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T.I. FEAT PUSHA T lyrics : "I'll Show You"

[Verse 1: T.I.]
K. I. N. G
Solomon, Henry

Ridin' in the Bentley
They wanna send me, back to the pen
Hope they give me a ten P

Doin' it for my dog, with some case are pending
And my folk behind the waterboard city, keep it pimpin'
Tell them hatin' $$# law, (*##$ I'm ballin come and get me

See Tip go by, in the whip, no lie
Didn't need no wheel cause that %#@! so fly
Up, up and away, so far up at the top I sit

My air so thin, need oxygen
I'm so $#&@ed up, intoxicants
My flow still so stupid, incompetent

Competition evidently don't know what they up against
Obviously oblivious, in the city I'm serious
I'm seriously poppin', I will be the reason why it's hot in here

Material you droppin' better push that back, that can't come out this year
I got this here, can't stop this, got this like I got blocks in here
Hit the VIP, all eyes on me like they think Pac in here

I'm ignorant, belligerent, a gangsta and a gentleman
Pay ^!$$%s no concern, ain't no DiGornio, I'm deliverin'
Center of attention, my P.O. just threw a wrench in my

Plan of execution, I'm demandin' retribution
First trip to prison, a lesson, second was just a nuisance
Peckerwood beefin' with me, they want my neck in a noose

Cause they see a ^!$$%s influence, luxurious and affluent
They want the king destroyed, see your majesty ruined
Nah, nothin' doin' brah, congratulations you a bus' (?)

A really great advantage point, so take your vantage point
Watch, with the flip of a coin
The one they counted out soon become the ^!$$% to join

Don't listen to the gossip or cut, them ^!$$%s annoyin'
They speak what I know and think it's over for them (?)
Bow back, ya boy got fly high

With ten chicks, got high in sha la
^!$$%s stay talkin' all that ca ca
No mucho deniro? no habla

About my dollar, G-5, Murcielago(?)
How automatic my chopper, they want some problems, I got 'em BYE!


[Verse 2: Pusha T]
I'll show ^!$$%s better than tell ^!$$%s
Paint over discussions 'bout Push, I never fail ^!$$%s

Combat Jack, Lindstrom, what the hell ^!$$%s?
This the new God flow, the Holy Grail ^!$$%s
Can't see me, Book of Eli, it's in Braille ^!$$%s

I'm on track to be the best, I want Derrelle ^!$$%s
I bend balls on (*##$es, I unveil, ^!$$%
OfficiallyIce, don't at 'em, show and tell ^!$$%

Say my brother better? Big deal
Big brother, so $#&@ you, he hammer, can't touch him
Ride around, ^!$$%, AMG mufflers, second fiddle to my own gene pool

We laugh about it, that's cool
I'm at the top and he better?
If you think about it, we rule

My life is an open book
My stuntin' is an open look
These gold chains, these stone rings

This cocaine that I overcooked
I overcame on Novacane, I Frank Ocean'd that fish scale
I tip scales, I tip hoes, I skip jail on my tip toes

I beat the odds, bet Tip knows, my top back and my wrist froze
And these ice cubes on my ear lobes
Like strobe lights on a fish bowl

Supreme ballers, dope dealers, shot callers
G.O.O.D. Music, Grand Hustle, what the block taught us

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