T.I. - No, No, No (Remix) lyrics

(Jae Millz) Yea . . . you know we had to do this right here All hoods, stand up All rude bwoys (Cam'Ron) It's the remix, k**a, Dip Set Harlem, mo say, chrome holla at me (Verse) Doggy I seldom stunt, but got some pell 'em stunts Call 'em dunts, tell them hoes go sell them c*nts Roll hella blunts, and I'm only gonna tell you once (No, No, No) So you should tell a friend, to tell a friend, to tell a b**h Tele-a-thon, telescope, televise, can tell I'm rich Cause I sell my bricks, call hoes pultry that smell like fish, b**h You rockin' Dada Dot, me I keep a Prada box Ak', gotta rock the rocks, now I got the rock of Roc's (Minimum) And I cop a top, ak chop a Glock, suede, beige, knock a knock System in the drop of drops, get the mobstered mopped Get the poppas popped, top a top, shot the pawn Dog, they'll be shotters shot, I done shot a lot Shot the nine, shot the rock, sure shot, shot for sure But I'm secure, no security, k**a keep Glocks and fours Plus blocks of raw, probably popped your who*e But I'm not for sure, b**h wanna hop aboard Hit up the docks and shores (No, No, No) (T.I.) I know these ho n***as hate this, I know this n***as hate this Fake until you make it n***a If I wanted to be me as long as wanted to be I'd hate me too n***a, you know (Verse) It's your decision, we can do it however you want to Fight or shoot it out, look the choice is on you You could swindle a lame, but the gangstas ya don't fool Young pimpin' won't lose n***a (No, no, no) We can beef if you choose, but if we comparing the crews If we ever meet cha, we gotcha for keepin' ya j**els Keep your raps on the beats . . . and the talkin and keep talkin Cause is that what you wanna do n***a (No, no, no) Well I suggest you invest in vests and count your blessings Keep that smith and wessun, heckler cotch, whatever you got Cause what I come with too heavy to co*k, clearing the block n***a beggin' me to stop talkin' bout (No, no, no) Ain't this what you n***as wanted to get, wanted with Tip? Get hit up in your stomach then get hit for runnin' ya lips Spit each and everyone in the clip, and one in your whip Ambulence just wasted a trip (Come if you want to man) Combat time, was flat lines, to back grime n***a runnin' actin' like a Nissan and Pathfinder (Sfffmmmm) When the lead flyin' it's bed time, the head lyin' The paper in the morning saying (No, no, no) (Jae Millz) Yo I been spittin, been gifted, been crazy flow Wize, been attent, sh** you can call me Benjamin Brethren, I don't ball with dopes And you can call me anything you want, just don't call me broke (No, no, no) Most hated, M to the izz H phenomenal Get up and one'll stretch, direct through your abdominal I'm warning you, stop your blood clot cryin' Stop lyin' cause theres no stop in dyin' (No, no, no) Picture me pa**ing my chain, or getting smacked by a lame That's like runnin' up on Father Zeek, and Matches Lane It just dont sound right, I get your team devoured So don't even TINK about it (No, no, no) You just a server shorty, I'll leave ya king stun I'm a king son, in Kingston, I bling dumb Only rapper you seen walkin' icey in the terrordome Holla back, how real is that (No, no, no) No I don't wanna stop, I gotta 'em sick So I'mma keep going, keep flowin' Benz backin' up so I'ma keep rollin' bent And I'm stilla heavy spitter, plus I'm good with the pitbull The tech missiles and the heavy hitters su*kAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS (Jae Millz) Those my peoples, N Y C k**a, Dip Set They know, T.I. grand hustle What up They know who I am Jae Millz, call me whatever, just don't call me broke Wanna WHAT!?