ACT I: T.I.P. LYRICS
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(3 Grammy Nominations)
(With the 2nd highest debut on the hip-hop)
(If you look left there's a monkey next)
(Sentenced to probation)
(Philant Johnson, gunned down)
(In a hail of gun...)
(Suffered a miscarriage)
(ATL opens with a)
(Featuring the acting debut of rapper T.I.)
Man, I didn't sign up for this shit
Lost my partner, lost my life, homes
Man fuck this shit, I'm done.
Hey, Listen homes, get Atlantic on the phone
Go and call em, have 'em tell Craig, Julie, Kevin Carvel, I need to holla at em.
First you gotta let 'em know I'm tired of rappin'
For the money, ever since Phil died I ain't happy.
Hey what's happenin'? We under new operations
Though we're Ready For Whatever we like cooperation
Better listen when I'm talkin' throwed off, I ain't patient
I'm'a tell you what, yeah, start countin' shell cases
Don't mean to scare you, but this bullshit is irritatin'
I'm'a tell you like it is shawty, I ain't finna play
I feel another K comin' round the corner anyday
I know the consequences, I'm the same nigga anyway
It's way more important what I'm finna say
Do what I say I ain't droppin' shit 'til 2028.
(What the fuck if he comes on 20 for 28?)
(He said the year 2028 fuckin moron)
And listen, guys wanna be hot shit
It's T.I.P. from here on out, fuck that T.I. shit
Give a damn what that nigga got to say 'bout this
Yeah, I think it's best you just stay outta this
Don't be emailin' no itineraries, I won't get it
Ya best bet: just holla when they fuel the jet.
Tell Sidney ain't no photo shoot and I ain't interviewin'
Refuse, now be a sucker bitch the shooter doesn't move.
(If you cash that check, then you be spendin our money)
You right about that honey, thanks for doin' that for me.
And speakin' of money. You can always buy me out, but the price high
I ain't another T.I. nigga, no more Mr. Nice Guy.
(Listen kid, understand me here, this is Lyor Cohen)
(You better treat this company with some respect)
(You better not be playin' with my muthafuckin' money)
Oh, I gotcha muthafuckin' money, partner, but I ain't playin'
You got any sense, you'll do what the fuck I say, I say no goddamn albums
And that ain't no threat, that's a muthafuckin' promise, Jack.
Come and see me if you want it, get it like the Red Cross, nigga.
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