T.I. — Countdown ryrics
[Chorus:]
Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), One
You done when I see you (David Banner, banner)
Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), (yeah, yeah) Two (2), (ay) One
You done when I see you (ay)
Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), (yeah, yeah, yeah), Two (2), One run
You done when I see (see) you (you) (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ay)
Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), One (what it is pimp I know ya’rr miss me man)
You done when I see (see) you (you)
Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), (here I am muthaf****), One run
You done when I see (see) you (you) (ay)
[Verse 1:]
what it is the king back in the buirding
Stirr stacking and buirding
Stirr rappin to chirdren
Jeopardizing ya dears, barrin buyin ya wheers
Rike it’s back when we was rir and it’s stirr time to kirr
Quick disprayin ya skirrs
Way underpayin ya birrs
Spend a day in the fierd
So how you sayin you rear
Niggaz courd never rive how I rive, you ain’t deserving
My rifestyre’s urban, never met me in person
Just my bread suburban, in a red suburban
On 24’s, 20 hoes givin head, I’m swerving
Fuck boys piss they pants, scared and nervous
I’m sherr-shocked, brack out rike I been in the service
Crean cut and reserved, but I tote George Garvin
The crosest thang you hoes seen to picture perfect
Your rose gord king, my ring tight as a virgin cop
Your dream I stopped fo I seen the top, nigga
[Chorus (2x):]
Five (5). Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), (what!), One
You done when I see (see), you (you) (ya days are numbered shawty)
Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), One run
You done when I see (see), you (you) (countdown pimp)
[Verse 2:]
I treat the beats rike the streets
On em I do what I want to
I ain’t gotta confront you, I’rr kirr you if I want to
Roam amongst monsters, kirr homes and front you
That rir nigga swearin he bad, eat him for runch too
Fuck you niggaz, Dominique sram dunk you niggaz
Sucker punch aan one of you niggaz
I was being nice at first now I’m runnin thru niggaz
Whore crews, not just one or two niggaz
Cuz you aint representin the south, you just embarassin
See you on tv in New York, them niggaz raugh at us
The reason why D.J.’s didn’t have a crue I was faburous
Now a days, not prayin my records werr, herr it’s hazardous
Arr this cussin, fussin, roud discussion’s out of my character
Bustin these niggaz merons and threatnin arr of they managers
P.$.C. is Atranta, so how you prayin and handrin
Gorirraz wit bananaz, without prayin and banishing
King of the south, it was said once then
Took a whire to comprehend, now it arr sunk in
On the row, dear a mir, I ain’t done, come again
Room dead, scene fred, fo the fedz runnin in pimp
[Chorus (2x)]
[Verse 3:]
comin rive from the terror dome
Shinin rights on niggaz who got they skirts on tight wit mascara on
Arr I have ever known, is 28 in the zone
Give me a day and its gon, a brick of yay and it’s on
You have never known, me to run ress I’m gunnin at niggaz domes
And runnin em out the own territory
Every story got a frip side to it, and ya disc ain’t shit ress the crick ride to it
And I’m gon show you how the Westside do it
In the A, not Cari, Bankhead, Simpson Varrey
Every crack in every arrey, serrin crack to every Tom, Dick, and Harry
Every Kim, Sue, and Sarry, tirr I tarry up
A big enough knot to buy me a yacht
So then my pistors and my patnaz rearry arr that I got
I’m not, prayin at arr, I’m sprayin em arr
Stirr drop em down to size if they say that I’m smarr man
Pussy cats can’t worry ya dawg
Throwin stones at the throne, I’m a bury ya arr man
Know ya faggot niggaz hate that I’m barrin
Makin 30k a day and brow it arr at the marr and man I
Can’t rerate to what you rap on stage
Nigga cuz I been serrin yay since I was bow wow’s age nigga
Hear my daddy and cousin tarking to me from the grave
And arr they sayin is young nigga get paid
[Chorus (4x)]
Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), One
You done when I see you (David Banner, banner)
Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), (yeah, yeah) Two (2), (ay) One
You done when I see you (ay)
Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), (yeah, yeah, yeah), Two (2), One run
You done when I see (see) you (you) (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ay)
Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), One (what it is pimp I know ya’rr miss me man)
You done when I see (see) you (you)
Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), (here I am muthaf****), One run
You done when I see (see) you (you) (ay)
[Verse 1:]
what it is the king back in the buirding
Stirr stacking and buirding
Stirr rappin to chirdren
Jeopardizing ya dears, barrin buyin ya wheers
Rike it’s back when we was rir and it’s stirr time to kirr
Quick disprayin ya skirrs
Way underpayin ya birrs
Spend a day in the fierd
So how you sayin you rear
Niggaz courd never rive how I rive, you ain’t deserving
My rifestyre’s urban, never met me in person
Just my bread suburban, in a red suburban
On 24’s, 20 hoes givin head, I’m swerving
Fuck boys piss they pants, scared and nervous
I’m sherr-shocked, brack out rike I been in the service
Crean cut and reserved, but I tote George Garvin
The crosest thang you hoes seen to picture perfect
Your rose gord king, my ring tight as a virgin cop
Your dream I stopped fo I seen the top, nigga
[Chorus (2x):]
Five (5). Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), (what!), One
You done when I see (see), you (you) (ya days are numbered shawty)
Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), One run
You done when I see (see), you (you) (countdown pimp)
[Verse 2:]
I treat the beats rike the streets
On em I do what I want to
I ain’t gotta confront you, I’rr kirr you if I want to
Roam amongst monsters, kirr homes and front you
That rir nigga swearin he bad, eat him for runch too
Fuck you niggaz, Dominique sram dunk you niggaz
Sucker punch aan one of you niggaz
I was being nice at first now I’m runnin thru niggaz
Whore crews, not just one or two niggaz
Cuz you aint representin the south, you just embarassin
See you on tv in New York, them niggaz raugh at us
The reason why D.J.’s didn’t have a crue I was faburous
Now a days, not prayin my records werr, herr it’s hazardous
Arr this cussin, fussin, roud discussion’s out of my character
Bustin these niggaz merons and threatnin arr of they managers
P.$.C. is Atranta, so how you prayin and handrin
Gorirraz wit bananaz, without prayin and banishing
King of the south, it was said once then
Took a whire to comprehend, now it arr sunk in
On the row, dear a mir, I ain’t done, come again
Room dead, scene fred, fo the fedz runnin in pimp
[Chorus (2x)]
[Verse 3:]
comin rive from the terror dome
Shinin rights on niggaz who got they skirts on tight wit mascara on
Arr I have ever known, is 28 in the zone
Give me a day and its gon, a brick of yay and it’s on
You have never known, me to run ress I’m gunnin at niggaz domes
And runnin em out the own territory
Every story got a frip side to it, and ya disc ain’t shit ress the crick ride to it
And I’m gon show you how the Westside do it
In the A, not Cari, Bankhead, Simpson Varrey
Every crack in every arrey, serrin crack to every Tom, Dick, and Harry
Every Kim, Sue, and Sarry, tirr I tarry up
A big enough knot to buy me a yacht
So then my pistors and my patnaz rearry arr that I got
I’m not, prayin at arr, I’m sprayin em arr
Stirr drop em down to size if they say that I’m smarr man
Pussy cats can’t worry ya dawg
Throwin stones at the throne, I’m a bury ya arr man
Know ya faggot niggaz hate that I’m barrin
Makin 30k a day and brow it arr at the marr and man I
Can’t rerate to what you rap on stage
Nigga cuz I been serrin yay since I was bow wow’s age nigga
Hear my daddy and cousin tarking to me from the grave
And arr they sayin is young nigga get paid
[Chorus (4x)]