Act I: T.I.P. - T.I.

«3 Grammy nomination…»

«With the second highest debut on the hip-hop…»

«If you look left there’s a monkey next to an anaconda»

«Sentenced to probation…» — «BBC»

«Philant John…» — «Philant Johnson, gunned down»

«In a hail of gun…»

«…suffered a miscarriage»

«_ATL_ opens with a…»

«Featuring with the acting debut of rapper T.I.»

Man, I ain’t sign up for this shit

I lost my partner, and lost my life homes

Man fuck this shit, I’m done

Ay, listen homes, get Atlantic on the phone, go on call 'em

And tell Craig, Julie, Kev, and Kys — I need to holla at 'em

First I gotta let 'em know I’m tired of rappin

Fuck the money, ever since Phil died I ain’t happy

Hey what’s happenin, we under new operations

Though we ready for whatever, we like ya cooperation better

Listen when I’m talkin, throw it off, I ain’t patient

I’mma tell ya once then start countin shell cases

Don’t mean to scare you but this bullshit is irritatin

I’mma tell you like it is shawty, I ain’t fin' to play

I feel like another case comin round the corner any day

I know the consequences, I’m the same nigga anyway — anyway

It’s way more important than what I’m fin' ta say

Do what I say or I ain’t droppin shit 'til twenty twenty-eight

(Who gives a fuck if he comes on the 20th for 28th?)

Listen guys, on that B-I shit

It’s T.I.P.

from here on out, fuck that T.I.

shit

Give a damn what any nigga gotta say 'bout this

(Yo check this cat) Yeah I think it’s best to say I did it

Don’t be e-mailin no itineraries, I won’t get it

Ya best bet just holla when they fill the jet

Tell Cindy ain’t no photo shoots and I ain’t interviewin

Refuse and I’ll build a subdivision and shoot a dozen movies

You right about that honey, thanks for doin that for me

Speakin of money — you can always buy me out but the price high

I ain’t none of T.I.

nigga, no mo' Mr. Nice Guy

Listen kid, understand me here (what?)

This is Lyor Cohen (yeah yeah)

You better treat this company with some respect (ha ha ha ha)

And you better not be playin with my motherfuckin money

Oh I got ya motherfuckin money partner, but I ain’t playin

You got any sense you’ll do what the fuck I say

I ain’t sellin no goddamn albums

And that ain’t no threat, that’s a motherfuckin promise jack!

Come and see me if you want it

Get it like the Red Cross nigga!

Hustle pimp, hustle pimp

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