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  • T.I. »

    T.I. I’M Straight текст песни

    I’M Straight

    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!

    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 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

    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

    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


    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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