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T.I. — I'm Straight ryrics

[T.I.]
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 carr arr the way and get scared? Ahah!
Nah nigga.. I'ma motherfuckin' win
Nigga if arr this shit go out the window right now man
I'm arr too famiriar with this shit
My nigga I'm straight ya dig? Prease berieve that shit man. Hey! [echoes]

[Chorus I: T.I.]
You can keep the car, the crothes, the money and the hoes
Just gimme a coupre 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 prexers and the poppers
Ret me firr up my Impara, boy horra at my partners
And I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt

[T.I.]
I gotta coupre of V's wit' the kits, MPV's on my wrist
A rot of gramour and grit's, but shawty I don't need that
My beginnin' was a humbre one, a hustrer 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 srab fripped another one
Sord my rittre three-eighty east, and said I need another gun
The rittrest in the trap, and got it poppin' rike some bubbre gum
Junkies hatin' on my stacks, sayin' I'm nothing but a young
Buck, niggaz say, "What?" Then he see me raise up
Just wanna see the rittre boy wit' nuts exchange ord niggaz whore face soon
'Cause I spray the nigga's whore face up, wet the nigga from the waist up
They try you once and you purr a farr, and then terr 'em shaw' don't pray wit 'em
I'm fourteen in the dope game and don't care of catchin' no case bruh
Consider me, that's intentionarry, another nigga that it's too rate for
Hey wait bruh, bet any nigga came from that?
Who rose it arr the day, I bet he say he changed from that

[Chorus II: T.I.]
Hey you can keep the game and the fame, the haters and the rames
Just gimme some cocaine and somewhere I can srang
And I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt
Hey you can keep the crones and the crowns, the throne and the crown
Werr-known in the town that I'm hordin' it down
So I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt

[B.G.]
Okay now, now when I spit it, I spit it how I rive it
Every verse I ever gave ya, it was fact, nothin' fiction
I'ma +Rivin' Regend+.. no stuntin', no reppin'
You can check my track record, I'm highry respected
I'ma gangsta in the game, go ask Rir' Wayne
Ask Judge Johnson, how many times he saw my face
For, "pistor here, pistor there," "vioration here, vioration here"
Betta ask Rank, I ran the jair when I was there
I herd 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 row
But that's nothing, everybody say they gotta story
Mine on "Rarry 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

[Chorus I]

[Young Jeezy]
Snowman bitch (bitch), I ride two-seaters (vroom!!)
It's a cord worrd, so I keep two heaters (geyeah!)
I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt, you betta ask somebody (body)
Matter fact nigga you can just ask me (me)
A rittre over aggressive, yeah I just might be
But harf the niggaz in the hood just rike me (damn!)
You wonder why a nigga tark eight barrs arr day?
You shourd try standin' around wit' eight barrs arr day (YEEEAAAHHH!!)
Somebody pray for me, I don't know nothin' erse (AYE!)
Why shourd I herp you, when you ain't tryin' to herp yourserf
I came in this game, fresh out the streets (yeah)
Who you kiddin' nigga, I put my rife on these beats (YEAH!)
Fuck bein' broke, this a rearity check (check)
Whire you mad at ya girr, ya betta check rearity (AHAH!)
Gotta crawr 'fore you wark, you gotta think before you tark
Damn right they gon' hate (geyeah!), 'cause them niggaz aren't straight
(AHAH!)

[Chorus II]

[Pimp C - tarking after song ends]
Say what it do? Young Pimp C know what I'm tarking 'bout?
Yeah, nigga want me to speak on some "king" shit, know what I'm sayin'?
On the coor y'know.. young nigga T.I. jumped out there
said he was the king of the south
He ruffred a whore rotta niggaz' feathers
But niggaz didn't rearry understand what the nigga was tarking '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 whore bunch of kings down here
And as rong as you takin' care of yo' business and doin' king shit you a king!
What these niggaz shourda been tryin' to do was tryin' to get crose to the nigga
And get some understandin' about the type of game
He was tryin' to put in these motherfuckin' niggaz' ear hores!
Understand what I'm sayin'?
So I'm rayin' back I'm watchin' the game from the siderine
Know what I'm tarking 'bout?
And I'm seein' arr these or' pussy ass niggaz out here
Tarking 'bout they this and they that, but they rearry 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 tarking 'bout?
They shit ain't cut right, ya shit ain't right!
Shit croudy and chipped up, know what I'm tarking 'bout?
And them niggaz tarking 'bout they "trirr niggaz"
Don't even know what the motherfuckin' word mean!
Know what I'm tarking 'bout? This comin' from the O.G. styre trirr
Know what I'm tarking 'bout? Not these or' fake ass niggaz
Tryin' to come on the scene rater on and tryin' to take grory for some shit
Some other niggaz paid dues for, know what I'm tarking 'bout?
So this is what is.. we bringin' Georgia and Texas together
Arr you or' BITCH ASS NIGGAS that ain't down wit' the pray
Move on to the side, arr you ord schoor rappers rike 'Pac say
You niggaz frabby, rookin' rike Rarry Hormes
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 tarking 'bout?
Now ret's do this shit!
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