T.I.: No no no

(Jae Millz)Yea . . . you know we had to do this right hereAll hoods, stand upAll rude bwoys(Cam'Ron)It's the remix, Killa, Dip SetHarlem, mo say, chrome holla at me(Verse)Doggy I seldom stunt, but got some pell 'em stuntsCall 'em dunts, tell them hoes go sell them cuntsRoll hella blunts, and I'm only gonna tell you once (No, No, No...)So you should tell a friend, to tell a friend, to tell a bitchTele-a-thon, telescope, televise, can tell I'm richCause I sell my bricks, call hoes pultry that smell like fish, bitchYou rockin' Dada Dot, me I keep a Prada boxAk', gotta rock the rocks, now I got the rock of Roc's (Minimum)And I cop a top, ak chop a glock, suede, beige, knock a knockSystem in the drop of drops, get the mobstered moppedGet the poppas popped, top a top, shot the pawnDog, they'll be shotters shot, I done shot a lotShot the nine, shot the rock, sure shot, shot for sureBut I'm secure, no security, killa keep glocks and foursPlus blocks of raw, probably popped your whoreBut I'm not for sure, bitch wanna hop aboardHit up the docks and shores (No, No, No...)(T.I.)[T.I][I know you niggaz sick] I know y'all hate this shit here man,[I know you niggaz sick now ]I know they hate this pimp [Throw up nigga]AY, Iknow these ho niggas hate to see the real niggaz on top ya know wha' i'm sayin [iffya hatin then get on ya job nigga]Fake it until you make it niggaIf I wanted to be me as long as you wanted to be I'd hate me too nigga, you know,King of da Muhfuckin' South Nigga, if ya don't like it:KILL YA SELF!(Verse)It's your decision, we can do it however you want toFight or shoot it out, look the choices is on youYour crew could swindle a lame, but the gangstas ya don't foolYoung pimpin' wont lose nigga (No, no, no...)We can beef if you choose, but if you comparing the crewsIf we ever meet in public, we gotcha for keepin' ya jewelsKeep your raps on the beats . . . and talkin in da interviewCause damn...what you wanna do nigga? (No, no, no...)Well I suggest you invest in vests and count your blessingsKeep that smith and wessun, heckler kotch, whatever you gotCause what I come with too heavy to cock, clearing the blockNiggas beg me to stop and i'm like (No, no, no...)Ain't this what you niggaz wanted to get, you wanted what TIP get?Get hit up in your stomach then get hit for runnin' ya lipsSpit each and everyone in the clip, and one in your whipAmbulence can waste a trip (Ay, you can come if you want to man)Combat time, was flat lined, to back grimeNigga runnin' actin' like a Nissan and Pathfinder (Sfffmmmm)When the lead flyin' it's bed time, the head lyin'The paper in the morning saying (No, no, no...)(Jae Millz)Yo I been spittin, been gifted, been crazy flowWize, been attent, shit you can call me BenjaminBrethren, I don't ball with dopesAnd you can call me anything you want, just don't call me broke (No, no, no...)Most hated, M to the izz H phenomenalGet up and one'll stretch, direct through your abdominalI'm warning you, stop your blood clot cryin'Stop lyin' cause theres no stop in dyin' (No, no, no...)Picture me passing my chain, or getting smacked by a lameThat's like runnin' up on Father Zeek, and Matches LaneIt just dont sound right, I get your team devouredSo don't even TINK about it (No, no, no...)you just a server shorty, I'll leave ya king stunI'm a king son, in Kingston, I bling dumbOnly rapper you seen walkin' icey in the terrordomeHolla back, how real is that (No, no, no...)No I don't wanna stop, I gotta 'em sickSo I'mma keep going, keep flowin'Benz backin' up so I'ma keep rollin' bentAnd I'm stilla heavy spitter, plus I'm good with the pitbullThe tech missiles and the heavy hittersSUCKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS(Jae Millz)Those my peoples, N Y CKilla, Dip SetThey know, T.I. grand hustleWhat upThey know who I amJae Millz, call me whatever, just don't call me brokeWanna WHAT!?