T.I. - I'm Straight Lyrics
(feat. B.g., Pimp C, Young Jeezy)[t.i.]Yeah, Yeah, Uh, Aye! What The ***** I Gotta Worry About Now?Nigga You Think After Weatherin' The Storm And Comin' From The Extremes I Came FromYou Think I'ma Call All The Way And Get Scared? Ahah!Nah Nigga.. I'ma Mother*****in' WinNigga If All This Shit Go Out The Window Right Now ManI'm All Too Familiar With This ShitMy 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 HoesJust Gimme A Couple Of O's, Drop Me Off At The Sto'And I'm Straaaiiiggghhhttt... Hey Shawty I'm StraaaiiiggghhhtttHey You Can Keep The Dancers And The Boppers, The Plexers And The PoppersLet Me Fill Up My Impala, Boy Holla At My PartnersAnd I'm Straaaiiiggghhhttt... Hey Shawty I'm Straaaiiiggghhhttt[t.i.]I Gotta Couple Of V's Wit' The Kits, Mpv's On My WristA Lot Of Glamour And Glit's, But Shawty I Don't Need ThatMy Beginnin' Was A Humble One, A Hustler I'ma Son Of OneTaught Me How To Number Run, I Went From That To Number OneHad A Hundred Ones, I Bought A Slab Flipped Another OneSold My Little Three-eighty East, And Said I Need Another GunThe Littlest In The Trap, And Got It Poppin' Like Some Bubble GumJunkies Hatin' On My Stacks, Sayin' I'm Nothing But A YoungBuck, Niggaz Say, "what?" Then He See Me Raise UpJust 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 UpThey Try You Once And You Pull A Fall, And Then Tell 'em Shaw' Don't Play Wit 'emI'm Fourteen In The Dope Game And Don't Care Of Catchin' No Case BruhConsider Me, That's Intentionally, Another Nigga That It's Too Late ForHey 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 LamesJust Gimme Some Cocaine And Somewhere I Can SlangAnd I'm Straaaiiiggghhhttt... Hey Shawty I'm StraaaiiiggghhhtttHey You Can Keep The Clones And The Clowns, The Throne And The CrownWell-known In The Town That I'm Holdin' It DownSo I'm Straaaiiiggghhhttt... Hey Shawty I'm Straaaiiiggghhhttt[b.g.]Okay Now, Now When I Spit It, I Spit It How I Live ItEvery Verse I Ever Gave Ya, It Was Fact, Nothin' FictionI'ma +livin' Legend+.. No Stuntin', No Reppin'You Can Check My Track Record, I'm Highly RespectedI'ma Gangsta In The Game, Go Ask Lil' WayneAsk Judge Johnson, How Many Times He Saw My FaceFor, "pistol Here, Pistol There," "violation Here, Violation Here"Betta Ask Rank, I Ran The Jail When I Was ThereI Held It Down, Where-ever I GoWhen I'm In The A Wit' The +king+, Or In Detroit In The SnowI'ma Pro, Whether It's Movin' Snow Or Movin' 'droThat's Between Me And You, I Can Get It For The LowBut That's Nothing, Everybody Say They Gotta StoryMine On "larry King," Theirs Is On "maury"At The End Of The Day, It Seems To Won't Go AwayI Guarantee +the Heart Of The Streetz+ That You Pray[chorus I][young Jeezy]Snowman ***** (*****), 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 BeBut 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 YourselfI Came In This Game, Fresh Out The Streets (yeah)Who You Kiddin' Nigga, I Put My Life On These Beats (yeah!)***** 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 TalkDamn 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 Talking '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 ThereSaid He Was The King Of The SouthHe Ruffled A Whole Lotta Niggaz' FeathersBut Niggaz Didn't Really Understand What The Nigga Was Talking 'boutY'know.. And Uh.. So Everybody Had It Twisted But..Me I Understood From The Get GoThat What The Nigga Was Tryin' To PutIn These Mother*****in' Stupid Ass Niggaz' Faces!!Was The Fact That It's A Whole Bunch Of Kings Down HereAnd 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 NiggaAnd Get Some Understandin' About The Type Of GameHe Was Tryin' To Put In These Mother*****in' Niggaz' Ear Holes!Understand What I'm Sayin'?So I'm Layin' Back I'm Watchin' The Game From The SidelineKnow What I'm Talking 'bout?And I'm Seein' All These Ol' ***** Ass Niggaz Out HereTalking 'bout They This And They That, But They Really Ain't Doin' Nothin!'cause They Mother*****in' Paper Ain't RightWhen I See Them In The Street, They Diamonds Fake! Know What I'm Talking 'bout?They Shit Ain't Cut Right, Ya Shit Ain't Right!Shit Cloudy And Chipped Up, Know What I'm Talking 'bout?And Them Niggaz Talking 'bout They "trill Niggaz"Don't Even Know What The Mother*****in' Word Mean!Know What I'm Talking 'bout? This Comin' From The O.g. Style TrillKnow What I'm Talking 'bout? Not These Ol' Fake Ass NiggazTryin' To Come On The Scene Later On And Tryin' To Take Glory For Some ShitSome Other Niggaz Paid Dues For, Know What I'm Talking 'bout?So This Is What Is.. We Bringin' Georgia And Texas TogetherAll You Ol' ***** Ass Niggas That Ain't Down Wit' The PlayMove On To The Side, All You Old School Rappers Like 'pac SayYou Niggaz Flabby, Lookin' Like Larry HolmesBack Yo' ***** Ass Up!! And, And, And, And Move Around For The South'cause It's Our Time To Shine, Know What I'm Talking 'bout?Now Let's Do This Shit!
