Trap Muzik

[Intro: T.I.] Ayy, man, I still got them things [Chorus: T.I.] Ayy, this a trap (C'mon) This ain't no album, this ain't no game This a trap (Trap music) This ain't no album, this ain't no game This a trap (Trap music) This ain't no album, this ain't no game This a trap (Trap music) This ain't no album, this ain't no game This a trap (Trap music) This ain't no album, this ain't no game Nigga, this a trap (Trap music) This ain't no album, this ain't no game This a trap (Trap music) This ain't no album, this ain't no game This a trap (Trap music) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy [Verse 1: T.I.] Ayy, welcome back to the trap, niggas back in the trap With another heavy Chevy, big dope boys and trap niggas All you rap niggas roll out, I trap when it's cold out Wack niggas flying, but I stay down 'til I'm sold out We the sound underground, like I'm rapping in a dope house Might as well be, the way the feds got me scoped out Ayy, but fuck 'em! Let my nuts hang, block's hot, I does 'caine Cook it 'til it bubble, double, fast as a Mustang I know you thinking, "Fuck, man, lil' shawty tough, man" Been a long time since a nigga from Atlanta spit this much game Ayy, that's a rare few of real niggas, so how could they give a nigga The feeling that a real nigga get around a real nigga? All they do is steal niggas' ideas and run with 'em Holler something simple, talking 'bout the hood, fake like they hung in 'em I got a million rhymes, want 'em? Come get 'em What beef? These pussy niggas? Man, I'm just having fun with 'em [Chorus: T.I.] Ayy, this a trap (C'mon) This ain't no album, this ain't no game This a trap (Trap music) This ain't no album, this ain't no game This a trap (Trap music) This ain't no album, this ain't no game This a trap (Trap music) This ain't no album, this ain't no game This a trap (Trap music) This ain't no album, this ain't no game Nigga, this a trap (Trap music) This ain't no album, this ain't no game This a trap (Trap music) This ain't no album, this ain't no game This a trap (Trap music) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy [Verse 2: Mac Boney] Still telling niggas, I ain't holding, I ain't folding When the 12 hit the corner, I ain't rolling, I ain't rolling Keep the coke stretched out like Carl Lewis' hamstrings Stepped-on like I'm working with the dance team Triple-beam ain't seen what I do to a ounce of blow The wet man on my pager like, "I'll pay you folks to whip some more" I'm doper than the pure itself, I cook it all up by myself I give my niggas recipes so they can turn to chefs theyself They love the work, that's why I keep 'em coming like collection plates We flip the cake then move this shit from Georgia, baby, state to state Intimidate niggas in the city who been moving weight Your pockets losing weight, they fuck with us 'cause you been known to hate Demonstrate the way we turned the drought out in '98 It started out in '95, started out with nicks and dimes Nigga, you done lost your mind, thinking you could set up shop Pimpin', I respect the grind, let's take it to another block [Chorus: T.I.] Ayy, this a trap (C'mon) This ain't no album, this ain't no game This a trap (Trap music) This ain't no album, this ain't no game This a trap (Trap music) This ain't no album, this ain't no game This a trap (Trap music) This ain't no album, this ain't no game This a trap (Trap music) This ain't no album, this ain't no game Nigga, this a trap (Trap music) This ain't no album, this ain't no game This a trap (Trap music) This ain't no album, this ain't no game This a trap music [Skit: T.I. & Mac Boney] Twelve! Let's go, man! Let's go! Let's go! That damn dog! Man, follow me. Follow me, shawty. Let's hit it! Hit the cut, pimp! Hit the cut! Watch out, now! Fence! Let's go, let's go! Shit! Damn! Aight, fuck it! C'mon! [*BEAT SWITCH*] [Interlude: T.I.] Pimp Squad, shawty [Verse 3: T.I.] A nigga still in the trap when the spot'll seem hot With the mayonnaise jar and the collard-green pot On a lot of straight Hen' and a lot of green pot Competition in a rage, like, "he gotta be stopped" Well, maybe I will be, but probably not Oh, what the bloodclaat—he try, knock 'im out of he socks Listen to I'm Serious, thinking, "How did he not ... End up way up on the top of the chart?" That's because where I was, see, you gotta be pop If you really want to pop, and I rather be dropped Listen, Pops, want to know a little more about rap? First rule: If it's real, it ain't just a record deal It's a trap!