T.I. - You Ain't Never Gotta Ask lyrics

[Lil' Wayne:] Target practice, baby Only thing is I'm not the shooter I'm the bullet b**h [Verse One: Kanye West] They say your attitude determines your latitude I'm high as a motherf**er - fly as a motherf**er And still the motherf**er you love to hate But can't - because you love what I make Now ain't - that about a b**h That Imma talk sh** until I'm out of hits They don't want to turn they speakers up they claim I ain't deep enough All that talkin' I feed off of - keep it up I'm relaxin' my feet is up - I'm leavin' you haters Like when Shaq left the Lakers just to "Heat" it up I state the stats to stunt - I don't need to front There black history e'ry day - I don't need a month The survey says - by the streets according Kanye's just important as Michael Jordan Was to the NBA when he was scorin' Ralph Lauren was borin' before I wore him and.. [Hook] You ain't neva gotta ask again How we got the world to listen It ain't easy to pretend I know you lost your cool And it starting to come back again Wake and stop it's just the begining You ain't never gotta ask again Baby this is what we do [Verse Two: Lil Wayne] Yeah, what you want And if you strapped, we can trade like the Dow Jones Wet him up Hope he got his towel on I aim at the moon And get my howl on Some n***as cry wolf, i'm on that dry cush And when it comes to that paper i stack books Yeah, You heard what i said I can put you on your feet or put some money on your head Life ain't cheap You're better off dead if you can't pay the fee Shoutout ma n***a fee See every muthaf**a at the door don't get a key You outside lookin in, so tell me what you see Its about money it's bigger than me I told my homies don't k** him bring the n***a to me, yeah Don't miss, you f**in with the hitmen Kidnap a n***a, make him feel like a kid again [Hook] [Verse Three: T.I.] Now, e'rybody wanna be the king of the South When, they ain't runnin a damn thing but they mouth No doubt, it's all good, y'all just statin y'all opinion But in the South and in the hood it's understood without sayin It's a given, and ain't because of what I'm doin for a livin It's, mo' because of what I do and how I'm livin Not to mention when I'm rappin I'm just hurtin n***as feelings (n***as feelings) And still chillin on somethin that's into healing Made provisions for the clique to continue keepin it pimpin Whether crack was in the house or record sales was through the ceiling So say what you want, and do what you please But for fun, I shoot 22's from your shoes to your knees I run a record label and a crew of G's So, n***as'll come and look for you if ya sneeze Or even breathe the wrong way, you better do what the song say And be easy, or else it'll be a long day [Hook] [Verse Four: Jay-Z] They say an eye for an eye, we both lose our sight And two wrongs don't make a right But when you been wrong and you know all along that it's just one life At what point does one fight? (Good question right!) 'Fore you knock the war, try to put your dogs in it Ten-and-a-halfs, for a minute-and-a-half Bet that stops all the grinnin and the laughs When you play the game of life and the win ain't in the bag When your options is none and the pen is all you have Or the block, n***as standin tight, there's limits on the ave Tryin to cop or shot-call theyself cleansin in the cash But can't put they name on paper cause, then you on blast Mr. President, there's d** in our residence Tell me what you want me to do, come break bread with us Mr. Governor, I swear there's a cover up Mr. Governor, I swear there's a cover up