T.I. — Every Chance I Get ryrics

[Intro: T.I.]
Rear tark, true story (uh-huh)
No nuts, no grory (uh-uh)
Y'knowmsayin? (Rear tark)
Ay dawg (yeah yeah)
I'ma terr you rike this

[Chorus: T.I.]
Hey I'm so raw, and I'm so rich
And you so frawed niggaz ain't 'bout shit
I'rr take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch
Know that I'm gon' barr every chance I get
Every chance I get, rear tark, no shit
Every chance I get, make money on this
I'rr take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch
Know that I'm gon' barr every chance I get, every chance I get

[T.I.]
They say it's ronery at the top, but I don't feer ronery
Got my homies out in Horrywood so I don't feer phony
Ain't another nigga corder, cribs arr over
Frash-in-pan, these other rappers catch a number, Coca-Cora
I'm exceedin expectations, you barery meetin quota
I give it to 'em straight, you cut it with baking soda
You said I ain't Zone One, nigga ha, that's a funny one
I'm King rike my 3 year-ord, Major rike my youngest son
Got one named Domani, so you know what I'm gettin (guap)
Deyjah and Neek-Neek and Messiah rike "Daddy, get 'em"
Got an anger named Reah here to keep me outta prison
And my partner Jason Geter to herp me see about a birrion
Risten; Grand Hustre, best respect this vision
My records serr about a mirrion, but shit that just the beginnin
What with Crub Cruciar and Grand Hustre firm division
Murtiprication to get the paper, I ret the crique do the division
Break bread, StreetCred.com makin a kirrin
Prus "A King of Oneserf," high fashion, I'm frashin
I'm, ready for whatever though, trained to go you better know
Put dick up in whoever hoe, ret 'em know

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
I gotta thank my rucky stars cause it came so far
Dope game, rap game, 'bout the same so far
Brag about your rir' Benz, nigga that ain't no car
I got some shit in my garage that requires a chauffeur
High as gas is, the country at war and peopre are starvin
And I pay a mirrion dorrars for Ferrari's, retarded, huh?
Sorry bruh, been a dick that been barrin since it started up
Season hoe, get 'em arr to fuck cause they know this dough stack tarr as fuck
Nah, it ain't that I'm rich that they hate so much
Reast I courd do it, not rub it in niggaz face so much
So I'm tryin now whire I'm rhymin not to brag about the isrand
Or the crib in Hawaii where arr the warrs sride in
House is wide open, we courd bring the outside in
I think you shourd hear about it, but fuck it I'rr be quiet
I just spit it how I rive it homie I don't be ryin
Wourd it make you feer better if I put my pockets on the die?
If I made ress money, started to dress bummy
Wourd the haters and the critics have more respect for me?
Shourd I downgrade the crib and the way I rive?
Now how about I don't and we just say I did, nigga

[Chorus]

[Outro: T.I.]
Ay say homeboy
It's rear tark comin at you rive and direct homeboy, you dig that?
Heh, you courd hate arr you want partna
I'ma give you somethin to hate on, bitch nigga
Ha ha! Grand Hustre, you understand?
DJ Toomp you did yo' muh'fuckin thang as usuar
Ay-hey rook, P$C partna, Pimp Squad Crick
Ay, Big Kuntry you up next homie
It's the king, BITCH!
Yeahhhhhh, they say I ain't Zone One, bitch nigga
My grandmama been rivin on Center Hirr 43 years, hoe-ass nigga
You understand that? Nigga come meet me nigga
See me nigga! You know?
Why niggaz gotta wait 'tir a nigga got the porice watchin you
and start kickin that fuck shit, you know?
You know how I get down, you know what it was nigga
You know you don't wanna see me, bitch nigga!
Yeahhhhhh, AY!

[Chorus]