Trap Muzik

[Hook - T.I.] This a trap This ain't no album This ain't no game This a trap (trap muzik) [Repeat 8x] [Verse 1 - T.I.] Welcome back to the trap Niggas back in the trap With another heavy Chevy Big dope boys and trap All you rap niggas roll out I trap when it's cold out Whack niggas flyin But I stay down 'til I'm sold out Cause down a hundred ground Like a rapping in a dope house Man wherever I be The feds got me scoped out Mother fucker let my nuts hang Block out the duc canes Cook it 'til it bubbles Double fast as a Mustang I know you think you fuck man But little showty tuff man Been a long time Since a nigga from Atlanta Spit this much game Thats a very few of real niggas So how could they give nigga The feelin that a real nigga Would get around a real nigga All they do is still niggas' ideas And run wit' em Holla somethin' similar Talking bout the hood Like they hung in 'em I got a million rhythms Want em come get em What bitch you pussy nigga I'm just havin fun wit em [Hook] [Verse 2 - Mac Boney] Still telling niggas I ain't holdin' I ain't foldin' When the 12 hit the corner I ain't rolling I ain't rolling Keep the coke stretched out Like Carl Lewis' hamstrings Stepped on like I'm working With the dance team Triple beam ain't seen What I do to a ounce of blow The weight man on my pager Like I pay you folks To whip some more I'm doper than the pure itself I cook it all up by myself I give my niggas recipes So they can turn to chef theyself They love to work Thats why I keep 'em comin' Like collection plates We flip the cake We move this shit from Georgia Baby state to state Intimidate niggas in the city Who've been moving weight Yo pockets losing weight They fuck with us Cause you've been known to hate Demonstrate the way we turned the drought Out in '98, started out in '95 Started out with nicks and dimes Niggas you done lost your mind Thinking you could set up shop Pimpin' I respect the game Lets take this to another block [Hook] [Verse 3 - T.I.] Pimp squad Showty still in the trap When the spot'll be hot With the mayonnaise jar And the collared green pot On a lot of straight Hen And a lot of green pot Competition in a rage Like he gotta be stop Well maybe I will be But probably not Oh what the blood clot You try to knock 'em out of he socks Listen to I'm Serious thinkin' how did he not End up way up on the top of the chart That's because where I was Man you gotta be pop And if you really want to pop And I rather be dropped Listen pops Want to know a little more about rap? First rule if it's real It ain't just a record deal It's a trap