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Respect This Hustle – T.I.

[Chorus]
R-E-S-P-E-C-T M-Y H-U-S-T-L-E
Respect this hustle, respect this hustle
Wont accept nothin less, so respect this hustle
I aint in it for the fame I aint in it for the glory
I’m down to die for it absolutely mandatory
Respect this hustle, respect this hustle
Wont accept nothin less, so respect this hustle

[T.I.]
These niggas bitch made i’m gettin paid six ways
my shits laid and shits sprayed with lemonade with blades,
keep your mouth closed you dont want to get sprayed
shoot you down your body make you sun bathe six days,
Kamikazee renegade, now we never been afraid
kept the trap hot enough to fry egg in the shade,
I ball till the day lying dead in the grave
leave the feds behind the wall cause i aint get away,
chopper round the corner in a bush with a brick of yay,
a bust can happen any day, we out here trapping anyway,
gettin money to them Haitians damn what a nigga say,
i got a real bad condition if i ain’t gettin paid,
hand over fist what im missing got to get busy,
i know you see this car I’m driving and see the house that i live in
and figure this is enough,
but nigga i want way more really this is play doe, you set your sites way low.
i had enough of the game i don’t know whether to stay or go.
different groups of lames and suckers i don’t know which way i go,
well nigga you know you king why you always got to say it for?
cause they said i couldn’t say it before,
and i remember all it did was f**k my temper up more Doug and “J” know,
I say I wear the crown, not a halo sorry,
niggas think they seeing me but they so sorry,
they fast but they ain’t no ferrai, NRROWM.

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[Chorus]
R-E-S-P-E-C-T M-Y H-U-S-T-L-E
Respect this hustle, respect this hustle
Wont accept nothin less, so respect this hustle
I ain’t in it for the fame I ain’t in it for the glory
I’m down to die for it absolutely mandatory
Respect this hustle, respect this hustle
Wont accept nothin less, so respect this hustle

[T.I.]
You think you been pulling gats cussing fussing enough
here bragging bout these niggas you been busting enough,
man look around ain’t nobody suffering but her,
you could beat a hundred cases catch one and you fucked.
(i get probation)
is you crazy pull your gun in the club,
see how many folks and polices put you down in the club.
if we got to come with a slug why we come to the club
how much more of this shit you think we can put under the rug
look we already told them I Told You So,
but all these niggas speaking out whoever spoke before,
don’t take it personal people want to be close to folk,
what you think the television and the posters for?
(im claustrophobic though)
well then you need to see a doctor for it,
man i aint joking you close t.i.p. and bout to blow it,
did you forget about them nights in the cells was you honesty
when we was having talks with God and you promise,
if he could make away for you to be large and you done it.
out the gate Urban Legend went on to do numbers,
sold a mill made ATL king first week,
five hundred with the Grammy (but not the one that i wanted),
what about them eight figure deals and that other new money,
but ask yourself something where the
gun you got from me? Keep it real…

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You need to think of someone other than yourself some time, did you keep your promise…
Keep it real.

[Chorus]
R-E-S-P-E-C-T M-Y H-U-S-T-L-E
Respect this hustle, respect this hustle
Wont accept nothin less, so respect this hustle
I ain’t in it for the fame I ain’t in it for the glory
I’m down to die for it absolutely mandatory
Respect this hustle, respect this hustle
Wont accept nothin less, so respect this hustle

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Dead and Gone (Feat. Justin Timberlake) – T.I.

Lirik lagu: Dead and Gone (Feat. Justin Timberlake)

[Spoken – T.I.]
Ay
Let me kick it to you right quick, man
That on some gangsta shit man, on some real shit
Anybody done been through the same thing, I’m sure you feel the same way
Big Phil
This for you pimpin’

[Chorus (Justin Timberlake (T.I.)):]
Oh (eyyy)
I’ve been travellin’ on this road too long (too long)
Just tryna find my way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
And oh (eyyy)
I’ve been travellin’ on this road too long (too long)
Just tryna find my way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone, dead and gone

[Verse 1 – T.I.]
Ever had one of them days wish would’ve stayed home
Run into a group of niggas who gettin’ they hate on
You walk by
They get wrong
You reply then shit get blown
Way outta proportion
Way past discussion
Just you against them, pick one then rush ’em
Figure you’ll get jumped, hell that’s nothing
They don’t wanna stop there now they bussin’
Now you gushin’, ambulance rushin’
You to the hospital with a bad concussion
Plus ya hit 4 times
Plus it hit ya spine
Paralyzed waist down now ya wheel chair bound
Nevermind that now you lucky to be alive
Just think it all started you fussin’ with 3 guys
Now ya pride in the way, but ya pride is the way
You could fuck around, get shot, die anyday
Niggas die everyday
All over bull shit, dope money, dice game, ordinary hood shit
Could this be ‘cos of hip hop music?
Or did the ones with the good sense not use it?
Usually niggas don’t know what to do when their back against the wall so they just start shootin’
For red or for blue or for blo I guess
From Bankhead or from your projects
No more stress, now I’m straight, now I get it, now I take
Time to think, before I make mistakes just for my family’s sake
That part of me left yesterday
The heart of me is strong today
No regrets I’m blessed to say
The old me dead and gone away

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[Chorus (Justin Timberlake (T.I.))]

[Verse 2 – T.I.]
I ain’t never been scared, I lived through tragedy
Situation could’ve been dead lookin’ back at it
Most of that shit didn’t even have to happen
But you don’t think about it when you out there trappin’
In apartments, hangin’, smokin’, and rappin’
Niggas start shit, next thing ya know we cappin’
Get locked up then didn’t even get mad
Now think about damn what a life I had
Most of that shit, look back, just laugh
Some shit still look back get sad
Maybe my homboy still be around
Had I not hit the nigga in the mouth that time
I won that fight
I lost that war
I can still see my nigga walkin’ out that door
Who’da thought I’d never see Philant no more?
Got enough dead homies I don’t want no more
Cost a nigga his job
Cost me more
I’d took that ass-whooping now for sure
Now think before I risk my life
Take them chances to get my stripe
A nigga put his hands on me alright
Otherwise stand there talk shit all night
‘Cos I hit you, you sue me,
I shoot you, get locked up, who me?
No more stress, now I’m straight, now I get it, now I take
Time to think, before I make mistakes just for my family’s sake
That part of me left yesterday
The heart of me is strong today
No regrets I’m blessed to say
The old me dead and gone away

[Chorus (Justin Timberlake (T.I.))]

[Hook – Justin Timberlake]
I turn my head to the East
I don’t see nobody by my side
I turn my head to the West
Still nobody in sight
So I turn my head to the North
Swallow that pill that they call pride
That old me is dead and gone
But that new me will be alright

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I turn my head to the East
I don’t see nobody by my side
I turn my head to the West
Still nobody in sight
So I turn my head to the North
Swallow that pill that they call pride
That old me is dead and gone
But that new me will be alright

[Chorus (Justin Timberlake (T.I.))]

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Warzone – T.I.

[Hook]
Can’t you see we livin’ in a war zone?
Guess you don’t notice when you livin’ in it
Like every weekend it’s a man down
Ain’t got no pity for the innocent so I’ma represent it
Dedicated, tell ’em,”Hands up, can’t breathe
Hands up, can’t breathe
Hands up, can’t breathe”
Hands up, can’t you see we livin’ in a war zone?

[Verse 1]
They left his body swangin’ down in Piedmont
At a Klan rally the day before, but that ain’t mean nothing
Witness said suicide, I said genocide
Hey what you got a gun for? Boy you ain’t finna ride
They run up on you like Baton Rouge, bet you finna hide
That’s the difference ‘tween us, I’ll die to save a million lives
Appointed leader when nobody couldn’t think of shit
I’ll be a martyr if my great grandaughter benefit
They pull you over, ask you where your license at
Be careful reachin’ for it, you know you can die for that
And this ain’t nothin’ new, just got cameras so you can see the shit
Got Dr. King and Abe Lincoln askin’ where the freedom at
This ain’t no equality
Man you ain’t have no justice on your mind when you shot at me
But fuck it, this the way it gotta be
Hey listen, you won’t shoot at them then shoot at me?
Boy you are not a G
Imagine Trayvon askin’ why you followed me
Feel threatened, hit him and whip him, that’s when he shot him down
Do that to a grown fuckin’ man, drop where you stand
Tell my grandma go on with all that prayin’
If it’s a God and he in the sky, he looking down, he understand
I’m just a man, and I’m wrong for revenge
But I don’t get ’em it’s like tellin’ him to gon’ kill again
Keep fucking around, it’s going to be on in a minute
[Hook]
Boy we livin’ in a war zone
Guess you don’t notice when you livin’ in it
Like every weekend it’s a man down
Ain’t got no pity for the innocent so I’ma represent it
Dedicated, tell ’em,”Hands up, can’t breathe
Hands up, can’t breathe
Hands up, can’t breathe”
Hands up, can’t you see we livin’ in a war zone?

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[Verse 2]
This goes to the white boy that ran in the old church
I hope you get slow murked, and they torture you slow first
Ran in our place of worship to slaughter our grandma
Won’t go kamikaze for that, well what would you die for?
Hold up… I’ll wait, I’ll wait
Heard it from buddy who took for the fall for Watergate
The war on drugs was just a war on us
Give us all these guns, give us all this dust
Change all them laws, lock all of us up
Went from Freeway Ricky, on to BMF (free Meech)
Then hip hop came, that’s when we got rich
Cause white kids gravitated to it like all of us did
And that’s when they got slick
Invented the technology to take our shit
Diluted all of the artistry
Pardon me, somebody tell me what happened to Alton
Sterling, killed Philando right in front of the girl
And the world saw
Everybody’s reaction was, “Hell naw”
This modern day slavery, the prison publicly traded
And the jig’s up
The Constitution and Emancipation Proclamation’s just a fuckin’ piece of paper

[Hook]
Can’t you see we livin’ in a war zone?
Guess you don’t notice when you livin’ in it
Like every weekend it’s a man down
Ain’t got no pity for the innocent so I’ma represent it
Dedicated, tell ’em,”Hands up, can’t breathe
Hands up, can’t breathe
Hands up, can’t breathe”
Hands up, can’t you see we livin’ in a war zone?

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Problems (Feat. B.o.B, Problem & Trae Tha Truth) – T.I.

Lirik lagu: Problems (Feat. B.o.B, Problem & Trae Tha Truth)

[Intro]
Fuck yall nigga want with a nigga like me man
Eat you nigga for dinner
I’m all on er partner

[Hook]
Don’t get it fucked up
Don’t get it fucked up
You know you don’t want these problems
Nigga, you know you don’t want these problems
Nigga, don’t get it fucked up
Don’t get it fucked up
You know you don’t want these problems
Nigga, you know you don’t want these problems

[Verse]
I guess you would know, oh you fuck how
Steady talkin, til 5 bitch you ain’t gon board though
I’m a gangsta bitch, we aimin like you ain’t tonight
I ain’t ridin with that 5, Shawty show you’re right
Me slip like pow
On the low betweener, I’m strapped right now
Yea, favorite case, ain’t nothing to me
I’m a head K, know that when you’re runnin to me
Get money, every G you make it like 100 to me
I’m fresh out for some these niggas, they big dummies to me
Okay? Now get some paper if you wanna play
Have yo head in my hallway for 100K

[Bridge]
If you knew it as you don’t
Nigga, this ain’t what you want
Keep on playin with me hatin and you ain’t gon make it home
If you knew it as you don’t
Nigga, this ain’t what you want
Keep on playin with me hatin and you ain’t gon make it home
Because I want the prison out I put the pistol to yo dome

[Hook]
Don’t get it fucked up
Don’t get it fucked up
You know you don’t want these problems
Nigga, you know you don’t want these problems
Nigga, don’t get it fucked up
Don’t get it fucked up
You know you don’t want these problems
Nigga, you know you don’t want these problems

[Verse]
It’s funny how niggas get high when they get on stage with a mike
You know I see em bitin the style cool, they still can’t deliver it right
I’ve been killin this shit for so long, I don’t remember the height
What’s that like? They ain’t really bout that life, They ain’t really bout that life
No lie on this mike, chillin with habitual whores
Hit er with the hammer like Thor
This ain’t no boy, this a G4 hoe, act like you been here before
Open up the suicide doors, like a Joe cut the window at the 25th floor
Ready for war, I came out the womb with a sword, cut my umbilical chord
See I’m headin where you ain’t never been
We are not the same and that’s evident
I make flexin just look so effortless
Get that salary til I’m hella back
See these hoes, these hoes ain’t celibate
And they ain’t hesitant, not at all
For a nigga with a proper draw, she give me that box like a post office doctor though

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[Bridge]
If you knew it as you don’t
Nigga, this ain’t what you want
Keep on playin with me hatin and you ain’t gon make it home
If you knew it as you don’t
Nigga, this ain’t what you want
Keep on playin with me hatin and you ain’t gon make it home
Because I want the prison out I put the pistol to yo dome

[Hook]
Don’t get it fucked up
Don’t get it fucked up
You know you don’t want these problems
Nigga, you know you don’t want these problems
Nigga, don’t get it fucked up
Don’t get it fucked up
You know you don’t want these problems
Nigga, you know you don’t want these problems

[Verse]
NO tiv, I got these hoes
Live it way, got a sake pose
Covered it like wear ladies flows
New York bitch, real lady clothes
Put em all now, real nigga act
Better put it now,
You better go for the Oscars
Cuz impostors will get whack niggas that’s mobsters
That ain’t playing that
Niggas wanna sleep, I lay em down
Shine it, you see the way around, no recess in this circle
We don’t play around
With my zig-zags I J down this motherfucker real quick
Cuz life be her bitch
Will I’m gon serve hers big dick
Boy this Compton, driving lane,
Me and yall, it’s bout the same
Same nigga without the game
Keep shit, it ain’t potty trained
Big bucks like a Shawty bang, bad boy with that naughty chain
Big stripes like referees but home boy this is not a game
So… break bread with the real bruh
Make sure you leave life til it kill ya
Drop another molly and monty kill ya
To my life in my dreams, La Familia

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[Hook]
Don’t get it fucked up
Don’t get it fucked up
You know you don’t want these problems
Nigga, you know you don’t want these problems
Nigga, don’t get it fucked up
Don’t get it fucked up
You know you don’t want these problems
Nigga, you know you don’t want these problems

[Verse]
Off the drama and I’m back nigga
Still a king and that’s a fact nigga
Fuck talkin, I’m that nigga
That’s one deep, no pact nigga
Bad boy, no act nigga
No internet, but I’m at niggas
New McLaren, all black nigga
That’s front sealed up like Shaq nigga
In the game but don’t play round
Try this shit with me – you get layed down
I stick and move, I don’t stay round
Make the hardest nigga turn greyhound
I don’t talk the talk, I just run shit
How you think you’re me but ain’t the shit
Could go bananas on some shit
I keep a team on that dumb shit
I keep a strap that just might clap
Money low and I might trap
Yea I’m on it, fuck my opponent
He run up on me, I might snap
Got me feelin like fuck em
I’m face to face, I don’t duck em
Me heat in hell, I don’t tuck em
I don’t body bag, I might stuck em
With hot shit, hot shit
Yea I’m talkin bout hot shit
With drinkin letters I ride shit
Til showin bove but you not shit
I go for real, just ask tip
I green light my get trip
Six niggas hoppin out on whip
Go there re-constructin your whole whip

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[Hook]
Don’t get it fucked up
Don’t get it fucked up
You know you don’t want these problems
Nigga, you know you don’t want these problems
Nigga, don’t get it fucked up
Don’t get it fucked up
You know you don’t want these problems
Nigga, you know you don’t want these problems

[Verse]
I’m a down shore baller, ATL stunner
Bitch leave me I’mma take everything from er
Please try a nigga where I’m from with that drama
So we can fire pistols at yo goddamn mama
Let me find out, you layin on me for riches
Cut his head off, leave his forehead in the kitchen
Warming your eye balls on the stove, the other missin
I think his head exploded, that nigga teethin the dishes
Hey when you learned that as pong I learned this shit in the trenches
I am at a nigga just like Twitter, follow my mentions
4-4 deuce cutless, deuce butnicks extensions
And you can hustle on main street, TKT gave you permission

[Bridge]
If you knew it as you don’t
Nigga, this ain’t what you want
Keep on playin with me hatin and you ain’t gon make it home
If you knew it as you don’t
Nigga, this ain’t what you want
Keep on playin with me hatin and you ain’t gon make it home
Because I want the prison out I put the pistol to yo dome

[Hook]
Don’t get it fucked up
Don’t get it fucked up
You know you don’t want these problems
Nigga, you know you don’t want these problems
Nigga, don’t get it fucked up
Don’t get it fucked up
You know you don’t want these problems
Nigga, you know you don’t want these problems

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