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Tauheed Epps (born September 12, 1976), better known by his stage name 2 Chainz (formerly Tity Boi), is an American rapper from College Park, Georgia. He was first known for being one-half of southern hip hop duo Playaz Circle, along with longtime friend Earl "Dolla Boy" Conyers. They were best known for being signed to Ludacris' Disturbing tha Peace label and their debut single "Duffle Bag Boy". He is currently signed to Def Jam Records, an imprint of Universal Music Group. more »

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I can't let you niggas trick
Me off the streets
I can't let you niggas trick
Me off the streets
I don't wanna sell you nothin'
Pussy nigga talk is cheap
Can't let you niggas trick
Me off the streets, huh
Can't let you niggas trick
Me off the streets, aye
Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets
Boy you might be a cop, you can't
Cop shit up off of me, huh
Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets

Okay, I made 750 off a P
On the phone with Mr kraft
So I'm busy talking cheese
I don't f*ck with white
I'm eating strictly off the weed
'Cause I know them folks tryna
Strip me off the streets
So I, tighten up, had to switch my license
Bruh and I know the drought coming so
I switch my prices up
I don't waste time so I lit my Breitling up
Why you niggas mad? Sammy Sosa, lighten up
And that skinny bitch you with
I can tell she tryna cut
If I put a baby in her
Bet them hips'll widen up
You lame ass niggas can't get no 3-5 from us
Three point one four, cause you
Niggas pie as f*ck, aye

I can't let you niggas trick
Me off the streets
I can't let you niggas trick
Me off the streets
I don't wanna sell you nothin'
Pussy nigga talk is cheap
Can't let you niggas trick
Me off the streets, huh
Can't let you niggas trick
Me off the streets, aye
Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets
Boy you might be a cop, you can't
Cop shit up off of me, huh
Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets

A nigga shot me in the ankle
And I ain't kill 'em, ya lucky
Nigga pulled a pistol on me
And took my wallet, f*ck it
Southside nigga, money long as Godby Road
"Duffle Bag" video was shot
In front of Stop-N-Go
Dropped some racks at Avianne and I
Wore it out the store
Remember Amoco and Optima and
Riding candy coat
See these niggas tried to played
Me off the streets, i can feel it
Hundred thousand for a show
So every ten shows, that's a milli
Hey, dripping, from the, ceiling, f*ck
It, look at, nigga, feeling
Told you, last, time, this a, V-12, not a
Hemi tity get it, I'ma get it, Tity get it
I'ma get it did ya listen? I just did it
I'm exquisite bitch

I can't let you niggas trick
Me off the streets
I can't let you niggas trick
Me off the streets
I don't wanna sell you nothin'
Pussy nigga talk is cheap
Can't let you niggas trick
Me off the streets, huh
Can't let you niggas trick
Me off the streets, aye
Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets
Boy you might be a cop, you can't
Cop shit up off of me, huh
Can't let you niggas trick
Me off the streets, aye
Street, ay, street, ay

"And many false prophets shall rise
And shall deceive many" Matthew 24: 11
CyHi, yeah, huh

I'm ten toes down
Shoes glued to the pavement
Married to the streets
I know the rules of engagement
Moved with the tool and I
Knew they were hating
Niggas mad I rose out the blue like I'm Jalen
I can easily hit my goon with a payment
Let him do the job
This how I'm used to behaving
They'll probably snitch and say
I knew the assailant
They'll trade a cigarette and Mountain
Dew for a statement
And I can't do the state pen
For none of y'all haters
I ain't in the convo if
It don't involve paper
Hard labor, huh, I eat with the partakers
Habitual law breakers
Quick with the card capers
We dipped when the cops chased us
Pitchin' the soft got niggas rich
As a ball player, medicinal all flavors
To cover up the smell, we
Shipped it in wall paper, huh
Rip it open with a sharp razor, yeah
My OG turned his young Jedi to Darth Vader
A pound is a acre
They taught us to talk safer
And all my niggas strapped
Get smoked like a Gar-Vega
While you chilling with your bitch they'll
Pull up and broad day ya
So do me this small favor
And listen to me wisely
When you're out here hustling
Make sure you do it quietly
Let your 1911 45 be your side piece
It's a thousand ways to die
So we ridin' with variety
And stay away from blow unless
They ask you for sobriety
That white girl will always catch up
To you like the Cosby's
'Cause they look at 'caine as
A menace to society so Craig
Don't let Smokey get you smoked on a Friday

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