That's What I Thought Lyrics - T.i.

(feat. Mac Boney & Killer Mike) 

[Intro: T.I.] 

Nigga that's what I thought, I thought 

Ay, ay, ay, ay 

Yeah pussy nigga that's what I thought, I thought 

[Chorus: T.I.] 

Better go on with that bullshit, we know you ain't doin shit 

Walkin round, talkin loud, still ain't got into it yet 

We be on that hood shit, you know how we do it bitch 

Nigga walk up to a bitch, nigga tell 'em you a bitch 

And you flaw (you flaw) and you soft (you soft) 

Yeah pussy nigga that's what I thought 

Ay, ay you flaw (you flaw) and you soft (you soft) 

Yeah pussy nigga that's what I thought 

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[T.I.] 

Ay, I was the nigga with the tool out, right in front the schoolhouse 

Then the bigger nigga fail assassin, what it do now? 

Catch him let him have it, nigga best be glad I cooled out 

A fool wit it, hit a nigga hood, make him move out 

Yeah, nigga know it ain't no hoe enough 

Try Thursday night and Friday shit you go to blowin up 

Better catch a clip on that block[?] Chevy go to showin up 

Sho' 'nuff we at your do' and on ya ass soon as it open up 

Nigga twice as old as us, knew we was 'bout that action too 

Up and down the avenue, walkin wit a attitude 

Try whoever ready for whatever, it don't matter dude 

Best be on your P's and Q's cause never know what Cap'll do 

He kept a nigga on the news, he a fool wit it 

Nowadays it's different, I don't understand how dude get 

Computer doin it, makin threats over the internet 

Talkin 'bout what you gon' do and you ain't did it yet! 

[Chorus] 

[Mac Boney] 

Yeah that's what I thought, and that's what I was thinkin 

You know Boney be on point, especially when I'm drinkin 

I play a hater smooth to the left side, pimpin off of Westside 

And I don't take light to all the square types, I'm 'bout mine 

Stomp a nigga ass like I'm tryin to mix some red wine 

Be all on yo' ass like a canine, rewind 

I start to bring the fists out, then I brought the pistols out 

Runnin through the spot, you done brought the brown niggaz out 

Finger itchin now, should you get the bigger picture now 

I want him out, a hater to get raw I will air him out 

Think about, every single thing that you care about 

Stare down the barrel of my bad news carrier 

The more the merrier, a group of suckers watch me tear 'em up 

The boss said hurry up, while I go crank the McClaren up 

You haters scared of us, cause we known to make a cherry bust 

You not prepared for us, we done came into yo' area 

[Chorus] 

[Killer Mike] 

Gilla Killer from the villa, Westside go-rilla 

Go realer than these country-ass monkey-ass niggaz 

These funky-ass niggaz, asswipe how I treat 'em 

Fuck nigga how I greet 'em, first I beat 'em 'til they feed 'em 

Might shoot 'em, might leak 'em, funerals I might preach 'em 

right befo' I six feet 'em - you already know the story bruh 

Call the coroner, this sucker dead meat 

I ain't never scared pussy nigga, I just dead beef 

Eat it like Angus, sticky Cali bud, knock a plug out your anus 

If I aim higher leave yo' monkey-ass brainless 

Front page constitution, damn I make a fuck nigga famous 

Fuck nigga famous! 

Now the call the governor, the mayor and the chief of the police 

Tell 'em homicide is high ridin, I'm back on they street 

Then, call the traffic gangstas and the suckers talkin lip 

Tell 'em bang bang bang if a nigga speak on Tip 

[Chorus]