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Clifford Joseph Harris, Jr. (born September 25, 1980), better known by his stage name T.I., by his nickname Tip and by his alter ego T.I.P., is an American hip hop recording artist, film and music producer, actor and author. He is also the founder and co-chief executive officer (CEO) of Grand Hustle Records. more »

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O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!

Word on the street I'm a suspect
Hangin' with the killers in the projects
Potato on the barrel keep quiet (Shh)
Catch a nigga slippin' from behind (Boom)
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!

Wipe a nigga out like an outbreak (Wipe 'em out!)
Choppa start bustin' make the house shake (Craaa)
F*ck niggas sweeter than a pound cake
Get your eyes on your chin, better watch what your mouth say (Watch it!)
Lean with the footballs got a nigga trippin' (Zans)
F*ck it, f*ck it, nigga keep sippin'
Dirty AK with the beam on it (Dirty!)
Clip so long I could lean on it (Long?)
Free my niggas locked behind bars (Free 'em)
Moved a hundred pounds before a lawyer beat the charge (Beat it)
Pack touch down run it back like Marshall Faulk
If a nigga try to rob f*ck it hit em with the hawk (Boom)

Word on the street I'm a suspect
Hangin' with the killers in the projects
Potato on the barrel keep quiet (Shh)
Catch a nigga slippin' from behind (Boom)
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!

Ok, we started catching felonies in Bankhead
Riding through the hood in a hot box
In '96, in the swat, had a trap house
Every day cut school to sell crack rock
I got a pistol in my pocket and a bank roll
Anybody try me Imma let the thing go bust it
Put a whole clip through your Kangol cousin
Now your homie don't like it but he can't do nothing
Came through busting, I respect that
You violate a mandatory nigga, bet that
Walk up, pull out a Smith and Wesson push yo wig back
Now the undercover asking people if I did that
They kept me with the OG's hanging, OZ's slanging
Styrofoam, double cup, codeine drinking
You run up on my wrong .44 be bangin',
Meet you at the crossroad where they don't be singing

Word on the street I'm a suspect
Hangin' with the killers in the projects
Potato on the barrel keep quiet (Shh)
Catch a nigga slippin' from behind (Boom)
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!

You should go and get'em like Denzel
How you think I put niggas on?
Static on your line, I'm like f*ck that!
You jinkies ass owe me a phone, nigga
Only thang we feel that indictment
She got ass, now that's inticing
Me and you, your home girl,
Your other home girl
At the Ritz Carlton that's excitment
I've never been a snitch
Yeah, them bricks got me rich
Hope to die, yeah I cross my heart, nigga
And I hit Onyx with a chain so bright
You woulda thought I was afraid the dark, nigga
Earn stripes just like a zebra
That soft white and bowls of reefer
Thinkin' like Arthur Blanks
In a Hanes wife beater
Remember one time gramma walked in my room
Like, "boy what you got right there?"
I said, "I ain't gonna lie,
Damn near a whole pie"
Cook it, wait to be a millionaire?!
Hoe see nigga fall off, nigga right by the bar
Nigga grindng me and offer no Z?
Never play a poli game, you ain't hearing my name
Shit, make you an OG

Word on the street I'm a suspect
Hangin' with the killers in the projects
Potato on the barrel keep quiet (Shh)
Catch a nigga slippin' from behind (Boom)
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!

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