Cover art for Jackin For Beats by T.I.

Jackin For Beats

Jackin For Beats Lyrics

[Intro: T.I. and DJ Drama]
Ay Drama
What's good my man
You know the streets been fiending for another one of them jackin' for beats, you know
Cuz, niggas wanna hear somebody really spittin' for a change, nah mean
So dig man
Why don't we crank this shit up this year
Man, I already got the beats loaded on the decks, all you gotta do is start rappin', nigga
Let's do it man

[Verse: T.I.]
Ay
Keep my name out your mouth, I done said it befo'
Cause all them games I ain't 'bout, tell whoever you know
Before I pull this thang out, aim it dead at ya throat
Or bring the rifle out the house and put ya head in the scope
Pimp I'm trained for the drama shawty ready to go
See me hangin' out the hummer spittin' seventy mo'
You was talkin' 'bout a drought, I was peddlin' snow
And I doubt you'd get some blow for cheap as I'm sellin' it fo'
Hey I'm a G, what I'm worried 'bout a felony fo'?
When I get free bet I'll be ballin' hard as ever befo'
I got some Chevy's but a Benz what I'm usually in
Niggas hatin' on the crew, I'll put a few in the wind
Keep it pimpin' till the end, while you choose to pretend
Shot a video in the pen and I do it again
Made news nationwide from eleven to ten
Headline CNN, Peter Jennings and friends, nigga
,
I'm so cool, been doin' this since the old school
You turn into a gangsta when your vocals hit the Pro Tools
Ha! Look it here man (Gangsta Grillz, you bastard)
So don't get it confused, you don't know that dude
I'm hardcore, no gold teeth, no tattoos
If you don't want no beef, nigga don't act rude
I got a fofo fo' yo' attitude now we can
Talk or shoot it out, whatever you choose
Have it back in the county blues on the TV news, it's only
Two rules when you walk in my shoes
One: Take no shit, number two: don't lose
I'm throwed off, plum fool nigga loose in my screws
I'ma pass my patna the tool, leave you wet as a pool
Lames get it misconstrued, G's you don't fool, I know
Bustin' a grape is somethin' you won't do
Super cool, nothin' to prove, I been bustin' them rugers and givin' you busters the blues since you was suckers in school
Hey, this a situation you gon' wish you never pursued
You wanna push me? Pussy nigga do what you do
You think trappin' just in my flows? Nigga au contraire
Been sellin' blow since I was 12 years old my dear
Bustin' calicos just to let 'em know I'm here
Choppers in the trunk of every auto I steer
When you was in the classroom tryna pick a career
I was sellin' glass, countin' cash, drinkin' a beer
I agree this rap beef shit is so last year
But ask if I'll tear a new hole in your ass? Yeah
For flexin' and disrespectin', I don't play about that
But no mo' questions, I ain't got shit else to say about that
But my sentence'll be finished any day and I'm back, nigga
Laughin' at ya sucka ass Hollywood rap niggas
Fakin' and they love it but this ain't for the public
So in interviews I choose to stay away from the subject
I just prove that I'm the truth if you don't like it then fuck it
We'll just keep it 'tween me you and this pistol I'm bustin', yeaaah
Pussy niggas ain't fuckin' (haa) wit' me
Cause pistol play in broad day that shit is nuttin' to me
You need to pinch yourself nigga
Cause ya livin' a dream and I'm one of the realest niggas that this industry seen
Think of me as John Gotti wit' a PhD
Or either Martin Luther King with a G-18
I'm ridin' clean, paint gleamin', blowin' T-H-C
For that reason haters wanna alleviate me
But I forgive 'em cause I know it ain't that he hate me
He just hate his situation hate that he ain't me
O.G.s say a lot of them in me they see
Cause I'm a scholar, no diploma, no GED
Now T.I.P. ain't sweet just so ya'll know
Had to tone it down for ya cause I know ya'll slow
Niggas tongue wrestle plenty yeah but they all show
Spread gossip like hoes 'bout what they don't know
Got mo' lies to tell than a nigga in jail
All my niggas from the streets I know remember me well
From how I used to take a key and put the weight on a scale
Now I'm seein' how many mills one record could sell, nigga
You was on the low discussin' a G (I heard you nigga)
When Urban Legend drop we'll see what the discussion'll be
Sissy ass nigga, ([?] is over) hah!
Bankhead!

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