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Da Dopeman
T.I.; T.I.P.
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[Intro: T.I. & (Man)
(Look at this little nigga, man)
(Ayy, T.I., is that really you man?)
(Yeah shawty, what's happenin'?)
(Ayy, man, can you give me a ride home, man?)
(Man, it's 2:30 in the muthafuckin'
Mornin', what the fuck you doin' out here?)
(Out here trappin', tryna get rid of this bomb-ass purp, man)
(Man, you can come with me on one condition)
(What's that, bruh?)
(Let me convince you to put that bomb-ass down)
(I knew it, T.I.)
(What?)
(You wasn't really on that dope boy shit)
(I tell you what shawty, get in man, I'll show you how to)
Tote that tool, make that double
Better be cool, you don't want no trouble
Can't be leanin' to the left, my gat stay cocked
I'm always super clean when you see me on the block
Keep my money in a knot with a rubber band on it
Blow them E's, niggas know I got it if you want it
See me standin' on the corner, slangin' that candle
You know how it is to be the man in the trap
I'm the dopeman, nigga, the dopeman, nigga
The dope, the dope, dope, the dopeman, nigga
I'm the dopeman, nigga, the dopeman, nigga
The dope, the dopeman, the dopeman, nigga
I'm the dopeman, nigga, the dopeman, nigga
The dope, the dope, dope, the dopeman, nigga
I'm the dopeman, nigga, the dopeman, nigga
From a P to a G, it's all about money
Look, bet all you see is tats, money, grills and chains
But if you scratch the surface you can feel the pain
Names change but the situation still the same
The bill need payin', fuck a simple and plain
Take a youngin' who aspirin' to get him some change
Won't nobody hire him so he get in the game
Went and bought a fifty slab, divide it up into ten
Sold 'em all, doubled down, did it again
By then you got enough to buy a quarter ounce
You sellin' dimes, ten, forty, fiends buy it and bounce
Now throw some money to your mama, keep some food in the house
But cop the outfit and the Jordans on the day they come out
You better get yourself a gun, know them jackers is out
Flip another seven grams, oh you hustlin' now
Time to get yourself a half, make sure it's some glass
A hundred bags, sell it fast, stack a G, now you officially the
Dopeman, nigga, the dopeman, nigga
The dope, the dope, dope, the dopeman, nigga
I'm the dopeman, nigga, the dopeman, nigga
The dope, the dopeman, the dopeman, nigga
I'm the dopeman, nigga, the dopeman, nigga
The dope, the dope, dope, the dopeman, nigga
I'm the dopeman, nigga, the dopeman, nigga
I bet you think you pretty good at it now, huh?
Now once you flipped a couple O's, know the game get gravy
Take twelve-fifty, go get you two hundred babies
That's sixty-three grams if you whip that right
You should get back five or six that night
Stack that money and repeat that twice
Buy you somethin' to ride in, gotta be tight
Next time you buy somethin', take twenty-five hundred
Get four and a half, it come back a nine, don't it?
Now stay low-key when the money keep comin'
Keep some niggas on your team to show them suckers they don't want it
By then your connect'll clearly see you on the grind
Bitch'll come to get a nine and he front you what you buyin'
As long as you bring back your money on time
And if you sell the blow, do it on your own time
At this rate you'll be at a brick in no time
They say they want some weight, tell
Them niggas stand in line, you the
Dopeman, nigga, the dopeman, nigga
The dope, the dope, dope, the dopeman, nigga
I'm the dopeman, nigga, the dopeman, nigga
The dope, the dopeman, the dopeman, nigga
I'm the dopeman, nigga, the dopeman, nigga
The dope, the dope, dope, the dopeman, nigga
I'm the dopeman, nigga, the dopeman, nigga
Stay with me now shawty, here come the fun part
Now the robbers plottin' on you and your name stay buzzin'
Caught a sale case, down to make 'em with your cousin
Your connect ain't worried, you and him cool
He know you never tell what you and him do
A mob of a hundred, just a few of them true
You heard a worker snitchin' on you and it's true
Everybody know you sell that shit
The feds come and get you and they tear your shit
We heard you tote that tool, make that double (That's right)
Better be cool, you don't want no trouble (Nah, uh-uh)
Can't be leanin' to the left (Okay), my gat stay cocked (I see you)
I'm always super clean when you see me on the block (Haha, yeah)
Keep my money in a knot with a rubber band on it (They told me)
Blow them E's, niggas know I got it if you want it (Yeah, I know it)
See me standin' on the corner (Okay), slangin' that candle (Yeah)
You know how it is to be the man in the
Trap (Ayy, I'll show you how to be a)
I'm the dopeman, nigga, the dopeman, nigga (Yeah, you know it)
The dope, the dope, dope, the dopeman
Nigga (Ayy, you say you wanna be a)
I'm the dopeman, nigga, the dopeman, nigga (What? Okay)
The dope, the dopeman, the dopeman, nigga (Ayy, the feds is the)
I'm the dopeman, nigga, the dopeman, nigga (What? Okay)
The dope, the dope, dope, the dopeman, nigga (Yeah, George Bush is a)
I'm the dopeman, nigga, the dopeman, nigga (Yeah, okay)
The dope, the dopeman, the dopeman, nigga (Ayy, say goodbye to the)
I'm the dopeman, nigga
Ayy, shawty, real talk
I'ma tell it like it is, ya dig?
Them other cats give you half of it 'cause they don't know no better
I'ma give you the whole story, though
This shit a dead-end street, partner
Take it from a nigga who been there
It ain't but a few of us who make it up out this shit, man
And live to tell about it, you know what I'm sayin'?
From the free world, huh
But shit, the choice is yours though, homie
Just don't say I ain't tell you
Once they get your ass behind them walls
Talkin' 'bout how many folks they got tellin' on you
Your ass'll believe somethin' then
If you ever make a million dollars in the game, homeboy
I bet you they'll give you a hundred years
Hahaha, think I'm lyin'?