[Intro: T.I.] Ay... say, pimp... This to er'body strecthed out behind the walls... Countin' days on they calendar... Flippin' pages month to month... Ay, man, I'ont give a damn how other folks treat ya, man I just wanna-- I wanna let ya know, pimp Y'een missin' nothin', homeboy... real talk
[Chorus: T.I.] I know the time seem long, just try and keep strong Put on ya headphones and rewind this song Remember you ain't missin' nothin', homes I promise you ain't missin' nothin', homes Hey, just know the club on hold and the broads on pause You get home, it's gon' be waitin' on y'all So dawg, just know fa real you ain't missin' nothin', homes I promise you ain't missin' nothin', homes
[Verse 1] On er'ythang My uncle did a decade Came home, hit the ground runnin' gettin' paid Like he never did a day Hit the streets niggas still in the same place they was 'Fore he went in the chain gang and doin' the same thing Cuz the game go on, you only do two days in the joint The day you get locked up and the day you go home I know it feel like the world passin' you by Like shit happenin' everyday out there that you'ont know bout E'rytime you call home ya baby mama show out And ya pat'nas don't even send you flicks from when they go out But don't worry bout it or stress it cuz shawty, know what? The time do itself, all you gotta do is show up Keep layin' down, wakin' up and thankin' the Lord And 'fo you know it they gon' open the doors, true story Just prepare yourself for it, if you ain't got a plan What you need with a second chance? Shit, you gon' blow it Learn and visualize what you tryna do And do the time, homeboy don't let the time do you They say the time just flew in the streets Hard to believe from in there but you'll see soon as you on the streets
[Chorus]
[Verse 2] Probably thinkin' easy for me to say from here in the booth But they showed you, they'll put me in there with you Right now locked down in the state of the feds, lay in the bed Playin' this over and over as you say in ya head "Yeah... next time I'ma be straight Just count down to my release date..." piece of cake My nigga Cap right now servin' a life sentence For a murder he committed in his self-defense And in such good spirits shawty ain't even trippin' And I could be right in there with him, no bullshittin' He on his ninth year now just waitin' to get out Got me thinkin' my shit ain't even worth complainin' about Cuz it can still be worse fa sho So you waitin' on me to lose hope you got to kill me first I talked to my nigga Big Meech Had to tell him the streets miss him just as much as he miss the streets Had to let him know whenever he released We hittin' the club like '03, this time it's on me Yeah we laugh, reminisce for a minute and then I tell him just know ain't nobody ever did it as big It'll never be the same in this city again Closest you'll get is me and Jeezy and them So dawg, if it seem like you left behind, ten steps behind Just know it only get better with time, fa real
[Verse One: T.I.] When I think about all my time and all my struggle Through all my grinding and all my troubles Man I came up from nothing, all I had was a hustle with a blindfold trying to find pieces to the puzzle no muzzle I tell it like it is, that's that Right or wrong I'ma call it like I see it don't forget That impossible is nothing your environments irrelavant just don't let your emotions overpower your intelligence Refuse to give up, your mistakes don't define you they don't dictate where your headed they remind you The Time keep ticking let your mind keep clicking Never stop thinking be aware of your positions Be aware of the collisions and the potholes sitting on the road that you travel on your life long mission just listen every day is like a snapshot taken if you live you can learn to be patient
[Hook: John Legend] Cuz life is like a slideshow all the places that I go and I the things that I know through all the highs and low Cuz life is like a slideshow All things that I've seen and all the things that I've dreamed you can't take away from me cuz life is like a slideshow
[Verse Two: T.I.] As I look back at a fly young cat who could rap with a dream look where I took that Beginning on Bankhead then it spread out vision in my head all I had to was get it out when I walked out of my house and looked at my street All I seen was opportunity that led me to truency I ain't really have a role model to infleunce me Uncle Quinn in prison they say next it's going be you in it As I juvenile caught cases so fluently Look at my life and learn from it don't do it if I only knew back then what I know now how much better life would of been if I'da slowed down Maybe I'da been Kanye instead of seeing Gunplay But God got a plan, I'll understand one day But one day of life, like a snapshot taken Just believe you can make it have faith be patient
[Hook]
[Legend singing] Ohhhh, ohhh, ohhhhhh~! Looking back on my lifetime see the slides go by, sometimes I wonder why looking back on where I've been I remember when do you remember then
[Intro/Chorus 4X: sample of M.I.A.'s "Paper Planes"] "No one on the corner has swagger like us" "Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us"
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[Kanye West] ("No one on the corner") Mr. West is in the building Swagger on a hundred thousand trillion ("No one on the corner") Aiyyo I know I got it first I'm Christopher Columbus, y'all just the pilgrims Thanksgiving, do we even got a question? Hermes pastel, I passed the dressing My attitude is tattooed That mean it's permanent, so I guess we should address it, huh? ("No one on the corner") My swagger is Mick Jagger Every time I breathe on a track, I asthma attack it Why he so mad for? Why he gotta have it? Cause a slave my whole life, now I'm the master Naaaaa-na-naaaaa How it feel to wake up and be the shit, and the urine? Naaaaa-na-naaaaa Tryna get that Kobe number, one over Jordan
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[Jay-Z] Geah.. ("No one on the corner") Got a bop like this Can't wear skinny jeans cause my nines don't fit No one on the corner got a pocket like this So I rock Roc jeans cause my nine's so thick You can learn how to dress just for checking my fresh Checking-checking my fresh, checking-checking my fresh Follow my steps is the road to success Where the niggas know you're thorough when the girls say yes (yes!) ("No one on the corner") But I can't teach 'em my swag You can pay for school but you can't buy class ("No one on the corner") School of hard knocks I'm a grad And that all-blue Yankee is my graduation cap It's Hooooo-vahhhhh Dippin-dippin Rovers, whippin with the soda Hooooo-vahhhhh Did you even have any doubt after doubt it was over?
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne] No one on the corner has swagger like moi Church, and I'm too clean for the choir I require, but I desire I got stripes, A-di-das Mamis scream, "?Papi no mas!" Run up in your shit just me, no mas Running this shit like I got four' tires No one has swagger like these for' guys Now when it comes to styles, I got several Sharper than the swagger, dagger or metal And my jew-els, blue and yellow The type of shit that make 'em call you Carmelo Who's as follows stay true to the ghetto Write your name on the bullet make you feel special Ha! What the fuck you boys talking 'bout? I know it's us cause we the only thing you talk about And I'm gone... bye... yeah
[Chorus - during last line]
[T.I.] Hah, you see? That's right Ay, you know see Weezy for the wordplay, Jeezy for the bird play Kanyeezy for diversity and me for controversy I'm a verse that's picture perfect, only spit to serve a purpose You ain't living what you kicking then you worthless Lookin from the surface it may seem like I got reason to be nervous Been observant, work to see if my adversity was worth it Verse is autobiographical, absolutely classical Last thing I'm worried 'bout is what another rapper do Ain't nobody hot as me Even if they rap they ass off, blast off and have outstanding quality Sell a lot of records, I'll respect it and salute that But spin real life on hot beats, I'm the truth at You kick it like me, no exaggeration necessary Living revolutionary, nothing less than legendary Gangsta shit hereditary, got it from my dad Flow colder than February with extraordinary swag
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[T.I. - over Chorus] Okay, yeah, that's right Okay, yeah, so you notice huh Hah, yeah, okay, tell 'em for me shawty Yeah, that's right, yeah
[Intro: T.I.] Real talk, true story (uh-huh) No nuts, no glory (uh-uh) Y'knowmsayin? (Real talk) Ay dawg (yeah yeah) I'ma tell you like this
[Chorus: T.I.] Hey I'm so raw, and I'm so rich And you so flawed niggaz ain't 'bout shit I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get Every chance I get, real talk, no shit Every chance I get, make money on this I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get, every chance I get
[T.I.] They say it's lonely at the top, but I don't feel lonely Got my homies out in Hollywood so I don't feel phony Ain't another nigga colder, cribs all over Flash-in-pan, these other rappers catch a number, Coca-Cola I'm exceedin expectations, you barely meetin quota I give it to 'em straight, you cut it with baking soda You said I ain't Zone One, nigga ha, that's a funny one I'm King like my 3 year-old, Major like my youngest son Got one named Domani, so you know what I'm gettin (guap) Deyjah and Neek-Neek and Messiah like "Daddy, get 'em" Got an angel named Leah here to keep me outta prison And my partner Jason Geter to help me see about a billion Listen; Grand Hustle, best respect this vision My records sell about a million, but shit that just the beginnin What with Club Crucial and Grand Hustle film division Multiplication to get the paper, I let the clique do the division Break bread, StreetCred.com makin a killin Plus "A King of Oneself," high fashion, I'm flashin I'm, ready for whatever though, trained to go you better know Put dick up in whoever hoe, let 'em know
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[T.I.] I gotta thank my lucky stars cause it came so far Dope game, rap game, 'bout the same so far Brag about your lil' Benz, nigga that ain't no car I got some shit in my garage that requires a chauffeur High as gas is, the country at war and people are starvin And I pay a million dollars for Ferrari's, retarded, huh? Sorry bruh, been a dick that been ballin since it started up Season hoe, get 'em all to fuck cause they know this dough stack tall as fuck Nah, it ain't that I'm rich that they hate so much Least I could do it, not rub it in niggaz face so much So I'm tryin now while I'm rhymin not to brag about the island Or the crib in Hawaii where all the walls slide in House is wide open, we could bring the outside in I think you should hear about it, but fuck it I'll be quiet I just spit it how I live it homie I don't be lyin Would it make you feel better if I put my pockets on the die? If I made less money, started to dress bummy Would the haters and the critics have more respect for me? Should I downgrade the crib and the way I live? Now how about I don't and we just say I did, nigga
[Chorus]
[Outro: T.I.] Ay say homeboy It's real talk comin at you live and direct homeboy, you dig that? Heh, you could hate all you want partna I'ma give you somethin to hate on, bitch nigga Ha ha! Grand Hustle, you understand? DJ Toomp you did yo' muh'fuckin thang as usual Ay-hey look, P$C partna, Pimp Squad Click Ay, Big Kuntry you up next homie It's the king, BITCH! Yeahhhhhh, they say I ain't Zone One, bitch nigga My grandmama been livin on Center Hill 43 years, hoe-ass nigga You understand that? Nigga come meet me nigga See me nigga! You know? Why niggaz gotta wait 'til a nigga got the police watchin you and start kickin that fuck shit, you know? You know how I get down, you know what it was nigga You know you don't wanna see me, bitch nigga! Yeahhhhhh, AY!
[Chorus: T.I.] Ey, What's Haapnin' (What it is yall) All you haters, Can get at me (Center Hill, {?} What it do) 'Cause I hear ya, and am watchin'(Church Creek, South Grand stand up) But am serious (It's the king bitch, yeaaa) Haters, so all I got to say is WHAT UP!? (Here we go) What's haapnin', (What's haapnin' baby) All you haters (HEY! I know you had a good time didn't ya) 'Cause I hear ya, and am watchin' But I'm still here, I ain't stoppin' So what up, what's haapnin' All you haters, Can get at me 'Cause I hear ya, and am watchin' But am serious Haters, so all I got to say is WHAT UP!?
[Verse 1: T.I.] What it is bruh, What it do maaan, Still the man from Japan to the blue flame (that right) Still hit the door and make it rain with the loose change I bet that what he get a show, now that's a damn shame (hahahaha) I get that what he hatin' fo', boy u so damn lame Ya click the same, a just a buncha walkin' shit stains (click finish) Disgrace the '80, gave the city such a bad name You way back in ma rare view mirror, I'm in the fast lane But still I hear ya loud 'n' clear on ya lil' song Go on getcha dissin' on while the king gone Ya self-esteem gone, 'cause I'm back now let's see if we can't teach these niggas how to act now Ya kissin' at them, ya jumpin' bad now I check ya ass den, I shut ya ass down And I deliver front 'n' center never back down Who get the last laugh now sucka nigga
[Verse2: T.I.] I got a front street swag and a side street hustle Center Hill, {?} that's where I be sucka South Grand church street, first with the work We can get into commercial if you need some achurtment Hey, what I care 'bout who you askin' sayin they ain't heard of me I'm certified certainly your videos ain't hurtin' me (uh-uh) I still ride with the windows rolled down All around the A-town Like its fina' go down If there was ever any questions niggaz fina' kno now Won't retire ma thorne, nor surrender no crown I neva bow down And neva say "bye" Ms. "to whom it may concer" and whosoever may try Im forever west-side and the feather-weight guy Tell 'em take they best {?} Go'on get ya self high 'Cause I yelled "Bankhead" and you felt left out I ain mentioned yo' name, is that what all this 'bout?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: T.I.] From summer hill to the hill up him Hollywood (okay) A house full, gettin' to it, you know how we do it Yea we smoke great (great) and we drink good (good) Then we ball hard, just like G'z should Buy what we want, drive what we want G4 up up and away, we go, we fly where we want Haters smile like they like me but they really don't Wish they could just wish me away that what they really want "I really hate his ass","I don't like him either" "We'll do a song together maybe then we can beat him" Somehow he must be stopped, somethin' must be done "If we can't knock him off, let's just try him when he get caught with guns" "And if he really done, 'n' we really won" "Anymore ideas, (I got somethin') suggestions anyone" "How 'bout we stay up all night, on the blog sites" "Vicious lies 'n' nasty rumors we could all write" But that's alright, let the nerds hate 'Cause in ma face though, the words get ate Hating's hard work, but I just bounce back 'cause God work tell all the haters am back!
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