Yea, that’s me, T man,
T.I. dot com bitch,
TIP fuck wit ya boi, hey that is my brotha ladies and gentleman T.I.
And he is the king bitch, don’t get that shit twisted,
And me, I am the best rapper alive ladies and gentleman, hello!
This is the drought 3 and it’s been a minute since I rapped on a Manny Fresh beat,
But uh, I guess I’ll go ahead and show these niggas what to do with one of the beats man
I like my seat down low and my window slightly cracked, ridin wit a bad hoe with her girlfriend in tha back, i like to get real high and i never look back and you don’t wanna try me don’t i look strapped? I come from tha hardest city, ain’t nobody fuckin wit it, i got black and gold soul wit a fresh New Orleans fitted, and a collared polo and a pair of new chucks, Young Money motherfucka, i know you worry about us, Cash Money motherfucker, CMR i trust, never had my jaw brokin but his jaw i’ll bust, and i probably got your girlfriend on my bus, what happens on my bus stays on my bus, and that white widow weed out the jar is a must, if you give me a cigar then a cigar i’ll bust, put that white widow weed in the cigar and puff, look ma i’m tryin to make a porno starring us, well not just us, a couple foreign sluts, yea we make this summer manage twain, ya’ll in? i be with Jim Jones and we be ballin ballin, yea baby we ballin like Rawlins and Spalding, pint of DJ screw and that Hawaiian, i am leaning like 3 legged lion, climbing right to the top of the motherfuckin mountain, counting, i’m gonna need an accountant to count it, Manny got this fuckin beat pounding it’s pounding, but it was just lost until i found it, i found it, stole it like a scoundrel, holly grove hound it, put this bitch to sleep, fucking right i night-gowned it,nigga’s talkin cheap, tell them niggas pipe down bitch, bloods in the building, now everybody soundless,beatin up this track like a motherfuckin round-fist, blind deaf or crazy, i’mma spit like a long kiss, i’m just a martian ain’t nobody else on this planet, see i know this i live by my only, say where my cheese nigga? where my macaroni?, baby i get up in da ass and act a donkey, candy armed candy nigga grippin the grain, see i’m the only fire that can live in the rain, i am so so New Orleans, like 1825 Tulane
Ha ha ha, see you gotta be New Orleans to know what I’m talkin bout, and if you don’t…fuck you
Say what I want, and I don’t want nothin cuz I got everything, bitch.