she'll probably give you a kiss

Nasty, holly grove classic, parley with a nigga
Probably rob the same bastard, ask him
We don't give a fuck about a casket
Nigga this the murder cappy, niggas just murder happy

Twelve years old, I jumped off the pot
I started sellin' rocks, right after I got shot
I had to hold my weight down
Pussy nigga, stand up or lay down

Stand up, if you don't like what I'm sayin' then buck
Swang when you see me, we can throw them hands sucker
Stand up, if you aint notice, nigga, I don't give a fuck
If I said it, then I meant it an' what？ Fuck, nigga

Stand up, you don't wanna see the trigger man buss
Hit you an' your man's up, make it hard for a niggas to stand up
Tell your crew they don't want it with us dude
An' if the motherfuckas do, bust a motherfuckin' move, stand up


11.Soldiers

Hey
(I want a Soldier!)
The way you got it, I'm the hottest around
They'll know it when they see you rollin' impala's around
(I got a Soldier!)
Wit the top down feeling the sounds
Quakin' and vibratin' your thighs ridin' harder than guys
Wit the chrome wheels at the bottom, white leather inside
When them lames be spittin' at you tell 'em don't even try it
To shot it wit Chelle and kick it wit Kelly or holla at B
Ya, gotta be g's you way outta your league
Please!


We like dem boys that be in them lac's leanin' {Leanin'}
Open their mouth their grill gleamin' {Gleamin'}
Candy paint, keep that whip clean and {Clean and}
(They always be talkin that country slang, we like)
They keep that beat that be in the back beatin' {Beatin'}
Eyes be so low from there chief {chief and}
I love how he keep my body screamin' {Screamin'}
A rude boy that's good to me, wit street credibility

If his status ain't hood
I ain't checkin' for him
Betta be street if he lookin' at me
I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Known to carry big things
If you know what I mean
If his status ain't hood
I ain't checkin' for him
Betta be street if he looking at me
I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Gotta know to get dough
And he betta be street

We like dem boys up top from the BK {BK}
Know how to flip that money three ways {Three ways}
Always ridin' big on the freeway {Freeway}
(Wit that east coast slang that us country girls be like)
Low cut caesars wit the deep waves {deep waves}
So quick to snatch up your Beyonce {Beyonce}
Always comin down poppin our way {Our way}
(Tellin us that country girls the kinda girl they like)

If his status ain't hood
I ain't checkin' for him
Betta be street if he lookin' at me
I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Known to carry big things
If you know what I mean
If his status ain't hood
I ain't checkin' for him
Betta be street if he looking at me
I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Gotta know to get dough
And he betta be street

I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at)
They wanna take care of me (Where they at)
I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at)
Don't mind takin one for me (Where they at)
I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at)
They wanna spend that on me (Where they at)
I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at)
Wouldn't mind puttin that on me (Where they at)

Hey, see cash money is a army
I'm walkin' wit purple hearts on me
You talkin' to the sargeant
Body marked up like the subway in harlem
Call him, weezy f baby, please say the baby
If you don't see me on the block I ain't tryna hide
I blend in wit the hood, i'm camouflage
Bandana tied, so mommy join my troop
Now every time she hear my name she salute

I like dem boys over there they lookin' strong tonight {Strong
tonight}
Just might give one the phone tonight {Phone tonight}
Homey in the dickies in my zone tonight {Zone tonight}
He don't know it might be on tonight {On tonight}
Ooh he lookin' good and he talkin' right {Talkin' right}
He the type that might change my life {Change my life}
Everytime he look at me my girls be like {Girls be like}
(That one may be the one tonight)

If his status ain't hood
I ain't checkin' for him
Betta be street if he lookin' at me
I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Known to carry big things
If you know what I mean
If his status ain't hood
I ain't checkin' for him
Betta be street if he looking at me
I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Gotta know to get dough
And he betta be street

I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at)
They wanna take care of me (Where they at)
I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at)
Wouldn't mind puttin that on me (Where they at)


12.No No No (Remix)

No, No, No (Remix)
Jae Millz, Cam'ron, T.I

(Jae Millz)
Yea . . . you know we had to do this right here
All hoods, stand up
All rude bwoys

(Cam'Ron)
It's the remix, Killa, Dip Set
Harlem, mo say, chrome holla at me

(Verse)
Doggy I seldom stunt, but got some pell 'em stunts
Call 'em dunts, tell them hoes go sell them cunts
Roll hella blunts, and I'm only gonna tell you once (No, No,
No...)
So you should tell a friend, to tell a friend, to tell a bitch
Tele-a-thon, telescope, televise, can tell I'm rich
Cause I sell my bricks, call hoes pultry that smell like fish,
bitch
You rockin' Dada Dot, me I keep a Prada box
Ak', gotta rock the rocks, now I got the rock of Roc's (Minimum)
And I cop a top, ak chop a glock, suede, beige, knock a knock
System in the drop of drops, get the mobstered mopped
Get the poppas popped, top a top, shot the pawn
Dog, they'll be shotters shot, I done shot a lot
Shot the nine, shot the rock, sure shot, shot for sure
But I'm secure, no security, killa keep glocks and fours
Plus blocks of raw, probably popped your whore
But I'm not for sure, bitch wanna hop aboard
Hit up the docks and shores (No, No, No...)

nigga]AY, Iknow these ho niggas hate to see the real niggaz on
top ya know wha' i'm sayin [iffya hatin then get on ya job
nigga]
Fake it until you make it nigga
If I wanted to be me as long as you wanted to be I'd hate me too
nigga, you know,
King of da Muhfuckin' South Nigga, if ya don't like it：
KILL YA SELF!

(Verse)
It's your decision, we can do it however you want to
Fight or shoot it out, look the choices is on you
Your crew could swindle a lame, but the gangstas ya don't fool
Young pimpin' wont lose nigga (No, no, no...)
We can beef if you choose, but if you comparing the crews
If we ever meet in public, we gotcha for keepin' ya jewels
Keep your raps on the beats . . . and talkin in da interview
Cause damn...what you wanna do nigga？ (No, no, no...)
Well I suggest you invest in vests and count your blessings
Keep that smith and wessun, heckler kotch, whatever you got
Cause what I come with too heavy to cock, clearing the block
Niggas beg me to stop and i'm like (No, no, no...)
Ain't this what you niggaz wanted to get, you wanted what TIP
get？
Get hit up in your stomach then get hit for runnin' ya lips
Spit each and everyone in the clip, and one in your whip
Ambulence can waste a trip (Ay, you can come if you want to man)
Combat time, was flat lined, to back grime
Nigga runnin' actin' like a Nissan and Pathfinder (Sfffmmmm)
When the lead flyin' it's bed time, the head lyin'
The paper in the morning saying (No, no, no...)

(Jae Millz)
Yo I been spittin, been gifted, been crazy flow
Wize, been attent, shit you can call me Benjamin
Brethren, I don't ball with dopes
And you can call me anything you want, just don't call me broke
(No, no, no...)
Most hated, M to the izz H phenomenal
Get up and one'll stretch, direct through your abdominal
I'm warning you, stop your blood clot cryin'
Stop lyin' cause there's no stop in dyin' (No, no, no...)
Picture me passing my chain, or getting smacked by a lame
That's like runnin' up on Father Zeek, and Matches Lane
It just don't sound right, I get your team devoured
So don't even TINK about it (No, no, no...)
You just a server shorty, I'll leave ya king stun
I'm a king son, in Kingston, I bling dumb
Only rapper you seen walkin' icey in the terrordome
Holla back, how real is that (No, no, no...)
No I don't wanna stop, I gotta 'em sick
So I'mma keep going, keep flowin'
Benz backin' up so I'ma keep rollin' bent
And I'm stilla heavy spitter, plus I'm good with the pitbull
The tech missiles and the heavy hitters
SUCKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS

(Jae Millz)
Those my peoples, N Y C
Killa, Dip Set
They know, T.I. grand hustle
What up
They know who I am
Jae Millz, call me whatever, just don't call me broke
Wanna WHAT!？


13.Never Scared

Yea! This nigga think we hoez or somethin' my nigga...
Sheeeit, man what the... lemme talk to the mo'fucca
How hard we really mo'fuccin is in this biaaaatch... nah'm
sayin？
Fuck nigga... sheit man, ole punk ass kids, we out the club
nigga...
That don't mean nuthin nigga! I'm gon fuck this nigga up, my
nigga!
Sheeeeit, lemme show this mo'fucca how hard this shit really
is!!!

(Chorus)
So i'm outside the club and you think im a puuuuunk so i go to
my loaded tech 9 des open the truckkkkkkk i told tha muthafukka
I ain't never scared (eastside!)
I ain't never scared (westside!)
I ain't never scared (southside!)
I ain't never scared (northside!)
I ain't never scared (southside!)
I ain't never scared (eastside!)
I ain't never scared (westside!)

Verse 1 Bonecrusher
Let a choppa go PLOOOOOOWWW! to yo melon
Now the plasma is oozin outta yo cerebellum
AttenSHUNNNNN! Fuck nigga, now you swellin
You ain't talkin hardcore, now is ya？ Lil' bitch!
Got'em runnin scared of a... BIGGA NIGGA!
'cause I put the heat to his ummm... HILFIGER!
Now on dat drank and on some of dat dank
Pistols gettin thirsty now I need somethin to drank
(Chorus)

Verse 2 Killer Mike
I got a hot 4 fever, call it bitch Benita
Knock the apple off any bum or the hollow heat seaker
Ran 'cross bitch niggaz, fuck the pint, she take blood by the
liter
I'll never leave her, my viscous vixen
On liquor, send dat ass to God quicker
No matter yo religion, you Muslim, Hebrew or Christian
She indiscriminate with punishment, she send'em missin
My gun's my favorite bitchin and
And she got permanent PMS so she stay bitchin

(Chorus)
Verse 3 T.I. Wit Added Libs

Noooooo, I ain't bad, just don't kiss no ass or take shit
And I'm a grown man, find you somebody to play wit
If you'on like me when you see me, betta not say shit
I'll choke yo ass out like Dre did that bitch
You betta tell these pussies they ain't fuckin wit no rookie
I'm a Bankhead nigga, I'll take yo cookiez!
So don't make it a me or you situation
I'll have yo partner down and I'll see you visitation
Like, hope for the best, but I'on think he gon make it
Not the way he was shiverin and shakin on the pavement
I'll tell you wha, if you make it, call'em grace 'cause he
amazin
Find out these verses wasn't the only thang blazin and
Just when you thought that I was done I was savin the
Best for last, nigga kiss my ass
Like ？？？ they my folkz, itz best you just let'em be
'cause I do the shit pretend and them FED's just ain't never see
nigga!


14.My Dear

(Feat：Ciara)

I'm so done
I'm through
It's your fault
It's you

CHORUS
You can never ever say I aint 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,
But baby its such a good idea,
But you won't show me that you appreciate my love,
I had to say goodbye my dear.

My dear my dear...Say goodbye my dear...

I'm packin up boy I gotta leave,
Gave you my heart and my soul, my everything,
Spent so much time in the streets,
You lied, you creeped,
And I stayed here with you.
Dont wanna do this to my family,
They wanna see us together, living happily,
But you are so unfair, you showed no care,
And thats why I am through
All the pain,
All these years,
I hate to walk away,
But I gotta say goodbye my dear,
I'm so done wit you boy.

CHORUS
You can never ever say I ain't 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,
But u make its such a good idea,
But you won't show me that you appreciate my love,
I had to say goodbye my dear.

My dear my dear...Say goodbye my dear...

T.I.
We've been going through this so long,
And you don't listen to me so now I'm showing you,
Everytime I'm gone you miss me more
than you think you will
and now nigga thought of you
all that I am here
all the years I've been doin you
lookin how we're near
then what you got me going through

She says I ain't doin nothing
but you

I'ma let you have yo shit
Better stop tryin me
I'ma
I mean no harm

She got a hold of my heart though

CHORUS
You can never ever say I ain't 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,
But you make it such a good idea,
But you won't 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
this time I'm done fo sho


15.My Air Forces

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

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

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

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


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


16.King And Queen

Ay, ay, ay! Now listen to me for a minute. Ay, ay, ay! Can ya
hear me？ (Ciara) Yeah, yeah, ye-ah! La-la-la-la-la-la-la! Ha ha
ha, yeah, ye-ah! La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la! Ooh-ooh,
ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ye-ah!

I know what you be thinkin' when ya hear me tryna holla, I'm a
baller! You don't wanna come near me. I know ya hear me, but you
really ain't tryna be bothered. Cause you probably used to
leavin' out the club gettin' followed. But listen, shawty, I
ain't nothin' like a stalker. If I say then I mean it, I ain't
just a sweet talker. I know I want a woman 'fore i ever try to
call her. I know ya first mind tell ya to decline, but you
oughta. Come and chill for a minute, take a load off. Know ya
heard rumors, playin' hoes, them throw it off! If ya choose to
listen to them then it yo loss. But what you wanna do let me
know, 'fore I roll off. I know ya havin' second thoughts, it
ain't yo fault. Just don't let the bling scare ya off, I'm a
sure floss. But I keep my business to myself, let the hoes talk.
Kick it wit da King, be the Queen, yup, at no cost.

I'll be your Queen, for a day. baby we can get away (maybe we
can get away). I can do anythin u wanna do (yeah), any time just
pick it's place. I'll be your Queen, for a day. Maybe you won't
have to chase (baby). If ya really want me to be the one, all ya
gotta do is say, 'Be My Queen!'


Come and hang wit me, shawty, I can change ya life! Not a lil
bit, look I'm talkin' major! Like first class flights, not firt
class seats. Got a 'Go-G Phone' if ya commin' wit me. I put you
in position bra, we beyond the ol' beach. Hoppin' in the cool
cars, right in front of the suite. Tell the driver to drop us
off in front of the beach. Set up a table in the sand, fix us
somethin' to eat. You'll be surprised whatcha learn sit and
talkin' to me. How the moon and the stars glisten off of the
sea. You've hardly ever seen only one woman it me, and if ya did
then she probably mean something to me. I know you know I toll
blocks, and I come from the street. Now, I done grown up a lot,
sinceI was runnin' the streets. And even if that don't change ya
opinion in me, aren't ya glad you got the chance to come and
kick it with me, right？

I'll be your Queen, for a day. baby we can get away (maybe we
can get away). I can do anythin u wanna do (yeah), any time just
pick it's place. I'll be your Queen, for a day. Maybe you won't
have to chase (baby). If ya really want me to be the one, all ya
gotta do is say, 'Be My Queen!'

I know ya had a chance to listen to the rest flirt, for you give
on up it's all come and try the best first. I can give it to ya
slow, i can make the sex hurt. Ooh, but no pressure, we ain't
gotta have sex first. I know you wanna note on this, some
nutural respect first. But before we go kick it if ya wanna
clear ya head first. We can blow on the first bloat, 'till it
make ya chest hurt. Take a couple shots, shot the top of the wet
vert. Call up ya homegirl, we can go and get her! if she love a
good time then tonight might impress her (ha ha). Squeeze in ya
tight skirt, match wit ya best purse. I can show ya both how to
ball im an expert.

I'll be your Queen, for a day. baby we can get away (maybe we
can get away). I can do anythin u wanna do (yeah), any time just
pick it's place. I'll be your Queen, for a day. Maybe you won't
have to chase (baby). If ya really want me to be the one, all ya
gotta do is say, 'Be My Queen!'


17.I'm A King

Big catch-a-cane, big homie wat it is？
I think imma rap straight up fo deze niggaz

Now, errbody wanna be tha king of tha South
Wen, dey ain't runnin a damn thing but dey mouf, no doubt
Iz all good, y'all jus statin y'all opinion
But in da South and in da hood iz undastood witout sayin, iz a
given
And ain't b''cause of wat I'm doin fo a livin
Iz, mo b''cause of wat I do and how I'm livin
Not ta mention wen I'm rappin I'm jus hurtin niggaz feelins
(Niggaz feelins)
And still chillin on sumthin das inta healing
Made provisions fo tha clique ta continue keepin it pimpin
Whether crack was in tha house or record sales was through tha
ceilin
So, say wat'chu want, and do wat'chu please
But fo fun, I shoot 22's from ya shoe ta ya knee
I run a record label and a crew of G's
So, niggaz'll cum and look fo ya if ya sneeze
Or even breathe tha wrong way, ya better do wat tha song say
And be easy, or else it'll be a long day

I'm a king! Bank rolls in tha pockets of ma jeans
I'm a king! Ya pussy niggaz couldn't see me in ya dreams
I'm a king! Top topic of all of ya magazines
I'm a king! Head of tha body, leader of da team
I'm a king! Rememba I can get ya block knocked off
I'm a king! A Bentley Coupe with tha top chopped off
I'm a king! I'm connected nationwide within tha South
I'm a king! Jus respect it and keep my name out'cha mouf
(I'm a king!)

I'm tha prince, shawty, don't get it twisted (Ay!)
Been callin shots simplin fo ma flows existed (Flows existed!)
And still find birds in ma momma kitchen (Ay!)
Ya might (Ay!) see me (Ay!) burnin purp (Ay!) in tha subdivision
(Ay!) (Lets go nigga!) (Ay!)
I got soldiers on (Ay!) deck (Uh-huh!), babyface pimpin, wat'chu
noe bout dat (Ay!)
I keep a bad Brenda wit that 'vert, top dat!
Ma jeans feelin tight 'cause (Yo!) ma flows stay (Ay!) phat,
(Ay!) playa betta noe dat
Ma neck got so much shit, danglin
Big dick, big chain, we jus keep on hangin
Gotta Hollywood ho, and a bitch dat be sangin
Dey be hatin 'cause I'm famous, shawty wat I was thankin (Ayyy!)
And dis fo every don nigga thankin he passed me (Thankin he
passed me!)
I'll jus thank God you gone and da shit'll be nasty (Shit'll be
nasty!)
Imma stay ballin, fallin off ma ol' skool classic
Lil' Scrap got big bank, now see if you can match it (Haha!)

I'm a king! Bank rolls in tha pockets of ma jeans
I'm a king! Ya pussy niggaz couldn't see me in ya dreams
I'm a king! Top topic of all of ya magazines
I'm a king! Head of tha body, leader of da team
I'm a king! Rememba I can get ya block knocked off
I'm a king! A Bentley Coupe with tha top chopped off
I'm a king! I'm connected nationwide within tha South
I'm a king! Jus respect it and keep my name out'cha mouf
(I'm a king!)

Shawty I'm down wit tha kings (Kings!), so call me tha greatest
(Greatest!)
Number one hustla, I keep tha street blazin
If tha grapes don't sell, I dry'em up and sell raisins
While y'all cherry-pickin hustlas, out here slavin
Dat king shit nigga run deep in ma veins
Pump through ma heart, live in ma bone marrow, man
Das pimpin! Ma gas iz premium like octane
Can't tell me nuttin bout stackin dez Benjaminz

I'm tha king of tha dirty, see me seated in tha throne
Overruled other dudes, like Caesar did in Rome (Yea!)
Wit a prince das (Hey!) so demandin, and a aura so strong
Tha South ain't been represented like dis in so long
Imma emperor (Ya instigatin man!), ya best be glad (Hey! Hey!)
I'm workin on ma temper
Othawise I'd cock a pistol, send some missiles ta ya temple
Disrespect us imma blick'em 'til I get'cha plain and simple
Brass knuckles ta ya (Ay!) dentals, blast suckers in dey dimples

I'm a king! Bank rolls in tha pockets of ma jeans
I'm a king! Ya pussy niggaz couldn't see me in ya dreams
I'm a king! Top topic of all of ya magazines
I'm a king! Head of tha body, leader of da team
I'm a king! Rememba I can get ya block knocked off
I'm a king! A Bentley Coupe with tha top chopped off
I'm a king! I'm connected nationwide within tha South
I'm a king! Jus respect it and keep my name out'cha mouf
(I'm a king!)


18.I Can't Quit

Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Carlos Valdez Thornton, Benny Arnette
Tillman

Hell no, I can't quit
Hell no man, we got to much money
To get shawty stay down grand hustle, look

I'm this far from bein' the star and just that close to quittin'
I never should've came close to missin'
But I want to be a musician pimpin' not a politician
Listen, feel my position this a rough transition

Plus I'm way to deep in the game to be tryin' to change
From fortune and fame and glamor I could be in the slammer
Or six feet under Atlanta it's a blessing to breath
I walk the streets with seven felonies I'm blessed to be free

Long as somebody up in heaven who keep blessing the G
T I P is still be blessing CD's so haters you can see these
'Cause I'm back now with somethin' to prove
Everythin' to gain pimpin' nothing to lose

I oughta start smackin' niggas when there's nothin' to do
They to big shoot 'em in the leg and even the odds
'Cause you ain't hard, less you round with captain C Rod
Trap with K T and brawl with J R

Fuck hoes with D P broke bread with J G
Switch labels like K P poofa did all that to me
Even though I'd rather go back to slangin' drugs an' shit
This a gang of niggas and bitches really love this shit

I can't quit even though police's hate on legit
And rappers hate it 'cause they know I'm the shit
Hell now I can't quit, some niggas hatin' on the money I'm
gettin'
Most of them hatin' 'cause I'm fuckin' they bitch
Now pimpin', I can't quit, some niggas hatin' on the rocks and
the rings
Some of 'em hate 'cause they all think I'm the king
Hell now I can't quit, some people hate it when you better then
them
They ain't hate start worryin' then, hey I'm winnin' I can't
quit

Ten years an album and two deals for real
We all know I should of sold two million at least
It's all good though I flow for the streets
I do it for ya'll every weekend, you see who in the mall

'Cause still in the traps signing your shirts given you doubt
Kickin' it with ya then get you and your folk in the club
Holes of the pictures where girls gave kisses and hugs
Hold and I look at the show passin' niggas the drove

One of the realist rappers niggas will know
But niggas be hatin' to the point where they be calling the
station
But they respect it 'cause I'm ready and focused
Then I see they panties an' vocals

I want you to know this the closest you know this
Niggas in the game ain't real got to stay sellin' records
'Cause the fame ain't shit and fuck the units that they name
will sell
It'll break your heart to see your favorite rappers lame as hell

I can't quit even though police's hate on legit
And rappers hate it 'cause they know I'm the shit
Hell now I can't quit, some niggas hatin' on the money I'm
gettin'
Most of them hatin' 'cause I'm fuckin' they bitch
Now pimpin', I can't quit, some niggas hatin' on the rocks and
the rings
Some of 'em hate 'cause they all think I'm the king
Hell now I can't quit, some people hate it when you better then
them
They ain't hate start worryin' then, hey I'm winnin' I can't
quit

Some of the people some of times
Some of you rhyme but might not like one of them lines
I tell you what, I let you criticize me one of them times
Those of you that think I'm too cocky get in front of the line

Whether you don't like my ego or my arrogant flow
Don't like it when you say I'm tyte, I say I already know
Don't like how I was talkin' shit before my album blowed
Think I need to calm it down be more like the average Joe

So, fuck your little thoughts and that little house you think
I'm in
Get a Benz I value your opinion
Think I give a fuck how many times my record spins？
Well, what you recommend？ I'm back again

I can't quit even though police's hate on legit
And rappers hate it 'cause they know I'm the shit
Hell now I can't quit, some niggas hatin' on the money I'm
gettin'
Most of them hatin' 'cause I'm fuckin' they bitch
Now pimpin', I can't quit, some niggas hatin' on the rocks and
the rings
Some of 'em hate 'cause they all think I'm the king
Hell now I can't quit, some people hate it when you better then
them
They ain't hate start worryin' then, hey I'm winnin' I can't
quit


19.Get Ya Shit Together

Lyricist：Clifford Harris, K Jones, Scott Storch

As you can see the O.G.'s from Grand Hustle
Done laid it down again, T.I.P. Shawty
A man, this for all my home girls that like to see a baller do
his thing
(Get ya shit together, come on)

All the 8's, 9's, and dimes
I like to welcome ya'll to the best time
Of ya life, ya, understand that
All the stones are real and its chrome on all the wheels
Ya, know, anythin' less is uncivilized

Aye, I pull up to the club, lift both doors up
Hopped out clean and ya hoes choose us
Walked in the door make the show hold up
'Cause my neck and my bracelet was so froze up

The kind of stones bitches wanna see close up
So we don't approach them, they comin' and approach us
Roll the dro up then go post up
Look down cause that's where its gonna go, sho nuff

In the V.I.P. and all eyes on us
Hoes chill, poppin' pills, blowin' dro no duff
Whatcha say you got a man, so what
I don't know him, and baby he don't know her

I got a new phatom and my own chauffeur
Ya, think ya finna be thinkin' 'bout him, no sir
Probably prefer to tell ya man goodnight
And she don't wanna know what the good life look like

If you ain't gettin' money goodnight
I know what a broke nigga look like
When you ridin' in your wheels, get ya shit together
Boy, then diamonds ain't real, get ya shit together

Now we can ball seven days, six nights
If that head and that pussy get right
And match ya panties with ya bras, get ya shit together
Come get your hair and nails done, get ya shit together

Hey, I'm off the scene with Louis the 13th
Chains swing to my jeans, and my T-shirt clean
In case you been researchin', I'm the King
With a style as mean as the earth seems

Chest on ice, and my wrist on gleam
30 karats in the ring, money ain't no thing
You think I'm playin', but I ain't jokin'
The dro king, if it ain't purple, I ain't smokin'

Rubber band bank rolls, 50 thousand dollar cheddar knots
Try to shine, is you out your mind, boy you better not
I walk around with more money than you ever got
Shrewd attitude like I never had to sell a rock

Shawty I can get you in whatever spot
Backstage, front row, what I got to front for
I'm gettin' bored, don't even know what I stunt for
Got a lotta rides, what it hurts to cope one more

If you ain't gettin' money goodnight
I know what a broke nigga look like
When you ridin' in your wheels, get ya shit together
Boy, then diamonds ain't real, get ya shit together

Now we can ball seven days, six nights
If that head and that pussy get right
And match ya panties with ya bras, get ya shit together
Come get your hair and nails done, get ya shit together

To all my hot girls, if you wanna come chill
Let's roll on chrome wheels, let me tell you what it is
We finna throw a little party at the crib
Where the floors tricked out and the rooms like ill

The basements cool, but the pools unreal
Where that millionaire lives, shit remains concealed
So pop a pill, put on your blindfold
I'm hittin' the dance floor, and grab eighty-nine more

Let 'em know we on the way, where they been tryin' to go
I knew I had 'em when they asked me
'What kind of diamonds are those'
Headed to the spot, pourin' double shots of XO
Play the, 'Love Below', and watch 'em undress slow

Flicks on the flat screen, make 'em want to, 'Get low'
And spit shine this dick of mine until it gets swole
When they kick it with the king, they don't wanna let go
So whatcha gonna tell a nigga, when he tells ya, 'Let's go'

If you ain't gettin' money goodnight
I know what a broke nigga look like
When you ridin' in your wheels, get ya shit together
Boy, then diamonds ain't real, get ya shit together

Now we can ball seven days, six nights
If that head and that pussy get right
And match ya panties with ya bras, get ya shit together
Come get your hair and nails done, get ya shit together

If you ain't gettin' money goodnight
I know what a broke nigga look like
When you ridin' in your wheels, get ya shit together
Boy, then diamonds ain't real, get ya shit together

Now we can ball seven days, six nights
If that head and that pussy get right
And match ya panties with ya bras, get ya shit together
Come get your hair and nails done, get ya shit together


20.Get Some

Songwriters：Loeffler, Samuel; Loeffler, Peter; Loeffler, Joseph

Featuring Shawn Desman


21.Get It

Lyricist：Antonio Amurri, Kasseem Dean, Clifford Harris, Enrico
Simonetti, Dino Verde

The King's back, woo

I got that get it, get it, I got that get it what you need
From soft parts to trees you can get it what you need
Get it, get it, I got that get it when you need
From dope boyz and bitches who love dat RD

Come and get it aye, 'cause I got it bitch
Come and get you know I got it bitch
Come and get it aye, 'cause I got it bitch
Come and get you know I got it bitch

I got my broads if you want 'em on the C.O.D
Please 5 G's, I don't front it but I got good numbers
Tote 2 thunder, sat that lumber
Got that guacamole holy moly you don't know me

See me clean as I wanna be, but these niggas wanna be
Shots so bright I can't see niggas standing right in front of me
These niggas don't want none of me, this rapping shit is fun to
me
What I look like beefing wit you nigga you a son to me

Move weight out to Georgia, get it cross the water
Drive that shit to New York coming all the way from Florida
Dope boy trap nigga that's what they call 'em
Summer time balla when I buy the mall up

I got that get it, get it, I got that get it what you need
From soft parts to trees you can get it what you need
Get it, get it, I got that get it when you need
From dope boyz and bitches who love dat RD

Come and get it aye, 'cause I got it bitch
Come and get you know I got it bitch
Come and get it aye, 'cause I got it bitch
Come and get you know I got it bitch

Mighta seen me getting gas at the Citgo and he sit the six low
Riding right beside a 45 and what its hitting fo
Shawty ain't bullshitin' folk, he'll be out here hitting folks
Just stick around and try to tell polices what he did it fo

Ain't nuttin' he ain't did before, other niggas getting so
Blurred wit the pussy and bet some even getting so
Long he ain't funny, he got that long money
Naw money, you niggas barely got hit the mall money

I'm the perfect example of how to hit the ground runnin'
From the trap to busting up how the underground stuntin'
So you still see me down at the underground stuntin'
I'ma West side Bank head nigga it ain't nothing

I got that get it, get it, I got that get it what you need
From soft parts to trees you can get it what you need
Get it, get it, I got that get it when you need
From dope boyz and bitches who love dat RD

Come and get it aye, 'cause I got it bitch
Come and get you know I got it bitch
Come and get it aye, 'cause I got it bitch
Come and get you know I got it bitch

I was raised off Easy, â~Cube, Ice T, 8Ball, MJG
â~Face, Pimp C, I'ma G best believe me
Try me when you see me and niggas start busting
Like they start busting pushups push a

Button shot calling, niggas not balling
Just doing a lotta loud mouthing and hot dogging
I got the shit locked from Atlanta to New Orleans
Virginia, Mississippi, Kentucky, I run all dat

You niggas better fall back, fo grab a ball bat
Ans take it to ya skull, dats gone be the end of all dat
Insist on having problems, bet dis revolver will solve dat
Hit 'em in the temple then I leave 'em where they fall at

I got that get it, get it, I got that get it what you need
From soft parts to trees you can get it what you need
Get it, get it, I got that get it when you need
From dope boyz and bitches who love dat RD

Come and get it aye, 'cause I got it bitch
Come and get you know I got it bitch
Come and get it aye, 'cause I got it bitch
Come and get you know I got it bitch


22.Countdown

Lyricist：Lavell Crump, Clifford Harris

Five, four, three, two, one, you done when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, you done when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you done when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, you done when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you done when I see you

What it is the king back in the buildin'
Still stackin' and building, still rappin' to children
Jeopardizin' ya deals, ballin' buyin' ya wheels
Like it's back when we was lil' and it's still time to kill

Quick displayin' ya skills, way underpayin' ya bills
Spend a day in the field so how you sayin' you real
Niggaz could never live how I live, you ain't deservin'
My lifestyle's urban, never met me in person

Just my bread suburban, in a red suburban
On 24's, 20 hoes givin' head, I'm swervin'
Fuck boys piss they pants, scared and nervous
I'm shell-shocked, black out like I been in the service

Clean cut and reserved, but I tote George Garvin
The closest thang you hoes seen to picture perfect
Your rose gold king, my ring tight as a virgin cop
Your dream I stopped fo I seen the top, nigga

Five, four, three, two, one, you done when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you done when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, you done when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you done when I see you

I treat the beats like the streets, on 'em, I do what I want to
I ain't gotta confront you, I'll kill you if I want to
Roam amongst monsters, kill homes and front you
That lil' nigga swearin' he bad, eat him for lunch too

Fuck you niggaz, Dominique slam dunk you niggaz
Sucker punch aan one of you niggaz
I was bein' nice at first now I'm runnin' through niggaz
Whole crews, not just one or two niggaz

'Cuz you ain't representin' the south, you just embarassin'
See you on TV in New York, them niggaz laugh at us
The reason why DJ's didn't have a clue I was fabulous
Now a days, not playin' my records well, hell it's hazardous

All this cussin', fussin', loud discussion's out of my character
Bustin' these niggaz melons and threatnin' all of they managers
P S C is Atlanta, so how you playin' and handlin'
Gorillaz wit bananaz, without playin' and banishin'

King of the south, it was said once then
Took a while to comprehend, now it all sunk in
On the low, deal a mil, I ain't done, come again
Room dead, scene fled, fo the fedz runnin' in pimp

Five, four, three, two, one, you done when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you done when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, you done when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you done when I see you

Comin' live from the terror dome
Shinin' lights on niggaz who got they skirts on tight wit
mascara on
All I have ever known, is 28 in the zone
Give me a day and it's gone, a brick of yay and it's on

You have never known, me to run less I'm gunnin' at niggaz domes
And runnin' 'em out the own territory
Every story got a flip side to it
And ya disc ain't shit less the click ride to it

And I'm gonna show you how the Westside do it
In the A, not Cali, Bankhead, Simpson Valley
Every crack in every alley, sellin' crack to every Tom, Dick,
and Harry
Every Kim, Sue, and Sally, till I tally up

A big enough knot to buy me a yacht
So then my pistols and my patnaz really all that I got
I'm not, playin' at all, I'm sprayin' 'em all
Still drop 'em down to size if they say that I'm small man

Pussy cats can't worry ya dawg
Throwin' stones at the throne, I'm a bury ya all man
Know ya faggot niggaz hate that I'm ballin'
Makin' 30k a day and blow it all at the mall

And man I can't relate to what you rap on stage
Nigga 'cuz I been sellin' yay since I was bow wow's age nigga
Hear my daddy and cousin talkin' to me from the grave
And all they sayin' is young nigga get paid

Five, four, three, two, one, you done when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you done when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, you done when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you done when I see you

Five, four, three, two, one, you done when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you done when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, you done when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you done when I see you


23.Bounce Like This

Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Nicholaus Loftin

Chinchilla to the floor, Cigarillo full of dro
White Benz double doors, I could change colors though
Blue Ferrari, red Bent, black truck on 24's
Several Chevrolet's on 20 inches maybe more

Used to wish for better days, now I'm wishin' never more
I could go buy anything, stick my dick in every hoe
Grand Hustle on everything, P$C in every store
Sellin' everything from rubber bands to leather coats

Swear to God I never change, jealous niggaz never know
T.I.P. ain't never been a lame, jigalow since '84
Blessed with astonishing ability to pull a hoe
Fuck her so, good make her think this dick was full of Moe

Pussy so, good but I love it when she suck it slow
(Oh)
Her motto, you don't swallow what you suckin' for
(Oh)
My motto you ain't ballin' what you hustle for
The VVS's let off such a glow to let these bustas know

Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce
Let me see you bounce like this
Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce
Tell that bitch to bounce like this

Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce
All my nigga bounce like this
Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this
Just bend it over and make it bounce like this

I give you 30 seconds show me what you got, could you？
Bend it over for me drop it like it's hot, could you？
Wiggle your titties a little lift your top get you to
Bust it open show your panties and your ass for me

Actually I was thinking you, Kim and Daphine
In the back with me, lickin' on the bottom half of me
Answer me first know that sayin' no is blaspheme
Me, I'm pussy pumper, number one you can ask for me

I knew how you danced for me that you had plans for me
Save the conversation get your partner out them pants for me
Damn honey, you'd be a fool if you ran from me
You ain't fuckin' wit another dummy I'm the man honey

I'm tryin' to give it to you 'till it make you stand funny
(Oh)
Throw that pussy right and maybe you can get a grand from me
(Oh, ha)
Picture pimpin' givin' you some damn money
Not a one thin dime but your ass is fine

Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce
Let me see you bounce like this
Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce
Tell that bitch to bounce like this

Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce
All my nigga bounce like this
Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this
Just bend it over and make it bounce like this

Now shawty bounce with me, bounce with me
Let me see you, see you bounce with me, bounce with me
Now shawty bounce with me, bounce with me
Let me see you, let me bounce with me, bounce with me

Hey shawty, stall if you want to, I ball when I want to
Could fall through and shut down the mall if I want to
I could make your girlfriend choose but I want you
Why you bother me with what you will and you won't do？

Listen shawty, I'm a grown man and you grown too
You can leave with me, I ain't gotta telephone you
All I'm thinking 'bout is me layin' on you
Or vice versa with a lot of ass to hold on to

I got somethin' for that ass to bounce onto
You missin' the chance of a lifetime, why don't you？
Hop off in the drop top, ride through the city lights
Take you where I kick it, let you see what pimpin' living like

Pop one of these then we'll see what you feeling like
Takin' off your clothes, wanna know what it's drilling like
Presidential suite at the very end of the night
Treat you like a freak and give you what was missing in your
life

Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce
Let me see you bounce like this
Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce
Tell that bitch to bounce like this

Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce
All my nigga bounce like this
Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this
Just bend it over and make it bounce like this

Now shawty bounce with me, bounce with me
Let me see you, see you bounce with me, bounce with me
Now shawty bounce with me, bounce with me
Let me see you let me bounce with me, bounce with me


24.Bezzle

Lyricist：Aldrin Davis, Bernard Freeman, Marlon J. Pka Mj Goodwin,
Clifford Harris, Premro Vonzellaire Smith

Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Like the bezzle in my watch, like the bezzle in my watch

Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Like the bezzle in my watch, like the bezzle in my watch

Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Like the bezzle in my watch, like the bezzle in my watch

I came up bumpin' Eazy-E, Cube and Dre
(Scarface, Outkast what's happenin' niggaz)
Eightball MJG, UGK they raised me like Santa raised cee
I always made the money, money never made me

Break me what this bitch you crazy
You seen with the freaks don't think she never paid me
Pimpin' get a bitch, break a bitch, hit a bitch, shake a bitch
Spit game till I make this shit turn these tricks and get me
rich

Lick his ass suck my dick bring me back my niggaz quick
Who you think you fuckin' with？ I'm serious about this pimpin'
shit
All the niggaz I kick it with lookin' for a richer bitch
Get this bitch to take this trick for pounds of weed bricks and
shit

Broke bitch you get your shit before I get another bitch
Who could fix your shit, my pimp strong I ain't with your shit
You goin' to make me split your shit
Two things I ain't seen is this you a phony bitch I can't get
Eyes on the ride yeah, right shut the fuck

Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Like the bezzle in my watch, like the bezzle in my watch

Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Like the bezzle in my watch just like the bezzle in my watch

Whole mack load it up hard as fine blow it up
MJG I know you hoes and been exposed enough
I cross a tree over bag, a bitch in a toaster oven
Slam dunk in pimpin' and her sister if she close enough

Look over here open up the door and let it cook in here
Grab the mic and weak niggaz tuck there tail and look in fear
As I bust around with no shells from inside in myself
Lyrics like a counseled weapon sendin' you bitches straight to
hell

Burnin' up just like in Waco Texas, heatin' up your necklace
Scorchin' up your afro the devil comin' at your
Ass any hard one for niggaz who really want it
MJ fuckin' G with pussy and titties on it

Them bitches love it when they see pimpin' come up in it
24 inches under somethin smokin' tinted
Hustle hard for keep it 'cause I love to spend it
Pimpin' love is when your style is when you love to hit it

Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Like the bezzle in my watch, like the bezzle in my watch

Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Like the bezzle in my watch, just like the bezzle in my watch

I came a long way from a posta, posta
Till I kosta nostra kept the toaster closer
Than I'm supposed to well I poast ya 'procha
Ride like a roller coaster, pistol whip you hold ya throat
Then choke you like a croacha, croacha rocha
Pull out a light and smoke you, damn

Pull my coat off I blessed man just stressed man
Just still elementary just a glance couldn't learn
It is hurtin' my chances, pack pistols just to blast it
I blast it just to prove it
I put it to second guessers, mother fuckers get a movin'

I born into hustlin' I grew up tustlin'
Gave my muscle in and got into meetin' my frail but hell I put
my trust in
My left and right hand grindin' threw the night
And I keep my family right and see some paper like a white man

Ballin' in the night and we holdin' in the light and sippin' on
worthless
Sprite and you can call it what you like
I call what the fuck I feel play the courts that fuckin' peel
But we ain't sleepin' till they free the pimp and that's the
fuckin' drill

Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Like the bezzle in my watch, like the bezzle in my watch

Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Like the bezzle in my watch, just like the bezzle in my watch

Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Like the bezzle in my watch, like the bezzle in my watch

Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Like the bezzle in my watch, like the bezzle in my watch


25.Asap (Remix Feat. P$c)

Asap, asap, asap
Asap, asap, asap
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, you niggaz better exit
Asap, asap, asap, asap
Ay-s, ay-p, ay-s, ay-p
Asap, asap, asap, asap
Ay-s, ay-p, ay-s, ay-p
Asap, asap, asap, asap
A-s-a-p, A-S-A-P

I'm on my grind, grand hustle
Got the mind and the muscle
50 carrats in the crown just to shine on you suckas
I still tote the Glock 40 for the haters and the bustas
Fuck probation, if a nigga try to play me I'ma bust him
Ion't need no security, reaching for my jewlery
Get you niggaz popped quick, filled full of hot shit
Fresh out the box Tip hot than a drop 6
Made a quarter mil' in the penn givin' stock tips
Haters wanna stop Tip, mad 'cus they not Tip
Ball every summer so your baby mama jock Tip
You don't no drama pimp, I promise I do not slip
Chrome 4-5th, hid well if the cops trip
Bought my girl a Hummer with the chrome right in front of dat
5 carrat stones with the platinum all up under dat
Rap beef I ain't gonna participate in none of dat
I'm aimin' at your fitted cap and you ain't gonna want none of
dat

(Asap asap asap...)
A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P
Ask anbody who runnin' a G, bet they finna say me A-S-A-P
Niggaz hatin' on P.S.C. get straightened A-S-A-P
A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P

Cetch a cine, nigga grind
Cetch a cine, bitches time
Some bring the money back, like hoes in sack
Some niggaz don't know how act, fuck them hoes up in the back
White girl bought me everything
Even my every bling
All the hoodz bring long string
They call me the proper g
Proboley
Call me hoes don't see
I'm a pimp on street

(Asap asap asap...)
A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P
Ask anbody who runnin' a G, bet they finna say me A-S-A-P
Niggaz hatin' on P.S.C. get straightened A-S-A-P
A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P

I'm Brindgin ＆ bringing the money with my honey
Tryin to know some joes
Tryin to pimp some hoes
I stay on the low
My password the rope
I need it in my life, i'm tryin to come across some Dope
Hoes, hoes, dope, dope

(Asap asap asap...)
A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P
Ask anbody who runnin' a G, bet they finna say me A-S-A-P
Niggaz hatin' on P.S.C. get straightened A-S-A-P
A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P

I know demm girls with they niggaz as boyfriends
Boy, ends
Coy, dens
Shit, shins
Whip them, lil kim
In the gyme
Shit is in the rack
Shit is in the back
Let's go (Hoe's)

(Asap asap asap...)
A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P
Ask anbody who runnin' a G, bet they finna say me A-S-A-P
Niggaz hatin' on P.S.C. get straightened A-S-A-P
A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P

I need them bitches
Run in the mothafuckin ditches
Run it, run it, gun it, gun it
Shit, Suck with soft dicks let's shit

(Asap asap asap...)
A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P
Ask anbody who runnin' a G, bet they finna say me A-S-A-P
Niggaz hatin' on P.S.C. get straightened A-S-A-P
A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P

Asap, asap, asap
Asap, asap, asap
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, you niggaz better exit
Asap, asap, asap, asap
Ay-s, ay-p, ay-s, ay-p
Asap, asap, asap, asap
Ay-s, ay-p, ay-s, ay-p
Asap, asap, asap, asap
A-s-a-p, A-S-A-P


26.What Happened？

Lyricist：Aldrin Davis, Clifford Harris, James A. Hollins, Kawn K.
Prather

Dez niggas robbing me, pray to God is nothing but a robbery
I gave them all I had, so they'll pull they lick off flawlessly
They yelling fussing, cussing but all I hear is Heaven calling
Me next thing, I know they busting, they left me seven
And they all in me on fallen knees, help me, please, death is
all I see

If I die memory of a fallin' G is all I'll be
Never thought I'll be lying in a poodle of blood trying to
breath
I don't want to die but something is telling me
It's time to leave say my apologizes, make my final peace with
God

Seen my whole life flash before my eyes
And now it's getting dark, body temp done dropped
Going in shock crying out of fear closed my eyes
Took my last breath and I'm out here

In my life I smoked a lot of weed, drunk a lot beer sold a lot
of keys
But that shit don't even matter here
Somebody said walk toward the light but I ain't not ready to go
Am I dead？ Is it over？ You ain't ready to know

Well, now I moving toward the light and I ain't walking or
nothing
I ain't like the shit, well hell, I guess ain't use for me to
try to fight
The shit what the business is you God, I been waiting to meet
you
And I knew after hearing bout y'all my life that one day I would
see you

But why you let dem niggas kill me
You could have done something, why you ain't come down there
And shield me when them niggas started busin'？
Then he said, excuseth me but I controleth no hatin'

And it cometh not from me, well, who it coming from？ Satan
Oh, Satan did this, excuse me, Lord but that there niggas on my
shit list
I know with all this fly shit you got a A K
Or a pistol grip give me a click of angels and some bullet proof
wing

Lufica finna get pistol whipped alive or dead I ain't scared
Who he think he is fucking with Tip
I got a A K two 45's 'bout 50 clip, I'm fixto dip
I ain't borrow shit, I'm fixto trip, put a piston grip and loose
thy lip

And then he say two wrong doing maketh it not a right one a last
Well, forgiveth me 'cause I'm 'bout to ride out on Luficas ass
And all I need You to do is give me
The strength and Lord, You know I'ma need You

With the shit, I'm fixto attempt
I'm fix to bust Hell wide open, fear don't control me
And I'm O.G. Hell, can't hold me

Now, 'Pac and Biggie want ride too
I guess that's cool sense that muthafucker
The reason y'all niggas had to die too
My nigga Bankhead would be alive too, shawty let ride

It's 4serious up here dough 'cause we don't ride we glade
Now, I'm strapped and ready folks but I can't steam to do a
thing
With these wings, how I'm supposed to keep them steady, folks？
With a chopper on back of two 44's shawty no, A the pain we
fixto bring

I don't think he even ready, for when it's on, you already know
Farewell bruh, mamma always told me
I was bad enough to tear hell up
I'm doing this for what you made of

From that time you made the bitch eat the apple
To the time you sent your folks
To put us on the boat and enslave us
Worked us and never paid us

Killed Malcolm X, Martin Luther King
And everybody else tried to come down here and save us
Kept our fathers from raising us, kidnapped us from our country
Took our tradition and our religion away from us

Well, now it's time for the K to bust
We want our spirits and our minds back now
I'm getting mines right now, pussy nigga, lay it down, I'm
walkin'
Thought Hell, kicking the Devil's doors down
Spraying rounds waving the K round, Well, I woke up
I was lying down, shawty, what happened？


27.Dope Boys

Lyricist：Aldrin Davis, Clifford Joseph Harris

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


28.I'm Talkin' To You

Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Justin Smith

I'm talkin' to you, sucker nigga, you can stunt all you wanna
stunt
I know you won't bust a gun, yeah punk, I'm talkin' to you
Fuck nigga, you can hate all you wanna hate
I know you a fake, make no mistake, bitch, I'm talkin' to you

You so lame, you a shame to the game, kid
Ain't gotta say it, you know what your name is, I'm talkin' to
you
I'm the truth, we can shoot it out whenever you wanna
â~Cause it's whatever you wanna do, fuck boy, I'm talkin' to
you

Ay, I'm the best you ever heard about, fresher than you heard
about
Yeah, I'm strapped, now pussy nigga, this ain't just word of
mouth
For niggaz wit dirty mouths, I got a lotta clean pistols to wash
'em out
I'm really finna give your ass some hotter shit to talk about

The goons hit the room and now you askin' what's this all about？
â~For you know it, your noggins split and your bottom teeth is
fallin' out
Got a problem with patna, I see him in the city and call him out
It wasn't for the chopper, ain't shit, I'm gettin' all of mine

Pop 'em, drop 'em, call the plan a wake, he out forever more
I give it to you straight, nigga, I don't need a metaphor
How many different ways is it to say I'm getting cheddar more？
A nigga twice as old, way more popular, need to set at all

I just say it to my pops, maybe he could tell you better, boy
Patient in the afterlife, I'll waste you in the afterlife
Even after my life, haters be after my life â~cause I'ma do in
'06
What took 'em half of they life, man, I'm talkin' to you

Sucker nigga, you can stunt all you wanna stunt
I know you won't bust a gun, yeah punk, I'm talkin' to you
Fuck nigga, you can hate all you wanna hate
I know you a fake, make no mistake, bitch, I'm talkin' to you

You so lame, you a shame to the game, kid
Ain't gotta say it, you know what your name is, I'm talkin' to
you
I'm the truth, we can shoot it out whenever you wanna
â~Cause it's whatever you wanna do, fuck boy, I'm talkin' to
you

I ain't talkin' to Jeezy â~cause that's my brother
Ain't talkin' to Face â~cause that's my father
Ain't talkin' to Bun â~cause that's my uncle
Ain't talkin' to Kast â~cause them my patnas

Ain't talkin' to Jigga â~cause that's my nigga, the real
president Carter
Gave me Diplomatic Immunity, you and me, why bother？
Man, all I gotta do is go buy a nigga a charger
And he only come in to offer, he don't even wanna rob you

You fucked up and started shit with some real shit starter
You done fought with a chopper, holla what it is, patna
You better keep it proper, you know what it is, patna
This some light work, ain't even gotta call a doc for

Mobsta, had the old Phantom now the drop, son
3rd the king of Dloverland but Slim Thug is the boss, son
Paul Wall made me the hardest grill I done bought for
For a 100 K, a 100 carat, Paul don't wanna talk, brah

Nigga wouldn't buck, won't dare, you just talk tough
Don't try to run from me now, what your thought, brah？
I'm talkin' to you

Sucker nigga, you can stunt all you wanna stunt
I know you won't bust a gun, yeah punk, I'm talkin' to you
Fuck nigga, you can hate all you wanna hate
I know you a fake, make no mistake, bitch, I'm talkin' to you

You so lame, you a shame to the game, kid
Ain't gotta say it, you know what your name is, I'm talkin' to
you
I'm the truth, we can shoot it out whenever you wanna
â~Cause it's whatever you wanna do, fuck boy, I'm talkin' to
you

I ain't talkin' to Buck â~cause he a real nigga
Ain't talkin' to Pimp â~cause he a trill nigga
Ain't talkin' to BG â~cause he like me
With old cases and will kill niggaz

I know you wanna be just like me
Since you got your new record deal, nigga
But I don't give a fuck if you like me
No second diss, you not trill, nigga

You in your video wearin' white T
That don't make you no dope dealer, nigga
But I ain't talkin' â~bout no Bankhead
Carver Homes, no Adamsville, nigga

You dealin' wit a lil' gorilla, nigga
10 mill' later and I'm still the nigga
Killer Mike, Young Bloodz, David Banner
Bonecrusher, they remember when y'all ain't feel a nigga

Had it out with Chris but he still my nigga
Sat down, civilized, talked about it like niggaz
So I ain't never been served, get your facts right, nigga
For this 40 cal make your ass act right, nigga

You comin' against the king, get your stats right, nigga
Wanna talk about nigga, wanna be a hot nigga
Gonna be a shot nigga, yeah, I said it
What, nigga？ Fuck nigga like Lilâ~ Jon, I don't give a fuck

I give a goddamn if I never sell another milla
I take my ass right back to Sillahillabilla
Compound, come down, everyday sell yay
Just like the old days, stack another mill' up

Niggaz ain't ready for the dust that we kick up
They go talk shit, forget they get hit up
You better be bout that shit you kick
Like Dipset bitch, you trynna get wet up

I don't politic, don't even speak, see I don't kiss up
Gotta be Styles and Sheek, Jadakiss us
Diss us, that's goin' piss us off
See I love it when the government pick niggaz off

If you don't hang in the air by the name a Swizz Beats
Told Mannie Fresh, he's the Skateboard P
Clay J-G and Just Blaze takin', basically I'm talkin' to you

Sucker nigga, you can stunt all you wanna stunt
I know you won't bust a gun, yeah punk, I'm talkin' to you
Fuck nigga, you can hate all you wanna hate
I know you a fake, make no mistake, bitch, I'm talkin' to you

You so lame, you a shame to the game, kid
Ain't gotta say it, you know what your name is, I'm talkin' to
you
I'm the truth, we can shoot it out whenever you wanna
â~Cause it's whatever you wanna do, fuck boy, I'm talkin' to
you


29.What You Know (Clean)

Lyricist：Gabriel Arillo, Aldrin Davis, Clifford Harris, Donny
Hathaway, Leroy Hutson, Curtis Mayfield, Billy Roberts

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
What you know about that？
What you know about that？
What you know about that？

Aye, don't you know I got
By the three？ When I chirp
Shawty chirp back, Louis napsack
Where I holdin' all tha work at

What you know about that？
What you know about that？
What you know about that？
Hey I know all about that

Loaded ay, oh on the low
Where the cheese at？
Fresh off the jet to the â~jects
Where the G's at？

What you know about that？
What you know about that？
Hey what you know about that？
Hey I know all about that

See me in ya city sittin' pretty
Know I'm shining dawg
Ridin' wid a couple Latin broads
And a China doll

And you know how we ball
Ridin' in shiny cars
Walk in designer malls
Buy everything we saw

You know about me dogg
Don't talk about me dogg
And if you doubt me dogg
You better out me dogg

I'm throwed off slightly bro
Don't wanna fight me bro
I'm fast as lightning bro
Ya better use ya Nike's bro

Know you don't like me â~cause
Yo b＊＊＊＊ most likely does
She see me on them dubs
In front of every club

I be on I'm buzzed
Gave every a hug
Don't show me mugs
'Cause you don't know me cuz

Aye, don't you know I got
By the three？ When I chirp
Shawty chirp back, Louis napsack
Where I holdin' all tha work at

What you know about that？
What you know about that？
What you know about that？
Hey I know all about that

Loaded ay, oh on the low
Where the cheese at？
Fresh off the jet to the â~jects
Where the G's at？

What you know about that？
What you know about that？
Hey what you know about that？
Hey I know all about that

Candy on the '64
Leather guts and fishbowl
50 on the pinky ring
Just to make my fist glow

Ya get low
Because I get dough
So what？ I'm rich
I still would pull a kick-do'

What you talking sh＊＊ fo'？
And gotta run and hit fo'？
Got you a yellin', I thought
You pulled out a what and hit fo'

But you's a scary dude
Believed by very few
Just keep it very cool
Or we will bury you

See all that attitude's
Unnecessary dude
You never carry
Not even square, he cube

You got these people fooled
Who see you on the tube
Whatever try the crew
They'll see you on the news

Aye, don't you know I got
By the three？ When I chirp
Shawty chirp back, Louis napsack
Where I holdin' all tha work at

What you know about that？
What you know about that？
What you know about that？
Hey I know all about that

Loaded ay, oh on the low
Where the cheese at？
Fresh off the jet to the â~jects
Where the G's at？

What you know about that？
What you know about that？
Hey what you know about that？
Hey I know all about that

Fresh off the jet to the block
Burn a rubber with the top pop
I'll pop and bust a bust a and tell â~em stop
And make the block hot

Ya label got got
Cuz you are not hot
I got the top spot
And it will not stop

A video or not
That will bust it to the oh stop
Drag ya out that Bentley coupe
And take it to the chop shop

Partner, we not ya'll
If it may pop off
I'll answer the question
â½Will I get ya block knocked off？â

And what it is bro
Look I will kill bro
I'm in your hood
If you a gangsta what you hid for？

Somebody better get bro
For he get sent for
You say you wanna squash it
What you still talkin' shit for？

Aye, don't you know I got
By the three？ When I chirp
Shawty chirp back, Louis napsack
Where I holdin' all tha work at

What you know about that？
What you know about that？
What you know about that？
Hey I know all about that

Loaded ay, oh on the low
Where the cheese at？
Fresh off the jet to the â~jects
Where the G's at？

What you know about that？
What you know about that？
Hey what you know about that？
Hey I know all about that


30.Chillin' With My Bitch

Lyricist：Phalon Alexander, Clifford Harris, Scott Storch

Dig pimp, I'ma holla at y'all in a minute
I'm finna go change clothes, mayne
Go get real spiffy, mayne
Go kick it with my broad, I'ma holla at ya later

I left the kids at the crib and the squad in the trap
Now I'm in the two seater with my broad in my lap
The alpines beatin', but I'm far away from rappin'
Bumpin' Prince, Sade, or some Marvin Gaye perhaps

I put up my blues, put on some tailor-made slacks
Some wing tip shoes, whachu know about that？
Button down, cufflinks, hair cut, no hat
Just felt like gettin' clean and show I know how to act

At Neiman and Marcus, let my girl blow three or four stacks
Gotta forever to cut the food and damn I'm relaxed
In a real cool mood, no beef, no gats
But there real close by, niggaz better know that

I ain't hangin' with my niggaz, pullin' no triggaz
I'll be back to the trap, but for now
I'm chillin' with my bitch today
I'm chillin' with my bitch today

I ain't hangin' with my partners, I'm out eatin' lobster
I'm on some grown man shit, ya dig
I'm chillin' with my bitch today
I'm chillin' with my bitch today

This shit look hard, no drama from none of my baby mama's
With my hottie, takin' shots of Saki at Benihana's
Known to kick it like we riches, like Guy Ritchie and Madonna
Or either Will and Jada, on vacation for the summer

Me and my lil' mama, blowin' big as we wanna
Gotta big sack of some of that shit from California
A bottle of Patron and a six pack of Corona
Dro aroma got the six hot and steamin' like a sauna

So I let the top back and I bend anotha corner
Check into the W, so I can put it on her
Got the suite for a week but we can stay a lil' longer
I ain't trippin', that's the shit that make relationships
stronger

I ain't hangin' with my niggaz, pullin' no triggaz
I'll be back to the trap, but for now
I'm chillin' with my bitch today
I'm chillin' with my bitch today

I ain't hangin' with my partners, I'm out eatin' lobster
I'm on some grown man shit, ya dig
I'm chillin' with my bitch today
I'm chillin' with my bitch today

Tonight I'm gon chill with my lady friend
She the type to keep a nigga open
I'm chillin' with my bitch today

I left the stress in the streets and I'm a long way from home
Put up the vest and the chrome, even threw away with my phone
My partners don't wanna be on the shit that I'm on mayne
Livin' life and kickin' it like a grown man

Sittin' in the sand, drinkin' pina coladas
With a double shot of rum, just chillin' right by the water
No judges, no lawyers, in a whole 'nother world
Just a bottle and this O a dro, blowin' with my girl

I ain't hangin' with my niggaz, pullin' no triggaz
I'll be back to the trap, but for now
I'm chillin' with my bitch today
I'm chillin' with my bitch today

I ain't hangin' with my partners, I'm out eatin' lobster
I'm on some grown man shit, ya dig
I'm chillin' with my bitch today
I'm chillin' with my bitch today

Tonight I'm gon chill with my lady friend
She the type to keep a nigga open
I'm chillin' with my bitch today


31.T.I. Vs. T.I.P.

Lyricist：Clifford Harris

I wanna talk to you shawty, why？ 'Cause you be trippin'
sometimes
Man I'm just tryin' stay true to what I say in my rhymes
It ain't a doubt in my mind, but you got a lot on the line
You need to think 'bout yo' actions, you be overreactin', Man

Look at Cap and K.T. listen to K.P.
(What about 'em？ Where the fuck this shit come from？)
Or to a J.G. to your mama or D.P
Or somebody shawty shit you be makin' me sick
(Nigga fuck you!)

You'd be a motherfuckin' fool if you blow this lick
(Alright, alright)
This the chance of a lifetime, you know this shit
Remember what Jarmel told us stay focused Tip
(I remember nigga, man but they be tryin' me shawty)

Niggaz be tryin' you how？ Ay let them tell it
You was just another guy in the crowd
(Naw, but they be talkin' too loud)
No, man you be listenin' too hard
Just pay these niggaz no attention and keep fuckin' they broads
(Alright)

I know you harder than these niggaz and smarter than these
niggaz
More heart than these niggaz, quit worryin' 'bout these niggaz

Ay man fuck these niggaz I'm from Bankhead
And I don't know where you stayed at
But talkin' sideways behind my back, I never played that
Since you become a payed cat T.I. you been so layed back
I wonder where lil' bad ass Tip from back in the day at

Man that nigga had to stay back there so we could be that
Nigga on TV and FYI we got the P back
Hold up shawty freeze Jack, lame I'll never be that
Changed my name a thousand times and still a G believe that

Oh, yeah good we go Ki's, that nigga from overseas back
You see what I be sayin' 'bout this nigga What man？ Shit
I don't believe that you ain't listenin' is ya？
You got issues I got kids, 2 boys a lil' girl
(Ay I know nigga they my kids too)

You know it's one false move and it's back to the big house
The judge told our ass one more time and we ain't gettin' out
(I wouldn't say that)
Be thinkin' 'bout standin' outside in the sunshine
Watchin' nigga's heads get buck for cuttin' the lunchline

Ay shawty you ain't 'posed to make
The same mistake more than one time
And I ain't made the same mistake twice since uh '99
Please, boy stop don't get me started folk it's not the time
And let's just do this shit my way get paid and have a lot of
time

Plenty fine bitches, who gon' pull shawty you is？
Man you know Tip got the hoes and Tip hoes got gold teeth
(What that mean？ What you tryna say nigga？)
Mine got jobs, good credit and they own features
And mine boost clothes, sell 'dro, got the blow cheap

I guess it's just depend on what ya like folk, that's right folk
And I was just kiddin' 'bout them kites folk, heh, alright folk
I'm really glad we had a chance to sit it down and rap a tad
I admit you had a couple points, sometimes I act a ass

Ay but it is so important to keep it real though just like ya
said
No record deal, no amount of mil' shall go to my head
And with that said can't nobody tell us shit, so fuck the hatin'
How many niggaz real enough to stand and give theyself a
straightenin'？


32.Why U Mad At Me (Explicit Album Version)

Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Isaac Lee Hayes

I got a question fo you hatin' ass niggaz out there
Why you mad at me
Oh, lame ass nigga why you mad at me
Sucka ass nigga why you mad at me

Remember late nights earn stripes servin' straight white
Talk shit slap box clear into the day light
Might fuss may fight but stay tight
Keep what the 'J' need for the lighter hit the base pipe

If the trap was the ocean or the sea
You could consider me and them the killa whales and great whites
Befo a nigga tried to click it make them think twice
'Cause they knew Cap would kill a nigga fo blink twice

Day right I'm recitein' my life
Nigga I was there no matter what through sirens on a silent
night
Cold Sundays, slow Mondays, hot Friday nights
Tuesday, Thursdays servin' whether or not they ride tonight
On peaceful days hostful evenings even violent nights

Chip on my shoulder hold a grudge 'cause you can die tonight
I swear you niggaz had no idea what my life was like
Befo the bright lights and a half a mil just to grab the mic

Is it 'cause I came from the bottom to the top？
(Why you mad at me)
Maybe 'cause I spent a hundred on a drop
(Why you mad at me)

Is it 'cause I kept it pimpin' and stayed down？
(Why you mad at me)
Or is it 'cause I am the A town
(That's why you mad at me)

Is 'cause you a lame and I'm a G？
(Why you mad at me)
Is it 'cause I got love in the streets？
(Why you mad at me)

Is 'cause you know yo time runnin' out？
(That's why you mad at me)
Is it 'cause you know I'm king of the south
(Ay, ya, that's why you mad at me)

Niggaz mad 'cause I got it like this
Gold on my wrist hoe's on my dick, my dick
But I could give a fuck about this industry
I'm a be the same tip 'til the end of me

That's something you know automatically if you a friend of me
Question that will think other wise now you offend me
I came in this game not looking for a friend or enemy
Found them both now that niggaz in to me

Got little rap niggaz liking into me
Major labels and police want to censor me
Feds on my ass 'cause I'm in the streets
Think I still slang listen to lame niggaz who lie to snitch on
me

It ain't my fault that you can't picture me
Ridin' in a phantom and I swear I never fathom
All the fame that a nigga can gain from Atlanta
Now I'm just tryin' to maintain for Atlanta

Befo niggaz would say in Atlanta
I was rhode park doug high stayed in Atlanta
Now true enough I sold yay in Atlanta
But is that compared to contributions I made to Atlanta

Is it 'cause I came from the bottom to the top？
(Why you mad at me)
Maybe 'cause I spent a hundred on a drop
(Why you mad at me)

Is it 'cause I kept it pimpin' and stayed down？
(Why you mad at me)
Or is it 'cause I am the A town
(That's why you mad at me)

Is 'cause you a lame and I'm a G？
(Why you mad at me)
Is it 'cause I got love in the streets？
(Why you mad at me)

Is 'cause you know yo time runnin' out？
(That's why you mad at me)
Is it 'cause you know I'm king of the south
(Ay, ya, that's why you mad at me)

A pick a reason any reason all excuses would do
But man you lucky I ain't buckin' like I used to do fool
While you was throwin' one's and two's
I was liftin' up tools and then
Shoot at his shoes just to see if he move

Or either bust at his head to check if he dead man
Don't talk around 'cause I heard he the fed's man
They offer him time and they knowin' he scared and tell him
Give me they names or you doin' the stretch man

Or wear a wire go record what he said
And then you can tell his lawyer that his clients a dead man
A rat I'm smellin' blow I ain't sellin'
Where you got that impressin' ain't no tellin'

Yes, I'm a felon why was that in question
What about all these records I'm sellin'
I'm bank head born and bank head bread
And when a nigga die I'm gone be bank head dead

Is it 'cause I came from the bottom to the top？
(Why you mad at me)
Maybe 'cause I spent a hundred on a drop
(Why you mad at me)

Is it 'cause I kept it pimpin' and stayed down？
(Why you mad at me)
Or is it 'cause I am the A town
(That's why you mad at me)

Is 'cause you a lame and I'm a G？
(Why you mad at me)
Is it 'cause I got love in the streets？
(Why you mad at me)

Is 'cause you know yo time runnin' out？
(That's why you mad at me)
Is it 'cause you know I'm king of the south
(Ay, ya, that's why you mad at me)


33.Da Dopeman

Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Byron Thomas

Look at this little nigga, man
Ay T.I. is that really you man？
Yeah shawty, what's happenin'？
Ay man can you give me a ride home, man？

Man, it's 2：30 in the muthafuckin' mornin'
What the fuck you doin' out here？
Out here trappin' tryna get rid of this bomb and purp, man
Man you can come with me on one condition

What's that bro？ Let me convince you
To put that bomb down, I knew it T.I., what？
You wasn't really on that dope boy shit
I tell you what shawty, get in man

I'll show you how to tote that tool, make that double
Better be cool, you don't want no trouble
Keep it leanin' to the left my gat, stay cocked
I'm always super clean when you see me on the block

Keep my money in a knot with a rubber band on it
Blow to marijuana, know I got it if you want it
See me standin' on the corner, slangin' that crack
You know how it is to be the man in trap

I'm da dopeman, nigga, da dopeman, nigga
The dope, the dope, dope, da dopeman, nigga
I'm da dopeman, nigga, da dopeman, nigga
The dope, da dopeman, da dopeman, nigga

I'm da dopeman, nigga, da dopeman, nigga
The dope, the dope, dope, da dopeman, nigga
I'm da dopeman, nigga, da dopeman, nigga
(From a Ki' to a G, it's all about money)

Look, bet all you see is tats, money, grills, and chains
But if you scratch the surface you can feel the pain
Names change but the situation still the same
The bills need payin', nigga, simple and plain

Take a youngin' who's aspirin' to get him some change
Won't nobody hire him so he get in the game
Went and bought a 50 slab, divide it up into ten
Sold 'em all, double down, did it again

By then you got enough to buy a quarter ounce
You sellin' dimes to forty fiends buy it and bounce
Throw some money to your momma keep some food in the house
Cop the outfit and the Jordan's on the day they came out

Betta get ya self a pistol know the jackers is out
Flip another seven grams, oh you hustlin' now
Time to get yourself a half, make sure it's some glass
A hundred bags sell it fast stack a G now you officially

Da dopeman, nigga, da dopeman, nigga
The dope, the dope, dope, da dopeman, nigga
I'm da dopeman, nigga, da dopeman, nigga
The dope, da dopeman, da dopeman, nigga

I'm da dopeman, nigga, da dopeman, nigga
The dope, the dope, dope, da dopeman, nigga
I'm da dopeman, nigga, da dopeman, nigga
(I betcha think you pretty good at it now, huh？)

Now once you flipped a couple O's know the game get gravy
Take twelve fifty, go git ya two and a baby
Yeah, sixty three grams if you whip that right
You should get back five or six that night
Stack that money and repeat that twice

Buy you somethin' to ride in, ya gotta be tight
Next time you buy somethin' take twenty-five hundred
Get four and a half, it come back in nine, don't it？
Now stay low key when the money keep comin'

Keep some niggas on ya team to show
These suckas they don't want it
By then your connect will clearly see you on ya grind
Shit, you come to get a nine and he front you what you buyin'

As long as you bring back your money on time
And if you snort blow, do it on your own time
At this rate you'll be at a brick in no time
They say the want some weight, tell them niggas stand in line

You da dopeman, nigga, da dopeman, nigga
The dope, the dope, dope, da dopeman, nigga
I'm da dopeman, nigga, da dopeman, nigga
The dope, da dopeman, da dopeman, nigga

I'm da dopeman, nigga, da dopeman, nigga
The dope, the dope, dope, da dopeman, nigga
I'm da dopeman, nigga, da dopeman, nigga
(Stay with me now, shawty, here comes the fun part)

Now the robbers plottin' on ya and your name stay buzzin'
You caught a sale case down in Macon with your cousin
Your connect ain't worried, you and him cool
He know you'll never tell what you and him do

A mob of a hundred just a few of them true
You heard a worker snitchin' on you and it's true
Everybody know you sell that shit
The feds come and get ya, and they tell you shit, we heard you

Tote that tool, make that double
Better be cool, you don't want no trouble
Keep it leanin' to the left, my gat stay cocked
I'm always super clean when you see me on the block

Keep my money in a knot with a rubber band on it
Blow that marijuana know I got it if you want it
See me standin' on the corner slangin' that crack
You know how it is to be the man in trap
(I'll show you how to be a)

I'm da dopeman, nigga, da dopeman, nigga
The dope, the dope, dope, da dopeman, nigga
I'm da dopeman, nigga, da dopeman, nigga
The dope, da dopeman, da dopeman, nigga

I'm da dopeman, nigga, da dopeman, nigga
The dope, the dope, dope, da dopeman, nigga
I'm da dopeman, nigga, da dopeman, nigga
The dope, da dopeman, da dopeman, nigga

I'm da dopeman, nigga


34.Prayin' for Help

Lyricist：Cynthia De Maria Biggs, Clifford Harris, Mark Sanchez Holmes,
Dexter Wansel

Our father, who are in heaven
I will be thy name, thy kingdom come
Thy will be done on Earth, as it is in Heaven
Give us this day, our daily bread
Forgive us for our trespasses
As we forgive those who trespass against us
Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil
God is tha kingdom, tha power, and the glory
Foreva and eva, hmp Amen

Man I'm prayin' fo help
While I lookin' at the life I left
It's kinda hard not to hate myself
But quiet is kept kill
Right or wrong its just tha way I felt
I might be better off prayin' for death
On my knees I knelt

Still tryin' ta find a way ta except
That ain't a way I can help nobody till I save myself
Technically I'm still a slave myself
I gotta climb out tha grave myself
Man, I played myself

But when I look at all tha fans I touched
I ask how can a man who's done so much, be treated so unjust
'Cause I tried to inspire tha folks
You wanna condemn 'cause they sell dope

Well, man, show 'em tha ropes
Be a fatha or a football coach
A role model Lord, assemble tha hope
Take anotha approach

Instead of testifiyin' against 'em in court
Handcuffin' 'em and closin' tha doe, so they can be worse than
befo
Can't you see they only do what they know
And you wonder why they don care no mo
Life ain't fair, I know, but why I'm hated everywhere I go
Next time you wanna compare my flow just know

I'm prayin' fo help
Askin' somebody else to give me a hand
I'm tryin' hard but I am only a man
Man, I'm prayin' fo help
Hopin' somebody else could see what I see
It's like tha hood only matter ta me

They got me prayin' fo help
Hopin' somebody else can carry tha torch
I'm all alone wit no kind of support
While I was prayin' fa help
Realized I'on need nobody else
If God wit me I can do it myself
Tired of just prayin' fo help

I know its only one king, one thing, one being
Only somethin' I believe without seein'
And with all my faith
I pray somehow, some way, regardless of what anyone say
I believe one day

That I'ma change my life, get right
Start livin' like Christ, to tha end of my fight
I'ma be defendin' my strife
Till somebody come and shut off my lights

I ain't neva gon quit
No matta how difficult its gon get
And you can bet whateva on this
I'm foeva gon spit

Harder than niggas hatin' on tip
You can take away and place it on tip
I double my load
Carry it as tha trouble unfolds

Hold yo'lls, and I bet I don't fold
Put that on my soul
If it take till I'm a hundred years old
Bet I'm reachin' everyone of my goals

No, I'm prayin' fo help
Askin' somebody else to give me a hand
I'm tryin' hard but I am only a man
Man, I'm prayin' fo help
Hopin' somebody else could see what I see
It's like tha hood only matter ta me

They got me prayin' fo help
Hopin' somebody else can carry tha torch
I'm all alone wit no kind of support
While I was prayin' fa help
Realized I'on need nobody else
If God wit me I can do it myself
Tired of just prayin' fo help

Hah, just so many times
I don wished I could change my mind
Change my life and leave tha game behind
And it's been so many days

I don prayed I could find a way
Find tha heart and tha time to say
Only so many are blessed
Wit so many chances, so many checks
So many fans, wit so many arrests

And it's been so many deaths
So many prisons wit niggas in there
And tha system keep playin' them to tha left
Man, so many tests
So many hatas love seein' ya stress

But tribulations come wit being tha best
Still it's so many who flex
Singin' 'bout texts
When they greener than Shreks

Sellin' dreams, never seen in tha jets
That's why I'm seen as a threat
So many stripes, off tha streaks of my vest
When so many rappers get so little respect

Now niggas faith on tha shelf
'Cause of tha cards that a nigga was delt
Or tha heart that a nigga don delt
So many niggas don left out of da hood

Instead of givin' back they stayed fo they self
So many playin' they self
Instead of readin', educatin' they self
The ones that don even pray fo they self

Got me prayin' fo help
Askin' somebody else to give me a hand
I'm tryin' hard but I am only a man
Man, I'm prayin' fo help
Hopin' somebody else could see what I see
It's like tha hood only matter ta me

They got me prayin' fo help
Hopin' sombody else can carry tha torch
I'm all alone wit no kind of support
While I was prayin' fa help
Realized I'on need nobody else
If God wit me I can do it myself
Tired of just prayin' fo help


35.T.I. - you dont know me(dirty)

Lyricist：Aldrin Davis, Clifford Joseph Harris

I'ma tell y'all sucka niggaz somethin'
First of all nigga, look'a here dawg

You mighta seen me in the streets but nigga, you don't know me
When you holla when you speak, remember you don't know me
Save all the hatin' and the poppin', nigga you don't know me
Quit tellin' niggaz you my partna, nigga you don't know me

Don't be a groupie, keep it movin', nigga you don't know me
Hey, I ain't trippin' pimp, the truth is really, you don't know
me
Yeah, you know they call me T.I., but you don't know me
You'll be hatin' and I see why, 'cuz you don't know me

I think it's time I made a song for niggaz who don't know me
I graduated out the streets, I'ma real O.G
I been trappin', shootin' pistols since I stood four feet
So all you niggaz actin' bad, you gon' have to show me

You gon make me bring this Chevy to a real slow creep
My niggaz hangin' out the window, mouth fulla gold teeth
When the guns start poppin' wonder when it's gone cease
Choppa hit you in the side and create a slow leak

We can end the speculation 'cuz today we gon see
What's the future of a pussy, nigga hatin' on me
I give a fuck about the Fed's investigation on me
I don't care that they at my shows and they waitin' on me

I'ma keep on flossin', poppin' long as Toomp is on the beat
Tell police's I ain't stoppin', I'ma keep it in the streets
Contrary to yo' beliefs, I'm as real as you can be
Fuck yo' thoughts and yo' feelings, nigga you don't know me

You mighta seen me in the streets but nigga, you don't know me
When you holla when you speak, remember you don't know me
Save all the hatin' and the poppin', nigga you don't know me
Quit tellin' niggaz you my partna, nigga you don't know me

Don't be a groupie, keep it movin', nigga you don't know me
Hey, I ain't trippin' pimp, the truth is really, you don't know
me
Yeah, you know they call me T.I., but you don't know me
You'll be hatin' and I see why, 'cuz you don't know me

Ay, once again let me remind you nigga, you don't know me
So don't be walkin' up and askin' whus tha deal on a key
I don't know if you wearin' wires, you could be the police
If I was slangin' blow you couldn't get a O.Z

See me and the P.$.C. fallin' through at a show deep
Police holdin' up the door, 'cuz they know we tote heat
I just wanna ride wit' C, blow dro' in the Fleet
Or with playin' 'bout a dozen different bitches in a week

I just wanna chill wit' Kuntry and his daddy Freddie G
Ballin' out at anytime, at any store we spend a G
Wanna ball in the Bahamas, courtesy of K.T
MacBoney gotta mill, as well as Dolla D.P

A.K. house on the hill, right next to J. Get'
Every week meet there for lunch, restaurant and eat free
Get Inda paid, lil' Greg and B
That's the only shot we got at gettin' Cap back on the streets

You mighta seen me in the streets but nigga, you don't know me
When you holla when you speak, remember you don't know me
Save all the hatin' and the poppin', nigga you don't know me
Quit tellin' niggaz you my partna, nigga you don't know me

Don't be a groupie, keep it movin', nigga you don't know me
Hey, I ain't trippin' pimp, the truth is really, you don't know
me
Yeah, you know they call me T.I., but you don't know me
You'll be hatin' and I see why, 'cuz you don't know me

You see a nigga hatin' on a G, ask 'em, what it's gon be
Whachu lookin' at？ Pussy nigga, you don't know me
At the club or in the streets, or wherever we should meet
It's choppas choppin', pistols poppin', nigga you don't know me

You see a nigga hatin' on a G, ask 'em, what it's gon be
Whachu lookin' at？ Pussy nigga, you don't know me
At the club or in the streets, or wherever we should meet
It's choppas choppin', pistols poppin', nigga you don't know me

You mighta seen me in the streets but nigga, you don't know me
When you holla when you speak, remember you don't know me
Save all the hatin' and the poppin', nigga you don't know me
Quit tellin' niggaz you my partna, nigga you don't know me

Don't be a groupie, keep it movin', nigga you don't know me
Hey, I ain't trippin' pimp, the truth is really, you don't know
me
Yeah, you know they call me T.I., but you don't know me
You'll be hatin' and I see why, 'cuz you don't know me


36.Long Live da Game

Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Marquinarius Holmes

That's right, want time for your mind？
It sad for you all my niggaz who think they hard
Ok nigga, I'll tell you what's hard up yo, whats hard up yo？
Goin' about your day nigga losin' your life at the end of it
Nigga that's what's hard, minding my motherfuckin' business
Let me tell ya'll 'bout the last day I lived in my life

I'm in the 96 Impala with the gat in my lap
Annihilating any nigga tryin' to work in my trap
I have the Feds got me tapped so to keep em' off of my back
I got a crib in the trap and a crib to relax

Now my indictment was a secret
And that's the way that they keep it
If I ain't have a hoe givin' head to the feds
Comin' back tellin' me exactly what they said

I'm a dead man walkin', waitin' on time in jail
But I'll die before I let 'em stop my mail
Long as I got another ounce to sell
What the hell I'm a bail, a grab my scale

Get another key and I'm a slang my ya
Every day I feel like he on my trail
Look 'em in the face and say fuck their jail
Niggaz on the west side cant re-up because it's a drought

So I check the crack house, damn it sold out
Now back to the crib so I can check this stash
Ain't sure about how much dope I had
Got a couple keys in the safe right now
Weigh it up, cook it up, then chop it down

Now I'm ready to go and pick up my fetti
But before I leave the house I can't dip without grabbin' my G'z
And my keys to my brand new V
Put 'em in pocket so I'm a get blue jeans
Put this red dot to your ass an' squeeze

Now I'm dippin' back to the swats, with the 4-4 and a plastic
glock
Turned around and I had to stop, couldn't trap sworn it was cops
Sittin' white but I still ain't scared, Mac Boney 'em must have
fled
Only cops is I fear is the feds on my car flashin' blue an' red

Damn there they go now it's time to deal
Got the 4-4 right by my heal
9 millimeter with a extra clip
That's what ya'll niggaz get fuckin' 'round with TIP

Bustin' at 'em an' cursin' at 'em but ain't no shakin' 'em
Them bullets that they was bustin' at me my vest was takin'
Makin' them pigs fall in pain, turned around 'cause one call my
name
Took a hot one to the brain, yeah I died but long live the game


37.Let Em' Talk

Hey let em talk, Let em hate
It aint my fault they at the bottom, let em stay
Let em say whatever. Let em lie
Let em snitch, let em bleed, let em die

Been through whatever together
I mean whatever the case
My partnas tell on me, never
We'll do whatever it take
Had no idea in the world
When we was caddlin' yay
That we'd be on top of the world
And still be together today
Man all we got is each other
This barn ain't never could break
You know they say never say never
Well I say never today
Don't care whatever the charge
Be it Federal or State
Don't care whoever the broad
And he made whatever mistake
No talking down on the squad
Just know whatever you say
You would be straighten my nigga？？
Check you right there in your face
I hear you hatin on my nigga
Well I'ma tell him you hate
Came in the gates wit my niggas
And dats right where I'ma stay
Don't matter what the conditions dat he run in wit police
We there the day that he sentenced
Be there the day he released
And all the days in between
You get whatever from me
Take care of the house and the kids
And girl she get whatever she needs.


38.Tha King (Explicit Album Version)

Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Nicholaus Gerard Loftin, Darryl Mcdaniels,
Jason Mizell, Joseph Simmons, Lawrence Smith

And in case you forgot, I'm tha King
Yea, yea, aye, aye, aye, aye
Who I'm is, nigga？
(I'm tha King)

T.I.P., Atlanta's own King of the South, shawty
(I'm tha King)
Yea, yea, yeah, better keep my name out ya mouth, shawty
(I'm tha King)
Yeah, PSC, nigga, aye, aye

All hail Atlanta's own, owner of Atlanta's throne
(I'm tha King)
If ain't want no trouble leave, shit, shoulda left the man alone
It's been seen, shown and evident Atlanta's known
Tha King been the one representing all of Atlanta's zones

Back when niggas was representing Atlanta wrong
Every shot he got, he put the hoods of Atlanta on
The big screen then hit every trap and traveled on
Past, present to Texas to Alabama strong
(I'm tha King)

Down in Miami, up to Louisiana homes
From the Carolinas, Virginia to David Banner's home
I'm well connected, haters, best to mind ya manners homes
I got a nickel-plated 38 but hey, the hammer chrome

And it shine like ya should set the phantom on
In it see me riding, getting blown like the saxophone
Hey shawty, spit the shit, it takes to cut a candle on
If I ain't on ya tube, dude, you must got ya channel wrong

I'm tha King of the South, there is none flyer
Sucker MC's outta call me sire
Ya songs okay but I'm on fire
(I'm tha King)
24 inches on my rims and tires

I'm tha King of the South, there is none flyer
(I'm tha King)
Sucker MC's outta call me sire
Thought you was on top
(I'm tha King)
I pass right by ya
I will not stop and I won't retire

I came, I saw, I conquered with no big names
(I'm tha King)
No fame, no celebrity sponsors
Just a game and a flow that was bonkers
Nigga, front if ya wanna
Dead niggas like the bitches from 'Monster'

Now you been told so don't say I ain't warned ya
And don't let it alarm ya when ya leaking then the reapers upon
ya
Speak on me and I'm creepin' upon ya, say that I ain't tha King
But you just sour, you ain't think of it aren't ya

All the hating, is no time to respond, I miss tryin' to conjure
up
A way to get experience and launder
Hey, I thought ya record company conned ya
Into signing a deal, shy of a mill 'cause they really ain't want
ya

Moving yay, it's safe to say that they own to ya
So it's time to move on to real estate
And get cake selling big estates
(I'm tha King)

I'm King of the South now but it's fifty states
I'ma spread out and I'll eliminate, who in the way？
(I'm tha King)
I'm 24 today, give it to, I'm 28
I'll be ruler of all that I survey and not just in the state
(I'm tha King)

See, I bend just to win but I ain't finna break
Most you niggas fake and I'll say it in nigga's face

I'm tha King of the South, there is none flyer
(I'm tha King)
Sucker MC's outta call me sire
Ya songs okay but I'm on fire
(I'm tha King)
24 inches on my rims and tires

I'm tha King of the South, there is none flyer
(I'm tha King)
Sucker MC's outta call me sire
Thought you was on top
(I'm tha King)
I pass right by ya
I will not stop and I won't retire

I'm tha King
I'm tha King
I'm tha King
I'm tha King
I'm tha King


39.KingOfDaSouth (Explicit Album Version)

Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Marquinarius Holmes

I been a menace to society
Since when？
Since menace to society
Still refused to become a legitimate citizen quietly

Felt like my labor hidin' me
But here I am anyway
I might be back to slangin' grams any day
And if this record flop

Well, I'll be, back
Wit' a bomb of heart
Wit' C-Rod and the squad
This whole industry's a facade

Man this ain't real life
Half these rappers don't know what sacrifice feel like
Man these niggaz is all hype
Not even rappin' on real mics

They just get high and say whatever the fuck they feel like
They make me feel like bustin' these niggaz one at a time
And I'm still outbustin' these niggaz
Hoe pick a rhyme

Ay, what these other niggaz talkin', I don't believe that shit
I'm the king 'cause I said it and I mean that shit
Ay, what's so special 'bout him, ay, he ain't all that shit
I set the city in fire, have you seen that shit？

Ay, what these other niggaz talkin', I don't believe that shit
I'm the king 'cause I said it and I mean that shit
Ay, what's the big deal about him？ He ain't even that shit
I set the city on fire, have you seen that shit？

It's only five rappers outta Atlanta who bustin'
And I'm one of 'em
The other four, you know who you are
But if you gotta think twice

Well, shawty you ain't nice
Regardless of your publishing deal
You can't write
I'm the best thing left blowin' breath on the mic

The king of the south
Nothin' else will suffice
You wanna bet？
Well, put yo' budget up

Match the price
Me and you like putting matches to ice
You won't make it
Before I had a deal, I was still butt naked

God signed this, like keeping' the Lord's promise
The truth nigga
Like Beenie's first LP
You can do a song with N'Sync

And couldn't outsell me
I'm a legend in my own time
A prophet in my own rhymes
A king wit' a concubine

Ay, what these other niggaz talkin', I don't believe that shit
I'm the king 'cause I said it and I mean that shit
Ay, what's so special 'bout him, ay, he ain't all that shit
I set the city in fire, have you seen that shit？

Ay, what these other niggaz talkin', I don't believe that shit
I'm the king 'cause I said it and I mean that shit
Ay, what's the big deal about him？ He ain't even that shit
I set the city on fire, have you seen that shit？

Niggaz like you, a dime a dozen
They come and go
So why I'm runnin' now
And I ain't never run before

Grab choppers, cock 'em and blow
Stoppin' the show
Bet or owe 'em, droppin' the hoes
You just keep watchin' the door

Pop 'em, watch 'em drop to the floor
Fluff his pockets and go
Put a quarter block on his nose
And a glock in his clothes

He can keep his watches and gold
For his momma to hold
She'll be there buyin' the hoes
Before the drama unfolds

They know shawty outta control
Got me hot as a stove
Puttin' holes in yo' Girbaud
Wettin' up yo' polos

44's and Callico's
A black and a chrome
Lettin' loose and splackin' your dome
Hoppin' back in the Brougham

Known for kickin' in yo' door
Wavin' gats in yo' home
Clearin' it out
I'm sorry I ain't hearin' you out

You hearin' about
The squad pumpin' Fe in your heart
Because you know sacrifice
Was near and dear to your heart

Ay, what these other niggaz talkin', I don't believe that shit
I'm the king 'cause I said it and I mean that shit
Ay, what's so special 'bout him, ay, he ain't all that shit
I set the city in fire, have you seen that shit？

Ay, what these other niggaz talkin', I don't believe that shit
I'm the king 'cause I said it and I mean that shit
Ay, what's the big deal about him？ He ain't even that shit
I set the city on fire, have you seen that shit？

Ay, my niggaz, y'all already know what it is
T I P, Grand Hustle, Pimp Squad for life nigga
Sanchez on the beat, dig this man
I'ma keep it always pimpin', I'm stayin' down

Y'all niggaz gone send yo' demos in
Get cha little motherfuckin' deal, go sell records
Nigga I got houses, I got blow, I got dro
Nigga I got hoes, nigga I got property nigga

What you wanna do nigga？ Fuck y'all niggaz
Come see about me if you don't like it
King of da God damn south
Rubberband man in this bitch


40.What They Do

Lyricist：Christopher Noel Dorsey, Clifford Harris, Craig Lawson

Yeah, yeah, ya'll already know what it is, pimp
T.I.P., king of the motherfuckin' south
BGizzzy, let's do it homie
Grand Hustle, pimp, Chopper City in here
Got my nigga Blok in this bitch
Eastside represent Westside Bankhead nigga, it is on, what
A-town nigga, you know what it is, on through Mechanicville
Snow Hill nigga, Pittsburgh, all my real niggas ride out with me
Ya'll know what's happening, PSC nigga

I can give you what you want, T.I.P. the hottest
Game withcha ya need, I can tell ya all about it
You can come up in the streets but it ain't no gettin' out it
When I tell ya I'm a 'G', pimp, I'm really being modest
I can tell ya bout the dope boyz, hoes and the ballers
The pimps and the macks, real niggas wouldn't call us
Hanging in the traps 'cause that's what our daddy taught us
From 30's on the 'lac, to a Benz on Broddas

Standin' on the corners, slingin' crack and stacking dollars
Till it's time to cop a brick and I'm tired of moving quarters
My daddy won't a doctor and my momma won't a lawyer
I ain't never had shit, congragulations is in order
Tryin' to get a mill for my sons and my daughters
If I caught a bad bitch with connections down in Florida
Said her daddy and her uncle, still gettin' cross the water
I'm richer now, I'd be a motherfuckin' fool, if I don't call her

What it is my nigga, what it do, what it do
I got a brick or two, I'm finna to buss a move, buss a move
What it is my nigga, what it do, what it do
I got a tool and I'm finna cut the fool
What it do, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do
My nigga, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do, what
it do
What it do, what it do my nigga, what it do and what it do

I'm a H U S T L E R
If I don't know you, then fuck ya, if I know ya, I front ya
But ya gotta break me off, you don't, I catch ya slippin' on the
block
And knock you off, I know people, I get nice deals
Get'em five dollars, sell'em ten dollars a pill
I know people, get ki's for thirteen
If I fuck with ya, then get 'em for sixteen

I know people, get'em three hundred a pound
Give'em to ya for five hundred if you my round
I'm a hustler, holla at me uptowm
I'm well connected with weed, white, tan and brown
Come see a nigga, want a nice sixteen
You real, we swap work, you fake, it's twenty G's
It's like that, I dun been through the struggle
I'm running Chopper City, and fucking with Grand Hustle

What it is my nigga, what it do, what it do
I got a brick or two, I'm finna to buss a move, buss a move
What it is my nigga, what it do, what it do
I got a tool and I'm finna cut the fool
What it do, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do
My nigga, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do, what
it do
What it do, what it do, my nigga, what it do and what it do

I got the eye of a tiger and the heart of a bear
I'm the king of the jungle you can follow me there
Now you can hear it from these niggas, who hardly was there
Or take it from niggas, who fought and make it a scar to get
here
Several years ago, I told myself that I solemnly swear
Forever be hard to kill, even harder to scare
One reason why me and the other cats is hard to compare
'Cause I'm fact, that's fiction, it hardly compares

Being hated, part of the game,yes, it's hard but it's fair
Well, I'ma be the best hating nigga, see if I care
But just know, I'm raising the bar and I'm keeping it there
And I'ma still ride clean, throwing weed in the air
With two or three bad bitches, got they feet in the air
Say they like when I smack on they ass, and skeet in they hair
Listen, I don't care if you got the song of the year
Ya whole show shut down, if the 'Don' appears

What it is my nigga, what it do, what it do
I got a brick or two, I'm finna to buss a move, buss a move
What it is my nigga, what it do, what it do
I got a tool and I'm finna cut the fool
What it do, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do
My nigga, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do, what
it do
What it do, what it do, my nigga, what it do and what it do


41.Praying For Help

Lyricist：Cynthia De Maria Biggs, Clifford Harris, Mark Sanchez Holmes,
Dexter Wansel

Our Father who are in Heaven, Hollowed be Thy name
Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven
Give us this day, our daily bread and forgive us for our
trespasses
As we forgive those who trespass against us
Lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil
For Thine is the Kingdom, the power and the glory for ever and
ever
Amen

Man, I'm praying for help while I'm lookin' at the life I left
It's kinda hard not to hate myself but quiet is kept
Right or wrong it's just the way I felt, I might be better
Of praying for death on my knees I knelt, still trying
To find a way to accept it ain't a way
I can help nobody till I save myself

Technically I'm still a slave myself
I gotta climb out the grave myself, man I played myself
But when I look at all the fans I touched
I ask how can a man that's done so much be treated so unjust

'Cause I'm tryin' to inspire the folks wanna condemn
'Cause they sell dope, well man show 'em the ropes
Be a father, a football coach, a role model or a symbol of hope
Take another approach instead of testifying against 'em in court
Handcuffin' 'em and closin' the door, so they can be worse than
before

Can't you see they only do what they know？
Then you wonder why they don't care no more
Life ain't fair I know but why I'm hated everywhere I go
Next time you wanna compare my flow just know

(I'm praying for help)
Askin' somebody else to give me a hand
I'm tryin' hard but I'm only a man, man
(I'm praying for help)
Hopin' somebody else can see what I see
It's like the hood only matter to me they got me

(Praying for help)
Hopin' somebody else can carry the torch
I'm all alone with no kinda support
(While I was praying for help)
Realized I don't need nobody else
If God with me I can do it myself
(Tired of just praying for help)

I know it's only one King, one thing, one being
Only something I believe without seein' and with all my faith
I pray somehow, someway regardless of what anyone say
I believe one day that I'ma change my life, get right
Start livin' like Christ

Till the end of my fight, I'ma be defending my strife
Till somebody come and shut off my lights
I ain't never gone quit, no matter how difficult is gone get
And you can bet whatever on this, I'm forever gone spit
Harder than niggaz hatin' on TIP

You can take the weight and place it on TIP
I'll double my load carry it as the trouble unfolds
Hold yours and I bet I don't fold, put that on my soul
If it takes till I'm 100 years old
Bet I'm reachin' every one of my goals

(You know I'm praying for help)
Askin' somebody else to give me a hand
I'm tryin' hard but I'm only a man, man
(I'm praying for help)
Hopin' somebody else can see what I see
It's like the hood only matter to me they got me

(Praying for help)
Hopin' somebody else can carry the torch
I'm all alone with no kinda support
(While I was praying for help)
Realized I don't need nobody else
If God with me I can do it myself
(Tired of just praying for help)

So many times I done wish that I could change my mind
Change my life and leave the game behind
And it's been so many days, I done prayed I could find a way
Find the heart and the time to say only so many are blessed with
So many chances, so many checks, so many fans with
Ao many arrests and it's been so many deaths
So many prisons with niggaz in there

And the system keep playin' them to the left
Man it's so many test so many haters love seein' you stress
But tribulations come with being the best
Still there's so many reflects, singin' bout Tecs
Winnin', green and the trickz？
Sellin' dreams that never seen in the jex？

That's why I'm seen as a threat
So many stripes off the streets in my vest
So many rappers get so little respect
Man niggaz faith on the shelf
'Cause of the cards that a nigga was dealt
Or the hard that a nigga done dealt

So many niggaz that left out of the hood
Made a way for they self
Instead of givin' back they stay for they self
So many playin' they self
Instead of reading educating they selves
The ones who won't pray for they self, they got me

(Praying for help)
Askin' somebody else to give me a hand
I'm tryin' hard but I'm only a man, man
(I'm praying for help)
Hopin' somebody else can see what I see
It's like the hood only matter to me the got me
(Prayin' for help)

Hopin' somebody else can carry the torch
I'm all alone with no kinda support
(While I was praying for help)
Realized I don't need nobody else
If God with me I can do it myself
(Tired of just praying for help)


42.Chooz U

Lyricist：Phalon Anton Alexander, Clifford Harris, Willie M Hutchinson,
Willie Hutchison

Yeah, they say love blind, so why can't I picture this guhl
mine？
Yeah, I dig her but I figure, I'm wastin' this guhl time
I'm runnin' from relationships, scared to commit
Mad at monogamy, sexually, I'm a misfit

But this shit's way too much fo' me
Usually I can take 'em and make 'em a cut buddy
Yo, mama probably see me and say that I'm no good
I was born in the burbs, I was raised in the hood

We from two separate sides of life, two different backgrounds
Shawty been legit and I just started to rap now
I ain't tryna act now, I'm bein' real witchu
Really, I just wanted to kick it and chill witchu

But the picture got bigger for I could even paint it
Thoughts got deeper befo' a nigga could think
A playa like me on this, strange ain't it？
One thang 'bout yo feelin's is this, you can't change it

Yo perception on me, I don't think I can maintain
We flirtin' with disaster, this game we playin' is dangerous
You the best thang that happened since I done became famous
But sometimes I think we shoulda remained strangers

I, I chooz u, baby
(Oh, come on)
(Stay with me now, stay with me, sing it fo' me shawty)
I, I, I, I, I chooz u, baby
(Ah, come on, uh, uh, uh c'mon)

I like you to pursue but still I respect it to let it go
Give it time, give it room to breathe and let it grow
I'll just tell her when I'm ready to change, I'll let her know
Hate to say it, but 'til then be friends and nuthin' more

Even though another time, another life, another place
I swear I know we coulda been great
But rather than great, you lil heart take the smile of yo face
So I can treat you right, I'm willin' to wait

And ain't shit fake, I know it sound funny comin' from a felon
But I think, I got a piece of whuz up in heaven
So to keep from, blockin' mah blessings, think I better back up
Last thang a nigga need now is bad luck

But if my life was perfect shawty, I'da had her
I guess, I guess I don't deserve it, ballaz tell me, 'You ain't
worth it'
So I gots to hit the surface, I'll holla when I holla
Act like I don't wanna see ya and I don't wanna call her

I, I chooz u, baby
(Oh, come on)
(Stay with me now, stay with me, sing it fo' me shawty)
I, I chooz u, baby
(Ah, come on, uh, uh, c'mon)

I, I chooz u, baby
(Oh, come on)
(Stay with me now, stay with me, sing it fo' me shawty)
I, I chooz u, baby
(Ah, come on, uh, uh, c'mon)


43.Trap Muzik (Featuring Mac Boney) (Explicit Album Version)

Lyricist：Aldrin Davis, Clifford Harris, Marquinarius Holmes, Nathaniel
Josey

This a trap
This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
Nigga, this a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

Welcome back to the trap
Niggas back in the trap
Wit' another heavy Chevy
Big dope boys and trap

All you rap niggas role out
I trap when it's cold out
Whack niggas flyin'
But I stay down to I'm sold out

'Cause down a hundred ground
Like a rapping in a dope house
Man wherever I be
The feds got me scoped out

Mother fucker let my nuts hang
Block out the duc canes
Cook it to it bubbles
Double fast as a mustang

I know you think you fuck man
But little showty tuff man
Been a long time
Since a nigga from Atlanta
Spit this nuts game

Thats a very few of real niggas
So how could they give nigga
The feelin' that a real nigga
Would get around a real nigga

All they do is still niggas ideas
And rhythm wit' 'em
Holla sumthin' similar
Talking 'bout the hood
Like they hung in 'em

I got a million rhythms
Want 'em come get 'em
What bitch you pussy nigga
I'm just havin' fun wit' 'em

This a trap
This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
Nigga, this a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

Still telling niggas
I ain't wholing, I ain't crolling
When the 12 hit the corner
I ain't brolling, I ain't rolling

Keep the coat stretch out
Like Carl Louis Hamstring
Stepped on like I'm working
With the damn thing

Drible baby ain't seen
What I do to a ounce of doe
A whip man on my pager
Like I pay you folks to whip some more

I'm doper than the fluid cellar
I flip it all up by myself
I give my niggas recipes
So they can turn to sumthin' else

They love to work
That's why I keep 'em comin'
Like conlasions plate
We flip the cake

We move this shit from Georgia
Baby state to state
Attemadate, niggas in the city
Who've been moving weight

Nobody loosing weight, they fuck with us
'Cause you've been known to hate

Demonstrate the way we turned the trout
Out in '98, started out in '95
Started out with nicks and dimes
Niggas you done lost your mind

Thinking you could set up shop
Pimpin' I respect the game
Let's take this to another block

This is trap
This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
Nigga, this a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap
(Trap muzik)

Pimp squad
Showty still in the trap
When I spot a scene hot
With the man name Jon
And the collard green pot

On a lot of straight hen
And a lot of green pot
Compaction in a range
Like he gotta be stop

Well maybe I will be
But probably not
Oh, what the blood cloak
You try to knock em out and he sock

Listen to me I'm serious
Thinkin' how did he not
End up way up
On the top of Detroit

If come where I was
You gotta be pop
And if you really want to pop
And I rather be dropped

Listen pops
Want to know a little more about rap
First rule this is real
It ain't just a record deal
It's a trap


44.Freak Though

Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Chad Hugo, Pharrell Williams

(But she's a freak though)
She got angel eyes, wit the baby face
(But she's a freak though)
I want my momma and daddy to meet her
Maybe have my name

(But she's a freak though)
They keep talkin' about you
Because they, can't keep up with your pace
You're my, super freak, super freak
You're my, super freak

My momma taught me, everythin' fine ain't the finest
And everythin' that shine ain't a diamond
They say that change come wit time and I'm findin'
That most bitches take your kindness for blindness

Yeah, it feel good layin' her beside you
Diggin' deep, ol' nine up beside you
But we can't kick out in public, gotta hide you
'Cause all my partnaz in the hood done tried you

It's true that you can't turn a hoe into a house wife
Well, listen shorty maybe I don't wanna a house wife
They say that you a freak I'm thinkin' that they 'bout right
Because that pussy's so good and your mouth tight

A pretty face, slim waist, and her stout nice
Juicy ass that them niggaz in the south like
She super sexy, got a nigga thinkin' 'bout a wife
Wearin' all white, bein' wit her for life

(But she's a freak though)
She got angel eyes, wit the baby face
(But she's a freak though)
I want my momma and daddy to meet her
Maybe have my name

(But she's a freak though)
They keep talkin' about you
Because they, can't keep up with your pace
You're my, super freak, super freak
You're my, super freak

The main thin' makin' niggaz judge you
Is the same thin' that make me wanna love you
From the smell of ya hair, I wanna hug you
To the way you yell 'Give it to me' when I fuck you

Plus you ain't trippin' off a nigga 'cause he thuggin'
That's why I'm twice as happy as relationships that wasn't
But my partna say you trickin' wit his cousin
But never mind, I don't listen they be buggin'

They find it hard to understand how could T.I.P. love
This girl, when her man is out at strip clubs
Maybe 'cause T.I.P. girls leavin' wit girls
And in the mornin' they'll be wakin' up with six girls

They don't know we more like homies when we pick girls
Why you worried 'bout it, he ain't gotta make you his girl
Fuck what he think about you, I think you the shit girl
Make me wanna brin' another kid in the world

(But she's a freak though)
She got angel eyes, wit the baby face
(But she's a freak though)
I want my momma and daddy to meet her
Maybe have my name

(But she's a freak though)
They keep talkin' about you
Because they, can't keep up with your pace
You're my, super freak, super freak
You're my, super freak

Now I been told every nigga in the streets know
She ain't nothin' but a freak ho
But when I look in her pretty eyes, I don't see it though
Now she done showed me some shit that I ain't seen before
But what we do behind closed doors is for me to know

All in all I've decided I'm a keep her though
I'm a fuckin' grown man, what I'm creepin' for？
Just try me by the four, that's what I'm totin' heaters for
I'd die by that for her a real good reason though

That's how I feel, let my partnaz and my momma know
Keep it real, all the disrespect has got to go
I disrespect, she is selfish, she don't hide it
Though she may have been a tad misguided

All she need is a little affection, a lot of direction
A nigga wit a constant erection
And I done wasted plenty time contemplatin' second guessin'
Procrastinatin', I wanna buy a ring and pop the question

(But she's a freak though)
She got angel eyes, wit the baby face
(But she's a freak though)
I want my momma and daddy to meet her
Maybe have my name

(But she's a freak though)
They keep talkin' about you
Because they, can't keep up with your pace
You're my, super freak, super freak
You're my, super freak


45.Let Me Tell You Something

Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Larry Troutman, Roger Troutman, Kanye West

Want to be your man, please tell you why
(I know what y'all thinking)
Doop doop doop doop doop doop
(First he can't be my man, now he want to be my man)
(I wish this nigga make his mind up)
Can't live my life tell you why
(All my niggaz man we gonna have be 21 bout this shit you know)
Oh baby, oh baby
(We gonna step out the track for one sec, one sec)

Now what I got to say, seal with a kiss
Know I can't be your man why I feel like this
What I need with a woman when I live like this
Different chicks running in and out the crib like this
Maybe five, maybe six, seven, eight'll be enough
Plus the twins make ten but for you I give it up
Set times to the side just for us to live it up
Walking out a rav farm, purple label linen dove
It's hard for me to discuss what I had vision for us
Lots of trust, and a crib worth a couple million plus
So what if I got a pass, labelled a dirt bag
By the minute, hearts I broken and women I hurt bad
Might I add Christian Dior and fur jackets
A part of the pack, but still far from a marriage
It's easy to lose balance when hearts just start carin
With the attractions apparent, its hard to stop starin

Hey baby let me tell you sumthin, come here I need to tell you
sumthin
(Tell you why)
Hey shorty let me tell you sumthin, wanna talk need to tell you
sumthin
(Doop doop doop doop doop doop doop)
Lil mama let me tell you sumthin, I wanna tell you sumthin
(Cant live my life without you)
Hey baby let me tell you sumthin, Shorty I've been meanin to
tell you sumthin
(Oh baby, oh baby)

If I can get a little bit of your time, shorty
I got some shit I want to get out my mind, and I know
You get enough of niggaz hollerin ya fine (hey
Ask ask ya friend man, man I got this)
Introductions seem to bug you, them partnas of mine
My bad, I know you think I'm probably lyin
Then imma stop to conversate, relates all of ya time man
Look, but half of that shit is all in ya mind
Say you should follow your heart and I'm follow my mind
But anyway, when I see yo' face
Im thinking three or four days in Montego Bay
At the Half Moon, but I know she gon' say
I already have too many hoes, I know
But if I had you, all the dough I'd blow
On eleven karat pink stones trillion row
I wanna be the reason why you showing ya teeth
Without a worry in the world when you rollig with me

Hey baby let me tell you sumthin, come here I need to tell you
sumthin
(Tell you why)
Hey shorty let me tell you sumthin, wanna talk need to tell you
sumthin
(Doop doop doop doop doop doop doop)
Lil mama let me tell you sumthin, I wanna tell you sumthin
(Cant live my life without you)
Hey baby let me tell you sumthin, Shorty I've been meanin to
tell you sumthin
(Oh baby, oh baby)


46.Why You Mad At Me

Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Isaac Lee Hayes

I got a question fo you hatin ass niggaz out there, ay
Why you mad at me？ Ay
Oh, lame ass nigga, why you mad at me？
Sucka ass nigga, why you mad at me？

Remember late nights, earn stripes, servin' straight white
Talk shit slap box, clear to the day light
Might fuss, may fight but stay tight
Keep what the, 'J' need for the lighter, hit the base pipe
If the trap was the ocean or the sea
You could consider me and them, the killa whales and great
whites
Befo a nigga tried to click it, make them think twice
'Cause they knew Cap would kill a nigga fo blink twice

Day right I'm recitein my life
Nigga, I was there no matter what through sirens on a silent
night
Cold Sundays, slow Mondays, hot Friday nights
Tuesday, Thursdays, servin' whether or not they ride tonight
On peaceful days hostful evenings, even violent nights
Chip on my shoulder hold a grudge 'cause you can die tonight
I swear you niggaz had no idea what my life was like
Befo' the bright lights and a half a mil just to grab the mic

Is it 'cause I came from the bottom to the top？
Why you mad at me？
Maybe 'cause I spent a hundred on a drop
Why you mad at me？
Is it 'cause I kept it pimpin' and stayed down？
Why you mad at me？
Or is it 'cause I am the a town？
Why you mad at me？

Is it 'cause you a lame and I'm a, 'G'？
Why you mad at me？
Is it 'cause I got love in the streets？
Why you mad at me？
Is it 'cause you know yo time runnin' out
Why you mad at me？
Is it 'cause you know I'm king of the South？

Niggaz mad 'cause I got it like this
Gold on my wrist, hoes on my dick, my dick
But I could give a fuck about this industry
I'm a be the same tip till the end of me
That's something you know automatically if you a friend of me
Question that will think otherwise, now you offended me
I came in this game not looking for a friends or enemy

Found them both, now that niggaz in to me
Got little rap niggaz liking into me
Major labels and police want to censor me
Feds on my ass 'cause I'm in the streets
Think I still slang, listen to lame niggaz who lie to snitch on
me
It ain't my fault that you can't picture me
Ridin' in a phantom and I swear I never fathom

All the fame that a nigga can gain from Atlanta
Now I'm just tryin to maintain for Atlanta
Befo niggaz would say in Atlanta
I was Rhode Park doug high stayed in Atlanta
Now true enough I sold yay in Atlanta
But is that compared to contributions I made to Atlanta

Is it 'cause I came from the bottom to the top？
Why you mad at me？
Maybe 'cause I spent a hundred on a drop
Why you mad at me？
Is it 'cause I kept it pimpin' and stayed down？
Why you mad at me？
Or is it 'cause I am the a town？
Why you mad at me？

Is it 'cause you a lame and I'm a, 'G'？
Why you mad at me？
Is it 'cause I got love in the streets？
Why you mad at me？
Is it 'cause you know yo time runnin' out
Why you mad at me？
Is it 'cause you know I'm king of the South？

A pick a reason, any reason, all excuses would do
But man you lucky, I ain't buckin' like I used to do fools
While you were throwin' one's and two's
I was liftin' up tools and then
Shoot at his shoes just to see if he move
Or either bust at his head to check if he dead man
Don't talk around 'cause I heard he the Fed's man
They offer him time and they knowin' he scared and tell him
Give me they names or you doin' the stretch, man

Or wear a wire, go record what he said
And then you can tell his lawyer that his client's a dead man
An a rat I'm smellin', blow I ain't sellin'
Where you got that impression ain't no tellin'
Yes, I'm a felon why was that in question
What about all these records I'm sellin'
I'm bankhead born and bankhead bread
And when a nigga die I'm gone be bankhead dead

Is it 'cause I came from the bottom to the top？
Why you mad at me？
Maybe 'cause I spent a hundred on a drop
Why you mad at me？
Is it 'cause I kept it pimpin' and stayed down？
Why you mad at me？
Or is it 'cause I am the a town？
Why you mad at me？

Is it 'cause you a lame and I'm a, 'G'？
Why you mad at me？
Is it 'cause I got love in the streets？
Why you mad at me？
Is it 'cause you know yo time runnin' out
Why you mad at me？
Is it 'cause you know I'm king of the South？


47.Freak Though ft. Pharrell

Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Chad Hugo, Pharrell Williams

But she's a freak though
She got angel eyes, wit the baby face
But she's a freak though
I want my momma and daddy to meet her maybe have my name

But she's a freak though
They keep talking about you because they can't keep up with your
pace
You're my super freak, super freak
You're my super freak

My momma taught me, everything fine ain't the finest
And everything that shine ain't a diamond
They say that change come wit time and I'm finding
That most bitches take your kindness for blindness

Yeah, it feel good laying her beside you
Diggin' deep, ol' nine up beside you
But we can't kick out in public, gotta hide you
'Cause all my partnaz in the hood done tried you

It's true that you can't turn a hoe into a house wife
Well listen shorty maybe I don't want a house wife
They say that you a freak I'm thinking that they 'bout right
Because that pussy's so good and your mouth tight

A pretty face, slim waist, and her stout nice
Juicy ass that them niggaz in the south like
She super sexy, got a nigga thinking 'bout a wife
Wearing all white, being wit her for life

But she's a freak though
She got angel eyes, wit the baby face
But she's a freak though
I want my momma and daddy to meet her maybe have my name

But she's a freak though
They keep talking about you because they can't keep up with your
pace
You're my super freak, super freak
You're my super freak

The main thing making niggaz judge you
Is the same thing that make me wanna love you
From the smell of ya hair, I wanna hug you
To the way you yell, 'Give it to me', when I fuck you

Plus you ain't tripping off a nigga 'cause he thuggin'
That's why I'm twice as happy as relationships that wasn't
But my partna say you trickin' wit his cousin
But never mind, I don't listen they be buggin'

They find it hard to understand how could T.I.P. love
This girl, when her man is out at strip clubs
Maybe 'cause T.I.P. girls leaving wit girls
And in the morning they'll be waking up with six girls

They don't know we more like homies when we pick girls
Why you worried 'bout it, he ain't gotta make you his girl
Fuck what he think about you, I think you the shit girl
Make me wanna bring another kid in the world

But she's a freak though
She got angel eyes, wit the baby face
But she's a freak though
I want my momma and daddy to meet her maybe have my name

But she's a freak though
They keep talking about you because they can't keep up with your
pace
You're my super freak, super freak
You're my super freak

I been told every nigga in the streets know
She ain't nothing but a freak ho
But when I look in her pretty eyes, I don't see it though
Now she done showed me some shit that I ain't seen before
But what we do behind closed doors is for me to know

All in all I've decided I'm a keep her though
I'm a fucking grown man, what I'm creeping for？
Just try me by the four, that's what I'm toting heaters for
I'd die by that for her a real good reason though

That's how I feel, let my partnaz and my momma know
Keep it real, all the disrespect has got to go
I disrespect, she is selfish, she don't hide it
Though she may have been a tad misguided

All she need is a little affection, a lot of direction
A nigga wit a constant erection
And I done wasted plenty time contemplating second guessing
Procrastinating, I wanna buy a ring and pop the question

But she's a freak though
She got angel eyes, wit the baby face
But she's a freak though
I want my momma and daddy to meet her maybe have my name

But she's a freak though
They keep talking about you because they can't keep up with your
pace
You're my super freak, super freak
You're my super freak


48.What's Yo Name

Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Chad Hugo, Pharell Williams

Yo
A come on, T I P
Come on, come on, come on, come on
I said, 'Come on, come on, come on, come on'

A hour train spit game from the get green
Ay T I P been bangin' thick dames since he was fifteen
The click came ran trains if her shit clean
The same broad fronted y'all like she Miss Thang

And damn how da bitch seem she's a dick fiend
All though I won't elaborate I'll say she lick things and get
green
She fuck wit me because I got big dreams
Along wit a face she think she seen on the big screen

I give it to her since she whine and her back hurt
Then drive her crazy since she crying and she act worse
Yeah, I'm a rapper, I'm a man, but I'm a mac first
I need a broad wit a bank and a fat purse and that's first

I'm a P I M, ahh, M P, told y'all niggaz before about me
Plenty Remi to the H E, ahh, A D
Somebody buy some more dro' so we can smoke please
Now what's yo name？ I'm pussy bumper number one
Yeah, I said, 'What's yo name？ I'm pussy bumper number one'

Man trying to stop pimpin' like shooting a bee-bee gun at a
freight train
So comparing us is like whine to a grape stain
My reputations great man, and I got a great name
I hate lames, I stay clean, and I break dames

I like 'em small or bigger with a figure eight frame
So if she fine I bet she mine when I find time
Man I ain't lying, mine dimes I don't wine or dine
Like clothes line hoes mine, I'm a goldmine

Ay I'm the 'King of Da South' and the throne mine
I got the chrome in the Chevy and the broan mine
Ay man I'm young but I been doing it for a long time
That ain't my fault that bitch grown she got her own mind,
an-and I'm

I'm a P I M, ahh, M P, told y'all niggaz before about me
Plenty Remi to the H E, ahh, A D
Somebody buy some more dro' so we can smoke please
Now what's yo name？ I'm pussy bumper number one
Yeah, I said what's yo name？ I'm pussy bumper number one

I bet some niggas think I cake her when I take her out
But come that week just watch me rape her fucking bank account
Eventually the PSC hey we gone take the south
They grab the earth by the ankles and shake the paper out

Nigga 'bout my paper route, so I'm gone make a route
Anybody blocking my road to riches, I'm gone take 'em out
Keep run yo mouth making up your mind you got to be's wit out
Me I'm a get a ho, who gone make show my pockets seen about

P I M P I N G is all I be's about
I break a ho in break 'em till they broke and then I ease 'em
out
They out of pocket, I'm a lock 'em out and leave 'em out
And that don't change man, season in season out

Open up The Source shawty and see who just you reads about
If it ain't concernin' T I P, a PSC ya
Ain't nothing if you ain't cuttin' then you don't see the house
Because you know I got to practice what I preach about

I'm a P I M, ahh, M P, told y'all niggaz before about me
Plenty Remi to the H E, ahh, A D
Somebody buy some more dro' so we can smoke please
Now what's yo name？ I'm pussy bumper number one
Yeah, I said what's yo name？ I'm pussy bumper number one

Come on, come on, come on, come on
I said, 'Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on'
I said, 'Come on, come on, come on, come on'

I'm a P I M, ahh, M P, told y'all niggaz before about me
Plenty Remi to the H E, ahh, A D


49.Kingofdasouth

Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Marquinarius Holmes

I been a menace to society since when？ Since menace to society
Still refused to become a legitimate citizen quietly
Felt like my labor hidin' me but here I am anyway
I might be back to slangin' grams any day

And if this record flop well I'll be back
Wit' a bomb of heart wit' C-Rod and the squad
This whole industry's a facade, man this ain't real life
Half these rappers don't know what sacrifice feel like

Man these niggaz is all hype not even rappin' on real mics
They just get high and say whatever the fuck they feel like
They make me feel like bustin' these niggaz one at a time
And I'm still outbustin' these niggaz hoe pick a rhyme

Ay, what these other niggaz talkin', I don't believe that shit
I'm the king 'cause I said it and I mean that shit
Ay, what's so special 'bout him ay, he ain't all that shit
I set the city in fire, have you seen that shit？

Ay, what these other niggaz talkin' I don't believe that shit
I'm the king 'cause I said it and I mean that shit
Ay, what's the big deal about him？ He ain't even that shit
I set the city on fire, have you seen that shit？

It's only five rappers outta Atlanta who bustin' and I'm one of
'em
The other four, you know who you are
But if you gotta think twice well shawty you ain't nice
Regardless of your publishing deal, you can't write

I'm the best thing left blowin' breath on the mic
The King of the South nothin' else will suffice
You wanna bet？ Well put yo' budget up match the price
Me and you like putting matches to ice, you won't make it

Before I had a deal I was still butt naked
God signed this, like keeping' the Lord's promise
The truth nigga like Bennie's first LP
You can do a song with N'Sync

And couldn't outsell me
I'm a legend in my own time
A prophet in my own rhymes
A King wit' a concubine

Ay, what these other niggaz talkin', I don't believe that shit
I'm the king 'cause I said it and I mean that shit
Ay, what's so special 'bout him ay, he ain't all that shit
I set the city in fire, have you seen that shit？

Ay, what these other niggaz talkin' I don't believe that shit
I'm the king 'cause I said it and I mean that shit
Ay, what's the big deal about him？ He ain't even that shit
I set the city on fire, have you seen that shit？

Niggaz like you, a dime a dozen they come and go
So why I'm runnin' now and I ain't never run before
Grab choppers, cock 'em and blow stoppin' the show
Bet or owe 'em, droppin' the hoes, you just keep watchin' the
door

Pop 'em, watch 'em drop to the floor fluff his pockets and go
Put a quarter block on his nose and a glock in his clothes
He can keep his watches and gold for his momma to hold
She'll be there buyin' the hoes before the drama unfolds

They know shawty outta control got me hot as a stove
Puttin' holes in yo' Girbaud wettin' up yo' polos
44's and Calico's a black and a chrome
Lettin' loose and splackin' your dome hoppin' back in the
Brougham

Known for kickin' in yo' door wavin' gats in yo' home
Clearin' it out I'm sorry I ain't hearin' you out
You hearin' about the Squad pumpin' Fe in your heart
Because you know sacrifice was near and dear to your heart

Ay, what these other niggaz talkin', I don't believe that shit
I'm the king 'cause I said it and I mean that shit
Ay, what's so special 'bout him ay, he ain't all that shit
I set the city in fire, have you seen that shit？

Ay, what these other niggaz talkin' I don't believe that shit
I'm the king 'cause I said it and I mean that shit
Ay, what's the big deal about him？ He ain't even that shit
I set the city on fire, have you seen that shit？

Ay, my niggaz, y'all already know what it is
T-I-P, Grand Hustle, Pimp Squad for life nigga
Sanchez on the beat, dig this man
I'ma keep it always pimpin', I'm stayin' down

Y'all niggaz gone send yo' demos in
Get cha little motherfuckin' deal, go sell records
Nigga I got houses, I got blow, I got dro
Nigga I got hoes, nigga I got property nigga

What you wanna do nigga？ Fuck y'all niggaz
Come see about me if you don't like it
King of da God damn South
Rubberband man in this bitch, uh, oh, oh


50.Watch What You Say

Lyricist：Shawn Carter, Kevin Cates, Clifford Harris, Stephen Holdren,
Bao Quoc Pham

Karaoke
Watch what you say to me
You better watch what you say to me
Watch what you say to me
You say, I spray, hey

Watch what you say to me
You see me, you know I'm two'd up
You don't wanna see me cut the full grip
Well, watch what you say to me
Let me find out you talkin' tough in your song
When you see me you know what's up, boy, it's on

Nigga, what you say to me
You see 'cause I ain't been a fuck, nigga, never
I'm just warnin' all you, sucka niggas
Better watch what you say to me
'Cuz I'm known to make a mountain outta molehill
You don't want to get your folk killed
Well, watch what you say to me

Got a tool in my pocket and the club just rock
Watchin' these niggas while your girlfriend jockin'
They better let it go because niggas already know
That I got that thang with me and it ain't just to let it go

say yo
They ain't nobody fuck 'em, I'm thinkin I'm finna bust 'em, wait
Look up and see the police is lookin' at me
I tell C, he tell Doug, they tell KT

Pick the perfect spot to make sure that the girls see
Was watchin' off for doin' the drink, he say what？ What you
think
Then he call, from then on you can see nothin' but bottles

Remy Martin to the noggin, better bust it wide open
Ya bitch standin' here hollerin' while you lyin' on the floor,
shit
Why you feelin' sorry for him？ He asked for it
Listen, ya'll, here come the moral of the story

Watch what you say to me
You see me, you know I'm two'd up
You don't wanna see me cut the full grip
Well, watch what you say to me
Let me find out you talkin' tough in your song
When you see me you know what's up, boy, it's on

Nigga, what you say to me
You see 'cause I ain't been a fuck, nigga, never
I'm just warnin' all you, sucka niggas
Better watch what you say to me
'Cuz I'm known to make a mountain outta molehill
You don't want to get your folk killed
Well, watch what you say to me

Rap music is sudden ain't it, the way these pictures is painted
You swear these niggas is dangerous, the gangsta shit they be
sayin'
Lock 'em up in the booth with a half a 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 you like, is that the dude who said he was gonna
pop？
Niggas, get runnin' before you finish your sentence
And then they back to riffin' when they off in a safe distance

You, like you was just here, you disappeared like magicians in
thin air
I'm like damn, nigga, at least keep it consistent
I hear you debatin' me lately, I've been doin' my best to stay
hater free
Still watch what you say to me

Sooner or later I'll take you up on your offer
And put you all in your place like I'm replacing your father
You talkin' to the author, the architect of the blueprint
My DNA in your music, mothafucker, are you stupid？

Watch what you say to me
You see me, you know I'm two'd up
You don't wanna see me cut the full grip
Well, watch what you say to me
Let me find out you talkin' tough in your song
When you see me you know what's up, boy, it's on

Nigga, what you say to me
You see 'cause I ain't been a fuck, nigga, never
I'm just warnin' all you, sucka niggas
Better watch what you say to me
'Cuz I'm known to make a mountain outta molehill
You don't want to get your folk killed
Well, watch what you say to me

'Cuz I ain't never been a sucka, been gangsta my whole life
So a nigga disrespect me and it's on on sight
I hear what you say in your songs, some of it I don't like
Heat it up, I feel tried, I see you, we gon' fight

Be a man, say my name if you talkin' to me
You never said, well, I figured you ain't talkin' to me
Find out you is at the awards, well, I'll call you out in the
street
I swear I'll beat your fuckin' ass like it ought to be beat

See all that whisperin' is lame, I ain't one for the game
If I say, fuck you then it's fuck you, nigga, simple and plain
I say, no problem, it's no problem, pimp then you do the same
Now you can just swallow your pride 'cuz you know I'm off the
chain

Try to refrain from bein' violent but you come out your face
I got my lawyer paid already to catch me a case
When I feel you disrespected me I'ma get me a case
But all this shit can be avoided one way

Watch what you say to me
You see me, you know I'm two'd up
You don't wanna see me cut the full grip
Well, watch what you say to me
Let me find out you talkin' tough in your song
When you see me you know what's up, boy, it's on

Nigga, what you say to me
You see 'cause I ain't been a fuck, nigga, never
I'm just warnin' all you, sucka niggas
Better watch what you say to me
'Cuz I'm known to make a mountain outta molehill
You don't want to get your folk killed
Well, watch what you say to me


51.Touch Down

Lyricist：Jeffrey Irwin Bass, Clifford Harris, Marshall Mathers

When we touchdown
There's no need to ask me, okay
Everybody know them Southern boys love that bass
Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, Louisiana
Mississippi, Tenekeys, every muthafuckin' state

When we touchdown
Go right from the plane to the range
When we touchdown
On the private plane, gettin' brain

Till we touchdown
There ain't no way to keep 'em quiet
With T.I. and Shady, baby, we 'bout to move inside a ride
When we touchdown

When we get in town you know how we getting down
Pull a cling and hop on out, snatch all the freaks then walk on
out
I'm livin', what they talkin' 'bout？ I'm shinin' if it dark or
not
That one hundred DX double R, you'll find that in the parkin'
lot

You barkin' up the wrong tree, I do this shit for Zone 3
4, 5 and 6 as well as 1, Atlanta, I'm forever, son
Still be on whatever coast, grindin', blowin' heavy smoke
Him you better tell 'em 'fore, won't hesitate to let him go

They know I put that green light on them haters
Keep on tryin' me, I'll put that beam right on ya tater
Now you don't wanna see T.I.P. be irate
Just try to keep him in a cage but some how he keep escapin'

That's why I be on vacation, Virgin Island I be takin'
Private planes out to Spain, now keep on flyin', I ain't fakin'
The money ain't a thing, think I'm lyin', you're mistaken
You can find long lines and all kinds of bitches your way

And when we touchdown
There's no need to ask me, okay
Everybody know them Southern boys love that bass
Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, Louisiana
Mississippi, Tenekeys, every muthafuckin' state

When we touchdown
Go right from the plane to the range
When we touchdown
On the private plane, gettin' brain

Till we touchdown
There ain't no way to keep 'em quiet
With T.I. and Shady, baby, we 'bout to move inside a ride
When we touchdown

Welcome to the Midwest, yes
Where them Detroit players ball like you have no idea, the boy
is here
Got the whole place lookin' like its candy painted, ain't it？
Like we left the kids at home and just let 'em loose with the
crayons

Fuck, I just hit a jogger, people lookin' like frogger
They Hoppin' out the way whenever they see Marshall's car comin'
The kids painted my windows with black, permanent marker
And left the rest of the car color cover like swirl pops

And I got the bass thumpin' but I'm bound to bump into something
Kids are flyin' through the air, lookin' like they're crumpin'
The way they're tumbling I gotta do something
But soon as I hit the car wash to get the tar off
Then it's right back at it tomorrow

They're like dead, this is in so get with the trend
This is for the pimps listenin' to me, nail polish on the rims
And now it's custom chrome but I gotta go do a show
So go on with your bad self, just have it back to normal

When I touch down
There's no need to ask me, okay
Everybody know them Southern boys love that bass
Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, Louisiana
Mississippi, Tenekeys, every muthafuckin' state

When we touchdown
Go right from the plane to the range
When we touchdown
On the private plane, gettin' brain

Till we touchdown
There ain't no way to keep 'em quiet
With T.I. and Shady, baby, we 'bout to move inside a ride
When we touchdown

From my arrival until my departure
Guarantee I put this D I C K in somebody daughter, aye
I still have my way with the ladies across the water
Flew to Paris from Haiti, just some shit that I thought of

It's ironic kind of shit that we buy, man
Make us psychotical threat to corporate America
Then why they runnin' from me？

How could they be so ignorant？ Look at what hip hop den done
It's allowed us to run a business, legimitated our monies
Got us out the ghettos and relocated out mommies
I made it all the way here, ain't no way you takin' it from me

So excuse me, Oprah, honey, I'm sorry, really I promise
But niggas, bitches and hoes do exist, I'm just bein' honest
But that am I bein' punished, why are you so astonished？
Now I ain't got a degree, just intelligence in abundance

So you ain't gotta like me, I know millions of folks who love me
You can see it how they yellin' and screamin and waitin' for me

When I touchdown
There's no need to ask me, okay
Everybody know them Southern boys love that bass
Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, Louisiana
Mississippi, Tenekeys, every muthafuckin' state

When we touchdown
Go right from the plane to the range
When we touchdown
On the private plane, gettin' brain

Till we touchdown
There ain't no way to keep 'em quiet
With T.I. and Shady, baby, we 'bout to move inside a ride
When we touchdown


52.Whatever You Live

Lyricist：Clifford Harris, James Scheffer, David Siegel, K.v.
Washington

Stacks on deck, Patrón on ice
And we can pop bottles all night
Baby, you could have whatever you like
I said, you could have whatever you like

Yeah, late night sex so wet, it's so tight
A gas of a jet for you tonight
Baby, you could go where ever you like
I said you could go where ever you like, yeah

Anytime you want to pick up the telephone
You know it ain't nothin' to drop a couple stacks on you
Wanted you could get it my dear
Five million dollar home, drop Bentley's, I swear

Yeah, I want'cho body, I need yo body
Long as you got me you won't need nobody
You want it I got it, go, get it, I buy it
Tell 'em other broke niggas be quiet

Stacks on deck, Patrón on ice
And we can pop bottles all night
Baby, you could have whatever you like
I said, you could have whatever you like

Yeah, late night sex, so wet, it's so tight
A gas of a jet for you tonight
Baby, you could go where ever you like
I said you could go where ever you like, yeah

Shawty, you da hottest of the way you drop it
Brain so good
(Good)
School you went to college
Hundred deposit, vacations hit the tropics
'Cause errbody know it ain't trickin' if ya got it

Ya need to never ever gotta go to yo wallet
Long as I got rubber band banks in my pocket
Five six, adds with rims and a pocket kit
Ya ain't gotta downgrade, you can get what I get

My chick could have what she want
And goin' every store for any bag she want
And know she ain't never had a man like that
To buy you anything ya own desire I that

Yeah, I want'cho body, I need yo body
Long as you got me you won't need nobody
You want it, I got it, go, get it, I buy it
Tell 'em other broke niggas be quiet

Stacks on deck, Patrón on ice
And we can pop bottles all night
Baby, you could have whatever you like
I said, you could have whatever you like

Yeah, late night sex, so wet, it's so tight
A gas of a jet for you tonight
Baby, you could go where ever you like
I said you could go where ever you like, yeah

Rize in big boy ice
Let me put this big boy in yo life
Thang, get so wet, ya hit so right
Let me put this big boy in yo life

That's right, yeah I want'cho body, I need yo body
Long as you got me you won't need nobody
You want it I got it, go get it I buy it
Tellem other broke niggas be quiet

Stacks on deck, Patrón on ice
And we can pop bottles all night
Baby, you could have whatever you like
I said, you could have whatever you like

Yeah, late night sex, so wet, it's so tight
A gas of a jet for you tonight
Baby, you could go where ever you like
I said you could go where ever you like, yeah


53.You Ain't Missing Nothing

Lyricist：Christopher Gholson, Clifford Harris, Jason A Lewis, Jason A.
Lewis, Julio Miranda

Ay, say, pimp
This to er'body strecthed out behind the wall
Countin' days on they calendar, flippin' pages month to month
Ay, man, I'ont give a damn how other folks treat ya, man
I just wanna, I wanna let ya know, pimp
Y'een missin' nothin', homeboy, real talk

I know the time seem long, just try and keep strong
Put on ya headphones and rewind this song
Remember you ain't missin' nothin', homes
I promise you ain't missin' nothin', homes

Hey, just know the club on hold and the broad's on pause
You get home, it's gon' be waitin' on y'all
So dawg, just know fa real you ain't missin' nothin', homes
I promise you ain't missin' nothin', homes

On er'ythang, my uncle did a decade
Came home, hit the ground runnin' gettin' paid
Like he never did a day
Hit the streets niggas still in the same place they was
'Fore he went in the chain gang and doin' the same thing

'Cuz the game go on, you only do two days in the joint
The day you get locked up and the day you go home
I know it feel like the world passin' you by
Like shit happenin' everyday out there that you'ont know 'bout

E'rytime you call home ya baby mama show out
And ya pat'nas don't even send you flicks from when they go out
But don't worry bout it or stress it 'cuz shawty, know what？
The time do itself, all you gotta do is show up

Keep layin' down, wakin' up and thankin' the Lord
And 'fo you know it they gon' open the doors, true story
Just prepare yourself for it, if you ain't got a plan
What you need with a second chance？ Shit, you gon' blow it

Learn and visualize what you tryna do
And do the time, homeboy, don't let the time do you
They say the time just flew in the streets
Hard to believe from in there but you'll see
Soon as you on the streets

I know the time seem long, just try and keep strong
Put on ya headphones and rewind this song
Remember you ain't missin' nothin', homes
I promise you ain't missin' nothin', homes

Hey, just know the club on hold and the broad's on pause
You get home, it's gon' be waitin' on y'all
So dawg, just know fa real you ain't missin' nothin', homes
I promise you ain't missin' nothin', homes

Probably thinkin' easy for me to say from here in the booth
But they showed you, they'll put me in there with you
Right now locked down in the state of the feds, lay in the bed
Playin' this over and over as you say in ya head

Yeah, next time I'ma be straight
Just count down to my release date, piece of cake
My nigga Cap right now servin' a life sentence
For a murder he committed in his self defense

And in such good spirits shawty ain't even trippin'
And I could be right in there with him, no bullshittin'
He on his ninth year now just waitin' to get out
Got me thinkin' my shit ain't even worth complainin' about

'Cuz it can still be worse fa sho'
So you waitin' on me to lose hope you got to kill me first
I talked to my nigga, Big Meech
Had to tell him the streets miss him
Just as much as he miss the streets

Had to let him know whenever he released
We hittin' the club like '03, this time it's on me
Yeah, we laugh, reminisce for a minute and then
I tell him just know ain't nobody ever did it as Big

It'll never be the same in this city again
Closest you'll get is me and Jeezy and them
So dawg, if it seem like you left behind, ten steps behind
Just know it only get better with time, fa real

I know the time seem long, just try and keep strong
Put on ya headphones and rewind this song
Remember you ain't missin' nothin', homes
I promise you ain't missin' nothin', homes

Hey, just know the club on hold and the broad's on pause
You get home, it's gon' be waitin' on y'all
So dawg, just know fa real you ain't missin' nothin', homes
I promise you ain't missin' nothin', homes


54.Look What I Got

Lyricist：Aldrin Davis, Clifford Joseph Harris

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
You think them niggaz is hot
Well shawty look what I got
You think I'm lying nigga look what I got

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Shawty look what I got
Ay, pimpin' look what I got, look what I got
My nigga look what I got

Big wheels still spin when I stop
Presidential roll, gold Rolex watch with no rocks
I save them for the pinky keep you niggaz blinkin'
He ain't wearin' platinum, naw but I keep you niggaz thinking

Mink seats sure to keep a nigga sinkin'
Swear he ain't slangin' but I know that nigga creepin'
Got a condo, in Orlando for the weekend
Homes be so crunk in the club we gotta sneak in

No more room in the V.I.P they payin' just to peek in
When they leave they be lookin' in a car they can't even see in
And that's just the beginning in the city that he in
He were rappin' in the cafeteria but now that nigga serious

Heard he got a CL, a EXT on Spreewells
Several Chevy's on 24's, how many records he sell？
Man I don't know but he got a label now them boys, the PSC, hell
I heard Atlantic gave 'em a deal for 2 or 3 mill

Look what I got a old school, a truck and a drop
So next time you think them niggaz is hot, shawty, look what I
got
The respect of the niggaz and G's
So next time you say them niggaz is G's, you probably lookin' at
me

A what, we ballin' bought the bar for the broads
So next time you think them niggaz is hard, shawty, look at the
squad
I'm buyin' yachts, have the streets on lock
So next time you think yo' peeps on top, pimpin', look what I
got

I'm well known in the hood like the dope man phone number
Roll anything I can throw some 24's under
Nigga talk bad 'bout the man but I sho wonder
Why the dope boys fuck with 'em and the hoes love 'em

Very little promotions on this album, never heard of 'em
But it's jammin' like the fuck was jumpin' out the stores
'Cause I was born in the raid and I'm made in the streets
I done played in the days in the shade in the streets

I say I rapped in the trap with the best in the streets
I shot craps in the back you know the rest, nigga please
You doin' business with me you best invest in some skills
I sell slopes of snow I don't fuck with little blow nigga

Got 80 K's, gone take a little more
To double up and bring it back and make a little more
And movin' slow, now what you take a nigga for？
I'ma cock hammers and 44's and nail yo ass to the floor

And I ain't braggin', I'm just letting niggaz know
'Cause the media and radio can get a nigga so fucked up
Comparin' me to these niggaz little flow I do a song
Fuck up they whole little show

Look what I got a old school, a truck and a drop
So next time you think them niggaz is hot, shawty, look what I
got
The respect of the niggaz and G's
So next time you say them niggaz is G's, you probably lookin' at
me

A what, we ballin' bought the bar for the broads
So next time you think them niggaz is hard, shawty, look at the
squad
I'm buyin' yachts, have the streets on lock
So next time you think yo' peeps on top, pimpin', look what I
got


55.I Still Luv You

Lyricist：Victor Carstarphen, Clifford Harris, Nicholaus Loftin, Gene
Mcfadden, John Whitehead

Don't hate me shawty
But even if you hate me shawty
I still love you
And now I only wish that you could
See that my intentions were good
I still love you

Don't hate me shawty
But even if you hate me shawty
I still love you
And now I only wish that you could
See that my intentions were good
I still love you

Forgave me once, forgave me twice, forgave me three times
I stayed lyin', you stayed down in the meantime
Had my son and turned around and had another one
I broke yo heart when I told you bout the other one

I stay in trouble ha？ Ain't got too much to lose
Knew I could lose it all but never thought of losin' you
Eleven years ago I still regret me choosin' you
Meetin' you, pursuin' you and doin' you in '92

You fixed plates, showed yo face at every courtdate
And all you wanted me to do was call when I was out late
How could I let you go？ I thought I knew it all
When you deserved the best and more, you been through it all

So you think I sold yo dreams, but what I say I mean
Just take it to consideration, I was 17
I'm still the same man, just had a change of plan
Never ask you back and fuck a wedding band but I still love you

Don't hate me shawty
But even if you hate me shawty
I still love you
And now I only wish that you could
See that my intentions were good
I still love you

Don't hate me shawty
But even if you hate me shawty
Hey, I still love you
And now I only wish that you could
See that my intentions were good
I still love you

Went from resentin' you, hatin' you, now I'm missin' you
On the realest shit I ever dropped, listen pops
I never even thought, to ask my mom what happened
Just knew that you was livin' in Manhattan and I was trappin'

We never had a chance, we was in different states
But I'll forgive it, you was human and we make mistakes
You tried to make it up, but shit, you couldn't pay enough
You sent me tons of toys and clothes thinkin' you gave enough

But it wasn't though, and you wasn't there
That's all I knew, so I grew up thinkin' you ain't care
I know it wasn't fair, but ay, it wasn't fun
But now what's done is done, no matter wha, I'm still yo son

I could care less if none of yo other children come
I'ma be right there prayin' you live to be a million one
Finally I understand, hustlin', livin' fast
Tryin' to get the cash and settle down and be a dad

You probably never knew, 'cuz hey, I never said it
But pops, I'm just like you, I'm stubborn and I'm hardheaded
But now you dead in the ground, no meanin' tellin' you now
But all I wanted was for you to be proud and I still love you

Don't hate me shawty
If I ain't told you lately shawty
I still love you
Now, I only wish that I could
See that yo intentions were good
I still love you

Don't hate me shawty
Please don't hate me shawty
Ay, I still love you
And now I only wish that I could
See that yo intentions were good
And I still love you

How could I criticize my daddy on that last verse？
Lookin' at my own dirt, you got some nerve
But be that as it may, I got some shit to say
It's been a secret, I can't keep it for another day

I got a lil' girl, not just two lil' boys
And that's been killin' me inside, eatin' me alive
And I can't find the words, nor the nouns or verbs
To express whachu deserve, girl you worth the world

But I'm a man and I ain't perfect, if you hear me now
I'll tell you wha had happened, when, why, where, how
Me and yo mama met, we kinda kicked it off
But we wasn't 'posed to have a baby, we just chillin' out

We had a lot in common, almost the same sign
Same goals, said thangs at the same time
But then we destroyed the situation like a changed mind
How could I look her in her eyes and holla dat ain't mine

Her stomach gettin' bigger, and time is gettin' close
Six, seven, eight, nine months and I ain't told mah folks
Not just Messiah mama, hell, I had told yo granny
Three kids in two years, baby, daddy had it

But I ain't ashamed of you, I'm more ashamed of me
It's not at all yo fault, you'd be better off blamin' me
But now I realize, where the problem lies
Forgive me babygirl, I apologize and I still love you

Don't hate me shawty
Please, don't hate me, shawty
'Cuz I still love you
Now I only wish that you could
See that my intentions were good
Baby, I still love you

Don't hate me, shawty
Please, don't hate me, Shawty
Hey, I still love you
Now I only wish that you could
See that my intentions were good
Baby, I still love you
I'm done with you


56.King of da South

Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Marquinarius Holmes

I been a menace to society
Since when, since menace to society
Still refused to become a legitimate citizen quietly
Felt like my labor hidin' me
But here I am anyway I might be back to slangin' grams any day
And if this record flop well I'll be back wit' a bomb of heart
Wit' C-Rod and the squad this whole industry's a facade
Man this ain't real life

Half these rappers don't know what sacrifice feel like
Man these niggaz is all hype, not even rappin' on real mics
They just get high and say whatever the fuck they feel like
They make me feel like bustin' these niggaz one at a time
And I'm still outbustin' these niggaz hoe pick a rhyme

Ay, what these other niggaz talkin' I don't believe that shit
I'm the king 'cause I said it and I mean that shit
Ay, what's so special 'bout him ay, he ain't all that shit
I set the city in fire have you seen that shit？

Ay, what these other niggaz talkin' I don't believe that shit
I'm the king 'cause I said it and I mean that shit
Ay, what's the big deal about him, he ain't even that shit
I set the city on fire have you seen that shit？

It's only five rappers outta Atlanta who bustin' and I'm one of
'em
The other four, you know who you are
But if you gotta think twice well shawty you ain't nice
Regardless of your publishing deal you can't write
I'm the best thing left blowin' breath on the mic
The king of the south nothin' else will suffice

You wanna bet？ Well put yo' budget up
Match the price me and you like putting matches to ice
You won't make it
Before I had a deal I was still butt naked
God signed this, like keeping' the Lord's promise
The truth nigga like Beenie's first LP
You can do a song with N'Sync and couldn't outsell me
I'm a legend in my own time a prophet in my own rhymes
A king wit' a concubine

Ay, what these other niggaz talkin' I don't believe that shit
I'm the king 'cause I said it and I mean that shit
Ay, what's so special 'bout him ay, he ain't all that shit
I set the city in fire have you seen that shit？

Ay, what these other niggaz talkin' I don't believe that shit
I'm the king 'cause I said it and I mean that shit
Ay, what's the big deal about him, he ain't even that shit
I set the city on fire have you seen that shit？

Niggaz like you, a dime a dozen they come and go
So why I'm runnin' now and I ain't never run before
Grab choppers, cock 'em and blow
Stoppin' the show bet or owe 'em, droppin' the hoes
You just keep watchin' the door

Pop 'em, watch 'em drop to the floor fluff his pockets and go
Put a quarter block on his nose and a glock in his clothes
He can keep his watches and gold for his momma to hold
She'll be there buyin' the hoes before the drama unfolds
They know shawty outta control got me hot as a stove

Puttin' holes in yo' Girbaud wettin' up yo' polos
44's and Callico's a black and a chrome
Lettin' loose and splackin' your dome
Hoppin' back in the Brougham
Known for kickin' in yo' door wavin' gats in yo' home
Clearin' it out I'm sorry I ain't hearin' you out
You hearin' about the squad pumpin' Fe in your heart
Because you know sacrifice was near and dear to your heart

Ay, what these other niggaz talkin' I don't believe that shit
I'm the king 'cause I said it and I mean that shit
Ay, what's so special 'bout him ay, he ain't all that shit
I set the city in fire have you seen that shit？

Ay, what these other niggaz talkin' I don't believe that shit
I'm the king 'cause I said it and I mean that shit
Ay, what's the big deal about him, he ain't even that shit
I set the city on fire have you seen that shit？

Ay, my niggaz y'all already know what it is
T-I-P, Grand Hustle, Pimp Squad for life nigga
Sanchez on the beat, dig this man
I'ma keep it always pimpin' I'm stayin' down
Y'all niggaz gone send yo' demos in
Get cha little motherfuckin' deal

Go sell records
Nigga I got houses, I got blow, I got dro
Nigga I got hoes, nigga I got property nigga
What you wanna do nigga？
Fuck y'all niggaz
Come see about me if you don't like it
King of da goddamn south
Rubberband man in this bitch
Uh, oh, uh, oh


57.Told You So

Lyricist：Clifford Joseph Harris, Keith Mc Masters

Grand Hustle Pimp, hey, what's happenin' shorty？
Me being a true player and all
I mean you know as a stand up guy you know
I really hate to say I told you so, man I told you so

Back when we said we were goin to run this shit man
When we said Pimp Squad Click, Grand Hustle was the business
When we said their was a whole 'nother side of Atlanta
A 'nother bunch of motherfuckers in the trap, y'all didnt know

Man, I told you so
They thought a pimp wasn't s'posed to blow
Because I was rappin' about moving O's and blow
Pimp I told you so

They thought that Outkast closed the door
Ludacris came in and sold his 4？ Man, I told you so
The Mac, C-Rod, Kuntry and Dro
And AK had the coldest flow, nigga, I told you so

I said the future was right up under your nose
You thought the south wouldn't explode no more
Remember, I told you so

Way back when Kriss-Kross was hollering, 'Jump', on ya tube
They was still gettin' jumped at school, we used to tote them
tools
Don't get me wrong I'll give respect to them dudes
But approach us wrong and we'll smoke them fools

Ain't no joke it's the truth, fuck a hater, let 'em do what it
do
I'm busy now, but I'll be through in a few and then I'm coming
for you
So keep shit talking like it's something to do
I'll spend a 100 grand get a killer something to do

I've been hustlin' since 92' when I heard UGK
Hollering 'Pocket Full of Stones', I was on my way
Had a history in the yay, before I started to trap
At 13, let me take you back farther than that

When my uncles was baggin' blocks, used to count the stacks
I was only 8, my grand-daddy can vouch for that
And my pops had a lot of work, a lot of folk he got 'em work
And ran numbers, said if he ain't wanna, he ain't gotta work

Why I sold rocks？ I guess, I got from pops
The nigga you hear now the same one from off the old block
Who used to stand on Front St. and get off the old block

Man, I told you so
They thought a pimp wasn't s'posed to blow
Because I was rappin' about moving O's and blow
Pimp I told you so

They thought that Outkast closed the door
Ludacris came in and sold his 4？ Man, I told you so
The Mac, C-Rod, Kuntry and Dro
And AK had the coldest flow, nigga, I told you so

I said the future was right up under your nose
You thought the south wouldn't explode no more
Remember, I told you so

I remember the PSC, Killer Mike, David Banner
And me and YoungBloodz, ran through Atlanta with heat
When even Atlanta was sleep, nigga, back before you heard of me
I was middle man into serving keys when KC was serving 3

I'm on top 'cause I deserved to be
So simmer down, calm your nerves at least
Speak your words with peace
Before you lay out on the curb deceased

Think about it, it's absurd to beef, I took my songs to street
He told me dope boy was the bomb in the street
Since then my name rang like alarms in the street
Who knew how long it would be？

If only L.A. knew how wrong he could be
I told you ain't nobody stronger than me

Man, I told you so
They thought a pimp wasn't s'posed to blow
Because I was rappin' about moving O's and blow
Pimp I told you so

They thought that Outkast closed the door
Ludacris came in and sold his 4？ Man, I told you so
The Mac, C-Rod, Kuntry and Dro
And AK had the coldest flow, nigga, I told you so

I said the future was right up under your nose
You thought the south wouldn't explode no more
Remember, I told you so

This southern rap shit of the day is something I helped design
Puerto Rico of the mix show I'll let you know who the next in
line
Alot of other niggaz shouldn't of even been signed

That's a opinion of mine 'cause these niggaz be neglecting the
grind
Ain't waiting on nobody to let me shine, I'ma go get me mine
And then they wonder why they checks behind
'Cause TIP was 20k？ back in the day, need me to press rewind

What be on these niggaz mind？ Man, don't get me to lyin'
I seen ya kind, dopeboy and that ain't even ya kind
Ain't never sold a gram of crack and ain't no need of ya tryin'
Back in the trap, pimp I don't see him survivin'

Man, I told you so
They thought a pimp wasn't s'posed to blow
Because I was rappin' about moving O's and blow
Pimp, I told you so

They thought that Outkast closed the door
Ludacris came in and sold his 4？ Man, I told you so
The Mac, C-Rod, Kuntry and Dro
And AK had the coldest flow, nigga, I told you so

I said the future was right up under your nose
You thought the south wouldn't explode no more
Remember, I told you so


58.You Know Who

Lyricist：Solomon Burke, Solomon V Sr Burke, Tony Galvin, Clifford
Harris

Alright man, y'all win
I won't say it, at least for this song, hey

I said they lookin' for the realest, well, I'm real as it get
Rap to the nigga dealin' hard who live in the 'jects
'Til some better nigga wit her, ain't delivered 'em yet
My mouth is, but I got a pistol bigger than that

I live and die by my respect so I honor the code
Peep niggaz who be out here flexin', stuntin' for hoes
And if you ain't never chose to remember nothin' before
Just know the game is some you win and some you don't

But you already begin again, start, it go
Learn to shoot a pistol, flip a O, how hard it go
Man, if you ain't ever heard of Pimp Squad before
You better ask a real nigga or a broad you know

'Cause you ain't ready for the pros, get it outta ya brain
You in over your head, way out of your lane
I been sayin' I'm filthy rich and got it from Caine
So would you say them niggaz know if they done got it the same,
right？

'Cause you know who, you know what
Of the you know where, goin' against us, too unfair
'Cause everywhere you do a show, we got kinfolk there
And now you know I ain't no more, not a tin folk there

It's you know who, you know what
Of the you know where, beef now don't you go there
And if you do, do not use our copy producers, he won't care
If he leave the hood alone, pimpin' he won't share man

I know you think you out there gettin' it in
But whatcha doin', I done did it once and did it again
I had a trap between runnin' while living in sin
He done settlin' down, turnin' nine million or ten

I give a damn if I never sell a million again
I gotta thank you a million for just lettin' me in
But now I'm settlin' in, gettin' used to the view
On top, won't stop 'til I'm huger than you

Gon' flop？ Who？ Me, pimp you losin' your screws
We gotta dope if you lettin' niggaz shoot into you
No, you ain't ready for the shit I'm introducin' to you
The roof in the back of the park ain't translucent as you

So now your nigga dressin' up, man, do what you do
I got style, pimp, it's more than just the suit and the shoe
This been proven, I'm the truth, stamp government seal
I'm more than any of these other niggaz
Just Southern with deals, for real

'Cause you know who, you know what
Of the you know where, goin' against us, too unfair
'Cause everywhere you do a show, we got kinfolk there
And now you know I ain't no more, not a tin folk there

It's you know who, you know what
Of the you know where, beef now don't you go there
And if you do, do not use our copy producers, he won't care
If he leave the hood alone, pimpin' he won't share man


59.Live In The Sky

Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Keith Mc Masters

What's happenin' man？ This TIP, you know？
I'd like to dedicate this song to
Anybody who done ever lost somebody
To the grave, to the streets, to the jail cell

I done been in situations where I had
To cope with all three, you know what I'm sayin'？
I feel like the only thing I ain't done yet is died, you know？
But it ain't how I live while I'm here
It's how I live when I leave, ya dig？

Life's ups and downs they come and go
But when I die, I hope I live in the sky
All my folks who ain't alive, I hope they live in the sky
Pray to God when I die, that I live in the sky

It's true what goes around, comes back you know
So when I die I hope I live in the sky
All my folks who ain't survive, may they live in the sky
Tell God, I wanna fly, let me live in the sky

My cousin Toot ain't have to die, right in front of his son and
his wife
He lost his life struggling over a gun
Give a damn what he done, that's my motherfuckin' folk
And I love that nigga to death, no motherfuckin' joke

I can feel my eyes fillin', the Lord is my witness
If I catch 'em, I'ma kill 'em, I made it my business
Back in the day, you stayed in my business
Taught me I ain't have to incorporate yay in my business

Coincidentally, that's why today you not wit me
My cousin died over some yay, and I miss him
Plus he had his family out, let's say she the eye witness
But her boyfriend did the shootin', judge gave her life sentence

I heard that, now I'm dressed up in all black
Shot up the whole apartment's, he still ain't brought back
The best friend I had in Jamel, I lost that
Guess ya death was a lesson in life, it taught me that

Life's ups and downs they come and go
But when I die, I hope I live in the sky
All my folks who ain't alive, I hope they live in the sky
Pray to God when I die, that I live in the sky

It's true what goes around, comes back you know
So when I die I hope I live in the sky
All my folks who ain't survive, may they live in the sky
Tell God, I wanna fly, and let me live in the sky

Never seen a nigga go to jail and sleep til day two
Well that's how sick I was when Jayrue
Found out the hard way that was powder they were tootin'
Over-dosed on heroin, died at 22

If you ain't heard about your daughter, she smile just like you
So cute, even resorts to violence like you
You know your baby momma loose, but ha, what can you do
And I got for myself, yuh, it's been a few

Now everything I do is for King, Messiah, Dazasha, Demonte
Tell the Lord they all I've got, so please don't take them from
me
From me standin' in the trap wit qerin and sir kap
Laughin' at the niggaz who serve with no strap

Tell them niggaz, man, y'all trippin' with no maps
Get robbed, and that's the part of my pistol ain't no help
Me, you and the crew just fell out over dough and a lil' crack
Never could apologize 'cause you died, that's why they say that

Life's ups and downs they come and go
But when I die, I hope I live in the sky
All my folks who ain't alive, I hope they live in the sky
Pray to God when I die, that I live in the sky

It's true what goes around, comes back you know
So when I die I hope I live in the sky
All my folks who ain't survive, may they live in the sky
Tell God, I wanna fly, and let me live in the sky

I bet you niggaz think I'm livin' it up
'Til you see polices laughin' as they pickin' me up
Went from seeing how many bitches I can fit in the truck
To three hots and a cot, is you kiddin' or what？

Fuck how many millions I got, nigga, so what if I'm hot
When I got prices on my head, Feds rushin' my spot
A million haters want me dead, forced to carry a gat
But you's a seven-time felon, what you doin' wit that？

It's a Catch-22, either you lose or you lose
That's the way the game structured, for real, niggaz to suffer
And I ain't neva been a buster, always stood on my feet
Like a man prepared to take whatever coming for me

A pussy nigga or polices with a warrant for me
I'm a G, prepared to die for what's important to me
Look anybody in the eye who say he want it wit me
Put up the house and bet the odds if it's comin' from me

OG's say I need to learn to be patient
You telling me with these seven years of probation
Pistol charges and a host of other open cases
If niggaz only knew the kind of time I was facin'

I tried to keep it to myself, but sometimes I couldn't take it
Got four kids, the smiles on they faces
Mean more to me than my crown and my bracelet
Take that away from me, and my life is butt naked

Life's ups and downs they come and go
But when I die, I hope I live in the sky
All my folks who ain't alive, I hope they live in the sky
Pray to God when I die, that I live in the sky

It's true what goes around, comes back you know
So when I die I hope I live in the sky
All my folks who ain't survive, may they live in the sky
Tell God, I wanna fly, and let me live in the sky

Aye man, I'd like to dedicate this song to my cousin Toot
Alahondro Jamera Morgan man, I miss the shit out of you my nigga
Also I'd like to dedicate this to my homeboy Jayrue
Jamar Hendrix what's happenin'？
What it is nigga, PSC for life and death
And my lil' homeboy Poncho, and my lil' homeboy Rico
I shed tears writin' this song homeboy, that's real talk man

Ayee I wanna live in the sky, sky, sky
Hey let me live in the sky, sky
Pray to God that I live in the sky, sky, sky

I want to live in the sky
I want to live in the sky
I want to live in the sky
Why can't we live in the sky, the sky？


60.Big Shit 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 shit poppin' and little shit stoppin'
Big shit poppin' and little shit stoppin'
Big shit poppin' and little shit stoppin'
Ball on these niggas, bein' broke is 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 shit poppin' and little shit stoppin'
Big shit poppin' and little shit stoppin'
Big shit poppin' and little shit stoppin'
Ball on these niggas, bein' broke is not an option

Now do it to the maximum, take it while you askin' 'em
Don't listen to them suckers when they say you too irrational
I said I was 'King' and them lames started laughin' and
Same suckers 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'
Nigga 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 'caine, 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 shit poppin' and little shit stoppin'
Big shit poppin' and little shit stoppin'
Big shit poppin' and little shit stoppin'
Ball on these niggas, bein' broke is 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 that pistol nigga, who you think you fin' to scare？
Twenty rounds of missiles'll have you pissin' in your underwear
I tote about 40 cal 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 nigga, I could get a hundred on the tab
Sell 'em all, double down, nigga do the math
Think I won't pull up in something with 200 on the dash？

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 shit poppin' and little shit stoppin'
Big shit poppin' and little shit stoppin'
Big shit poppin' and little shit stoppin'
Ball on these niggas, bein' broke is not an option

Now I do it like I wanna do it, do that shit in front of you
Real nigga vision pimpin', I ain't seein' none of you
I do it for my nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 shit poppin' and little shit stoppin'
Big shit poppin' and little shit stoppin'
Big shit poppin' and little shit stoppin'
Ball on these niggas, bein' broke is not an option
Now do it


61.Raw

Lyricist：Clifford J Harris, Darwin Cordale Quinn

Aye, you niggas ain't raw
I don't buy none of that bullshit you tellin' me
King you'll never be

I can see you niggas ain't raw
Hell, no, give a damn who you go and get
Real niggas know it

We can notice that you niggas ain't raw
Even though that you suppose to be down with so and so
You still the same lame from a year ago

I know you ain't raw
You ain't graduated with the gladiators
You're just practice for the young assassinators
Aye, you know you ain't raw

Fuck the shit you tellin' them, I know he ain't
He ain't no competitor, that shit there ain't scarin' us
You bought yourself a slaughterer and a coffin's what you headed
for
You didn't wanna die, well, nigga, what you pull a weapon for？

Jackin', we the niggas all ya'll ho bitches checkin' for
And ain't nobody real niggas would rather hear instead of
You don't know how to shine it up, bein that I sell it up
Lot of niggas do it, don't nobody do as well as us

Hit 'em with the chopper, chest and up, bet I wet ya up
Let ya partner get ya up, ain't nobody catchin' up
But this some shit, I'm dyin' to receive a lethal injection for

King of the whole thing, fuck whoever stepping up
Give a damn who left behind or care about who catchin' up
Long as I'm alive the second best you'll have to settle for
Come on now, you really think you better bro？

Aye, you niggas ain't raw
I don't buy none of that bullshit you tellin' me
King you'll never be

I can see you niggas ain't raw
Hell, no, give a damn who you go and get
Real niggas know it

We can notice that you niggas ain't raw
Even though that you suppose to be down with so and so
You still the same lame from a year ago

I know you ain't raw
You ain't graduated with the gladiators
You're just practice for the young assassinators
Aye, you know you ain't raw

I got both friends blowin' on a boat just goin'
This bitch, his bitch, and your bitch blowin'
Young pimpin', get dough in like his last name Conin
My fan base spread and the shit kept growin'

Now I got me getting head in the vessel of the G4 again
Hook a hustle up with investors and there he go again
Twenty million later I'm guessin' it's finally soakin' in
At best you just a hater who mad at me 'cuz he broke again

Sellin' all ya jewelry, considerin' of sellin' dope again
'Cuz he who's ballin' outta control, is supposed to be focusin'
Wanna be the king by default, they hopin' for openings
Pray they see the day they hear me say I'll never flow again

But, oh contraire I guarantee in one year
After another they'll suffer as long as I'm here
Fear no man alive, I don't care
You don't run shit, nigga, be clear

Aye, you niggas ain't raw
I don't buy none of that bullshit you tellin' me
King you'll never be

I can see you niggas ain't raw
Hell, no, give a damn who you go and get
Real niggas know it

We can notice that you niggas ain't raw
Even though that you suppose to be down with so and so
You still the same lame from a year ago

I know you ain't raw
You ain't graduated with the gladiators
You're just practice for the young assassinators
Aye, you know you ain't raw

Aye, you niggas ain't raw
I don't buy none of that bullshit you tellin' me
King you'll never be

I can see you niggas ain't raw
Hell, no, give a damn who you go and get
Real niggas know it

We can notice that you niggas ain't raw
Even though that you suppose to be down with so and so
You still the same lame from a year ago

I know you ain't raw
You ain't graduated with the gladiators
You're just practice for the young assassinators
Aye, you know you ain't raw

Aye, you niggas ain't raw
I can see you niggas ain't raw
We can notice that you niggas ain't raw
I know you ain't raw


62.The Greatest

Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Byron Thomas

Diamonds in my bracelet shine like a Kodak flash
Just motivation for these freaky hoes to show that ass, nigga
I pop tags on a throwback fast
Nigga please, I'm wearin' these when I cut my grass, freeze

All you niggaz wanna touch my cash
The 40 cal's in the stash, and when I touch I blast
Television's in the dash, suede roof in the Coupe
I'm the one nigga, young niggaz knew it's the truth

And the dumb niggaz I ain't done provin' it to
Come with a clique of guerrillas like I hung at a zoo
I gotta bitch to pull bitches like she one of the crew
Now a buncha broads in the back bustin' it loose

Do it free for me and charge you a hundred or two
Top floor in the presidential with a wonderful view
Yeah, I'm rich, but I ain't just talkin' I live like this
You couldn't get water out the faucet as clear as my Cris

Pimpin' y'all ain't heard that latest？
Ay it's the best of the best
Young pimpin' on a record with Fresh
I drive Chevys, fuck Mercedes

Hopped out the new CL V12, got in the blue SS
And I'm leavin' witcha ladies
I got a beautiful bitch, pursuin' ya bitch
Next thing ya know, ya losin' ya bitch, pimp

Y'all niggaz give it up I'm the greatest
Ay, I'm the greatest, ay, I'm the greatest, ay
Pimpin' I'm the greatest

It's been a long time since you seen a nigga like me
In a pair of Gucci sneakers, jeans and a white tee
Extravagant and outa control, I might be
But I'm makin' 50k on the road a night G

Rocks in my ring, big as cubes in ya ice tea
I used to dream 'bout a Benz now I own like 3
I gotta wine-colored V, with the wine-colored V
And reclined leather seats, I ain't lyin' on my beats

You can tell I'm gettin' money how I shine in the streets
Blowin' on the best pine you can find in the streets
Rappers wastin' they time if they trying to compete
They records sales declinin' when mine hit the streets

I got the fine freaks starin', 'cus my time piece glarin'
When the light hit the carrats, got they eyes lookin' Chinese
You'll run yourself raggedy tryna out shine me
No matter whatcha do, you're two steps behind me

Pimpin' y'all ain't heard that latest？
Ay it's the best of the best
Young pimpin' on a record with Fresh
I drive Chevys, fuck Mercedes

Hopped out the new CL V12, got in the blue SS
And I'm leavin' witcha ladies
I got a beautiful bitch, pursuin' ya bitch
Next thing ya know, ya losin' ya bitch, pimp

Y'all niggaz give it up I'm the greatest
Ay, I'm the greatest, ay, I'm the greatest, ay
Pimpin' I'm the greatest

A smooth attitude enable me to ball outrageous
Nigga fuck you paid me, I'm all outta favors
What Grand Hustle got ain't a motherfucker gave us
A motherfuckin' thing, but ain't a motherfucker played us

You gotta mil' that's a small percentage
The way ya record deal structured
You only get a small percentage
I gotta Magnum with a magnum in it
Play station and a plasma in it

Sittin' on 20 inches and it's tinted
Gotta hemi nothin' faster than it
The 50 Gs'll pass you in it, get real
Gotta Chevy more expensive than that Jag you rented

Excuse me, but let Young Pimpin' brag a minute
Gotta bottle of Louie and a flock of groupies hotter than Rudy
Lickin' me dry when I get out the jacuzzi
They eatin' pussy, suckin' dick until they mouth got gooey
Can't another young nigga in the south outdo me

Pimpin' y'all ain't heard that latest？
Ay it's the best of the best
Young pimpin' on a record with Fresh
I drive Chevys, fuck Mercedes

Hopped out the new CL V12, got in the blue SS
And I'm leavin' witcha ladies
I got a beautiful bitch, pursuin' ya bitch
Next thing ya know, ya losin' ya bitch, pimp

Y'all niggaz give it up I'm the greatest
Ay, I'm the greatest, ay, I'm the greatest, ay
Pimpin' I'm the greatest


63.Trap Muzik

Lyricist：Aldrin Davis, Clifford Harris, Marquinarius Holmes, Nathaniel
Josey

This a trap, come on
This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This is trap, trap muzik
This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This is trap, trap muzik

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This is trap, trap muzik
This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This is trap, trap muzik

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
Because its trap, trap muzik
This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This is trap, trap muzik

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This is trap, trap muzik

Welcome back to the trap
Niggas back in the trap
Wit another heavy Chevy
Big dope boys and trap

All you rap niggas role out
I trap when it's cold out
Whack niggas flyin'
But I stay down to I'm sold out

'Cause down a hundred ground
Like a rapping in a dope house
Man wherever I be
The Feds got me scoped out

Motherfucker, let my nuts hang
Block out the duc canes
Cook it to the bubbles
Double fast as a Mustang

I know you think you fuck man
But little showty tuff man
Been a long time
Since a nigg from Atlanta
Spit this nuts game

That's a very few of real niggas
So how could they give nigga
The feelin' that a real nigga
Would get around a real nigga

All they do is still niggas ideas
And rhythm wit 'em
Holla sumthin' similar
Talkin' 'bout the hood

Like they hung in 'em
I got a million rhythms
Want 'em, come get 'em
What bitch you pussy nigga
I'm just havin' fun wit 'em

This a trap, c'mon
This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This is trap, trap muzik
This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This is trap, trap muzik

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This is trap, trap muzik
This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This is trap, trap muzik

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
Because it's trap, trap muzik
This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This is trap, trap muzik

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This is trap, trap muzik

Still telling niggas
I ain't wholing, I ain't crolling
When the 12 hit the corner
I ain't brolling I ain't rolling

Keep the coat stretch out
Like Carl Louis Hamstrings
Stepped on like I'm working
With the damn thing

Dribble baby ain't seen
What I do to a ounce of doe
A whip man on my pager
Like I pay you folks
To whip some more

I'm doper than the fluid cellur
I flip it all up by myself
I give my niggas recipes
So, they can turn to sumthin' else

They love to work
That's why I keep 'em comin'
Like conlasions plate
We flip the cake
We move this shit from Georgia
Baby state to state

Attemadate, niggas in the city
Who've been moving weight
Nobody loosing weight
They fuck with us
'Cause you've been known to hate

Demonstrate
The way we turned the trout
Out in '98, it started out in '95
Started out with nicks and dimes

Niggas you done lost your mind
Thinking you could set up shop
Pimpin' I respect the game
Lets take this to another block

This is trap
This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This is trap, trap muzik
This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This is trap, trap muzik

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This is trap, trap muzik
This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This is trap, trap muzik

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This is trap, trap muzik
This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This is trap, trap muzik

This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This is trap, trap muzik

Pimp squad, showty still in the trap
When I spot a scene hot
With the man name Jon
And the collad green pot

On a lot of straight hen
And a lot of green pot
Competition in a range
Like he gotta be stop

Well, maybe I will be
But probably not, oh
What the blood cloak
You try to knock 'em out

And he sock
Listen to me, I'm serious
Thinkin' how did he not
End up way up, on the top of Detroit

If come where I was
See, you gotta be pop
And if you really want to pop
And I rather be dropped

Listen pops, want to know
A little more about rap？
First rule this is real
It ain't just a record deal, it's a trap


64.T.I. - Why You Mad At Me

Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Isaac Lee Hayes

I got a question for you hatin' ass niggaz out there
Why you mad at me？
Oh lame, ass nigga, why you mad at me？
Sucka ass nigga, why you mad at me？

Remember, late nights earn stripes servin' straight white
Talk shit, slap box clear into the daylight
Might fuss, may fight but stay tight
Keep what the 'J' need for the lighter hit the base pipe

If the trap was the ocean or the sea
You could consider me and 'em the killa whales and great whites
Befo' a nigga tried to click it, make them think twice
'Cause they knew cap would kill a nigga fo' blink twice

Day right, I'm recite in my life
Nigga I was there no matter what through sirens on a silent
night
Cold Sundays, slow Mondays, hot Friday nights
Tuesday, Thursdays servin' whether or not they ride tonight

On peaceful days hostile evenings even violent nights
Chip on my shoulder hold a grudge cause you can die tonight
I swear you niggaz had no idea what my life was like
Befo' the bright lights and a half a mil' just to grab the mic

Is it 'cause I came from the bottom to the top
(Why you mad at me？)
Maybe 'cause I spent a hundred on a drop
(Why you mad at me？)
Is it 'cause I kept it pimpin' and stayed down
(Why you mad at me？)
Or is it 'cause I am the a town
(That's why you mad at me？)

Is 'cause you a lame and I'm a 'G'
(Why you mad at me？)
Is it 'cause I got love in the streets
(Why you mad at me？)
Is 'cause you know yo time runnin' out
(That's why you mad at me？)
Is it 'cause you know I'm king of the South
(Aye why, that's why you mad at me？)

Niggaz mad 'cause I got it like this
Gold on my wrist, hoes on my dick, my dick
But I could give a fuck about this industry
I'm a be the same tip till the end of me

That's something you know automatically if you a friend of me
Question that will think other wise now you offend me
I came in this game not looking for a friends or enemy
Found them both now that niggaz in to me

Got little rap niggaz liking into me
Major labels and polices want to censor me
Fed's on my ass 'cause I'm in the streets
Think I still slang listen to lame niggaz who lie to snitch on
me

It ain't my fault that you can't picture me
Ridin' in a Phantom and I swear I never fathom
All the fame that a nigga can gain from Atlanta
Now I'm just tryin' to maintain for Atlanta

Befo' niggaz would say in Atlanta
I was rode park dough high stayed in Atlanta
Now true enough I sold yay in Atlanta
Compared to contributions I made to Atlanta

Is it 'cause I came from the bottom to the top
(Why you mad at me？)
Maybe 'cause I spent a hundred on a drop
(Why you mad at me？)
Is it 'cause I kept it pimpin' and stayed down
(Why you mad at me？)
Or is it 'cause I am the a town
(That's why you mad at me？)

Is 'cause you a lame and I'm a 'G'
(Why you mad at me？)
Is it 'cause I got love in the streets
(Why you mad at me？)
Is 'cause you know yo time runnin' out
(That's why you mad at me？)
Is it 'cause you know I'm king of the South
(Aye why, that's why you mad at me？)

A pick a reason, any reason all excuses would do
But man you lucky, I ain't buckin' like I used to do fool
While you was throwin' one's and two's
I was liftin' up tools and then

Shoot at his shoes just to see if he move
Or either bust at his head to check if he dead, man
Don't talk around 'cause I heard he the Fed's man
They offer him time and they knowin' he scared and tell him

Give me they names or you doin' the stretch man
Or wear a wire go record what he said
And then you can tell his lawyer that his clients a dead man
A rat I'm smellin' blow I ain't sellin'
Where you got that impression, ain't no tellin'

Yes, I'm a felon why was that in question
What about all these records I'm sellin'
I'm bank head born and bank head bread
And when a nigga die I'm gone be bank head dead

Is it 'cause I came from the bottom to the top
(Why you mad at me？)
Maybe 'cause I spent a hundred on a drop
(Why you mad at me？)
Is it 'cause I kept it pimpin' and stayed down
(Why you mad at me？)
Or is it 'cause I am the a town
(That's why you mad at me)

Is 'cause you a lame and I'm a 'G'
(Why you mad at me？)
Is it 'cause I got love in the streets
(Why you mad at me？)
Is 'cause you know yo time runnin' out
(That's why you mad at me？)
Is it 'cause you know I'm king of the South
(Aye why, that's why you mad at me)


65.Why U Mad At Me

Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Isaac Lee Hayes

I got a question for you hatin' ass niggaz out there
Why u mad at me？
Oh lame ass nigga, why u mad at me？
Sucka ass nigga, why u mad at me？

Remember late nights, earn stripes servin' straight white
Talk shit, slap box clear into the daylight
Might fuss, may fight, but stay tight
Keep what, the J, need for the lighter, hit the base pipe

If the trap was the ocean or the sea
You could consider me and them the killa whales and great whites
'Fo a nigga tried to click it, make them think twice
'Cause they knew Cap would kill a nigga 'fo blink twice

Day right, I'm recitin' my life
Nigga, I was there no matter what through sirens on a silent
night
Cold Sundays, slow Mondays, hot Friday nights
Tuesday Thursdays servin' whether or not they ride tonight

On peaceful days hostile evenings, even violent nights
Chip on my shoulder, hold a grudge, you could die tonight
I swear you niggaz had no idea what my life was like
Before the bright lights and a half a mil' just to grab the mic

Is it 'cause I came from the bottom to the top
Why u mad at me？
Maybe 'cause I spent a hundred on a drop
Why u mad at me？

Is it 'cause I kept it pimpin' and stayed down
Why u mad at me？
Or is it 'cause I am the a town
That's why u mad at me？

Is 'cause you a lame and I'm a G
Why u mad at me？
Is it 'cause I got love in the streets
Why u mad at me？

Is 'cause you know yo' time runnin' out
That's why u mad at me？
Is it 'cause you know I'm king of the south
That's why u mad at me？

Niggaz mad cause I got it like this
Rol's on my wrist hoes on my dick, my dick
But I could give a fuck about this industry
I'm a be the same tip til the end of me

That's something you know automatically if you a friend of me
Question that'll think otherwise now you offend me
Came in this game not lookin' for a friend or enemy
Found them both now that niggaz in to me

Got little rap niggaz likin' into me
Major labels and polices want to censor me
Feds on my ass 'cause I'm in the streets
Think I still slang listen to lame niggaz
Who lie to snitch on me

It ain't my fault that you can't piture me
Ridin' in a Phantom and I swear I never fathom
All the fame that a nigga can gain from Atlanta
Now I'm just tryin' to maintain for Atlanta

Before niggaz would say in Atlanta
I was Rhode Park, Doug High, stayed in Atlanta
Now true enough I sold yay in Atlanta
Compared to contributions I made to Atlanta

Is it 'cause I came from the bottom to the top
Why u mad at me？
Maybe 'cause I spent a hundred on a drop
Why u mad at me？

Is it 'cause I kept it pimpin' and stayed down
Why u mad at me？
Or is it 'cause I am the a town
That's why u mad at me？

Is 'cause you a lame and I'm a G
Why u mad at me？
Is it 'cause I got love in the streets
Why u mad at me？

Is 'cause you know yo' time runnin' out
That's why u mad at me？
Is it 'cause you know I'm king of the south
That's why u mad at me？

Ay, pick a reason, any reason, all excuses would do
But man, you lucky I ain't buckin' like I used to do fools
While you was throwin' one's and two's, I was liftin' up tools
And then shoot at his shoes just to see if he move

Or either bust at his head to check if he dead, man
Don't talk around him 'cause I heard he the Feds, man
They offer him time and they knowin' he scared and tell him
'Give me they names or you doin' the stretch, man'

Or wear a wire, go record what he said
And then you can tell his lawyer that his client's a dead man
A rat, I'm smellin', blow, I ain't sellin'
Where you got that impressin, ain't no tellin'

Yes, I'm a felon, why was that in question？
What about all these records I'm sellin'？
I'm Bankhead born and Bankhead bread
And when a nigga die, I'm gon' be Bankhead dead

Is it 'cause I came from the bottom to the top
Why u mad at me？
Maybe 'cause I spent a hundred on a drop
Why u mad at me？

Is it 'cause I kept it pimpin' and stayed down
Why u mad at me？
Or is it 'cause I am the a town
That's why u mad at me？

Is 'cause you a lame and I'm a G
Why u mad at me？
Is it 'cause I got love in the streets
Why u mad at me？

Is 'cause you know yo' time runnin' out
That's why u mad at me？
Is it 'cause you know I'm king of the south
That's why u mad at me？


66.Undertaker

Lyricist：David Darnell Brown, Kevin Cates, Clifford J Harris, Djuan
Hart, Nathaniel Josey

Y'all niggaz really thought we wasn't goin' to do it again
Come on man, grand Hustle nigga, you know what it is
T.I.P, DJ the fuck Drama, Young Dro, Young Buck
I said P and C what's happenin' nigga

I'ma pimp type, nigga ridin' clean after midnight
Ready for the gun play, prepared for a fist fight
Roll up on yo bitch and ask her what that pussy hit like
First she acting funny, in a minute she gon' get right

Get down, got her fuckin' with another bitch now
I'm king of all that I survey, remember this is T.I.P. town
Hey, you ain't ready pussy nigga better sit it down
We Mac-90, rock steady nigga spit rounds

Turn yo stomach to spaghetti when it hit the ground
Toss the choppers in the Chevy than we mashing down
Camelton counting all yo Benjamin's and Hamilton's
As far I'm concerned you just a job for the janitors

Don't disregard I'ma God you a amateur
Hide behind ya bodyguards and ya manager
I pimp hard throughout all the pages and calendar
Bitch it's Pimp Squad all action no cameras

You know what it is, you know what it do
And you know what it is, and you know what it do
You know what it is, you know what it do
And you know what it is, and you know what it do

Shorty we bury niggaz, shorty we bury niggaz
Shorty we bury niggaz, shorty we bury niggaz
The undertaker

You know what it is, you know what it do
And you know what it is, and you know what it do
You know what it is, you know what it do
And you know what it is, and you know what it do

Shorty we bury niggaz, shorty we bury niggaz
Shorty we bury niggaz, shorty we bury niggaz
The undertaker

Hey, stand in on the trap with me
Mashin' me is blasphemy, 1000 round magazine
My partnas say no attackin' me
I'm aged to the average beef, respiratory flamin' beats
Fruit Chevy H.I.C, my lyrics hit like HIV

Spray by me, Sniper Dro, murder come today by me
Bullet chip yo L I P and dirty all yo H I Ps
Shot both of yo homies, now they feedin' them through a I.V.
The tray I be from the west side, where they say I be

May I be the ruler over all that I survey I be
Laid back, yaze black, triple kiwi Maybach
Weed match the Benz, kush triple kiwi 80 pack
Old school baby crack I'm tryin' to bring the 80's back

Haitians get me Haiti crack, plus my momma hated crack
'Til we got a evicted and I came through with them 80 stacks
Play it back, rewind where I live, I'ma zone three hustla
Niggaz know what it is

You know what it is, you know what it do
And you know what it is, and you know what it do
You know what it is, you know what it do
And you know what it is, and you know what it do

Shorty we bury niggaz, shorty we bury niggaz
Shorty we bury niggaz, shorty we bury niggaz
The undertaker

You know what it is, you know what it do
And you know what it is, and you know what it do
You know what it is, you know what it do
And you know what it is, and you know what it do

Shorty we bury niggaz, shorty we bury niggaz
Shorty we bury niggaz, shorty we bury niggaz
The undertaker

May we all bow our heads and pray for this nigga
The undertaker's comin' any day for this nigga
They hate him in the hood, for the dreams he been sellin'
I read the paperwork and it seems you was tellin'

You know what it is and you know who I'm talkin' bout
When the feds came, I didn't open up my mouth
What you scared fo', niggaz know you been a ho
It's like, homies shit was all good just a week ago

Get the goons ready, start up your vehicle
And shoot at any fuckin' car you ain't seen before
Pick up the shells and then use a automatic
They gave 50 years to my nigga Lil' Travis

Set a boobie-trap, let him trip over the wire
Then he gon' be laying, right by the preacher and the choir
And before I do, T.I. go and handle yo biz
When you see me holla at me homie, you know what it is

You know what it is, you know what it do
And you know what it is, and you know what it do
You know what it is, you know what it do
And you know what it is, and you know what it do

Shorty we bury niggaz, shorty we bury niggaz
Shorty we bury niggaz, shorty we bury niggaz
The undertaker

You know what it is, you know what it do
And you know what it is, and you know what it do
You know what it is, you know what it do
And you know what it is, and you know what it do

Shorty we bury niggaz, shorty we bury niggaz
Shorty we bury niggaz, shorty we bury niggaz
The undertaker, oh


67.You Ain't Fly

Lyricist：Clifford J Harris, Cordale Quinn, Tyree Cinque Simmons

Message to the gangsta's, ay man, it's a lot of cats out here
man
These cats imposters man, these cats impersonating ballers man
I'm telling you man, these nigga really broke out here on the
low
You do not have to lie to kick it man, I swear man, hey

Ya lyin' 'bout that dough you say you got
You ain't fly
Wit them cloudy ass rocks in ya watch
You ain't fly

See, you imitatin' cats who really hot but
You ain't fly
Man, you niggas need to stop
You know you barely getting by

Ya lyin' bout that dough, you say you getting
You ain't fly
In you monkey suits, swearin' that you pimpin'
You ain't fly

Seriously pimpin', stop your bullshitin'
You ain't fly
Out here flexin' for them bitches
When you barely getting by

I hate to see a nigga on some dummy shit, talkin' big money shit
Livin' wit his mom, swear to God that he runnin' shit
Hey listen, I ain't the one you wanna talk money wit
'Cause I run through and look at you like, where the money at？

You ought be ashamed of you chain, I'm makin' fun of that
Charm flickin' from time to time tryin' to shine
My shit up under my shirt and you admirin' mine
Whoever told you that bullshit will fly you a line

I got a watch wit' no diamonds
Cost twice as much as that bullshit you wear
When you call yourself shinin'

And your ring, boy stop it
You need to take that neck bullshit chain
And put them both in your pocket

Ya lyin' 'bout that dough you say you got
You ain't fly
Wit them cloudy ass rocks in ya watch
You ain't fly

See, you imitatin' cats who really hot but
You ain't fly
Man, you niggas need to stop
You know you barely getting by

Ya lyin' bout that dough, you say you getting
You ain't fly
In you monkey suits, swearin' that you pimpin'
You ain't fly

Seriously pimpin', stop your bullshitin'
You ain't fly
Out here flexin' for them bitches
When you barely getting by

Ha, these niggas tickle me
Why they gotta kick it like they reach to me？
I been doin' this since I was six
So this ain't shit to me

Man, I been fly
Since junior high and elementary
My uncles raised a G
But my daddy made a pimp of me

Man, I been fly since junior high and elementary
Man, I been fly since junior high and elementary
Man, I been fly since junior high and elementary
My uncles raised a G but my daddy made a pimp of me

I never been a wannabe, I'm everything you wannabe
As long as bitches lookin', I'ma give 'em what they wanna see
Your outfit cost less than my underclothes
Ya ride ain't shit man, I put my bitch in one of those

My rides ridiculous, five and sixes
Had the Rolls Royce 'til I decided to switch it
Now I'm in the Maybach, notice mines extended
Feet kicked up, curtains closed, mind your business nigga

Ya lyin' 'bout that dough you say you got
You ain't fly
Wit them cloudy ass rocks in ya watch
You ain't fly

See, you imitatin' cats who really hot but
You ain't fly
Man, you niggas need to stop, you know you barely getting by
You ain't fly

Ya lyin' bout that dough you say you getting
You ain't fly
In you monkey suits, swearin' that you pimpin'
You ain't fly

Seriously pimpin', stop your bullshitin'
You ain't fly
Out here flexin' for them bitches
When you barely getting by

Ya lyin' 'bout that dough you say you got
You ain't fly
Wit them cloudy ass rocks in ya watch
You ain't fly

See, you imitatin' cats who really hot but
You ain't fly
Man, you niggas need to stop
You know you barely getting by

Ya lyin' bout that dough you say you getting
You ain't fly
In you monkey suits, swearin' that you pimpin'
You ain't fly

Seriously pimpin', stop your bullshitin'
You ain't fly
Out here flexin' for them bitches
When you barely getting by


68.Get Loose (Featuring Nelly) (Explicit Album Version)

Lyricist：Phalon Alexander, Thom Bell, Clifford Harris, William Hart,
Cornell Haynes

Ay, I wanna see you dance like them girls in that Tip Drill
video

Ay, let me see you get loose
Get loose, get loose, get loose
Ay, shawty, you can get loose
Get loose, get loose

Ay shawty, bust it open for me
Let me see you get loose
If you really wanna show me that you love me, get loose
No Grey Goose, if you don't get loose
Get up out the coupe if you won't get loose

Bend it over, reach for yo toe, get loose
Hold on to the pole, drop it low and get loose
No xo if you don't wanna get loose
No more dro unless you gonna get loose

My potnas in the club and we chillin' to the max
Poppin' bottles, blowin' money, we ain't learn how to act
All in the V.I.P. spendin' four or five stacks
You can tell it's T.I.P. from how I bend my hat

Send the waitress to the bar but she comin' right back
Bet a shot of xo'll get you on the right track
You got yo girl with you, better hold her hand, I'm a mack on
attack
Turn yo head and she bound to get snatched

Give the dick to her once, get her hooked like crack
Takin' cum in the face, yeah, I like it like that
Holdin' on to her waist while I hit it from the back
If she come wit pussy popper she ain't never comin' back

Rough sex, talkin' dirty, yeah, she into all that
Gotta movie that'll prove that what I'm sayin' is all fact
Bra and panties all black and some real tall stacks
Suckin' titties, eatin' cat, shot her off the meat rack

Ay shawty, bust it open for me
Let me see you get loose
If you really wanna show me that you love me, get loose
No Grey Goose, if you don't get loose
Get up out the coupe if you won't get loose

Bend it over, reach for yo toe, get loose
Hold on to the pole, drop it low and get loose
No xo if you don't wanna get loose
No more dro unless you gonna get loose

Let me see you drop it down, get that eagle on girl
Ain't no fuckin' way I'm leavin' here alone girl
Money ain't a thang to the uncut kind
Baby, I can make a mill if I rap or if I sing

Done tryna ball ma, I own a damn team
Even with a noose nigga still can't hang
Let me tell you who I'm is
Lunatic mayne, straight up out the heartland
Nine on my right, ten more karats on my other hand

In different colors mayne, worth a couple hundred grand
Damn mama, how you do that there？
How yo waist stay still but you move that there
Ain't got a clue right there

Seen a lotta ass poppin', but that's new right there
You invited to the house ma, you and yo crew right there
Check it, okay let's have some fun
I got four G's and 5 five G's in one

Ay shawty, bust it open for me
Let me see you get loose
If you really wanna show me that you love me, get loose
No Grey Goose, if you don't get loose
Get up out the coupe if you won't get loose

Bend it over, reach for yo toe, get loose
Hold on to the pole, drop it low and get loose
No xo if you don't wanna get loose
No more dro unless you gonna get loose

You ready to get loose, shawty, better be
Sittin' on them leather seats
If not, pat yo feet on the concrete merely
Freak by choice, not force, I would never be

Charged with a rape, if she say no, I'ma let her be
Why should I let that worry me？
Too many bitches cherish me
Pimp 'til I die, be a playa 'til they bary me

Renegade, I'ma keep it pimpin', I ain't finna play
Anyway, I can hit the baddest bitches any day
Slept with the best, I ain't gotta flex
Got yo girl stretched out, pullin' up her dress

Checkin' out her spread and I am impressed
G strings right in the middle of them wet
Her girlfriends with her and all of them next
I passed them a bottle, gave all of them X

Head pussy popper, so all of them expect
The best sex and that's what all of them get

Ay shawty, bust it open for me
Let me see you get loose
If you really wanna show me that you love me, get loose
No Grey Goose, if you don't get loose
Get up out the coupe if you won't get loose

Bend it over, reach for yo toe, get loose
Hold on to the pole, drop it low and get loose
No xo if you don't wanna get loose
No more dro unless you gonna get loose

Ladies and gentleman
This is a Jazze Phinzell, producshinzell
T.I., Nelly Nell, Phizzle, Phizzle
Grand hustle, sho' nuff
Get loose


69.Chillin With My Bitch Ft Jazze

Lyricist：Phalon Alexander, Clifford Harris, Scott Storch

Dig pimp, I'ma holla at y'all in a minute
I'm finna go change clothes mayne
Go get real spiffy mayne, go kick it with my broad
Y'all can hold it down, aight？

I left the kids at the crib and the squad in the trap
Now I'm in the two-seater with my broad in my lap
The alpines beatin' but I'm far away from rappin'
Bumpin' Prince, Sade or some Marvin Gaye perhaps

I put up my blues, put on some tailor made slacks
Some wing tip shoes, whachu know about that？
Button down, cuff links, hair cut, no hat
Just felt like gettin' clean and show I know how to act

At Neiman ＆ Marcus let my girl blow three or four stacks
Got forever to cut the fool, today I'ma relax
In a real cool mood, no beef, no gats
But then real close by, niggaz better know that

I ain't hangin' with my niggaz, pullin' no triggaz
I'll be back to the trap but for now
I'm chillin' with my bitch today, I'm chillin' with my bitch
today
I ain't hangin' with my potnaz, I'm out eatin' lobster
I'm on some grown man shit, ya dig
I'm chillin' with my bitch today, I'm chillin' with my bitch
today

This shit look hard, no drama from none of my baby mommas
With my hottie, takin' shots of Saki at Benny Honna's
Known to kick it like we rich as Guy Ritchie and Madonna
Or either Will and Jada, on vacation for the summer

Me and my lil' mama, blowin' big as we wanna
Gotta big sack of some of that shit from California
A bottle of Patron and a six pack of Corona
Dro aroma got the six hot steamin' like a sauna

So I let the top back and I bend anotha corner
Check into the W, so I can put it on her
Got the suite for a week but we can stay a lil' longer
I ain't trippin' that's the shit that make relationships
stronger

I ain't hangin' with my niggaz, pullin' no triggaz
I'll be back to the trap but for now
I'm chillin' with my bitch today, I'm chillin' with my bitch
today
I ain't hangin' with my potnaz, I'm out eatin' lobster
I'm on some grown man shit, ya dig
I'm chillin' with my bitch today, I'm chillin' with my bitch
today

Tonight I'm gon' chill with my lady friend
She the type to keep a nigga open
I'm chillin' with my bitch today

I left the stress in the streets and I'm a long way from home
Put up the vest and the chrome, even through with my phone
My potnaz don't wanna be on the kind of shit that I'm on mayne
Livin' life and kickin' it like a grown man

Sittin' in the sand, drinkin' pina coladas
With a double shot of rum, just chillin' right by the water
No judges, no lawyers, in a whole 'nother world
Just a bottle and this O of dro, blowin' with my girl

I ain't hangin' with my niggaz, pullin' no triggaz
I'll be back to the trap but for now
I'm chillin' with my bitch today, I'm chillin' with my bitch
today
I ain't hangin' with my potnaz, I'm out eatin' lobster
I'm on some grown man shit, ya dig
I'm chillin' with my bitch today, I'm chillin' with my bitch
today

Tonight I'm gon chill with my lady friend
She the type to keep a nigga open
I'm chillin' with my bitch today


70.Hero

Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Aliaune Abou Thiam

Konvict Music
Grand hustle movement
Yeah

We get it poppin' on site
I'm sure you already know my steno
See, I've never been a buster
Just a true hustler, my squad is lethal

You come with the right price
I can make you look bigger than Neno
Just put a gun in your hand
And let you ride with the man
'Cause I'm a muther fucking hero
In my time

Just to make sure, he don't get it clear
Like Pellegrino from Acseno to a kilo
I'm a neighborhood hero
They be talking love
But they never seen a key though
Never chop them 63's down to triple 0

Hate on me so much
But I'm what you wanna be though
Might of went triple platinum
You ain't never been a G though

I keep the 50 with me
Tote it 'round like it legal
Fly like a seagull
Ride around with 3 girls

Keep it pimpin' with me
You don't want to see those
So what we can meet up
You get your ass beat up

The reason people honor me
Is the reason why you under me
You don't believe we run the street
Well, come and see, nigga

We get it poppin' on site
I'm sure you already know my steno
See, I've never been a buster
Just a true hustler, my squad is lethal

You come with the right price
I can make you look bigger than Neno
Just put a gun in your hand
And let you ride with the man
'Cause I'm a muther fucking hero
In my time

I'm the man that's apparent
Even when I'm running errands
Gotta beat a Mc Claren on what
I'm wearing got 'em staring

Bitches I share 'em if they in my hair 'em
They ain't getting high, well, I don't go near 'em
Nigga wanna die, tell 'em buck I dare 'em
I ain't gonna spare 'em, homie, I'm gonna tear 'em

Apart from his heart to his ass swear to God
Give a fuck about his partner
Give a damn about a charge

I take it too far, pull up wherever you are
Empty clips in your new car
Picture you dead and zoom off
Admit it you lost, probably 'cause shawty to raw
You flaw ay tell 'em how we do dawg

We get it poppin' on site
I'm sure you already know my steno
See, I've never been a buster
Just a true hustler, my squad is lethal

Come with the right price
I can make you look bigger than Neno
Just put a gun in your hand
And let you ride with the man
'Cause I'm a muther fucking hero

Got a box of ammo that I rarely use
9 millimeter that shine like shoes
Hope the day never come when a nigga have to
Let it go on the bust and hope it ain't you

'Cause I be on deck, on the grind like sex
Taking over local city street like feds
Breaking down every nickel, every dime, every brick
Down to the last dollar, I mean every bit

We get it poppin' on site
I'm sure you already know my steno
See, I've never been a buster
Just a true hustler, my squad is lethal

You come with the right price
I can make you look bigger than Neno
Just put a gun in your hand
And let you ride with the man
'Cause I'm a muther fucking hero

We get it poppin' on site
I'm sure you already know my steno
See, I've never been a buster
Just a true hustler, my squad is lethal

You come with the right price
I can make you look bigger than Neno
Just put a gun in your hand
And let you ride with the man
'Cause I'm a muther fucking hero
In my time


Hut one, Hut two two＊
Ready set go
Make these niggas get right
Or get low
Hut one, hut two two
Ready set go
Make these niggas get right
Or get low
Get low, get low or get right right
Holla kill kill for da nigga Big Mike Big Mike
Get low get low or get right right
Holla kill kill for da nigga Big Mike Big Mike

I know these streets bout tired of this weak shit, ya style been
ran thru like a freak bitch. Da pussy club got ya angered wit ya
frequent. Ed hard hard ass nigga and ya sequence, might as well
shop at victoria secret have em gift warp you some 'I love Pink'
shit. Rap due and yall niggas deliquent, ya better find anotha
nigga to link wit, cause da nigga you link wit is a lie fool, I
used to bully dat monkey nigga in high school. Sit at da lunch
table, steal and eat his damn food. da pretty girls, dey say,
Michael a damn fool. I get my work on, and get my flirt on. I
say fuck em he a pussy put a skirt on em. I said fuck em he a
pussy put a skirt on em.


Im da prada, of da age of narcotta, da kings on dope like da
pill you swallow. Down by law I lead dont follow. Grind time,
grand hustilin for gualla. I remain in the game to break lames
off, some of dem sensitive and some too soft. Da hood been
forced to fuck wit yall by default. But now da truth here da
bullshit cuts off. This is real homie, no fake, no filler, 100
percent grade A killer. Somethin like da bitch that I keep in
Villa Rica, but Ima be quiet cause dey might Mike Vick ya, might
catch Mike wit a light Mike Vicka. Some purple kush that'll get
me high like a missle. Smokin one deep cause I dont fuck wit
cha, sincerely from da hustle and grind time official.

Lets go lets go
grand hustle
Money on our mind and we aint goin down sucka.
And Grind time, Hut two and Grand Hustle, send em here got em
here look at da king bankhead sucka.


Zone 1 thru zone 4, nigga zone 6 as well homeboy you know whats
happenin. Yeah, yeah da niggas who been 'posed to been runnin
dis shit done started runnin da shit. Patna, ya understand？ Muh
fucka aint nothin you gone do about it homes. Ya betta muh
fuckin keep ya lunch money in ya got damn wastebasket nigga.


72.Been Doing This

Lyricist：Lamar Edwards, Clifford Harris, Shad Moss

Say man, old nigga told me
There two types of nigga in life, you dig that？
Niggas who talk that shit
And niggas who do that shit

Let them niggas gon' hate 'cause they got to
What I care about you
Hey, you know I been doin' this for years
Other niggas sell weight, I ain't got to
Lamborghinis, cop two
Hey you know I been doin' this for years

Lotta niggas gon' hate 'cause they got to
Never let 'em stop you
Hey, you know I been doin' this for years
Other niggas sell weight, I ain't got to
You know I been not to
Long as I been doin' this for years

Hit the club, do it big, show these niggas how I live
100 G's for the chain, couple o' mill for the crib
If you had it like I had, I bet you do it like this
Lamborghini doors goin' up, lookin' so sick

I make it rain, I make it rain in any club that I go into
Toss a couple stacks out, ballin' yeah, that's what I do
And these niggas know exactly what I'm riding on
24 inches on the old school

Beat up, knockin'
These hoes keep jockin'
And these tags I'ma pop 'em
I'm a real show shopper

Sold out shows everywhere I go
Just to hear the young boy from the old ways flow
When it comes to the money I'ma get that doe
I'ma get that doe, nigga, that's for sho'

Can't nobody do it quite like this man
They cool but they ain't like this man
Got ice on my neck and my wrist man
Y'all niggas can't do it like this man

And I'm sittin' on top whether you like it or not
Nigga, I won't flop
What you think 'cause I sold a couple of million
I'm gon' stop？

Let them niggas gon' hate 'cause they got to
What I care about you
Hey, you know I been doin' this for years
Other niggas sell weight, I ain't got to
Lamborghinis, cop two
Hey you know I been doin' this for years

Lotta niggas gon' hate 'cause they got to
Never let 'em stop you
Hey, you know I been doin' this for years
Other niggas sell weight, I ain't got to
You know I been not to
Long as I been doin' this for years

These nigga can't do it like I
Everyday this nigga stay fly
26 inches be on my ride
Here my doors be suicide

Still black card spending if it's hot then I'm in it
When it comes to the hoes you know I'ma get 'em
At the mall everyday so you know that I'm fitted
Everything that I done hop in undid it

Sold 3 mill first time I drop
6 years later still on top
Makin' these hits but it ain't gon' stop
I'ma get this money 'til my casket drop

And yes, yes my nigga, I'm a baller
They had to nickname me Mr. Tear The Mall Up
Clip the bar when I hit that mall
Shut the whole mall down
Buying everything I saw

And these lame niggas hating on me
'Cause they hoes all want me
Hey, it ain't my fault
You should havin' it check homie

Something like a pimp, yeah, I ball from a sip
So much money in my pocket got me walkin' with a limp
And you say you got money but it ain't like this
And I'ma keep shinin' on you haters so sick, let's go

Let them niggas gon' hate 'cause they got to
What I care about you
Hey, you know I been doin' this for years
Other niggas sell weight, I ain't got to
Lamborghinis, cop two
Hey you know I been doin' this for years

Lotta niggas gon' hate 'cause they got to
Never let 'em stop you
Hey, you know I been doin' this for years
Other niggas sell weight, I ain't got to
You know I been not to
Long as I been doin' this for years

Let them niggas gon' hate 'cause they got to
What I care about you
Hey, you know I been doin' this for years
Other niggas sell weight, I ain't got to
Lamborghinis, cop two
Hey you know I been doin' this for years

Lotta niggas gon' hate 'cause they got to
Never let 'em stop you
Hey, you know I been doin' this for years
Other niggas sell weight, I ain't got to
You know I been not to
Long as I been doin' this for years


73.Daydreaming

Lyricist：Calvin Cordozar Broadus, Christopher Jame Gholson, Clifford
Harris, Aliaune Thiam

Dj Drama, Akon
T.I. Snoop Dogg

Shirley temple on ice, she makes it just right
That extra grenadine got me feelin' so nice
Her body's so tight up under that light
I see her so clearly now
She's right there before my eyes

Can you believe my fantasy girl is a go-go dancer
She got me wanderin' now
Can you believe my fantasy girl is a go-go dancer, yeah

She got me daydreamin'
(Left and right, watch her goin' up and down, at night)
Yes, I'm daydreamin'
(Left and right, watch her goin' up and down, at night)

She got me daydreamin'
(Left and right, watch her goin' up and down, at night)
Yes, I'm daydreamin'
(Left and right, watch her goin' up and down, at night)

5 foot 8, on the late what a date
She fell for the hook and the bait
I took her to the yacht, the shrimp and steak
Then I took her to the gym
So she could get in shape, what a night

No more drama, just late night thrills
Nigga in the hood with the gangsta grillz
Fillin' out stacks of bills, Jaguar like Jacksonville
Bringing these hoes like Jacks and Jill

Can you believe my fantasy girl is a go-go dancer
She got me wander'n now
Can you believe my fantasy girl is a go-go dancer

She got me daydreamin'
(Left and right, watch her goin' up and down, at night)
Yes, I'm daydreamin'
(Left and right, watch her goin' up and down, at night)

She got me daydreamin'
(Left and right, watch her goin' up and down, at night)
Yes, I'm daydreamin'
(Left and right, watch her goin' up and down, at night)

I'm looking at the most beautiful thang in the world
Her body's so perfect and spinin' like a cinnamon swirl
She looks like a fairy tale but yet feels so natural

This one's a beast but way to wonderful
To be compared to an animal
She's like what I'm sippin' on

Shirley temple on ice, she makes it just right
That extra grenadine got me feelin' so nice
Her body's so tight up under that light
I see her so clearly now
She's right there before my eyes

Hey, I sit and gaze hazy eyed as I day dream
Her and her girls on the stage doin' they thing
Double D's full of silicon and saline
She thirty but look only a day over 18

Her booty big enough to swallow up a G-string
Hey, gon' put that ass on me like a bee sting
Hey, let the King on, beat it like a tambourine
And peel ya out ya jeans and eat it like a tangerine

Can you believe my fantasy girl is a go-go dancer
She got me wander'n now
Can you believe my fantasy girl is a go-go dancer, yeah

She got me daydreamin'
(Left and right, watch her goin' up and down, at night)
Yes, I'm daydreamin'
(Left and right, watch her goin' up and down, at night)

She got me daydreamin'
(Left and right, watch her goin' up and down, at night)
Yes, I'm daydreamin'
(Left and right, watch her goin' up and down, at night)


74.A Better Day

Lyricist：Clifford Harris

It's okay, tomorrow'll be a better day
When you rent a day late and you tryna stay straight
But the only way to get it is to slang that weight
Okay, tomorrow'll be a better day

We all came in the world with a sparkle in our eye
Not knowing the only thing that we can promise is to die
A promise is a lot can't nobody guarantee it
And death around the corner can't nobody damn see it

I can't agree that God good at all time
But we all know shit ain't all good at all time
So I tote my strap in the hood and all time
But respect ain't just something that's understood in our time

Especially by our kind man I hate it for the future
Police don't wanna lock you up no more they wanna shoot you
And that's half as bad as these hatas'll do you
As soon as you get yo' loot up they wanna shoot up

Lord forbid to kill me, I bet you nobody knew what
Suckas get shot and police come straight to us
And that just how they do us ever since niggas blew up
I know you going through it, know I'm going through it too bro

When you rent a day late and you tryna stay straight
But the only way to get it is to slang that weight
Okay, tomorrow'll be a better day

When yo' daughter like 6 and her pops ain't shit
You ain't wanna tell her you and momma gotta go strip
Okay, tomorrow'll be a better day

I'm doing this for the hood and the kid wit no dad
I was just like y'all don't feel so bad
Know it's hard when you live so bad
They whoop yo' ass and they wonder why you still so bad

For long, ya get whooping's and just laugh
Momma washing clothes and find a lil' blue bag
She ask what you, what you doing, you tell her stunting like my
daddy
You knew that I was gonna be a hustla when you had me

Look around, ma, you sent me to the store
To get some bread and I'm passing at least 8 J's or mo'
Rent been late for 8 days or mo'
But slanging blow a better habit than 8 days of snow

Ya out speeding wit the white and you see the blue lights
And you on yo' 3rd strike so the judge say life
Okay, tomorrow'll be a better day

If yo' son 14 and his dad a folk criminal
Hard to realize it, baby girl, but God with you
Okay, tomorrow'll be a better day

My momma girl son 14 just got killed, had to catch myself
'Bout to tell her I know how you feel, I'd a been a damn liar
See her trying not to cry, she know he in a better place
But she just wanna know why, know somebody touch mine

And a nigga gon' die, it's goin down
How dare I tell her to calm down？
I tried to convince her that he in God's arms now
She said I don't believe that there's a God right now

I know it's hard right now and yo' heart light now
But God give new beginnings you can start right now
Know you're scarred right now 'cause you apart right now
But shit you in better shape than we are right now

When you rent a day late and you tryna stay straight
But the only way to get it is to slang that weight
Okay, tomorrow'll be a better day

When yo' daughter like 6 and her pops ain't shit
You ain't wanna tell her you and momma gotta go strip
Okay, tomorrow'll be a better day

Ya out speedin' wit the white and ya see the blue lights
And you on yo' 3rd strike so the judge say life
Okay, tomorrow'll be a better day

If yo' son 14 and his dad a folk criminal
Hard to realize it, baby girl, but God with you
Okay, tomorrow'll be a better day


75.You Dont Know Me

Lyricist：Aldrin Davis, Clifford Harris

You might've seen me in the streets but nigga you don't know me
When you holla, when you speak, remember, you don't know me
Save all that hatin' and that poppin', pimpin'
Quit tellin' people, I'm yo partner, listen, you don't know me
Don't be a groupie keep it movin', nigga, you don't know me

Hey, I ain't trippin' but the truth is really, you don't know me
Yeah, you know they call me T.I. but you don't know me
You be hatin' an' I see why 'cause you don't know me

I think it's time I made a song for niggas who don't know me
I graduated out the streets, I'ma real O.G.
I been trappin', shootin' pistols since I stood 4 feet
So, all you niggas actin' bad, you gon' have to show me

You gone make me bring the Chevy to a real slow creep
My niggas hangin' out the window, mouth full of gold teeth
When the guns start poppin', wonder when it's gone cease
Chopper hit you in' the side an' create a slow leak

We been in' the speculation 'cause today we gon' see
What's the future of a pussy nigga hatin' on me
I don't give a fuck about the fed's investigation on me
I don't care that they at my shows and they waitin' on me

I'ma keep on flossin', poppin', long as Tomp is on the beat
Tell polices, I ain't stoppin', I'ma keep it in the streets
Contrary to your beliefs, I'm as real as you can be
Fuck ya thoughts and ya feelings, nigga, you don't know me

You might've seen me in the streets but nigga you don't know me
When you holla, when you speak, remember, you don't know me
Save all that hatin' and that poppin', pimpin'
Quit tellin' people, I'm yo partner, listen, you don't know me
Don't be a groupie keep it movin', nigga, you don't know me

Hey, I ain't trippin' but the truth is really, you don't know me
Yeah, you know they call me T.I. but you don't know me
You be hatin' an' I see why 'cause you don't know me

Once again', let me remind you, nigga, you don't know me
So, don't be walkin' up and asking, what's the deal on a key
I don't know if you wearing wires, you could be the police
If I was slangin' blow, you couldn't get an O.Z.

See me in' the PSC follow through at a show deep
Police holdin' up the door 'cause they know we tot heat
I just wanna rap a seat blowin' dro in' the fleet
Or wit clan by the dozen different bitches in' a week

I just wanna chill wit Kuntry an his daddy, Freddie G
Ballin' out at anytime, at any store an' spill a G
I wanna ball in' the Bahamas courtesy of K.T.
MacBoney gotta mill but it's dolla D.P.

A.K. house on the hill right next to JD
Every week, meet at a restaurant for lunch and eat free
Get in' they pay lil' Greg and B
That's the only shot we got at gettin', Cap back on the streets

When a sucka hatin' on a G, ask him, what it's gon' be
What you lookin' at naw, nigga？ You don't no me
In' the club, in' the streets or whoever we should meet
At the club or in' the streets or where ever we should meet
It's choppers choppin', pistol poppin', nigga, you don't know me


76.My Life

Lyricist：Delmar Arnaud, Clifford Harris, Stuart Jordan, Charles David
Robbins

I know it's your life nigga, you do as you please
But you know we be fucking up
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
That nigga Daz and T.I is in the motherfuckin' house
You know what I mean it's your life nigga, live or die

Can't ya see I'm on fire, so quit hating on me pimpin'
I'm just living my life, think I ain't gone ride
On all you pussy niggas tryin' to put an end to my life
You can't do it, don't try I know you sucker niggas
Wish that you was living my life in white linen
I'm fly top down in the Spider Ville, riding for the rest of my
life

A-town veteran, started at eleven when and bought an eight-ball
I was staying down every since, that's why it's hard to find a
young
Rap nigga better than bank head resident, West side represent
Pimp Squad mobster, Grand Hustle President, heart of a lion
And the nuts of an elephant trap music heaven sent, you hating

And it's evident you trying to stack presidents, I'm tryin to
set
Precedents the comparison is insulting my intelligence 'cause
real
Recognize real and real you ain't never been and never will
I catch you where you chill, holla at ya where you live nigga
Fuck a record deal I graduated out the way, to stack a couple
mill

Who would figure it would be a rap nigga I have to kill
My potnaz telling me Shawty you have to chill but I'ma end up
hating
With steel, what is his, still dope boy trap niggas worldwide
lovin' it
Haters see the spider and they wanna put a slug in it, fuck it
I'm a G, I been a rider, I ain't studding it better get you mind
of mind
And start hustling

Can't ya see I'm on fire, so quit hating on me pimpin'
I'm just living my life, think I ain't gone ride
On all you pussy niggas tryin' to put an end to my life
You can't do it, don't try I know you sucker niggas
Wish that you was living my life in white linen
I'm fly top down in the Spider Ville, riding for the rest of my
life

I should BG banging the stripes, ideas when I strike
Breaking my victims, lining them niggas all with the light
Get it right, hold it tight, blast with all your might
See we hustle for them grands till the early light
Follow my plan on command, leave 'em dead where they stand
Ain't no stopping the man nigga with grands in my hands

Living the fast lane, Grand Hustle the gram when the cash came
The police book me, take my fingerprint and last name
If I'm stuck in a cell, how would I maintain
Lock up all these niggas, the penitentiary mind frame
I strive for perfection, my method is quite collective

Check out the fuckin' way I just rep it
This dog pound gangsta in the back take a licking
Rims shining, fresh paint, T.I. counting paper
Big moves stay on deck with the tools
All y'all niggas and bitches and niggas get sprayed with the
tools

Can't ya see I'm on fire, so quit hating on me pimpin'
I'm just living my life, think I ain't gone ride
On all you pussy niggas tryin' to put an end to my life
You can't do it, don't try I know you sucker niggas
Wish that you was living my life in white linen
I'm fly top down in the Spider Ville, riding for the rest of my
life

This how we hustle for the paper, 'cause the hustle get harder
I'm dog pounded out, an Atlanta Brave starter money, weed
And bitches, 24 inches conversating, T.I. plotted on getting
These niggas, now for my niggas murdering, killing, wheeling
The spider, on a mission all my niggas y'all know how the fuck
We kick it I'ma keep my eye on a meal to you hustle it up
Motherfucker better kick it

All eyes on me, with my West side homie
In a drop 65, on D's, wanna ride on me I got a forty-five, on me
In a hurry to die homie, get live on me you charged with tryin'
to OG
And I'm creepin' through the crowd, low key, nigga you don't
know me
I learned from niggas before me I got insomnia Shawty
I don't sleep, I bomb, I don't creep

Can't ya see I'm on fire, so quit hating on me pimpin'
I'm just living my life, think I ain't gone ride
On all you pussy niggas tryin' to put an end to my life
You can't do it, don't try I know you sucker niggas
Wish that you was living my life in white linen
I'm fly top down in the Spider Ville, riding for the rest of my
life

Y'all niggas know how we do this shit
T.I, that nigga Daz, you know what I mean
This my life, your life, our life, his life, live it to the
fullest
One time for Pac, we miss you nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah
One time for Shorty B, keepin' it pimpin' PSC, Grand Hustle,
pimp
Fuck nigga, let this be a lesson to you, yeah, yeah, yeah

Y'all niggas better start training man, you better be a damn
Good ducker nigga when I goddamn let loose with this chopper
You understand that I ain't playin' with y'all niggas
Once the motherfuckin' judge slam that goddamn Gaffel nigga
And let a motherfuckin' case beat nigga I'm at y'all ass nigga
Mark my motherfuckin' words, fuck boys, I'm laying low
For a reason pimp, fuck niggas


77.Limelight

Lyricist：Leon Sylvers Iii

Gran hustler

Look girl you sexy as you wanna be but you just a wanna be
I can't help ya I don't love ya, I just met ya I might shove ya
Will I plug you to some niggas that'll drop some change in your
purse
Hoe what I look like I ain't no trick bitch you gone chose big
pimpin' first
On God's green earth I shall not hurt for money food shelter or
work

Louie, Henny, Remy, or Urp chicken, dimes, hoes in skirts
I'm in my truck smokin' purt tryna see how many flirt
Ridin' round the A.T.L. on the baddest bitch search
Yeah I did a concert but I don't wanna talk about it

So you say ya like that freaky shit well freaky bitch be about
it
Or this candy truck you jumped up in, miss you can jump up out
it
I ain't your man so I ain't gone shout wit ya
I'm headed to your crib and it's straight lights out wit cha

Hey we the hype now the limelight is ours now
Broads comin' at us like they wanna fuck us right now
Hey we the hype now the limelight is ours now
Broads comin' at us like they wanna fuck us right now

Sexy, gorgeous, beautiful
Would you do something real freaky tonight？
Sexy, gorgeous, beautiful
Would you do something real freaky tonight？

Now call me Bruce Lee or that pimp I got that glow I'm in the
limelight
How can life go wrong when I got a brainiac that swallow pipes？
She roam the streets like it's Halloween
So tricks can trick or treat all night, my pimpin' keep them
Hoes hooked like I had them jays on that white

Ridin' out in a Hummer which I call a lunch box
Standin' on 26's better known as high tops
Candy red paint on that yeah that thang a cherry pop
All peanut butter seats always leather never cloth

Hoe you couldn't wipe my pimpin' off if you had a rag
Yeah she knows her pops but I'm the one she calls dad
Straight swurvin' in the whip passin' blunts takin' drags
Watchin' dvds in the truck while she out there sellin' ass

Hey we the hype now the limelight is ours now
Broads comin' at us like they wanna fuck us right now
Hey we the hype now the limelight is ours now
Broads comin' at us like they wanna fuck us right now

Sexy, gorgeous, beautiful
Would you do something real freaky tonight？
Sexy, gorgeous, beautiful
Would you do something real freaky tonight？

Peanut butter, Royal Chocolate, Caramel Jazzebells
I offer dick, you offer ass for sale, now you ask a player
See me shining, getting right, finally coming up, call the pimp
tight
What you'll do for the limelight them bisexuals I call 'em
klinedikes

Vanilla want a nut on Sunday
Fill hot fudge in the middle of her tummy
Butter pecan white chocolate love day
Niggas lookin' fly so remember where the Hershey

Hoes at Davina, off the scanna
Pussy split on my banana
Take they pic on who they gone sample
To Michigan back down to Alabama

That water their jaws tor the milk they shake off
Captain save 'em
A.K. just don't lace 'em to be a sucka's favorite

Top it off for the celebration
After I bake her I'll let you cake her
You were too sweet, she needed a banga
Make her melt let it drip through her fangers

Sexy, gorgeous, beautiful
Would you do something real freaky tonight？

Now I'm in the limelight this rose gold bring plenty dikes
They come around to service me because they know I lay the pipe
I'm running with the king we in different cities every night
Broads strippin' out they clothes before the D.J. pass the mic

Puerto Rican mama citas, Asian bitches mixed with white
They come to see the PSC in miniskirts and see-through tops
I love this life that's main reason I ain't settle down ain't
got no wife
I'm down wit the squad done wit the hard
I be pimpin' these hoes for the rest of my life

Sexy women freaky ladies squeezin' T.I.P.'s Mercedes
Kissin' women, eatin' ladies, lick 'em till they drikin' babies
Like Rick James was in the 80s young and rich and livin' crazy
Kisha, Kim, Mari, and Kayla love to keep the reefa blazin'

And the new and imitatin' Lou that's hollow point fim that's
playin'
Actually they demonstratin' orally administratin'
Conversatin' here 'em sayin' pills'll make you fill amazing'
Wish I could do this everyday anticipatin' this occasion

Hey we the hype now the limelight is ours now
Broads comin' at us like they wanna fuck us right now
Hey we the hype now the limelight is ours now
Broads comin' at us like they wanna fuck us right now

Sexy, gorgeous, beautiful
Would you do something real freaky tonight？
Sexy, gorgeous, beautiful
Would you do something real freaky tonight？


78.Be Better Than Me (Explicit Album Version)

Lyricist：Clifford Joseph Harris, Marquinarius Holmes

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


79.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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80.Get Loose

T.I. Feat. Nelly
Aye, I wanna see you dance like them
Girls in that Tip Drill video
Aye, let me see you get loose
Get loose, get loose, get loose
Aye, shawty, you can get loose
Get loose, get loose

Aye shawty, bust it open for me, let me see you get loose
If you really wanna show me that you love me, get loose
No Grey Goose, if you don't get loose
Get up out the coupe if you won't get loose

Bend it over, reach for yo toe, get loose
Hold on to the pole, drop it low and get loose
No x-o if you don't wanna get loose
No more dro unless you gonna get loose

Me and my partnas in the club and we chillin' to the max
Poppin' bottles, blowin' money, we ain't learn how to act
All in the V.I.P. spendin' four or five stacks
You can tell it's T.I.P. from how I bend my hat

Send the waitress to the bar but she comin' right back
Bet a shot of x-o'll get you on the right track
You got yo girl with you, better hold her hand, I'm a mack on
attack
Turn yo head and she bound to get snatched

Give the dick to her once, get her hooked like crack
Takin' cum in the face, yea I like it like that
Holdin' on to her waist while I hit it from the back
If she come wit Pussy Popper she ain't never comin' back

Rough sex, talkin' dirty, yea she into all that
Gotta movie that'll prove that what I'm sayin' is all fact
Bra and panties all black and some real tall stacks
Suckin' titties, eatin' cat, shot her off the meat rack

Aye shawty, bust it open for me, let me see you get loose
If you really wanna show me that you love me, get loose
No Grey Goose, if you don't get loose
Get up out the coupe if you won't get loose

Bend it over, reach for yo toe, get loose
Hold on to the pole, drop it low and get loose
No x-o if you don't wanna get loose
No more dro unless you gonna get loose

Let me see you drop it down, get that eagle on girl
Ain't no fuckin' way I'm leavin' here alone girl
Money ain't a thang to the uncut kind
Baby, I can make a mill' if I rap or if I sing

Done tryina ball ma, I own a damn team
Even with a noose nigga still can't hang
Let me tell you who I'm is, lunatic mayne, straight up out the
heartland
Nine on my right, ten more karats on my other hand

In different colors mayne, worth a couple hundred grand
Damn mama, how you do that there？
How yo waist stay still but you move that there
Ain't got a clue right there

Seen a lotta ass poppin', but that's new right there
You invited to the house ma, you and yo crew right there
Check it, okay let's have some fun
I got four G's and five five G's in one

Aye shawty, bust it open for me, let me see you get loose
If you really wanna show me that you love me, get loose
No Grey Goose, if you don't get loose
Get up out the coupe if you won't get loose

Bend it over, reach for yo toe, get loose
Hold on to the pole, drop it low and get loose
No x-o if you don't wanna get loose
No more dro unless you gonna get loose

You ready to get loose, shawty, better be
Sittin' on them leather seats
If not, pat yo feet on the concrete merely
Freak by choice, not force, I would never be
Charged with a rape, if she say no, I'ma let her be

Why should I let that worry me？
Too many bitches cherish me
Pimp til I die, be a playa til they bury me
Renegade, I'ma keep it pimpin', I ain't finna play
Anyway, I can hit the baddest bitches any day

Slept with the best, I ain't gotta flex
Got yo girl stretched out, pullin' up her dress
Checkin' out her spread and I am impressed
G-strings right in the middle of them wet

Her girlfriends with her and all of them next
I passed them a bottle, gave all of them X
Head Pussy Popper, so all them expect
The best sex, and that's what all of them get

Aye shawty, bust it open for me, let me see you get loose
If you really wanna show me that you love me, get loose
No Grey Goose, if you don't get loose
Get up out the coupe if you won't get loose

Bend it over, reach for yo toe, get loose
Hold on to the pole, drop it low and get loose
No x-o if you don't wanna get loose
No more dro unless you gonna get loose

Ladies and gentleman
This is a Jazze Phinzell, producshinzell
T.I., Nelly Nell, Phizzle Phizzle
Grand Hustle, sho' nuff
Get loose, get loose, get loose


81.Top Back (Remix)

T.I. feat. Young Jeezy, Young Dro, Big Kuntry ＆ B.G.
Creme de la creme homey, top shelf you know
I like my beat down low, down low, down low
Down low, down low, down low, down low
I like my top let back, let back, let back
Let back, let back, let back

Ay holla if you like your
Beat down low, down low, down low
(Yea you already know what this shit is nigga, remix nigga)
Down low, down low, down low, down low
I like my top let back, let back, let back
(Mannie Fresh, T.I.P whatup nigga？, I got'cha nigga)
Let back, let back, let back
(I'ma show these niggaz what to do)
Ay holla if you like your

I let my chain hang low, keep that thing up on my waist
All then haters talkin' reckless, tell 'em say it to my face
Can see a bank roll, yeah I almost caught a case
It's the remix, so Mannie Fresh drop the bass

I say now twenty-eight inches got me sitting so high
Reach straight up through the clouds, God damn I'm in the sky
Got my eighty-seven zone, God dammit I'm fly
Bet you anything won't any nigga try it

I push the look come Wednesday the drop that Monday
Ice cream Impala same color as a sundae
So you can miss me with that hatin' and that, 'He can't rap
shit'
Tell them faggot-ass niggaz wrap they lips around my dick

God damn my money sick, ayy I need to see a doctor
Black on black Bentley call it 'Phantom of the Opera'
Lemon lime drop top, I call it a 'Sprite'
When I pull out the garage you can call it a night

I like my beat down low and my top let back
See me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back
You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back
If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black

I like my beat down low and my top let back
See me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back
You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back
If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black

Dro, my trunk gon' break the damn law
I'm ridin' through the hood with eights are damn raw
Them twenty-sevens tall but them eights are damn raw
Bitches know they see the platinum is grey like grandpa

Spray the Chevy all kinda sour apple colors
Diamonds up in my charm look like pineapple suckers
Tec-9 for some, mac-90 for others
Leave the weapon on Bucatti's I got on my Danny Glovers

Nah this ain't a movie but I shot '4 Brothers'
And plus I got a Chevelle that flop four colors
Cars without the covers, my beat down low
I let my rims sit high, I'm the best thing blowin' now, Dro

I like my beat down low and my top let back
See me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back
You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back
If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black

I like my beat down low and my top let back
See me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back
You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back
If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black

I got my treble up high and my beat down low
I don't slam no doors, hop in where the roof go
What I need a roof fo'？ Replace it with the sky
Streets be mine with that Georgia on My Mind

Ridin' in the wettest paint, like I'm surfin' on a tidal wave
Cocaine whip yeah straight out the microwave
The man in the trunk sound like the man knockin'
Five pass rockin' with stacks in my pockets

I got money in my pocket and my mind on mo'
To hear myself think I like my beat down low
Cigarello full of dro and the Chevy two-toned
It's sittin' on chrome that's how I get my roll on

Gotta dip through the hood you know Gizzle keep it real
I see some hot girls so I'm a turn it up a lil'
Let 'em bounce to the music ba-bounce to the beat
The top down, hop in and ride with a G

I like my beat down low and my top let back
See me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back
You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back
If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black

I like my beat down low and my top let back
See me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back
You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back
If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black

Even though I like my beat down low and my top let back
Chrome feet down low and my Impala wet back
Ditch or dash, hit the gas tell them niggaz check that
Make them bitches sit back, woofers give 'em wet cats

Comin' down in the Chevy motor sound like it very tight
It is you can tell I hear the tire yellin' er' line
And the way they ain't kickin' I bet you could still hear it
Loaf of bread, I cut it up a bit, I get left feel here

Okay my money real big, the choppers is still here
They catch me with it fuck it I'm doing my lil' bit
And my drop top ridin' with my glock cocked ridin'
I'm looking for them niggaz where they at stop hidin' hey

Now that's a motherfuckin' remix nigga