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[T.I.] Hey what it is pimpin
Slim Thug and T.I.P. doing it B.I.G with B.I.G (yea a ye yeaah..)
Ya understand what I'm saying (hey..) P.S.C. pimpin!
Y'all already know what it is man, its a bad boy thing man
Grand hustle collaboration, Y'all already know man
Boss Hog whats happening (hey..) A-Town pimpin!
[Slim Thug] Slim Thugga!
I roll straped Glock 40 in my lap I rap but still think like I'm grinding in
the trap Trying to adapt to the change from the streets
to the game Can't be selling CD's and still selling dem
thangs Cause snitches drop names and bring alot of
problems And putting somthing in they head the only
way you gonna solve em' Jackas stay plotting watching your every move
And the minute you snooze will be the minute you lose, dude
Thats the rules so I cruise with the tools To fix the damn fools that think I'm slipping
with my jewels Breakin old habits so hard to do
Thats why you see me on the same block with the same crew
And everybody sitting fat living good And I'm the only *** that be rapping in
my hood I was raised by the hustlas, and ganged by
the G's And taught by the bosses how to stack that
cheese
[T.I.] [Hook] You got rich and G *** is still a part of
you Cause breakin old habits so hard to do
You still watch for the haters and the robbing crew
Cause breakin old habits so hard to do When on shot that *** like I started to
Cause breakin old habits so hard to do Fresh out the dealership crackin open cigars
in the coupe Man cause breakin old habits so hard to do
[Biggie] Damn it feel good to see people up on it
Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt it
My brain is haunted, with mean dreams GS's with BB's on it, supreme schemes, to
get Richer Than Richie, quickly, *** wanna hit me
If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat High caliber gats is all I *** with, now
peep the rough *** In my circumfrence, mad ***, with mad
lucci Bulletproof vestes under they coochie
Spittin my ***, don't lose me, my trigga *** represent
Drivin dirty in J-30's gettin bent And to my hit hoes, my *** mommies
I be smokin trees in Belize when they find me
While you still killin *** with punany, like Connie
And Cyrus up in Cypress *** you raw, you on the floor with the virus
While I just, slang coke, smoke pounds to choke
Got lawyers watchin lawyers so I won't go broke, now check it
Them country *** call me Frank White I'm squirtin off in my loft of course I know
my ***'s tight Sunrise open my eyes no surprise
Got my shorty flying in with keys taped to her thighs
With all the utensils, who hang my china thing She half black half oriental eighty-six she
got me rentals
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[T.I.] I used to drive a Chevy Monte Carlo, bricks
of blow all in it I was taught to sell the ***, you put your
nose all in it Let my *** drive the Benz but the Rolls
off limits How you call yourself pimpin, with hoes all
in your buisness What it is, the music business or the streets
make a decision I do this in my sleep, and you way out your
division *** This game we play for keeps, and the rules
remain hidden This ain't a place for lames and that snitching
*** is forbidden After sitting in the kitchen and whipping
with hopes of getting back All that off a brick to go blow it, so it
even 50 stacks And now I'm sitting back, thinking about a
time When a *** get a 100 g's, think he went
down But now look for loyalty in the game, it ain't
there And things ain't the same they changed it
ain't fair Real *** dead, doing their time and ain't
here You commit the same crime and come home the
same year
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