[Intro: T.I.]
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Ay... say, pimp...
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This to er'body strecthed out behind the walls...
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Countin' days on they calendar...
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Flippin' pages month to month...
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Ay, man, I'ont give a damn how other folks treat ya, man
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I just wanna-- I wanna let ya know, pimp
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Y'een missin' nothin', homeboy... real talk
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[Chorus: T.I.]
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I know the time seem long, just try and keep strong
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Put on ya headphones and rewind this song
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Remember you ain't missin' nothin', homes
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I promise you ain't missin' nothin', homes
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Hey, just know the club on hold and the broads on pause
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You get home, it's gon' be waitin' on y'all
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So dawg, just know fa real you ain't missin' nothin', homes
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I promise you ain't missin' nothin', homes
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[Verse 1]
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On er'ythang
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My uncle did a decade
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Came home, hit the ground runnin' gettin' paid
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Like he never did a day
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Hit the streets niggas still in the same place they was
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'Fore he went in the chain gang and doin' the same thing
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Cuz the game go on, you only do two days in the joint
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The day you get locked up and the day you go home
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I know it feel like the world passin' you by
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Like shit happenin' everyday out there that you'ont know bout
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E'rytime you call home ya baby mama show out
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And ya pat'nas don't even send you flicks from when they go out
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But don't worry bout it or stress it cuz shawty, know what?
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The time do itself, all you gotta do is show up
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Keep layin' down, wakin' up and thankin' the Lord
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And 'fo you know it they gon' open the doors, true story
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Just prepare yourself for it, if you ain't got a plan
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What you need with a second chance? Shit, you gon' blow it
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Learn and visualize what you tryna do
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And do the time, homeboy don't let the time do you
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They say the time just flew in the streets
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Hard to believe from in there but you'll see soon as you on the streets
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
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Probably thinkin' easy for me to say from here in the booth
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But they showed you, they'll put me in there with you
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Right now locked down in the state of the feds, lay in the bed
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Playin' this over and over as you say in ya head
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"Yeah... next time I'ma be straight
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Just count down to my release date..." piece of cake
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My nigga Cap right now servin' a life sentence
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For a murder he committed in his self-defense
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And in such good spirits shawty ain't even trippin'
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And I could be right in there with him, no bullshittin'
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He on his ninth year now just waitin' to get out
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Got me thinkin' my shit ain't even worth complainin' about
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Cuz it can still be worse fa sho
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So you waitin' on me to lose hope you got to kill me first
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I talked to my nigga Big Meech
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Had to tell him the streets miss him just as much as he miss the streets
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Had to let him know whenever he released
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We hittin' the club like '03, this time it's on me
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Yeah we laugh, reminisce for a minute and then
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I tell him just know ain't nobody ever did it as big
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It'll never be the same in this city again
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Closest you'll get is me and Jeezy and them
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So dawg, if it seem like you left behind, ten steps behind
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Just know it only get better with time, fa real
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[Chorus]
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[ad-libs to fade]
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You Ain't Missin' Nothin'
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| T.I. |
