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[Untitled Track] by T.I.القصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

[Untitled Track] by T.I.

     

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This some of that Ghet-O-Vision shit man
Fuck these niggas, what! What! What!

(C'mon, c'mon, c'mon) yeah
(C'mon, c'mon, c'mon) yeah,
Serious may (yeah)
This shit gets serious man (I'm telling ya shawty)
Serious man (ah ah, ya ya yea)
This shit gets serious man (ah ah, ya ya yea)
Serious man (ah c'mon, ah ya ya yea)
This shit gets serious man (alright, let's do it shawty tell 'em)

[Chorus: x2]
Attention! Let's get serious man!
Attention! Let's get serious man!
Attention! Let's get serious man!
Attention! What what!

[T.I.]
I'm goin in with funny niggas in the A
The killers with the case, and now the niggas with the yea'
All my niggas, where ya stay?
Westside to Decatur, ah hey-ya, fuck ya wooden eight
I lay you down if I got a thirty-shot in my Impala
I'm a 3rd bred Bankhead, Roll Park scholar
From a house with no father, school - why bother?
That's why I call myself the King of the South
Well nigga, ah you don't want what I'm break out the house
Ah so I, strongly suggest you keep my name out ya mouth
Before I, be in ya house tapping ya spouse to the couch
And put a, hole in her blouse, I don't play young nigga
Remember me from back in the day young nigga
One more thing, fuck what you done heard 'bout Atlanta
We finna break the standards, rubber bands instead of platinum
I'm a hustler, not a rapper
We gangstas, y'all some actors
We finna turn this chapter, your spot is what I'm after
I'm serious!

[Chorus: x2]

[J-Bo]
See I got the answers to all ya quest-ions (come on)
From A-B to C, best learn your less-ons (-ons...)
Cuz I'm so damn serious, it'll leave yo' ass stunned
In the back and we packin on all who flex-un
Like Redrum, it's bloody and ugly, who want some?
Now put your middle fingers up until it's all done (it's all done)
Cuz we ain't takin much of nothin but bash-un
On all who attempt, intentions we blast-un

[Sean Paul]
I gut 'em, I roll 'em, I smoke 'em, and I pass 'em
I serve 'em, deliver, walk up on 'em and blast 'em
I'm strong but my niggas, I'm taking they cash home
Then hit the track and get rid of the whole bomb
Cause I'm serious nigga, you gon' feel this nigga
Got a, trunk full of work, how you goin' kill this nigga?
My niggas giving out bricks, we can build this nigga
If all fail we can 1-0-5 grill this nigga
I'm dead serious

[Chorus: x2]

[Pastor Troy]
S-E-R-I-O (uh-huh) U-S (uh-huh) I'm fresh (c'mon)
One of the best (uh-huh) there are a couple (c'mon)
We did this song last night, I gave 'em trouble (uh-huh)
Jumped in my shuttle (uh-huh) and hauled ass (c'mon)
Up 85 (yea) with Daytons (c'mon)
You wanna blast (c'mon) come get yo' cannon (c'mon)
I bet I'll leave yo' punk-ass, where ya standing (uh-huh)
While you were planning (c'mon) see I had plotting (uh-huh)
You saw the smoke hoe, hell yeah I shot it (damn right)
I'm busting rockets screaming, "Die nigga, die!" (die nigga)
Don't fuck with D.S.G.B. or T.I. (c'mon)
Do you know why, I don't fuck with nobody? (yeah)
The same shit, that fucked up John Gotti (yeah)
These niggas watch me, but they don't wanna fuck with us (yeah)
We making 'em hush, we dead-ass serious!

[Chorus: x4]

[talking]
Yeah!
It's motherfucking serious in this motherfucker, know what I'm talkin' about
I'ma tell y'all niggas like this here (whats up whats up)
If it's too hot for yo' ass (uh-huh)
Get the fuck out the motherfucking kitchen,
Knamtalkinbout (getcha ass out)
The boy Lil' Jon, doin this shit with my nigga T.I.!
Ghet-O-Vision, Youngbloodz (Ghet-O-Vison hoe!)
That boy Pastor Troy (old Troy)
It's serious man (serious)
This shit motherfucking serious (it serious bitch)
In the south niggas, they get motherfucking serious (real serious)
We out this bitch, holla

Writer : JONES, H.
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing

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