Care To Say About It chords by T.I.

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Key: F#m

Intro:
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Verse 1: T.I.:

Yeah

Well
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Attention to my youngins coming up in this shit

Let me tell you what you do, teachers say you ain’t shit
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Hack off in her IG, get up in her email

Find something in it that’ll humble that bitch
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Get a 8 ball better not fumble that bitch

Better double that shit

Make a hundred right back
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It outta be illegal making money like this

If it is that what everyone says you can’t tell
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Yeah

Imma have a thing for the arm and hammer
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Before these niggas was even thinkin’ about Atlanta
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Little Bankhead nigga off Balton Road

With a snubbed nose short like Muggsy Bogues
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Don’t try one can't take 6 of us

Plus you might get shot no fisticuffs (okay)
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King in real life

Shinnin’ til my

Lights cut off and life is fucked off
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Til them and Rick kept me in Miami ducked off

Somewhere on Biscayne

Ride in the Lambo
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Abracadabra magic like we in Orlando
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And where your bitch go

And where her pants go
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Turn that around automatically mando

If her feet fucked up hanging out her sandals
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On that mob shit like Marlon Brando

Smoking weed trappin’ standing under the lamp post
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For real all a nigga ever done

Was come up on a bag turn around and get another one
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Then how I came up on a bunch of money

And a bunch of motherfuckers tryna find a way to get it from me
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Avoid the red tape proceed to rampage
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Now a days these niggas be so goddamn fake

And I can’t stand things that are pretending
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To hear you speak is so condensing

I say fuck that watch with your diamonds in it
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Tryna turn myself into a monument

Stimulate the economy
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Buy a Rolls Royce and hold your horse

Niggas talk loud but got no voice
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Better fall in line and leave no choice

And I ain’t finna play about that
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And that’s really all a nigga really care to say about that

Verse 2: Rapsody:
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Bust
Dedicated to all the bustas
We just bustin’
TIP
RAP
ATL to Raleigh North Carolina
But I was born and raised in Snowy Hill 252 Green County all day yeah
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Where I’m from some niggas do die

Some women do bust everybody got 5
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I ain’t never done street shit, just too fly

Get down, lay down, boy we’re too high
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Hood divided I seen it live, seen the drugs, seen the love

All of it here for pride
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Use to date a drug dealer in my past life

Drink Boons Farm smoke just to pass nights
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Potential bigger than a monument
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Real nigga, look up to me honestly
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And my old whip, that old shit, the 95

I use to 9 to 5 with back in 99
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I had a real job fool I could legally drive

Return pushin’ a kickass ride
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Bustin’ rhymes, I bust around, bustin’ 9s

Y’all doin’ that y’all is wild
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Tell ya child they ain’t gotta walk or run the mile

We ran the course so y’all can stop
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Tip ‘em back the tip of that I tip ‘em over
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He dead yeah yeah I know it
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Mother fuckas should know I’m Noah

Ha ha big boat bitch uh

Look I could walk on water ah
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I care to say I care bout y’all

Care bout love, care bout God
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Carry the cross don’t get carried away

Over character flaws mother fuckas they don’t care bout us
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Michael Jordan, Michael Jackson, Mike Tyson I punch ‘em out

Mother fucka what happened here
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TIP, RAP kill it
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Mother fucka back how the fuck you feelin’ ah