T.I. - Music For The Gangstas lyrics

[Intro: Pharrell Williams/DJ Drama] The yellows is real The whites is clean, y'know what I'm sayin'? The blues is monster, I mean it's... The Laffy Taffy chain, haha y'know what I'm sayin'? When I rock it, start laughin' In My Mind's coming soon But in the meantime we have some other sh** to handle Skateboard P been paying a lot of dues And I don't know if y'all n***as been paying attention Well if not, this is what I'mma do for 'em DJ Drama, AMG This that music for the gangsta Star Trak Ill [Verse 1: Pharrell Williams] This that music for the most realest Blow dealers who by the way I most feel us Surrounded by gold rillas Yeah, it's Skateboard Over trap or die From Virginia AKA... It's Skateboard Over trap or die It's Skateboard Over trap or die This that music for the most realest Blow dealers who by the way I most feel us Surrounded by gold rillas, yeah It's Skateboard Open trap or die From Virginia AKA Hustler's Paradise But don't get it twisted they be kidnappin' guys Caught you slippin' your fault, the un-mastered eye The only mathematic, is drug traffa-ic Get it cook it cut it, n***a then wrap it quick Get yourself a white one get your man a matching six The white is calling "Hip-hop", but they can't rap or lick n***as tryna case 'em, the Feds is tryna chase 'em But they got it all designed like the mind of a Mason Fresh Ice Creams I know you ain't plan to fall Turn that white tee red like Santa Claus It's almost sacrilegious, the way they practice business We call it package-risen the way that drug wakes up the dead Just for sports cars, lipstick red On chrome deep dishes, the face of the rim is red like sweetest fishes Put the car and the rims together and get the sweetest kisses Clear your head for a second, leave the weed restricted I know you think I'm rappin' fly but I know n***as that rap and fly Why, I rap in fly jets bangin' that trap or die I'm a great rapper, right? [Verse 2: Young Dro] Young Dro, check it Young Dro, aye I could turn time a day back I could whip open brain Maybach Play that, I am a Yugoslavia k**er German bricks I am a Yugoslavia k**er, paink**er Blue green chevy, navy seal marine ready Dope chain color spaghetti You know, off white, move the yay Fly first super great .45 caliber to your chest, super pray Fruit whips, deuce trey, doctor blow my roof away Chopper in each torpedo, doctor blow your roof away I hustle where I used to stay (I ain't gon ?) Ice white grape White grape jays Light grey [?] Spice AKs Dice for eight days Ocean black waves Ocean green Jaguar Photo black 'yays Told her black Day's Mercedes 900 n***a f** a 500 Big rocks in my ear look like mustard time don't it Oh that rhyme don't it Gotta believe us Frigerator rocks I was born in the freezer aye, I was born in the freezer [Verse 3: T.I.] Clips fully loaded, and the Jesus stacks You can keep the baking soda, ain't no need for that Cook crack money fast, off-white money long Ballin' boy home till all the money gone .40 cal leave you numb like you bumped your funny bone The f** you laughing for it ain't a damn thing funny holmes We living the dangerous life I could show you the skull and bones Smooth as Frank Sinatra but gangster like Al Capone And all the sh** that we done, whether we proud of it or not Speaking loud of it or not I take a scoop out the block and then drop it into the pot Distribute it to the block, its easy believe it or not n***as come all shapes and sizes With pistols and even the modest Plain to see eagles shot But nobody speaking to cops The seized the gun dropped, squeeze but none stopped We miss them, double back and and k** them all in one wop n***a