Ay, where the piano at shawty?
Y'all ain't neva seen a dope boy play the piano and rap at the same time
have you?
I'ma show you somethin', dig this..

[Verse 1]
I'm 22 and a vet in the game
Say I'm, supercoo', 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
Mindframe, 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 sick and derranged
Now you can't, mention my city unless you mention my name
T-I-P-I-M-P, I'm the man

[Chorus]
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 bizness, don't bother the G
Be easy - swear you stuntin' but you frontin' to me
Be easy - behind the scenes or behind yo breezies
Ay, be easy

[Verse 2]
?? kissin' ass when I came to leave
Set the standard for Atlanta, rearranged the lead
Okay, so what tha 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 yoself
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 don't hate be wise

[Repeat Chorus]

[TI talking ("Be easy" in the background)]
What it iz pimp? TIP., Trap Muzik, understand that?
Grand Hustle pimp! Ay, whus hattnin' Toomp?
Let's ride out homie! What it iz mayne?
P$C, Pimp Squad Click, shawty!
Uh, uh... A-Town... stay down..
Keep it pimpin', pimpin'!

Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [3X]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch
Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [3X]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch
Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [3X]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch

[TI]
I came up bumping Eazy-E, Cube, and Dre
(Scarface, OutKast what's happening 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 fucking with
I'm serious about this pimpin shit
All the niggaz I kick it with looking 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 to strong I ain't with your shit
You going to make me split your shit
Two things I ain't seen is this you a fony bitch I can't get
Eyes on the ride yeah right shut the fuck......

[Chorus ad libs (TI)]
Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [3X]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch
Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [3X]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch

[MJG]
Whole mack load it up hard as fine blow it up
M-J-G 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

[Eightball]
Look over hear
open up the door and let it cook in hear
Grab the mic a watch these niggaz tuck there tail and look in fear
As I bust around with no shells inside in myself
Lyrics like a conseled weapon sending you bitches straight to hell

[MJG]
Burning up just like in waco texas
Heating up your neckless
Scorching up your afro the devil coming at your
Ass any hard one for niggaz who really want it
M-J- fucking G with pussy and titties on it

[Eightball]
Them bitches love when they see pimping come up in it
24 inches under somethin smoking tinted
Hustle hard for keep it cause I love to spend it
Pimping love is when your style is when you love to hit it

[Chorus ad libs (TI)]

[Bun B]
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 streesed man
Just still elementary just a glance couldn't learn it is hurting my chances
Pack pistols just to blast it (blast it)
I put it to second guessers I blast it it just to prove it (prove it)
Mother fuckers get a moving (moving)
I born into hustling I grew up tustlin
Gave my muscle in and got into meeting my frail but hell I put my trust in
My left and right hand grinding threw the night
And I keep my family right and see some paper like a white man
Balling in the ninth (and) we holding 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 fucking peel
But we ain't sleeping till they free and pimping here that's the fucking drill

They say love blind, so why can't I picture this guhl mine?
Yea I dig her but I figure, I'm wastin this guhl time
I'm runnin from relationshipz, 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 seperate sides of life, two different backgrounds
Shawty been legit and I just started to rap now
I ain't tryina act now, I'm bein real witchu
Really, I just wanted to kick it and chill witchu
But the picture got bigger, 'fo 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 feelins is this, you can't change it
Yo preception on me, I don't think I can maintain
We flirtin with disaster, this game we playin iz dangerous
You the best thang that happened since I don became famous
But sometimes I think we shoulda remained strangers

[Chorus - Jazze Pha]
I... I chose you baby
(Stay with me now, stay with me, sing it fo me shawty)
I, I, I, I... I chose you baby
(Ah, come on, uh, uh, uh c'mon)

[Verse 2 - TI]
I like you to persue, 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 friendz and nuthin mo
Evendoe anotha time, anotha life, anotha 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 righ, I'm willin ta 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'on wanna call'er

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

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

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

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

[Bridge: 1x]

[Hook: 1x]

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

[Bridge: 1x]

[Hook: 1x]

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

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

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

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

[chorus]

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

[chorus (3x)]

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

[chorus (til end)]

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

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

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

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

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

[Hook]

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

[HooK: 2x]

(TI 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

We going to Cuba wit' this one
Yea, I been rehabilitated, rejuvicated
And most important:relocated
So now, with no further to do

[Hook 2x]
Now ladies stand up
Or if you wit' me shake ya titties
Throw your hands up
And all the ballers poppin' bottles throw a grand up
And if you feeling like I'm feeling keep them hands up
And keep ya hands up

Hey, from the sunrise to the midnight star
I'm by far the hottest new thing the South seen
Bringing sixteen bars, got six clean cars
Vert's, Hoops, four doors, do momo's, and Tahoes
Star hoes, yo hoes is our hoes
Keri pullin up to the Shark Bar on the Northstar
Wit' a Puerto Rican porn star
We in La Vida La Loca
See you can't flow like me or rock a show like me
Get dough like me
Shouldn't signed 'em, he ain't gon' blow like me
But give me a quarter of his bonus and half his budget
And I guarantee he go double but if you don't, you in trouble
It's gon' take him three coupes just for him to recoup'
Or witness shawty flop, like the last three groups
While I'm in Cancun' 'round see-thru's on a three week cruise
It'll take more than the likes of these fools to make me lose
Sheesh, floppin is something I can't see
Ladies, obey the chorus
Shake ya titties for me please

[Hook (2x)]

Uh, I came to blow the spot
Hit the club wit' cheddar knots
Ridin wit' a badder bitch
You gonna get or ever got
Try me boy, you better not
Shawty and I'm very hot
Toting forty cap, forty five nine's every glock
Blow you up in that very spot you standing in
Then vanishing
Undo this manana then, throw away this can and then
Back to poppin mo and blow and dro and money handlin'
You and your lil' posse can not stop me and this clan I'm in
While you slanderin', you better ask ya gul who the man again
Turning out a superstar back into a fan again
Damagin' all who peek, line 'em all in the street
I'll do 'em one at a time wit' one line on one beat
Say ya almost gold, that's what I sold in one week
Got a flock of freaks, while you hold on to one biich
I'm like a Pez dispenser, shawty, I spit treats
The nigga who even sound good on a bullshit beat

[Hook (2x)]

Well pussy nigga, you can like it, you can love it
You can bite it, you can dub it
But you can't do it how we does it
When we ballin' in public
Where the grill full of gold or Seville full of hoes
Wood wheels and some Voe's or hun'ed gold spokes
I park at the club and a hun'ed hoes choke
Spark up some dubs, let them hun'ed hoes blow
I run game to get the hoe once they act like I can't run it no mo'
I stunt them hoes broke and her money po' po'
You can't smoke the way we smoke if you ain't smokin' no dro'
Drink the way we drink wit no Hen' and no Mo'
You can't ride the way we ride if you ain't slammin Benz do's
Can't ball wit' me if you got eight but can only spend fo'
You ain't VIP like me and can't be searching your coat
Ain't no P.I. like me if you ain't workin' no hoes
Can't do the shit we do, the way we do wit' no dough
That's like trying to win a ballgame, if you ain't takin no score

Ay shawty
(Whussup playa?)
Ay, you 'memba dat broad we met back on da road last year, bout '99?
(Da one up in NYC?)
Nah, nah, not the one from New York, I 'memba her too doe
I'm talkin bout the one from L.A.
lil bad bitch I met in da mall wit da big azz
(Oh, oh, dat bitch)
Here wha she said
(Whussup?)

[Chorus]
I'll meet you at the hotel, we can fuck all night
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
(Shit, let'z do it... where u at?)
I said, meet me at the hotel, we can fuck all night
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
(Shit baby, keep yo mouth shut we can do it, sho nuff)

[Verse 1 (TI)]
One day in L.A., I'm at the mall
Pickin me up a coupla pairs of silk drawls
And I ran into this fine azz well built broad
She was in hard from a long way
So I'm finna go on swing shawty way
Just like da song say, cuz I don't play
Miss lady built like a amazon
A 5'9", light brown, wit some sandals on
Da kinda azz dat make you wanna grab a handle on
And fuck her all day in da hallway with the candlez on
So I wave, and I speak and conversation coo
She asked my name, where I'm from and why I talk the way I do?
I said "Cuz I ain't from round hea, I'm from Atlanta shawty, but anywayz
We can still get togetha, cuz I'm gon be hea fo a coupla dayz"
And then she say, she never been ta Georgia, she was dyin ta visit
Well, I'm in room 312, at the Sofatel, I'm sho that they listed
She got the digits, say she like me, and that we can be friends
If I ain't welcome shawty, don't invite me, ain't no need ta pretend
I'm wanna lick on ya neck, kiss ya earz, and make yo knee bend
Put ya azz in positionz you never thought you'd be in
Now, I'm tellin you shawty, fuckin wit me, like divin of deep end
Have you sneekin, creepin in Georgia, freak on the weekend

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 2 (TI)]
This time, it was me n KP, in NYC
On some Quevo and Hennessy, and 2 sweets with two freaks
Some of da baddest thangz in Times Square wit some long hairz, cute feet
One of'em say she wanna drive me to Coney Island so she can show me the new beach
Couldn't nobody ride wit me doe, cuz da car only had 2 seatz
Lil' cute freak, in da Z3, remind me of one of my hoez in da GC
Told me her name was Sharell but all of her friendz call her Cici
Say she up hea goin ta NYU, but originally she frum DC
Say she'd love ta freak me, reminisce while listenin to mah CD
Lay me out on the beach feed me strawberriez n kiwi
Shawty say she like wha she see, can't wait ta get down hea n see me
Round Freaknik, say soon az you hit da city all you gotta do iz beep me
And let me know whut itz finna be, the Four Seasons or the Embassy
Get a voice mail round 10 ta 3, and then wha she said ta me...

[Repeat Chorus]

Tell'em how you did the broad shawty
(I fucked the bitch... and forgot the bitch)

[Verse 3 (Too $hort)]
I'm havin fun... gettin pussy on the run
Bitches comin to mah room, tryna make me cum
In *Cleveland* last weekend, O-High Hoe, whuz really goin on?
She said "Stick it down my throat"
A lotta yall married... to mah ex trampz
She shouldn't worry, I sent the bitch to sex camp
Taught her how to fuck, she made you fall in love
I fucked her real tough, now you can't get enough
Knockin on mah door fo yo hoe, das no game pimp
I fucked all them bitchez DMX was namin
Fuckin hoez from Milly, bitchez out in Philly
Puerto Rican, Dominican, New York pussy, ya feel me
I been nationwide since '88
So don't clown when I'm around, keep yo lady straight
Cuz I'ma... beat her pussy down in the worst way
You waited six months, and I fucked her on the first date, at the Hotel

[TI & Too $hort talkin through Chorus]
Meet me at the hotel, we can fuck all night
(Hoe, don't tell nobody... BIATCH!!!)
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
(That'z right... we runnin' up in deze hoez...
Trackstarz baby, real playaz, ballin in da ATL)
I said, meet me at the hotel, we can fuck all night
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
(You betta ask yo bitch about us
Take the game from Timbucktoo to the Kalimazoo
You know how a playa do...
... and one mo thang baby...
Check out time... Arivaderchi, capeesh? Bishhh...)

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

[Verse 1]
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 loose
Knew I could loose 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

[Repeat Chorus 1 w/ ad libs]

[Verse 2]
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 u, we humans 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' yein care
I know it wasn't fair, but ay, it wasn't fun
But now what's done is done, no matter what, 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
I still love you

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
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 it'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, when, 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 size
Same goals, said thangs at the same time
But then we destroyed the situation like the a changed mind
How could I look her in her eyes and holla dat aint 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

[Chorus 2X]
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

YEA...
Dis for all my niggaz who think dey hard...
[laughing]
You wanna know whats hard(whats hard pimp?)
Goin about yo day nigga losin yo life at the end of it
Now dats whats hard...(MINDING MY MUTHAFUCKING BUSINESS)
Let me tell yall bout the last day i lived nigga

[Verse]

Im in tha 96 Impala with tha gat in my lap
Annihilating any nigga tryin to work in my trap
Now see the feds got me tap'd
So to keep em' off of my bac
I got a crib in tha trap and a crib to relax
Now my indictment was a secret and thats the way that they keep it
If i aint have a hoe givin head to tha feds
Comin bac tellin me exactly what they said
Im 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 tha hell ima bail? a grap my scale
Get another key and ima slang my yayo
Niggaz on tha westside cant re-up becuz its a drought
So i check tha crack house...
DAMN it sold out
So back to tha crib so i can check this stash
Aint sure about how much dope i had
Got a couple keyz in the safe right now
Weigh it up cook it up then chop it down
Now im ready to go and pick up my fetti
But before i leave tha house i cant dip without grabbin my G'z
And my keyz to my brand new V put em in pocket with tha gat to see
Niggaz pleeze nigga you holla bout freeze
Put this red dot to ya ass n squeeze
Now im dippin bac to tha swats
With tha 4-4 and a plastic glock
Turned around and i had to stop
Couldnt trap swarn it wuz cops
Standin there n i still aint scared
Mac Boney nem must have fled
Only cops is i fear is tha feds
On my car flashin blue n red
Damn there dey go now its time to dip
Got tha 4-4 right my hip
9 millimeter wit a extra clip
Dats what yall niggaz get fuckin round wit TIP
Bustin at em
N cussin at em but aint no shakin em
Them bullets dat they wuz bustin at me my vest wuz takin em
Makin dem pigs fall in pain
Turned around cuz one call my name
Took a hot one to tha brain
Yea i died but LONG LIVE THA GAME...

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
You think them niggaz is hot
Well shawty look what I got
(nigga 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

[Verse One]
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
Be-gin-ning
In the city that he in
He was rappin' in the cafeteria
But now that nigga serious
Heard he got a CL, a EXT on Spreewells
Several Chevy's on 24's
(Hold up), "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. (ay, shawty)
(for real nigga?)

[chorus]
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

[Verse Two]
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 shole 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
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, it's gone take a little more (to what?)
To double up and bring it back
And make a little more (You movin' slow)
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 (so shawty

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

I'm either running for my life or I'm just waiting to die
I'm the supplier of the fire if you're chasing a high
It's never, when or why, it's the way that he die
Did he stand like a man till the day that he die
Or was he reaching for guns or trying to run
Or was he outside on the lawn in front of his son
And if ya, running your mouth you can die in the slum
Cuz in the, south where I'm from they dying for crumbs
You can die for your Patna's or die for ya moms
Or you could die cuz your nigga just heard the alarm, just stealing
Or die in a plane they say it's a bomb
When they run it into a tower, they just say it's Saddam
Screaming Allah the moment that it's hitting the building
With total disregard for all men women and children
See niggaz get killed when, people mix they money with feelings
I'm filling my money up in the wall some in the ceiling
I'm just one of the millions of niggaz who ?
It's a war going on and they killing for nothing
We were in denial all awhile they where flicking the buttons
I'd rather be dying for something instead of living for nothing
End of discussion

[Chorus]
Hey, ain't no more talk
Just start killing niggaz off till ain't no more chalk
Or no mo' tape, to outline no mo' scenes
Or no mo' crimes, no mo' dying for no mo' phenes
Or no mo' rims and thing's and no mo' green
And no mo' chains and ring's that go bling bling
And no mo' passionate rapping and so it seems
It's just these talent less rappers they all acting
And I know, so ain't no mo' talk
Just start killing niggaz off till ain't no mo' chalk
Or no mo' tape, to outline no mo' scenes
Or no mo' crimes, no mo' dying for no mo' phenes
Or no mo' rims and thing's and no mo' green
And no mo' chains and ring's that go bling bling
And no mo' passionate rapping and so it seems
It's just these talent less rappers they all acting
And I know

[Verse 2]
Yeah they said it wasn't no mo' green for no mo' grind
No mo' room for no mo' kings and no more crown to be given but by no means
Am I any more conceited than this game needed
And if I say it believe it, I'm running the region, you see it
Popping and blowing, I'm stopping I'm going
I'm just, telling, you knowing, you sleeping, or hating
And I don't care what you niggaz is thinking or saying
About, you know who, the one who say you know what, do you know where
But you the best cuz you goin' care
Now I ain't think so either, but we know greed'll make ya
Do strange thang's if we ain't people
And if ya, busting bout nothing, than we ain't equal
You just cussing for nothing and poisoning people
And it's embarrassing laughing at all of your songs
And you can hate me right now but you'll miss me 'fore long, when I'm gone