Jackin for Beats Lyrics & Tabs by T.I.
Jackin for Beats
guitar chords lyrics
Keep my name out your mouth, I done said it befo'
Cause all them games I ain't 'bout, tell whoever you know
Befo' 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 as 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'
Got some chevy's but a benz what I'm usually in
Niggas hatin' on my 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'll do it again
Made news nationwide from eleven to ten
Keep it pimpin' till the end, while you choose to pretend
Shot a video in the pen and I'll do it again
Made news nationwide from eleven to ten
Headline sendin' Peter Jennings and friends
Nigga, I'm so cool, been doing this since the old school
You turn into a gangsta when your vocals hit the protools
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 4-4 fo' yo' at-ti-tude
We can talk or shoot it out, whatever you choose
Have it back in the county blues on the TV news
Only two rules when you walk in my shoes
One: Take no shit, number two: don't lose
I'm throwed off, punk fool nigga loosen my screws
Pass my patna the tool and leave you wet as a pool
Lames get it misconstrued, g's you dont fool
I know bustin' a grape is somethin' you won't do
So be cool, nothin' to prove
I been bustin' them rugers and givin' you busters the blues
Since you were suckers in school
This is a situation you gon' wish you never pursued
You wanna push me? Pussy nigga do what you do
Trappin' just in my flows? Nigga au contrair
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 try'na 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 you sucka ass hollywood rap niggas
Fakin' and they love it but this ain't for the public
So in interviews they 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' wit' me
Cause pistol play in broad day that shit ain't nothin' to me
You need to pinch yourself nigga cause you livin' a dream
And I'm one of the realest niggas that this industry's seen
Think of me as John Gotti wit' a PhD
Or either Martin Luther King with a G-A-T
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 wrastle 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 can sell nigga
You was on the low discussin' a g
When Urban Legend drop we'll see what the discussion'll be
Sissy ass nigga, hah!
