T.I. - Addresses Lyrics

Aye
Aye aye

[Chorus:]
Aye everythang ain't what it seem, ride dirty when I'm clean
Better check that disrespectin' unless you want it with the King
Put an address on that shit, who you talkin bout? What you mean?
Wanna see me in the street, better bring some extra magazines

All that flexin and that poppin you be doin for them hoes
I will run up with that choppa, give it to you and them hoes
Fa sho stunt, keep the dough comin
Man them suckas talkin to me, but trust me I ain't on that

[Verse 1:]
Aye listen to me bruh, don't bring that bullshit to me bruh
It ain't no back and forth my nigga, f*ck with me I'm torchin niggas
Don't go to war unless your money right
Room full of money, hundreds, not a one in sight
Right? Hey look I can't afford a gun fight
Haha, but I can afford one life
All on that sucka shit, you broke and now you so upset
All that shit you kick around the city get you no respect
I know rap beef what you want, that shit I P did
You such a gangsta, get some money out the street then
Been in the game for 11 years, if I was such a ho
Nigga I'da been exposed 10 years ago
Never been robbed, never got my chain took
Never even been hit in my face, you don't believe? Look
Them people lookin at me back when I was trigga happy
It wasn't no shoutin matches, I just got to get nappy

[Chorus:]
Aye, everythang ain't what it seem, Ride dirty when I'm clean
Better check that disrespectin' unless you want it with the King
Put an address on that shit, who you talkin bout? What you mean?
Wanna see me in the street, better bring some extra magazines

All that flexin and that poppin you be doin for them hoes
I will run up with that choppa, give it to you and them hoes
Fa sho stunt, keep the dough comin
Man them suckas talkin to me, but trust me I ain't on that

[Verse 2:]
I swear to God another day another f*ck nigga
That's why I just get that paper be like f*ck niggas
Sucka nigga you were tough but now you done some
I'm done talkin bust ya gun wanna run some
Hate to turn your TV on every week and see my family hustle
And everybody on yo street just see your family struggle
What happened bruh? Guess yo connect just been like f*ck em dawg
No money when I see it, see you, I see none at all
That check I'm chasin after, never mind them hater rapper
Make they situation sticky like a now-n-later wrapper
Been f*ckin cities up, this shit ain't shit to us
Keep on, I'll show these folk on tape how you a sittin duck

[Chorus:]
Aye, everythang ain't what it seem, ride dirty when I'm clean
Better check that disrespectin' unless you want it with the king
Put an address on that shit, who you talkin bout? What you mean?
Wanna see me in the street, better bring some extra magazines

All that flexin and that poppin you be doin for them hoes
I will run up with that choppa, give it to you and them hoes
Fa sho stunt, keep the dough comin
Man them suckas talkin to me, but trust me I ain't on that

Go, go