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T.i. - Act II lyrics
[Intro: T.I.]
 Mmm, God mm
 What the fuck, what time is it?
 I coulda swore I parked my car (shit)
 [T.I.]
 Ay, light hit my face sun brought the heat 
 Open my eyes see my car parked across the street
 And then it hit me I ain't really slept at all in a week
 Matter fact I don't even remember fallin asleep
 Alantic office claimin J. Geter keep callin the heat
 Is it an emergency or somethin you need to talk to me?
 J said - "I thought you needed to talk to me
 If it's a change made aware I think it ought ta be
 You makin ultimatums now you don't talk to me
 You make shit way worse then it ought ta be
 I ain't arguin on the phone, come talk to me
 I'll be waitin on you dawg at the office, peace"
 Now, thinkin hard as I walk out my house
 What the fuck have I done now, what could he be talkin 'bout?
 I been stayin outta trouble, shit I been on the couch
 Just workin on the album, I was listenin now
 Then, Doug called (ay you spoke to J?)
 Yeah is it somethin I don't know that I was supposed to say?
 All I know before the hour that I awoke today
 Nigga comin with the realest and a joke today
 I'm real close to J, I seen ups and downs hit
 But I ain't never heard him sound the way that he sounded
 Really caught a nigga by surprise, I was astoundedT.i. - Act II - http://motolyrics.com/ti/act-ii-lyrics.html
 He a real cool dude but why he call me clownin?
 [Doug Peterson] + (T.I)
 You sayin you don't know 'bout it? (Know 'bout what?)
 Atlantic Records said you called the office and went nuts
 Makin death threats talkin loud gettin buck
 (Man they said I did what? Folks I'm just gettin up!)
 Say you waitin out your deal 'til you year is up
 You plannin to make away with 20 million bucks
 (You bullshittin me right? Is you serious bruh?)
 Yeah they said you found out the rapper Tip with us
 I talked to Craig, Jules and Kys' a long time
 Long story short they said you done lost ya damn mind
 And I runnin off deep and across ya damn mind
 You crossed the thin line, I'm hearin 'em tell Atlantic
 It's so much shit about ya, they don't give a shit about ya
 Sayin you ain't doin nothin they couldn't have done without ya
 Man you ain't never been hotter, worked a whole lotta 
 years and came up to go way back to the bottom, what
 [repeat to fade]
 Hustle pimp, hustle pimp
 [Outro: T.I.]
 Man, the hell is y'all talkin 'bout? 
 I been in the house all night
 I don't know nothin 'bout that shit man
 I got the album right here!
 Man send this to 'em









