I'm Straight

(feat. B.G., Pimp C, Young Jeezy)

T.I.
Yeah, yeah, uh, aye! What the fk I gotta worry about now?
nigg* 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 nigg*.. I'ma motherfkin' win
nigg* if all this s**t go out the window right now man
I'm all too familiar with this s**t
My nigg* I'm straight ya dig? Please believe that s**t 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 gotta pack of ice and bubble gum
Junkies hatin' on my stacks, sayin' I'm nuttin but a young
Buck, say, "What?" Then he see me raise up
Just wanna see the little boy wit' nuts exchange old whole face soon
'Cause I spray the nigg*'s whole face up, wet the nigg* 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 nigg* that it's too late for
Hey wait bruh, bet any nigg* 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 cocaine 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*tch (b*tch), 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 nigg* you can just ask me (me)
A little over aggressive, yeah I just might be
But half the in the hood just like me (d*mn!)
You wonder why a nigg* 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' nigg*, I put my life on these beats (YEAH!)
fk 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
d*mn right they gon' hate (geyeah!), 'cause them 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, nigg* want me to speak on some "king" s**t, know what I'm sayin'?
On the cool y'know.. young nigg* T.I. jumped out there
said he was the king of the south
He ruffled a whole lotta ' feathers
But didn't really understand what the nigg* was talkin 'bout
Y'know.. and uh.. so everybody had it twisted but..
me I understood from the get go
That what the nigg* was tryin' to put
in these motherfkin' stupid as* ' 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 s**t you a king!
What these shoulda been tryin' to do was tryin' to get close to the nigg*
And get some understandin' about the type of game
He was tryin' to put in these motherfkin' ' 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*ssy as* out here
Talkin 'bout they this and they that, but they really ain't doin' nothin!
'Cause they motherfkin' paper ain't right
When I see them in the street, they diamonds fake! Know what I'm talkin 'bout?
They s**t ain't cut right, ya s**t ain't right!
s**t cloudy and chipped up, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
And them talkin 'bout they "trill "
Don't even know what the motherfkin' 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 as*
Tryin' to come on the scene later on and tryin' to take glory for some s**t
Some other 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 as* that ain't down wit' the play
Move on to the side, all you old school rappers like 'Pac say
You flabby, lookin' like Larry Holmes
BACK YO' b*tch as* 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 s**t!