[Intro: T.I.]
Don't know how many times
[Verse 1: King Louie & (T.I.)]
Coney Island riding with a shotgun
New York, BK, where I come from
Now who the hottest in New York? I don't care son
Now who the hottest in New York? I don't care son
You know I pull up on your block, 100 round run
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, 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
Don't know how many times
Don't know how many times
[Verse 2: T.I.]
How many times must I tell you
I shoot you, won't do any time?
Carbons, ARs, and 45s or better
AK 47, won't shoot at the 9
Head check, we jump through
And run through and replace by pressing rewind
Sucker, ain't no need to ask how I do
Just please believe me and my shooter, we fine
And all I demand is respect
You can do that and we fine
Shit 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 cane, I'm fucking you over?
It's over, hustle as long as you know it
And from there, the decision is over
[Hook: T.I.]
Don't know how many times
Don't know how many times
Don't know how many times
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
Don't know how many times
Don't know how many times
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