Lyrics: T.I.. T.I. Vs. T.I.P. Hurt.

(feat. Alfa Mega & Busta Rhymes)

[Intro:]
Ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba
You pussy niggas feelin to make me kill one a ya'll

[Chorus:]
Aint a damn thing changed, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt
Better tell em I aint playin
Cuz its all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt
Aint a damn thing changed, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt
Run up on the way hang and bang
Cuz its all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt
You feelin to get hurt, murked, Put em in the dirt, boy you better catch me first [x4]

[Verse 1: T.I.P.]
A lot a pussy niggas talk like brawl, runnin they mouth
That is till I run in they house, put the gun up in they mouth
Tell a nigga talk shit now, and then you know the gun go BLAO
I aint scared of the law, naw
Ima bout to go to war, what it is nigga, win lose or draw
I never get caught murkin yall, cuz it aint wat you do
The question is who saw? Im way too raw
Catch me any day you want, You can think im a player if you want
But that fact still remains that if I got an AK and you don't
Well then playa you gone
Don't get me wrong cuz some niggas wana kill me too (but where they at?)
But it aint bout shit, cuz its very well known where im at
You can catch me in the booth right now if it really like that
Naw nigga let me ho get, I mean the whole shit
The 44 spit, they holla ?oh shit?, you protectin her, then you both hit
You better check your gut cuz you be so sick
Let the chopper leave you wit no dick, Or a plastic bag holdin your shit
Leave six in you, a couple more in the bitch
And I don't miss, cuz im focused

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Alfa Mega]
A lot of niggas might talk loud, act real
But they don't really want this here
Pussy niggas better act right, lay low
We know where ya family live
Trust me you don't want me up in yo crib
Wit a ski mask o,n duct tapin ya kids
You can pray all you want but I don't forgive
You shoulda been doin that before you did what you did
I aint gotta spell it out, pimp you know what it is
Unless incase you are real, you know what it is
Plus I got a hundred goons wit me dressed in black
50 at the front door, 50 at the back
Half got Ks half got Macs
Bring em out bring em out show me where they at
We can do em right here or we can catch em in the trap
Run up on this nigga put a hole in his hat
His brains on the dash and his thoughts in his lap
Dump 50 more in em and tell em to hold that
Lights out, no austa miata, asta la vista, sia nara
E too, no tomorrow, no remorse, and no sorrow
And the next one of yall niggas try me like that
I swear to god im really gon snap

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Right now Ima give ya somethin thatll make a nigga beg please
When the bullet blows by make you feel a little breeze
Drop to ya knees, see the big barrel of the chrome fifth rubber grip handle for the squeeze
I keep a couple of those for the niggas who talk shit when I go to Jacob and I cop that ring
If you tryin to see me ima cock that thing, ima pop that thing, shots gon sting, really?
The nigga by this other truck with me, and, for most of the other niggas stuck with me
Ill tell you something, if you really were smart and you knew better people would probably tell you don't f**k wit me
(Front) if you want motherf**ker you can catch it
Smile on my face even though I got a ratchet
Pop off, police pull me over, belief I gotta compartment if I gotta stash it
Must I just remind yall niggas when I come through knowin ima find yall niggas
Take two, break two, bust so many shots, gunpowder probably blind yall niggas
Ok, See you don't really wanna feel a Mossberg blow
Clap up a nigga then I cap up a nigga, when I finish it'll turn into a observe show
Look, listen, and you better observe yo
[?]-iticism from the glock burn slow
Shitll probably twist you up just a little
And have your body leanin like a quarter past fo
Stay down, better lay down, checkin for a nigga comin n put ya body in the dirt
I don't play bitch, you really need to go the other way even though I got it under my shirt

[Chorus]