OMB Peezy - I'm Straight lyrics

(feat. B.G., Pimp C, Young Jeezy) [T.I.] Yeah, yeah, uh, aye! What the f** I gotta worry about now? n***a 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? Ahah! Nah n***a.. I'ma motherf**in' win n***a if all this sh** go out the window right now man I'm all too familiar with this sh** My n***a I'm straight ya dig? Please believe that sh** man. Hey! [echoes] [Chorus I: T.I.] 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 straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt 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 straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt [T.I.] 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 bubble gum Junkies hatin' on my stacks, sayin' I'm nuttin but a young Buck, n***az say, "What?" Then he see me raise up Just wanna see the little boy wit' nuts exchange old n***az whole face soon 'Cause I spray the n***a's whole face up, wet the n***a 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 n***a that it's too late for Hey wait bruh, bet any n***a came from that? Who lose it all the day, I bet he say he changed from that [Chorus II: T.I.] Hey you can keep the game and the fame, the haters and the lames Just gimme some c**aine and some wood I can slang And I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt 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 straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt [B.G.] 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 [Chorus I] [Young Jeezy] Snowman b**h (b**h), I ride two-seaters (vroom!!) It's a cold world, so I keep two heaters (geyeah!) I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt, you betta ask somebody (body) Matter fact n***a you can just ask me (me) A little over aggressive, yeah I just might be But half the n***az in the hood just like me (damn!) You wonder why a n***a talk eight balls all day? You should try standin' around wit' eight balls all day (YEEEAAAHHH!!) Somebody pray for me, I don't know nothin' else (AYE!) 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' n***a, I put my life on these beats (YEAH!) f** bein' broke, this a reality check (check) While you mad at ya girl, ya betta check reality (AHAH!) Gotta crawl 'fore you walk, you gotta think before you talk Damn right they gon' hate (geyeah!), 'cause them n***az aren't straight (AHAH!) [Chorus II] [Pimp C - talking after song ends] Say what it do? Young Pimp C know what I'm talkin 'bout? Yeah, n***a want me to speak on some "king" sh**, know what I'm sayin'? On the cool y'know.. young n***a T.I. jumped out there said he was the king of the south He ruffled a whole lotta n***az' feathers But n***az didn't really understand what the n***a was talkin 'bout Y'know.. and uh.. so everybody had it twisted but.. me I understood from the get go That what the n***a was tryin' to put in these motherf**in' stupid a** n***az' 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 sh** you a king! What these n***az shoulda been tryin' to do was tryin' to get close to the n***a And get some understandin' about the type of game He was tryin' to put in these motherf**in' n***az' 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' p**y a** n***az out here Talkin 'bout they this and they that, but they really ain't doin' nothin! 'Cause they motherf**in' paper ain't right When I see them in the street, they diamonds fake! Know what I'm talkin 'bout? They sh** ain't cut right, ya sh** ain't right! sh** cloudy and chipped up, know what I'm talkin 'bout? And them n***az talkin 'bout they "trill n***az" Don't even know what the motherf**in' 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 a** n***az Tryin' to come on the scene later on and tryin' to take glory for some sh** Some other n***az paid dues for, know what I'm talkin 'bout? So this is what is.. we bringin' Georgia and Texas together All you ol' b*tch ASS ni**aS that ain't down wit' the play Move on to the side, all you old school rappers like 'Pac say You n***az flabby, lookin' like Larry Holmes BACK YO' b*tch 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 sh**!