Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Told You So, artist - T.I.. Date of issue: 25.03.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Grand hustle
Song language: English
Told You So |
| Grand Hustle Pimp. |
| Hey, whats happenin shorty |
| Me being a true player and all |
| I mean you know as a stand up guy you know |
| I really hate to say I told you so But, man I told you so Back when we said we were goin to run this shit man |
| When we said Pimp Squad Click, Grand Hustle was the business |
| When we said their was a whole nother side of Atlanta |
| A nother bunch of motherfuckers in the trap, y’all didnt know |
| Man, I told you so They thought a pimp wasn’t s’posed to blow |
| Because I was rappin about moving o’s and blow |
| Pimp I told you so They thought that Outkast closed the door |
| And Ludacris came in and sold his 4? |
| Man, I told you so The Mac, C-Rod, Kuntry and Dro |
| And AK had the coldest flow |
| Nigga, I told you so I said the future was right up under your nose |
| You thought the south wouldn’t explode no more |
| Remember, I told you so Way back when Kriss-Kross was hollering «Jump"on ya tube |
| They was still gettin jumped at school, we used to tote them tools |
| Don’t get me wrong I’ll give respect to them dudes |
| But approach us wrong, and we’ll smoke them fools, ain’t no joke it’s the truth |
| Fuck a hater, let 'em do what it do |
| I’m busy now, but I’ll be through in a few |
| And then I’m coming for you |
| So keep shit talking like it’s something to do |
| I’ll spend a 100 grand get a killer something to do |
| I been hustlin since 92'when I heard UGK |
| Hollering «Pocket Full of Stones"I was on my way |
| Had a history in the yay, before I started to trap |
| 13, let me take you back farther than that |
| When my uncles was baggin blocks, used to count the stacks |
| I was only 8, and my grand-daddy can vouch for that |
| And my pops had alot of work, alot of folk he got 'em work |
| And ran numbers, said if he ain’t wanna, he ain’t gotta work |
| Why I sold rocks, I guess I got from pops |
| My uncles? |
| man? |
| a chip off the old block |
| The nigga you hear now the same one from off the old block |
| Who used to stand on Front St. and get off the old block |
| I remember the P$C, Killer Mike, David Banner and me and YoungBloodz |
| Ran through Atlanta with heat, when even Atlanta was sleep |
| Nigga, back before you heard of me |
| I was middle man into serving keys when KC was serving 3 |
| I’m on top because I deserved to be So simmer down, calm your nerves at least |
| Speak your words with peace |
| Before you lay out on the curb deceased |
| Think about it, it’s absurd to beef |
| I took my songs to street |
| He told me dopeboy was the bomb in the street |
| Since then, my name rang like alarms in the street |
| Who knew how long it would be If only LA knew how wrong he could be I told you ain’t nobody stronger than me This southern rap shit of the day is something I helped design |
| Puerto Rico of the mix show I’ll let you know who the next in line |
| the Snowman, Paul Wall, the Thug? |
| Alot of other niggaz shouldn’t of even been signed |
| Thats a opinion of mine |
| Because these niggaz be neglecting the grind |
| Ain’t waiting on nobody to let me shine, I’ma go get me mine |
| And then they wonder why they checks behind |
| Cuz TIP was 20k? |
| back in the day, need me to press rewind |
| What be on these niggaz mind, man don’t get me to lyin |
| I seen ya kind, dopeboy, and that ain’t even ya kind |
| Ain’t never sold a gram of crack, and ain’t no need of ya tryin |
| Back in the trap, pimp I don’t see him survivin |