I'm straight (feat b.g., pimp c, young jeezy)
par T.I.
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[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 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!
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 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!