T.I. feat. Asap Rocky – Wildside

Smoking weed
Riding chrome
Only thing I’ve ever known
Walk on the wildside
Welcome to our lives

Swaggin’ ki’s
Spraying K’s
Every day we getting paid
To walk on the wildside
Welcome to our lives

[Verse 1: T.I]
Come take a little walk with me through my neighborhood
And come spend a day in my trap
Get your paper right
And that yey some good
But you keep a tool in your lap
My lil patna holding that work
Nigga won’t wait to keep around bay
Been that violator on my turf
Nigga just stage dive like that
(Hey, no)
Investigation no stating this
No witnesses, we ain’t seen shit
Pull up after dawg
With that Guru on
To come see a bitch
That way he get it
We on dawg, bro, we know street lights
That pills to play at the fist fights
N’em get much to walk all night
We made crack pipe trying to get right
Midnight we shoot dykes
The whole house smell like concrete
You beat me, and you talk shit
You get shot bitch, and I took that
Hoodrats on there, they loud as all I blow
This shit to you might sound wild
But this life is all I know

[Hook:]
Smoking weed
Riding chrome
Only thing I’ve ever known
Walk on the wildside
Welcome to our lives

Swaggin’ ki’s
Spraying K’s
Every day we getting paid
To walk on the wildside
Welcome to our lives

[Verse 2: T.I]
(Hey)
Can you pitch me back in 93′
Bumpin’ it out with Dre
While I hit some weed
Cut school, make ten G
Thirteen, trying to get ki
At fifteen, I’m a full-grown
Get wrong, get bust on
My uncle gave me a bunch of work
And that shit were gone by the near morning
You wild nigga runnin’ with me
I’m a sigh when under her
Dear body with none to see
That pills to play, with Jeff under her
I were 19 with two felonies
One of my best friend have a life sentence
And my other friend, would you light me
Having bought your pot, we’re no longer living
All about that cocaine deal
And no education, no pot to piss in
Old school, on chrome wheel
We entertain it, pills stay hidden
That’s the shit that I come from
In my heart, fear ain’t none
Stand tall, I can’t run from
That wildside, that I smoke on

[Hook:]
Smoking weed
Riding chrome
Only thing I’ve ever known
Walk on the wildside
Welcome to our lives

Swaggin’ ki’s
Spraying K’s
Every day we getting paid
To walk on the wildside
Welcome to our lives

[Verse 3: ASAP Rocky]
(Uh)
(Yeah)
All I ever did was pit on
On my old friend tryin’ to get on
Shorty fell out, making these songs
Never talk down when I get home
Nigga’s the type of nigga you can shit on
Unexpose, brick chrome
Guard body, big bone
That’s hard body, Jim Jones
Nigga’s know the sound on how we switch on him
Spend a while out when the tips on
Better make a toast, nigga, tip home
First get the bread, then get going
From the land of the land where they spit chrome
With most kids never get to live long
Get their pistols, get pissed on
Pistolwhipped and shipped, homie
Left for a minute and they switched on me
Caught them talking down, tryna bitch on me
And they snitch on me
They got shit, on me
So my guess is death is what they wish, on me
Blowing on them candles

T.I. feat. Meek Mill – Who What When

[Meek Mill:]
You gonna do somethin to
Who (who), What (what), When (when).
Never that,
If they got a problem,
Tell em call me we can settle that.
Matter of fact,
You ain’t gotta them em,
I’ll tell em that (I’ll tell em).
And if these niggas trippin we gon slide down where they mother at.
Ak-47 with the double strap,
Got your sister at the funeral,
Saying bring my rubber back.
Ya’ll niggas fuckin with the wrong one
Yea I gotta short temper,
But I got a long gun
Call the mac the chicken wing cause it got it’s own drum
I know these niggas sick of me
Cause I done had a long run
Countin all this money,
Fuckin all these hoes.
They was lookin at me funny
When I pulled up in that rolls
Ya’ll good for talkin on Twitter (twitter)
We good for sparkin on niggas (sparkin)
Broad day,
Walk up on a niggas have that homicide
You gonna put the chopper on a nigga

[Hook T.I.]
Hey, you gon do somethin to
Who, What, When.
You say you want it with
Who, What, When.
Them shots come in with
Who, What, When.
You were sayin that to
Who, What, Then, Fuck nigga
Youd better get that fuck shit off your mind.
Cause I’m a up that strap,
You crossed the line.
Cut these apples out you niggas startin spreadin the new.
When I choose shit on a corpse,
Hide head with the two

[T.I.:]
Where you can find me,
You can find me,
At the top of the list.
And if they ever let me in I ain’t stoppin for shit.
See that motivation make you say I’m cocky as shit.
Watever, fuck it tell em suck and help part of my dick.
Now a day, play, I coulda possibly get em, get paid.
Get out the Maybach and go hop in the jet
Know they hatin on the rise and the chilled I spin.
In the Phantom, I’m lookin fly in whatever I’m in
Mostly you big niggas soft like the Michelin man.
When you see other niggas standin with a pencil in hand
Carry me on stage rappin with my dick in my hand.
Tryna distiguish the difference between a bitch and a fan
Outa bed, rolled one homie, never again,
Cause I sold dough once now I sell it again
Fur weed 500, I sell it again
Tell the mice mane win let the elfs keep sayin

[Hook T.I.]
Hey, you gon do somethin to
Who, What, When.
You say you want it with
Who, What, When.
Them shots come in with
Who, What, When.
You were sayin that to
Who, What, Then, Fuck nigga
Youd better get that fuck shit off your mind.
Cause I’m a up that strap,
You crossed the line.
Cut these apples out you niggas startin spreadin the new.
When I choose shit on a corpse,
Hide head with the two

[Young Booke:]
I’m ballin half around, half a jet, nigga pound for pound
Only time we showin up, the shut this motha fucker down
Ridin round in the Kia, no spare tires
Chopper round shots fired,
Nigga flatlines zip came to it and keep the powder savoral.
Drive bys on dirt bike with Meek Milli O.
Crow rock shells,
I bleach em and watch em fade away.
And leave a nigga block,
Wetter than a rainy day
West beat Beavis when you scared to leave the crib.
Guzzi and he inspired for some of the dolla mill.
I’m worth mills and I beat a niggas ass still
Ya’ll niggas get wasted I ain’t talkin spilled bills.
School a hunt knox I’m a hate a cheetah.
One ya a dick sucka get your head up with the nina
And YM still strapped snookin with the cleava.
Ya best bet: to run the other way when I see ya

[Hook T.I.]
Hey, you gon do somethin to
Who, What, When.
You say you want it with
Who, What, When.
Them shots come in with
Who, What, When.
You were sayin that to
Who, What, Then, Fuck nigga
Youd better get that fuck shit off your mind.
Cause I’m a up that strap,
You crossed the line.
Cut these apples out you niggas startin spreadin the new.
When I choose shit on a corpse,
Hide head with the two

T.I. – Whatcha Sayin’ Tip

[Chorus]
So whatcha sayin’ tip?
Understandin’ needs no explanation
My reality is yo’ imagination
Can you dig it?
Whatcha sayin’ tip?
Rubber band banks, no blanks
Meals are better, short money? No thanks!
Can you dig it?
So whatcha sayin’ tip?
By any means, anything goes
Bank rolls, niggas [?]
Can you dig it?
Ay, whatcha sayin’ tip?
Ain’t nobody rock it like I rock it
Cargo pants keep that restin’ on my pockets
Can you dig it?
So whatcha sayin…

[Verse 1]
I ain’t in the mood, better move
I got a real short fuse, and a bad attitude
Get outta’ line you know what I’m finna’ do to ya dude
Act a motherfuckin’ fool, betta not get it misconstrued
Whatcha sayin tip?
All the guns they can have Imma’ stab me a nigga think I’m playin’ wit’ ya motherfuckin’ ass
Last nigga got stuck think the next one getta pass
Getcha’ issue in a flash Imma’ goon and a half
So whatcha sayin tip?
You don’t wanna see me on ya corner on a mission leave ya sour like the lime in my corona
All alone though wit a big crew
Nigga I’ll getcha fucked up
Gotta problem wit me nigga whats up?
Ay, whatcha sayin tip?
Big money leave a nigga slumpin over steering wheels
Heard about the nigga here it is
Yeah, Sunny hill, bankhead, bank rolls, see the ave, drama they can have, I just wanna see ya bad

[Chorus]
So whatcha sayin tip?
Understandin’ needs no explanation
My reality is yo’ imagination
Can you dig it?
Whatcha sayin’ tip?
Rubber band banks, no blanks
Meals are better, short money? No thanks!
Can you dig it?
So whatcha sayin’ tip?
By any means, anything goes
Bank rolls, niggas [?]
Can you dig it?
Ay, whatcha sayin’ tip?
Ain’t nobody rock it like I rock it
Cargo pants keep that restin’ on my pockets
Can you dig it?
So whatcha sayin…

[Verse 2]
I tell it like it is, don’t exaggerate it
Real recognize real
Imma’ ?? elaborate
On saturday cartoon, had a nigga’ turn goon
Fabricatin’ on tv
That ain’t G
That ain’t me
Whatcha sayin’ tip?
Youngin’ wanna show your one of us
Put your guns up, get yo’ funds up, hundred plus
Nigga, nine hundred ninety nine K
Nine hundred ninety nine, plus a dollar, now your paid, better save!
So whatcha sayin’ tip?
Your gettin’ money or your gettin lost
Hit the gas, leave you smellin’ exhaust
Nigga talk
But I get it like they wish
Then I did it wit’ they bitch
What the fuck I care, I’m rich?
Eat a dick, sucka’ nigga!
Ay, whatcha sayin’ tip?
The fly nigga doin’ it, who in this, category competition ruin it
They say they show they ass, well I say I put my shoe in it
And he who see’s it different needs to change the way he view it
I’m the truest nigga!

[Chorus]
So whatcha sayin tip?
Understandin’ needs no explanation
My reality is yo’ imagination
Can you dig it?
Whatcha sayin’ tip?
Rubber band banks, no blanks
Meals are better, short money? No thanks!
Can you dig it?
So whatcha sayin’ tip?
By any means, anything goes
Bank rolls, niggas [?]
Can you dig it?
Ay, whatcha sayin’ tip?
Ain’t nobody rock it like I rock it
Cargo pants keep that restin’ on my pockets
Can you dig it?
So whatcha sayin…

T.I. – Trap Back Jumpin’

[Hook]
Its time to get the trap back jumpin
Get shit back poppin hoe
Show these sucka niggaz how it go
Ill show you how to move a lotta blow
Niggaz say they loud but they lied
So its time to get the trap back jumpin
Get shit back poppin bitch
Ay who dare say I’m not the shit
Ay really who you know as hot as this
Seriously, ill show you how to do this shit

[Verse 1]
Its time to get the bricks outta that bag
Put that scale back on that desk
Set that vision wear on that stove
Next to that baking soda and pyrex
Drop that water off in that pot
Let it boil up and get hot
Then whip it good with your wrist like this
Thats how you triple every brick you get
Made paper off of that yayo
Ask jay’s about me bet they know
Your bitch will fuck when I say so
Plus I got head bustaz on my payroll
This bankhead homeboy we dont play
Violate me and this’ll be yo day
Catcha nigga coming out a DOA
Hit em with the chopper leave him DOA
You can play with niggaz not me ok?
Them otha niggaz suckaz I’m a G ok?
T.I.K.I.N.G ok?
Just respect that shit and you’ll be ok
Lets get this straight once and for all
Ill run this shit by none of ya’ll
Ain’t not one of ya’ll niggaz bigga than me
Can’t none of ya’ll take this city from me
Take years off and I’m still tight
I half-ass and they still like it
Kick trap shit when I feel like it
Dope boys know what I live like
De Niro off kilos
Big bank rolls on cee-lo’s
Off oz’s make zeros
Here we go

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Its time to put that work back in that stash spot
Put that rental car on that slab
Hit the highway for about five days
Then come back and git cash
Got half, quarters, and whole thangs
Chevrolets and them gold thangs
Got rolex, got benz’s
And its all offa dat cocaine
Its a cold game but its cool tho
Work get gone and I move blow
Wont sit on it, its too low
You got 21, well here you go
I got big whips so sick ya’ll
And big suites by 6 broads
Your shit hot, oh yeah bruh
That shit drops, wont sell much
Platinum all on my wall dawg
Crib big, yeah like a mall dawg
I’m doin numbers like call logs
Little small money I call ya out
My house worth your whole life
Yo condo’s my old ice
You niggas barely in first class
I charter G4 flights
Can’t tell me shit homie
Down here I’m good as it get homie
Ain’t nobody got shit on me
Imma lil nigga but I’m a big homie
I’m big homie, do big shit
No world cup, I kick shit
Rap farm, but don’t forget
That I’m back trappin
Got more bricks

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Its time to get them pre-pays at the metro
Get activated, talk in code
Over here we got big blow
Next dope pounds of that petrol
We get dough off anything
Got activist if you sip n lean
Prescription pills and molly
Even got heroin if you bout it
Shawty my shop open up all night
Got blocks stacked up all white
Don’t like me?
Thats alright
Come fight me?
Nigga, yeah right
A nigga get wrong and get did right
With your ass hoe
Get embarrassed hoe
All about my cash flows
Yo new bitch was my last hoe
I got 6 sluts in my maybach
Six pack under my tank top
I got a snub nose that got 6 shots
Nigga try me, I think not
My temper bad I might blink out
Buss a nigga before I can even think about
What I got to lose
If he busts a move
Well I got to do what I got to do
Trap rollin, bumpin
Always sellin somethin
We got it if you want it
Its whatever for the money on my grind
They in line for the product from a dime up
They know where to find us
Do you know what its time for?

[Hook]

T.I. feat. Nelly – This Time Of Night

[T.I.]
Welp, its been real pimp, but it’s bout that time to get up out this bitch man (this time of night).
Yeah, I’m definately finna’ go man, aye have valet bring the ride around for me right quick.
Yeah (this time of night) so where y’all finna go? Man I don’t know I might go get somethin’ to eat.
Say what? With us? Well, you sure? You know what time it is?
What we finna’ do it ain’t but one thing to do at this hour man.

[Chorus - Nelly]
We showin’ up, it’s goin’ down, she throw it up I let her know it now.
It’s 3, 4, 5 in the mornin’ one things for sure at this time of night ain’t nothing open but legs shawty, ain’t nothin open but legs this time of night.
Ain’t nothin open but legs shawty, ain’t nothin open but legs this time of night.

[Verse 1 - T.I.]
Ass lookin on swole (well goddamn shawty), long hair pretty toes.
Flet stomach, nice face okay she say she wanna ride out to my place.
She wanna bring a friend if it’s alright, only if we get it in with her all night.
We got them bottles on chill, everybody on pills in the air with them heels girl.

[Chorus Repeat]

[Verse 2 - T.I.]
What’s Happenin’? Excuse me?
Lil’ Shawty who are y’all? look like that booty phat & I’m on booty call.
Don’t approach me if you don’t wanna do it all, before you know, I’ll have ya clothes & ya shoes off.
In the penthouse, gettin’ turnt out,
Kinda cold candle’s burnin’ ’til they burnt out.
Turned up that bullshit we ain’t concerned about, dick her down, pull her weave, sweat her perm out.
Is ya scared? Mama scared, mama say it then,
Is you ready mama? Okay then.
It’s 3, 4, 5 in the a.m. if you about them games we don’t play them.

[Chorus Repeat]

[Verse 3 - Nelly]
You ever kicked it with a superstar? I’ll pick you up in a half a million dollar car.
Laid up in a 5-star, butt naked got you bent over the mini bar.
Yep, that’s how I do baby, exactly how you thought it go, call me Mr. Paper maybe call me Mr. Lotta Dough.
A lot of dough you ain’t gotta worry, I can take my fuckin time or I can do it in a hurry.
Ima freak & ya know it, put a candle between ya ass & I blow it.
I’m talkin’ Cool Whip, Apple Pie, Chocolate cake or Ice cream spread into ya inner thigh right into ya know I mean.

[Chorus Repeat]

T.I. – The One

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Hey Hey Hey [x3]

[Verse 1:]
There ain’t never been a question on who runnin’ the streets
On second guessin’ my profession is like nothin’ to me
Don’t learn a lesson out here flexin’ they get bust in the streets
I told ‘em chrome, Smith and Wesson right up under the seats
Ay listen close gotta tote, give a fuck if you see
If you don’t wanna die tonight you best stop fuckin’ with me
Ay I’m intelligent and hella rich and plus I’m a G
So I can sell a brick and sell a bitch to rush you with me [?]
They call me T.I.P. way off in the chain
Spit a verse, throw you niggas way off of your game
In my opinion, bein’ lame it should cost you your fame
In all the hatin’ on my name burn it off with’ the flame
I’m grippin’ new wood grain and the C-L-C’s
If I ride through the city on some D-L shit
Niggas say they sell brick that’s what we sell bitch
Think I’m lyin’ ask anybody and they’ll tell bitch

[Hook:]
Ay in this shit I’m the one, competition is none
Start hatin’ on my niggas, boy you niggas is done
Start sprayin’ at you niggas, bet you niggas will run
Start callin’ on the phone for some niggas to come
They be like I don’t think he got none, I don’t think he got none
When the nigga say he runnin, I don’t think he got none
They be like I don’t think he got none, I don’t think he got none
When the nigga say he runnin, I don’t think he got none

[Verse 2:]
Know niggas hate to hear me say it, but they know I’m a king
I’m in the roads gettin’ choked by the whore of your dreams
Ass swole, pretty toes keep a whore on the scene
And they be rollin’ off the chain whore by four of the things [?]
I eat the pussy for an hour, waitin’ on the cream
And stuff the pussy fill with’ pine to get that blow on the scene
She can damage your self-esteem till that whore on some ‘premes
She gonna talk to you like you great till you show her some things
You see me ridin’ with a lean, with Big Kuntry and King
C-Rod, Mac and D.P. and all the rest of the kings
I was raised by the greatest gangstas the city has seen
When I talk to you and your partners, nothin’ comes in between
Bring all the niggas you can bring, nigga do what you do
But I guarantee the P$C will be shootin’ at you
And we got choppers and if you smart, you’d be shootin them too
No coppin’ deuces callin’ it off, I’m refusin’ the truth

[Hook]

T.I. – The Introduction

I come apart babe, but now I’m fine
I’m checkin trouble sure, moving down the line
I come apart baby, but that’s ok cause
Trouble man, don’t get in my way

[Verse 1:]
I’m just a hood nigga I ain’t never had shit
Just a bad attitude and a bad bitch
Duffle back full of tools and a half brick
30, 40, 50 grand in the mattress
Living on the edge jus a habit dawg
I’m fucked up in the head I don’t have it all
Ball like a dog push it to the limit
Bout my business trynna keep from letting pussy niggas in it
My priorities is follow, God first then the fam,
Then the hustle, then the money, failure ain’t in the plan
Satan on my heel he don’t want me to advance
I tell him go to hell sucka catch me if you can
Shit I am who I am, fresh up out of apologies
Sometimes I ain’t get in trouble trouble got in me
Guess it follows me but I stays on my hustle man
Still the motherfuckin man you can call me, Trouble Man

[Hook:]
Trouble man, I always in trouble man
Grand hustle man, I’m the motherfuckin man
Trouble Man, stays in some trouble man
Bank rolls, rubber band, you can call me Trouble Man

Trouble man, I always in trouble man
Grand hustle man, I’m the motherfuckin man
Trouble Man, stays in some trouble man
Bank rolls, rubber band, you can call me Trouble Man

[Verse 2:]
Drugs n rock n roll, ho you know how I roll
Just left the crossroads, my soul, unsold
Frigerated console, the curtains on my car door
Raw ho, caviar, sushi and escargot
Everywhere I go fresh to death and clean as a bar of soap
Getting blowed like trumpets in the wind in Chicago
God knows I’m hot as El Diablo
Wrist rockier than Colorado walk road
Also my flows I’m taking back although
My art’s so Leonardo Da Vinci Picasso
The rain gone come down on your head like tarp holes
I guess these other rappers that’s cool as far as soft goes
Sorry Charlie party’s over shorty shop closed
King home, bank roll on King Kong
Got these suckas in my scope with the beam on
Prayin for my downfall you can dream on
Make sure I’m back in the Maybach gettin my lean on
Trouble ain’t changed me, role model ain’t me
Don’t be angry now if I’m on the same street nigga
U turn haven’t you learned I’m, Trouble Man

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Wait on my show just chose to squat with it
Real niggas Say I kick it the same way Pac did it
Tell all them sucka nigga what the bizz is
Upset cause they can’t do they thang like he did here
Shit, another year another bid done
No chump change big bank millions
Ya, my money old but I’m still young
Them nigga lookin for some drama I’m a give em some
No more beef a pimp will say goodbye to red meat
But cross a nigga path and your dead meat
Remain on my gang time, after time
’97 college bass head, 99 dime
’98 have provisions on 2-85 flyin
Skip where you meet KP and L.A Reid got signed
Cut to the present and the rap game mine
Some things never change it remains I’m, Trouble Man

[Hook]

T.I. – Stunt’n Like A Fool (Snippet)

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Black jeans, white tee
Black rims, white B
8 figure nigga, small digits don’t excite me
Iced out brightly, shine like lightning
Everything bad bout my bitches but they hygeine
Turned up hyphy, everytime you see me on
Matter fact, you can’t see me
‘Less you turn your TV on
Ay, we beyond that peon shit
That he be on
I stunt, ball daily
Fuck y’all, pay me
Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it
My life like a movie
Call me Martin Scorsese
On 5 blazin’, burnin’ hot cajun
Ay dude, fuck it

[Bridge: T.I.]
Everytime you see me out
Just take yo’ ho’ and
We be out
We throwin ‘bands and goin’ HAM, no doubt
You know what we be ’bout

[Hook: T.I.]
Ballin’ out the frame
Stuntin’ like a fool
[x4]
Ay you know how we do
Stuntin’ like a fool

T.I. feat. André 3000 – Sorry

[Verse 1: TI]
My cup runneth over with Pinot Grigio, hold up
You bogus in the lambo if you ain’t lifting the door up
You bogus poppin’ pills if you ain’t pickin’ the ho up
You bogus running out on your kids my nigga grow up
For God’s sake, like a wedding, cutting large cake
For large stakes let the hammer bang broad day
Ay, nevermind what the blogs say
This what my mind and my heart say
My philosophy profit off of my properties
Get it, flip it, we got to be rich, that broke shit is obsolete
Possibly off of my rocker, watch how you watching me
Sophisticated, psychotic, fly as a pilot
Officially silent, all you wish you could get I got it
Unlimited titanium nigga, what’s in yo wallet?
Out of gladiator college, I made it summa cum laude
While you clowns couldn’t have got a cap and gown if you bought it
I parlay with Saudis, buying crude oil and diamonds
Hustle January, July, fly to Dubai
A broke nigga telling me ’bout how I’m dividing the pies
Like a blind nigga telling me it’s an eye for an eye
Bullheaded and stubborn I be that way until I die
But find a nigga with more hustle than me I dare you to try
And according to the hand on my Audemar
It’s my time to shine so fuck y’all

[Hook]
What should I be sorry for
Who should I be sorry to
What should I be sorry for
Who should I be sorry to
The fact is you can’t please everybody
You can’t please everybody
What should I be sorry for
Who should I be sorry to

[Verse 2: TI]
I grew up in the gutter, life a motherfucker
I get that why I don’t trust a motherfucker
Seen a nigga snitch on they mom, shoot at they brother
Go to prison in love with a bitch and a nigga fuck her
I seen real G’s destroyed by real suckers
Innocent ladies raped and defenseless babies abducted
Such a horrible truth, but you see it over and over
It’s nothing, you numb to it and your heart grow colder
Pacify your pain with a chain and a Rover
Fuck it, justify your action by stacking your dough up
You show up with a brick of cocaine and baking soda
Just enough for me to blow up, nigga hold up
Switch the flow up, cause these niggas be snitchin’ so much
I promise all they missing’s the badge, coffee, and donut
Go to jail so what, never see my integrity perish
That ain’t the Harris’ way, study my pedigree
Promise I’m one of the only ones who keep it 100
Probably why I think they all out to get me, you can’t convince me
Large money and fame will plant seeds of envy
To make my partners resent me enough to come and get me
Catch me slippin’ and hit me, just like they did 50
Cause I’m in the position that he think he should be given
Listen, dawg, the fact of the matter is
I’m on a narrow path and we all can’t travel

[Hook]
What should I be sorry for
Who should I be sorry to
What should I be sorry for
Who should I be sorry to
The fact is you can’t please everybody
You can’t please everybody
What should I be sorry for
Who should I be sorry to

[Verse 3: Andre 3000]
What it ain’t, what it is?
Even if you gotta live
I learned that apartment is way more exciting than a big ass house on a hill
I used to be a way better writer and a rapper
When I used to want a black Karmann Ghia
Now a nigga speeding in a Porsche
Feeling like I’m going off a course
Cut these fuck niggas off
Nigga Tip in my life, scream that till I’m hoarse
Duck these get the fuck off me projectiles,
Bitch you ain’t really got a choice
I’m living my life live yours
I don’t even like rapping fast, but that’s how the word come to me
Talk to me sideways nigga that’s your ass
Slow it down, this that shit that’ll make you call your momma
Say hey I’m sorry for begging for all them clothes you couldn’t afford
And this the type of shit that’ll make you call your rap partner
And say I’m sorry I’m awkward, my fault for fuckin’ up the tours
I hated all the attention so I ran from it
Fuck it if we did, but I hope we ain’t lose no fans from it
I’m a grown-ass kid, you know ain’t never cared about no damn money
Why do we try so hard to be stars, just to dodge comments
And this that shit that’ll make you call your baby mama
When you gone on half a pill, don’t know why but that I did
Then you take a flight back to the crib, y’all make love like college kids
And you say all the shit you gon’ do better, we can try this shit again
‘Round the time the dope wear off, you feel stupid, she feel lost
That’s that dope, I mean, I mean dopamine you think Cupid done worn off
Waiting in the hallway with her arms crossed
Her baby boy face full of applesauce
Maybe should have stayed but it ain’t yo fault
Too much pressure, I fell off, I’m sorry
Was young and had to choose between you
And what the rest of the world might offer me, shit what would you do
Well I’d probably do it differently if second the chance
Only if some cool ass older man would’ve let me know in advance
This, this quarry, that is dug so deep in a father’s chest
When he feel that he’s broken up his nest
And he figured shit he was just doing the best that he could
Which end up being the worst that he could
And all some pussy nigga on the internet can say is that verse ain’t good
It’s boring – boring?
Really?

When I’m disgusted with this world and I can hardly breathe and
Told so many lies, don’t know what to believe
I discussed it with this girl, and this is what she said
She said lay down baby, baby, rest your weary head up
I love these distractions but my mind don’t wanna rest
But my body disagree so I laid up on her breasts, yes
Ooh, you are so fucking fine
I woke up the next morning with new purpose on my mind

Ooh, who pulls your ponytail
Who knows your body well

What should I be sorry for?
Who should I be sorry to?

T.I. – Pyro

[Verse 1]
I got a corkscrew swag, they see me and get it poppin’
I wear their ass out and in the morning take ‘em shoppin’
Treat a ho so sweet, they get wit’ me, they spoilt rotten
They wanna be my baby, call me daddy no adoption
Shawty raw, ball, out at all costs
Hit the club twice as fly as anybody y’all saw
Training wheels on the hustle I will never fall off
You can keep ya pussy baby, give me all jaw
I’m young dumb, cold as they come
Treat me like the drummer, give me some would ya hun’
Yeah I’m hung but I still get sprung with the tongue
Fuck her good all night, even the sun finna come

[Hook]
I’m on fire and ice cold
A black Benz, a white Rolls
Like loose women, and tight clothes
Say I’m the bomb bitch, I’m dynamite pyro
(Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow..)
I’m dynamite, pyro
(Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow..)
I’m the bomb bitch, I’m dynamite, pyro

[Verse 2]
Rock a bad bitch, you with me, what’s there name? who cares?
Treat ‘em like Twix, keep ‘em coming in pairs
Go insane in that pussy but I never go fair
Debonair, so rare shawty it ain’t even fair
Everywhere you see I be, I get that don’t handle my B.I
Money small thing to a giant, Eli
G4 flying, I don’t ever see the kiosk
I take a nigga little bitch and buy her a little Prius, yes
They ain’t on fire like we is
Certified flyer, recognize us where you see us
Take no shit, no how, no way
We TNT C4, okay

[Hook]
I’m on fire and ice cold
A black Benz, a white Rolls
Like loose women, and tight clothes
Say I’m the bomb bitch, I’m dynamite pyro
(Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow..)
I’m dynamite, pyro
(Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow..)
I’m the bomb bitch, I’m dynamite, pyro

[Verse 3]
Party at the presidential, if you with it, lets get it
No matter where you live, I’m the hottest in your city
They talking ‘bout they balling and their flossing but I live it
I sit her in that Phantom, get her out that Honda Civic
In the VIP I’m chillin’, everythang ice cold
Black chicks, Latin bitches, Asian broads, white hoes
Fuck wit’ hoes who like hoes, only if they tight though
Purse game insane, shoe game psycho
Black on black, credit card on deck
And a Black Maybach on the Boulevard
Plex and V.S.’s in the chain, filled wit’ clear stones
Hero as I can be, H.N.I.C., I’m gone!

[Hook]
I’m on fire and ice cold
A black Benz, a white Rolls
Like loose women, and tight clothes
Say I’m the bomb bitch, I’m dynamite pyro
(Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow..)
I’m dynamite, pyro
(Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow..)
I’m the bomb bitch, I’m dynamite, pyro

T.I. feat. Dr Dre – Popped Off

[Verse 1: T.I.]
See a party ain’t a party til the doc walk in it
It’s hard to get it started til I hopped off in it
Then it got so crunk one minute
Since ya dead, get the witnesses just listen
I came in hot, then I saw
As soon as I arrived then this shit popped off
Shit popped off
It’s officially a gangsta party
You can lean, she came to party
Then the shit popped off (popped off)
Shit popped off (popped off)
Niggas hands in the air, bitches takin’ tops off
Put the chronic in the air and the shit popped off

[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]
It’s been a while since you heard these beats
You’re malnourished
But he’s back now, to flood these streets
He shall flourish
Others try but they lack courage
In fact, this track was on the back burner at least
So back to the lab I had to go
But it was too magical, so
Here, doctor smackable’s back, ask if it’s tactical, sure is
Girl, I hope your vaginal has indoors
Cause I’m about to do somethin’ tragical
Rest assure this
The homie hit the OE flow, you know me from before
But you don’t know me like this, so do see do
Get on top of me and ride me like a rodeo, ho
I’ll have you OD’ing on dick, this belong to your soul
For loneliness, I’ll kill your loneliness
But only just for one night
Yeah, that was fun, right? But I gotta go
I got a bottle of Mo and fo’ mo’ lil’ mommy’s
Lookin’ like models, waitin’ at the do’ inside of my ho-tel
All ready to swallow and yo, follow the flow and traffic to the top flo’
And you gonna smell a lot of Merlot, a lot of chronic for sho’
Gin and tonic so from the top to the bottom, let’s go

[Hook]
Order some more bottles, come on momma
Would you like a drink on me?
To me it’s no problem if you wanna baby come and drink with me
She take it off at the do’, she take it off at the do’
Get that ass on the flo’, go, go
To me, there’s no problem if you wanna, baby come drink with me

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Bright lights, late nights
Drop auto-mobiles outside hotels with a lot of hoes
Bottles poured, blow a lot of dro, no powder though
Everywhere you tryin’ to go, I been a long time ago
Swag done surpassed, my style is so spazz, I pop tags daily
Drop Phantom, four eighty
Walk up in the place, and all the ladies go crazy
Want to get impregnated but all they need is throat babies
They runnin’ up and askin’ me
“Is it true you know Shady
Dr. Dre be hangin’ out with you, for real? How chill”
Like a magnet attracted to a nigga gettin’ money
I tell ‘em, “Neal down, suck a nigga dick or somethin’”
Rubberband poppin’ off the bank roll
Hoppin’ out the champagne Rolls, with the automatic do’s
Pockets on swoll, both wrists so froze
King of the South, balls out on the West Coast
Let’s toast

[Hook]
Order some more bottles, come on momma
Would you like a drink on me?
To me it’s no problem if you, baby come and drink with me
She take it off at the do’, she take it off at the do’
Get that ass on the flo’, go, go
To me, there’s no problem if you wanna, baby come drink with me
You can have the time of your life, it’s alright
Make it a night to remember, how couldn’t you remember?
You can have the time of your life, it’s alright
Make it a night to remember, how couldn’t you remember?

T.I. feat. B.o.B – Piss’n On Your Ego

[T.I.:]
Automatic bullet flow
Uzi, Calico
Ladies man, Yeah, but to that pussy I’m a bully tho
Beat it, eat it, let it go
Retarded, stupid, silly tho
This city been on life support
I’m gonna get out and kill it tho
Really tho, off the chain
Getting it, doing heavy things
Stuntin out the frame
Still to bust a nigga cabin mayne
God like charlemayne
In the A the hottest thing
Ever hit it, ever did it no these nigga ain’t got it mayne
I ain’t finna front, nigga lame if you ask me
I’m way in the front, run shit, no athlete
Passionly, nigga watch my smoke as I go and get money to the top I go
Tell you get dough, nigga stop I know the housekeeper get more
Now come and mop my floor

[Hook:]
Sittin up high, small money we don’t see no
Stupid, dumb fly ask yo bitch nigga she know
Nigga know my stylo, swagg on GO
Shittin on yo pride nigga pissin on yo ego
We be Pissin on yo ego, pissin on yo ego
Shittin on yo pride nigga pissin on yo ego
We be pissin on yo ego, pissin on yo ego
Sucka nigga hatin we know but we pisson on yo ego

[B.o.B.:]
I’m back up on my rap shit, you bastards got it backwards
Got it twisted and exaggerated
Stretched out: elastics
You niggas ain’t on my radar!
I bypass niggas, no gastric
I pull up front in that monster truck
And I park that shit Jurrassic
Got a drunk bitch on my mattress
Doing backflips, gymnastics
She holding on to that monkey bar
Yelling out my name: no ad-libs
Niggas get mad at us for what?
We live out life at the after-party
Don’t come at me with that ego shit
I piss on that like a port-o-potty
This beat is retarded so therefore my flow is autistic
Come on down to Bobby’s World
You and your friend all a visit
Flow like I’m on a mission
So there is no competition
It’s looking like hunting season
And we in the slaughter business

[Hook:]
Sittin up high, small money we don’t see no
Stupid, dumb fly ask yo bitch nigga she know
Nigga know my stylo, swagg on GO
Shittin on yo pride nigga pissin on yo ego
We be Pissin on yo ego, pissin on yo ego
Shittin on yo pride nigga pissin on yo ego
We be pissin on yo ego, pissin on yo ego
Sucka nigga hatin we know but we pisson on yo ego

[T.I.:]
Ball hard: pavement
Broads in amazement
Large money talking, I ain’t gotta make a statement
My impatient grind, I’m taking mine
I ain’t finna wait for mine
Anybody wanna shine, I suggest you wait in line
I’m chasing dime paper
But for these haters I don’t break a stride
Defecating on your pride, make you commit suicide
Do or die, who am I?
Bullet hit the Bulls-eye
I’m doin’ my thing, Say I ain’t my nigga you a lie
Do it by the hood, I grew up to say what’s up
And all the real niggas know me, I don’t need no introduction
Bulletproof truck with a couple cute sluts in the back
Doin everything I ask for a wrap what’s that
They handle that and I struck that cat so good I get my money back

[Hook:]
Sittin up high, small money we don’t see no
Stupid, dumb fly ask yo bitch nigga she know
Nigga know my stylo, swagg on GO
Shittin on yo pride nigga pissin on yo ego
We be Pissin on yo ego, pissin on yo ego
Shittin on yo pride nigga pissin on yo ego
We be pissin on yo ego, pissin on yo ego
Sucka nigga hatin we know but we pisson on yo ego

T.I. feat. Pimp C, Too Short – Pimp

Cavi on the track!

[Verse 1: Pimp C]
Hol’ up, smoke something bitch
Hol’ up, Sweet Jones
Goin’ down
She suck on my dick, lickin’ her butt
Wife that bitch, she the neighborhood slut
You really shouldn’t trust me so much
That girl love these nuts
She told me don’t tell, keep it on the low (low)
I make her get down on the flo’
Show me what you workin’ with, gon head twerk it bitch
Pussyhole fatter than a Benz with a body kit
I do what I please, you do what you can
She get on her knees, I won’t tell her man
It’s very thin line between a fuck and a date
And if ya playin’ with some paper, she might scream rape
Statutory is a whole different category
We don’t do babies, only grown ladies
So if you wanna get ya back knocked out
Let me hit ya in the butt and then put it in ya mouth

[Verse 2: T.I.]
It’s big pimpin’, five or six women
Had bitches eatin’ pussy with’ my dick still in it
Groupie hoes eatin’ booty holes, thirty five minutes
Finished jackin’ in they face, while they kiss it, (muah)
Imagine, bad bitches all over the mattress with asses like Serena, Trina, face is like Cassie
Cum so I can nut and drop and say it taste like candy, so nasty, head game way above average
On patron, dro, cocaine and a tablet, let her have it front to back
While she tossin’ her salad, they call me big dick daddy
They love this wood, they say “we fucked a lot of rappers, none this good”
Ask my pussy, all I gotta say is get to it
And they don’t care who there, they just do it
Like Pimp C say “give a ho no leeway, bitches do whatever we say, okay”

[Hook:]
Pimp [x16]

[Verse 3: Too Short]
She got a big mouth, and she talks too much
I got a big dick, that loves to get sucked
Now what you think she gon get?
If I introduce her mouth to my dick
It’s gonna be a match made in heaven, something like soul mates
We have a lot of sex, but we don’t go on dates
And I can’t tell the homies, I wish I could
But I can’t cause the bitch is too good
I’m a firm believer, she’s an overachiever
And I know when I see her
She don’t stop till I skeet her
I used to like sex in the bed
Then I met them freaky girls that give me super head
Now I got everybody jammin’ this song, she can get some dick even with her panties on
I’m lookin’ at her pussy, she can keep it
I just want a blow job, can you keep a secret? (biiiitch!)

[Hook]

[Outro: Cavi]
Cavi on the track!

T.I. feat. Trouble Rich Kidd Shad – On Purpose

[Hook: T.I.]
I say I’m ridin, I’m swervin
Barely missing the curb
I got this bad bitch and she twerkin
Hit the parking lot and we murk this shit
On purpose, on purpose
We hit the club and we hurtin them folks
On purpose, on purpose
You can save the hate it ain’t workin

Say I’m ridin, I’m swervin
Barely missing the curve
I got this bad bitch and she twerkin
Hit the parking lot and we murk this shit
On purpose, on purpose
Don’t try me dawg we’ll fuck you up
On purpose, on purpose
Automatic K and it’s squirtin’ (Bow!)

[Verse 1: T.I.]
I’m double cup in my lean, swisher sweet in my fruity
Got 20 plus in my jeans, make them stipper bitch get to it
Got 6s in my burban, I’m riding high and I’m swervin bruh
My kush hard in my back seat with a black freak and he twerkin her
Hard in the paint like Josh Smith, do not slip, I bang mine
I’m zone one bankhead shawty, I’m west side no gang signs
Pimp squad, grand hustle man, steady duckin’ them suckers man
This trouble man ridin’ with trouble man, them mutherfuckas in trouble man
I’m rubberband in my banks like it got thigh pads in my Levis
Naw shawty no Levis, these Strivers Row, we ballin ho
Quarter mil in the bag brought it all to blow
On 24, we surfin
Rep Atlanta shit no accident we immaculate on purpose

[Hook: T.I.]

[Verse 2: Trouble]
(Uh huh, uh huh, yeaaahh)
I murk a nigga on purpose (Bow! Bow!) flatline
For the real A to take back over the game, it’s that time
Shawty poppin’ ass fat, so I’m feelin’ like she worth it
This cash I’m finna be servin’, feelin’ like she doin’ it on purpose
Just swervin’ just tryna get to her (whoo!), vicious, 36-34-36, ridiculous
Jazzy phizzle my nizzle I’m iller than illa bitch ya, a bad bitch poppin’ ass like a stripper
And I’m the tipper
Aye Tip, I just fucked her and her sister, on purpose
To the world they some good girls, but I know behind the curtains
They gon get down and dirty, on a camera while I slam her
Goddamn I love Atlanta, chop a pistol, grip a hammer

[Hook: T.I.]

[Verse 3: Rich Kidd Shad]
(Oh yeah, oh yeah, aye look, aye look, aye look)
Pullin’ up, they like how the fuck, he got 6′s on his sports car
Bad bitch with some big tits we got all the dope in her sport bra
After I hit the curb I gotta slow leap, see she was suckin’ me slowly
These black tint got me number 3 on that Urban Legend you don’t know me
My ferrari ass I’m horsin’, I hit the gas she moisten
Them lame ho be like nuh-uh, this ol’ pussy dick where her voice at
You know everywhere stand by that, you’ll never get where that Glock at
Myself man for the fortune ho, same thing for that outfit (yeah)
Look like I’m bout to do a little commercial, when I see them nigga hatin’, I’m a play that shit in worser (yeah)
Big boy with coach, that be a couple bands a pop (uh huh)
They wanna see me but them photos had me top ho

[Hook: T.I.]

T.I. – Oh Yeah

[Hook:]
Wherever you are, I’m sorry I’m gone
Them bitches say they miss me, tell em shawty not long
Got them so turned on till they so turned out
Cause I’m so turned up and I’m burnin that loud
I pull up, hop out, all the bitches like wow
Catch me at filet chow up in vegas in town
It’s a sold out crowd bitches from the front row
Up to the nose bleeds and they all wanna go
No they all wanna go, I make em say
Ay, they all they wanna go, ay don’t they trey
Hey if your girl wanna go tell her say
And if that broad wanna go she should say
Now from LA to the bay, I make em say
And from New York to MIA, bitches say
From Chi Town to the D, bitches scream
San Louis Houston do you wanna go with me

[Verse 1:]
Hey you can catch me in Atlanta with my pedal to the floor
On that 5, 99 guts like a bloody nose
Ain’t no secret how I kick it nigga everybody know
Bout my paper sorry no time for you haters gotta go
When I’m on the westcoat in that ghost on that low
One 5 for a movie, quarter mil for a show
Gotta pill in a bottle for the rod for a ho
Sweet heart to a lady, still hard on a ho
Thank God for my lady I know they be on that radio wiling
While we chilling somewhere on an island, smiling
On a big dot is he really that hot
Ain’t you too niggga guess not
Bitches hoppin on my dick, ‘fore I hop up out the car
Walk away with 5 or 6 as I’m passing by the bars
See I’m tuggin on my zipper as I fire up my cigar
Let’s get this straight, you go get naked get it crackin till tomorrow

[Hook:]
Wherever you are, I’m sorry I’m gone
Them bitches say they miss me, tell em shawty not long
Got them so turned on till they so turned out
Cause I’m so turned up and I’m burnin that loud
I pull up, hop out, all the bitches like wow
Catch me at filet chow up in vegas in town
It’s a sold out crowd bitches from the front row
Up to the nose bleeds and they all wanna go
No they all wanna go, I make em say
Ay, they all they wanna go, ay don’t they trey
Hey if your girl wanna go tell her say
And if that broad wanna go she should say
Now from LA to the bay, I make em say
And from New York to MIA, bitches say
From Chi Town to the D, bitches scream
San Louis Houston do you wanna go with me

[Verse 2:]
Yeah we in the same book, but I’m on another page
Peach king off the leash out the cage on the streets
Kill nigga like A’s cut bitches like blades
Shine always, fuck you when whatever y’all say
Bitch nigga I’m paid even when I’m locked up
Heard nigga went broke, well shawty not us
Quarter K in the benz they say shawty washed up
To a bitch, bullshit then shawty popped off in yo motherfucking town
Just to show it’s going down, my brother and my lil cousin got you lady goin round
Nigga I don’t want her, I’m so superior by far
She’ll never see the inside of my car

[Hook:]
Wherever you are, I’m sorry I’m gone
Them bitches say they miss me, tell em shawty not long
Got them so turned on till they so turned out
Cause I’m so turned up and I’m burnin that loud
I pull up, hop out, all the bitches like wow
Catch me at filet chow up in vegas in town
It’s a sold out crowd bitches from the front row
Up to the nose bleeds and they all wanna go
No they all wanna go, I make em say
Ay, they all they wanna go, ay don’t they trey
Hey if your girl wanna go tell her say
And if that broad wanna go she should say
Now from LA to the bay, I make em say
And from New York to MIA, bitches say
From Chi Town to the D, bitches scream
San Louis Houston do you wanna go with me

T.I. – Love This Life

I know shit get kinda fucked up sometimes you know
I know you can get kinda carried away with yourself
But errr why don’t you be real with me and be real with you at the same time
You can’t get what you get here no where else ma
Keep it real now

[Chorus]
You know you love
Bitch, you know you love this life
Don’t nobody do you like me
You know you love
Bitch, you know you love this life
Don’t nobody do you like me
You know

[T.I.]
Cavalli dress and high heels
And drop tops on hot wheels
We live how we wanna live cause we got mills
Them other niggas barely buy a hot meal
In VIP dem bottle poppin’ do it B.I.G
Come get with T.I.P be ballin’ til you d-i-e
Invisible set bracelet see clearly
Take away your stress mean that sincerely
Problem solve ‘em, nevermind that
Girlfriend see your bag, be like where you find that?
Plus, what the fucks a prenup you ain’t got to sign that
You nut up take half, I’mma make it right back
I’mma muthafuckin hustla to the heart
Whats the sense in leaving me and be back fuckin with-them busters
Bentley for your birthday, Guiliard Purse day
Deal with them stacks know you gotta love that

[Chorus]
You know you love
Bitch, you know you love this life
Don’t nobody do you like me
You know you love
Bitch, you know you love this life
Don’t nobody do you like me
You know

[T.I.]
Man of Respect on a big jet
With a big dick and a big check
I pop big shit how good does it get
Ya leave me, where else you think you could get this?
Yeah, you could get another guy to beat pussy for ya
Them niggas cowards though, and I’ll take a bullet for you
Mansions, jewelry all I need is for you and me to have some understanding
Have a couple candid conversations
Your frustrations I take in consideration
I’m rough around the edges, don’t bat with me and be patient
And you’re sadly mistaken if you think I’m into chasing
My heart is RSVP I’ve extended an invitation
And don’t go wasting your time
With what they saying online
Your positions divine, don’t believe look around
I got a strong mind and kind heart
With a soft kiss but I love hard

[Chorus]
You know you love
Bitch, you know you love this life
Don’t nobody do you like me
You know you love
Bitch, you know you love this life
Don’t nobody do you like me
You know

[Bridge]
Don’t you love this life like I love you
Anything you could ask, do it for you
Drop Jags, Berkin bags, Louboutin heels
Summer homes in Miami, Hollywood hills
Vacation in Monaco, Ibiza
On the French Riviera with our feet up
Our lifestyles so rare,
You know you ain’t going no where

[Chorus]
You know you love
Bitch, you know you love this life
Don’t nobody do you like me
You know you love
Bitch, you know you love this life
Don’t nobody do you like me
You know

T.I. feat. B.o.B – We Don’t Get Down Like Y’all

[Hook - B.o.B]
We don’t get down like y’all
Na, na, na, na,
Na, na, na, na,
We don’t get down like y’all
Sucka nigga, we don’t get down like y’all!

[Verse 1: T.I.]
It’s been a lot of back and forth over this and that
So I don’t pick the bobo no more, I just get it, Fact!
Listen, pimpin’, let me tell you what the business here
Y’all know some so I’mma tell you what the difference here
See, we’re old school, you’re just old news
We used to move blow, and you just blow dude
See we the talk of the town, me and my whole crew
You run around town gossip, like the hoe do
See you name-drop when nobody knows you
We get the lames out our sector, like we ‘posed to
My crew, we cop the bentley, Brooklyn and the Rolls too
You give her roses I’m the one she bring the rose to
So you say you’re shining, well I guess I’m shining more
So high up, I’m soaring, thirty I’m like a dinosaur, carnivore
(Meat) Me year, G they respect,
Me to you like a comparing a vet to a cadet, nigga

[Hook - B.o.B]
We don’t get down like y’all
I ball, I do, you talk
I’m real, you flaw
Cause nigga, we don’t get down like you!
Sucka nigga, we don’t get down like you!

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Don’t call it the comeback
Getting right? being from the fed pen
Pull up on them suckers, pop the trunk and tell ‘em get in!
I thought I lost well guess again
Back to balling, getting bread, bring the checks in
Yeah, like we did on my last case
I show you how to make a blessing out of bad breaks
Hey, let me set you niggas ass straight
Hoe want there clothes back, loosen up fagbay!
Them hotpants bad for your prostate
Lime green high, pink up dragqueen, hotdate
At stores asking for the same size the bitches buy
they say is hip, but where I’m from we call it sissyfied

[Hook - B.o.B]
We don’t get down like y’all
I ball, I do, you talk
I’m real, you flaw
Cause nigga, we don’t get down like you!
Sucka nigga, we don’t get down like you!

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Before us there was none, after us no more than ever be
This is the greatest show on Earth you ever seen
I still do it for my nigga in the streets, getting into
Blowing money like my nigga, Big Meach just to do it
Say we’re blowing money fast, big old money bag
3 /400 cash just to make them suckers mad
Back in the saddle the winner of every battle
Been the best since I was rapping in the rattle, world travel
As you comment on the rumors of what have you beware, dude
Prayer can’t prepare you, how dare you?
Disrespect my presence peasants, I will tear you,
A new one, I poop on, your ego is ?
Rolls Royce back seat, no great coupon
A true don, Three piece cashmere suit on
Pion, see it ain’t no neon on my new ones
Hear the truth on every song I spew on, Bloaw

[Hook - B.o.B]
We don’t get down like y’all
I ball, I do, you talk
I’m real, you flaw
Cause nigga, we don’t get down like you!
Sucka nigga, we don’t get down like you!

T.I. feat. Victoria Monet – Live On Tonight

[Chorus:]
I’m on the road the day I die
That unchangeable surprise
No waking up but don’t you cry
Let your dreams live on tonight

Uuuuh Uuuuh
Uuuuh Uuuuh
Uuuuh Uuuuh
Live on tonight

[Bridge:]
Yea
Yea
Hustle Gang nigga!
Aye
Leggo!

[Verse 1:]
We do it big, going hard, get it in
I tell make my hustle full fittin in
I’ll catch a fair cake, go to prison then
Turn around, do the same shit again
Down back, countin rack
A hundred kilo champagne, hey I drown that
Loud pack, burnt up
Do the iMAX bid, shorty turnt up
The American dream, I’m livin in it
To Trayvon get some Jesses, I kill a bitch every minute
Yea talk, give a damn about the sentence
You ain’t down to die for something
Your life ain’t worth living

[Chorus:]
I’m on the road the day I die
That unchangeable surprise
No waking up but don’t you cry
Let your dreams live on tonight

Uuuuh Uuuuh
Uuuuh Uuuuh
Uuuuh Uuuuh
Live on tonight

[Bridge:]
Yea
That right
Family Hustle nigga

[Verse 2:]
I’m livin so my sons and daughters never see martyr
Get it, spend it today, save something tomorrow
A young king’s Arthur, learned from my father
Tomorrow 50-50, today is our hour
Damn right, 24 hours, 365
Push it to the limit, switchin lanes on the highway
Like fuck it, if I diw today I die in pain
I’m straight nigga, straight bullets in your driveway
Man the game, man the game, why should I play?
For my fam, my life, damn alley
Put it on the line, never mind the consequences
You ain’t down to die for something your life ain’t worth living

[Chorus:]
I’m on the road the day I die
That unchangeable surprise
No waking up but don’t you cry
Let your dreams live on tonight

Uuuuh Uuuuh
Uuuuh Uuuuh
Uuuuh Uuuuh
Live on tonight

[Bridge:]
Ahuh
I ain’t finish, leggo

[Verse 3:]
You know a trouble man ride with a hundred band
Bet it all, win or lose, it ain’t nothing man
Modern day, near perfect, I’m the son of man
Every summer kill shit, call me Son of Sam
Big chain, big car
I could buy a big house on my black card
Them other suckers only wanna act hard
Hustle Gang, we jump off, flow stunt hard
So respected, I don’t even need a bodyguard
But if it fully automatic then it probably hours
Real talk, give a fuck about the sentence
If you ain’t down to die for something your life ain’t worth living

[Chorus:]
I’m on the road the day I die
That unchangeable surprise
No waking up but don’t you cry
Let your dreams live on tonight

Uuuuh Uuuuh
Uuuuh Uuuuh
Uuuuh Uuuuh
Live on tonight

T.I. – Like That

[Hook]
They want that young nigga, dumb, who you’re with, where you’re from shit
That gang bangin rag hangin, what you claimin krunk shit
They like that
They on that
They like that
They want it
They want that super gutter ignorant
That new ghetto belligerent
Authentic brick flippin
Dope boy, trap nigga shit
Yeah the like that, they on that
They like that, yeah they want that

[Verse 1]
They want banana clippin, chicken flippin, pistol grippin, roll out
Music do that shit so good cause thats the shit I know bout
Money over everybody trappin where the goal at
Gimme mine, grind ain’t gon’ shine til I’m sold out.
Keep a ‘k and some yay no hesitation ill spray whoeva in a nigga way.
O’s of the haze, only thing a nigga blaze
Gang banga’s and j’s and projects where a nigga stay.
And my baby mamma sexin in the apartmentttt…?
Okay everybody know me bitch, I’m hot
If you want it, oh I got it
You can fuck with me tonight
Still riding 24′s
Pocket fulla chedda now
Get to trappin ill be aight
Soon as I handle my b.i
I’m tryna dodge the fbi
Who knew one day ill be t.i
Chevy sittin real high
Same clothes, still fly
Thats the shit them young niggaz out there wanna hear about

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Gangsta walkin
See me approach with caution.
Louie belt around my waistline
Pistol hangin off it
Fuck them niggas who be talkin
They can get it if they want it
Still hangin on the corner slangin crack and marijuana
I’m… still the man in my trap
Disappear from the feds that ran in my trap
Took a half key, hundred grand and my strap
Only thing I got now, this nine in my lap
Better double, triple it, whip it
Get it to sellin get rich or get out the game
Fuck snitches that get to tellin
Magician with a magellan
Already a felon
I ain’t even fired up the dro and they already can smell it
Wee hours til the morn’ Imma hustle til its all gone
Nigga betta recognize my grind
Bankroll over all
Nevermind my shine
If ya bangin lemme see ya gang sign one time

[Hook]

Niggas know I spent my whole life in that shit
They still around with me ’cause they like that shit
Yeah they like that (hey) they own that (hey)
They like that, (hey) yeah they want that
I used to live it I ain’t writin that shit
Like I’m ridin that shit, that why they like that shit
Yeah they like that (hey) they own that (hey)
They like that, (hey) yeah they want that

[Hook]

T.I. feat. Future, Rocko – I See Ghost’s

[Hook:]
Hey I think I seen a ghost
Half a million dollar car, ain’t even got no note
Bitches layin’ on the bed, bitches on the flo’
Money to the ceiling, money come and money go
I think I seen a ghost, I think I seen a ghost
Hamiltons and Franklins, they come in every show
Money to the ceiling, how you love you can go
Graveyard in my pockets, dead presidents to blow
I think I’m seeing ghosts

[Verse 1: Future]
Money burning in my hand while I’m still counting
We put drivers in the seats, I’m in the back lounging
My bitch she don’t even speak no English when she come in town and
I’m seeing dead people, man I got like four accountants
It’s all my yayo in that pot we need a water fountain
We put that yayo on the East and full ten countin’ [?]
I’m counting dirty money, I don’t need no help to count it
It had blood, it had sweat on it when I found it
I’m going higher than a elevator out the country
I do whatever for that paper, it ain’t on my country
I went to sleep inside a ghost, I think it was a phantom
Man I get rock and roll high, dog I’m off the channel
I got sixty racks on me just in case she want to gamble
And I go crazy with that back, it ain’t nothing I can’t handle
I’m in my room with the light off, burning candles
Youngest nigga with the set, repping Atlanta

[Hook]

[Verse 2: T.I.]
This money timid, hear motherfuckers talk money
I inhale bills, breathe Gs, cough money
I’m still making cake even when I lost money
A multimillionaire, stil lspending soft money
I’m balling way above par, got golf money
The bus full of duffel bags and that’s all money
You wonder what my motivation? Bro, it been money
Make extra jet cause my little mama love to spend money
We Texas Hold ‘Em, rolling dice with your rent money
Get out my face and fuck your life if you ain’t getting money
Say boy, I spend the money you’re trying to make
Sell 100 Gs and it’s sad to say
Big dough, I get that
In a fear? Push your shit back
I’m arrogant and I’m cocky cause I got a graveyard in my pocket
Spent 100K on my chain and a couple mill on my watch here
My chick ride in that car you in
This city, I argue in
Get big money, no little dough
See dead presidents, real ghosts

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rocko]
Boo! That’s the look on the haters face when I pull up in the ghost like Casper
Ooh! That’s what your boo said when she snuck a peek at me right before we got ghost
On my chopper with a chopper, they call me Ghost Rider
I swear my pen dripping, I should be a ghostwriter
I see them suckers, I get ghost
I don’t fuck with busters
Too busy sitting ghost, you know how that goes
Give me more, give me more
Yeah I ghost that work
Whip it like Goldberg
Yeah I ghost that word
Heavyweight, Goldberg, I’m a wrassler, ho
Clothesline that bankroll, I be wrassling ghosts
Chauffeur find our way back, trunk passengers ghost
Got my green from the Bay, ghost ride the whip
Hey man, Hallelujah in my True Religion denims
Yeah, Rocko do the most, pocket hundred full of ghosts