Jackin For Beats

By T.I.

On Down With The King

Released on 2004

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[Intro: T.I. and DJ Drama]

Ay Drama

What's good my man

You know the streets been fiending for another one of them jackin' for beats, you know

Cuz, niggas wanna hear somebody really spittin' for a change, nah mean

So dig man

Why don't we crank this shit up this year

Man, I already got the beats loaded on the decks, all you gotta do is start rappin', nigga

Let's do it man


[Verse: T.I.]

Ay

Keep my name out your mouth, I done said it befo'

Cause all them games I ain't 'bout, tell whoever you know

Before I pull this thang out, aim it dead at ya throat

Or bring the rifle out the house and put ya head in the scope

Pimp I'm trained for the drama shawty ready to go

See me hangin' out the hummer spittin' seventy mo'

You was talkin' 'bout a drought, I was peddlin' snow

And I doubt you'd get some blow for cheap as I'm sellin' it fo'

Hey I'm a G, what I'm worried 'bout a felony fo'?

When I get free bet I'll be ballin' hard as ever befo'

I got some Chevy's but a Benz what I'm usually in

Niggas hatin' on the crew, I'll put a few in the wind

Keep it pimpin' till the end, while you choose to pretend

Shot a video in the pen and I do it again

Made news nationwide from eleven to ten

Headline CNN, Peter Jennings and friends, nigga,

I'm so cool, been doin' this since the old school

You turn into a gangsta when your vocals hit the Pro Tools

Ha! Look it here man (Gangsta Grillz, you bastard)

So don't get it confused, you don't know that dude

I'm hardcore, no gold teeth, no tattoos

If you don't want no beef, nigga don't act rude

I got a fofo fo' yo' attitude now we can

Talk or shoot it out, whatever you choose

Have it back in the county blues on the TV news, it's only

Two rules when you walk in my shoes

One: Take no shit, number two: don't lose

I'm throwed off, plum fool nigga loose in my screws

I'ma pass my patna the tool, leave you wet as a pool

Lames get it misconstrued, G's you don't fool, I know

Bustin' a grape is somethin' you won't do

Super cool, nothin' to prove, I been bustin' them rugers and givin' you busters the blues since you was suckers in school

Hey, this a situation you gon' wish you never pursued

You wanna push me? Pussy nigga do what you do

You think trappin' just in my flows? Nigga au contraire

Been sellin' blow since I was 12 years old my dear

Bustin' calicos just to let 'em know I'm here

Choppers in the trunk of every auto I steer

When you was in the classroom tryna pick a career

I was sellin' glass, countin' cash, drinkin' a beer

I agree this rap beef shit is so last year

But ask if I'll tear a new hole in your ass? Yeah

For flexin' and disrespectin', I don't play about that

But no mo' questions, I ain't got shit else to say about that

But my sentence'll be finished any day and I'm back, nigga

Laughin' at ya sucka ass Hollywood rap niggas

Fakin' and they love it but this ain't for the public

So in interviews I choose to stay away from the subject

I just prove that I'm the truth if you don't like it then fuck it

We'll just keep it 'tween me you and this pistol I'm bustin', yeaaah

Pussy niggas ain't fuckin' (haa) wit' me

Cause pistol play in broad day that shit is nuttin' to me

You need to pinch yourself nigga

Cause ya livin' a dream and I'm one of the realest niggas that this industry seen

Think of me as John Gotti wit' a PhD

Or either Martin Luther King with a G-18

I'm ridin' clean, paint gleamin', blowin' T-H-C

For that reason haters wanna alleviate me

But I forgive 'em cause I know it ain't that he hate me

He just hate his situation hate that he ain't me

O.G.s say a lot of them in me they see

Cause I'm a scholar, no diploma, no GED

Now T.I.P. ain't sweet just so ya'll know

Had to tone it down for ya cause I know ya'll slow

Niggas tongue wrestle plenty yeah but they all show

Spread gossip like hoes 'bout what they don't know

Got mo' lies to tell than a nigga in jail

All my niggas from the streets I know remember me well

From how I used to take a key and put the weight on a scale

Now I'm seein' how many mills one record could sell, nigga

You was on the low discussin' a G (I heard you nigga)

When Urban Legend drop we'll see what the discussion'll be

Sissy ass nigga, ([?] is over) hah!

Bankhead!