You Ain't Hard Lyrics - T.i.

I done been locked up wit the worsest of niggas 

Armed robbin con men and murderous niggas 

The dope boys be the first to deliver 

Green, brown, or blow, got mo snow than Buffalo in the winter 

Think these lyrics is comin from a pretender 

If I said it I done seen it or done it 

So I mean it when I say you don't want it 

Done came a long way from jumpin the hunnids (hundreds) 

To baggin them quarters, doin shows from L.A. to Flawda (Florida) 

In Atlanta, I'm the law and the order, the king of it 

Got a throne and a brougham and a? that's chrome 

Callin houses on the water my home, wit no mortgage or loan 

If I live in it I bought it and own it 

If I'm wit a bitch I caught her and boned it 

No question, no less than a week and she's in confession 

And I bought no necklace unless I'm investin' 

No exceptions, I'll open ya closed session. 

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You ain't hard til you cookin' like this 

You ain't mob til you fucked wit the click 

Or you flippin' them bricks 

We make music for the broke and the rich 

For the hoop and the 6 

For the hustlas went from nothin to? 

We hustle from 6 to 6 to 6 again 

Sell fat nicks for 10 til the bricks get in 

Venturin from ATL to Michigan 

The talk of yo town, you ain't even worth mentionin 

Peppermint try'na get another shipment in 

And Sam Goody just hit us on the hip again 

Got hot shit under our fits that'll pierce ya skin 

And the click I'm in some made men, know dat 

Got a deal now, but I was the shit befo dat 

Totin steel now, but hold my own wit no gat 

T.I.P. the answer to the question "Where them hoes at?" 

The heat is catchin up to niggas runnin 4 flat 

At the club gettin crunker than crackers on Prozac 

Say you got some dubs on the Lac? Well shawty where the vogues at? 

T.I.P. ain't the shit? come on shawty, don't act 

I'm the hottest thing ever flowed over 24 tracks. 

You ain't hard til you cookin' like this 

You ain't mob til you fucked wit the click 

Or you flippin' them bricks 

We make music for the broke and the rich 

For the hoop and the 6 

For the hustlas went from nothin to? 

Some niggas wonder how I made it, I do what it takes 

At school I was cool wit the nigga who threw a 22 in ya face 

Took ya starter coat and choked ya til you blue in the face 

Or you might know me as the nigga who fucked ya bitch and bust 2 in her face 

Either way, I'm a winner like the 4 and the trey 

You probably never held mo dough than I can blow in a day 

Sometimes I'm wearin gold, sometimes I'm ridin on it 

Between us, I doubled up off my signin bonus 

K.P. and Jay say "Shawty, aye you goin' legit." 

But I ignored shit, when I scored a brick 

I bet you never knew how quick 36 O's'll flip 

Yeah I cook it til it bubble up, see how quick it double up 

Competition's in trouble I'm supplyin the hood 

Born, bred, when I'm dead, I'ma die in the hood 

Niggas be tryin the hood, I open fire in the hood 

Shut 'em up, wet 'em up, and let 'em lie in the hood. 

You ain't hard til you cookin' like this 

You ain't mob til you fucked wit the click 

Or you flippin' them bricks 

We make music for the broke and the rich 

For the hoop and the 6 

For the hustlas went from nothin to?