[Intro: T.I.] Is that T.I. over there? is that him? Is that you? Rubber Band Man Boyyyyyy..... is that T.I.? Whoooo.. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Remix pimp, yeah, y'all already know what it is man T.I.P, came from the south, Rubber Band man boyyyyy... Connected with my folk from the West Mack 9 My folk from the Chi' Twista And T Double D, from the bottom
[Verse 1: T.I.] I'm young pimpin', way out of ya vision Don't set your sights on my position, I'm way out ya division I was grindin' while you was tryin' to figure out your division I'm sittin' on the block and watchin' hustlas makin' a killin' Until I, jumped in the game without my uncle's permission Against all of my family's wishes through whatever conditions I'm workin' trappin' servin' kitchens with intentions of gettin' My mittens on a couple million workin' off of comission Everyday I'm on a mission where heavy yay is, so listen I buy it, flip it, weigh it, ship it, 'til you cook it and sniff it When I talk, G's listen, they can see I been livin' the same, life that I'm spittin' I ain't frontin' and trippin' I came, out of the trap I ain't just come here to visit I named the album Trap Muzik cause I'm being specific ya lames To my niggas still investin' in caine I'm wearin' rubber bands just out of respect for the game
[Verse 2: Mack 10] & (T.I.) (Who I'm isss...) Mack the dope mayn Who bang is the game and we got that wicked heroine you jam in your vein It's simple and plain, my cocaine off the chain My ballin' fastbreak, you got that half-court game Y'all just be talkin' and ramblin', ain't really grindin' and gamblin' But in my hood, the kids is all black like Grambling And they stay scramblin', hustle hard on the boulevard Rob ya, leave ya scarred, and pull ya whole card I got that wizerk, dawg I got them birdies that don't chizerp Water, X pills, sticky green and the purple sizzurp And no matter where I'm at, it's west coast up front I'm low key, I can't stunt and move a hundred bricks a month In the east they like my swagger, them broads be up on me In the south they love me, cause I'm down and dirty homie And if you get it how you live as a gangsta then stand up Mack10 a 'D boy', so my cash is rubberbanned up
[Verse 3: Trick Daddy] & (T.I.) (Who I'm isss...) I represent for the Tre-o-five Down with the rubberband man, y'all call him young T.I See I been an O.G., far from O.D. and this is T double D don't even call me Maurice, now listen My description is tall, dark, skinny, and ill-mannered A hood negro with a little bit of Spanish, be like Say yo papi, I got, yayo papi if your price is right come on down and y'all copy Watch me, I'm gettin' money like it's 1984 Got so much cash Bill Gates could kiss my ass (yeah) I'm such a player they call me Juan Pierre Been ballin' since my younger years like ya boy Cabrera I ain't no sentimental nigga, I'm sittin' on spinners nigga And when I'm, draggin' my denim don't you bustas try to get 'em mmm.. I'm from the parts where the stars like them [??] stars Quality sound beatin' down each and every car
[Verse 4: Twista] & (T.I.) (Who I'm isss...)I'm a windy city man, the one that take a cigarillo to the brain Love to get it crunk in the south where my cousins from, and shawty shake that thang Take a hipno' to the dome, smokin when I'm rollin, wood on chrome Bump if it ain't Kamikaze or Trap Muzik then I dont put it on When I'm on the porch I'm a Pac-Man, yell out that I got that dro', watchin for the po' You can get the jab for one hunnid but I'm givin out the ounces for fo', let a nigga kno' Call me the rain mane from the place where they gang bang Where them thangs hang, and the brains hang, where we gotta main-tain Can I cut and hit it girl, come on let me get it get it girl I love the girls from New Orleans, to ATL, to St. Louis, and the "Windy City" girls Blow fire man, when that ho slide on the pole like a fireman Smoke dro so fire, when you throw it at the wall it stick like Spider-Man Cause you messin with the 'icky, hit the tip up in the alley for the fifty Steady bumpin' in the club sippin Moet and Crissy, come on y'all kick it with me "Why?" cause it ain't no thang man, Twista gone chop that change mane Cause I'm number one on Billboard with a bullet but I ain't gone change mane
[Chorus: Twista] I'm the Slow Jam man, rollin' wit' the rubber band man There's some niggas in my right With a .357 off in my other hand (Who I'm isss..) Call me Trouble Man, always in trouble man Worth a couple hundred grand Chevy's all colors man, who I'm isss..?
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Tha king of da South drops a joint remix with friends from Chicago, Miami & Inglewood
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