24's
Be Easy
Get It
I Still Luv You
T.I. vs. T.I.P.
Trap Muzik
You Don't Know Me

24's

[Intro]
Yeaaaahh, 4 all my real A.T.L niggaz

[T.I]
That’s right It's the dopeboy eva

[Chorus]
I said we gettin' our
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
Thats all all my niggas know
Blowin dro 24's
Thats how all my niggas roll
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
Thats all all my niggas know
Blowin dro 24's
Thats how all my niggas roll

[T.I.]
In a drop top chevy with the roof wide open
My partner's looking at me to see if my eyes open
Cause I've been drinkin, and I've been smokin
And flying down 2-85 but I'm focused
454 SS, I RACE PORSHES
White leather seats, as fresh as air forces
I say I’m doing 'bout a hundred but the track still bumping
#8 on NWA "Straight out of Compton" (dopeman nigga)
Pull up in your apartment sitting on 20somethins’
And the DOUGH boys Hollerin “what’s happenin”
Kid runnin in, the clicks start dancin'
And the broads start choosin
And the cars been parked but the rims keep moving
Sign pictures buy a onion of good
and throw the deuces, I ain't Hollywood
I come from the hood I'm use to IT
So if your rear view shaking
And your seats vibrating
24 inch DAYTONS got the chevrolet Skatin' makin'

[Chorus]
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
Thats all all my niggas know
Blowin dro 24's
Thats how all my niggas roll (sang that shit shorty)
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
Thats all all my niggas know
Blowin dro 24's
Thats how all my niggas roll

[T.I.]
I made a million and I'm satisfied, I'll get the rest
And a civilian in the tightest ride, I want the best
I refuse to get a 9 to 5, I'd rather flip my keys
Been paying my dues since 89, trying to get my cheese
My diamonds gleam when I'm on the scene (BLING)
They know its me, aint no dream or no fantasy biatch its T.I.P
Broad buffin like a baby do a binky
5 karat VVS it's on my motherf**king pinky
Half of hennessy and belevedere's what we drinking
Pimps score ourself a broad, what the hell you niggas thinkin
Yall niggas spendin weekends on the islands in the fall, and
24's be shinin' when I'm ridin' cause I'm ballin
I'm callin' out shots like a pool shark, my tool sparks
In the dark when I fool marks, yall fools hearts
In the wrong place and the wrong time
I got a strong mind, to grab my chrome 9
And shoot your ass for a long time
I'm a get that ass hauled off
F**k around with the click
They'll be lookin for ya dick with a stick
Nigga yall soft.. so yall off
Ima ball out at all cost, spit game to a dame
Look around this thang till she fall off, some balls off
I got the….

[Chorus]
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
Thats all all my niggas know
Blowin dro 24's
Thats how all my niggas roll
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
Thats all all my niggas know
Blowin dro 24's
Thats how all my niggas roll

[T.I.]
Hey I ain’t flossin' Lil shorty, I'm relaxing right now
I'd probably still be trappin if I wasnt rapping right now
Bragging bout’ pistols at the house, When I'm strapped right now
Keep on talking folk I'll lay ya on ya back right now
Wanna act right now, get smacked right now
Hey I'm above a motherf**ka, I dont know to back down
Clown down when ya makin friend
Talkin’ bout’ what u makin’, nothing’
I'm 21 and 10 years deep, that shit to me ain't nothing
Played by the niggas givin' head for the change
Use ya led when ya spray
End up dead from the K (AK-47)
stay ready for the raid, pay heavy from the yay
I told my class "kiss my ass"
I make a livin' everyday

[chorus]
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
Thats all all my niggas know
Blowin dro 24's
Thats how all my niggas roll
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
Thats all all my niggas know
Blowin dro 24's
Thats how all my niggas roll

(Repeat 2 more times)
a ye yeeeah
TIP
ut ut ut a trap muzik

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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 STICK IN YO BRAIN
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]
STEADILY kissin' ass when I came to leave
Set the standard for Atlanta, rearranged the lead
Okay, so what tha f**k 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 HATE ME NAH

[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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Get It

[Swizz Beats]
The King's back.....wooo!

[T.I. chorus]
I got that get it, get it
I got that get it what you need
From soft parts to trees you can get it what you need
Get it, get it
I got that get it when you need
From dope boyz and bitches who love dat rd

[Chorus 2](2x)
Come and get it aye, cuz I got it bitch
Come and get you know I got it bitch

[Verse 1]
I got my broads if u want em
On the C.O.D please 5 g’s
I don’t front it but I got good numbers
Tote 2 thunder, sat that lumber
Got that guacamole holy moly you don’t know me
See me clean as I wanna be, but these niggas wanna be
Shots so bright I can’t see niggas standing right in front of me
These niggas don’t want none of me, this rapping shit is fun to me
What I look like beefing wit you nigga you a son to me
Move weight out to Georgia, get it cross the water
Drive that shit to New York coming all the way from Florida
Dope boy trap nigga that’s what they call em
Summer time balla when I buy the mall up

[Chorus 1 + 2]

[Verse 2]
Mighta seen me getting gas at the Citgo, and he sit the six low
Riding right beside a 45 and what its hitting fo
Shawty aint bullshitin folk, he’ll be out here hitting folks
Stick around and try to tell polices what he did it fo
Aint nuttin he aint did before, other niggas getting so
Blurred wit the pussy and bet some even getting so
Long he aint funny, he got that long money
Naw money, you niggas barely got hit the mall money
I’m the perfect example of how to hit the ground running
From the trap to busting up how the underground stunting
So you still see me down at the underground stunting
Ima Westside Bankhead nigga it aint nothing

[Chorus 1 + 2]

[Verse 3]
I was raised off Easy, ‘Cube, Ice T, 8Ball, MJG, ‘Face, Pimp C
Ima G best believe me, try me when you see me
And niggas start busting like they start busting pushups push a
Button shot calling, niggas not balling
Just doing a lotta loud mouthing and hot dogging
I got the shit locked from Atlanta to New Orleans
Virginia, Mississippi, Kentucky, I run all dat
You niggas better fall back, fo grab a ball bat
Take it to ya skull, dats gone be the end of all dat
Insist on having problems, bet dis revolver will solve dat
Hit em in the temple then I leave em where they fall at

[Chorus 1 + 2]

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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 huh? Ain't got too much to lose
Knew I could lose it all but never thought of losin' you
Eleven years ago I still regret me choosin' you
Meetin' you, pursuin' you and doin' you a night or two
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 f**k a weddin 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, listen 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 whach u 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, where, and 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 that aint mine
Her stomach gettin' bigger, and time is gettin' close
Six, seven, eight, nine months and I ain't told mah folks
Not just beside ya mama, hell, I had told yo granny
Three kids in two years, baby, daddy panicked
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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T.I. vs. T.I.P.

[Rap Verse: T.I. + (T.I.P. alter ego)]
I wanna talk to you shawty (Why?)
'Cause you be trippin' sometimes
(Man I'm just trying stay true to what I say in my rhymes)
It ain't a doubt in my mind, but you got a lot on the line
You need to think 'bout yo' actions (Why?)
You be overreactin' (Maaaan)
Look at Cap and K.T. listen to K.P.
(What about 'em; where the f**k this shit come from?)
Or to a J.G. to your mama or D.P
Or somebody shawty shit you be makin' me sick (Nigga f**k you!)
You'd be a motherf**kin' fool if you blow this lick (Alright alright)
This the chance of a lifetime, you know this shit
Remember what Jarmel told us "stay focused Tip" (I remember nigga)
(Man but they be tryin' me shawty)
Niggaz be tryin' you how?
Ay let them tell it, you was just another guy in the crowd
(Naw, but they be talkin' too loud)
Man you be listenin' too hard
Just pay these niggaz no attention and keep f**kin' they broads (Alright)
I know you harder than these niggaz (Yeah) and smarter than these niggaz (Yeah)
More heart than these niggaz (Yeah)
Quit worryin' 'bout these niggaz
(Ay man f**k these niggaz I'm from Bankhead and I don't know where you stayed at)
(But talkin' sideways behind my back, I never played that)
(Since you become a payed cat T.I. you been so layed back)
(I wonder where lil' bad ass Tip from back in the day at)
Man that nigga had to stay back there so we could be that
Nigga on TV and FYI we got the P back
Hold up shawty freeze Jack (What?)
"Lame" I'll never be that (Yeah OK)
Changed my name a thousand times and still a G believe that
(Oh yeah good we go Ki's)
(That nigga from overseas back)
You see what I be sayin' 'bout this nigga (What man? Shit)
I don't believe that
You ain't listenin' is ya?
You got issues I got kids, 2 boys a lil' girl
(Ay I know nigga they my kids too)
You know it's one false move and it's back to the big house
The judge told our ass "one more time" and we ain't gettin' out
(I wouldn't say that)
Be thinkin' 'bout standin' outside in the sunshine (Ho)
Watchin' nigga's heads get buck for cuttin' the lunchline
Ay shawty you ain't 'posed to make the same mistake more than one time
(And I ain't made the same mistake twice since uh '99)
Please, boy stop don't get me started fool it's not the time
And let's just do this shit my way get paid and have a lot of time
Plenty fine bitches, who gon' pull shawty you is?
(Man you know Tip got the hoes)
And Tip hoes got gold teeth (What that mean? What you tryna say nigga?)
Mine got jobs, good credit and they own features
(And mine boost clothes, sell 'dro, got the blow cheap)
(I guess it's just depend on what ya like fool) That's right fool
(And I was just kiddin' 'bout them kites fool) Heh, alright fool
(I'm really glad we had a chance to sit it down and rap a tad)
(I admit you had a couple points, sometimes I act a ass)
Ay but it is so important to keep it real though just like ya said
No record deal, no amount of mil' shall go to my head
(And with that said can't nobody tell us shit, so f**k the hatin')
How many niggaz real enough to stand and give theyself a straightenin'?

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Trap Muzik

(feat. Mac Boney)

This a trap
This aint no album
This aint no game
This a trap (trap muzik)
[Repeat 8x]

[1st Verse]
Welcome back to the trap
Niggas back in the trap
Wit another heavy chevy
Big dope boys and trap
All you rap niggas role out
I trap when it's cold out
Whack niggas flyin
But I stay down till I'm sold out
Cause down a hundred ground
Like Im rapping in a dope house
Might as well be, the way
The feds got me scoped out
Mother f**ker let my nuts hang
Block out the duc canes
Cook it to it bubbles
Doulble fast as a mustang
I know you thinkin f**k man
Little showty tuff man
Been a long time
Since a nigga from Alanta
Spit this much game
Thats a very few of real niggas
So how could they give a nigga
The feelin that a real nigga
Get around a real nigga
All they do is still niggas ideas
And run wit em
Holla sumthin similar
Talking bout the hood
Like they hung in em
I got a million rhythms
Want em come get em
What bitch you pussy niggas
I'm just havin fun wit em
[chorus repeat 8x]

[verse 2]
Still telling niggas
I aint holding I aint holding
When the 12 hit the corner
I aint rolling I aint rolling
Keep the coat stretch out
Like Carl Louis Hamstring
Stepped on like I'm working
With the damn thing
Triple beam aint seen
What I do to a ounce of doe
A whip man on my pager
Like I pay you folks
To whip some more
I'm doper than the pure itself
I cook it all up by myself
I give my niggas recipes
So they can turn to sumthin else
They love to work
Thats why I keep em comin
Like collection plates
We flip the cake
We move this shit from Georgia
Baby state to state
Intimidate
Niggas in the city
Who've been moving weight
Yo pockets loosin weight
They f**k with us
Cause you've been known to hate
Demonstrate
The way we turned the trap
Out in '98
Sarted out in '95
Started out with nicks and dimes
Niggas you done lost your mind
Thinking you could set up shop
Pimpin I respect the game
Lets take this to another block
[chorus repeat 8x]
[outro talk]

[outro verse]
Pimp squad
Showty still in the trap
When I spot a scene hot
With the mayonnaise jar
And the collad green pot
On alot of straight hen
And alot of green pot
Competition in a rage
Like he gotta be stop
Well, maybe I will be
But probably not
Oh what the blood cloak
You try to knock em out and he socks
If u listen to "I'm Serious"
Thinkin how did he not
End up way up
On the top of the charts
That becuz where I was see
You gotta be pop
if you really want to pop
And I rather be dropped
Listen pops
Want to know a little more
About rap
First rule if its real
It aint just a record deal
Its a trap
[music continues]
[music fades]

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You Don't Know Me

Ima tell y'all sucka ass niggas somethin'
First of all nigga
Look here dogg

{CHORUS}
You might've seen me in the streets,
but nigga you dont know me
When you holla this beef,
remember you dont know me
Save all that hatin and tha poppin
Nigga you don’t know me
Quit tellin Niggaz youz my partner nigga
you don't know me
Don't be a groupie keep it movin,
nigga you dont know me
Hey I aint trippin cuz the truth is really,
you dont know me
Yeah you know they call me T.I.
but you dont know me
You be hatin an i see why
cause you dont know me

(verse)
I think its time I made a song for niggas who dont know me
I graduated out the streets, Im a real O.G.
I been trappin shootin pistols since I stood 4 feet
So all you niggas actin bad you gone have to show me
You gon' make me bring the Chevy to a real slow creep
My niggas hangin out the window mouth full of gold teeth
When the guns start poppin wonder when its gone cease
Chopper hit you in the side an create a slow leak
We been in the speculation but today we gone see
Whats the future of a pussy nigga hatin on me
I give a f**k about the fed's investigation on me
I don't care that they at my shows and they waitin on me
Ima keep on flossin poppin long as Toomp is on the beat
Tell polices i aint stoppin Im a keep it in the streets
Contrary to your beliefs I'm as real as you can be
f**k ya thoughts and ya feelings nigga you dont know me

Chorus 1x

(Verse 2)
Hey once again let me remind you nigga you don't know me
So dont be walkin up and asking whats the deal on a key
I dont know if you wearing wires you could be the police
If I was slangin blow you couldn't get a O.Z.
See me and the PSC fallin through at a show deep
Police holdin up the door cause they know we tote heat
I jus wanna ride wit C, blowin dro in the fleet
Or wit clan by the dozen different bitches in a week
I jus wanna chill wit Kuntry an his daddy Freddie G
Ballin out at anytime at any store and spend a G
I wanna ball in the Bahamas courtesy of K.T.
MacBoney gotta mill well as Dolla D.P.
A.K. house on the hill right next to J.G.
Every week meet at a falant restaurant and eat free
Get Inda paid, Lil Greg and B.
Thats the only shot we got at gettin Cap back on the streets

{chorus}

(hook)
you see a nigga hating on a G
ask him what it's gonna be
What you lookin at pussy nigga you don't know me
At the club and the streets- or wherever we should meet
Its choppers chopping, pistols popping,
Nigga you don’t know me

you see a nigga hating on a G
ask him what it's gon be
What you lookin at pussy nigga you don't no me
At the club and the streets- or wherever we should meet
Its choppers chopping, pistol popping,
Nigga you don’t know me

{chorus}

grand hustle pimp
urban legend comin soon
the wait is over homie
psc pimpin
yo
you dont know me yall