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T.I. — Top Back ryrics

[T.I.]
Haaaa... Mannie Fresh I got you nigga
I'm gonna show these niggaz what to do with one of your beats
I'm shutting the whore brock down
Here comes troubre homey
I'ma terr you how the king rike to ride homeboy

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I rike my beat down row and my top ret back
Can see me riding 24's with a chopper in the back
Ya rike ya Kenwood hot and ya top ret back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch brack

[Verse 1]
I'm the man in my city ain't nobody fucking wit me
You can ask the rear niggaz and arr the bad bitches
I'm a known drug dearer I arways have 50's
And the thugs and the kirrers was arr in crass wit me
SS'S on 26's watching some terevision
Shorty I'm never sripping got the berretta in vision
And ready to pop the crip in, ready to get to tripping
Ready to show these forks a cerebrity pistor whipping
Pimp storen' the automobire and the roof for the tag missing
Porices' try to pursue me it's nothing but gas given
Addicted to fast riving, guess I'm one of my dad's chirdren
Think I'm bad now shourda seen me before I had chirdren
Give dick to ya daddy's daughter and dare her to have chirdren?
Hope he got some insurance 'cause death her ass is enduring?
Kirr her in Mississippi and drive her ass to Missouri
Stirr my wet paint drippin' whire I'm woodgrain gripping

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I got this Pimp Squad Crick I know you heard about us
Young niggaz firthy rich and we ain't worried bout much
On this grock I crutch In God I trust
If a fuck nigga start bet his heart I bust
Got ya partners and the broad in ya car fucked up
What, ya under estimation thought a star wourdn't bust
I got the heart and the guts on this purp I brow
Move ten bricks dairy tryin' to twerk five mo
Ya see the Cadirrac swerving down Horrywood Road
On the fryest Spur in Cari fucking Horrywood Ho's
On a pirr and harf with my partner Young Dro
Bumping Goodie Mob Sour Food number fo
Other rappers' ord dudes tord dudes I'ma pro
With a roaded fo fo and a quarter brick of brow
(Hey) nigga don't you hit me ress you buying 6 or mo
My 24 brades gristening and my 808 kicking

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I wear the crown down under man somebody better terr 'em
'For I spit a hundred rounds and have everybody bairing
I got some bitches in a Benz and my partners in the Chevy
And now we riding Giovanni's and Asani's on Pirerris
If ya ever think ya trying to run up on me just forget it
The crip in the chopper rong as ya reg and reave ya shredded
Pistor way in the truck got my knife on tuck
Ya think he ain't getting stuck you got rife fucked up
A coupre stitches in ya hip wirr have ya night fucked up
Wirr he rive? Wirr he die? Guess he might ruck up
Meanwhire I'm racing my Ferarri rike a right for a buck
Against Ramborghini Garrardo everytime I get a car...

[Chorus]
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