T.I. Lyrics

Album: TRAP MUZIK

Rubber Band Man Lyrics

[Chorus:]

 (Ay, who i be?)

 Rubber band man

 Wild as the Taliban

 9 in my right

 45 in my other hand.

 (who i'm is?)

 Call me trouble man

 always in trouble man

 worth a couple hundred grand

 chevys, all colors man

 

 [Verse 1:]

 Rubber band man

 like a one man band

 treat these niggas like the Apollo

 and i'm the sandman.

 Tote a hundred grand

 Canon in the waistband

 Looking fo a sweet lick?

 Well this is the wrong place man.

 Seven time felon, what i care about a case man?

 I'm campaigning to bury the hate,

 so say ya grace man.

 Ay, I don't talk behind a nigga back

 I say it in his face.

 I'm a thoroughbred nigga.

 I don't fake and i don't hate.

 Check my resume nigga.

 My record's impeccable

 Anywhere in the A nigga

 how TIP is highly respectable.

 And the MIA nigga

 I'm tryna keep it professional

 Cause all this tongue rastling.

 finna have me snappin, i'm tellin you.

 From the bottom of tha Duval,

 Cakalacky to New York

 and everybody showin me love

 that's one to you all.

 Yeah, to all my Florida niggas, my Cakalacky niggas

 my LA niggas

 

 [Chorus 2x]

 

 [Verse 2:]

 Call me trouble man

 Stayed in some trouble man

 Some niggas still hatin on shawty

 so they some suckas man.

 Got a couple fans

 that love to do nothing other than

 lick, suck, show no respect

 but still i love em man.

 Dig it, lil pimpin got the mind and the muscle

 Stay down on his grind

 Put the crown on the hustle

 Ay, I could show ya how to juggle anything

 and make it double.

 Weed, blow, real estate, liquor sto

 wit no trouble.

 Young cats is playin today

 Marvin Gaye of my time.

 Tryna stay alive

 Livin how i say in my rhymes.

 My cousin used to tell me

 take this shit a day at a time.

 and told me Friday, died Sunday

 We a day in the ground.

 I still smile cuz somehow

 I know he seeing me now

 and so i'm doing all my shows

 just like he in the crowd.

 Ay, tho ya lightas up for my cousin Toot,

 Aaliyah, Left Eye and Jam Master Jay.

 

 [Chorus 2x]

 

 [Verse 3:]

 Grand Hustle man

 Mo hustles than hustle man.

 But why the rubber band?

 It representin the struggle man.

 My folk gon trap 

 until they come up wit another plan

 Stack and crumble bread

 to get theyself off they mama land.

 Gangstas who been servin

 since you was doing the runnin man.

 Went down, did 10

 back round and rich again.

 That's why i'm young

 wit the soul of a old man

 I'm shell shocked, get shot

 slow ya roll man.

 Still ride around

 with the glock on patrol man.

 I ain't robbing,

 I'm just lookin for that dro man.

 For ma niggas slangin blow, pimpin hos

 Rollin vogues, 24s.

 Let these other niggas know.

 

 [Chorus 2x]