I been listening to a lot of T.I.‘s early work and “Stand Up” came on and I remember this being one if Tip’s best verses:
You got an alligator mouth and a hummingbird ass
Your mouth writing checks that your ass can’t cash
145 and I’m out of your weight class
Want to survive, you better scramble like eggs and break fast
Cause I know how to handle your fake ass
I’m a ride on you and hide you in yesterday’s trash
Pull up in the Chevy’s spraying rounds through the glass
See you laying face down in the grass and I’ll laugh
Ha, cause that’s the end of the saga
The end of my problems, nigga mash the Impala
Go lay up with a model and watch the news tomorrow
And that’s the end checkmate, game over, I’ll holler
Pimp, telling you partner, you don’t know what you’re doing
Or recognize the trouble you getting in to and you’re ruin
And dig this man
I spent my childhood in a wild hood
And all that gangster shit you talking, yeah, it sound good
But make it understood
You gone have to show me, I’m a O.G.
You want to overthrow me
They ain’t call him the King for nothing!