T.I. Album

[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!!!!!!

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus: repeat 8X]
The king back!

[T.I.]
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

[Verse 2]
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?

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
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!!!!

(feat. U.G.K.)

"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" - [repeated
throughout]

[Mannie Fresh]
Ladies and gentlemen.. Fre-fre-fre-fresh!

[T.I. - talking]
T.I.P., aye!
I know a lot of y'all niggaz out there, man who ain't up on this down south shit
Probably wonderin' what the fuck you listenin' to right now, ahah!
King amongst kings! It's an absolute honor and a pleasure y'know I'm sayin'
To bring you.. some gangsta shit of catastrophic proportions
All the UGK alumni like myself know what this is man
Hey Bun! Pimp C nigga!

[T.I.]
I gotta '66 Impala so fresh
White top, burnt drop wit' the choppers on deck
It was off, Panda motor on a '94 'Vette
Fish bowl, televisions pimpin' I ain't done yet
I got the checker red leather and I'm sittin' on chrome
On 26 inches just to get my roll on
On a Jesus songs on, make them bitches get low
I get that ass raised up, like Dr. Dre six four
Hey, come up in my hood, bet them bitches know Tip
If you tell 'em you wit' him, all them bitches gon' strip
If I show up in yo' hood, I bet you niggaz won't trip
Once I empty out this clip, I bet you niggaz gon' dip
Or get hit up in yo'...

"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" - [repeat 2X]
Never let hoe ass niggaz ride!!
"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" - [repeat 2X]
And we never let hoe ass niggaz ride!!

[Bun B]
It's the Gulf Way Boulevard gangsta
Swangin' on T.I., essence of fo's (essence of fo's)
Pirellis and blazin' 'em crews of hoe
I'm a playa, you can tell by how I choose my hoes
When it gets to swangin' on the curb, you might lose ya toes
Dedicated to the slab (slab), the dunks (dunks), the drops (drops)
The candy painted cars wit' the chopped off tops (off tops)
Now put ya diamonds up against the wood wheel
Lean back or throw ya leather, chunk a deuce, and show your grill
Keep it trill, this the south baby, Texas and GA
T.I. reppin' for Bankhead, I'm reppin' for P.A. (for P.A.)
Now pop ya trunk, get it crunk, it's time to ride
Show them boys you got that front back and side to side baby

"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" - [repeat 2X]
Never let hoe ass niggaz ride!!
"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" - [repeat 2X]
And we never let hoe ass niggaz ride!!

[Pimp C]
I'm switchin' lane to lane (uh), leanin' on the switch (on the switch)
Sippin' on the barre, smokin' green and hittin' licks
Bumpin' Too $hort baby, in the candy red whips (whips)
Drop the top and pimp the lot and watch the trunk do tricks (do tricks)
Pimp C, I keep my money on my mind (mind)
Keep a hooker on the track and keep a swisher full of pine (pine)
If y'know like I know, you wouldn't try it (try it)
Wanna jack me for my candy car, you must wanna die (wanna die)
But I don't really wanna hit ya wit' this hot thang
I just wanna get some brain in the turnin' lane
Comin' down creepin' slow, sippin' on a poor fo'
Bangin' on the screw, and keep the pistol right here in the do' [echoes]

"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" - [repeat 2X]
Never let hoe ass niggaz ride!!
"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" - [repeat 2X]
And we never let hoe ass niggaz ride!!
"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" - [repeat 2X]

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 nap sack
where I hold'n all tha work at

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

Loaded 44s on the low where the cheese at
Fresh off the jet to the 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 kno I'm shining dawg
Ridin wid a couple Latin brawds and a china doll
And you kno how we ball
Aye..
Ridin in shiny cars
Aye..
Walk in designer malls
Aye..
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 cause
Yo bitch most likely does
She see me on them dubs
In front of every club
I be on dro I’m buzzed
Give 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 nap sack
where I hold'n all tha work at

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

Loaded 44s on the low where the cheese at
Fresh off the jet to the 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 fish bowl
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 pull a-kick-do' (kick ya door down)
What you talking shit fo’?
gotta run and hit fo’?
Got you a yellin and I thought you put out a gun 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
Cause you never Carry Tools not even sweary qs
You got these people fooled, who see me 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 nap sack
where I hold'n all tha work at

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

Loaded 44s on the low where the cheese at
Fresh off the jet to the 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 a top-pop
I’ll pop and bust a shot and tell 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 got ya'll
If it may pop off
I’ll answer the question “Will I get ya block knocked off?”
And what it is bro
Look I'll kill ya, bro
I’m in your hood, if you a gangsta what you here 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 nap sack
where I hold'n all tha work at

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

Loaded 44s on the low where the cheese at
Fresh off the jet to the 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

[Hook]
I'm talkin to you
sucker nigga you can stunt all ya wanta stunt
I know you won't bust a gun (Yeah I'm talkin to you)
fuck nigga you can hate all you wanna hate
I know you a fake-make no mistake I'm talkin to you
youz a lame uz a shame to the game
I say it you know what ya name is (I'm talkin to you)
we can shoot it out whenever you wanna
whatever you wanna do boi I'm talkin to you

[T.I.]
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 yo ass some hotter shit to talk about
the goons hit the room now you askin what's this all about
fo' you know it ya noggins split ya bottom teeth is fallin out
got a problem wit patna -I see him in the city and call him out
it wasnt 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 mo' popular need to set at all
Man I just say it to my pops, maybe he could tell ya better boy
patient in the afterlife I'll waste ya in the after life
even after my life haters be after my life
cuz I'ma do in 06 what took 'em half of they life, man I'm talkin to you

[Hook]

[T.I.]
I ain't talkin to Jeezy cause thats my brother
ain't talkinto Face cause that's my father
ain't talkin to Bun cause that's my uncle
ain't talkin to Kast cause them ma patnas
ain't talkin to Jigga 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 ya
you done fucked up and started shit wit some real shit starter
you don fought with a chopper holla what it is patna
you better keep it proper you know what it is patna
this some lightwork ain't even gotta call godfather
Mobsta, had the old phantom now the drop son
3rd the king of cloverland, 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 bra
nigga wouldn't buck won't dare, you just talk tough
don't try to run from me now whatchu thought bra I'm talkin to you

[Hook]

[T.I.]
I ain't talkin to Buck cause he a real nigga
ain't talkin 2 Pimp cause he a trill nigga
ain't talkin 2 BG cause he like me, with old cases and will kill niggaz
I know you wannabe just like me since you got ya new record deal nigga
But I don't give a fuck if you like me no second diss ya not trill nigga
ya in ya video wearin white T that don't make you no dope dealer nigga
But I ain't talkin bout no bankhead, carver homes, no adamsville nigga
you dealin wit a lil gorilla nigga
10 mill later I'm still the nigga
Killer Mike, Yung bloodz, David Banner
Bonecrusher they remember when y'all ain't feel a nigga
Had it out with Chris he still my nigga
sat down,civilized talk about it like niggaz
so I ain't never been served get ya facts right nigga
for this 40 cal make ya ass act right nigga
coming against the king get ya stats right nigga
wanna talk about nigga, wanna be a hot nigga
gonna be a shot nigga, yeah I say'd it what nigga buck nigga
like Lil Jon I don't give a fuck
I give a God damn 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
go talk shit forget they get hit up
You better be bout that shit you kick
Like DipSet bitch you trynna get wit us
I don't Politic, don't even speak see I don't kiss up
gotta be styles and sheek Jada diss us
diss us...that's goin piss us..see I love it when the government pick niggaz
if you don't hang in the air by the name a swizz beats
told mannie fresh he the skateboard P
Clay J-G and Just Blaze taking basically I'm talkin 2 you

(feat. Jamie Foxx)

[spoken]
Whats happening man this T.I.P. you kno I like to dedicate this song to anybody
who every lost
somebody, to the grave, to the streets, to the jail sail, I done been in
situations where I done had to
cope with all three you kno what Im saying, I feel like the only thing haven't
done die you kno..Just
remember where you live while you here aint half as important as where you gone
live when you leave you
kno what Im saying

[Chorus]
Life's up and downs they come and go ....but when I die I hope I live in the
sky...All my folks who
aint 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 kno..So when I die I hope I love in the sky..All my
folk who aint survive may
they live in the sky...Tell God I wanna fly and let me live in the sky...

[Verse 1]
My cousin Toot aint 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 my muthafuckin folk and I love that nigga til
death no muthafuckin joke
I can feel my eyes feelin the lord is my witness
If I catch em Imma kill em I made it my bizness
back in the day you stayed in my bizness taught I didnt have to corporate yay in
my bizness
coincedently that's why today you not wit me
my cousin died ova some yay and I miss em
plus he had his family out let's say she the eye witness
but her boyfriend did the shooting judge gave her life sentence
I heard that now Im dressed up in all black
shot up the whole apartments and still and brought back
the best friend I had in Jamel I lost that
I guess your death was a lesson in life it taught me that

[repeat chorus]

[Verse 2]
Who ever seen a nigga go to jail sleep til day two
well thats how sick I was when Jay blew
found out
the hard way that whating pour they was tooting
over-dosed on heroin died at 22
If you aint heard about
daughter she smile just like you
so cute even resorts to violence like you
you kno you ya baby mama
loose but ha what can you do
and I got 4 myself yep it's been a few
now everything I do is for
King, messiah, dazasha, demonte
lord they all I got so please don't take em from me
from me standin in the
trap wit corin and sir kap
laughin at the niggas who serve with no strap
tell them niggas man yall
trippin wit no map
ya robbing ask to borrow my pistol aint no hap
me, you, the crew just fell out ova
dough and a little crack
never could apolygize cause you died that's why they saying..

[repeat chorus]

[Verse 3]
I bet you niggas thinking that I living it up
til you see polices laughing as they pickin me up
Went from seeing how many bitches i can fit in the truck
to 3 hots and a cot is you kidding or what fuck how
many millions I got nigga so what if Im hot when I got prices on my head
Feds rushing my spot a million
haters wont me dead force to carry me gat
but you a seven time felon wat you doing with dat
It's a catch
22 either you lose or lose
Thats the way the game structured for real niggas to suffer
and I aint never
been a busta alway stood on my feet
like a man prepared to take what ever coming for me
a pussy nigga
or polices wit a warrant for me
Im a "G" prepared to die for whats important to me
Look anybody in the
eye who say they want it wit me
put up the house and bet the odds if coming from me
OG's say I need to
learn and be patient
you telling me wit these seven years of probation
pistol charges and a host of
other open cases
if niggas only knew the kind of time I was facing
I tried to keep to myself but
sometime I couldnt take it
got 4 kids wit 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

[repeat chorus]

[Intro]
Let's get it homeboy!
Y'all already know what is man, this ain't nuttin new to y'all man!
T.I.P., Pimp $quad Click ya understand that?
King of the South! Hey!
Westside of the A-Town, nigga you don't know no better nigga
BANKHEAD!!

[T.I. over Intro]
Aye... Aye... Grand Hustle c'mon and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, aye..
We gone swing by some sororities y'know what I'm sayin'
We gone ride down Bankhead my nigga
C'mon and ride wit' me right quick aight?

[Chorus]
Come and ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at
Where them suckers get it at and hustlas keep the chickens at
Ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at
Where hoe niggaz be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at
Ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at
Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be trillin' at
Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G
All through the A.T.L., come and ride wit' a G

[T.I.]
See me ridin' through Atlanta in a Phantom wit' the double door
Make these bitches wonder what he be in so much trouble for
I'm touchy folk, anytime they try Grand Hustle folk
Unpleasant folk, what the fuck they arguin' plus and cussin' for?
You lucky hoe, couple of years ago I prolly cut your throat
I'm rugged though, rather spend somethin' on an ugly folk
Well-known flow, man I got this shit from ?
Rather be goin' home insteada hearin' his own fo'
A drop top, flip flop, shine as the chrome blow
TIP pop out the roof and really up and hardly harmful
Along though, shit he jus' doin' what he known for
Blowin' 'dro, 24, livin' how the song go
Rubber burnt, turn the corners, beatin' like a Congo
You try to jack and pull the strap, it's +ASAP+ pronto
King of the South, every hood's head honcho
I'm Westside certified, go run a fuckin' hood yo

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
I done told y'all I'ma O.G., never had cold feet
You end up with no teeth, nigga +U Don't Know Me+
I'll knock ya off ya feet, put holes in ya until ya clothes leave
Tossed it in the river like I threw away my old heat
You chose to oppose me? Who the fuck you s'posed to be?
Mechanical and summer hill is on three that roll wit' me
No hoes wit' me, you know all that blow before they sold me?
I'm everything you s'posed to be, boy ain't no runnin' over me
Kick it wit' the +King+ and lemme show you what I mean man
Most these niggaz rappin' about a block, ain't never seen nare
Real niggaz recognize, real niggaz and me now
You don't know how to slap a nigga dead, keep a clean hand
Sell a block for 24, you got's to 17 gram
From Eastside niggaz and Kirkwood and Little Vietnam
These 26's keep the attention of bitches
Come and ride wit' me pimpin', lemme show you how we get it

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
Alabama, Mississippi, come and ride wit' a G
Dallas ride wit' a G, Houston ride wit' a G
Carolinas, Virginia, Philly come and ride wit' a G
Memphis ride wit' a G, Chicago ride wit' a G
California, Florida, Detroit they all gon' ride wit' a G
Phoenix ride wit' a G, St. Louis ride wit' a G
Seattle ride wit' a G, Jersey ride wit' a G
Vegas, New York, and D.C. they all ride wit' a G

[Chorus]

Hey, Hey, Hey Come on in (Hey Baby)
Hey, what's goin on (Ok How you doin, just been out running around, and what you up to?)
Yeah I'm doin good gon sit down let me take ya coat (ok)
You know they make this lil jacket in leather dont you? (Oh they do so you gon get it for me?)
Yeah, let me gon and hang it up for you, gon and sit down (How you doin?)
I'm doin good, I'm doin good...I'm doin so good DAT BITCH I FOLLOWED YOU TODAY!!!
(What nigga? Is you crazy? What you mean you followed me?!)
Yeah, nah dont gon stutterin now de-de-de-de-de yo ass, gon and sit down (What is wrong which you?)
Yeah I followed you today... (You aint follow nobody.)
You had just came out the chicken place, you gat you a 6-piece wing wit a greenbean and yam,
bitch i seen what you had ordered (nigga you aint see shit.)
You had dat ol monkey ass nigga wit you (You the only monkey ass nigga I know!)
This nigga had baby powder on his chest wit a whole bunch of lil kinked up necklaces and shit wit
"I love you mom and dad" and fake uzis and shit
connected to the chain (You talkin bout yoself ol extra regular ass nigga.)
Now see my first reaction was to run up on you and just grab the back of yo pants and give you a wedgie
(Oh but you know, you know better though) Just
put the thong all up in ya ass (Don't touch nobody...Dont touch me)
But I said naw, bitch i said naw
(Dont wanna be dealin wit yo ass, you need to stop talkin to me crazy faggot!)
And then had the nerve, you had the nerve to go get yo hair cut down low like a nigga...
Bitch yo head look like a dirty tennis ball now!!!
(Do you talk to yo momma like this dats why dont like yo ass either!)
You the only bitch I know right now to this day dat take a pair of dirty pants
out tha clothes hamper and iron 'em till they look like blue leather
pants, nigga just iron chicken stains and jelly stains all in the ass of da pants...
(You wanna talk about somebody jeans but nigga you cant spray cologne
over dirty ass clothes, ok you betta watch yo back nigga I'ma have you touched!)
Bitch how you gon have me killed with $439 a month?! (Somebody need to have you killed ol sorry ass.)
Bitch if you have me killed you gettin kicked out the house, period!
(Nigga shut up you stink, ok, always talkin shit, make me sick which ya broke ass.You
aint got shit, you aint shit, ya feet stank nigga ya nasty.
Ya dirty, ya look bad, ya talk stupid, ya dumb...
Say this shit to T.I.

[Intro]
Hey T.I.P pimpin
Hey shorty why you gotta act like that, I'm sayin
I'm just tryin to be nice to you

[Chorus]
Go and tell a nigga no, wit a ass so fat
Hey why you wanna go and do that lil momma
Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that, do that
Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that-that-that
In a relationship been faithful to a nigga so whack
Hey why you wanna go and do that lil momma
Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that, do that
Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that-that-that..aye-aye

[T.I.]
Can't help but notice how you glowing, I can see in yo face
Now I just wonder if he know he close to being replaced
Swear I treat you like a queen you put me in his place
So you can give back his ring and the key to his place
Tell the nigga one thing that you need yo space
Selling niggaz is one thing you don't need to chase
I wanna kiss you everywhere between yo knees and waist
Hear the sounds that you makin, get yo knees to shake
Holla at me in the A, you feel you need to escape
I gotta mansion and a gate, you wit me you safe
A Benz, a Phantom and a truck wit 23's the case
600 Gz in the safe, how much cheese it take?
This a chance you need to take, ain't no need to wait
Say the word we can leave today, this song's special
And it feel like faith, make a mistake
How the same thing making you say I'm making you stay

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
I can't touch you like that, and make you make you feel like this
Holla if you came back and it's still like this
Do he hit it from the back and make you feel it yo chest
Take advantage of what your concealing in yo dress
What, he think he too fresh to show that you the best
Compliment you on your hair and legs and treat you wit respect
Give you sex till you sweat, tongue kissing on yo neck
It's been awhile since she got it like this I bet
I can tell you ain't just another bitch I met
Ain't nobody got me open like this, not yet
You confused ain't decided which way you should go yet
So how you keep sayin no with yo panties so wet

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
This nigga playing mind games man
I think the time came, that you mind changed you understand
Life is like a chess move, you need to make yo next move
Yo best move, keep it pimpin' you understand...hey
I mean you know what I'm sayin I don showed you how I feel
You know what I'm sayin, I put myself all the way out there you know
The ball in yo court man, but I just got a question for you...
Is you happy??

[Chorus]

[Swizz Beats]
The kings back

[T.I. chorus]
I got that get it get it
I got that get it what you need
From soft parts to trees got that get it what you need
I got that get it
I got that get it what you need
From dope boyz and bitches who love dat rd

[Chorus 2]
Come and get it hey cuz I got it bitch
Tell and get you know I got It bitch

[Verse 1]
I got my broads if u want em
On the C.O.D please 5 g’s
I don’t promise 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, what 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 yousa son to me
Move weight out to Georgia get it cross the water
Rive 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

[Chorus 1 + 2]

[Verse 2]
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 aint bullshitin folk he’ll be out be here hitting folks
Stick around and try to tell polices what he did it fo
Aint nuttin he aint did before other niggas getting so
Blurred wit the pussy and bet some even getting so
Long he aint 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 running
From the trap to busting up how the underground stunting
So you still see me down at the underground stunting
Ima Westside Bankhead nigga it aint nothing

[Chorus 1 + 2]

[Verse 3]
I was raised off Easy, 'Cube, Ice T, 8Ball, MJG, 'Face, Pimp C
Ima king just 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 not dogging
I got the shit locked from Atlanta to New Orleans
Virginia Mississippi Kentucky I run all dat
You niggas better fall back, boy grab a ball bat
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

[Chorus 1 + 2]

[T.I.]
Haaaa...Mannie Fresh I got you nigga
I'm gonna show these niggaz what to do with one of your beats
I'm shuttin the whole block down
Here comes trouble homey
I'ma tell you how the king like to ride homeboy

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

[Verse 1]
I'm the man in my city ain't nobody fuckin wit me
You can ask the real niggaz and all the bad bitches
I'm a known drug dealer I always have 50's
And the thugs and the killers was all in class wit me
SS'S on 26's watchin some television
Shorty I'm never slippin got the berretta in vision
And ready to pop the clip in, ready to get to trippin
Ready to show these folks a celebrity pistol whippin
Pimp stolen' the automobile and the roof for the tag missin
Polices' try to pursue me it's nothin but gas given
Addicted to fast livin, yes I'm one of my dads children
Think I'm bad now shoulda seen me before I had children
Give dick to ya daddy's daughter and they oughta have children?
Hope he got some insurance cause I definitely have some endurance?
Kill her in Mississippi and drive her ass to Missouri
Still my waint pet drippin' while I'm woodgrain grippin

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I got this Pimp Squad Click I know you hearda bout us
Young niggaz filthy rich and we ain't worried bout much
On this glock I clutch In God I trust
If a fuck nigga start bet his heart I bust
Got ya partners and the broad in ya car fucked up
What, ya under estimation thought a star wouldn't bust
I got the heart and the guts on this purp I blow
Move ten bricks daily tryin' to twerk five mo
Ya see the Cadillac swervin down Hollywood Road
On the flyest ?? in Cali fuckin Hollywood Ho's
On a pill and half with my partner Young Dro
Bumpin Goodie Mob Soul Food number fo
Other rappers' old dudes told dudes I'ma pro
With a loaded fo fo and a quarter brick of blow
(Hey) nigga don't you hit me less you buyin 6 or mo
My 24 blades glistenin and my 808 kickin

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I wear the crown down under man somebody better tell 'em
'For I spit a hundred rounds and have everybody bailin
I got some bitches in a Benz and my partners in the Chevy
And now we ridin Giovanni's and Asani's on Pirellis
If ya ever think ya tryin to run up on me just forget it
The clip in the chopper long as ya leg and leave ya shredded
Pistol way in the truck got my knife on tuck
Ya think he ain't getn stuck you got life fucked up
A couple stiches in ya hip will have ya night fucked up
Will he live? Will he die? Guess he might luck up
Meanwhile I'm racin my Ferarri like a light for a buck
Against Lamborghini Gallardo everytime I get a car...

[Chorus]

(feat. B.G., Pimp C, Young Jeezy)

[T.I.]
Yeah, yeah, uh, aye! What the fuck I gotta worry about now?
Nigga you think after weatherin' the storm and comin' from the extremes I came
from
You think I'ma call all the way and get scared? Ahah!
Nah nigga.. I'ma motherfuckin' win
Nigga if all this shit go out the window right now man
I'm all too familiar with this shit
My nigga I'm straight ya dig? Please believe that shit man. Hey! [echoes]

[Chorus I: T.I.]
You can keep the car, the clothes, the money and the hoes
Just gimme a couple of O's, drop me off at the sto'
And I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt
Hey you can keep the dancers and the boppers, the plexers and the poppers
Let me fill up my Impala, boy holla at my partners
And I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt

[T.I.]
I gotta couple of V's wit' the kits, MPV's on my wrist
A lot of glamour and glit's, but shawty I don't need that
My beginnin' was a humble one, a hustler I'ma son of one
Taught me how to number run, I went from that to number one
Had a hundred ones, I bought a slab flipped another one
Sold my little three-eighty east, and said I need another gun
The littlest in the trap, and gotta pack of ice and bubble gum
Junkies hatin' on my stacks, sayin' I'm nuttin but a young
Buck, niggaz say, "What?" Then he see me raise up
Just wanna see the little boy wit' nuts exchange old niggaz whole face soon
'Cause I spray the nigga's whole face up, wet the nigga from the waist up
They try you once and you pull a fall, and then tell 'em shaw' don't play wit
'em
I'm fourteen in the dope game and don't care of catchin' no case bruh
You can sell to me, that's intentionally, another nigga that it's too late for
Hey wait bruh, bet any nigga came from that?
Who lose it all the day, I bet he say he changed from that

[Chorus II: T.I.]
Hey you can keep the game and the fame, the haters and the lames
Just gimme some cocaine and some wood I can slang
And I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt
Hey you can keep the clones and the clowns, the throne and the crown
Well-known in the town that I'm holdin' it down
So I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt

[B.G.]
Okay now, now when I spit it, I spit it how I live it
Every verse I ever gave ya, it was fact, nothin' fiction
I'ma +Livin' Legend+.. no stuntin', no reppin'
You can check my track record, I'm highly respected
I'ma gangsta in the game, go ask Lil' Wayne
Ask Judge Johnson, how many times he saw my face
For, "pistol here, pistol there," "violation here, violation here"
Betta ask Rank, I ran the jail when I was there
I held it down, where-ever I go
When I'm in the A wit' the +King+, or in Detroit in the snow
I'ma pro, whether it's movin' snow or movin' 'dro
That's between me and you, I can get it for the low
But that's nuttin, everybody say they gotta story
Mine on "Larry King," theirs is on "Maury"
At the end of the day, it seems to won't go away
I guarantee +The Heart of the Streetz+ that you pray

[Chorus I]

[Young Jeezy]
Snowman bitch (bitch), I ride two-seaters (vroom!!)
It's a cold world, so I keep two heaters (geyeah!)
I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt, you betta ask somebody (body)
Matter fact nigga you can just ask me (me)
A little over aggressive, yeah I just might be
But half the niggaz in the hood just like me (damn!)
You wonder why a nigga talk eight balls all day?
You should try standin' around wit' eight balls all day (YEEEAAAHHH!!)
Somebody pray for me, I don't know nothin' else (AYE!)
Why should I help you, when you ain't tryin' to help yourself
I came in this game, fresh out the streets (yeah)
Who you kiddin' nigga, I put my life on these beats (YEAH!)
Fuck bein' broke, this a reality check (check)
While you mad at ya girl, ya betta check reality (AHAH!)
Gotta crawl 'fore you walk, you gotta think before you talk
Damn right they gon' hate (geyeah!), 'cause them niggaz aren't straight
(AHAH!)

[Chorus II]

[Pimp C - talking after song ends]
Say what it do? Young Pimp C know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Yeah, nigga want me to speak on some "king" shit, know what I'm sayin'?
On the cool y'know.. young nigga T.I. jumped out there
said he was the king of the south
He ruffled a whole lotta niggaz' feathers
But niggaz didn't really understand what the nigga was talkin 'bout
Y'know.. and uh.. so everybody had it twisted but..
me I understood from the get go
That what the nigga was tryin' to put
in these motherfuckin' stupid ass niggaz' faces!!
Was the fact that it's a whole bunch of kings down here
And as long as you takin' care of yo' business and doin' king shit you a king!
What these niggaz shoulda been tryin' to do was tryin' to get close to the nigga
And get some understandin' about the type of game
He was tryin' to put in these motherfuckin' niggaz' ear holes!
Understand what I'm sayin'?
So I'm layin' back I'm watchin' the game from the sideline
Know what I'm talkin 'bout?
And I'm seein' all these ol' pussy ass niggaz out here
Talkin 'bout they this and they that, but they really ain't doin' nothin!
'Cause they motherfuckin' paper ain't right
When I see them in the street, they diamonds fake! Know what I'm talkin 'bout?
They shit ain't cut right, ya shit ain't right!
Shit cloudy and chipped up, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
And them niggaz talkin 'bout they "trill niggaz"
Don't even know what the motherfuckin' word mean!
Know what I'm talkin 'bout? This comin' from the O.G. style trill
Know what I'm talkin 'bout? Not these ol' fake ass niggaz
Tryin' to come on the scene later on and tryin' to take glory for some shit
Some other niggaz paid dues for, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
So this is what is.. we bringin' Georgia and Texas together
All you ol' BITCH ASS NIGGAS that ain't down wit' the play
Move on to the side, all you old school rappers like 'Pac say
You niggaz flabby, lookin' like Larry Holmes
BACK YO' BITCH ASS UP!! And, and, and, and move around for the South
'Cause it's our time to shine, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Now let's do this shit!

I'm a pimp tight, nigga ridin clean after midnight,
ready for the gun play, prepared for a fistfight,
run up on your bitch and ask her what that pussy hit like ?
at first she actin' funny, but in a minute i knew she'd get right,
get down, got her fuckin' with another bitch now,
i'm king of all ice so remember this tip town,
and you aint ready pussy nigga better set it down,
we mag night and rock steady nigga spittin rounds,
turn ur stomach to spaghetti when you hit the ground,
toss the choppas in the chevy now we mashin down,
Camilton, countin' all your benjamins and hamiltons,
as far as im concerned your just a job for the janitors,
don't disregard i'm a guard your an amature,
hidin' behind your body guards and your manager,
i pimp hard through all the pages in the calender,
bitch is Pimp Squad, its all action no cameras,

[Chorus]
You know what it is, You know what it is,
You know what it is, You know what is is,
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 is,
You know what it is, You know what is is,
Shorty we bury niggaz, Shorty we bury niggaz,
Shorty we bury niggaz, Shorty we bury niggaz, ... THE UNDERTAKER

Yo, standin on the trap with me, mashin' me is best for me
1000 round magazine, my partner say no attemptin me
Im A to the average B, respiratory ??, fruit chevy, H-IC, my lyrics hit like HIV
spray by me, state patrol, murder comes like day to me,
bullets chip your l-i-p and dirty all your h-i-p's
Shout out to your homies where they're feedin um through they IV,
from the westside where they say I be,
the way i be, the ruler of all i survery I be,
Laid back, Yay's back, Triple Kiwi Maybach,
Weed match the benz, Cush triple kiwi'd 80 pack,
Old school baby crack, I'm tryin' to bring the 80's back,
Haitians give me hated crack, cuz my momma hated crack,
Til' we got evicted and I came through and done ate his ass,
playa back, we rhyme we i live, I'm a zone 3 hustla niggaz know what it is,

[Chorus]

May we all bow our heads, and pray for this nigga,
The undertakers comin any day for this nigga,
They hate um' in the hood, from 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 for ?, niggaz know you've been a hoe,
It was like homie, 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 we use an automatic,
they gave 50 years to my nigga lil' travis,
see i'm movin trap, and let um trip over the wires,
and then he'll be layin', right by the preacher and the choir,
Catch um before I do, T.I. go and handle your biz,
When you see me holler at me homie you know what it is ...

[Chorus]

[Intro]
Ey, I know you done kicked it with a lot of niggaz before
But you ain't never kicked it with a nigga like me
Hey Hey

[Hook]
I see ya baby, throw ya hands up high
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy
Because the rocks go glisten and the drops on 20's
Bend it over let it drop if you wanna roll wit me

I say all my sexy ladies throw ya hands up high
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy
Because it don't get betta, niggaz don't get cheddar
Like that fella in the yellow, purple label silk sweater

[Verse 1]
The stones keep glowin' on my wrist like whoa
And she can't stop lookin' I know ya bitch like those
And she chose, ain't no question if ya bitch might blow
Just get her to the crib and get her whole back so (sore)
I'ma blow my dro', I'ma pop my peel
Ask anybody wanna take a shot, I will
Might see me in a different color drop, hot wheel
With the top down low, and the glock concealed
I got my niggaz who be racing up the block, One mil'
If the police try to chase me you know they a done deal
I got skills, anybody wanna come test
? this .45 will be up in yo chest
A lot of ladies wanna kick it with a nigga so fresh
He could spend a 100k, any day, no stress
The watches is insane, the chain is grotesque
Stay single if you wanna but you gain no cash

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
If you got a man and you're tired of being there
You done gave him too many chances, you're tired of being fair
I give you the opportunity to ride with a playa
You, me, and a couple of freaks in the ride with a playa
Never mind those outside, when they stare
'Cause the chrome 24's on the ride give a glare
Because of one guy, you decided to share
As long as you having the time of your life, who cares
Man, we all sinners, what matters is in the center
I know god see its hard, and I'm a stand up nigga
You can't beat me 'cause you ain't man enough nigga
I look him in the eye and tell him man up nigga
You really getting money? Throw a grand up nigga
Wanna fight? You should've hit me when you ran up nigga
Really swift, don't waste a hammer, body slam fuck niggaz
Go and kick it with the hoes and throw ya hands up with 'em

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
You ain't know me 'cause I live so special
Try to stay low key but it's still so special
Flat screens in the floor, quarter mil' in the dresser
Jewelry box glowing like I loan on treasure
I'm chillin' with Vanessa, met a girl named Heather
Told her "Hi, how ya doin'? Buy a drink? My pleasure"
Told her if she got a homegirl go tell her
That I got a hard rug, I could go for-ever
If Vanessa wanna touch it just let her
If she laughed out loud, I'll be shocked if we jus met her
Bought the dro', get low, and its only one-fifth
And it's four peels left, do you wanna come with?

[Hook]

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

(feat. Common, Pharrell)

[Chorus]
[T.I.]
I keep telling myself
Man I'm living the good life
[Pharrell]
I'm living the good life
[2X]
I'm on top of the world
I'm on top of the world
[2X]

[T.I.]
I was born into poverty raised I the sewerage
Streets always would be a part of me, it made me the truest
And even when my days were the bluest
I never ran from adversity, instead I ran to it
Fear ain't in the heart of me I learned just do it
You get courage in your fears right after you go through it
Now I come through in a Coupe on 22s
That ain't bad for a nigga who ain't even finish school
Don't get me wrong I never been a fool
I just put off graduating for a pair of tennis shoes
I used to use the beat to paint my pain
But nowadays man I can't complain
I got several automobiles and they all on thangs
Several size of tangent and they all in one chain
Used to see me in the mall I'm the same
And get a couple broads giving brain on the plane

[Chorus]

[Common]
I come from Chi-Town lost and found in the struggle
Where dudes say stay safe and stay out of trouble
Speak is muffed the law and B gon try to cuff you
Those with duffles move weight and have muscles
I came through the dirt with a verse for the people
Open up for Daddy Kane and Easy up at the Regal
The radio rarely put their needle on my record
They ain't see how the hood and heaven were connected
Sounds projected, ain't show how effective
Lessons learned, sessions turned to life reflected
And everything I found real in life know I kept it
They say life's a teacher, you're gonna get tested
When a nigga changed they keep saying that nigga strange
Couldn't see how my mind won't be the lame
Ahead of my time I caught up with the game
Making good music making paper making change

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
I put on gasoline drawers I stood in the fire
With enough heat to set the hood on fire
Man you niggaz think Suge was off the wire
You should've seen the squad before I had Messiah
We assumed the title as the number one supplier
Felt like I was selling blow since I was in diapers
And wish a nigga would come try us
We was cool with the killers, best friends with the lifers
Quick to up and scrap with niggaz who want to deny
For what we considered then as a lucrative empire
But like that pimping time flash by you
Now I wonder what the judge think as he reading my priors
Prison ain't full and the reefer ain't bias
You ain't got to tell and distant the liars
Gave the jail hell and shot birds at the hearse
Lived through worse and reversed the curse

[Chorus]

(feat. Governor)

[Governor]
Hello.. [x9]

[T.I. - Verse 1]
Hey, what's happenin'?
It's been a minute, huh? I'm just hollerin'
How you doin?

It's been a minute since I seen ya,
I fell off for the scene,
Cuz it seem like you wanted other things than da king,
Why you fightin', fussin', cussin', and disagreein' wit da king?
When you got cribs, cars, bling, and a king wit da king?
Is the grass as green as it seemed in ya dreams,
Are you gettin all the things that you needed and I ain't bring,
Does it satisfy your self-esteem bein seen on da screen,
Is this new nigga the real thing or is just a lil' fling?
Did he buy a nice bracelet and get ya a lil' ring?
Or give you all the attention and the lil' things?
He know what to do with the stuff you stuff in them lil' jeans?
Do he stand up and lean in it 'til you start screamin'?
Or smack your ass and kiss your G-String to start eatin? (muah),
You get how you need it, not only when it's convenient,
I just pick up the phone and call you every week or two to let you know I miss
you,
To see how that other nigga treatin' you.

[Hook - Governor]
I remember morning, noon, and night,
I used to hold you tight,
I know we used to fuss and fight ,
But I'm just calling to say (hello) Hello, (hello, oh baby)
See time has a funny way of keeping us close,
Even though we never stayed, toghether,
I just wanted to say (hello) hello (hello)

[T.I. - Verse 2]
Hello?
Ay, it's me,
Hey, what's happenin? How ya doin?
I know plenty of niggas pursuin' them panties, all for the screwin',
Fly you down to Miami,
Let you walk the red carpet wit a ? at da Grammys,
But I'm what he can never be, a boss, understand me?
He pose and take ? things he buy for ya,
He got you a rose, but that don't mean he'd die for ya,
Hey, maybe I got too much pride to cry for ya,
But not too much to call you and tell you that I adore ya,
And tell you how I'm missin you, lovin you, and kissin you,
And think about the good old days and wanna visit you,
This song I'd like to listen to whenever reminisicin' you,
You, stay on my mind nevermind how I picture you,
Think about the past and all the time that I spent witchu,
Rubbin on that ass from behind as I dig in you,
Never been a doubt in my mind that I was diggin' you,
How I love you shorty, you'll never find another nigga to

[Hook x1 - Governor]

[Governor - Verse 3]
Every now and then I think of you,
And I can't lie I be wantin' you,
But I understand that I'm not your man,
And I also know that the future's not in your hands
Every now and then I'd call you to say how you doin,
And baby I miss you,
Girl, this is just to say hello,
Hello Baby.

[Hook x1 Governor]

(Hello, hello.. [fades])

[Intro]
Grand Hustle Pimp..
Hey, whats 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
But, 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

[Chorus]
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
And 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

[T.I.]
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 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
13, let me take you back farther than that
When my uncles was baggin blocks, used to count the stacks
I was only 8, and my grand-daddy can vouch for that
And my pops had alot of work, alot 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
My uncles ? man ? a chip off the old block
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

[Chorus]

I remember the P$C, 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 because 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 dopeboy 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 LA knew how wrong he could be
I told you ain't nobody stronger than me

[Chorus]

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
the Snowman, Paul Wall, the Thug ?
Alot of other niggaz shouldn't of even been signed
Thats a opinion of mine
Because 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
Cuz 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

[Chorus]

What's happenin nigga
hey, hey, hey, hey

[Chorus]
I got my 44's, and my dro
And my Chevy on 24's
And my hoe, now where I supposed ta go
I got my 44's, and my dro
And my Chevy on 24's
And my hoe, now where I supposed ta go

[T.I.]
Ridin in the chevy 44's on the seat
With a quarter of blow get low lemme see
No tags to license, the trunk loaded with d
Ridin fluids in the engine, when know to be
If you wanna assault make it stop you must be fuckin' with me
If they don't wanna die tonight
They best stop fuckin' with me
Ima pull over and boy hom
And my cousins start beat
And they gon hide me in home when they lookin' for me

[Young Droop]
We the neighborhood superstar
Pimp a chevy pullin' hard
Thousand dollars worth of daimons
In the trunk with rockstars
Couldn't fill cowards hearts
When they see us on the block
Swirvin' in juicy fo bustin' shots just because
The hell I care about gettin caught
Im makin' mils at 12 o'clock
Back in the spot with the same old serve and drop
I pull a hoe in Bangkok, drop her off at 10 spot
Im burnin' rubber fuck the cops

[Chorus]
I got my 44's, and my dro
And my Chevy on 24's
And my hoe, now where I supposed ta go
I got my 44's, and my dro
And my Chevy on 24's
And my hoe, now where I supposed ta go

[P$C]
Cadillac that put a boss in holstrum and own that
Set up Pimp Squad hoe what's happenin'
Westside gettin them panties, snap
Tracks should I do the Laffy Taffy
I said I do to make the pussy happy
Lets get em home over our Virginia
Step aside a sweet nigga
You in here for a lil fender bender
Baby just remember make it quick
You niggas kinda know me im the shit

Im the in the bubble, push Chevy
Well at least that's what it smells like
Hit the gas, poof, I run out the tailpipe
Tailpipe that's all these hoes wanna lick for the night
Treat them like Tina beat the pussy in the ya car and be ight
That's right ridin' in sittin' on the 28's
Sounds like a stadium, you woulda got your brains sprayed
Get you runnin' like Vick
What the fucks on ya hood
This is Mr. Westside

[Chorus]
I got my 44's, and my dro
And my Chevy on 24's
And my hoe, now where I supposed ta go
I got my 44's, and my dro
And my Chevy on 24's
And my hoe, now where I supposed ta go

Tell em where im goin', im steppin' out
Singin' on the high life
Windows up in the clouds over nothin'
On my counsel that's where I got my gun as for that
After that get the finger role and blow one
I got the violent bitches make em freak fuck all night
Hoes know killas on the Westside
Earn stripes make the money turn right
This the kid just to get my peeps and my grillz swirvin'
Off church street all the pimp blockin' the street

I was born up in Bankhead
Dro you all remember me
Way back in 83', T.I. stayed on the street for me
Just cause im from Bankhead, niggas havin' beef with me
Half never seen a G, in the? Of my ??
10 screens folded, my Chevy watchin' enemy
Ridin' down 6th about the West rockin' and leanin' on me
Purple don't mean to me, the hoes on premolean
Lawful house charges

[Chorus]
I got my 44's, and my dro
And my Chevy on 24's
And my hoe, now where I supposed ta go
I got my 44's, and my dro
And my Chevy on 24's
And my hoe, now where I supposed ta go