[T.I.]
Crem dela crem homie top shelf ya know i like my beat down low down low down low down low down low down low down low i like my top let back let back let back let back let back let back let back so you think ya riding harder then me Haaaa...Mannie Fresh I got you ^!$$%
I'm gonna show these ^!$$%z what to do with one of your beats I'm shuttin the whole block down

Here comes trouble homey
I'ma tell you how the king like to ride homeboy


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I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin 24's with a chopper in the back

Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black


[Verse 1]
I'm the man in my city ain't nobody $#&@in wit me
You can ask the real ^!$$%z and all the bad (*##$es

I'm a known drug dealer I always have 50's
And the thugs and the killers was all in class wit me
SS'S on 26's watchin some television

Shorty I'm never slippin got the berretta in vision
And ready to pop the clip in, ready to get to trippin
Ready to show these folks a celebrity pistol whippin

Pimp stolen' the automobile and the roof for the tag missin
Polices' try to pursue me it's nothin but gas given
Addicted to fast livin, yes I'm one of my dads children

Think I'm bad now shoulda seen me before I had children
Give dick to ya daddy's daughter and her to have children?
Hope he got some insurance cause Death her $$# is enduring

Kill her in Mississippi and drive her $$# to Missouri
Still my waint pet drippin' while I'm woodgrain grippin


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[Verse 2]

I got this Pimp Squad Click I know you hearda bout us
Young ^!$$%z filthy rich and we ain't worried bout much
On this glock I clutch In God I trust

If a $#&@ ^!$$% start bet his heart I bust
Got ya partners and the broad in ya car $#&@ed up
What, ya under estimation thought the star wouldn't bust

I got the heart and the guts on this purp I blow
Move ten bricks daily tryin' to twerk five mo
see the Cadillac swervin down Hollywood Road

On the flyest our in Cali $#&@in Hollywood Ho's
On a pill and half with my partner Young Dro
Bumpin Goodie Mob Soul Food number fo

Other rappers' old dudes told dudes I'ma pro
With a loaded fo fo and a quarter brick of blow
(Hey) ^!$$% don't you hit me less you buyin 6 or mo

My 24 blades glistenin and my 808 kickin

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[Verse 3]
I wear the crown down under man somebody better tell 'em

'For I spit a hundred rounds and have everybody bailin
I got some (*##$es in a Benz and my partners in the Chevy
And now we ridin Giovanni's and Asani's on Pirellis

If ya ever think ya tryin to run up on me just forget it
The clip in the chopper long as ya leg and leave ya shredded
Pistol way in the truck got my knife on tuck

Ya think he ain't getn stuck you got life $#&@ed up
A couple stiches in ya hip will have ya night $#&@ed up
Will he live? Will he die? Guess he might luck up

Meanwhile I'm racin my Ferarri like a light for a buck
Against Lamborghini Gallardo everytime I get a car...


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