Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Takin Pictures , by - DJ Drama. Release date: 03.12.2007
Song language: English
Takin Pictures |
| The Feds takin' pictures on me |
| Nigga’s still snitchin' on me |
| (Nah) |
| 900 for the sip |
| What you think I’m smoking, homie |
| (Ha ha) |
| Oh what you think I’m joking, homie? |
| Blue rims, yeah, the coupes crip walk |
| (Woo) |
| Certified plastic think I’d rather make hits |
| Between me and you, yeah, I’d rather flip bricks |
| So tell me what’s wrong with glass pots and a scale? |
| Pose for them bitches like the double XL |
| Homie, we ball 'til we fall, Magic City we to the mall |
| Trying to stay out of reach of the long arm of the law |
| I’m calm like snowfall through preliminary hearings |
| They indicting niggas for bootlegging and racketeering |
| Prolly got me on the camera while I’m copin' out the car lot |
| I’m coming out the banks, big cred' with the Karl box |
| It’s Willie, my futures bright like a highlighter |
| They taking pictures cause I’m fly like a skydiver |
| Feds takin' pictures |
| Jones, you ain’t seen money |
| (Nope) |
| Until you seen me |
| (Jones) |
| 220 for Bentley GTC |
| (Ballin') |
| And the money ain’t a thing like J Dupri |
| (It's nothing) |
| When you ballin' 'round the country like the major league |
| (Pick a team) |
| So peace up, A town down |
| (A town down) |
| Tear your streets up with them A-K rounds |
| (Bang, bang) |
| Now whatchu know about that? |
| I know all about that |
| 3 birds, 3 nights can make a 100 thousands stacks |
| (That weight nigga) |
| And man, they got it on camera |
| (What?) |
| The Feds been watching since the boy touched Atlanta |
| I’m the biggest mobster to ever hit the pop charts |
| I’m a easy target they know a nigga rock hard |
| Get a clean check cut slip it in my account |
| Write 'em out a China White a lil' cut’ll wipe 'em out |
| I ain’t with the rapping boy, I’m puttin' in the work |
| In these niggas with the rapid lay his ass in the church |
| Get some information for you informants I got the YAY |
| And I’m selling them cheaper than yesterday so whatchu say? |
| Feds takin' pictures |
| They snapping while we trapping, trying to find out what happened |
| They wanna lock me up before my album go platinum |
| I took my cell phone and through it, my bank account I blew it |
| I got to cut my conversations, I don’t want to do it but |
| Who’s that peeping in my window |
| It ain’t no love they tired of telling on they kinfolk |
| So if you’ve ever been broke and turn a penny to a twenty |
| Let me hear you holla if you want me come get me |
| Whether you know me as T.I. |
| or you can call me T.I.P |
| And know the APD and F.B.I. |
| they talk about the G.I.B |
| And they know I be high when I’m in the V.I.P |
| I’m sure they see me as I fly through the city and that brand new V.I.B |
| Young, rich and famous with a pistol you can call me Chi Ali |
| But I’m the greatest in Atlanta they be calling me Ali |
| Feds takin' pictures |