OutKast - Claimin' True lyrics

Yeah, you got it
Fuck that fuck ass nigga he deserve that shit
Hey yo, man, aye
Think it's gon' end like that
Man don't start that
Hey man, just loc 'em and smoke 'em damn
Aye man, tryna prove you ain't no punk
Penitentiary full'a niggas thought
They wasn't punks
Nigga, the fear in yo eyes, I can feel it
You can't feel shit

Well it is I
The pimp player nigga that you heard about
Yeah, I got the money and a
Half a million dope houses
I got the hookers on the go and
Playa rhymes that I fuck with
And bury amps that pops my trunk swift
I've been a player since the age of two
That's when I learned to
Walk, grab my crotch, talk
Do how them hustlers do
See born and raised as a pimp
That's what I claim to be
Always claiming true to what I do
And then fuck what I see
I pledge allegiance to the streets
That's where I growed up
And make my money 'cause my
Daddy never showed up
But fuck it, I'm on my own, I'm in my zone
Ain't nothing wrong, you don't belong
You left me standing alone
Yeah, I'm the nigga with the
Feather in my hat
Finger waves and snake skins, shit
I got all that but you ain't know I'm the
One dipping and dodging bullets
The price you pay when you behind
It steady trying to pull it
So Dolemite, Dolemite not shit
I studied The Mack and Rudy Ray Moore
They were my idols when I was a kid
From nappy head, greasy face
Eating watermelon
To drug dealer, armed robber
Now convicted felon

I wonder how you would be actin'
If you was in my shoes
I put in work and did the dirt
That's how I paid my dues
Uh, 1-2-3, that's how it be
So all the real niggas step up like
The playas that's in back of me
I wonder how you would be actin'
If you was in my shoes
I put in work and did the dirt
That's how I paid my dues
Uh, 1-2-3, that's how it be
So all the real niggas step up like
The playas that's in back of me

Our heavenly Father
Why do you even bother watching over me?
Growing up a little G
My mama thought I'd grow to be
A lawyer or a doctor but
I felt like coming harder
Packed a shank up in my
Socks when I started kindergarten
This ain't no secret garden
So you flower niggas flee
If it is one of my own
I'm letting the trigger be
'Cause I got love for any nigga
Who got love for me and then I get a slap or
Dap from niggas slinging quarter keys
Just trying to make it, then
Of age, come through, take it
I ain't forgot about y'all women who
Be working Nikki's butt naked at Magic City
Shaking titties just to pay the rent
Lord, trying to hustle must be
Something that was heaven sent
But I ain't got no sense
That's what I got them thinking
I think about Barack
Strap myself and keep on danking
'Cause I be taking the rough
Side of the mountain if you cross my path
I'll leave you draining like a fountain
Yes it's been like that since way back
In 1975 been taught to hustle with muscle
And even try to strive
So little batty bwoy better say your prayers
You better learn some street sense
Before somebody lay ya

I wonder how you would be actin'
If you was in my shoes
I put in work and did the dirt
That's how I paid my dues
Uh, 1-2-3, that's how it be
So all the real niggas step up like
The playas that's in back of me
I wonder how you would be actin'
If you was in my shoes
I put in work and did the dirt
That's how I paid my dues
Uh, 1-2-3, that's how it be
So all the real niggas step up like
The playas that's in back of me

I wonder how you would be actin'
If you was in my shoes
I put in work and did the dirt
That's how I payed my dues
Uh, 1-2-3, that's how it be
So all the real niggas step up like
The playas that's in back of me
I wonder how you would be actin'
If you was in my shoes
I put in work and did the dirt
That's how I payed my dues
Uh, 1-2-3, that's how it be
So all the real niggas step up like
The playas that's in back of me

What y'all fuck niggas know about that?
OutKast, Goodie Mob, PA
So all the real niggas step up like
The playas that's in back of me

Yeah, it's K-Axe, here to let y'all know
Ain't shit changed
Just a couple of more names
Yeah, that's right
Organized Noize, JOI, Big Gipp, Big Rube
CeeLo, Goodie Mob, PA
And the muthafuckin' OutKast
That's right, nigga
We taking that bullshit no mo' in '94 shit

I wonder how you would be actin'
If you was in my shoes
(Peace to the Godfather ass
Gangsta ass niggas, antonio Reid)
So all the real niggas step up like
The playas that's in back of me