Rapper T.I.
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3 Grammy nominations
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with the second highest debut on the hip hop
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if you look left there's a monkey next to an anaconda
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sentenced to probation
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Philon Johnson gun downed.
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In a hail of gun
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suffered a miscarriage
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ATL opens with a
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features with the acting debut of rapper T.I.
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I ain't sign up for this shit. Lost my partner. Lost my life homes. Fuck this shit. I'm done.
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A listen homes. Get Atlantic on the phone. Gonna call 'em. Tell Craig, Julie, Cap and Col.
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I need to holla at 'em. First I gotta let 'em know I'm tired of rapping. Fuck the money.
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Ever since Phil died I ain't happy. A what's happening. We under new operations.
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Though we ready, we'd like your cooperation better. Listen when I'm talking. Throwed off.
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I ain't patient. I'm gonna tell once then start counting shell cases.
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Don't mean to scare but this bullshit is irritating. I'm gonna tell you like it is shawty.
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I ain't finna play. I feel another case coming round the corner any day. I know the consequences.
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I'm the same nigga anyway. It's way more important that what I'm finna say.
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Do what I say or I ain't dropping shit till 2028
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(who gives a fuck if he comes on to 20 for 28. He said the year 2028 you fucking moron)
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Listen guys. I'm on that be hot shit. It's T I P for now on. Fuck that T.I. shit.
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Give a damn what any nigga gotta say about this. Yeah I think it's best to say I did it.
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Don't be emailing to itinerary. I won't get it. You're best bet just holla when they filled the jet.
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Tell city ain't no photo shoots and I ain't in the building.
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Accused now b in the southern just to shoot a dozen movies.
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(Cash that check and be spending our money)
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You're right about that honey. Thanks for doing that for me. Speaking of money.
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You can always buy me out but the price high. I ain't none of T.I. nigga. No more Mister Nice Guy.
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(Listen kid. Understand me here. This is Leor Colin. You better treat this company with some respect.
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And you better not be playing wit my motherfucking money.)
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I got your motherfucking money partner but I ain't playing. You got any since, you'll do what the fuck I say.
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I ain't selling no goddamn albums. That ain't no threat. That's a motherfucking promise jack.
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Come and see me if you want. Get it like the Red Cross nigga.
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[phone hangs]
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Act I (T.I.P.)
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