Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Be Easy , by - T.I.. Release date: 18.08.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Be Easy |
| Ay, where the piano at shawty? |
| Y’all ain’t neva seen a dope boy play the piano and rap at the same time |
| have you? |
| I’ma show you somethin', dig this. |
| I’m 22 and a vet in the game |
| Say I’m, supercoo', still a threat at the same |
| Time, rhyme bout the times I invested in 'caine |
| Pleasure and pain in every aspect of the game |
| I’m the answer to yo prayers if you prayin’for change |
| So, I dare you compare us and say we the same |
| When I’m, climbin’the ladder, they stuck in the same |
| Mindframe, they accomplishments are nothin’to gain |
| Eventually, see I’m outta yo range |
| Except this rose gold glow from my wrist and my chain |
| I entertain young niggaz who slang |
| Like a picture, no frame, see it’s simple and plain |
| My shit bang, spit flames, put niggaz to shame |
| Flow so insane, lyrics sick and derranged |
| Now you can’t, mention my city unless you mention my name |
| T-I-P-I-M-P, I’m the man |
| Ay be easy — you don’t want no trouble with me Just be easy — the drama ain’t nothin’to me Ay be easy — before you have problems just breathe |
| Ay be easy — you ain’t worth dyin', believe me Just be easy — you don’t want yo mama to grieve |
| Be easy — well mind yo bizness, don’t bother the G Be easy — swear you stuntin’but you frontin’to me Be easy — behind the scenes or behind yo? |
| Ay, be easy |
| ??? |
| kissin’ass when I came to leave |
| Set the standard for Atlanta, rearranged the lead |
| Okay, so what tha fuck is fame to me? |
| I been plottin’since kindergarten, you’z a lame to me |
| I give the niggaz what they came to see |
| A reflection of one self where they aim to be As you can see it ain’t no change in me And you won’t meet another nigga off the chain as me |
| I’m so fly, no lie, don’t deny it, ya feel it So inspired by my style, decided to try it yoself |
| Bet you won’t, meet nobody ranked as high as myself |
| The checks you waitin’on, homes, I can sign them myself |
| Tote gats, dro smoked that, now I’m high |
| Seats way back in the Maybach I ride |
| Through the streets of the westside, I slap five |
| And throw dubs, show love, nigga |
| Repeat Chorus |
| (Be easy in the background) |
| What it iz pimp? |
| T.I.P., Trap Muzik, understand that? |
| Grand Hustle pimp! |
| Ay, whus hattnin’Toomp? |
| Let’s ride out homie! |
| What it iz mayne? |
| P$C, Pimp Squad Click, shawty! |
| Uh, uh… A-Town… stay down. |
| Keep it pimpin', pimpin'! |