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T.I. - Told You So lyrics
[Intro] Grand Hustle Pimp.. Hey, whats happenin shorty Me being a true player and all I mean you know as a stand up guy you know I really hate to say I told you so But, man I told you so Back when we said we were goin to run this shit man When we said Pimp Squad Click, Grand Hustle was the business When we said their was a whole nother side of Atlanta A nother bunch of motherfuckers in the trap, y'all didnt know [Chorus] Man, I told you so They thought a pimp wasn't s'posed to blow Because I was rappin about moving o's and blow Pimp I told you so They thought that Outkast closed the door And Ludacris came in and sold his 4? Man, I told you so The Mac, C-Rod, Kuntry and Dro And AK had the coldest flow Nigga, I told you so I said the future was right up under your nose You thought the south wouldn't explode no more Remember, I told you so [T.I.] Way back when Kriss-Kross was hollering "Jump" on ya tube They was still gettin jumped at school, we used to tote them tools Don't get me wrong I'll give respect to them dudes But approach us wrong, and we'll smoke them fools, ain't no joke it's the truth Fuck a hater, let 'em do what it do I'm busy now, but I'll be through in a few And then I'm coming for you So keep shit talking like it's something to do I'll spend a 100 grand get a killer something to do I been hustlin since 92' when I heard UGK Hollering "Pocket Full of Stones" I was on my way Had a history in the yay, before I started to trap 13, let me take you back farther than that When my uncles was baggin blocks, used to count the stacks I was only 8, and my grand-daddy can vouch for that And my pops had alot of work, alot of folk he got 'em work And ran numbers, said if he ain't wanna, he ain't gotta work Why I sold rocks, I guess I got from pops My uncles ? man ? a chip off the old block The nigga you hear now the same one from off the old block Who used to stand on Front St. and get off the old block [Chorus] I remember the P$C, Killer Mike, David Banner and me and YoungBloodz Ran through Atlanta with heat, when even Atlanta was sleep Nigga, back before you heard of me I was middle man into serving keys when KC was serving 3 I'm on top because I deserved to be So simmer down, calm your nerves at least Speak your words with peace Before you lay out on the curb deceased Think about it, it's absurd to beef I took my songs to street He told me dopeboy was the bomb in the street Since then, my name rang like alarms in the street Who knew how long it would be If only LA knew how wrong he could be I told you ain't nobody stronger than me [Chorus] This southern rap shit of the day is something I helped design Puerto Rico of the mix show I'll let you know who the next in line the Snowman, Paul Wall, the Thug ? Alot of other niggaz shouldn't of even been signed Thats a opinion of mine Because these niggaz be neglecting the grind Ain't waiting on nobody to let me shine, I'ma go get me mine And then they wonder why they checks behind Cuz TIP was 20k? back in the day, need me to press rewind What be on these niggaz mind, man don't get me to lyin I seen ya kind, dopeboy, and that ain't even ya kind Ain't never sold a gram of crack, and ain't no need of ya tryin Back in the trap, pimp I don't see him survivin. [Chorus] |
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