T.I. LYRICS

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T.I. - About My Issue - lyrics

I'm about my issue baby
And you can tell them my name yeah
I'm about my issue baby
Whatever stands in my way yeah
Every time I take...
A chance is all I seek
God with me
I'mma find my way
You came in my house and found a couple hand guns
And a new sk
Catch a cake
Get away by grace God
Stand on the complex
Laugh hard
Man didn't tell you that you're playing hard?
I pull a card on jp
Before your block turns around
Pull a vp
And laugh while lookin' at tv
And I certify my gangster
New Italian suits on my hanger
I got lace and diamond rings
And shiny things
Come try the king
Cause I'm about my issue baby
And you can tell them my name yeah
I'm about my issue baby
Whatever stands in my way yeah
All block nevermind lookin' at her
Look, keep it movin' in that skirt
Men over there try to shoot your guy
It's hard for me to tell
How high I am
Now you see it
Don't believe it still
And all I ever had was a Glock 23 and an instrument
We set the lan and we get the plan
You can ride this and get splashed
You're a wild girl
Go count girl
Even though you keep it down
You're loud girl
You turned down
I don't know how girl
I'm about my issue baby
And you can tell them my name yeah
I'm about my issue baby
Whatever stands in my way yeah
Girl listen, listen, I dream too much
Probably cause I sing too much
Bring your gun to now
Bring your gun to now
Pop it and run to it now
You really got a way so you try to play it down
When they kick you down and run thorugh your house
Cuffs on your wrist
And they cussin' you now
It all makes sense then
Top at the top
Why do we rock?
Grime to provide
Not just to shine
Blood in my eyes
Not on my side
You're playin' with me?
I'mma try it and I'mma show out
If I got to go there
I prepare to go now cause
I'm about my issue baby
And you can tell them my name yeah
I'm about my issue baby
Whatever stands in my way yeah

T.I. - ASAP - lyrics

Asap,asap, asap
Asap, asap, asap
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, you niggaz better exit
Asap, asap, asap, asap
Ay-s, ay-p, ay-s, ay-p
Asap, asap, asap, asap
Ay-s, ay-p, ay-s, ay-p
Asap, asap, asap, asap
A-s-a-p, A-S-A-P
[Verse 1]
I'm on my grind, grand hustle
Got the mind and the muscle
50 carrats in the crown just to shine on you suckas
I still tote the Glock 40 for the haters and the bustas
***** probation, if a nigga try to play me I'ma bust him
Ion't need no security, reaching for my jewlery
Get you niggaz popped quick, filled full of hot shit
Fresh out the box Tip hot than a drop 6
Made a quarter mil' in the penn givin' stock tips
Haters wanna stop Tip, mad 'cus they not Tip
Ball every summer so your baby mama jock Tip
You don't no drama pimp, I promise I do not slip
Chrome 4-5th, hid well if the cops trip
Bought my girl a Hummer with the chrome right in front of dat
5 carrat stones with the platinum all up under dat
Rap beef I ain't gonna participate in none of dat
I'm aimin' at your fitted cap and you ain't gonna want none of dat
[Hook]
(Asap asap asap...)
A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P
Ask anbody who runnin' a G, bet they finna say me A-S-A-P
Niggaz hatin' on P.S.C. get straightened A-S-A-P
A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P
[Verse 2]
I know alota rappers don't like me, but they won't fight me
Feds swear I sell dope, well why they won't indict me?
Advances on the throne, I ain't never take it lightly
But all that tongue-wrestlin' hatin' while I'm gone don't excite me
How many rappers you know that could hold they own on White street
East steady talkin' on the cell phone nightly
Normal population, half the jail just like me
Polices think I'm crazy, scared a nigga gon' strike me
Contrarily, a nigga tryin' me is unlikely
They barkin' don't bother me, I'll be bombin' 'for they bite me
They just shocked to see my rap's exactly how my life be
Shiesty, with a conversation quite pricey
My fist so rocky and and wrist so icey
Might be, thrown off my rocker just slightly
Fiesty, claimin' hot temper don't ignite me
I'm only gonna ask ya find the exit once politely
[Hook]
(Asap asap asap...)
A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P
Ask anbody who runnin' a G, bet they finna say me A-S-A-P
Niggaz hatin' on P.S.C. get straightened A-S-A-P
A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P
[Verse 3]
Flip, say who known to the land and the people
My plan is to keep you atleast 2, levels under me where I need you
I'ma take advantage of my chance to defeat you
Your true colors done shown, now it's on when I see you
I'm grown nigga, so let it be know we ain't equal
You sadly mistaken if you thinkin' I can't reach you
Beat you, to a *****in' pulp if I need to
The very spot ya standin' in then is where I'll leave you
Seen on the scene white tees and the v-suits
O.G. status, Ion't beef unless I need to
Sissy you way outa line and you runnin' outa time
Hang behind closed do's when ya heard I got some time
Yeah I know you were thinkin' outa sight and outa mind
But I'm the wrong one for you to try if you were tryna shine
Listen nigga this shit here is more than just alota rhymes
Ion't know what ya do for your respect, but I'ma die for mine
[Hook]
(Asap asap asap...)
A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P
Ask anbody who runnin' a G, bet they finna say me A-S-A-P
Niggaz hatin' on P.S.C. get straightened A-S-A-P
A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P
Asap, asap, asap
Asap, asap, asap
Asap... asap, A-S-A-P, A-S-A-P
Asap, asap, asap
Asap, asap, asap
Asap... asap, A-S-A-P, A-S-A-P

T.I. - Act II (T.I.) - lyrics

Umm... Goddamn... Uh What The *****, What Time Is It? I Swear I Parked My Car... Shit
Aye... Light Hit My Face Sun Brought The Heat
Open My Eyes See My Car Parked Across The Street
And Then It Hit I Ain't Really Slept That Long In A Week
Matter Fact I Don't Even Remember Falling Asleep
Alantic Office Claimin J Just Keep Calling The Heat
Is It An Emergency Or Something You Need To Talk To Me?
J Said (i Thought You Needed To Talk To Me)
(if It's A Change Made Aware I Think I Outta Be
You Making Ultimatums Now You Don't Talk To Me
You Make Shit Way Worse Then It Outta Be
I Aint Arguin On The Phone Come Talk To Me
Ill Be Waitin On You Dawg At The Office Peace)
Now Im Thinkin Hard As I Walk Ot My House
The F***k Have I Done Now, What Could He Be Talkin Bout?
I Been Stayin Outta Trouble Shit I Bin On The Couch
I Was Workin On The Album I Was Listenin Now
Then Doug Called (ay You Spoke To J?)
Yea Is It Something I Dont Know That I Was Supposed To Say?
All I Know Before The Hour I Awoke Today
Nigga Commin Wit The Realist And He Chose Today
Im Real Close To J I Seen Ups And Downs Hit
But I Aint Never Heard Him Sound The Way That He Sounded
It Really Caught A Nigga By Surprise, I Was Astounded
He A Real Cool Dude But Why He Call Me Clownin?
(you Say'n You Dont Know Bout It?)
Know Bout What?
(atlantic Records Said You Called The Office And Went Nuts)
(makin Death Threats Talkin Loud Gettin Buck)
Man They Said I Did What? Folks Im Just Gettin Up
(say You Waitin Out Your Deal Till You Hear Its Up)
(planin To Make Away With 20 Million Bucks)
You Bullshitin Me Right? Is You Serious Brugh?
(yea They Said You Found Out The Rapper T.i.p Wit Us
I Talked To Craig, Jewels And Kais A Long Time
Long Story Short They Said You Don Lost Ya Damn Mind
And I Runnun Off Deep And Across Ya Damn Mind
You Crossed The Thin Line, I'm Hearin Em Tell Atlantic
Its So Much Shit About Cha, They Dont Give A Shit About Cha
Say'n You Ain't Doin' Nothing They Couldn't Have Done Without Cha
You Ain'y Never Been Hotta, Worked A Whole Lotta Years And Came Up
To Go Way Back To The Bottom, What...)
Man...what The Hell Is Yall Talkin Bout?
I Been In The House All Night
I Don't Know Nothing Bout That Shit Man
I Got The Album Right Here
Man Send This To Em

T.I. - At Ya' Own Risk - lyrics

[Hook:]
Shawty don't be playin' with me
I don't care if you got a boyfriend or not, girl
You're such a? If you can't get with me
Before it'd be over, you'll be spending the night, girl
I can see you look like you're ready to rock
And girl, obviously, this picture you wanna give it to me
[Verse:]
Ridin' off in Hollywood
Kickin' it with hotter &*()
Our n****s a lotta wood
Give it to em hardcore
All they do is holla good
? Stroke it
And I lean in it, father, do it!
She so s***, her complection say she from Bollywood
In my section, I wonder will a five dolla do it?
If not, a 50 or 100, still, I gotta do it
You surely would, if you were me then I'm fo' sure you could
Get her in a? And a Honda
Have em both in it to my younger
You with, baby, he don't want no prolem
If yo man ain't a killa, what the f**k I care about him?
No comparison, there ain't nun' rare about her
Witness sayn he was just standin' there and then he shot him
Tricker got no heart when that thang squeeze
But I'll catch a body to make ya my main squeeze
[Hook:]
Shawty don't be playin' with me
I don't care if you got a boyfriend or not, girl
You're such a? If you can't get with me
Before it'd be over, you'll be spending the night, girl
I can see you look like you're ready to rock
And girl, obviously, this picture you wanna give it to me
[Verse 2:]
Aye, raff triple black
Bentley mad white
She said she don't like girls, she did that night
They were takin' turns, I was takin' flights
Them competition in em, hit that
Goin' down, aye, of ya in the back
Man, I don't want her, ain't no mediocre
They spearin' me with critic, that the s**t I told 'er
The longer they got pretty toes and they ain't got an odor
I showed her, how to stack paper, no folder
Colder than an Eskimo shoulder
Strong, baby, I don't play 2 4 4 for the Vultures
Oh, yes, and she lookin' gorgeous
And you are just a lotta talk
The three down on her, then the four of us, we get it off
And they ain't get played, like they playin' college ball
Go out receive a fu***n' ball, bullshit me? Not at all!
[Hook:]
Shawty don't be playin' with me
I don't care if you got a boyfriend or not, girl
You're such a? If you can't get with me
Before it'd be over, you'll be spending the night, girl
I can see you look like you're ready to rock
And girl, obviously, this picture you wanna give it to me
[Verse 3:]
Quit all the playin' with me
You know we got em, you just gon' be mad at me
So if you love em then it's best you don't come home with me
Cuz when I get you to my crib you gon' belong to me
Ah, I understand if you don't wanna go
Just know what's gon' happen once we get through the door
Promise you sumthin' you ain't neva seen befo'
Say you with me, if you down, I ain't tellin' nobody
Don't tell me what you're gon' do
When you're ready, you gon' fall through
You can bring a friend too
Say you with me, if you down, I ain't tellin' nobody

T.I. - Bankhead - lyrics

[t.i.:] Westside Nigga (hey, Hey, Hey, Bankhead Nigga)
[chorus]
I Got My 44's, And My Dro, And My Chevy On 24's, And My Hoe,
Now Where'm I Sposed Ta Go (bankhead Nigga)
I Got My
44's, And My Dro, And My
Chevy On 24's, And My
Hoe, Now Where'm I Sposed Ta Go
(bankhead Nigga)
[t.i.:]
See Me
Riding In The Chevy 44's On The Seat Wit A
Quarter O Blow Get Low Lemme See, No Tags, No License, Da Trunk Loaded Wit D Riding
Fulton Ind., Where We Normally Be, They Pull Us
Over You Think I'm Stopping You Must Be *****in' Wit Me,
If They Don't Wanna Die Tonight They Best Stop *****in' Wit Me
Ima Pull Over In Bowen Homes Where My Cousin Will Be And They Gon'
Hide Me In They Home While They Lookin' For Me
[mac-boney:]
Now We The
Neighborhood Superstars, Pimp A Chevy Pullin' Hard
Thousand Dollars Worth Of Dimes
In The Trap With Rock Stars We
Puttin' Fear In Cowards Hearts
When They See Us On The Block
Swirvin' In Da Duce And Fo' All The Bustin' Shots Just Because The Hell I Care About Getting Caught
I'm Makin' Bail By 12 O'clock
Back In The Spot With The Same Bomb, Serve And Drop
I Pull A Hoe In Bangkok, Drop Her Off At Tip Spot
I'm Burnin' Rubber ***** The Cops, Another Day On My Block
[chorus]
[ak:]
I'm
Cadillac Daddy Pulled Up On Some Hoes From Old Naddy
Said I'm Pimp Squad Hoe What's Happenin'
Westside Getting Them Panties Snapping
She Asked Me Can I Do The Laffy Taffy
I Said I Do To Make The ***** Happy
Lets Get Em Home Over On Virginia
Step Inside A Sweeta Nigga Contender You In For A
Lil Fender Bender
Baby Just Remember Make It Quick
You Niggas Kinda Know Me I'm The Shit
[big Kuntry:]
I'm The In The
Bubble, Cush Chevy Well At Least That's What It Smells Like
Hit The Gas, Poof, Fire Blowing Out The Tailpipe
Tailpipe, That's All These Hoes Wanna Lick For The Night I
Treat Em Like Tina Beat The ***** And Ya Call Me Ike
That's Right, Monster Ridin' Sittin' On The 28's It
Sounds Like A Stadium, You Woulda Thought The Braves Played
The Engine Running Like Vick
With The Falcons On The Hood
Mr. Mr. Westside
Yeah You Know They In My Hood
[chorus]
[c-rod:]
Ain't No
Telling Where I'm Goin', Once I'm Steppin' Out, Singin' On The
High Life Windows Up In The Clouds Open Up Your Consel That's Where I Got My Gun,
Right Next To That
Get That Finger Roll Another One
I Got The Vitamins Make A Freak ***** All Night
Hoes Know Killas On The Westside
Earn Stripes Make The Money Turn Right Just Look At My
Piece And My Grillz Swirvin'
Off Church Street The Pimp God Gave Me Skills
[young Dro:]
I Was Born Up In Bankhead (young Dro)
Ya'll Remember Me
Way Back In 83', T.i. Stayed On The Street For Me
Just 'cause I'm From Bankhead, Niggas Havin' Beef With Me
Half Never Seen A G, In The Cap And My Beemer V
10 Screens Folded, In My Chevy Watchin' "lean On Me"
Ridin' Down Simpson Bout To Waste My Purple Lean On Me
Purple In The Clean On Me, The Hoes On Premolean
Waffle House Charges The Color Black, I Got A Bee On Me
[chorus]

T.I. - Be Better Than Me - lyrics

[intro]
Huh
Ok, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh
Ay, Ok, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ok
Come On
[repeat]
[verse 1]
I Never Know Whether I'm Livin Fo Tomorrow Or Dyin Fo Today
But Either Way I'm Tryna Move A Hundred Dymes In A Day
They Sat That Crime Don't Pay, But I'm Gone Stay On The Grind In The A
Wit The Same Ole J's
I Know The Lames Gone Say That I Done Changed No Way
I'm In The Gutta Everyday Tryna Slang Mo Ya
In The Middle Of The Trap, We Hang The Dro Blaze
Niggaz In The Trap Ain't Changed In 4 Dayz
Waitin On A Page Dat Sayin The Blow Came
Instead Of Us Just Finding Mo Ways To Get Paid
Anyway, In The Fire, I Done Been There Homey
Niggaz Ball, Niggaz Die And Ain't Shit Fair Homey
Dem Crackers Give Ya Some Time And Get To Sit There Homey
My Niggaz Dyin, I'll See Ya When I Get There Homey
Ay, Born Alone, Die Alone In Life
But Right Or Wrong, Folk It's On Fo Life
Just Be Betta Than Me
[chorus]
Shawty, The Streets Ain't The Place To Be
I'm Telling You Cuz It's To Late Fo Me
Ay Be Betta Than Me
Crackas Love Nuttin Betta To See Then Young Niggaz Wit A Felony Sheet
So Be Betta Than Me
I Know Ya Mamma Waitin Faithfully On Her Baby To Graduate Ya See
You Way Betta Than Me
Betta Than Us, Betta Than This, Take A Chance Nigga Change Some Shit
You Could Be Betta Than Me
[verse 2]
Ay, Its Rules In The Game Son, Learn It Young
When Dez Hatas Speak Yo Name Man Burn Dey Tongue
Neva Be Ashamed Of How Ya Live Or Where Ya From
You Stack A Mill, Niggaz Will See How Far You Come
Without A Gun, You Got Somethin'll Make 'em Bar You Son
That's A Million Dollar Mind, Why, Dez Niggaz Is Dumb
Yea They Gon Get Outta Line, But Dez Niggaz Is Scum
They Outta Sight And Outta Mind 'til You Visit The Slum, Stay Down
Stay On The Grind And Yo Digits'll Come, Bottom Line
You Gotta Shine No Matta What You Become
Dez Streets Is 40 Percent Of Yo Mind And 5 Percent Muscle
10 Struggle, 10 Time, And 35 Percent Hustle
And Trust If Dey Don't Burry The Scared, Dey Burry The Dead
When Anticipatin Pistol Play, Be Very Prepared
And If You Ain't, Find Somewhere To Burry Yo Head
Because Them Hot Ones From The Choppas Tear Ya Body To Shreds
I Said
[chorus]
Shawty, The Streets Ain't The Place To Be
I'm Telling You Cuz It's To Late Fo Me
Ay Be Betta Than Me
Crackas Love Nuttin Betta To See Then Young Niggaz Wit A Felony Sheet
So Be Betta Than Me
I Know Ya Mamma Waitin Faithfully On Her Baby To Graduate Ya See
You Way Betta Than Me
Betta Than Us, Betta Than This, Take A Chance Nigga Change Some Shit
You Could Be Betta Than Me
[verse 3]
In A Broke Down Cadillac, Ridin' High
Not Many Trusts In This Life Either Shine Or Die
Ima Live One Of Two Ways, Either Grind Or Cry
And Ima Grind It Out, Even If I'm Dyin It Out
Ain't Got No Mo Than Me, So What The ***** You Lyin About
That Man Right There, But Ain't Gon Be When Dey Start Findin Out
That That Bullshit You Be Talkin Ain't The Real Deal
That Ain't You Blow, Them Ain't Yo Cars So How You Really Live
See What You Need To Do Is Take A Chilly-willy Pill
Go And Chill Yo Ass Out, Fo Dey Deal Yo Ass Out
A Bad Hand From A Mad Man, In A Mad Clan
All Dem Otha Niggaz Take A Fall You Gon Take The Last Stand
Gnawed In, Sawed In, How Everybody Ball
When Everybody Else Is All In You Don't Know Where To Fall In?
Need Some Flaw Henn, I'm Telling You Shawty
And Don't Be Buyin None Of Dat Bullshit Sellin You Shawty
And All That Otha Shit They Talkin Is Irrelevant Shawty
Tell 'em, Show You The Papa, Fo Dey Show You The Cable
You See A Whole Different Nigga When You Open Dem Drables
Follow Hatas Nuttin Holy Can Saves Us
Shawty Be Betta Than Me
[chorus]
Shawty, The Streets Ain't The Place To Be
I'm Telling You Cuz It's To Late Fo Me
Ay Be Betta Than Me
Crackas Love Nuttin Betta To See Then Young Niggaz Wit A Felony Sheet
So Be Betta Than Me
I Know Ya Mamma Waitin Faithfully On Her Baby To Graduate Ya See
You Way Betta Than Me
Betta Than Us, Betta Than This, Take A Chance Nigga Change Some Shit
You Could Be Betta Than Me
[repeat 1]

T.I. - 24's - lyrics

Artist: T.I.
Album: Trap Muzik
Song: 24's
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
That's how all my niggaz know
Blowin dro,on twenty-fo'
That's how all my niggaz roll
[T.I.]
In a drop top chevy with the roof wide open
My partners looking at me to see if my eyes open
Cause I've been drankin, and I've been smokin
Flying down 285 but I'm focused
Four fifty four s-s, I race Porsches
White leather seats, as fresh as Air Forces
Doing bout a hundred but the track still bumping
Number 8 on N.W.A., "Straight Outta Compton"
Pull up at your apartment sitting on 20 somethings
And the dope boys hollin "what's hapnin", kid runnin in
The clicks start dancin and the broads start choosin
And the cars been parked but the rims keep movin
Sign pictures by the hundred, to the youngins in the hood
Cause I ain't hollywood, I come from the hood
I'm used to it, if your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating
24 inch Daytons got the Chevrolet shaking
[Chorus]
[T.I.]
I'll make a mill' and I'm satisfied, I'll get the rest
Underaged civilian in the tigthest ride, I want the best
I refuse to get a 9 to 5, I'm a flip my ki's
Been payin my dues since eighty-nine, trying to get my cheese
Diamonds gleam when I'm on the scene, they know its me
Ain't no dream or no fantasy (biitch) it's T-I-P
Brought busting, like a baby do a blanket
Five karat VVS's on my mother*****ing pinkie
Half of Hennessy and Belvedere
What we dranking, pimp squad send for broads
What the hell you niggaz thinkin
Young nigga spendin weekends on the islands in the fall
24 inch rim shining when I'm riding cause I'm ballin
I'm calling out shots like a pool shark
My tools spark in the dark when I fool marks
Y'all fools hearts in the wrong place at the wrong time
I got a strong mind to grab my chrome nine
And shoot at your ass for a long time
But I'm a get that ass hauled off, ***** around with the click
they'll be lookin for your dick wit a stick
Nigga y'all soft, so y'all lost, cause I'ma ball at all costs
Spit game at a dame, make her ride on this thang
'til she falls off and sucks balls off, I got the
[Chorus]
[T.I.]
I'm not boucing little shorty, I'm relaxing right now
I probably still be trappin if I wasnt rapping right now
Bragging about pistols at the house, I want 'em strapped right now
Keep on talkin folk, I'll lay you on your back right now
Want ta act right now, get smacked right now
I'm a buck a mother*****er, I don't know to back down
Clown down here fakin, frontin
Talkin bout what you makin - nothin
I'm 21 and 10 years deep, that shit to me ain't nothin
I'm raised by the niggaz gettin head from the jays
Lose your leg when I spray, end up dead from the 'K
Stay ready for the raid, paid heavy from the yae
I told my class to kiss my ass, I make a living everyday
(54th Platoon sample)
[Chorus] - (fades)

T.I. - About The Money Remix - lyrics

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
I step up in this b***h like Moses
Damn right, m**********r, Red Sea got departed
This is that All About The Money Remix?
Well, I'ma kill a m**********r before it even get started
The chrome to the bricks, n***a rag to the riches
Damn right, n***a did it with his soul
N***a still livin' like a G, keep some n****s 'round me
That'll kill your a** like some Ebola
Serve 'em out the Range Rover
I swear my Rollie stay shining like a rainbow
I took that money machine, filled it with hella green
You be shining like I sprayed you with some oil sheen
Dc, Young Fly, now what the f**k you mean?
Young said he Seen It All, now what the f**k ya'll seen?
Grow up in the [?], came in a helicopter
David Beckham, way I kick it like I'm playing hella soccer
I turn the valet to a helipad
N***a straight walk up in the b***h like I'm Nino
From the coat on my back, to the shoes on my feet
Everything on me Valentino
I'm talkin' Boyz In Tha Hood with the solo, n***a
Testarossa back then, ex polo n***a
N****s still on my d**k, what you a homo, n***a?
When you sayin' my name it's free promo, n***a
[Hook: T. I.]
If it ain't about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, n***a I ain't gettin' up
If it ain't about the money
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time
If it ain't about the money
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do s**t
If it ain't about the money
B***h, you can miss me with it, b***h n***a miss me with it
Turn it!
[Verse 2: T. I. + Young Thug]
What you think I'm standin' in the trap for?
With the fully automatic at the back door
Cause when it's on, know it's on, call me king Corleone
I'mma keep it 1000 like a crack ounce
Give a damn if you flat broke
I'm fitlhy rich, I'm still the same, that's a fact though
Oh yeah, we all about the money, n***a
All you got is money when my name hold weight like a fat ho
I can never join in the game unless I'm capo
Milkin' these n****s even though I'm fu***n' lactose
Take off on the cops, mama said don't look back bro
I'm in New York and I'm ballin' just like a Net though
I'm drinkin' bubblegum pink like Pepto
Bizmo, bet she wanna come through
And get low, I'ma be with Haitians
All my Zoe's, Tip tell these n****s, bro
Bank roll mafia, yeah, we all we retarded
I'ma give you 15 from the carbine
Hit you in the leg, in your head, then your face
When you dead bet ya I'ma take your place on the Forbes list
So better remember with the bullshit partna
I'll be hopping out your bushes with a full clip, got 'em
I'll take a big stick to a f**k n***a neck
Swinging at him kind of like a piñata
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I'mma beast with the choppa, I'm the same without it
Graduated from the lean, that's my alma mater
Shoot 'em in his head, say look at my roof
No sticks, no seeds, only kush in my kush
Make a n***a commit suicide and call it a selfie
I get M's like mmm-mmmm-mmm
I'm an a*****e, I'm full of myself
You get an a*****e full of my foot
They find your a** in the woods when they look
And these hoes ain't as good as they look
I need to take my own advice though, cause if the p***y good then I'm good
Where your ghetto pass n***a, I been big since a little a** n***a
You little a** n***a, you don't get a pass n***a
Started as a middle class n***a
When I blew up, I ain't even hear the blast n***a
I was chillin', smokin' on the loud
Focused on the future, but I need my money now
Don't give me the runaround
Upstairs in my mansion, knock knock, "who's there?"
I ain't even comin' down
[Hook: T. I.]
If it ain't about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, n***a I ain't gettin' up
If it ain't about the money
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time
If it ain't about the money
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do s**t
If it ain't about the money
B***h, you can miss me with it, b***h n***a miss me with it
Turn it!
[Verse 4: Young Thug]
I get money on a very rainy day and
I would love to spray your face with Olay, aye
No computer cause you never want a space head
I swallow mama [?] in the place [?]
I'ma big G dinosaur B
You know, ysl takin' over streets
I'ma K-Ci where is Jodeci
I'ma treat a man like he supposed to be
I'ma blood n***a, don't try to approach me
Girl let's hit like Kobe and Ginobili
If you not Gucci emoji can't ignore me
Her booty pop just like a circus baby show me
I might just take off on that broad cause she don't know me
There he go take that *****'s macaroni
No scale but my b*****s say I'm boney
Lil mama still blushing at the old me
[Verse 5: T. I.]
N***a thug in the impala whole hustle gang follow
Coming from a hundred thousand to another million dollars
You finna f**k around and get yo a** whooped dog
We send ya bullets bout the size of a football
I got a youngin' with a shottie, charge a hundred for a body
I'll pay that to watch a monkey f**k a football
Units of the yayo since I was a day old
Uncle taught me said hasta luego, If it ain't about the money!

T.I. - At The Bar - lyrics

Bartender I Really Did It This Time
Broke My Parole To Have A Good Time
When I Got Home It Was 6 A.m.
The Door Was Locked So I Kicked It In
She Was Trippin On The Bills,
I Think She Was High On Some Pills
She Through My Shit Out Into The Yard
Then She Called Me A Punk And Slapped Me Real Hard
And In My Drunken Stupor I Did
What I Should Of Never Done
Now I Am Sitting Here Talking To You
Drunk And On The Run
[chorus:]
I Sittin At The Bar On The Inside Waiting On My Ride On The Outside
She Broke My Heart At The Trailer Park So I Jacked Her Keys To Her *****ing Car
And Crashed That Piece Of Shit And Stepped Away
You Know Moe, I'll Probably Get Ten Years
So Just Give Me Beers Until They Get Here
Yeah I Know The Sun Is Coming Up
And Yall Are Probably Getting Ready For Closing Up
But I'm Trying To Drown My Soul
I Am Tired Of This Life On A Dirt Road,
And Everything That I Love Is Gone
And I'm Tired Of Hanging On
She Got Me Sittin At The Bar
[chorus]
Guess It Was Meant To Be Romance
Is Misery So Much For Memories
And Now I Am Heading To The Penitentiary
See Me On Tv The Next Cop Series
I Am A Danger I Guess I Should Have Did Something About My Anger
But I Never Learn, Real Things I Don't Concern
I Pour Kerosene On Everything I Love And Watch It Burn
I Know It's My Fault But I Wasn't Happy It Was Over
She Threw A Fit So I Crashed That Piece Of Shit
And Now I Am Going Back Again
Back To The Pen To See My Friends
When We All Pile Up On That County Van
They'll Ask Me Where I've Been
I've Been At A Bar On The Inside
[chorus]
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na

T.I. - Act I (T.I.P.) - lyrics

Rapper T.i.
3 Grammy Nominations
With The Second Highest Debut On The Hip Hop
If U Look Left There's A Monkey Next To An Anaconda
Sentenced To Probation
Philon Johnson Gun Downed.
In A Hail Of Gun
Suffered A Miscarriage
Atl Opens With A
Features With The Acting Debut Of Rapper T.i.
I Aint Sign Up For Dis Shit. Lost My Partner. Lost My Life Homes. F**k Dis Sh*t. Im Done.
A Listen Homes. Get Atlantic On Da Phone. Gon Call Em. Tell Craig, Julie, Cap And Col. I Need
To Holla At Em. First I Gotta Let Em Kno Im Tired Of Rapping. F**k Da Money. Ever Since Phil
Died I Aint Happy. A Wats Happenin. We Under New Operations. Though We Ready, We'd Like Ya
Cooperation Better. Listen When Im Talkin. Throwed Off. I Aint Patient. Ima Tell Once Then
Start Countin Shell Cases. Don't Mean To Scare But Dis Bullsh*t Is Irritating. Ima Tell U Like
It Is Shawty. I Aint Fin To Play. I Feel Another K Comin Round Da Corner Any Day. I Kno Da
Consequences. Im Da Same Nigga Anyway. Its Way More Important That Wat Im Fin To Say. Do Wat I
Say Or I Aint Droppin Sh*t Till 2028 (who Gives A F**k If He Comes On To 20 For 28. He Said Da
Year 2028 U F**kin Moron) Listen Guys. Im On Dat Be Hot Sh*t. Its T I P For Now On. F**k Dat T I Sh*t.
Give A Damn Wat Any Nigga Gotta Say Bout Dis. Yea I Think Its Best To Say I Did It.
Don't Be Emailin To Itinerary. I Wont Get It. Ya Best Bet
Just Holla When They Filled Da Jet. Tell City Aint No Photo Shoots And I Aint In Da Building.
Accused Now B In Da Southern Just To Shoot A Dozen Movies.
(cash Dat Check And Be Spending Our Money)
You Right About Dat Honey. Thanks For Doin Dat For Me. Speaking Of Money. You Can Always
Buy Me Out But Da Price High. I Aint None Of T I Nigga. No Moe Mister Nice Guy.
(listen Kid. Understand Me Here. Dis Is Leor Colin. You Better Treat Dis Company Wit Some Respect. And You
Better Not Be Playin Wit My Muthaf**king Money.) I Got Ya Motherf**king Money Partner But I
Aint Playin. U Got Any Since, Youll Do Wat Da F**k I Say. I Aint Sellin No God**** Albums. Dat
Aint No Threat. Dats A Muthaf**kin Promise Jack. Come And See Me If You Want. Get It Like Da
Red Cross Nigga.
[phone Hangs]

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