24S T.i.

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

Money, hoes, cars and clothes

Thats how all my niggaz know

Blowin dro, twenty-fo

Thats how all my niggaz roll



[T.I.]

In a drop top chevy with the roof wide open

My partners looking at me to see if my eyes open

Cause Ive been drankin, and Ive been smokin

Flying down 285 but Im focused

Four fifty fours, I race Porsches

White leather seats, as fresh as Air Forces

Doing bout a hundred but the track still bumping

Number 8 on N.W.A., "Straight Outta Compton"

Pull up at your apartment sitting on 20 somethings

And the dope boys hollin "whats hapnin", kid runnin in

The clicks start dancin and the broads start choosin

And the cars been parked but the rims keep movin

Sign pictures by the hundred, to the youngins in the hood

Cause I aint hollywood, I come from the hood

Im used to it, if your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating

24 inch Daytons got the Chevrolet shaking



[Chorus]



[T.I.]

Ill make a mill and Im satisfied, Ill get the rest

Underaged civilian in the tigthest ride, I want the best

I refuse to get a 9 to 5, Im a flip my kis

Been payin my dues since eighty-nine, trying to get my cheese

Diamonds gleam when Im on the scene, they know its me

Aint no dream or no fantasy (biitch) its T-I-P

Brought busting, like a baby do a blanket

Five karat VVSs on my motherfucking pinkie

Half of Hennessy and Belvedere

What we dranking, pimp squad send for broads

What the hell you niggaz thinkin

Young nigga spendin weekends on the islands in the fall

24 inch rim shining when Im riding cause Im ballin

Im calling out shots like a pool shark

My tools spark in the dark when I fool marks

Yall fools hearts in the wrong place at the wrong time

I got a strong mind to grab my chrome nine

And shoot at your ass for a long time

But Im a get that ass hauled off, fuck around with the click

theyll be lookin for your dick wit a stick

Nigga yall soft, so yall lost, cause Ima ball at all costs

Spit game at a dame, make her ride on this thang

til she falls off and sucks balls off, I got the



[Chorus]



[T.I.]

Im not boucing little shorty, Im relaxing right now

I probably still be trappin if I wasnt rapping right now

Bragging about pistols at the house, I want em strapped right now

Keep on talkin folk, Ill lay you on your back right now

Want ta act right now, get smacked right now

Im a buck a motherfucker, I dont know to back down

Clown down here fakin, frontin

Talkin bout what you makin - nothin

Im 21 and 10 years deep, that shit to me aint nothin

Im raised by the niggaz gettin head from the jays

Lose your leg when I spray, end up dead from the K

Stay ready for the raid, paid heavy from the yae

I told my class to kiss my ass, I smoke 11 everyday



(54th Platoon sample)



[Chorus] - (fades)


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