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Let Me Tell You Something

on June 25, 2010 - 11:49am

Let Me Tell You Something

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

[Verse 1]
Now what I got to say, seal with a kiss
Know I can't be your man why I feel like this
What I need with a woman when I live like this
Different chicks running in and out the crib like this
Maybe five, maybe six, seven, eight'll be enough
Plus the twins make ten but for you I give it up
Set times to the side just for us to live it up
Walking out a rav farm, purple label linen dove
It's hard for me to discuss what I had vision for us
Lots of trust, and a crib worth a couple million plus
So what if I got a pass, labelled a dirt bag
By the minute, hearts I broken and women I hurt bad
Might I add Christian Dior and fur jackets
A part of the pack, but still far from a marriage
It's easy to lose balance when hearts just start caring
With the attractions apparent, its hard to stop staring

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

[Verse 2]
If I can get a little bit of your time, shorty
I got some shit I want to get out my mind, and I know
You get enough of niggaz hollering ya fine (hey
ask...ask ya friend man, man I got this)
Introductions seem to bug you, them partnas of mine
My bad, I know you think I'm probably lying
Then imma stop to conversate, relates all of ya time...man
Look, but half of that shit is all in ya mind
Say you should follow your heart and I'm follow my mind
But anyway, when I see yo' face
Im thinking three or four days in Montego Bay
At the Half Moon, but I know she gon' say
I already have too many hoes, I know
But if I had you, all the dough I'd blow
On eleven karat pink stones trillion row
I wanna be the reason why you showing ya teeth
Without a worry in the world when you rolling with me

[Hook]

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Long Live Da Game

on June 25, 2010 - 11:49am

Long Live Da Game

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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...

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Let's Get Away Ft. Jazze Pha

on June 25, 2010 - 11:49am

Let's Get Away Ft. Jazze Pha

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[Chorus (T.I.)]
[Jazze Pha] Hey, let's get away and get a room on the other side of town
Hey shawty, I was feenin for you
(Was you thinkin' of me, ay, ay?..)
[Girl] Hey, let's get a room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down
(What have you been doing?)
Hey daddy, I was feenin for you

[Verse 1]
Bet they be like "I know he tired of the nightlife
He want a wife, he just lookin' for the right type"
Yeah right, I be ridin' through the city lights
My hat bent, gettin' high behind the 'lac tint
I'm chilling' with Brazilian women, heavy accents
They black friends translatin', got 'em all ass naked, ass chasing
Have relations with 'em many places
Leavin' semen in they pretty faces
Make 'em kiss they partners with it in they faces
Young pimpin' sprung women across the 50 states
Got young ladies requestin' "What's Your Name" on 50 stations
Askin' me what's a pussy popper, want a demonstration
But I ain't waitin' till the second date, I'm so impatient
Relieve 'em of they aggravation, take 'em rollerskatin'
On them Dayton's, tell 'em "Baby, stick with me, you're goin' places"
Go replace 'em, draw, erase 'em out my memory
Moist panties and wet sheets when they think of me

[Chorus (T.I.)]
[Girl] Hey, let's get away and get a room on the other side of town
Hey daddy, I was feenin for you
(Was you thinkin' of me? Ay, sing it for me, pimpin')
[Jazze Pha] Hey, let's get a room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down
(Tell 'em shawty)
Yeah baby, I was thinking of you

[Verse 2]
Yo, yo... uh..
From Miami to Cali, from Vegas to Jersey
Got 'em in Houston, Virginia, New Orleans, you heard me?
All the classy ones like to act like they're a virgin
And the nasty ones like when I talk to 'em dirty
But I'm breakin' the ice, got 'em laughin' and flirtin'
They be, removin' they skirts when they hop in the 'burban
Once the flick start playin' and the E start kickin' in
Her girlfriend lickin' and she beggin' me to stick it in
That's why, I like chillin' with women who like women
Lightskinned... Asians, Jamaicans and white women
Indians, Italians, Haitians and Puerto Ricans
They be itchin' for they chance and waitin' in me to freak 'em
They say..

[Chorus (T.I.)]
[Girl] Hey, let's get away and get a room on the other side of town
Hey daddy, I was thinking of you
(Was you thinkin' of me? Ay, tell 'em for me, pimpin')
[Jazze Pha] Hey, let's get a room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down
(Ay, listen to me)
Yea baby, I was thinking of you
(Was you thinkin' of me?)

[Verse 3]
Excuse me shawty, but I been watchin' you now for a while
Your whole style, from your toes to the way that you smile
And I hope you ain't offended by the way that this sounds
But uhh... all I keep thinkin' about is layin' you down
And I'm, keepin' it pimpin', I ain't playin' around
Ain't got that kinda time 'cause this the only day I'm in town
So come and, chill in the cut if you willin' to cut
And when you, give me a hug I be feelin' your butt
Now so while for while we talkin', I'm fillin' your cup
We're killin' the bottle, wake up in dirty linen tomorrow
But tell me would it trouble you if we ended up at the W-
Sippin' on a Malibu pine apple juice and a blunt or two?
Now what you wanna do? Opportunity's right in front of you
Know you used to meetin' dudes, dodgin 'em for a month or two
But young pimpin' spit linen to the young women
I'm T.I.P., known as pussy popper to some women

[Chorus (T.I.)]
[Jazze Pha] Hey, let's get away and get a room on the other side of town
Hey shawty, I was thinking of you
(Was you thinkin' of me... ay, ay?..)
[Girl] Hey, let's get a room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down
Hey daddy, I was thinking of you
(Oh yea... c'mon, tell 'em)
[Girl] Hey, let's get away and get a room on the other side of town
Hey daddy, I was thinking of you
(Shit I'm on my way)
[Jazze Pha] Hey, let's get a room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down
Yea baby, I was thinking of you

[Jazze Pha talking]
Whoa whoa whoa..
Ladies and gentlemen
This... is a Jazze Phizzle, T.I. collaborangelle..
King of the south! Oh boy!
Jazze Phizzle, T.I., Grand Hustle daddy!
So smooth... futuristic..
Pimps up daddy!

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Rubberband Man

on June 25, 2010 - 11:49am

Rubberband Man

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[Chorus:]
(Ay, who I be?)
Rubber band man
Wild as the Taliban
9 in my right
45 in my other hand.
(who I'm is?)
Call me trouble man
always in trouble man
worth a couple hundred grand
chevys, all colors man

[Verse 1:]
Rubber band man
like a one man band
treat these niggas like the Apollo
and I'm the sandman.
Tote a hundred grand
Canon in the waistband
Looking for a sweet lick?
Well this is the wrong place man.
Seven time felon, what I care about a case man?
I'm campaigning to bury the hate,
so say ya grace man.
Ay, I don't talk behind a nigga back
I say it in his face.
I'm a thoroughbred nigga.
I don't fake and I don't hate.
Check my resume nigga.
My record's impeccable
Anywhere in the A nigga
how TIP is highly respectable.
And the MIA nigga
I'm tryna keep it professional
Cause all this tongue rustling.
finna have me snappin, I'm telling you.
From the bottom of the Duval,
Cakalacky to New York
and everybody showing me love
that's one to you all.
Yeah, to all my Florida niggas, my Cakalacky niggas
my LA niggas

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 2:]
Call me trouble man
Stayed in some trouble man
Some niggas still hating on shawty
so they some suckers man.
Got a couple fans
that love to do nothing other than
lick, suck, show no respect
but still I love em man.
Dig it, little pimping got the mind and the muscle
Stay down on his grind
Put the crown on the hustle
Ay, I could show ya how to juggle anything
and make it double.
Weed, blow, real estate, liquor store
wit no trouble.
Young cats is playing today
Marvin Gaye of my time.
Tryna stay alive
Living how I say in my rhymes.
My cousin used to tell me
take this shit a day at a time.
and told me Friday, died Sunday
Wednesday in the ground.
I still smile cause somehow
I know he seeing me now
and so I'm doing all my shows
just like he in the crowd.
Ay, tho ya lighters up for my cousin Toot,
Aaliyah, Left Eye and Jam Master Jay.

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 3:]
Grand Hustle man
Mo hustles than hustle man.
But why the rubber band?
It representing the struggle man.
My folk gonna trap
until they come up wit another plan
Stack and crumble bread
to get theyself off they mama land.
Gangsters who been serving
since you was doing the running man.
Went down, did 10
back round and rich again.
That's why I'm young
wit the soul of a old man
I'm shell shocked, get shot
slow ya roll man.
Still ride around
with the glock on patrol man.
I ain't robbing,
I'm just looking for that dro man.
For ma niggas slanging blow, pimping hos
Rollin vogues, 24s.
Let these other niggas know.

[Chorus 2x]

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Be Better Than Me

on June 25, 2010 - 11:49am

Be Better Than Me

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[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 fuck you lyin about
That man right there, but ain't gon be when dey start findin out
That that bullshit you be talkin ain't the real deal
That ain't you blow, them ain't yo cars so how you really live
See what you need to do is take a chilly-willy pill
Go and chill yo ass out, fo dey deal yo ass out
A bad hand from a mad man, in a mad clan
All dem 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]

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