Featuring: B.G.
Pimp C
Young Jeezy
[ T.I. ]
Yeah, yeah, uh, aye! What the fuck I gotta worry
about now? Nigga you think after weatherin' the
storm and comin' from the extremes I came from You
think I'ma call all the way and get scared? Ahah!
Nah nigga.. I'ma motherfuckin' win Nigga if all
this shit go out the window right now man I'm all
too familiar with this shit My nigga I'm straight
ya dig? Please believe that shit man. Hey!
[ echoes ]
[ Chorus I: T.I. ]
You can keep the car, the clothes, the money and
the hoes Just gimme a couple of O's, drop me off
at the sto' And I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey
shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt Hey you can keep the
dancers and the boppers, the plexers and the
poppers Let me fill up my Impala, boy holla at my
partners And I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty
I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt
[ T.I. ]
I gotta couple of V's wit' the kits, MPV's on my
wrist A lot of glamour and glit's, but shawty I
don't need that My beginnin' was a humble one, a
hustler I'ma son of one Taught me how to number
run, I went from that to number one Had a hundred
ones, I bought a slab flipped another one Sold my
little three-eighty east, and said I need another
gun The littlest in the trap, and got it poppin'
like some bubble gum Junkies hatin' on my stacks,
sayin' I'm nuttin but a young Buck, niggaz say,
"What?" Then he see me raise up Just
wanna see the little boy wit' nuts exchange old
niggaz whole face soon 'Cause I spray the nigga's
whole face up, wet the nigga from the waist up
They try you once and you pull a fall, and then
tell 'em shaw' don't play wit 'em I'm fourteen in
the dope game and don't care of catchin' no case
bruh You can sell to me, that's intentionally,
another nigga that it's too late for Hey wait
bruh, bet any nigga came from that? Who lose it
all the day, I bet he say he changed from that
[ Chorus II: T.I. ]
Hey you can keep the game and the fame, the haters
and the lames Just gimme some cocaine and some
wood I can slang And I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey
shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt Hey you can keep the
clones and the clowns, the throne and the crown
Well-known in the town that I'm holdin' it down So
I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm
straaaiiiggghhhttt
[ B.G. ]
Okay now, now when I spit it, I spit it how I live
it Every verse I ever gave ya, it was fact,
nothin' fiction I'ma +Livin' Legend+.. no
stuntin', no reppin' You can check my track
record, I'm highly respected I'ma gangsta in the
game, go ask Lil' Wayne Ask Judge Johnson, how
many times he saw my face For, "pistol here,
pistol there," "violation here,
violation here" Betta ask Rank, I ran the
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jail when I was there I held it down, where-ever I
go When I'm in the A wit' the +King+, or in
Detroit in the snow I'ma pro, whether it's movin'
snow or movin' 'dro That's between me and you, I
can get it for the low But that's nuttin,
everybody say they gotta story Mine on "Larry
King," theirs is on "Maury" At the
end of the day, it seems to won't go away I
guarantee +The Heart of the Streetz+ that you pray
[ Chorus I ]
[ Young Jeezy ]
Snowman bitch (bitch), I ride two-seaters
(vroom!!) It's a cold world, so I keep two heaters
(geyeah!) I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt, you betta ask
somebody (body) Matter fact nigga you can just ask
me (me) A little over aggressive, yeah I just
might be But half the niggaz in the hood just like
me (damn!) You wonder why a nigga talk eight balls
all day? You should try standin' around wit' eight
balls all day (YEEEAAAHHH!!) Somebody pray for me,
I don't know nothin' else (AYE!) Why should I help
you, when you ain't tryin' to help yourself I came
in this game, fresh out the streets (yeah) Who you
kiddin' nigga, I put my life on these beats
(YEAH!) Fuck bein' broke, this a reality check
(check) While you mad at ya girl, ya betta check
reality (AHAH!) Gotta crawl 'fore you walk, you
gotta think before you talk Damn right they gon'
hate (geyeah!), 'cause them niggaz aren't straight
(AHAH!)
[ Chorus II ]
[ Pimp C - talking after song ends ]
Say what it do? Young Pimp C know what I'm talkin
'bout? Yeah, nigga want me to speak on some
"king" shit, know what I'm sayin'? On
the cool y'know.. young nigga T.I. jumped out
there said he was the king of the south He ruffled
a whole lotta niggaz' feathers But niggaz didn't
really understand what the nigga was talkin 'bout
Y'know.. and uh.. so everybody had it twisted
but.. me I understood from the get go That what
the nigga was tryin' to put in these motherfuckin'
stupid ass niggaz' faces!! Was the fact that it's
a whole bunch of kings down here And as long as
you takin' care of yo' business and doin' king
shit you a king! What these niggaz shoulda been
tryin' to do was tryin' to get close to the nigga
And get some understandin' about the type of game
He was tryin' to put in these motherfuckin'
niggaz' ear holes! Understand what I'm sayin'? So
I'm layin' back I'm watchin' the game from the
sideline Know what I'm talkin 'bout? And I'm
seein' all these ol' pussy ass niggaz out here
Talkin 'bout they this and they that, but they
really ain't doin' nothin! 'Cause they
motherfuckin' paper ain't right When I see them in
the street, they diamonds fake! Know what I'm
talkin 'bout? They shit ain't cut right, ya shit
ain't right! Shit cloudy and chipped up, know what
I'm talkin 'bout? And them niggaz talkin 'bout
they "trill niggaz" Don't even know what
the motherfuckin' word mean! Know what I'm talkin
'bout? This comin' from the O.G. style trill Know
what I'm talkin 'bout? Not these ol' fake ass
niggaz Tryin' to come on the scene later on and
tryin' to take glory for some shit Some other
niggaz paid dues for, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
So this is what is.. we bringin' Georgia and Texas
together All you ol' BITCH ASS NIGGAS that ain't
down wit' the play Move on to the side, all you
old school rappers like 'Pac say You niggaz
flabby, lookin' like Larry Holmes BACK YO' BITCH
ASS UP!! And, and, and, and move around for the
South 'Cause it's our time to shine, know what I'm
talkin 'bout? Now let's do this shit! |