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Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
You, pussy nigga, finna make me kill one of y'all
Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt, better tell them I ain't playin'
Because it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt
Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt when I pull away, hang and bang
'Cause it all fun and games until somebody get hurt
When you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
A lot of pussy nigga talk like bro, little runnin' their mouth
That is till run in their house, put the gun in their mouth

Tell 'em, "Nigga, talk shit now", they think you know they gonna
I ain't scared of the law, now I'm 'bout to go to war
What it is, nigga? Where you lose your jaw?
I never get caught murkin' y'all 'cause it ain't watcha do
The question is who saw when I'm way to raw?
Catch me any day you want, you can think I'm a playa if you want
But the facts that remain, if I got an AK you don't
Well, then, playa, you gone
Don't get me wrong, pussy niggas wanna kill me too
But this ain't 'bout shit 'cause it's very well known where I'm at
They can catch me in the booth right now if they really like that
Now nigga needing hoe get 'em in the hole, shit
The fo fo is big and all that ole' shit, protect the heart of you, both it
You betta check ya gun 'cause you so sick
If the chopper leave you with no dick
[Incomprehensible] holdin' your shit
At least six of you and a couple more of you bitches
And I don't miss 'cause I'm focused
Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt, better tell them I ain't playin'
Because it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt
Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt when I pull away, hang and bang
'Cause it all fun and games until somebody get hurt
When you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
Boy, you might talk loud, act real but they don't really want this here
Pussy niggas, better act right, lay low, we know where your family live
Trust me, you don't want me up in your grill
With a ski mask on, duct taping your kids
You can pray all you want but I don't forgive
You should have been doin' nothing but what you did what you did
I ain't gotta spell it out, pimp, you know what it is
Where your gangsta, your real man? You know what it is
Plus I got a hundred goons with me dressed in black
Fifty at the front door, fifty at the back, half got k's, half got mags
Bring 'em out, bring 'em out, show 'em where they at
We can do them right here, we can catch them in a trap
Run up on this nigga, put a hole in his hat
Put his brains on the dash in the stalks
He has some dumb fifty more with him and tell them to hold that
Lights out, no hasta manana, asta la vista, sara nara
Y tu, no tomorrow, no remorse and no sorrow
And the next one of y'all, niggas, try me like that
I swear to God, man, I’m really gonna snap
Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt, better tell them I ain't playin'
Because it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt
Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt when I pull away, hang and bang
'Cause it all fun and games until somebody get hurt
When you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
Right now [Incomprehensible] make a nigga beg please
When a bullet goes by probably feel a little breeze, drop to yo knees
I can see the big barrel of the chrome flip
Double grip handle where to squeeze
I keep a couple lit off for the niggas who talk shit
When I go to Jacob and I cop that brain
If he tried to see me I’ma cop that thang
And I’ma pop that thang and the shots gonna stay
The nigga 'bout to set the trunk with me
For the most part, nigga, you’re stuck with me
I'd tell you something if you was really smart and you knew better
People probably tell ya, “Don't fuck with me”
Front if you want, muthafucka, you can catch it
The smile on my face even if I got a rachet
Ah, pop off, police, pull me over, believe I got a compartment
If I gotta stash it, must I just remind ya, niggas when I come through?
Know that I am a find ya, niggas
Take two bust so many shots, come now I'll probably blind y'all, niggas
Now okay, let’s go, see you don't really wanna feel moshpit blow
Crap up a nigga then I cap up a nigga
When I finish then we'll turn it into an ob search, yo
Look, listen and you better observe, yo,
You listening from the bullet that the glock burst slow
Shoulda probably tweaked you up just a little and had your body leanin’
Lookin' like a quarter past four
Stay down better, checkin' for a nigga who can put yo body in the dirt
I don't play bitch, if you really need to go the other way
You know I got it under way, sir
Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt, better tell them I ain't playin'
Because it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt
Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt when I pull away, hang and bang
'Cause it all fun and games until somebody get hurt
When you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first

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Clifford Joseph Harris Jr. (born September 25, 1980 in Bankhead, Atlanta, Georgia), better known by his stage name T.I., and also by his alter ego T.I.P., is a Grammy award winning American rapper, producer, actor, and co-CEO of Grand Hustle Records. In 2001 he released his debut solo album, I'm Serious through Arista Records. Since then he has released 2003's Trap Muzik, 2004's Urban Legend, 2006's King, 2007's T.I. vs. T.I.P, 2008's Paper Trail, and his latest CD No Mercy released December 7, 2010. In March 2009 he was sentenced to one year and one day in prison and ordered to pay a $100,300 fine for felony weapons charges. When released from prison, he will be subject to an audit of his finances, drug counseling, DNA testing, random searches of his property and will not be able to own firearms.

As of October 2008, T.I. has had nine Top 10 Billboard Hot 100 singles, with 3 of them reaching number 1 ("My Love" by Justin Timberlake on which T.I. was featured, "Whatever You Like," & "Live Your Life" featuring Rihanna).

The Love This Life Songfacts reports that Love This Life, the first official single from T.I.'s eighth album, Trouble Man, was released on April 2, 2012 via YouTube.

T.I. is from Bankhead, Atlanta, Georgia and was raised by his grandparents. T.I. explained the origin of his nickname Rubber Band Man, saying, "We used to wear rubber bands to signify how much money, how much blow we had." He was nicknamed "Tip" after his paternal great-grandfather. Upon signing with Arista Records subsidiary LaFace Records in 2001, he shortened his name to T.I. out of respect for label mate Q-Tip.
T.I. has been in a relationship with former Xscape member Tameka "Tiny" Cottle since 2001. Together, they have two sons: King and Major Harris. He has three other children with ex-girlfriend Lashon Dixon: Domani, Messiah and Deyjah. Overall, T.I. has five children.

T.I. was co-executive producer of B.G.'s upcoming album and making beats for artists like Mariah Carey, Cassidy, Rick Ross, Maino, B.o.B., Yung Joc, Young Dro, and himself. He also executive produced the soundtrack to the film Hustle & Flow and released the collection through his record label.

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