T.I., B.G., Jeezy - I'm Straight lyrics

Fury yeah, yeah, huh
Aye! What the fuck I got to worry about now?
Nigga, you think after weatherin'
The storm and
Comin' from the extremes I came from
You think I'mma come all this
Way to get scared? Hahah!
Nah, nigga, I'mma motherfuckin' win
Nigga, if all this shit go
Out the window right now, man
I'm all too familiar with this shit
My nigga, I'm straight, you dig?
Please believe that shit, man Hey!

You can keep the car, the clothes
The money and the hoes
Just gimme a couple of O's
Drop me off at the sto'
And I'm straight, hey shawty, I'm straight
Hey, you can keep the
Dancers and the boppers
The plexers and the poppers
Let me fill up my Impala
Go and holla at my partners
And I'm straight, hey shawty, I'm straight

I gotta couple of V's wit' the kit's
MPV's on my wrist
A lot of glamour and glitz
But shawty I don't need it
My beginnin' was a humble one
A hustler I'm a son of one
Taught me how to number run
I went from that to number one
Had a hundred ones, I bought a slab
Flipped another one
Sold my little three-eighty east
And said I need another gun
The littlest in the trap
And got it poppin' like some bubblegum
Junkies hatin' on my stacks
Sayin' I'm nuttin but a young
Buck, niggas say, "What?"
Then he see me raise up
Just wanna see the little boy wit' nuts
Change a old nigga whole face up
Cause, I spray the nigga's whole face up
Wet the nigga from the waist up
They'll try you once, 'til you pull a 40
Then tell 'em shawty don't play wit' us
I'm fourteen in the dope game and
Don't care 'bout catchin' no case, bruh
Don't consider me, not statistically
Another nigga it's too late for
Hey, wait, bruh
Bet any nigga came from that?
Who lose it all the day
I bet he say he changed from that

Hey, you can keep the game and the fame
The haters and the lames
Just gimme some cocaine
And somewhere I can slang
And I'm straight, hey shawty, I'm straight
Hey, you can keep the clones and the clowns
The throne and the crown
Well-known in the town that
I'm holdin' it down
So I'm straight, hey shawty, I'm straight

Okay now, now when I spit it
I spit it how I live it
Every verse I ever gave ya, it was fact
Nothin' fiction
I'm a livin' legend no stuntin', no reppin'
You can check my track record
I'm highly respected
I'mma gangsta in the game, go ask Lil' Wayne
Ask Judge Johnson
How many times he saw my face
For, "pistol here, pistol there
" "violation here, violation there"
You can ask Rank
I ran the jail when I was there
I held it down, where-ever I go
When I'm in the A wit' the King
Or in Detroit in the snow i'm a pro
Whether it's movin' snow or movin' 'dro
That's between me and you
I can get it for the low but that's nothing
Everybody say they got a story
Mine on "Larry King, " theirs is on "Maury"
At the end of the day
The seams that won't go away
I guarantee the heart of
The streets is straight

You can keep the car, the clothes
The money and the hoes
Just gimme a couple of O's
Drop me off at the sto'
And I'm straight, hey shawty, I'm straight
Hey, you can keep the
Dancers and the boppers
The plexers and the poppers
Let me fill up my Impala
Go and holla at my partners
And I'm straight, hey shawty, I'm straight

Snowman bitch
(bitch) , I ride two-seaters (vroom)
It's a cold world, so I keep two heaters
(geyeah)
I'm straight, you betta ask somebody (body)
Matter fact nigga you can just ask me (me)
A little over aggressive
Yeah I just might be
But half the niggas in the hood just like me
(damn) you wonder why a nigga talk
Eight balls all day?
You should try standin' around wit'
Eight balls all day (YEEEAAAHHH)
Somebody pray for me
I don't know nothin' else (Aye)
Why should I help you
When you ain't tryin' to help yourself
I came in this game, fresh out the streets
(yeah) who you kiddin' nigga
I put my life on these beats (yeah)
Fuck bein' broke, this a reality check
(check) while you mad at ya girl
Ya betta check reality (AHAH)
Gotta crawl 'fore you walk
You gotta think before you talk
Damn right they gon' hate
(geyeah) but tell them niggas
I'm straight (AHAH)

Hey, you can keep the game and the fame
The haters and the lames
Just gimme some cocaine
And somewhere I can slang
And I'm straight, hey shawty, I'm straight
Hey, you can keep the clones and the clowns
The throne and the crown
Well-known in the town that
I'm holdin' it down
So I'm straight, hey shawty, I'm straight

Say what it do? Young Pimp C
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
Yeah, nigga want me to speak
On some "king" shit, know what I'm sayin'?
On the cool y'know young nigga
TI jumped out there
Said he was the king of the south
He ruffled a whole lotta niggas' feathers
But niggas didn't really understand what
The nigga was talking 'bout
Y'know and uh so everybody had it twisted but
Me I understood from the get go
That what the nigga was tryin' to put
In these motherfuckin' stupid
Ass niggas' faces!
Was the fact that it's a whole
Bunch of kings down here
And as long as you takin' care of yo'
Business and doin' king shit you a king!
What these niggas shoulda been
Tryin' to do was
Tryin' to get close to the nigga
And get some understandin' about
The type of game he was tryin' to put in
These motherfuckin' niggas' ear holes!
Understand what I'm sayin'?
So I'm layin' back I'm watchin'
The game from the sideline
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
And I'm seein' all these ol'
Pussy ass niggas out here
Talking 'bout they this and they that
But they really ain't doin' nothin!
Cause they motherfuckin' paper ain't right
When I see them in the street
They diamonds fake! Know what
I'm talking 'bout?
They shit ain't cut right
Ya shit ain't right!
Shit cloudy and chipped up
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
And them niggas talking 'bout
They "trill niggas" don't even know what the
Motherfuckin' word mean!
Know what I'm talking 'bout? This comin'
From the OG style trill
Know what I'm talking 'bout? Not
These ol' fake ass niggas
Tryin' to come on the scene later on and
Tryin' to take glory for some shit
Some other niggas paid dues for
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
So this is what is we
Bringin' Georgia and Texas together
All you ol' BITCH ASS NIGGAS that
Ain't down wit' the play
Move on to the side
All you old school rappers like 'Pac say
You niggas flabby, lookin' like Larry Holmes
BACK YO' BITCH ASS UP! And, and, and
And move around for the South
Cause it's our time to shine
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
Now let's do this shit!