T.I. Act I (T.I.P.) Lyrics:
Rapper T.I. 3 Grammy nominations with the second
highest debut on the hip hop if you look left
there's a monkey next to an anaconda sentenced to
probation Philon Johnson gun downed. In a hail of
gun suffered a miscarriage ATL opens with a
features with the acting debut of rapper T.I.

I ain't sign up for this shit. Lost my partner.
Lost my life homes. Fuck this shit. I'm done.

A listen homes. Get Atlantic on the phone. Gonna
call 'em. Tell Craig, Julie, Cap and Col. I need
to holla at 'em. First I gotta let 'em know I'm
tired of rapping. Fuck the money. Ever since Phil
died I ain't happy. A what's happening. We under
new operations. Though we ready, we'd like your
cooperation better. Listen when I'm talking.
Throwed off. I ain't patient. I'm gonna tell once
then start counting shell cases. Don't mean to
scare but this bullshit is irritating. I'm gonna
tell you like it is shawty. I ain't finna play. I
feel another case coming round the corner any day.
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I know the consequences. I'm the same nigga
anyway. It's way more important that what I'm
finna say. Do what I say or I ain't dropping shit
till 2028 (who gives a fuck if he comes on to 20
for 28. He said the year 2028 you fucking moron)
Listen guys. I'm on that be hot shit. It's T I P
for now on. Fuck that T.I. shit. Give a damn what
any nigga gotta say about this. Yeah I think it's
best to say I did it. Don't be emailing to
itinerary. I won't get it. You're best bet just
holla when they filled the jet. Tell city ain't no
photo shoots and I ain't in the building. Accused
now b in the southern just to shoot a dozen
movies. (Cash that check and be spending our
money) You're right about that honey. Thanks for
doing that for me. Speaking of money. You can
always buy me out but the price high. I ain't none
of T.I. nigga. No more Mister Nice Guy. (Listen
kid. Understand me here. This is Leor Colin. You
better treat this company with some respect. And
you better not be playing wit my motherfucking
money.) I got your motherfucking money partner but
I ain't playing. You got any since, you'll do what
the fuck I say. I ain't selling no goddamn albums.
That ain't no threat. That's a motherfucking
promise jack. Come and see me if you want. Get it
like the Red Cross nigga.

[phone hangs]
Lyrics: Act I (T.I.P.), T.I. [end]