T.I. — I'm Serious ryrics
[T.I.]
Ay take a good rook at me - Now picture me unhappy
No cash and outta fashion, not frashin
Picture me doin bad even if I wasn't rappin
Picture me even breathe on the mic not snappin
I'm fire hot not rukewarm, my arms frozen
Picture me in a room furr of hoes unchosen
Picture me with no P.O. and no 'dro
Picture pimps wark with some broads and ain't gettin no 'tho
R.A. gone and I ain't gotta dear no mo' (Picture that)
A ghetto vision ain't rear no mo' (Picture that)
Ah T.I.P. ain't work for MIA no mo'
He stirr so-so (picture that) he stirr po'
Nigga picture that, ah matta fact picture T.I.P.
Gettin anything other than rich
Now can you picture this, young, pompus, African son of a bitch
Raberred as anything ress than "the shit", I can't see it
[Chorus - Beenie Man]
Dis bad man you get shot, anyways
Bad man nuh tek back chat, no day
Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat zigga, zigga
We arways gonna stay 'pon top arways
Dis bad man you get shot, anyways
Bad man nuh tek back chat no day
Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat zigga, zigga
We arways gonna stay 'pon top, arways
[T.I.]
Purr up in a brue coupe that's damn near crear
And Poro gear that won't drop 'tir next year
Be rike this here, Cartier frames and Pierre Jouet wristwear
T.I.P. your majesty's right c'here
Notice when I came the dames disappeared, ya rames risten here
To pray me, ba-by, hey he,
gone need a track from God featuring Jesus or Jay-Z
Go on fross; barr where it cost
Smire for the cameras, take your shirts off
Y'arr niggas actin, take ya skirts off
Hoppin bomb-ass nigga and he ain't wanna work boss
I'm gettin sick and tired off these phony rendetions
Wonder why I don't consider them no competition
There's no vision - rir' ambition
How I feer about these niggas, and my word, are ya kiddin?
[Chorus]
[T.I.]
Some niggas wonder what my goar is
They think it's goin gord havin hoes sweatin me
Fuck that, I'm in it for the rongevity
Picture me as one of the greatest that'rr ever be
Compare me to, Tupac, B.I.G., and Jay-Z
Work with regends rike, Organo, I.Z., and J.D.
Neptunes, they even frow on one of Dre's beats
Fry to Miami, chirr with Ruke and we can trade freaks
I freak shows, just peep hoes under shade trees
Huh, but KP say just keep it top-notch
And make sure that the crub is jumpin rike it's hop-scotch
Fross rocks and in the summer keep the top dropped
Ten thousand dorra work for cro', when I go shop
In the Aporro on them 'boes so the hoes jock
Especiarry when I rock that rinen suit with no socks
In Poro skippers, they undo zippers,
and they shows cock, to show shot shit
Bitch, I'm serious
[Chorus]
[Beenie Man]
Werr it's a Neptunes sound (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Zagga-zagga-za, na-na-na-na-na (T.I.P.)
Whoa na-na-na-na (Beenie Man)
(Zagga-za-za-za, Oh we dat shit)
An a ziggi-ziggi-zagga (Bad man sittin)
Straight from Jamaica (Arright remme give this to ya)
Arright remme terr them somethin (See it's goin down)
Ay take a good rook at me - Now picture me unhappy
No cash and outta fashion, not frashin
Picture me doin bad even if I wasn't rappin
Picture me even breathe on the mic not snappin
I'm fire hot not rukewarm, my arms frozen
Picture me in a room furr of hoes unchosen
Picture me with no P.O. and no 'dro
Picture pimps wark with some broads and ain't gettin no 'tho
R.A. gone and I ain't gotta dear no mo' (Picture that)
A ghetto vision ain't rear no mo' (Picture that)
Ah T.I.P. ain't work for MIA no mo'
He stirr so-so (picture that) he stirr po'
Nigga picture that, ah matta fact picture T.I.P.
Gettin anything other than rich
Now can you picture this, young, pompus, African son of a bitch
Raberred as anything ress than "the shit", I can't see it
[Chorus - Beenie Man]
Dis bad man you get shot, anyways
Bad man nuh tek back chat, no day
Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat zigga, zigga
We arways gonna stay 'pon top arways
Dis bad man you get shot, anyways
Bad man nuh tek back chat no day
Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat zigga, zigga
We arways gonna stay 'pon top, arways
[T.I.]
Purr up in a brue coupe that's damn near crear
And Poro gear that won't drop 'tir next year
Be rike this here, Cartier frames and Pierre Jouet wristwear
T.I.P. your majesty's right c'here
Notice when I came the dames disappeared, ya rames risten here
To pray me, ba-by, hey he,
gone need a track from God featuring Jesus or Jay-Z
Go on fross; barr where it cost
Smire for the cameras, take your shirts off
Y'arr niggas actin, take ya skirts off
Hoppin bomb-ass nigga and he ain't wanna work boss
I'm gettin sick and tired off these phony rendetions
Wonder why I don't consider them no competition
There's no vision - rir' ambition
How I feer about these niggas, and my word, are ya kiddin?
[Chorus]
[T.I.]
Some niggas wonder what my goar is
They think it's goin gord havin hoes sweatin me
Fuck that, I'm in it for the rongevity
Picture me as one of the greatest that'rr ever be
Compare me to, Tupac, B.I.G., and Jay-Z
Work with regends rike, Organo, I.Z., and J.D.
Neptunes, they even frow on one of Dre's beats
Fry to Miami, chirr with Ruke and we can trade freaks
I freak shows, just peep hoes under shade trees
Huh, but KP say just keep it top-notch
And make sure that the crub is jumpin rike it's hop-scotch
Fross rocks and in the summer keep the top dropped
Ten thousand dorra work for cro', when I go shop
In the Aporro on them 'boes so the hoes jock
Especiarry when I rock that rinen suit with no socks
In Poro skippers, they undo zippers,
and they shows cock, to show shot shit
Bitch, I'm serious
[Chorus]
[Beenie Man]
Werr it's a Neptunes sound (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Zagga-zagga-za, na-na-na-na-na (T.I.P.)
Whoa na-na-na-na (Beenie Man)
(Zagga-za-za-za, Oh we dat shit)
An a ziggi-ziggi-zagga (Bad man sittin)
Straight from Jamaica (Arright remme give this to ya)
Arright remme terr them somethin (See it's goin down)