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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
T.I.
T.I.
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Clifford Harris, Jr.
Clifford Harris, Jr.
Songwriter:in
Lavell Crump
Lavell Crump
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
T.I.
T.I.
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
David Banner
David Banner
Produzent:in
Jason Geter
Jason Geter
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Kori Anders
Kori Anders
Mischtechniker:in
Mike Caren
Mike Caren
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Nico Solis
Nico Solis
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Ray Seay
Ray Seay
Mischtechniker:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Five, four, three, two
One, you done when I see you
[Verse 2]
Five, four, three, two
One, you done when I see you
Five, four, three, two
One, run, you done when I see you
Five, four, three, two
One, you done when I see you
Five, four, three, two
One, run, you done when I see you
[Verse 3]
Hey, what it is, the king back in the building
Still stacking and building, you still rapping to children
Jeopardizing your deals, balling, buying your wheels
Like it's back when we was little and it's still time to kill
Quit displaying your skills, way underpaying your bills
Spent a day in the Ville, so how you saying you're real?
**** could never live how I live, you ain't deserving
My lifestyle's urban, never met me in person
[Verse 4]
Just my bread suburban, in a red suburban
On twenty-fours, twenty hoes giving head, so I'm swerving
Fuck boys pissed they pants, scared nervous
I'm shellshocked, black eye, like I been in the service
Clean cut and preserved, but I told George Gervin
The closest thing your ho seen to picture perfect
The rolls gold king, my ring tight as a virgin
You dream, I stop 'fore I seen the top, ****
[Verse 5]
Five, four, three, two
One, you done when I see you
Five, four, three, two
One, run, you done when I see you
Five, four, three, two
One, you done when I see you
Five, four, three, two
One, run, you done when I see you
[Verse 6]
I treat the beats like the streets, on 'em I do what I want to
I ain't gotta confront you, I'll kill you if I want to
Roam among monsters, kill homes in front you
That lil' **** swearing he bad, eat him for lunch, too
Funk you ****, Dominique slam dunk you
**** sucker punch down one of you ****
I was being nice at first, now I'm running through ****
Whole crews, not just one or two ****
[Verse 7]
'Cause you ain't representing the south, you just embarrassing
See you on TV in New York, them **** laugh at us
The reason why DJs ain't have a clue I was fabulous
Nowadays, not playing my record, well hell, it's hazardous
All this cussing for some loud discussions out of my character
Busting these **** melons and threatening all of they managers
P S C is Atlanta, so how you playing and handling
Gorillas with bananas without playing and banishing?
King of the south, it was said once, then
Took a while to comprehend, then it all sunk in
On the low did a mil', I ain't done, come again
Room dead, scene fled, 'fore the fed's running in
[Verse 8]
Five, four, three, two
One, you done when I see you
Five, four, three, two
One, run, you done when I see you
Five, four, three, two
One, you done when I see you
Five, four, three, two
One, run, you done when I see you
[Verse 9]
Coming live from the Terra Dome, shining lights on ****
Who got they skirts on tight with mascara on
All I have ever known is 28 in the zone
Gimme a day and it's gone, a brick of yay and it's on
You have never known me to run
'Less I'm gunning at **** domes and running them out they own
Territory, every story got a flip side to it
And your disc ain't shit unless the clique ride to it
[Verse 10]
And I'ma show you how the west side do it
In the A, not Cali, bank heads, Simpson Valley
Every crack and every alley selling crack, every Tom, Dick, and Harry
Every Kim, Sue, and Sally till I tally up
A big enough knot to buy me a yacht
Till then my pistols and my partners really all that I got
I'm not playing at all, I'm spraying 'em all
This K'll chop 'em down to size, 'cause they say that I'm small, man
[Verse 11]
Pussycats can't worry the dog
Keep throwing stones at the throne, I'ma bury you all, man
Know you faggot **** hate that I'm balling
Making thirty K a day and blow it all at the mall
And man, I can't relate to what you rap on stage, ****
'Cause I been selling yay since I was Bow Wow's age, ****
Hear my daddy and my cousin talking to me from the grave
And all they say is, young ****, get paid
[Verse 12]
Five, four, three, two
One, you done when I see you
Five, four, three, two
One, run, you done when I see you
Five, four, three, two
One, you done when I see you
Five, four, three, two
One, run, you done when I see you
[Verse 13]
Five, four, three, two
One, you done when I see you
Five, four, three, two
One, run, you done when I see you
Five, four, three, two
One, you done when I see you
Five, four, three, two
One, run, you done when I see you
Written by: C. Harris, L. Crump
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