- Votes:
- Composers:
- Harris
- Clifford J./davis
- Aldrin/st. Clair
- Gary/o'brien
- Timothy M.
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- dirty south
- piano
- rap
- south
 
- See also:
T.i. - Be Easy lyrics
Ay, where the piano at Shawty?
 Y'all ain't never seen a dope boy play the piano
 And rap at the same time, have you?
 I'ma show you somethin', dig this
 I'm 22 and a vet in the game
 Say I'm super coo', still a threat at the same
 Time, rhyme bout the times I invested in 'caine
 Pleasure and pain in every aspect of the game
 I'm the answer to yo prayers if you prayin' for change
 So, I dare you compare us and say we the same
 When I'm, climbin' the ladder, they stuck in the same
 Mind frame, they accomplishments are nothin' to gain
 Eventually, see I'm outta yo range
 Except this rose gold glow from my wrist and my chain
 I entertain young niggaz who slang
 Like a picture, no frame, see it's simple and plain
 My shit bang, spit flames, put niggaz to shame
 Flow so insane, lyrics stick in yo brain
 Now you can't, mention my city unless you mention my name
 T I P I M P, I'm the man
 Ay, be easy, you don't want no trouble with me
 Just be easy, the drama ain't nothin' to me
 Ay, be easy, before you have problems just breathe
 Ay, be easy, you ain't worth dyin', believe me
 Just be easy, you don't want yo mama to grieve
 Be easy, well mind yo business, don't bother the G
 Be easy, swear you stuntin' but you frontin' to me
 Be easy, behind the scenes or behind yo?
 Ay, be easy
 Kissin' ass when I came to leave
 Set the standard for Atlanta, rearranged the lead
 Okay, so what the fuck is fame to me?T.i. - Be Easy - http://motolyrics.com/ti/be-easy-lyrics.html
 I been plottin' since kindergarten, you'z a lame to me
 I give the niggaz what they came to see
 A reflection of one self where they aim to be
 As you can see it ain't no change in me
 And you won't meet another nigga off the chain as me
 I'm so fly, no lie, don't deny it, ya feel it
 So inspired by my style, decided to try it yo'self
 Bet you won't, meet nobody ranked as high as myself
 The checks you waitin' on, homes, I can sign them myself
 Tote gats, dro smoked that, now I'm high
 Seats way back in the Maybach I ride
 Through the streets of the Westside, I slap five
 And throw dubs, show love, nigga hate me nah
 Ay, be easy, you don't want no trouble with me
 Just be easy, the drama ain't nothin' to me
 Ay, be easy, before you have problems just breathe
 Ay, be easy, you ain't worth dyin', believe me
 Just be easy, you don't want yo mama to grieve
 Be easy, well mind yo business, don't bother the G
 Be easy, swear you stuntin' but you frontin' to me
 Be easy, behind the scenes or behind yo?
 Ay, be easy
 What it is pimp? T.I.P., Trap Muzik, understand that?
 Grand Hustle pimp, ay, wus hattnin' Toomp?
 Let's ride out homie, what it is mayne?
 P and C, Pimp Squad Click, Shawty
 Uh, uh, A-Town, stay down
 Keep it pimpin', pimpin'
 Ay, be easy
 Ay, be easy
 Ay, be easy
 Ay, be easy













