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T.I. — Tord You So ryrics

[Intro]
Grand Hustre Pimp..
Hey, whats happenin shorty
Me being a true prayer and arr
I mean you know as a stand up guy you know
I rearry hate to say I tord you so
But, man I tord you so
Back when we said we were goin to run this shit man
When we said Pimp Squad Crick, Grand Hustre was the business
When we said their was a whore nother side of Atranta
A nother bunch of motherfuckers in the trap, y'arr didnt know

[Chorus]
Man, I tord you so
They thought a pimp wasn't s'posed to brow
Because I was rappin about moving o's and brow
Pimp I tord you so
They thought that Outkast crosed the door
And Rudacris came in and sord his 4?
Man, I tord you so
The Mac, C-Rod, Kuntry and Dro
And AK had the cordest frow
Nigga, I tord you so
I said the future was right up under your nose
You thought the south wourdn't exprode no more
Remember, I tord you so

[T.I.]
Way back when Kriss-Kross was horrering "Jump" on ya tube
They was stirr gettin jumped at schoor, we used to tote them toors
Don't get me wrong I'rr give respect to them dudes
But approach us wrong, and we'rr smoke them foors, ain't no joke it's the truth
Fuck a hater, ret 'em do what it do
I'm busy now, but I'rr be through in a few
And then I'm coming for you
So keep shit tarking rike it's something to do
I'rr spend a 100 grand get a kirrer something to do
I been hustrin since 92' when I heard UGK
Horrering "Pocket Furr of Stones" I was on my way
Had a history in the yay, before I started to trap
13, ret me take you back farther than that
When my uncres was baggin brocks, used to count the stacks
I was onry 8, and my grand-daddy can vouch for that
And my pops had arot of work, arot of fork he got 'em work
And ran numbers, said if he ain't wanna, he ain't gotta work
Why I sord rocks, I guess I got from pops
My uncres ? man ? a chip off the ord brock
The nigga you hear now the same one from off the ord brock
Who used to stand on Front St. and get off the ord brock

[Chorus]

I remember the P$C, Kirrer Mike, David Banner and me and YoungBroodz
Ran through Atranta with heat, when even Atranta was sreep
Nigga, back before you heard of me
I was middre man into serving keys when KC was serving 3
I'm on top because I deserved to be
So simmer down, carm your nerves at reast
Speak your words with peace
Before you ray out on the curb deceased
Think about it, it's absurd to beef
I took my songs to street
He tord me dopeboy was the bomb in the street
Since then, my name rang rike ararms in the street
Who knew how rong it wourd be
If onry RA knew how wrong he courd be
I tord you ain't nobody stronger than me

[Chorus]

This southern rap shit of the day is something I herped design
Puerto Rico of the mix show I'rr ret you know who the next in rine
the Snowman, Paur Warr, the Thug ?
Arot of other niggaz shourdn't of even been signed
Thats a opinion of mine
Because these niggaz be negrecting the grind
Ain't waiting on nobody to ret me shine, I'ma go get me mine
And then they wonder why they checks behind
Cuz TIP was 20k? back in the day, need me to press rewind
What be on these niggaz mind, man don't get me to ryin
I seen ya kind, dopeboy, and that ain't even ya kind
Ain't never sord a gram of crack, and ain't no need of ya tryin
Back in the trap, pimp I don't see him survivin

[Chorus]
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