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1. _ Rubberband Man
{Chorus}
A who I'm is rubberbandman
wild as the Taliband
Nine in my right forty-five in my other hand
a who i'm is ...
call me troubleman always in trouble
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 fo 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 rastling.
finna have me snappin, i'm tellin you.
From the bottom of tha Duval,
Cakalacky to New York
and everybody showin 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 hatin on shawty
so they some suckas 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, lil pimpin 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 sto
wit no trouble.
Young cats is playin today
Marvin Gaye of my time.
Tryna stay alive
Livin 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
We a day in the ground.
I still smile cuz somehow
I know he seeing me now
and so i'm doing all my shows
just like he in the crowd.
Ay, tho ya lightas 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 representin the struggle man.
My folk gon trap
until they come up wit another plan
Stack and crumble bread
to get theyself off they mama land.
Gangstas who been servin
since you was doing the runnin 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 lookin for that dro man.
For ma niggas slangin blow, pimpin hos
Rollin vogues, 24s.
Let these other niggas know.
[Chorus 2x]
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2. _ Be Easy
[Intro]
Ay, where the piano at shawty?
Y'all ain't neva seen a dope boy play the piano and rap at the same time
have you?
I'ma show you somethin', dig this..
[Verse 1]
I'm 22 and a vet in the game
Say I'm, supercoo', still a threat at the same
Time, rhyme bout the times I invested in 'caine
Pleasure and pain in every aspect of the game
I'm the answer to yo prayers if you prayin' for change
So, I dare you compare us and say we the same
When I'm, climbin' the ladder, they stuck in the same
Mindframe, they accomplishments are nothin' to gain
Eventually, see I'm outta yo range
Except this rose gold glow from my wrist and my chain
I entertain young niggaz who slang
Like a picture, no frame, see it's simple and plain
My shit bang, spit flames, put niggaz to shame
Flow so insane, lyrics sick and derranged
Now you can't, mention my city unless you mention my name
T-I-P-I-M-P, I'm the man
[Chorus]
Ay be easy - you don't want no trouble with me
Just be easy - the drama ain't nothin' to me
Ay be easy - before you have problems just breathe
Ay be easy - you ain't worth dyin', believe me
Just be easy - you don't want yo mama to grieve
Be easy - well mind yo bizness, don't bother the G
Be easy - swear you stuntin' but you frontin' to me
Be easy - behind the scenes or behind yo ?
Ay, be easy
[Verse 2]
??? kissin' ass when I came to leave
Set the standard for Atlanta, rearranged the lead
Okay, so what tha fuck is fame to me?
I been plottin' since kindergarten, you'z a lame to me
I give the niggaz what they came to see
A reflection of one self where they aim to be
As you can see it ain't no change in me
And you won't meet another nigga off the chain as me
I'm so fly, no lie, don't deny it, ya feel it
So inspired by my style, decided to try it yoself
Bet you won't, meet nobody ranked as high as myself
The checks you waitin' on, homes, I can sign them myself
Tote gats, dro smoked that, now I'm high
Seats way back in the Maybach I ride
Through the streets of the westside, I slap five
And throw dubs, show love, nigga
Repeat Chorus
[T.I. talking] ("Be easy" in the background)
What it iz pimp? T.I.P., Trap Muzik, understand that?
Grand Hustle pimp! Ay, whus hattnin' Toomp?
Let's ride out homie! What it iz mayne?
P$C, Pimp Squad Click, shawty!
Uh, uh... A-Town... stay down..
Keep it pimpin', pimpin'!
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3. _ Look What I Got
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
you think them niggaz is hot
well shawty look what i got(nigga look what i got)
you think i'm lyin nigga look what i got
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
shawty look what i got
Ay, pimpinlook what i got
look what i got my nigga look what i got
{verse1}
Big wheels still spin when i stop
presidential roll gold rolex watch
with no rocks
i save them for the pinky
keep u niggasz blinkin
he ain't wearing platinum, naw
but i keep you niggaz thinkin
mink seats sure to keep a nigga sinkin
swear he ain't slangin but i know that nigga creepin
got a condo in orlando for the weekend
homes be so crunk in the club we gotta sneak in
no more room in V.I.P
they payin just to peek in
when they leave they be lookin in a car they can't even see in
and thats just the be-gin-ing
in the city that he in
he was rappin in the cafeteria but now that nigga serious
heard he got a CL, a EXT on spreewells
several chevys on 24s(hold up)
how many records he sell
man i don't know
but he got a label now
them boys the PSC (hell)
i heard atlantic gave em a deal for 2 or 3 mill (ay shawty)
for real
{chorus}
Look what i got a old school truck and a drop
so next time you think them niggaz is hot
shawty, look what i got
the respect of the niggaz and G'z
so the next time u say them niggaz is G'z
u probably lookin at me
a what we ballin
bought the bar for the broads
so next time u think them niggaz is hard
shawty, look at the squad
i'm buying yachts, have the streets on lock
so next time you think you peeps on top
pimpin look what i got
{verse2}
i'm well known in the hood like the dopeman phone number
roll anything i can throw some 24s under
nigga talk bad bout
but i shole wonder why the dope boyz fuck wit em
and the hoes love em
very little promotions on his album never heard of him
but its jammin like the fuck was jumpin out the stores
cause i was born in the raid
and i'm made in the streets
i done played in the days
in the shade in the streets
i say i rapped in the trap
with the best in the streets
shot craps in the back
you know the rest nigga please
you doin bussiness with me
you best invest in some skills
i sell slopes of snow
i don't fuck with little blow nigga
got 80 k's its gone take a lil more (to what)
to double up and bring it back and make a little more (you movin slow)
and movin slow, now what you take a nigga for
i'ma cock hammers and 44s and nail yo ass to the floor
and i ain't braggin i'm just lettin niggas know
cause the media and radio
can get a nigga so fucked up
comparin me to these niggaz little flow
i do a song fuck up they whole little show (so shawty)
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4. _ I Still Luv You
[Chorus] 2X
Don't hate me shawty
But even if you hate me shawty
I still love you
And now I only wish that you could
See that my intentions were good
I still love you
[Verse 1]
Forgave me once, forgave me twice, forgave me three times
I stayed lyin', you stayed down in the meantime
Had my son and turned around and had another one
I broke yo heart when I told you bout the other one
I stay in trouble ha? Ain't got too much to loose
Knew I could loose it all but never thought of losin' you
Eleven years ago I still regret me choosin' you
Meetin' you, pursuin' you and doin' you in '92
You fixed plates, showed yo face at every courtdate
And all you wanted me to do was call when I was out late
How could I let you go? I thought I knew it all
When you deserved the best and more, you been through it all
So you think I sold yo dreams, but what I say I mean
Just take it to consideration, I was 17
I'm still the same man, just had a change of plan
Never ask you back and fuck a wedding band
But I still love you
Repeat Chorus 1 w/ ad libs
[Verse 2]
Went from resentin' you, hatin' you, now I'm missin' you
On the realest shit I ever dropped, dissin' pops
I never even thought, to ask my mom what happened
Just knew that you was livin' in Manhattan and I was trappin'
We never had a chance, we was in different states
But I'll forgive it, you was human and we make mistakes
You tried to make it up, but shit, you couldn't pay enough
You sent me tons of toys and clothes thinkin' you gave enough
But it wasn't though, and you wasn't there
That's all I knew, so I grew up thinkin' you ain't care
I know it wasn't fair, but ay, it wasn't fun
But now what's done is done, no matter wha, I'm still yo son
I could care less if none of yo other children come
I'ma be right there prayin' you live to be a million one
Finally I understand, hustlin', livin' fast
Tryin' to get the cash and settle down and be a dad
You probably never knew, cuz hey, I never said it
But pops, I'm just like you, I'm stubborn and I'm hardheaded
But now you dead in the ground, no meanin' tellin' you now
But all I wanted was for you to be proud
I still love you
[Chorus]
Don't hate me shawty
If I ain't told you lately shawty
I still love you
Now I only wish that I could
See that yo intentions were good
I still love you
Don't hate me shawty
Please don't hate me shawty
Ay, I still love you
And now I only wish that I could
See that yo intentions were good
[Verse 3]
How could I criticize my daddy on that last verse
Lookin' at my own dirt, you got some nerve
But be that as it may, I got some shit to say
It's been a secret, I can't keep it for another day
I got a lil' girl, not just two lil' boys
And that's been killin' me inside, eatin' me alive
And I can't find the words, nor the nouns or verbs
To express whachu deserve, girl you worth the world
But I'm a man and I ain't perfect, if you hear me now
I'll tell you wha had happened, when, why, when, how
Me and yo mama met, we kinda kicked it off
But we wasn't 'posed to have a baby, we just chillin' out
We had a lot in common, almost the same sign
Same goals, said thangs at the same time
But then we destroyed the situation like the a changed mind
How could I look her in her eyes and say it mine
Her stomach gettin' bigger, and time is gettin' close
Six, seven, eight, nine months and I ain't told mah folks
Not just messiah mama, hell, I had told yo granny
Three kids in two years, baby, daddy had it
But I ain't ashamed of you, I'm more ashamed of me
It's not at all yo fault, you'd be better off blamin' me
But now I realize, where the problem lies
Forgive me babygirl, I apologize
And I still love you
[Chorus] 2X
Don't hate me shawty
Please don't hate me shawty
Cuz I still love you
Now I only wish that you could
See that my intentions were good
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5. _ Doin My Job
[T.I. - talking]
Ay I'm working here, know what I'm saying
Try to put yourself in my shoes for a second
Its not personal I'm just sayin though
[Verse 1]
Ay look
From when the moon came out 'till the sun came up
I was supplyin the days when where they flame up
Our mamas passing, by trying to explain us
Pissing in the bushes like they never house trained us
But, try to understand thats how we came up
You get to know us, you'll love us but you can't change us (naw)
Really we rather be rich and famous
But in the mean time were forced to slang dust
'Dro or crack cocaine, Penicillin to Rogaine
Ecstacy, Viagra, whatever'll get the dough mayne
Im tired of people mis-representing my dough mayne
Oh you think we out here killing for nothing, hustling
for no gain (picture that)
[Hook] (sample playing in the background)
Hey man I'm just doing my job
Hey lady, don't mind me I'm just doing my job
I don't wanna make your life more harder, I'm just doin my job
You live here, I work here I'm doing my job
[Verse 2]
I don't know if you don't know, don't care or can't see
Every time something up in the hood, it ain't me
And I ain't always up to no good and know the crease
And we ain't always gotta pass through the hood without speaking (how you doing)
We ain't out here threatining your lives, raping your children
We just out here staying alive, making a million (you know)
Working hard, trying to survive chasing a mill-ion
You hear us talking loud, just think of this is chamelion
React to the situations, but accusations is still
burgarlizing and rise in your house, I mean you just hurting my feelings (maaan)
We got lives, we wanna live nice too
We got moms, dads, wives, kids just like you
But I choose a few, its hell in high school
When your helping with the rent lights and the gas bill too
So before you go judging us loving us won't hurt
Yeah under 25, staying alive is hard work
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
And for you to see what I'm saying, open eyes will help
If you could think about somebody besides yourself
Why you pointing fingers at me, analyze yourself
Quit all that chastising and try to provide some help
Instead of calling the law, you busting my balls
With all due respect, we don't even need to be fucking with y'all (maan)
And we can't help it cause it is like this
We don't like it no more than you that we live like this
Hallway, stuck in the grass summertime to wintertime
Cutting school to sell fifty dimes by dinner time
See everything we know we learned from the streets
Since thirteen I've been hustling and earning my keep
[Hook]
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6. _ 24's
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 motherfucking 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, fuck 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 motherfucker, 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)
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7. _ Let's Get Away
[Chorus] (T.I.)
[Jazze Pha] Hey, let's get away and get a room on the other side of town
Hey shawty, I was thinkin of you
(Was you thinkin' of me, ay, ay...)
[Girl] Hey, let's get a room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down
(Whachu would do?)
Hey daddy, I was thinkin of 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"
Yea right, I be ridin' through the city lights
My hat bent, gettin' high behind the 'lac tint
I'm chilllin' with Brazilian women, heavy accents
They black friends translatin', got'em all ass naked, adjacent
Have relations wit'em many places
Leavin' semen in they British faces
Make'em kiss they partners with it in they faces
Young pimpin' sprung women 'cross the 50 states
Got young ladies requestin' "What's Yo Name" on 50 stations
Askin' me what's a pussy popper, want a demonstration
But I ain't waitin' til 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 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 a room on the other side of town
Hey daddy, I was thinkin of 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)
Yea baby, I was thinkin of you
[Verse 2]
Yo, yo... uh..
From Miami to Cali, from Vegas to Jersey
Got'em in Houston, Virginia, New Orleans, ya heard me?
All the classy ones like to act like they 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 a room on the other side of town
Hey daddy, I was thinkin 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 thinkin of you
(Was you thinkin' of me?)
[Verse 3]
Excuse me shawty, but I been watchin' you now for a while
Yo whole style, from yo 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' bout is layin' you down
And I'm, keepin' it pimpin', I ain't playin' around
Ain't got that kinda time cuz 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' yo butt
Now so while for while we talkin', I'm fillin' yo cup
We 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 whachu 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 thinkin 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 thinkin 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 thinkin 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 thinkin 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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