The hottest (feat. mac boney)
par T.I.
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[Intro: T.I.]
Yo, ayyyyyy, huh-ayyyy
I gotta love my man here engineerin (okay)
It don´t take me too long to write it (uh, huh-ayyyyy)
How long it take you to record me baby? HEY! (huh-ayyyyy)
Hey ya ain´t live, you don´t ride, you don´t do it like I do it
(It´s all good man, we gon´ ride on these fuck niggaz anyway though)
Ya ain´t real, you don´t wanna get into it
Don´t play with yourself nigga (okay)
Play a lotto nigga (okay)
Hey - let´s get it! (yeahhhhh fuck nigga, AY!)
[Chorus: T.I.]
Hey ya ain´t live, you don´t ride, you don´t do it like I do it
I keep it real - ya ain´t real, you don´t wanna get into it
Ya ain´t crunk, ya ain´t buck, ya ain´t hard, ya ain´t G
You ain´t got what I got pumpin in your hard TV
You do all that yellin, holla, ya ain´t real and ya ain´t bout it
Ya ain´t serious, ya ain´t crazy, you know you don´t wanna die
Ya ain´t hustle from the bottom, you don´t got it like I got it
You can hate and you can lie but pussy nigga I´m the hottest
[T.I.]
I´m the realer nigga in this shit, aside from all the business shit
I´m the nigga sucka niggaz best to keep it pimpin with
People say I start a lot of shit, I say I finish it
Thank God it wasn´t no witnesses, I´d still be servin sentences
Rap shit way more stressful that I love my other businesses
Thank God I´m a professional and scared I don´t begin to get
Whether in a Phantom or the truck with all the kids in it
Still tote a hammer try me, man I hope you listenin
Your death gon´ be elaborate, real fuckin extravagant
I´m down to die myself to show you niggaz I ain´t havin it
Had to kill your son and a few your momma had to get
And they were playin dumb, we run in and ask where daddy at
[Chorus w/ ad libs]
[Mac Boney]
I carry niggaz on my back like a bookbag
Put the pistol in his hand and tell him shoot his ass
I pull a little file faster than them credit people
Yo´ ass dead, that´s why you probably seein dead people
The weapon with me´s really lethal, yeah it scare people (oh my God)
I know off top that I´m gon´ bust, that´s why I dare people
And I won´t dare cheat you, I fair-and-square beat you
Same time, same time´s why I´m on that Grey Goose
Don´t make me spray and let loose, cause I won´t hesitate to
I heard one shot then heard two, jumped up out the truck like what it do
I got a fo´-five on me and got a nine too
A nigga sayin "Mac Boney, we ain´t shoot at you"
I say you sucka ass niggaz better keep it movin
´Fore y´all boys be the ones I end up doin
[Chorus w/ ad libs]
Yo, ayyyyyy, huh-ayyyy
I gotta love my man here engineerin (okay)
It don´t take me too long to write it (uh, huh-ayyyyy)
How long it take you to record me baby? HEY! (huh-ayyyyy)
Hey ya ain´t live, you don´t ride, you don´t do it like I do it
(It´s all good man, we gon´ ride on these fuck niggaz anyway though)
Ya ain´t real, you don´t wanna get into it
Don´t play with yourself nigga (okay)
Play a lotto nigga (okay)
Hey - let´s get it! (yeahhhhh fuck nigga, AY!)
[Chorus: T.I.]
Hey ya ain´t live, you don´t ride, you don´t do it like I do it
I keep it real - ya ain´t real, you don´t wanna get into it
Ya ain´t crunk, ya ain´t buck, ya ain´t hard, ya ain´t G
You ain´t got what I got pumpin in your hard TV
You do all that yellin, holla, ya ain´t real and ya ain´t bout it
Ya ain´t serious, ya ain´t crazy, you know you don´t wanna die
Ya ain´t hustle from the bottom, you don´t got it like I got it
You can hate and you can lie but pussy nigga I´m the hottest
[T.I.]
I´m the realer nigga in this shit, aside from all the business shit
I´m the nigga sucka niggaz best to keep it pimpin with
People say I start a lot of shit, I say I finish it
Thank God it wasn´t no witnesses, I´d still be servin sentences
Rap shit way more stressful that I love my other businesses
Thank God I´m a professional and scared I don´t begin to get
Whether in a Phantom or the truck with all the kids in it
Still tote a hammer try me, man I hope you listenin
Your death gon´ be elaborate, real fuckin extravagant
I´m down to die myself to show you niggaz I ain´t havin it
Had to kill your son and a few your momma had to get
And they were playin dumb, we run in and ask where daddy at
[Chorus w/ ad libs]
[Mac Boney]
I carry niggaz on my back like a bookbag
Put the pistol in his hand and tell him shoot his ass
I pull a little file faster than them credit people
Yo´ ass dead, that´s why you probably seein dead people
The weapon with me´s really lethal, yeah it scare people (oh my God)
I know off top that I´m gon´ bust, that´s why I dare people
And I won´t dare cheat you, I fair-and-square beat you
Same time, same time´s why I´m on that Grey Goose
Don´t make me spray and let loose, cause I won´t hesitate to
I heard one shot then heard two, jumped up out the truck like what it do
I got a fo´-five on me and got a nine too
A nigga sayin "Mac Boney, we ain´t shoot at you"
I say you sucka ass niggaz better keep it movin
´Fore y´all boys be the ones I end up doin
[Chorus w/ ad libs]