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[T.I.]Ay take a good look at me - Now picture me unhappyNo cash and outta fashion, not flashinPicture me doin bad even if I wasn't rappinPicture me even breathe on the mic not snappinI'm fire hot not lukewarm, my arms frozenPicture me in a room full of hoes unchosenPicture me with no P.O. and no 'droPicture pimps walk with some broads and ain't gettin no 'thoL.A. gone and I ain't gotta deal no mo' (Picture that)A ghetto vision ain't real no mo' (Picture that)Ah T.I.P. ain't work for MIA no mo'He still so-so (picture that) he still po'Nigga picture that, ah matta fact picture T.I.P.Gettin anything other than richNow can you picture this, young, pompus, African son of a bitchLabelled as anything less than "the shit", I can't see it[Chorus - Beenie Man]Dis bad man you get shot, anywaysBad man nuh tek back chat, no dayJamaican bad bwoy seh dat zigga, ziggaWe always gonna stay 'pon top alwaysDis bad man you get shot, anywaysBad man nuh tek back chat no dayJamaican bad bwoy seh dat zigga, ziggaWe always gonna stay 'pon top, always[T.I.]Pull up in a blue coupe that's damn near clearAnd Polo gear that won't drop 'til next yearBe like this here, Cardier frames and ?Peigier? wristwearT.I.P. your majesty's right c'hereNotice when I came the dames disappeared, ya lames listen hereTo play me, ba-by, hey he,gone need a track from God featuring Jesus or Jay-ZGo on floss; ball where it costSmile for the cameras, take your shirts offY'all niggas actin, take ya skirts offHoppin bomb-ass nigga and he ain't wanna work bossI'm gettin sick and tired off these phony rendetionsWonder why I don't consider them no competitionThere's no vision - lil' ambitionHow I feel about these niggas, and my word, are ya kiddin?[Chorus][T.I.]Some niggas wonder what my goal isThey think it's goin gold havin hoes sweatin meFuck that, I'm in it for the longevityPicture me as one of the greatest that'll ever beCompare me to, Tupac, B.I.G., and Jay-ZWork with legends like, Organo, I.Z., and J.D.Neptunes, they even flow on one of Dre's beatsFly to Miami, chill with Luke and we can trade freaksI freak shows, just peep hoes under shade treesHuh, but KP say just keep it top-notchAnd make sure that the club is jumpin like it's hop-scotchFloss rocks and in the summer keep the top droppedTen thousand dolla work for clo', when I go shopIn the Apollo on them 'boes so the hoes jockEspecially when I rock that linen suit with no socksIn Polo skippers, they undo zippers,and they shows cock, to show shot shitBitch, I'm serious[Chorus][Beenie Man]Well it's a Neptunes sound (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)Zagga-zagga-za, na-na-na-na-na (T.I.P.)Whoa na-na-na-na (Beenie Man)(Zagga-za-za-za, Oh we dat shit)An a ziggi-ziggi-zagga (Bad man sittin)Straight from Jamaica (Alright lemme give this to ya)Alright lemme tell them somethin (See it's goin down)more free lyrics