Act II: T.I. lyrics

by

Eminem


[Intro: T.I.]
Mmm, God mm
What the f*ck, what time is it?
I coulda swore I parked my car (sh*t)

[T.I.]
Ay, light hit my face sun brought the heat
Open my eyes see my car parked across the street
And then it hit me I ain't really slept at all in a week
Matter fact I don't even remember fallin asleep
Atlantic office claimin J. Geter keep callin the heat
Is it an emergency or somethin you need to talk to me?
J said - "I thought you needed to talk to me
If it's a change made aware I think it ought ta be
You makin ultimatums now you don't talk to me
You make sh*t way worse then it ought ta be
I ain't arguin on the phone, come talk to me
I'll be waitin on you dawg at the office, peace"
Now, thinkin hard as I walk out my house
What the f*ck have I done now, what could he be talkin 'bout?
I been stayin outta trouble, sh*t I been on the couch
Just workin on the album, I was listenin now
Then, Doug called (ay you spoke to J?)
Yeah is it somethin I don't know that I was supposed to say?
All I know is for the hour I been woke today
n*ggas comin with the riddles and the jokes today
I'm real close to J, I seen ups and downs hit
But I ain't never heard him sound the way that he sounded
Really caught a n*gga by surprise, I was astounded
He a real cool dude but why he call me clownin?
[Doug Peterson] + (T.I)
You sayin you don't know 'bout it? (Know 'bout what?)
Atlantic Records said you called the office and went nuts
Makin death threats talkin loud gettin buck
(Man they said I did what? Folk I'm just gettin up!)
Say you waitin out your deal 'til you year is up
You plannin to make away with 20 million bucks
(You bullsh*ttin me right? Is you serious bruh?)
Yeah they said from now on they'd rather deal with us
I talked to Craig, Jules and Kys' a long time
Long story short they said you done lost ya damn mind
And they runnin off deeper across ya deadline
You crossin a thin line, don't give 'em a deadline
Or they suin the sh*t up out ya, they don't give a sh*t about ya
Said you ain't doin nothin they couldn't have done without ya
Man you ain't never been hotter, worked a whole lotta
Years and came up to go way back to the bottom, what

[Repeat to fade]
Hustle pimp, hustle pimp

[Outro: T.I.]
Man, the hell is y'all talkin 'bout?
I been in the house all night
I don't know nothin 'bout that sh*t man
I got the album right here!
Man send this to 'em
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