T.I. - Be Easy

Текст песни: [Intro] Ay, where the piano at shawty? Y'all ain't neva seen a dope boy play the piano and rap at the same time have you? I'ma show you somethin', dig this.. [Verse 1] I'm 22 and a vet in the game Say I'm, supercoo', still a threat at the same Time, rhyme bout the times I invested in 'caine Pleasure and pain in every aspect of the game I'm the answer to yo prayers if you prayin' for change So, I dare you compare us and say we the same When I'm, climbin' the ladder, they stuck in the same Mindframe, they accomplishments are nothin' to gain Eventually, see I'm outta yo range Except this rose gold glow from my wrist and my chain I entertain young niggaz who slang Like a picture, no frame, see it's simple and plain My shit bang, spit flames, put niggaz to shame Flow so insane, lyrics sick and derranged Now you can't, mention my city unless you mention my name T-I-P-I-M-P, I'm the man [Chorus] Ay be easy - you don't want no trouble with me Just be easy - the drama ain't nothin' to me Ay be easy - before you have problems just breathe Ay be easy - you ain't worth dyin', believe me Just be easy - you don't want yo mama to grieve Be easy - well mind yo bizness, don't bother the G Be easy - swear you stuntin' but you frontin' to me Be easy - behind the scenes or behind yo ? Ay, be easy [Verse 2] ??? kissin' ass when I came to leave Set the standard for Atlanta, rearranged the lead Okay, so what tha fuck is fame to me? I been plottin' since kindergarten, you'z a lame to me I give the niggaz what they came to see A reflection of one self where they aim to be As you can see it ain't no change in me And you won't meet another nigga off the chain as me I'm so fly, no lie, don't deny it, ya feel it So inspired by my style, decided to try it yoself Bet you won't, meet nobody ranked as high as myself The checks you waitin' on, homes, I can sign them myself Tote gats, dro smoked that, now I'm high Seats way back in the Maybach I ride Through the streets of the westside, I slap five And throw dubs, show love, nigga Repeat Chorus [T.I. talking] (Be easy in the background) What it iz pimp? T.I.P., Trap Muzik, understand that? Grand Hustle pimp! Ay, whus hattnin' Toomp? Let's ride out homie! What it iz mayne? P$C, Pimp Squad Click, shawty! Uh, uh... A-Town... stay down.. Keep it pimpin', pimpin'!

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T.I. – <p>TI was born in 1980 in Atlanta, Georgia and was raised by his grandparents. He started rapping at age 7, skipping school to hang out with friends. As a teenager, he became involved in street life and dealt with drugs - by the age of 14, Clifford had already been arrested several times. However, fate was happy for the young musician - he was noticed by the managers of the record companies and signed a contract with him even when he was a teenager. TI&#39;s first album, produced by The Neptunes, was called &quot;I&#39;m Serious&quot; (2001). Despite contributing to the recordings of many fellow rappers, sales and critical reception of the album were very modest. Critics claimed that the artist demonstrates potential, but so far his tracks sound too monotonous. The release of the album resulted in the artist&#39;s separation from his first label, Arista Records. TI launched its own label, Grand Hustle Records, where, with the help of fellow DJ Drama, began releasing mixtapes of various artists. On the same label he also released his second recording, &quot;Trap Muzik&quot; (2003). This release was more successful; however, in the same year, TI went to jail, as, apparently, did not abandon his drug dealer business. A month later, he managed to get out of prison, where he managed to illegally shoot a video clip. In 2004, TI released their next album, &quot;Urban Legend&quot;. This disc was already truly successful - two Grammy nominations and a number of other awards.</p> –
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Альбом: Be Easy

Автор Слов: A. Davis, C. Harris, G. St Clair, T. OBrien
Composer: A. Davis, C. Harris, G. St Clair, T. O'Brien, Writer: A. Davis, C. Harris, G. St Clair, T. O'Brien, Producer: DJ Toomp, Performance: T.I.
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[Intro]
Ay, where the piano at shawty?
Y'all ain't neva seen a dope boy play the piano and rap at the same time
have you?
I'ma show you somethin', dig this..

[Verse 1]
I'm 22 and a vet in the game
Say I'm, supercoo', still a threat at the same
Time, rhyme bout the times I invested in 'caine
Pleasure and pain in every aspect of the game
I'm the answer to yo prayers if you prayin' for change
So, I dare you compare us and say we the same
When I'm, climbin' the ladder, they stuck in the same
Mindframe, they accomplishments are nothin' to gain
Eventually, see I'm outta yo range
Except this rose gold glow from my wrist and my chain
I entertain young niggaz who slang
Like a picture, no frame, see it's simple and plain
My shit bang, spit flames, put niggaz to shame
Flow so insane, lyrics sick and derranged
Now you can't, mention my city unless you mention my name
T-I-P-I-M-P, I'm the man

[Chorus]
Ay be easy - you don't want no trouble with me
Just be easy - the drama ain't nothin' to me
Ay be easy - before you have problems just breathe
Ay be easy - you ain't worth dyin', believe me
Just be easy - you don't want yo mama to grieve
Be easy - well mind yo bizness, don't bother the G
Be easy - swear you stuntin' but you frontin' to me
Be easy - behind the scenes or behind yo ?
Ay, be easy

[Verse 2]
??? kissin' ass when I came to leave
Set the standard for Atlanta, rearranged the lead
Okay, so what tha fuck is fame to me?
I been plottin' since kindergarten, you'z a lame to me
I give the niggaz what they came to see
A reflection of one self where they aim to be
As you can see it ain't no change in me
And you won't meet another nigga off the chain as me
I'm so fly, no lie, don't deny it, ya feel it
So inspired by my style, decided to try it yoself
Bet you won't, meet nobody ranked as high as myself
The checks you waitin' on, homes, I can sign them myself
Tote gats, dro smoked that, now I'm high
Seats way back in the Maybach I ride
Through the streets of the westside, I slap five
And throw dubs, show love, nigga

Repeat Chorus

[T.I. talking] (Be easy in the background)
What it iz pimp? T.I.P., Trap Muzik, understand that?
Grand Hustle pimp! Ay, whus hattnin' Toomp?
Let's ride out homie! What it iz mayne?
P$C, Pimp Squad Click, shawty!
Uh, uh... A-Town... stay down..
Keep it pimpin', pimpin'!

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