- Votes:
- Composers:
- Harris
- Clifford J./loftin
- Nicholaus Gerard/jenkins
- Jay W./dorsey
- Christopher Noel
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- cruisin music
- dirty south
- i love clifford
- southern rap
 
- See also:
T.i. - I'm Straight lyrics
Yeah, yeah, what the fuck I gotta worry about now?
 Nigga you think after weatherin' the storm
 And comin' from the extremes I came from
 You think I'ma call all the way and get scared?
 Nah nigga I'ma motherfuckin' win
 Nigga if all this shit go out the window right now man
 I'm all too familiar with this shit
 My nigga I'm straight ya dig? Please believe that shit man hey
 You can keep the car, the clothes, the money and the hoes
 Just gimme a couple of O's, drop me off at the sto'
 And I'm straight hey shawty, I'm straight
 Hey you can keep the dancers and the boppers
 The plexers and the poppers
 Let me fill up my Impala, boy holla at my partners
 And I'm straight hey shawty I'm straight
 I gotta couple of V's wit' the kits, MPV's on my wrist
 A lot of glamour and glit's but shawty I don't need that
 My beginnin' was a humble one, a hustler I'ma son of one
 Taught me how to number run, I went from that to number one
 Had a hundred ones, I bought a slab flipped another one
 Sold my little three eighty east and said I need another gun
 The littlest in the trap, and got it poppin' like some bubblegum
 Junkies hatin' on my stacks, sayin' I'm nuttin' but a young
 Buck, niggaz say, What? Then he see me raise up
 Just wanna see the little boy wit' nuts exchange
 Old niggaz whole face soon
 'Cause I spray the nigga's whole face up
 Wet the nigga from the waist up
 They try you once and you pull a fall
 And then tell 'em shaw' don't play wit 'em
 I'm fourteen in the dope game and don't care of catchin' no case bruh
 You can sell to me, that's intentionally
 Another nigga that it's too late for
 Hey wait bruh, bet any nigga came from that?
 Who lose it all the day
 I bet he say he changed from that
 Hey you can keep the game and the fame, the haters and the lames
 Just gimme some cocaine and some wood I can slang
 And I'm straight hey, shawty I'm straight
 Hey you can keep the clones and the clowns, the throne and the crown
 Well-known in the town that I'm holdin' it down
 So I'm straight hey shawty I'm straight
 Okay now, now when I spit it, I spit it how I live it
 Every verse I ever gave ya, it was fact, nothin' fiction
 I'ma Livin' Legend no stuntin', no reppin'
 You can check my track record, I'm highly respected
 I'ma gangsta in the game, go ask Lil' Wayne
 Ask Judge Johnson, how many times he saw my face
 For, 'pistol here, pistol there,' 'violation here, violation here'
 Betta ask Rank, I ran the jail when I was there
 I held it down, where ever I go
 When I'm in the A wit' the King, or in Detroit in the snow
 I'ma pro, whether it's movin' snow or movin' 'dro
 That's between me and you, I can get it for the low
 But that's nuttin', everybody say they gotta story
 Mine on 'Larry King,' theirs is on 'Maury'
 At the end of the day, it seems to won't go away
 I guarantee The Heart of the Streetz that you pray
 You can keep the car, the clothes, the money and the hoes
 Just gimme a couple of O's, drop me off at the sto'
 And I'm straight hey shawty, I'm straight
 Hey you can keep the dancers and the boppersT.i. - I'm Straight - http://motolyrics.com/ti/im-straight-lyrics.html
 The plexers and the poppers
 Let me fill up my Impala, boy holla at my partners
 And I'm straight hey shawty I'm straight
 Snowman bitch, I ride two seaters
 It's a cold world, so I keep two heaters
 I'm straight, you betta ask somebody
 Matter fact nigga you can just ask me me
 A little over aggressive, yeah, I just might be
 But half the niggaz in the hood just like me damn
 You wonder why a nigga talk eight balls all day?
 You should try standin' around wit' eight balls all day
 Somebody pray for me, I don't know nothin' else
 Why should I help you, when you ain't tryin' to help yourself
 I came in this game, fresh out the streets, yeah
 Who you kiddin' nigga, I put my life on these beats, yeah
 Fuck bein' broke, this a reality check
 While you mad at ya girl, ya betta check reality
 Gotta crawl 'fore you walk, you gotta think before you talk
 Damn right they gon' hate, 'cause them niggaz aren't straight
 Hey you can keep the game and the fame, the haters and the lames
 Just gimme some cocaine and some wood I can slang
 And I'm straight hey, shawty I'm straight
 Hey you can keep the clones and the clowns, the throne and the crown
 Well known in the town that I'm holdin' it down
 So I'm straight hey shawty I'm straight
 Say what it do? Young Pimp C know what I'm talkin 'bout?
 Yeah, nigga want me to speak on some 'king' shit, know what I'm sayin'?
 On the cool y'know young nigga T.I. jumped out there
 Said he was the king of the south
 He ruffled a whole lotta niggaz' feathers
 But niggaz didn't really understand what the nigga was talkin 'bout
 Y'know and uh so everybody had it twisted but
 Me I understood from the get go that what the nigga was tryin' to put
 In these motherfuckin' stupid ass niggaz' faces
 Was the fact that it's a whole bunch of kings down here
 And as long as you takin' care of yo' business
 And doin' king shit you a king
 What these niggaz shoulda been tryin' to do
 Was tryin' to get close to the nigga
 And get some understandin' about the type of game
 He was tryin' to put in these motherfuckin' niggaz' ear holes
 Understand what I'm sayin'?
 So I'm layin' back I'm watchin' the game from the sideline
 Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
 And I'm seein' all these ol' pussy ass niggaz out here
 Talkin' 'bout they this and they that, but they really ain't doin' nothin'
 'Cause they motherfuckin' paper ain't right
 When I see them in the street, they diamonds fake
 Know what I'm talkin 'bout?
 They shit ain't cut right, ya shit ain't right
 Shit cloudy and chipped up, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
 And them niggaz talkin 'bout they trill niggaz'
 Don't even know what the motherfuckin' word mean
 Know what I'm talkin 'bout? This comin' from the O.G. style trill
 Know what I'm talkin 'bout? Not these ol' fake ass niggaz
 Tryin' to come on the scene later on and tryin' to take glory for some shit
 Some other niggaz paid dues for, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
 So this is what is, we bringin' Georgia and Texas together
 All you ol' bitch ass niggaz that ain't down wit' the play
 Move on to the side, all you old school rappers like 'Pac say
 You niggaz flabby, lookin' like Larry Holmes
 Back yo bitch ass up and, and, and, and move around for the south
 'Cause it's our time to shine, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
 Now let's do this shit











