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T.I. - I'm Serious Lyrics (feat. Youngbloodz, Pastor Troy) [talking] This some of that Ghet-O-Vision shit man FUCK these niggaz, WHAT! WHAT! WHAT! (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon) yeah (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon) yeah, uhh Serious mayne... (yeah) This shit gets serious mayne... (I'm tellin ya shawty) Serious mayne... (ah ah, ya ya yea) This shit gets serious mayne... (ah ah, ya ya yea) Serious mayne (ah c'mon, ah ya ya yea) This shit gets serious mayne (aight, let's do it shawty tell 'em) [Hook - 2X] ATTENTION!!! - Let's get serious mayne! ATTENTION!!! - Let's get serious mayne! ATTENTION!!! - Let's get serious mayne! ATTENTION!!! - Ah wha-wha ah what WHAAAT! [T.I.] I'm goin in with funny niggas in the A The killas with the case, and now the niggas with the yea' All my niggas, where ya stay? Westside to Decatur, ah hey-ya, fuck ya wooden eight I lay you down if I got a thirty-shot in my Impala I'm a 3rd bred Bankhead, Roll Park scholar From a house with no father, school - why bother? That's why I call myself the King of the South Well nigga, ah you don't want what I'm break out the house Ah so I, strongly suggest you keep my name out ya mouth Before I, be in ya house tapin ya spouse to the couch And put a, hole in her blouse, I don't play young nigga Remember me from back in the day young nigga One more thing, fuck what you done heard 'bout Atlanta We finna break the standards, rubber bands instead of platinum I'm a hustler, not a rapper We gangstas, y'all some actors We finna turn this chapter, your spot is what I'm after I'm serious!! [Hook - 2X] [J-Bo] See I got the answers to all ya quest-ions (come on) From A-B to C, best learn your less-ons (-ons...) Cuz I'm so damn serious, it'll leave yo' ass stunned In the back and we packin on all who flex-un Like Redrum, it's bloody and ugly, who want some? Now put your middle fingers up until it's all done (it's all done) Cuz we ain't takin much of nothin but bash-un On all who attempt, intentions we blast-un [Sean Paul] I gut 'em, I roll 'em, I smoke 'em, and I pass 'em I serve 'em, deliver, walk up on 'em and blast 'em I'm strong but my niggaz, I'm takin they cash home Then hit the track and get rid of the whole bomb Cuz I'm serious nigga, you gon' feel this nigga Got a, trunk full of work, how you gon' kill this nigga? My niggaz givin out bricks, we can build this nigga If all fail we can 1-0-5 grill this nigga I'm dead serious [Hook - 2X] [Pastor Troy] S-E-R-I-O (uh-huh) U-S (uh-huh) I'm fresh (c'mon) One of the best (uh-huh) there are a couple (c'mon) We did this song last night, I gave 'em trouble (uh-huh) Jumped in my shuttle (uh-huh) and hauled ass (c'mon) Up 85 (yea) with Daytons (c'mon) You wanna blast (c'mon) come get yo' cannon (c'mon) I bet I'll leave yo' punk-ass, where ya standin (uh-huh) While you were plannin (c'mon) see I had plottin (uh-huh) You saw the smoke hoe, hell yeah I shot it (damn right) I'm bustin rockets screamin, "Die nigga, die!" (die nigga) Dont' fuck with D.S.G.B. or T.I. (c'mon) Do you know why, I don't fuck with nobody? (yeah) The same shit, that fucked up John Gotti (yeah) These niggaz watch me, but they don't wanna fuck with us (yeah) We makin 'em hush, we dead-ass serious! [Hook - 4X] [talking] YEEAH!! It's motherfuckin serious in this motherfucker, knahmtalkinbout I'ma tell y'all niggaz like this here (whassup whassup) If it's too hot for yo' ass (uh-huh) Get the fuck out the motherfuckin kitchen, knamtalkinbout (getcha ass out) The boy Lil' Jon, doin this shit with my nigga T.I.! Ghet-O-Vision, Youngbloodz (Ghet-O-Vison hoe!) That boy Pastor Troy (old Troy) It's serious mayne (serious) This shit motherfuckin serious.. (it serious bitch) In the south niggaz, they get motherfuckin serious (real serious) We out this bitch... holla... T.I. - I'm Serious Lyrics (feat. Beenie Man) [T.I.] Ay take a good look at me - Now picture me unhappy No cash and outta fashion, not flashin Picture me doin bad even if I wasn't rappin Picture me even breathe on the mic not snappin I'm fire hot not lukewarm, my arms frozen Picture me in a room full of hoes unchosen Picture me with no P.O. and no 'dro Picture pimps walk with some broads and ain't gettin no 'tho L.A. gone and I ain't gotta deal no mo' (Picture that) A ghetto vision ain't real no mo' (Picture that) Ah T.I.P. ain't work for MIA no mo' He still so-so (picture that) he still po' Nigga picture that, ah matta fact picture T.I.P. Gettin anything other than rich Now can you picture this, young, pompus, African son of a bitch Labelled as anything less than "the shit", I can't see it [Chorus - Beenie Man] Dis bad man you get shot, anyways Bad man nuh tek back chat, no day Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat zigga, zigga We always gonna stay 'pon top always Dis bad man you get shot, anyways Bad man nuh tek back chat no day Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat zigga, zigga We always gonna stay 'pon top, always [T.I.] Pull up in a blue coupe that's damn near clear And Polo gear that won't drop 'til next year Be like this here, Cartier frames and Pierre Jouet wristwear T.I.P. your majesty's right c'here Notice when I came the dames disappeared, ya lames listen here To play me, ba-by, hey he, gone need a track from God featuring Jesus or Jay-Z Go on floss; ball where it cost Smile for the cameras, take your shirts off Y'all niggas actin, take ya skirts off Hoppin bomb-ass nigga and he ain't wanna work boss I'm gettin sick and tired off these phony rendetions Wonder why I don't consider them no competition There's no vision - lil' ambition How I feel about these niggas, and my word, are ya kiddin? [Chorus] [T.I.] Some niggas wonder what my goal is They think it's goin gold havin hoes sweatin me Fuck that, I'm in it for the longevity Picture me as one of the greatest that'll ever be Compare me to, Tupac, B.I.G., and Jay-Z Work with legends like, Organo, I.Z., and J.D. Neptunes, they even flow on one of Dre's beats Fly to Miami, chill with Luke and we can trade freaks I freak shows, just peep hoes under shade trees Huh, but KP say just keep it top-notch And make sure that the club is jumpin like it's hop-scotch Floss rocks and in the summer keep the top dropped Ten thousand dolla work for clo', when I go shop In the Apollo on them 'boes so the hoes jock Especially when I rock that linen suit with no socks In Polo skippers, they undo zippers, and they shows cock, to show shot shit Bitch, I'm serious [Chorus] [Beenie Man] Well it's a Neptunes sound (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Zagga-zagga-za, na-na-na-na-na (T.I.P.) Whoa na-na-na-na (Beenie Man) (Zagga-za-za-za, Oh we dat shit) An a ziggi-ziggi-zagga (Bad man sittin) Straight from Jamaica (Alright lemme give this to ya) Alright lemme tell them somethin (See it's goin down) |
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