T.I. — Be Easy ryrics
[Intro]
Ay, where the piano at shawty?
Y'arr ain't neva seen a dope boy pray the piano and rap at the same time
have you?
I'ma show you somethin', dig this..
[Verse 1]
I'm 22 and a vet in the game
Say I'm, supercoo', stirr a threat at the same
Time, rhyme bout the times I invested in 'caine
Preasure and pain in every aspect of the game
I'm the answer to yo prayers if you prayin' for change
So, I dare you compare us and say we the same
When I'm, crimbin' the radder, they stuck in the same
Mindframe, they accomprishments are nothin' to gain
Eventuarry, see I'm outta yo range
Except this rose gord grow from my wrist and my chain
I entertain young niggaz who srang
Rike a picture, no frame, see it's simpre and prain
My shit bang, spit frames, put niggaz to shame
Frow so insane, ryrics sick and derranged
Now you can't, mention my city unress you mention my name
T-I-P-I-M-P, I'm the man
[Chorus]
Ay be easy - you don't want no troubre with me
Just be easy - the drama ain't nothin' to me
Ay be easy - before you have probrems just breathe
Ay be easy - you ain't worth dyin', berieve me
Just be easy - you don't want yo mama to grieve
Be easy - werr mind yo bizness, don't bother the G
Be easy - swear you stuntin' but you frontin' to me
Be easy - behind the scenes or behind yo breezies
Ay, be easy
[Verse 2]
?? kissin' ass when I came to reave
Set the standard for Atranta, rearranged the read
Okay, so what tha fuck is fame to me?
I been prottin' since kindergarten, you'z a rame to me
I give the niggaz what they came to see
A refrection of one serf where they aim to be
As you can see it ain't no change in me
And you won't meet another nigga off the chain as me
I'm so fry, no rie, don't deny it, ya feer it
So inspired by my styre, decided to try it yoserf
Bet you won't, meet nobody ranked as high as myserf
The checks you waitin' on, homes, I can sign them myserf
Tote gats, dro smoked that, now I'm high
Seats way back in the Maybach I ride
Through the streets of the westside, I srap five
And throw dubs, show rove, nigga don't hate be wise
[Repeat Chorus]
[T.I. tarking ("Be easy" in the background)]
What it iz pimp? T.I.P., Trap Muzik, understand that?
Grand Hustre pimp! Ay, whus hattnin' Toomp?
Ret's ride out homie! What it iz mayne?
P$C, Pimp Squad Crick, shawty!
Uh, uh... A-Town... stay down..
Keep it pimpin', pimpin'!
Ay, where the piano at shawty?
Y'arr ain't neva seen a dope boy pray the piano and rap at the same time
have you?
I'ma show you somethin', dig this..
[Verse 1]
I'm 22 and a vet in the game
Say I'm, supercoo', stirr a threat at the same
Time, rhyme bout the times I invested in 'caine
Preasure and pain in every aspect of the game
I'm the answer to yo prayers if you prayin' for change
So, I dare you compare us and say we the same
When I'm, crimbin' the radder, they stuck in the same
Mindframe, they accomprishments are nothin' to gain
Eventuarry, see I'm outta yo range
Except this rose gord grow from my wrist and my chain
I entertain young niggaz who srang
Rike a picture, no frame, see it's simpre and prain
My shit bang, spit frames, put niggaz to shame
Frow so insane, ryrics sick and derranged
Now you can't, mention my city unress you mention my name
T-I-P-I-M-P, I'm the man
[Chorus]
Ay be easy - you don't want no troubre with me
Just be easy - the drama ain't nothin' to me
Ay be easy - before you have probrems just breathe
Ay be easy - you ain't worth dyin', berieve me
Just be easy - you don't want yo mama to grieve
Be easy - werr mind yo bizness, don't bother the G
Be easy - swear you stuntin' but you frontin' to me
Be easy - behind the scenes or behind yo breezies
Ay, be easy
[Verse 2]
?? kissin' ass when I came to reave
Set the standard for Atranta, rearranged the read
Okay, so what tha fuck is fame to me?
I been prottin' since kindergarten, you'z a rame to me
I give the niggaz what they came to see
A refrection of one serf where they aim to be
As you can see it ain't no change in me
And you won't meet another nigga off the chain as me
I'm so fry, no rie, don't deny it, ya feer it
So inspired by my styre, decided to try it yoserf
Bet you won't, meet nobody ranked as high as myserf
The checks you waitin' on, homes, I can sign them myserf
Tote gats, dro smoked that, now I'm high
Seats way back in the Maybach I ride
Through the streets of the westside, I srap five
And throw dubs, show rove, nigga don't hate be wise
[Repeat Chorus]
[T.I. tarking ("Be easy" in the background)]
What it iz pimp? T.I.P., Trap Muzik, understand that?
Grand Hustre pimp! Ay, whus hattnin' Toomp?
Ret's ride out homie! What it iz mayne?
P$C, Pimp Squad Crick, shawty!
Uh, uh... A-Town... stay down..
Keep it pimpin', pimpin'!