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t.i. - i'm serious lyrics

[verse 1: t.i.]
ay, take a good look at me – now picture me unhappy
no cash and outta fashion, not flashin’
picture me doin’ bad even if i wouldn’t rappin’
picture me even breathe on the mic not snappin’
i’m fire hot not lukewarm, my arms frozen
picture me in a room full of hoes unchosen
picture me with no p.o. and no ‘dro
picture pimps walk with some broads and ain’t gettin’ no ‘tho
l.a. gone and i ain’t gotta deal no mo’ (picture that)
a ghetto vision ain’t real no mo’ (picture that)
ah t.i.p. ain’t work for mia no mo’
he still so-so (picture that) he still po’
n-gga picture that, ah matta fact picture t.i.p
gettin’ anything other than rich
now can you picture this, young, pompus, arrogant son of a b-tch
labelled as anything less than “the sh-t”, i can’t see it

[hook: beenie man]
dis bad man you get shot, anywhere
bad man nuh tek back chat, no day
jamaican bad bwoy seh dat, zagga zow
any bwoy flip dem ago flap – come again
dis bad man you get shot, any day
bad man nuh tek back chat, anywhere
jamaican bad bwoy seh dat – bak
any bwoy flip dem ago

[verse 2: t.i.]
pull up in a blue coupe that’s d-mn near clear
and polo gear that won’t drop ’til next year
be like this here, cartier frames and piaget wristwear
t.i.p. your majesty’s right c’here
notice when i came the dames disappeared, ya lames listen here
to play me, ba-by, hey he
gone need a track from god featuring jesus or jay-z
go on floss, ball but where it cost
smile for the cameras, take your shirts off
y’all n-ggas actin, take ya skirts off
hoppin bomb–ss n-gga and he ain’t wanna work boss
i’m gettin’ sick and tired of these phony renditions
wonder why i don’t consider them no compet-tion
there’s no vision – lil’ ambition
how i feel about these n-ggas, am i worried?
are ya kiddin’?

[verse 3: t.i.]
some n-ggas wonder what my goal is
they think it’s goin’ gold havin’ hoes sweatin’ me
f-ck that, i’m in it for the longevity
picture me as one of the greatest that’ll ever be
compare me to, 2pac, b.i.g., and jay-z
work with legends like, organized no-i-z., and j.d
neptunes, they even flow on one of dre’s beats
fly to miami, chill with luke and we can trade freaks
i freak shows, just peep hoes under shade trees
huh, but kp say just keep it top-notch
and make sure that the club is jumpin’ like it’s hop-scotch
floss rocks and in the summer keep the top dropped
ten thousand dollars work for clothes, when i go shop
in the impala on them vogues so the hoes jock
especially when i rock that linen suit with no socks
in polo skippers, they undo zippers
and they shows c-ck, to show shot sh-t
b-tch, i’m serious

[outro: beenie man]
well it’s a neptunes sound (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
zagga-zagga-za, na-na-na-na-na (t.i.p.)
whoa na-na-na-na (beenie man)
(zagga-za-za-za, oh we dat sh-t)
an a ziggi-ziggi-zagga (bad man sittin)
straight from jamaica (alright lemme give this to ya)
alright lemme tell them somethin (see it’s goin down)

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