[Produced by FKi]
[Verse 1: 5ive Mics & T.I.]
Don’t know how many times
Coney Island riding with a shotgun
New York, BK where I come from
But who the hottest in New York? I don’t care son
But who the hottest in New York? I don’t care son
You know I pull up on your block, hundred round drum
Looking out the window with a chopper like I’m Malcolm
Be the outcome
RIP to Doe B, an Alabama real one
How many times?
Don’t know how many times
How many rhymes?
You pay me a verse, it’s 200 a line
You book me a show, hit your town and I shine
Don’t know how many times
Fuck with the Hustle, get ready to die
All of you rappers, who fucking with 5ive?
All of you rappers, who fucking with 5ive?
[Hook: T.I.]
Don’t know how many times
Don’t know how many times
(How many times must I tell you)
Don’t know how many times
(How many times must I tell you I’ll shoot you, won’t do any time)
Don’t know how many times
(How many times must I tell you I’ll shoot you, won’t do any time)
Don’t know how many times
[Verse 2: T.I.]
How many times must I tell you I’ll shoot you, won’t do any time
Carbons, ARs, and 45s or better
AK 47, won’t shoot any nines
That check we thumb through it, run through it
Replace it by pressing rewind
Sucker ain’t no need to ask how I do it
Just please believe me and my shooter we fine
And all I demand is respect, you can do that and we fine
Should you not be able to
Leave you wet like Moet, nowhere to be found
How many times must I show you you gon’ get the king
I’m fucking you over, it’s over
Long as you know it
And from there the decision is yours
[Hook: T.I.]
Don’t know how many times
Don’t know how many times
(How many times must I tell you)
Don’t know how many times
(How many times must I tell you I’ll shoot you, won’t do any time)
Don’t know how many times
(How many times must I tell you I’ll shoot you, won’t do any time)
Don’t know how many times
[Verse 3: King Louie & T.I.]
How many times will you listen to lies from these frivolous guys?
I’m so sick of these guys
After your funeral we shoot up your repast, turn up on your old ass
Don’t know how many times
How many times will I run up that cash just to fuck up that cash
I can’t die with that cash so I spend that cash fast
With your chick and a buddy, we having a blast
Don’t know how many times
I don’t know why haters mad at me
Sneak dissing, end up a casualty
Don’t know how many times
Hang arounds looking like battery
Shut up and bow to your majesty
Don’t know how many times
Boss shit, I could get you whacked for free
Could you please excuse the back of me
Shout out my mama, she had a G
Picture me rolling, gallery
[Hook: T.I.]
Don’t know how many times
Don’t know how many times
(How many times must I tell you)
Don’t know how many times
(How many times must I tell you I’ll shoot you, won’t do any time)
Don’t know how many times
(How many times must I tell you I’ll shoot you, won’t do any time)
Don’t know how many times
