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Live your life last verse

[T.I.]
I'm the opposite of moderate, immaculately polished with
the spirit of a hustler and the swagger of a college kid
Allergic to the counterfeit, impartial to the politics
Articulate, but still'll grab a nigga by the collar quick
Whoever havin problems with their record sales just hollow-tip
If that don't work and all else fails then turn around and follow Tip
I got love for the game, but ay I'm not in love with all of it
Could do without the fame, and rappers nowadays are comedy
The hootin and the hollerin, back and forth with the arguin
Where you from, who you know, what you make and what kind of car you in
Seems as though you lost sight of what's important when depositin
them checks into your bank account, and you up out of poverty
Your values is a disarray, prioritizin horribly
Unhappy with the riches cause you're piss poor morally
Ignorin all prior advice and forewarnin
And we mighty full of ourselves all of a sudden, aren't we?
 
Letter to they system

The climate right now for the verse was gold to me


Ain't it hard enough..to raise your sons and your daughters up?
Without dealing with the racist stuff
Man, I just got out of prison trying hard as fuck
And it seem like its a green light on anyone with my skin type
Get pulled over for a tail-light and get shot
Know what dat feel like? Man, it real life
We ain't have to be brought here man, real life
But the fact is that we all here
If you don't like, you should've left us where we were
Bruh, its all your fault, see L.O.L. J.K. J.K. yeah
Everybody sing "Kum-ba-ya"
Reparation that'll never happen, but we ain't just gon be Abused by it y'all, wait a minute
I'm confused, I thought every man was treated equal, read it in the Constitution, yeah only when they feel like sticking to it
But U.S.A. the greatest nation in the world, dat my story and I'm sticking to it
Keep sticking to it
 
Never Scared

No, I ain't bad, just don't kiss no ass or take shit
And I'm a grown man, find you somebody to play with
If you'on like me when you see me, better not say shit
I'll choke yo ass out like Dre did that bitch
You better tell these pussies they ain't fucking with no rookie
I'm a Bankhead nigga, I'll take yo cookiez!
So don't make it a me or you situation
I'll have yo partner down at I.C.U. visitation
Like, hope for the best, but I'on think he gon make it
Not the way he was shiverin and shakin on the pavement
I'll tell you wha, if you make it, call'em grace cuz he amazin
Find out these verses wasn't the only thang blazing
And just when you thought that I was done I was saving
The best for last, nigga kiss my ass
Like Della Reese, they my folks, it's best you just let'em be
Cuz I don't do shit for pretend, them FED's just ain't never see nigga!
 
I'm 22 and a vet in the game
Say I'm, I'm supercool, 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 your prayers if you prayin' for change
So, I dare you compare us and say we the same
When I'm, I'm climbin' the ladder, they stuck in the same mindframe
They accomplishments are nothin' to gain
Eventually, see I'm outta your range
Except this rose gold glow from my wrist and my chain
I entertain young niggas who slang
Like a picture, no frame, see it's simple and plain
My shit bang, spit flames, put niggas 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

"Be Easy" Verse 1
 
Yeah! High-rolling, big money I’m folding
Get at least 23 for the brick I sold him
Last in the trap, but I’m back real early
A million-dollar man, but my clothes still dirty
Ride in a hoopty, yeah, but everybody know
When whoever need work, I’m where everybody go
Niggas stay hungry, so, they waiting on me
When I re-up, I don’t need cash—put my face on it
You need weight, homie? Well, I keep white
In the hood, late night, like the streetlights
Okay, but peep, right? It’s a dead end
If you dodge the fed. pen, well, you dead, then
Either way, can’t drive your cars or spend your bread then
You think I’m lying to you? Well, go ahead, then
Can’t tell you what you wanna hear, but you keep asking
Man, niggas out there really living like this
Homeboy, the streets nasty

"Really Livin Like That" Verse 2
 
T.I. Motivation

Better get on yo job, tell'em, haters get on yo job, nigga (Motivation)
Nigga, get on yo job, tell'em, haters get on yo job, nigga (Motivation)
Haters better get on yo job, tell'em, haters get on yo job, nigga (It's motivation)
Sucka nigga, get on yo job, if ya, hatin' get on yo job, nigga

[Verse 1]
You can look me in my eyes, see I'm ready for whatever
Anythang don't kill me, make me better
I ain't dead nigga, you can take the fame and the chedda
And the game, and the deal, I'm still a go-getter
Take my freedom for the moment but it ain't fo-ever
I got the spirit of a god, heart of a dope dealer
I'm a king, seen hangin' with some cold killas
I ain't never back down or ran from no nigga
I ain't sat down yet, pimp, standin' gorilla
Even if I'ma all alone or standin' with four niggaz
Tell'em jump, pimpin' it don't get no realer
5'9" with the soul of a 6'4" nigga
I separated the fakes, paralized from the waist down
From the real stand up guys of the A-Town
Can't even look me in my eyes, put yo face down
I'm outta jail nigga, whachu gotta say now?
 
Rebel for the hell of it, hella rich
Never have to sell a brick again, must I tell a bitch again?
The bullshit I'm addressin', check, I'm on some next level shit
Never been fucked in the game; I'm celibate
Rarely out my element, barely out the ghetto, with
One foot out and one foot in, intelligent as fellas get
Listen, let's settle this: be clear, I could fall back
Seven years, still it ain't no one ahead of me
Consider it a blessin' if you get to stand next to me
Five-star general, OG veteran
Caked like Entenmann's, blowin' that celery
Stack that cash like the U.S. Treasury
Every single thing I ever did was done heavily
Rap until you're 70, still ain't no catchin' me
Put it on my pops, Big Phil, Aunt Beverly
Be standin' on the top still after they bury me
Nose in the air, so stuck up, arrogant
Ain't got long hot songs, best cherish it
Cool, when I drop mine; that's over, finito
You payin' for your foul like a free throw: BAOW!
Now, how could a nigga think that he could see me
Other than the magazine covers or the TV?
Know I sold more mixtapes than your CD
You're waitin' on your big break, prayin' you could be me
You ain't made it far as D.C., on the low
I been all around the globe, like a God how they treat me
Broads hit they knees, eyes closed when they greet me
Mouth wide open, just beggin' me to skeet-skeet
You in a deep sleep, stop dreamin'
I'm six albums in, for ten years, I been firing hot semen
The limelight's mine, I'm gleamin', beamin'
Ask why I say I'm King, bitch, I got my reasons

"Im Illy" Verse 1
 
Top Back Verse 1


I'm the man in my city ain't nobody fucking wit me
You can ask the real niggas and all the bad bitches
I'm a known drug dealer I always have 50's
And the thugs and the killers was all in class wit me
SS'S on 26's watching some television
Shorty I'm never slipping got the Beretta in vision
And ready to pop the clip in, ready to get to tripping
Ready to show these folks a celebrity pistol whipping
Pimp stole the automobile and the roof for the tag missing
Polices' try to pursue me it's nothing but gas given
Addicted to fast living, guess I'm one of my dad's children
Think I'm bad now, you should've seen me before I had children
Give dick to your daddy's daughter and dare her to have children
Hope he got some insurance cause death her ass is enduring
Kill her in Mississippi and drive her ass to Missouri
Still my wet paint drippin' while I'm woodgrain gripping
 
Tip's little known Jackin' For Beats:

Keep my name out your mouth, I done said it befo'
Cause all them games I ain't 'bout, tell whoever you know
Befo' I pull this thang out, aim it dead at ya throat
Or bring the rifle out the house and put ya head in the scope
Pimp I'm trained for the drama shawty ready to go
See me hangin' out the hummer spittin' seventy mo'
You was talkin' 'bout a drought, I was peddlin' snow
And I doubt you'd get some blow as cheap as I'm sellin' it fo'
Hey I'm a G, what I'm worried 'bout a felony fo'?
When I get free bet I'll be ballin' hard as ever befo'
I got some chevy's but a benz what I'm usually in
Niggas hatin' on my crew I'll put a few in the wind
Keep it pimpin' till the end, while you choose to pretend
Shot a video in the pen and I'll do it again
Made news nationwide from eleven to ten
Headline CNN Peter Jennings and friends
Nigga, I'm so cool, been doing this since the old school
You turn into a gangsta when your vocals hit the Pro Tools
Ha! Look at him man
So don't get it confused, you don't know that dude
I'm hardcore no gold teeth, no tattoos
If you don't want no beef nigga don't act rude
I got a 4-4 fo' yo' attitude
We can talk or shoot it out, whatever you choose
Have it back in the county blues on the TV news
Only two rules when you walk in my shoes
One: Take no shit, number two: don't lose
I'm throwed off, plum fool nigga loose in my screws
Ima pass my patna the tool leave you wet as a pool
Lames get it misconstrued, g's you dont fool
I know bustin' a grape is somethin' you won't do
Super cool, nothin' to prove
I been bustin' them rugers and givin' you busters the blues
Since you were suckers in school
Hey, this is a situation you gon' wish you never pursued
You wanna push me? Pussy nigga do what you do
You think trappin' just in my flows? Nigga au contraire
Been sellin' blow since I was 12 years old my dear
Bustin' calicos just to let 'em know I'm here
Choppers in the trunk of every auto I steer
When you was in the classroom try'na pick a career
I was sellin' glass, countin' cash, drinkin' a beer
I agree this rap beef shit is so last year
But ask if I'll tear a new hole in your ass? Yeah
For flexin' and disrespectin', I don't play about that
But no mo' questions, I ain't got shit else to say about that
But my sentence'll be finished any day and I'm back nigga
Laughin' at you sucka ass hollywood rap niggas
Fakin' and they love it but this ain't for the public
So in interviews are cued to stay away from the subject
I just prove that I'm the truth if you don't like it then fuck it
We'll just keep it 'tween me you and this pistol I'm bustin', yeaaah
Pussy niggas ain't fuckin' wit' me
Cause pistol play in broad day that shit is nothin' to me
You need to pinch yourself nigga cause you livin' a dream
And I'm one of the realest niggas that this industry's seen
Think of me as John Gotti wit' a PhD
Or either Martin Luther King with a G-18
I'm ridin' clean, paint gleamin', blowin' T-H-C
For that reason haters wanna alleviate me
But I forgive 'em cause I know it ain't that he hate me
He just hate his situation hate that he ain't me
O.G.s say a lot of them in me they see
Cause I'm a scholar no diploma no GED
Now T.I.P. ain't sweet just so ya'll know
Had to tone it down for ya cause I know ya'll slow
Niggas tongue wrastle plenty yeah but they all show
Spread gossip like hoes 'bout what they don't know
Got mo' lies to tell than a nigga in jail
All my niggas from the streets I know remember me well
From how I used to take a key and put the weight on a scale
Now I'm seein' how many mills one record can sell nigga
You was on the low discussin' a g
When Urban Legend drop we'll see what the discussion'll be
Sissy ass nigga, hah!
 
Drive slow remix

Looking at life through my rearview, all the problems I had
Could be seen a lot clearer after time had passed
Known for living so fast, they wonder how he don't crash
With 220 on the dash, and he constantly mashin'
"Why don't he slow down?" they be constantly askin'
But me in the fast lane is like metal and magnets
Now I ain't trying to say that this the way of the masses
But it's so hard to change, I love this shit with a passion
Since me and C were cuttin' class, and showin' our ass
Shooting out in broad day in the middle of traffic
I remember sellin' crack faster than I could bag it
Just sharin' my past wit ya shawty, I ain't e'en braggin'
Me and Cap got life, them other folk got blasted
Had a partner O.D. and after this all happened
Life the only thing that kept a pimp from crying and laughing
Then the Lord smiled on me at the end of the madness
I never thought that I'da made it this far rappin'
For introducing the youth to what we now call "trappin'"
Considered now a classic, who'd've imagined?
Me in Milano getting models in next year's fashion
So nowadays, they can call me old-fashioned
But it's way too much cash to see blue lights flashin'
So I guess the moral of this here class is:
Life about who make it, not about who make it the fastest
Drive slow homie
 
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