[Intro]
Ay, where the piano at shawty?
Y'all ain't neva seen a dope boy play the piano and rap at the same time
have you?
I'ma show you somethin', dig this..

[Verse 1]
I'm 22 and a vet in the game
Say I'm, supercoo', still a threat at the same
Time, rhyme bout the times I invested in 'caine
Pleasure and pain in every aspect of the game
I'm the answer to yo prayers if you prayin' for change
So, I dare you compare us and say we the same
When I'm, climbin' the ladder, they stuck in the same
Mindframe, they accomplishments are nothin' to gain
Eventually, see I'm outta yo range
Except this rose gold glow from my wrist and my chain
I entertain young niggaz who slang
Like a picture, no frame, see it's simple and plain
My shit bang, spit flames, put niggaz to shame
Flow so insane, lyrics sick and derranged
Now you can't, mention my city unless you mention my name
T-I-P-I-M-P, I'm the man

[Chorus]
Ay be easy - you don't want no trouble with me
Just be easy - the drama ain't nothin' to me
Ay be easy - before you have problems just breathe
Ay be easy - you ain't worth dyin', believe me
Just be easy - you don't want yo mama to grieve
Be easy - well mind yo bizness, don't bother the G
Be easy - swear you stuntin' but you frontin' to me
Be easy - behind the scenes or behind yo breezies
Ay, be easy

[Verse 2]
?? kissin' ass when I came to leave
Set the standard for Atlanta, rearranged the lead
Okay, so what tha fuck is fame to me?
I been plottin' since kindergarten, you'z a lame to me
I give the niggaz what they came to see
A reflection of one self where they aim to be
As you can see it ain't no change in me
And you won't meet another nigga off the chain as me
I'm so fly, no lie, don't deny it, ya feel it
So inspired by my style, decided to try it yoself
Bet you won't, meet nobody ranked as high as myself
The checks you waitin' on, homes, I can sign them myself
Tote gats, dro smoked that, now I'm high
Seats way back in the Maybach I ride
Through the streets of the westside, I slap five
And throw dubs, show love, nigga don't hate be wise

[Repeat Chorus]

[T.I. talking ("Be easy" in the background)]
What it iz pimp? T.I.P., Trap Muzik, understand that?
Grand Hustle pimp! Ay, whus hattnin' Toomp?
Let's ride out homie! What it iz mayne?
P$C, Pimp Squad Click, shawty!
Uh, uh... A-Town... stay down..
Keep it pimpin', pimpin'!

I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't cause I came too far

I trying to know what's going on
Echoes on my cellular phone
I know this couple I don't missing
Could it be the feds still listening
See I gat to beat those kisses
Ain't time for the miscellaneous
And they proceed to keep on watching
Cause I've seen them lately
Interrogated my mum
Locked up half of my crew
But I can guarante one thing that t won't let you.

I won't let you lock me down
I won't let you push me round
I won't let you stop me now
I won't cause I came too far
I won't let you ruin my day
I won't let you stop my pay
I won't no not today
I won't cause I came too far

Devil's always watchin' me (watching me)
Evil's always stalkin me (stopping me)
God has been protecting me (protecting me)
And that's how I got this far
Cause when you look at me you'll see an angel
Can't believe I've been through half the things that I went through
Cause everyday I see a face (my face)
This come true by the human race (my race)
Please don't you judge me unless you know me
Cause I won't let you

I won't let you lock me down
I won't let you push me round
I won't let you stop me now
I won't cause I came too far
I won't let you ruin my day
I won't let you stop my pay
I won't no not today
I won't cause I came too far

Came too far to turn back now (too far) 2ce
Ain't nobody goin' stop me (can stop me) 2ce
Came too far to turn back now (too far) 2ce
Ain't nobody goin' stop me (can stop me) 2ce

I won't let you lock me down
I won't let you push me round
I won't let you stop me now
I won't cause I came too far
I won't let you ruin my day
I won't let you stop my pay
I won't no not today
I won't cause I came too far

I won't [to fade]

be easy, you aint really ready for war
with a bunch a live wire niggas ready for war
so be easy you aint really ready for war
with a bunch of live wire niggas ready for war
when the drama get to poppin well be at your door
we can take it to a world you never seen before
talk slick get your ass whipped down to the floor
be easy my nigga be easy......

off top i bring the hot hot shit
that toxic
you know how i spit
that revolutionary pac shit
some times i rhyme slow, sometimes i rhyme quick
sometimes i tell a hater to get off my dick
my flow is mega sick
ya flow is delicate
big cars big guns the bling the rhetoric
call me jay boogie
microphone under my hoodie
you cornball rappers couldnt do nothing to me
ultramagnetic flowetic rhyme poetic grind daily
divine mind kinetic i shine blind with the light of the macli
seventy six trillion years im still here, honey you motherfuckers couldnt match me
from new york to cakalacky, california to tallahasee, i terrorize a wack MC
i be wilin on you
i be stylin on you
im wagin war with the devil
the asiatic rebel is back swing

pawn to e-six move swift but cunning
keep my knights on flank and my bishops gunning
my B-L queen she hold me down lovely
the gravitational pulls too strong for you to budge me
its a lyrical miracle
pound for pound syllable for syllable
im the unfuckwitable
eighty percent of my life i was subject to ridicule
but it was the fuel that helped me to reach the pinnacle
the flows like snowman im abominable
this war has scarred me but the damage was minimal
paid dues
slaid crews
did my sheriff dirt but never made news
the god stay smooth
made moves like Kasparov
my sins like snake skins homie i cast em off
meet the elite throne crusher, the god fearin zone rusher
perform under pressure,
nobodys fresher
the soul stepper

most of you lames never heard of me,
im the third ward born phenomenon don won sportin the burberry
dippin in the flashiest car,
in the mic booth spittin the ras wa
the blase blah
blase splee
you might find me in the D
gettin grimey with the D-A-M- to the E
mr porter in the lak
black pearl in the back
run your nab pack the loud gats that say sprrrraaat
where yo mans at now pa?
he aint around and he never show his face when its time for the style war
im gettin busy with the one two stick em
let the rhythm hit em
sound like a prism nigga who is em
jay electronica lord of the rings
baptising yall with fire water slaughterin kings
from seven mile to magnolia we crack soldiers
somebody shoulda told ya
the rap game is ova

[Intro:]
Yeah... what's happpening New York City?
It's ya boy Ghost in the muthafuckin' house tonight
{Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll feel sorry}
Nahwhatimean? We about to get it popping, let's go!
Yo! Yo!

[Chorus:]
Tell your crew to be easy
Niggaz run around with them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay
Get word to the DJ
Tell 'em Staten Island's in the house, put the record on replay

Get your nose blowned off by the fifth, uh
You wanna be there, layin' all stiff, uh
Everytime you go uptown, you get jipped, uh
That's karma, boy, running your lip, uh
You be fronting like you got a bunch of chicks, uh
You be at home, nigga, beating your dick, uh
I'm in the club with the chipped up wrist, uh
You at the bar, whoadie, drinkin' my piss, uh
The yellow shit, and the bottle ain't Crys', son
You turned your muthafuckin' head, nigga, we switched 'em
You just mad cause I'm hittin' your sister
You in the other room, huh, you couldn't sleep, uh
Pop a lotta shit without that liquor, yup
We mind seat up, so take our picture
I'm like the boogeyman, nigga, I'll get ya
Whether now or later, afterlife, or switcher.

[Interlude:]
Yeah, oh shit, aiyo Tone hurry up and get 'em, nigga
You knowhatimean, it's about to pop off!
Ya'll niggaz clear the fucking floor
Get the fuck out the way, come on!

[Chorus]

[Trife Da God, (Ghostface Killah), {both}]
Yo, it's Tone in the building (the teams in the building)
Niggaz wanna beef {what up, what up, what up}
We packed to the ceiling (we constantly chilling)
We can cause {we could, we shoot, we slice, we cut}

[Ghostface Killah]
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yea, now
Yes, my birthday, landed in nay, now
Peace to Dirt Dog, I'm back like deja vu
Leave your girl around me, I will bag your boo
Ahh, you bitch niggaz better listen up
Anybody front, paramedics gonna pick 'em up
They try to save you, sware to God, I hit the nurse up
Like 'Nah, doc, he look better in a hearse truck'
I tried to ignore it, his people saw it
I ain't the type of dude you go to war with
My polo gun yo, will crack the floor shit
When the heat's on, you know I draw it
I had his number down, Toney just called it.

[Interlude: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, aiyo, Pete Rock, good looking nigga!
Staten Island, yo Theodore! What's the deal
Slap me one of the ratchets, I'm about to go in! Yo!

[Chorus]

[Ghostface Killah]
Gotta get that cheese, gotta pimp that V
Gotta burn those leaves, and uh
Pretty Tone make the girls say please
Daddy work that d, put it in and be eas' and uh
So what, come on, now some of y'all people
Might know me from my wallabies
Pretty bitches got my number, y'all can dial me
I stick it up like an iced cake robbery
And when I'm done, y'all can finger nail file me
Floss the ill robes since Criminology
Supreme Clientele, put the world on top of me
Yo babe, hurry up, with those collard greens
I represent S.I., ain't as wild as me
They lousy, I'm phat like a pound of cheeba weed brownies
Tone got the powder squeeze, don't surround me
Quick to pick a honey up, shit, the flow's Bounty
Ya'll can just crown me!

[Outro: Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, that's right
I like to thank y'all for coming out tonight
How y'all like that shit? Youknowhatimean?
You really run New York
This is that Theodore shit, muthafucker!

[Intro]
Ay, where the piano at shawty?
Y'all ain't neva seen a dope boy play the piano and rap at the same time
have you?
I'ma show you somethin', dig this..

[Verse 1]
I'm 22 and a vet in the game
Say I'm, supercoo', still a threat at the same
Time, rhyme bout the times I invested in 'caine
Pleasure and pain in every aspect of the game
I'm the answer to yo prayers if you prayin' for change
So, I dare you compare us and say we the same
When I'm, climbin' the ladder, they stuck in the same
Mindframe, they accomplishments are nothin' to gain
Eventually, see I'm outta yo range
Except this rose gold glow from my wrist and my chain
I entertain young niggaz who slang
Like a picture, no frame, see it's simple and plain
My shit bang, spit flames, put niggaz to shame
Flow so insane, lyrics STICK IN YO BRAIN
Now you can't, mention my city unless you mention my name
T-I-P-I-M-P, I'm the man

[Chorus]
Ay be easy - you don't want no trouble with me
Just be easy - the drama ain't nothin' to me
Ay be easy - before you have problems just breathe
Ay be easy - you ain't worth dyin', believe me
Just be easy - you don't want yo mama to grieve
Be easy - well mind yo bizness, don't bother the G
Be easy - swear you stuntin' but you frontin' to me
Be easy - behind the scenes or behind yo ?
Ay, be easy

[Verse 2]
STEADILY kissin' ass when I came to leave
Set the standard for Atlanta, rearranged the lead
Okay, so what tha fuck is fame to me?
I been plottin' since kindergarten, you'z a lame to me
I give the niggaz what they came to see
A reflection of one self where they aim to be
As you can see it ain't no change in me
And you won't meet another nigga off the chain as me
I'm so fly, no lie, don't deny it, ya feel it
So inspired by my style, decided to try it yoself
Bet you won't, meet nobody ranked as high as myself
The checks you waitin' on, homes, I can sign them myself
Tote gats, dro smoked that, now I'm high
Seats way back in the Maybach I ride
Through the streets of the westside, I slap five
And throw dubs, show love, nigga HATE ME NAH

[Repeat Chorus]

[T.I. talking ("Be easy" in the background)]
What it iz pimp? T.I.P., Trap Muzik, understand that?
Grand Hustle pimp! Ay, whus hattnin' Toomp?
Let's ride out homie! What it iz mayne?
P$C, Pimp Squad Click, shawty!
Uh, uh... A-Town... stay down..
Keep it pimpin', pimpin'!

Be easy hommie let's pop a bottle
This is for the fellas in the spot that wanna rock with me
Tonight I wanna find me a model
We all came here to do what we do

I know you ain't tryin to get caught up
You don't got a problem chillin in the spot with me
And we just wanna have a good time
VIP is about to get hotter

Leave all them troubles hommie and lets pop a bottle
Come on now mommi we sippin Dom Perignon
Know that you're feelin it when you jump up and holla
Shakin' it shakin' it take it high bring it low

If you wanna love somebody
You need to get up out your seat
If you wanna be ma shorty
Then come and give your love to me

If you wanna love somebody
You need to get up out your seat
If you wanna be ma shorty
Then you gotta come and give your love to me

Be easy hommie lets let the game roll
When it comes to singin' ain't nobody that can drop like me
The ladies wanna get with it coz they know
They aint never seen a player move how I move

And when they get with it they wanna stay close
Everything is payed for when you makin' dough like me
Now everybody throw ur hands out
Shorty be shakin' it like she got some for me.

Leave all them troubles hommie and lets pop a bottle
Come on now mommi we sippin Dom Perignon
Know that you're feelin it when you jump up and holla
Shakin' it shakin' it take it high bring it low

If you wanna love somebody
You need to get up out your seat
If you wanna be ma shorty
Then come and give your love to me

If you wanna love somebody
You need to get up out your seat
If you wanna be ma shorty
Then you gotta come and give your love to me

Lets pop a bottle hommie
Lets just be easy
Ladies know we sippin' Dom Perignon
Know that you want it mommi
So lets just be easy
Shakin' in shakin' it take it high bring it low

(Baby I want you love)
If you wanna love somebody
(And I can't get enough)
You need to get up out your seat
(It's you I'm thinkin' of)
If you wanna be my shorty
(Coz you don' wanna walk)
The come and give your love to me
(Common' common')

(But I want you love)
If you wanna love somebody
(And I can't get enough)
You need to get up out your seat
(It's you I'm thinkin' of)
If you wanna be my shorty
(Coz you don' wanna walk)
The come and give your love to me
(Come on come on)

(But I want you love)

(Be easy)

(Come on come on)

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