T.I. - Get Ya Shit Together feat. Lil' Kim

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All the 8's, 9's, and dimes. I like to welcome ya’ll to the best time of ya\nlife.ya understand that\nAll the stones are real and its chrome on all the wheels. ya know\nAnything less is uncivilized\nAye, I pull up to the club, lift both doors up\nHopped out clean and ya hoes choose us\nWalked in the door make the show hold up\nCause my neck and my bracelet was so froze up\nThe kind of stones bitches wanna see close up\nSo we dont approach them, they comin' and approach us (yeah)\nRoll the dro up then go post up\nLook down cause that’s where its gonna go, sho nuff\nIn the V.I.P. and all eyes on us\nHoes chill, poppin' pills, blowing dro no dust\nWhatcha say you got a man, so what\nI don’y know him, and baby he don’t know her\nI got a new phatom and my own chaffeur\nYa think ya finna be thinking bout him, no sir (haha)\nProbably prefer to tell ya man goodnight\nInless she don’t wanna know what the good life look like\n(chorus: Lil Kim)\nIf you aint getting money goodnight\nI know what a broke nigga look like\nWhen you riding in your wheels, get ya shit together\nBoy, then diamonds aint real, get ya shit together\n(T.I)\nNow we can ball seven days, six nights\nIf that head and that pussy get right\nAnd match ya panties with ya bras, get ya shit together\nCome get your hair and nails done, get ya shit together\nHey, I’m off the scene with Louis the 13th\nChains swing to my jeans, and my T-shirt clean\nIn case you been reasearching, I’m the King\nWith a style as mean as the earth seems\nChest on ice, and my wrist on gleam\n30 karats in the ring, money ain’t no thing\nYou think I’m playin', but I ain’t joking\nThe dro king, if it ain’t purple, I ain’t smoking\nRubberband bank rolls, 50 thousand dollar cheddar knots\nTry to shine, is you out your mind, boy you better not\nI walk around with more money than you ever got\nShrewd attitude like I never had to sell a rock\nShawty I can get you in whatever spot\nBackstage, front row, what I got to front for\nI’m getting bored, don’t even know what I stunt for\nGot a lotta rides, what it hurts to cope one more\nTo all my hot girls, if you wanna come chill\nLets roll on chrome wheels, let me tell you what it is\nWe finna throw a little party at the crib\nWhere the floors tricked out and the rooms like iiillllll\nThe basements cool, but the pools unreal\nWhere that millionaire lives, shit remains concealled\nSo pop a pill, put on your blindfold\nI’m hitting the dance floor, and grab eight or nine more\nLet’em know we on the way, where they been trying to go\nI knew I had’em when they asked me «What kind of diamonds are those»\nHeaded to the spot, pouring double shots of XO\nPlay the «Love Below», ane watch’em undress slow\nFlicks on the flat screen, make’em want to «get low»\nher spit shine this dick of mine until it gets swole\nWhen they kick it with the king, they don’t wanna let go\nSo whatcha gonna tell a nigga, when he tells ya «Let's Go?»