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    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

    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 gotta pack of ice and 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

    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

    [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!

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