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T.I.]
Don't know how many

[Verse 1: Louie & (T.I.)]
Coney Island riding a shotgun
New York, BK, where I from
Now who the hottest in New York? I care son
Now who the hottest in New York? I care son
You know I pull up on your block, 100 run
Looking out the window with a chopper like I'm
Be the outcome, RIP to Doe B, an Alabama one
How many
(Don't know how times)
How many
You pay me a verse, 200 a
You me a show, hit your town and I shine
(Don't know how times)
Fuck the Hustle, get ready to die
All of you rappers, who with 5ive?
All of you rappers, who fucking with

T.I.]
Don't know how many
know how many times
Don't how many times
Don't know how times

2: T.I.]
How times must I tell you
I shoot you, won't do any
Carbons, ARs, and 45s or
AK 47, shoot at the 9
Head check, we through
And run through and replace by pressing
Sucker, no need to ask how I do
please believe me and my shooter, we fine
And all I demand is
You can do that and we
Shit you not be to
Leave you wet like Moet, nowhere to be
How times must I show you
You get the cane, I'm fucking you over?
It's over, hustle as as you know it
And there, the decision is over

T.I.]
Don't know how many
know how many times
Don't how many times
know how many times

[Verse 3: Louie & (T.I.(]
How many times will you listen to lies from these guys?
I'm so of these guys
After funeral we shoot up your repast, turn up on your old ass
(Don't know how times)
How many times will I run up that cash just to up that cash
I can't die with that cash so I that cash fast
With chick and a buddy, we having a blast
(Don't how many times)
I know why haters mad at me
Sneak dissing, end up a
(Don't how many times)
Hang looking like battery
Shut up and bow to your
(Don't how many times)
Boss shit, I could get you whacked for
Could you excuse the back of me
out my mama, she had a G
Picture me rolling,

T.I.]
Don't know how many
Don't know how many
know how many times
Don't how many times