T.I. - Jackin' For Beats lyrics

[T.I.] Keep my name out your mouth, I done said it befo' Cause all them games I ain't 'bout, tell whoever you know Befo' I pull this thang out, aim it dead at ya throat Or bring the rifle out the house and put ya head in the scope Pimp I'm trained for the drama shawty ready to go See me hangin' out the hummer spittin' seventy mo' You was talkin' 'bout a drought, I was peddlin' snow And I doubt you'd get some blow as cheap as I'm sellin' it fo' Hey I'm a G, what I'm worried 'bout a felony fo'? When I get free bet I'll be ballin' hard as ever befo' I got some chevy's but a benz what I'm usually in n***as hatin' on my crew I'll put a few in the wind Keep it pimpin' till the end, while you choose to pretend Shot a video in the pen and I'll do it again Made news nationwide from eleven to ten Headline CNN Peter Jennings and friends n***a, I'm so cool, been doing this since the old school You turn into a gangsta when your vocals hit the Pro Tools Ha! Look at him man So don't get it confused, you don't know that dude I'm hardcore no gold teeth, no tattoos If you don't want no beef n***a don't act rude I got a 4-4 fo' yo' attitude We can talk or shoot it out, whatever you choose Have it back in the county blues on the TV news Only two rules when you walk in my shoes One: Take no sh**, number two: don't lose I'm throwed off, plum fool n***a loose in my screws Ima pa** my patna the tool leave you wet as a pool Lames get it misconstrued, g's you dont fool I know bustin' a grape is somethin' you won't do Super cool, nothin' to prove I been bustin' them rugers and givin' you busters the blues Since you were s**ers in school Hey, this is a situation you gon' wish you never pursued You wanna push me? p**y n***a do what you do You think trappin' just in my flows? n***a au contraire Been sellin' blow since I was 12 years old my dear Bustin' calicos just to let 'em know I'm here Choppers in the trunk of every auto I steer When you was in the cla**room try'na pick a career I was sellin' gla**, countin' cash, drinkin' a beer I agree this rap beef sh** is so last year But ask if I'll tear a new hole in your a**? Yeah For flexin' and disrespectin', I don't play about that But no mo' questions, I ain't got sh** else to say about that But my sentence'll be finished any day and I'm back n***a Laughin' at you s**a a** hollywood rap n***as Fakin' and they love it but this ain't for the public So in interviews are cued to stay away from the subject I just prove that I'm the truth if you don't like it then f** it We'll just keep it 'tween me you and this pistol I'm bustin', yeaaah p**y n***as ain't f**in' wit' me Cause pistol play in broad day that sh** is nothin' to me You need to pinch yourself n***a cause you livin' a dream And I'm one of the realest n***as that this industry's seen Think of me as John Gotti wit' a PhD Or either Martin Luther King with a G-18 I'm ridin' clean, paint gleamin', blowin' T-H-C For that reason haters wanna alleviate me But I forgive 'em cause I know it ain't that he hate me He just hate his situation hate that he ain't me O.G.s say a lot of them in me they see Cause I'm a scholar no diploma no GED Now T.I.P. ain't sweet just so ya'll know Had to tone it down for ya cause I know ya'll slow n***as tongue wrastle plenty yeah but they all show Spread gossip like hoes 'bout what they don't know Got mo' lies to tell than a n***a in jail All my n***as from the streets I know remember me well From how I used to take a key and put the weight on a scale Now I'm seein' how many mills one record can sell n***a You was on the low discussin' a g When Urban Legend drop we'll see what the discussion'll be Sissy a** n***a, hah!