T.I. - That's What I Thought Lyrics
[Intro: T.I.]Nigga that's what I thought, I thoughtAy, ay, ay, ayYeah ***** nigga that's what I thought, I thought[Chorus: T.I.]Better go on with that bullshit, we know you ain't doin shitWalkin round, talkin loud, still ain't got into it yetWe be on that hood shit, you know how we do it *****Nigga walk up to a *****, nigga tell 'em you a *****And you flaw (you flaw) and you soft (you soft)Yeah ***** nigga that's what I thoughtAy, ay you flaw (you flaw) and you soft (you soft)Yeah ***** nigga that's what I thought[T.I.]Ay, I was the nigga with the tool out, right in front the schoolhouseThen the bigger nigga fail assassin, what it do now?Catch him let him have it, nigga best be glad I cooled outA fool wit it, hit a nigga hood, make him move outYeah, nigga know it ain't no hoe enoughTry Thursday night and Friday shit you go to blowin upBetter catch a clip on that block[?] Chevy go to showin upSho' 'nuff we at your do' and on ya ass soon as it open upNigga twice as old as us, knew we was 'bout that action tooUp and down the avenue, walkin wit a attitudeTry whoever ready for whatever, it don't matter dudeBest be on your P's and Q's cause never know what Cap'll doHe kept a nigga on the news, he a fool wit itNowadays it's different, I don't understand how dude getComputer doin it, makin threats over the internetTalkin 'bout what you gon' do and you ain't did it yet![Chorus][Mac Boney]Yeah that's what I thought, and that's what I was thinkinYou know Boney be on point, especially when I'm drinkinI play a hater smooth to the left side, pimpin off of WestsideAnd I don't take light to all the square types, I'm 'bout mineStomp a nigga ass like I'm tryin to mix some red wineBe all on yo' ass like a canine, rewindI start to bring the fists out, then I brought the pistols outRunnin through the spot, you done brought the brown niggaz outFinger itchin now, should you get the bigger picture nowI want him out, a hater to get raw I will air him outThink about, every single thing that you care aboutStare down the barrel of my bad news carrierThe more the merrier, a group of suckers watch me tear 'em upThe boss said hurry up, while I go crank the McClaren upYou haters scared of us, cause we known to make a cherry bustYou not prepared for us, we done came into yo' area[Chorus][Killer Mike]Gilla Killer from the villa, Westside go-rillaGo realer than these country-ass monkey-ass niggazThese funky-ass niggaz, asswipe how I treat 'em***** nigga how I greet 'em, first I beat 'em 'til they feed 'emMight shoot 'em, might leak 'em, funerals I might preach 'emright befo' I six feet 'em - you already know the story bruhCall the coroner, this sucker dead meatI ain't never scared ***** nigga, I just dead beefEat it like Angus, sticky Cali bud, knock a plug out your anusIf I aim higher leave yo' monkey-ass brainlessFront page constitution, damn I make a ***** nigga famous***** nigga famous!Now the call the governor, the mayor and the chief of the policeTell 'em homicide is high ridin, I'm back on they streetThen, call the traffic gangstas and the suckers talkin lipTell 'em bang bang bang if a nigga speak on Tip[Chorus]
