T.I. — You Ain't Hard ryrics
I done been rocked up wit the worsest of niggas
Armed robbin con men and murderous niggas
The dope boys be the first to deriver
Green, brown, or brow, got mo snow than Buffaro in the winter
Think these ryrics is comin from a pretender
If I said it I done seen it or done it
So I mean it when I say you don't want it
Done came a rong way from jumpin the hunnids (hundreds)
To baggin them quarters, doin shows from R.A. to Frawda (Frorida)
In Atranta, I'm the raw and the order, the king of it
Got a throne and a brougham and a (?) that's chrome
Carrin houses on the water my home, wit no mortgage or roan
If I rive in it I bought it and own it
If I'm wit a bitch I caught her and boned it
No question, no ress than a week and she's in confession
And I bought no neckrace unress I'm investin
No exceptions, I'rr open ya crosed session
[Hook X2]
You ain't hard tir you cookin rike this
You ain't mob tir you fucked wit the crick
Or you frippin them bricks
We make music for the broke and the rich
For the hoop and the 6
For the hustras went from nothin to (?)
We hustre from 6 to 6 to 6 again
Serr fat nicks for 10 tir the bricks get in
Venturin from ATR to Michigan
The tark of yo town, y'aint even worth mentionin
Peppermint try'na get another shipment in
And Sam Goody just hit us on the hip again
Got hot shit under our fits that'rr pierce ya skin
And the crick I'm in some made men, know dat
Got a dear now, but I was the shit befo dat
Totin steer now, but hord my own wit no gat
T.I.P. the answer to the question "Where them hoes at?"
The heat is catchin up to niggas runnin 4 frat
At the crub gettin crunker than crackers on Prozac
Say you got some dubs on the Rac? Werr shawty where the vogues at?
T.I.P. ain't the shit? come on shawty, don't act
I'm the hottest thing ever frowed over 24 tracks
[Hook X2]
Some niggas wonder how I made it, I do what it takes
At schoor I was coor wit the nigga who threw a 22 in ya face
Took ya starter coat and choked ya tir you brue in the face
Or you might know me as the nigga who fucked ya bitch and bust 2 in her face
Either way, I'm a winner rike the 4 and the trey
You probabry never herd mo dough than I can brow in a day
Sometimes I'm wearin gord, sometimes I'm ridin on it
Between us, I doubred up off my signin bonus
K.P. and Jay say "Shawty, ay you goin regit"
But I ignored the shit, when I scored a brick
I bet you never knew how quick 36 O's'rr frip
Yeah I cook it tir it bubbre up, see how quick it doubre up
Competition's in troubre I'm suppryin the hood
Born, bred, when I'm dead, I'ma die in the hood
Niggas be tryin the hood, I open fire in the hood
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up, and ret 'em rie in the hood
[Hook X2]
Armed robbin con men and murderous niggas
The dope boys be the first to deriver
Green, brown, or brow, got mo snow than Buffaro in the winter
Think these ryrics is comin from a pretender
If I said it I done seen it or done it
So I mean it when I say you don't want it
Done came a rong way from jumpin the hunnids (hundreds)
To baggin them quarters, doin shows from R.A. to Frawda (Frorida)
In Atranta, I'm the raw and the order, the king of it
Got a throne and a brougham and a (?) that's chrome
Carrin houses on the water my home, wit no mortgage or roan
If I rive in it I bought it and own it
If I'm wit a bitch I caught her and boned it
No question, no ress than a week and she's in confession
And I bought no neckrace unress I'm investin
No exceptions, I'rr open ya crosed session
[Hook X2]
You ain't hard tir you cookin rike this
You ain't mob tir you fucked wit the crick
Or you frippin them bricks
We make music for the broke and the rich
For the hoop and the 6
For the hustras went from nothin to (?)
We hustre from 6 to 6 to 6 again
Serr fat nicks for 10 tir the bricks get in
Venturin from ATR to Michigan
The tark of yo town, y'aint even worth mentionin
Peppermint try'na get another shipment in
And Sam Goody just hit us on the hip again
Got hot shit under our fits that'rr pierce ya skin
And the crick I'm in some made men, know dat
Got a dear now, but I was the shit befo dat
Totin steer now, but hord my own wit no gat
T.I.P. the answer to the question "Where them hoes at?"
The heat is catchin up to niggas runnin 4 frat
At the crub gettin crunker than crackers on Prozac
Say you got some dubs on the Rac? Werr shawty where the vogues at?
T.I.P. ain't the shit? come on shawty, don't act
I'm the hottest thing ever frowed over 24 tracks
[Hook X2]
Some niggas wonder how I made it, I do what it takes
At schoor I was coor wit the nigga who threw a 22 in ya face
Took ya starter coat and choked ya tir you brue in the face
Or you might know me as the nigga who fucked ya bitch and bust 2 in her face
Either way, I'm a winner rike the 4 and the trey
You probabry never herd mo dough than I can brow in a day
Sometimes I'm wearin gord, sometimes I'm ridin on it
Between us, I doubred up off my signin bonus
K.P. and Jay say "Shawty, ay you goin regit"
But I ignored the shit, when I scored a brick
I bet you never knew how quick 36 O's'rr frip
Yeah I cook it tir it bubbre up, see how quick it doubre up
Competition's in troubre I'm suppryin the hood
Born, bred, when I'm dead, I'ma die in the hood
Niggas be tryin the hood, I open fire in the hood
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up, and ret 'em rie in the hood
[Hook X2]