you see me pledge allegiance to the swag Pledge allegiance to the swag [x8] [Verse 1: T.I.] Ay, I do my thang you don't know Off the motherfuckin' chain
made them things Now, put your sacks in the air if you represent your clique Money in the air if you ever hear the lick, baby Wave your hands in the air
chain I say get up! I came to bring you that California love And a lil' New York hatin' it's all of the above I'm not playin' I'm sayin' I'm off the chain
the gear, it's the flare, it's the stare Nowadays they'll shoot you where they used to shoot the fair Remember the lost soldiers, pour a beer, shoot the air
mind that we're in The situation feels great My man peels weight, so he can fill plates You might get love but you still feel hate Through and chain
but they, squad their planets Where they go? Right here Which one? Right here Nice hair, nice gear Nike, nice square As she still wait for me to get up in the air
pumpin Music so loud in here you scare somethin D doogg where you at let me here somethin Right here in my No Limit gear hands in da air To all my younggins
his ankle you could see his gun Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum To check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the blonde Caesar Vetacini summer gear
raped up, becoming wiped out Where are we all going? We're just blowing time We're just blowing time I've got this fantasy It's a fourth gear ecstasy
, with stripes CMR keep it crackin' all night Dominoes, dice games G'd up and I got hood fame West side, platinum chains waistline, that's my new thang All year, fresh gear
Now access the jig who has bombs and rocket launchers Float like dope killer bees is what I sponsor Ya entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare
has bombs and rocket launchers Float like dope killer bees is what I sponsor Ya entrepeneur, pens and gear like shakespeare When I fuck I grab hair,
's finest I'm just criminal minded The Ed Hardy with the fine fit (oh) Track just started, no need to rewind it [Joell Ortiz] Me, I'm bringin fresh air
I came from the block, was flawless with ex-cons And we aimin' them glocks, of course, ready to bomb Now I done seen a custy cop four pies of the same gear
state of mind real far from hip hop? Why vote republican if you black? Why build more jails, less schools 'cuz we under attack? Why I keep the four pound in the air
and what do you see? some niggas hanging on the fence looking at me i was in my fat red laces and my audidas and a big chain around my neck like mardy
(see that) Dominoes - dice games G'd up and I got hood fame Westside - platinum chains Waistline, that's my new thang (wes-syde!) All year - fresh gear
