Hurt - T.I. feat. Alfamega And Busta Rhymes

[Intro]
Ba ba ba baa ba ba baa
You pussy nigga finna make me kill one of y'all

[Chorus T.I.]
Ain’t a damn thang change
I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt
Better tell them I ain’t playin
Because it’s all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt

Ain’t a damn thang change
I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt
Run up on him where he hangin Bang
Cause it all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt

You finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
You finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
You finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
You finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
(I hope you ready)

[Verse 1 T.I.]
A lot of pussy nigga talk like brawler runnin’ they mouth
That is 'til I run in they house
Put the gun in they mouth
Tell a nigga talk shit now
They think you know they gun go BLA
I ain’t scared of the law, naw
I'm 'bout to go to war
What it is nigga win, lose, or draw
I never get caught murkin ya’ll
Cause it ain’t whatcha do (whatcha do?)
The question is who saw (saw)
When I’m way to raw (raw)
Catch me any day you want
You can think I'm a player if you want
But the facts that remain
If I got an AK and you don’t (you don't)
Well then playa you gone (bye)
Don’t get me wrong
Pussy nigga wanna kill me too (but where they at?)
But they jus' ain’t 'bout shit
Cause its very well known where I’m at
They can catch me in the booth right now
If it really like that
Naw, nigga let they hoe get 'em in the whole shit
The fo fo’s spit they holla "Oh shit"
Protect the ho and you both hit
You betta check ya gun cause you be so sick
If the chopper leave you with no dick
A plastic bag holdin' yo' shit
Least 6 in you, couple more in the bitch
And I don’t miss cause I’m focused

[Chorus]
Ain’t a damn thang change
I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt
Better tell them I ain’t playin
Because it’s all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt

Ain’t a damn thang change
I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt
Run up on him where he hangin Bang
Cause it all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt

You finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
You finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
You finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
You finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first

[Verse 2 Alfa Mega]
F**k niggas might talk loud, act real
But they don’t really want this here
Pussy niggas better act right, lay low
We know where yo' family live
Trust me you don’t want me up in yo' crib
Wit' a ski mask on duct taping your kids
You can pray all you want
But I don’t forgive
You should have been doin' nothing
But ya did what ya did
I ain’t gotta spell it out, pimp, you know what it is
The rest gangsta on the real man you know what it is
Plus I got a hundred goons wit' me
Dressed in black
Fifty at the front door, fifty at the back
Half got 'Ks, half got macs
Bring ‘em out, bring ‘em out

Show me where they at
We can do 'em right here
We can catch 'em in a trap
Run up on this nigga put a hole in his hat
Put his brains on the dash and his thoughts in his lap
Dump fifty more in him and tell him to hold that
Lights out, no hasta manana, hasta la vista, sara nara, y tu
No tomorrow, no remorse, and no sorrow
And the next one of y'all niggas try me like that
I swear to god, man
I'm really gonna snap

[Chrous]
Ain’t a damn thang change
I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt
Better tell them I ain’t playin
Because its all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt

Ain’t a damn thang change
I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt
Run up on him where he hangin Bang
Cause it all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt

You finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
You finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
You finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
You finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first

[Verse 3 Busta Rhymes]
Right now I'mma give ya somethin' and make a nigga beg please
When a bullet whiz by
Probably feel a little breeze
Drop to yo knees
I can see the big barrel of the chrome flip
Double grip handle for the squeeze
I keep a couple of those for the niggas who talk shit
When I go to Jacob and I cop that brain
If he tried to see me
I'mma cop that thang
and I'mma pop that thang
And the shots gonna sting
The nigga 'bout to set the trunk wit me
For the most part the nigga stuck with me
I’d tell you something if you really was smart
And you knew better
People probably tell ya
Don’t f**k with me
Front if you want mutha f**ka
You can catch it
Smile on my face
Even if I got the rachet
Aah Pop off police pull me over
Believe I got a compartment
And I gotta stash it
Must I just remind ya niggas
When I come through
Know that I am a find ya'll niggas
Take two, break through
Bust so many shots
Gun powder probably blind ya’ll niggas now
Ok, lets go see you don’t really want to feel a _____ blow,
Clap up a nigga then I cap up a nigga
When I finish this shit we’ll turn it into an absurd show
Look, Listen, then you better observe yo,
The sizzle from the bullet that the glock burst slow (sss)
Shoulda probably tweaked you up just a little
And had your body leanin, lookin’ like a quarter past four
Stay down better, (stay down) checkin for a nigga who can put yo body in the dirt (ooo)
I don’t play bitch
If you really need to go the other way
You know I got it under my shirt.

[Chorus]
Ain’t a damn thang change
I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt
Better tell them I ain’t playin
Because its all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt

Ain’t a damn thang change
I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt
Run up on hin where he hangin Bang
Cause it all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt

You finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
You finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
You finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
You finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first

You Know What It Is - T.I. feat. Wyclef Jean

[Wyclef]
Ay Boy, Don't Spill My Drink Boy
Pull It!
Now Listen..(Grand Hustle homie)
Everybody report to the bloodclot dancefloor
Wyclef all hands on deck (you love the beat)
(boy you know what it is)

[T.I.P & Wyclef]
Ay, (brat), Ay (brat), Ay (brat)
Yo T.I.P, talk to them bloodclot

[T.I.P]
I'm a real nigga Homie
Show Six figga's on me
I got a pistol
You don't want it
But You know what it is
Im way fly-er
my pay is way higher
If they ever mention sire
Boy You know what it is
about that drama
You don't want no' problems
Goatta love that lama
But you know what it is
I get Money, all I count is big money
this is all you get from me
boy you know what it is

[Wyclef]
Yo T.I.P, let them little rock boys know how you movin
(Boy You Know What it is)

[T.I.P]
The wait is over here we go again I'm back in the plate
Gon sell another couple mill and take it back to tha 'A
Gon take that other couple mill and put it back in the safe
5 carats for the crib only b
I'm in big crusies 2 steppin with the gat in the waist
T.I. aint in the streets no more fo sho is that what they say?
No more cryin when you sayin boy you have to be great
Cuz that pistol will hit ya in ya face yall peeps will have to replate
That's if you like it and if ya trust me it wont hurt me to take
A Hundred thousand to them Haitians you'll be murdered today.

[T.I.P]
I'm a real nigga Homie
Show Six figga's on me
I got a pistol
You don't want it
But You know what it is
Im way fly-er
my pay is way higher
If they ever mention sire
Boy You know what it is
about that drama
You don't want no' problems
Goatta love that lama
But you know what it is
I get Money, all I count is big money
this is all you get from me
boy you know what it is

[Wyclef]
Yo T.I.P, some boy wanna playa hate,
Let em know who tha king of the south is!
Talk to em!

[T.I.P]
Women sweatin when they see me I'm apparently hot
Had the album of the year nigga grammy or not
Remember all day I used to stand in one spot
2 revolvers in my pocket pitchin handlin rocks
See me now? choppin, there aint a car I aint got
Im the #1 customer at my own car lot
If ya wanna know how much I make just imagine alot
Even tho I prolly gettin more then you'd imagine I got
listen close I need to know if you understand me or not
if ya disrespectin me you and your man'll get shot

[T.I.P]
I'm a real nigga Homie
Show Six figga's on me
I got a pistol
You don't want it
But You know what it is
Im way fly-er
my pay is way higher
If they ever mention sire
Boy You know what it is
about that drama
You don't want no' problems
Goatta love that lama
But you know what it is
I get Money, all I count is big money
this is all you get from me
boy you know what it is

[T.I.P]
Went from the King of the south, to the king of the states
Ridin in a car you probably never seen in the states
No Idea how much yay I can bring in the states
You could get a hundred of em for a million today
Lucus aint the only one who made a million a day
But it's an American Gangsta right here in ya face
And you don't wanna see P$C on the scene with a 'K
You think you running and prorobbin that aint even the case
And just because you get away that don't mean its okay
You a dead man walking and I mean it okay.

[T.I.P]
I'm a real nigga Homie
Show Six figga's on me
I got a pistol
You don't want it
But You know what it is
Im way fly-er
my pay is way higher
If they ever mention sire
Boy You know what it is
about that drama
You don't want no' problems
Goatta love that lama
But you know what it is
I get Money, all I count is big money
this is all you get from me
Boy you know what it is

[Wyclef]
Some of dem boys want to talk what dey have done.
They guns sound like popcorn.

Make It Rain (Remix) - Fat Joe feat. Ace Mack, Birdman, Lil Wayne, Rick Ross, R. Kelly and T.I

[Fat Joe]
Whoo
Roxan, its Kells B*tches
you don't have to turn off
the red light
Scotty!
Let's make it rain on these niggaz

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah, I'm in this bitch for terror
Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I'm in this business of terror
Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain, I make it rain on them hoes
I make it rain, I make it rain, I make it rain on them hoes
I make it rain, I make it rain, I make it rain on them hoes
I make it rain, I make it rain, I make it rain on them hoes

[R. Kelly]
I be drilling these chicks like Major Payne
When I make it rain, they be like "Kell... do it again"
From the club to the coupe, inside my gates
Up in my bedroom screaming each other's name
They was perty perty, and I was flirty flirty
Lil' dro, lil' bub now they gettin' dirty dirty
Don't ask me what my name is, stupid bitch I'm famous
You gon' make me aim this, leave your ass brainless
I'm tryin' to stay R&B but these streets is a part of me
So don't get it twisted
You see I order one bottle, then I talk with one model
Then I order more bottles, now I got more models
I'm from that city where them niggaz don't play me
I take a chick to my room like cave man
So ask your girlfriend my name, I bet she go
"Skeet Skeet Skeet Skeet, Weatherman 'bout to make it rain!"

[hook]

[Lil Wayne]
Blat, Blat, Blat, Blat, hey Joey let me git 'em
It's young money and we on like the television
The weather channel, but I do not broadcast
I throw up more cash, and change the forecast
Your boyfriend is lame, I make it rain on ya
He never make it rain, like Southern California
Where's your umbrella? Now get your raincoat
Baby I make it flood, now you gon' need a boat

[Birdman]
Fresh to deaf on 'em, we throwin money on 'em
Stay fly, 25s when we ride on 'em
Alligator suede, custom with the shades
make it slow in the club, bitches know I paid
Stay shy rockin' Gucci in the Bentley (Super fly)
White rolls for my broad on them 23s (Stay Fly)
Goin' to the club, nigga in da new fleet
All red doors up, doin' it like a real G

[Hook]

[T.I.]
Come see me and Crack in the club flossin'
40 cal in my jacket, 20 stacks in my jeans
Yo real boss niggaz doin real boss things
We bout that shit, you just talkin'
Young Sam Rothstein, I'm with my goons
In the 430 down the strip I zoom?
In da drop in January but it feel like June
Big glock I carry make a real big BOOM
Make moves like a young tycoon
I come through like a young typhoon
Category 3, don't be categorying me
Any nigga like ta get a better salary to me
El capitan, King
Numero Uno
I flood pussy clubs
Ask any stripper you know

[Ace Mack]
Ace mizzy get all the hoes
Gonna teach them shit they want to know
Like fuck that pussy ass 9-4, girl
Make that bucket a pot of gold
It ain't no money like hustle money
It ain't no bitch like a hustle bunny
Ain't no bitch gettin' none of my money
That why the money got a clip to protect it for me
She gotta ride for the A, hop for the A
Live for the minute or be out for the day
Pop the metal while lookin hot in stilettos
Gotta rock with a bezzle on the trigger finger
Boss bitch of the ghetto, my Spanish Trina
Talk shit to a nigga with the 'blama beamed up
When I see her gotta handle my b
I gotta give her one of these in the back of the team truck

[hook]

[R. Kelly]
make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain
make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain

[Rick Ross]
I be reppin' my city, blowin hundreds & fiftys
If the head right, Ricky there ere' night
Joey I was listenin', blown up, spinnin' rims
Time to spend some dividends, my money they swimmin' in
Ross, I'm the boss (I'm the boss), I'm the mayor (I'm the mayor), make it rain (make it rain), on these haters (on these haters)
Get yo umbrella fella, cause we blowin' hella chedda
I'm the nigga that you scared of, cause no one can do it betta

[Fat Joe]
Joe crack, early 80's,
crack baby momma paid me
Maybach, fly Mercedes
TWERK that, drop IT BABY
Them perty ladies, they got me crazy
Them skies is hazy, I pop like 80
Somebody tell Mr. Bentley to BRING his umbrella
Katrina not, its just a one fella
Who got dumb chedda, and need a brain surgeon
Got me a designated thrower, cause my hand's hurtin'
I make it rain, its cock-eyed bitch
It's not a game, Them vatos locos rich
Ain't nothing wrong with wanting a little happy ending
And we don't need a hotel, we parkin' lot pimpin'
(Bitch)

[hook]

Show It To Me - T.I. feat. Nelly

Aye bend that ass over, and let it move back
Come kick it wit me, I'll get your groove back
And give it to me
Show it to me
Give it to me
Show it to me
Give it to me
Show it to me

[Hook]
Aye bend that ass over, and let it move back
Come kick it wit me, I can help you get your groove back
Aye give it to me
Show it to me
Now give it to me
Show it to me
Now give it to me
Hey whatcha doin'?

Give it to me
Show it to me
And let it wiggle 'cause I like it when you do that
Come kick it wit me, I can help you get your groove back
Now give it to me
Show it to me
Now give it to me
Show it to me
Just give it to me
Hey whatcha doin'?

Just give it to me
Show it to me

[T.I.]
I got a whack dough flow
Stacks on swole
Five different hoes in Cadillac four door
Niggas think they gonna attack, I got a mac on hold
I'll bust ya in your stomach leave you back on the floor
You see T.I. and Nelly on it, know the track gone blow
Man you niggas barely pro, I don't even practice no more
Aye shawty I was gettin' dough when you was rappin so-so
When you barely had flow I had crack for the low
You can stunt for the audience and act for the hoes
Let me ask you what you gon' do when we ain't actin' no more
Aye when I finish wit you you ain't even gon' be rappin' no more
Aye "How he doin'?, Where he at?" somethin' they ain't askin' no more
Aye picture me not bein' the main attraction no more
That's all the talkin' I care to do to you back to the hoes
Baby drop it back it up til you can't back it no more
You show me you bout that action, I'll throw a stack on the floor

[Hook]

[Nelly]
Aye come on in lil mama sit down pay attention
You don't want to get to school, then take your ass to detention
Stick my key in your ignition, I'm crankin' up your engine
I'm pullin' your extensions Now we switchin' up positions
Got an ill technique, in makin' ya knees weak
A non-stop treat until your g-spot leak
To your G4 seat, we'll be back next week
so tell that lame ass nigga you got places to be
So give me your participation, don't need no hesitation
Don't want to be mistaken, ma I'm plannin' on relations
Yea, you rollin' wit the King and the One
Country niggas in the chevy passin' Grey Poupon
Man, we been gettin' dough since we was way too young
The record sales was the mob that'll make me a Don
You see this is why I'm hot, and this is why he not
so mama climb on top, and show me what you got, aye

[Hook]

[T.I. & Nelly]
The independent ladies that can buy their own Mercedes I say
That's the one, that's the one
Country girls that represent, payin' they own rent holla
That's the one, that's the one
For the women constantly poppin' tags with the newest Louis bags yea
That's the one, that's the one
To all the girls who in shape, slim waist, pretty face hey
That's the one, that's the one
Okay
Now bend that ass over

Big Shit Poppin' - T.I.

Do it (3x) what u waiting for
Do it (3x) what u waiting for
Now Lemme hear you say
Big shit poppin, and lil shit stoppin (3x)
Ball on these niggas being broke is not an option

[Chorus]
Do it (3x) what u waiting for
Do it (3x) what u waiting for
Do it (3x) what u waiting for
Now Lemme hear you say
Big shit poppin, and lil shit stoppin (3x)
Ball on these niggas being broke is not an option

Do it to the maximum, take it why you asking them?
Don’t listen to them suckas when they say you too irrational.
I said I was king and them lames started laughing
Same sucker now I want the king on the track with'em
I composed several classics
watchu know like top back, dope boys,
Bring em out, and what you know about that
Now they ask how I talk what you know about that
Dominated '06, now Im going right back (do it)
See me reign hell, lettem show me like that
Even Denzel’ll say damn, I ain't know it like that
Nigga yea, still bankhead you can tell
Ain’t nothing changed but the name on the mail
I'm still kicking doors with them thangs in the air
Up in Benny Honda, see me slang in dem chair
I will slang cane, no such thang as a jail
Say you need a hundred squares they just came off the scale

[Chorus]
Do it (3x) what u waiting for
Do it (3x) what u waiting for
Do it (3x) what u waiting for
Now Lemme hear you say
Big shit poppin, and lil shit stoppin (3x)
Ball on these niggas being broke is not an option

Do it like a ball playa, when you see me ballin
Stacks tall as ball playas from the stage to the air
Whether in Miami, Cincinnati or in Riverdale
Arizona, California, make it rain anywhere
Pullin out that pistol nigga who you think u finna scare?
20 rounds of missles have you pissin in your underwear
I tote a pound, 40 cal, so you better tone it down
But I suggest you adjust the bass, except for when it going down
A-town, west side club, you should catch me,
Right up at the top with Big Kuntry, Dro & Mac be
Jackers lying say they caught me slipping how could that be
I’m something like a stalker I be everywhere the strap be
The trap be, jumping with that 100 dollar slab
If I wanted nigga I could get 100 on the tab
Sell em all double down Nigga do the math
Think I won’t pull up in something With 200 on the dash

[Chorus]
Do it (3x) what u waiting for
Do it (3x) what u waiting for
Do it (3x) what u waiting for
Now Lemme hear you say
Big shit poppin, and lil shit stoppin (3x)
Ball on these niggas being broke is not an option

Do it like I wanna do it, do that shit in front of you
Real nigga vision pimpin I aint seeing none of you
I Do it for my nigga phil daughter and his momma too
Do it for my oldest sons and they Grand momma too
Do it for my daughters and my my youngest son momma who
go buy what she want cuz she know it ain't a problem to.
You do something to them and its you I bring the Drama to
You do it for a day or so, we do it for a month or two
I do it for my partner go make sure them niggas stuntin too
We doing with them choppers, aint no problem where you running to?
We do it for the block, now why ain’t nobody stopping me
I do it for my pop, and my cousins too they watchin me
I did it nonstop, now see how these niggas copy me
I made it from the bottom to the top, where I oughtta be
Who do it did this good, and do it different
No matter what I do you know I do it to death

Top Back (Remix) - T.I. feat. Young Jeezy, Young Dro, Big Kuntry and B.G.

Jeezy:

I let my chain hang low, keep that thang up on my waist;
all them haters talkin' reckless tell 'em say it to my face;
Concealed bankroll yeah i almost caught a case;
It's the remix so manny fresh drop the bass;
I say my 28 inches got me sitting so high,
reach straight up through the clouds god damn im in the sky;
got my 87 zone, god damnit im fly, beycha anything won't any nigga try;
push the yukon wednesday the drop back monday,
ice cream impala same color as a sunday,
so you can dis me with ya hating and that he can't rap shit,
tell them faggot ass niggaz wrap they lips around my dick;
god damn my money's sick hey i need to see a doctor,
black on black bentley call it phantom of the opera;
lemon lime drop top, i call it the sprite,
when i pull out the garage you can call it a night.

chorus:

i like my beat down low and my top let back
see me ridin 24s with a choppa in the back
ya like ya kenwood high and ya top let back
if ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black hey

Dro:

dro! my trunk gon break the damn law,
im ridin through the hood with eighth's of damn raw
them 27s tall but them 8s they damn raw;
bitches know, they see the platinum is grey like grandpa;
spray the chevy all kinda sour apple colors;
diamonds up in my charm look like piney apple suckers;
tec 9 for some mac 90 for others,
lethal weapons on bucatis i got on my danny glovers.
nah this aint the movie but i shot 4 brothers,
and plus i got a chevelle that flop four colors,
cars without the covers,
my beat down low and then my rims sit high im the best thing blowin out DRO!

chorus 2x:

i like my beat down low and my top let back
see me ridin 24s with a choppa in the back
ya like ya kenwood high and ya top let back
if ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black

Big Kuntry:

I got my treble up high and my beat down low,
I don't slam no doors hop in where the roof go,
What i need a roof for? replace it with the sky,
Streets be mine with that georgia on my mind,
Ridin in the wettest paint like im surfin on a tidal wave,
Cocaine whip yeah straight out the microwave,
man in the trunk, sound like the man knockin,
bypass rockin with stacks in my pockets.

B.G. :

I got money in my pocket and my mind on more,
To hear myself think i like my beat down low,
cigarello full of dro in the chevy 2 tone,
its sittin on chrome thats how i get my roll on,
gotta dip through the hood you know jizzle keep it real,
I see some hot girls so im'a turn it up a lil,
let em bounce to be music, b-b-bounce to the beat,
the top down hop in and ride with a g.

chorus 2x:

i like my beat down low and my top let back
see me ridin 24s with a choppa in the back
ya like ya kenwood high and ya top let back
if ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black

T.I.

Even though i like my beat down low and my top let back,
chrome feet down low and my impala wet black,
digit-dash hit the gas tell dem niggaz check that,
make them bitches sit back, woofers give em wet cats,
comin down in the chevy motor sound like it's very tight,
it is you can tell i hear the tire yellin er'y lane,
and when it ain't even kickin i bet you can still hear it,
lord forbid i cut it up, i bet i could let him feel it,
okay my money real big, choppers is still hid,
they catch me with it fuck it i'm doing my lil bit,
in my drop top ride, with my glock cocked ridin,
i'm lookin for them niggaz where they at stop hidin' (hey!)

(Now that's a mothafuckin' remix nigga)

What's Yo Name? - T.I. feat. Pharrell

[T.I.]
Yo, Uh [12x], a come on T.I.P.

[Neptunes]
Come on [4x], I said come on, come on, come on, come on

[Verse 1: T.I.P.]

A hour train spit game from the get green
Ay T.I.P. been bangin' thick dames since he was 15
The click came ran trains if her shit clean
The same broad fronted y'all like she Miss Thang
And damn how da bitch seem she's a dick fiend
All though I won't elaborate I'll say she lick things and get green
She fuck wit me because I got big dreams
And along wit a face she think she seen on the big screen
I give it to her since she whine and her back hurt
Then drive her crazy since she crying and she act worse
Yeah, I'm a rapper, I'm a man, but I'm a mac first
I need a broad wit a bank and a fat purse... and that's first

[Hook: {T.I. & Neptunes} 1x]

[T]
I'm a p-i-m, ah, m-p,
Told y'all niggaz before about me
Plenty Remi to the h-e, ah, a-d

[N]
Somebody buy some more dro' so we can smoke please
Now what's yo name?

[T] I'm pussy bumper number one

[N] Yeah, I said what's yo name?

[T] I'm pussy bumper number one

[Verse 2: T.I.P.]

Man trying to stop pimpin like shooting a bee-bee gun at a freight train
So comparing us is like whine to a grape stain
My reputations great man, I got a great name
I hate lames, I stay clean, and I break dames
I like 'em small or bigger with a figure eight frame
So if she fine I bet she mine when I find time
Man I ain't lying, mine dimes I don't wine or dine
Like clothesline hoes mine, I'm a goldmine
Ay I'm the "King of Da South" and the throne mine
I got the chrome in the Chevy and the broan mine
Ay man I'm young but I been doing it for a long time
That ain't my fault that bitch grown she got her own mind
An-and I'm...

[Hook: 1x]

[Verse 3:]

I bet some niggas think I cake her when I take her out
But come that week just watch me rape her fucking bank account
Eventually the P$C hey we gone take the south
Then grab the earth by the ankles and shake the paper out
Nigga I'm bout my paper route so I'm gone make a route
Anybody blocking my road to riches man I'm gone take 'em out
Keep run yo mouth making up you mind you got's to be's wit out
Me I'ma git a ho who gone make show my pockets seen about
P-i-m-p-i-n-g is all I be's about
I break a ho in break 'em till they broke and then I ease 'em out
They out of pocket, I'm a lock 'em out and leave 'em out
And that don't change man, season in season out
Open up The Source shawty and see who just you reads about
If it ain't concernin T.I.P. a P$C a see ya out
Ain't nothing even you ain't cuttin then u don't see the house
Because you know I got to practice what I preach about

[HooK: 1x]

[Neptunes]
Come on [4x] I said come on, come on, come on, come on
[repeat]

[T.I.]
I'm a p-i-m, ah, m-p,
Told y'all niggaz before about me
Plenty Remi to the h-e, ah, a-d

I'm Serious - T.I. feat. Beenie Man

[T.I.]
Ay take a good look at me - Now picture me unhappy
No cash and outta fashion, not flashin
Picture me doin bad even if I wasn't rappin
Picture me even breathe on the mic not snappin
I'm fire hot not lukewarm, my arms frozen
Picture me in a room full of hoes unchosen
Picture me with no P.O. and no 'dro
Picture pimps walk with some broads and ain't gettin no 'tho
L.A. gone and I ain't gotta deal no mo' (Picture that)
A ghetto vision ain't real no mo' (Picture that)
Ah T.I.P. ain't work for MIA no mo'
He still so-so (picture that) he still po'
Nigga picture that, ah matta fact picture T.I.P.
Gettin anything other than rich
Now can you picture this, young, pompus, African son of a bitch
Labelled as anything less than "the shit", I can't see it

[Chorus - Beenie Man]
Dis bad man you get shot, anyways
Bad man nuh tek back chat, no day
Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat zigga, zigga
We always gonna stay 'pon top always
Dis bad man you get shot, anyways
Bad man nuh tek back chat no day
Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat zigga, zigga
We always gonna stay 'pon top, always

[T.I.]
Pull up in a blue coupe that's damn near clear
And Polo gear that won't drop 'til next year
Be like this here, Cartier frames and Pierre Jouet wristwear
T.I.P. your majesty's right c'here
Notice when I came the dames disappeared, ya lames listen here
To play me, ba-by, hey he,
gone need a track from God featuring Jesus or Jay-Z
Go on floss; ball where it cost
Smile for the cameras, take your shirts off
Y'all niggas actin, take ya skirts off
Hoppin bomb-ass nigga and he ain't wanna work boss
I'm gettin sick and tired off these phony rendetions
Wonder why I don't consider them no competition
There's no vision - lil' ambition
How I feel about these niggas, and my word, are ya kiddin?

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
Some niggas wonder what my goal is
They think it's goin gold havin hoes sweatin me
Fuck that, I'm in it for the longevity
Picture me as one of the greatest that'll ever be
Compare me to, Tupac, B.I.G., and Jay-Z
Work with legends like, Organo, I.Z., and J.D.
Neptunes, they even flow on one of Dre's beats
Fly to Miami, chill with Luke and we can trade freaks
I freak shows, just peep hoes under shade trees
Huh, but KP say just keep it top-notch
And make sure that the club is jumpin like it's hop-scotch
Floss rocks and in the summer keep the top dropped
Ten thousand dolla work for clo', when I go shop
In the Apollo on them 'boes so the hoes jock
Especially when I rock that linen suit with no socks
In Polo skippers, they undo zippers,
and they shows cock, to show shot shit
Bitch, I'm serious

[Chorus]

[Beenie Man]
Well it's a Neptunes sound (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Zagga-zagga-za, na-na-na-na-na (T.I.P.)
Whoa na-na-na-na (Beenie Man)
(Zagga-za-za-za, Oh we dat shit)
An a ziggi-ziggi-zagga (Bad man sittin)
Straight from Jamaica (Alright lemme give this to ya)
Alright lemme tell them somethin (See it's goin down)

Dope Boyz - T.I.

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

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

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

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

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

[Hook]

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

[HooK: 2x]

(T.I. shouting out da dope boyz!)

Ay one time for da dope boyz in ATL
From the SWATS on Campbelton Road
on over to the Westside on Bankhead, ya understand
On over to Candler Road
Ay I know y'all niggaz out there getting money in Decatur
Got damn ay we going on down to Miami shawty
Ay we know y'all niggas got them thangs down there for the low
I'm coming to get some
Ay one time for my niggas up in Tennessee shawty
Up in Orange Mound, y'all niggas trapp rolling good
On over to Memphis I know the pimpings real good down there

Still Ain't Forgave Myself - T.I

[Singing]

[T.I. Talking:] Still ain't forgave myself.. damn
It's a lotta fucked up shit that go down man..
You don't even know the half..

[Verse 1]
Man I been in and outta trouble since an adolescents
Spoiled rotten, dead fresh, wit no daddy present
I got two uncles, Quint and Man and they keep me straight
7 and 8, I'm countin money while they movin weight
My daddy send me clothes and always tell me come and see him
I say aiight but still I feelin like my momma need him
They sendin letters home from school, nobody read mines
And plus my uncles, doin 10 years F.E.D. time
Then I started rebellin, began crack sellin
Tha littlest thang on the corner wit a Mac 11
After school I hear my momma holla homework
I say aiight ma, but look I got my own work
Started interactin wit fiends at the age of 13
Now my momma findin rocks in my socks, glocks in my toy box
Like damn, why do trouble come to me like this
But on the real, it ain't even have to be like this (fuck)

[Hook]
Mistakes made on this road to wealth
I still ain't forgave myself
Ay, what I am today
I made myself but I still ain't forgave myself
For runnin to the grave getting closer to death
I still ain't forgave my self
For anyone who ever wondered how I felt
I still ain't forgave myself

[Verse 2]
At 14 man, thought I knew everything
I'm slangin slabs, trappin hard, movin heavy Cain
I bought an '85 cutlass on some dane-a-danes
Now I'm the shit, huh, the motor blew in 30 days
Hardheaded man I ain't listen to anything
I'm getting money so, I'm right and I got plenty game
Besides why I need school, Im'ma be rappin momma
If that don't work, then I guess Im'ma be trappin momma
But hey I promise Im'ma make it cause I'm damn good
Im'ma get us out this hood and off these can goods
School just a white man game, and it's ran good
At 16, here's my introduction to manhood
Blue lights behind me, damn what I'm gonna do
Cause I got 2 pounds of weed and a 3.80 too
I guess everything'll be aiight if I just keep it cool
How ya doin officer, what ya mean why I ain't in school
Can you search the car?? Yea but, I rather that you didn't
Besides it's just a waste of yo time cause ain't nutthin in it
[Laugh] I guess that's when I seen, that I ain't know shit
When stuck in a place wit freedom I ain't gone get.. (Damn!)

[Hook]
Mistakes made on this road to wealth
I still ain't forgave myself
Ay, what I am today, I made myself
But I still ain't forgave myself
Guess these the chances ya take, when dealt the cards I was dealt
But I still ain't forgave myself
For anyone who ever wondered how I felt
I still ain't forgave myself

[Verse 3]
Outta all the niggaz I was wit when I was doin wrong
3 in the fed, 1 doin life, and 2 dead and gone
Knew there was more to life than sellin blow and chopper bustin
But what's the good in knowin' better if I ain't tell 'em nutthin
I knew I coulda told Cap not to kill shawty
Put down the gun, get in the car let 'em live shawty
You'll probably get locked up, and I'll probably have a deal shawty
Naw, I ain't scared, I'm just telling ya like it is shawty
Coulda told Endae, Quint, and Kern, man ya covers blow
Leave that country town alone, yall needa come back home
Bankhead and J-Rue, I just feel like if I was wit 'em
They woulda never got killed that night if I was 'em
Seem like I coulda done mo', said mo'
Why all my partners gotta be dead or in the fed fo'??
All the time, I just wish that yall could ball wit me
Sometimes at night I close my eyes, and dream that yall wit me (damn.)

[Hook]
And even though they say I cant blame myself
I still ain't forgave myself
For all the mistakes made on this road to wealth
I still ain't forgave myself
What I am today, I made myself
But I still ain't forgave myself
For anybody who ever wondered how I felt
I still ain't forgave myself

And yea they say I cant blame myself
But I still ain't forgave myself
Fo the mistakes made on this road to wealth
I still ain't forgave myself
Guess this the chance that you take, when dealt the cards I was dealt
But I still ain't forgave myself
For anybody who ever wondered how I felt
I still ain't forgave myself (Ain't Forgave myself)

[Talking]
Yea, for anybody who ever wondered how I felt
anybody who ever wondered what's wrong wit me, here it is..
3 16's of what's in the heart of T.I.P.
This song is dedicated to everybody who ain't here wit me
Cap, damn.. you fucked up shawty, but when you get out
if I live to see it, its gone be on again ya know what I'm sayin
And we ain't gotta worry bout goin to jail shawty we legit now
Ya know what I'm sayin.. Cern, Quint, Endae, yall gone get out man
and when you do I'll be there shawty.. always
Bankhead, J-rue, I'm sorry man, some shit I cant change
When I get up there, we gone ball again, open the gates shawty let me in..
we gone ball. J-Rue man I know money ain't worth a friend shawty..
I fucked up bad man.. I still ain't forgave myself
My momma, sorry I ain't graduate but
hell we rich now it don't matter. My uncles shit,
it don't matter either.. yall back.
Well hell.. My Lil' boy (music stops)
you betta not do the same shit I did
or Im'ma whoop yo muthafuckin ass..

You Know What It Is - T. I

Wyclef Intro:
Aye, boy don't spill my drink boy.
Pull up! Now Listen
Everybody report to the blood clot dance floor..
Wyclef all hands on deck
You know the beat!
Yo T.I.P.talk to them blood...


Chorus (T.I.P.)
I'm a real nigga homie throw 6 figures on me.
Got a pistol you don't want it
Boy, you know what it is.
I'm way flyer my pay's way higher,
If they ever mention sire
That's right you know what it is.
I got that yama you don't want no problems
line up that lama
Boy, you kow what it is.
I get money, all I got is big money,
Think that's all she get from me,
Boy, you know what it is.


Wyclef:
Yo T.I.P.
Let them niggas rap boys know how you livin'

Aye aye aye aye aye... boy you know what it is....

Verse 1:
The wait is over here I go again I'm back into play
Gone sell another couple mill and take it back to the "A"
Gone take another couple mill and put it back in the safe
5 cash for the crib on the back of the lake
Im up in Crucial 2 stepping with the gat at my waist
T.I. aint in the street no more
foe sho is what they say?
Don't even try him when you see him boy you have to be great.
Because this pistol hit you in the face
Your teeth you have to replace.
That's if you lucky trust me don't hurt me today, a 100 thousand to them haitians you'll be murdered today

Chorus:
I'm a real nigga homie throw 6 figures on me
Got a pistol you don't want it
Boy you know what it is
I'm way flyer
My pay is way higher
If they ever mention sire
That's right you know what it is
I got that yama
you don't want no problems I line up that lama
Boy you know what it is
I get money all I got is big money
Think that's all she get from me
Boy you know what it is


Wyclef:
Yo T.I.P. some boys want to player hate
Let them know who the King of the South is.
Talk to them

Verse 2:
Women they sweating when they see me
I'm apparently hot
Had the album of the year
Nigga grammy or not
Remember all day I used to stay at the spot
With 2 revolvers in my pocket pitch a hand of that rock
And now chart topping aint a car I ain't got
I am the number one customer at my own car lot
You want to know how much I'm makin just imagine a lot
You know I'm probably making more than you imagine i got
Listen close I need to know if you understand me or not(I need you to be clear)
If you disrespecting me you and your man will be shot (bop bop!)

Chorus:
I'm a real nigga homie throw 6 figures on me
Got a pistol you don't want it
Boy you know what it is
I'm way flyer
My pay is way higher
If they ever mention sire
thats right you know what it is
I got that yama you don't want no problems I line up that lama
Boy you know what it is
I get money all I got is big money
Think that's all she get from me
Boy you know what it is

T.I.: Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye boy you know what it is

Wyclef:
Why all y'all shock cause I'm moving
We'll pass you in the dust boy.

Verse 3:
Well from the King of the South
To the King of the States
Riding in a car you probably never seen in the states
No idea how much yay I can bring in the states
You can get 100 on it for a million a day
Frank Lucas ain't the only one to make a million a day
But it's an American gangster
I'm right here in your face
You don't want to see PSC on the scene with a "K"
You think you runnin up and robbing that aint even the case
Just because you get away that dont mean its ok
You a dead man walkin and I mean it ok?


Chorus:
I'm a real nigga homie throw 6 figures on me
Got a pistol you don't want it (back up back up)
Boy you know what it is
I'm way flyer
My pay is way higher
If they ever mention sire
that right you know what it is
I got that yama you don't want no problems I line up that lama
Boy you know what it is
I get money all I got is big money
Think thats all she gettin from me
Boy you know what it is

T.I. - Big Things Poppin' (Do It)

Poppin'"
[Chorus]
Do it (3x) what u waiting for
Do it (3x) what u waiting for
Do it (3x) what u waiting for
Now Lemme hear you say
Big shit poppin, and lil shit stoppin (3x)
Ball on these niggas being broke is not an option

[Chorus]
Do it (3x) what u waiting for
Do it (3x) what u waiting for
Do it (3x) what u waiting for
Now Lemme hear you say
Big shit poppin, and lil shit stoppin (3x)
Ball on these niggas being broke is not an option

Do it to the maximum, take it why you asking them?
Don’t listen to them suckas when they say you too irrational.
See I said I was king and them lames started laughing
Saying sucker now I want the king on the track
I composed several classics
watchu know like top back, dope boys,
Bring em out, and what you know about that
Now they ask how I talk what you know about that
Dominated '06, now Im going right back
See me reign hell, lettem show me like that
Even Denzel’ll say damn, I ain't know it like that
Nigga yea, still bankhead you can tell
Ain’t nothing changed but the name on the mail
Still kicking doors with them thangs in the air
Open Benny Honda, see me slang in dem chair
I will slang cane, no such thang as a jail
Said you need a hundred squares they just came off the scale

[Chorus]
Do it (3x) what u waiting for
Do it (3x) what u waiting for
Do it (3x) what u waiting for
Now Lemme hear you say
Big shit poppin, and lil shit stoppin (3x)
Ball on these niggas being broke is not an option

Do it like a ball playa, when you see me ballin
Stacks tall-ass ball playa from the stage to the air
Whether in Miami, Cincinnati or in Riverdale
Arizona, California, make it rain anywhere
Pullin out that pistol nigga who you think u finna scare?
20 rounds of missles have you pissin in your underwear
I tote a pound, 40 cal, so you better tone it down
I suggest you adjust the bass, except for when it going down
A-town, west side club, you should catch me,
Right up at the top where Big Kuntry, Dro & Mac be
Jackers lying say they caught me slipping how could that be
I’m something like a stalker I be everywhere the strap be
The trap be, jumping with that 100 dollar slab
If I wanted nigga I could get 100 on the tab
Sell em all double down Nigga do the math
Think I won’t pull up in something With 200 on the dash

[Chorus]
Do it (3x) what u waiting for
Do it (3x) what u waiting for
Do it (3x) what u waiting for
Now Lemme hear you say
Big shit poppin, and lil shit stoppin (3x)
Ball on these niggas being broke is not an option

Do it like I wanna do it, do that shit in front of you
Real nigga vision pimpin I aint seeing none of you
I Do it for my nigga phil daughter and his momma too
Do it for my oldest sons and they Grand momma too
Do it for my daughters and my my youngest lil momma who
go buy what she want cuz she know it ain't a problem to.
You do something to them and its you I bring the Drama to
You do it for a day or so, we do it for a month or two
I do it for my partner go man show them nigga stuntin too
We doing with them choppers, aint no problem where you running to?
We do it for the block, now why ain’t nobody stopping me
I do it for my pop, and my cousins too they watchin me
I did it nonstop, now see how these niggas copy me
I made it from the bottom to the top, where I oughtta be
Who do it did this good, and do it different
No matter what I do you know I do it to death

My love - Justin Timberlake feat. T.I

Ain't another woman that can take your spot my-

If I wrote you a symphony,
Just to say how much you mean to me (what would you do?)
If I told you you were beautiful
Would you date me on the regular (tell me, would you?)
Well, baby I've been around the world
But I ain't seen myself another girl (like you)
This ring here represents my heart
But there's just one thing I need from you (say "I do")

[Chorus:]
Yeah, because
I can see us holding hands
Walking on the beach, our toes in the sand
I can see us on the countryside
Sitting on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is be my love
(So don't give away) My love
(So don't give away) My love
(So don't give away) Ain't another woman that can take your spot, my love
(So don't give away) My love
(So don't give away) My love
(So don't give away) Ain't another woman that can take your spot, my love

Ooooh, girl
My love
My love

Now, if I wrote you a love note
And made you smile with every word I wrote (what would you do?)
Would that make you want to change your scene
And wanna be the one on my team (tell me, would you?)
See, what's the point of waiting anymore?
Cause girl I've never been more sure (that baby, it's you)
This ring here represents my heart
And everything that you've been waiting for (just say "I do")

[Chorus:]
Yeah, because
I can see us holding hands
Walking on the beach, our toes in the sand
I can see us on the countryside
Sitting on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is be my love
(So don't give away) My love
(So don't give away) My love
(So don't give away) Ain't another woman that can take your spot, my love
(So don't give away) My love
(So don't give away) My love
(So don't give away) Ain't another woman that can take your spot, my love

Ooooh, girl
My love
My love

[T.I.'s rap:]
Alright it's time to get it JT
I don't know why she hesitates for man
Shorty, cool as a fan
On the new once again
But, still has fan from Peru to Japan
Listen baby, I don't wanna ruin your plan
If you got a man, try to lose him if you can
Cause the girls worldwide throw their hands up high
When they wanna come kick it wit a stand up guy
(Trust me) You don't really wanna let the chance go by
'cause you ain't been seen wit a man so fly
Baby friends so fly I can go fly
Private, cause I handle my B.I.
They call me candle guy, simply because I am on fire
I hate to have to cancel my vacation so you can't deny
I'm patient, but I ain't gonna try
You don't come, I ain't gonna die
Hold up, what you mean, you can't go why?
Me and you boyfriend we ain't no tie
You say you wanna kick it when I ain't so high?
Well, baby it's obvious that I ain't your guy
Ain't gon' lie, I feel your space
But forget your face, I swear I will
St. Bart, St. Bulla anywhere I chill
Just bring wit me a pair, I will

[Chorus:]
I can see us holding hands
Walking on the beach, our toes in the sand
I can see us on the countryside
Sitting on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is be my love
(Love) My love
(Love) My love
(Love) Ain't another woman that can take your spot, my love
(Love) My love
(Love) My love
(Love) Ain't another woman that can take your spot, my love

Ooooh, girl
My love
My love

I'm a flirt - R. Kelly or Bow Wow (Feat. T.I. & T-Pain)

[R. Kelly:]
Kels
Bow Weezy
Jackin for chicks

[Chorus:]
Ima Ima Ima Ima flirt
Soon as I see her walk up in the club Ima flirt
Winkin eyes at me when I roll up on dem dubs Ima flirt
Sometimes when im wit my chick on the low Ima flirt
And when shes wit her man lookin at me damn right Ima flirt
So homie dont bring your girl to me to meet cause Ima flirt
And baby dont bring your girlfriend to eat cause Ima flirt (It better be real tight to you know what im talkin bout)
Please believe it unless your game is tight and you trust herrrrr (You bring your girl around me you better put your best pimp foot foward)
Then dont bring her round me cause Ima flirt

[Verse 1:]
Ima b pimpin
I dont be slippin
When it come down to these hoez
I dont love em
We dont cuff em
Man thats just the way it goes
I pull up in the Phantom
All the ladies think handsome
Jewelry shining, I stay stuntin
Thats why these niggas cant stand em
Ima chick mag-a-net
And anything fine im bag-gin it
And if she got a man, I dont care
10 toes and I wanna be, cause I gotta have it
Now-Now who do it like B-O-dub
Girls on me when I walk in the club
Game aint tight, Ima take yo chick
Thats it man now your girl in love
Witta rich nigga, fly young dude
Ride wit me lil mama cant lose
Dont get mad at me homie cause yo girl friend choose
See this is how goin down in da 6-1-4 from the Natty up to Clevland even in Toledo
Ima boss and you know it
I got the money ima show it (Thats right)
If i give yo girl one chance to talk to me homie she aint gon blow it
HA-HA
Now the moral of the story is cuff yo chick, cause hey,
I'm black, fresh , and I rap, plus I'm rich, and ima flirt

[Chorus:]
Soon as I see her walk up in the club Ima flirt
Winkin eyes at me when I roll up on dem dubs Ima flirt
Sometimes when im wit my chick on the low Ima flirt
And when shes wit her man lookin at me damn right Ima flirt
So homie dont bring your girl to me to meet cause Ima flirt
And baby dont bring your girlfriend to eat cause Ima flirt
Please believe it unless your game is tight and you trust herrrrr
Then dont bring her round me cause Ima flirt

[Verse 2: R. Kelly]
Ima Ima Ima Ima flirt
Thats right I tell the truth and the whole truth
When it come to hoes I be pimpin like i supposed to, rollin em like I supposed to, shinin like I supposed to
In the club fuckin wit honeys like i supposed to
I dont understand when a nigga bring his girl friend to da CLUB
Creppin all ova the floor wit his girlfriend in da CLUB
And wonder why all these playas tryna holla at her
Just soon as she go to the bathroom nigga Ima holla at her
A dog on the prawl when im walkin through the mall
If I could man I would probably flirt wit all of yall
Yea- yea homie you say she yo girlfriend
But when I step up to her, Ima be like tarzan
Believe me maine this is how dem playas do it in the CHI
In plus we got them playette foolers in the CHI
Now the moral of story is cuff yo bitch
I'm black, handsome, I sing, cause im rich and Ima flirt

[Chorus:]
Soon as I see her walk up in the club Ima flirt
Winkin eyes at me when I roll up on dem dubs Ima flirt
Sometimes when im wit my chick on the low Ima flirt
And when shes wit her man lookin at me damn right Ima flirt
So homie dont bring your girl to me to meet cause Ima flirt
And baby dont bring your girlfriend to eat cause Ima flirt
Please believe it unless your game is tight and you trust herrrrr
Then dont bring her round me cause Ima flirt

[Bridge: Bow Wow]
F-L-I-R-T
Ay lil mama you know Ima
F-L-I-R-T
Ay lil mama you know Ima flirt

[Chorus:]
Soon as I see her walk up in the club Ima flirt
Winkin eyes at me when I roll up on dem dubs Ima flirt
Sometimes when im wit my chick on the low Ima flirt
And when shes wit her man lookin at me damn right Ima flirt
So homie dont bring your girl to me meet cause Ima flirt
And baby dont bring your girlfriend to eat cause Ima flirt
Please believe it unless your game is tight and you trust herrrrr
Then dont bring her round me cause Ima flirt

[R. Kelly:]
Ima, Ima, Ima, Ima flirt
Ima, Ima, Ima, Ima flirt
Ima, Ima, Ima, Ima flirt
Ima, Ima, Ima, Ima flirt