Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Act I: T.I.P., artist - T.I.. Date of issue: 08.09.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Act I: T.I.P. |
| «3 Grammy nomination…» |
| «With the second highest debut on the hip-hop…» |
| «If you look left there’s a monkey next to an anaconda» |
| «Sentenced to probation…» — «BBC» |
| «Philant John…» — «Philant Johnson, gunned down» |
| «In a hail of gun…» |
| «…suffered a miscarriage» |
| «_ATL_ opens with a…» |
| «Featuring with the acting debut of rapper T.I.» |
| Man, I ain’t sign up for this shit |
| I lost my partner, and lost my life homes |
| Man fuck this shit, I’m done |
| Ay, listen homes, get Atlantic on the phone, go on call 'em |
| And tell Craig, Julie, Kev, and Kys — I need to holla at 'em |
| First I gotta let 'em know I’m tired of rappin |
| Fuck the money, ever since Phil died I ain’t happy |
| Hey what’s happenin, we under new operations |
| Though we ready for whatever, we like ya cooperation better |
| Listen when I’m talkin, throw it off, I ain’t patient |
| I’mma tell ya once then start countin shell cases |
| Don’t mean to scare you but this bullshit is irritatin |
| I’mma tell you like it is shawty, I ain’t fin' to play |
| I feel like another case comin round the corner any day |
| I know the consequences, I’m the same nigga anyway — anyway |
| It’s way more important than what I’m fin' ta say |
| Do what I say or I ain’t droppin shit 'til twenty twenty-eight |
| (Who gives a fuck if he comes on the 20th for 28th?) |
| Listen guys, on that B-I shit |
| It’s T.I.P. |
| from here on out, fuck that T.I. |
| shit |
| Give a damn what any nigga gotta say 'bout this |
| (Yo check this cat) Yeah I think it’s best to say I did it |
| Don’t be e-mailin no itineraries, I won’t get it |
| Ya best bet just holla when they fill the jet |
| Tell Cindy ain’t no photo shoots and I ain’t interviewin |
| Refuse and I’ll build a subdivision and shoot a dozen movies |
| You right about that honey, thanks for doin that for me |
| Speakin of money — you can always buy me out but the price high |
| I ain’t none of T.I. |
| nigga, no mo' Mr. Nice Guy |
| Listen kid, understand me here (what?) |
| This is Lyor Cohen (yeah yeah) |
| You better treat this company with some respect (ha ha ha ha) |
| And you better not be playin with my motherfuckin money |
| Oh I got ya motherfuckin money partner, but I ain’t playin |
| You got any sense you’ll do what the fuck I say |
| I ain’t sellin no goddamn albums |
| And that ain’t no threat, that’s a motherfuckin promise jack! |
| Come and see me if you want it |
| Get it like the Red Cross nigga! |
| Hustle pimp, hustle pimp |
| «If you’d like to make a call, please hang up and try again |
| If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator.» |