T.I.Fuckin' Around

[Chorus] Y'all niggaz keep fuckin around Fuckin around, fuck around get stuck in the ground I ain't no bustas, y'all niggaz better stop fuckin wit me [Kase 1] I hit the clown in the dirt Jump on the top wit a drop that nigga down in the dirt The first nigga quick to get it first Call the paramedic's cause the police be stealing from the hearse I aim it at ya hat when I burst If I don't get a Grammy I'm headed at the rat niggaz first And I'm back full of perk strap on the curb Slap that bitch on the third Nigga done caught wit a slur Can't see shit but a blur Crank up that Chevy let her purr We all from the curve Bitch niggaz runnin up nerve I ain't gon' let you die And I tag a man Said you runnin from the hood and I'm Pakistan Bitch I'm a motherfuckin jacka man And understand when the motherfuckin crack is staying [Chorus] [Trick Daddy] Y'all motherfuckers better run cause we got bombs Plus we got guns that take off arms Got a 4.4 that shoot the door and got buck loads of that 84 And like John Doe, hit ya city start killing every nigga who ain't feelin this rhyme And ain't feelin this vibe To many niggaz goose necking my ride But o.k. My A.K. fully Y'all niggaz watch how you step to me And y'all young niggaz back the fuck up And don't make me act the fuck up Cuz it a another war I'll kill every motherfucker that y'all know That's yo ma, pa, sister n law Yo daddy, yo dog and yo hoe Now I ain't claim to be a saint And no gotdamn serial killer I just wanna know my nigga what made you disrespect a nigga What you thought I was buster, sucker, a rapper or actor Nigga rat to the cracker yep they'll protect ya but one day fuck nigga I'm gon catch ya [Chorus] [Young Jeezy] Been got my B's got my cheese Fuck nigga you don't play wit G' Cock back aim and squeeze Now ya ass on the ground wit the trees My ole boy didn't raise no snitch My ole girl didn't raise no bitch You outta line I'll kill you bitch Now put that shit on my chick Man I pull bout 26 bitches Gotta perk shit 26 inches On the concrete nigga Gotta lace on the concrete nigga At least when I rap a lot Break down o's in the trap a lot Fuck nigga I got crip for days Slip n Slide wit dem boys from Dade 305 to the 404, G shit we'll take ya hoe Look dog we'll take ya bricks Fuck you nigga I hope it's worth it Spray ya ass like a job from perfect Gay man suck a dick A-T-L, Dade County and Trick [Chorus] [T.I.] Y'all suck ass niggaz keep playin wit me Fuck around see me wit A.K. in the streets Start bussin makin motherfuckers lay in the streets All cause of what a nigga say on the beat Look I'ma G that's sayin the least From trappin to sprayin the heat to wearin the key Instead of all that attention you were payin to me You should have been mindin ya business and keepin it pimpin But I know most niggaz ain't built like that Just know old niggaz get killed like that You don't wanna fuck around wit Tip like that Look Flip when the body bag zip that's that Niggaz wanna talk shit and cock deuce Wit this fully automatic Mack 10s start shootin So you can run hide and tell lies if you want to But when I fuck around and run up on you what you gon' do
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