T.i. — Bezzle lyrics

(feat. Eightball, mjg, Bun B)

[Intro:]
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [3X]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [3X]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [3X]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch

[T. I.]
I came up bumping Eazy-E, Cube, and Dre
(Scarface, Outkast what's happening niggaz) Eightball mjg ugk
They raised me like santa raised cee
I always made the money, money never made me
Break me what this b***h you crazy
You seen with the freaks don't think she never paid me
Pimpin get a b***h, break a b***h, hit a b***h, shake a b***h
Spit game till I make this s**t turn these tricks and get me rich
Lick his a** suck my d**k bring me back my ni***z quick
Who you think you f*****g with
I'm serious about this pimpin s**t
All the ni***z I kick it with looking for a richer b***h
Get this b***h to take this trick for pounds of weed bricks and s**t
Broke b***h you get your s**t
Before I get another b***h who could fix your s**t
My pimp to strong I ain't with your s**t
You going to make me split your s**t
Two things I ain't seen is this you a fony b***h I can't get
Eyes on the ride yeah right shut the f**k......

[Chorus ad libs (T. I.)]
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [3X]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [3X]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch

[Mjg]
Whole mack load it up hard as fine blow it up
M-J-G I know you hoes and been exposed enough
I cross a tree over bag a b***h in a toaster oven
Slam dunk in pimpin and her sister if she close enough

Look right here
Open up the door and let it crook in here
Grab the mic a watch these ni***z tuck there tail and look in fear
As I bust around with no shells inside in myself
Lyrics like a conseled weapon sending you b*****s straight to hell

[Mjg]
Burning up just like in waco texas
Heating up your neckless
Scorching up your afro the devil coming at your
A** any hard one for ni***z who really want it
M-J- f*****g G with p***y and titties on it

[Eightball]
Them b*****s love when they see pimping come up in it
24 inches under somethin smoking tinted
Hustle hard for keep it cause I love to spend it
Pimping love is when your style is when you love to hit it

[Chorus ad libs (T. I.)]

[Bun B]
I came a long way from a posta posta
Till I kosta nostra kept the toaster closer
Than I'm supposed to well I poast ya procha
Ride like a roller coaster
Pistol whip you hold ya throat then choke you like a croacha croacha rocha
Pull out a light and smoke you (damn)
Pull my coat off I blessed man just streesed man
Just still elementary just a glance couldn't learn it is hurting my chances
Pack pistols just to blast it (blast it)
I put it to second guessers I blast it it just to prove it (prove it)
Mother fuckers get a moving (moving)
I born into hustling I grew up tustlin
Gave my muscle in and got into meeting my frail but hell I put my trust in
My left and right hand grinding threw the night
And I keep my family right and see some paper like a white man
Balling in the ninth (and) we holding in the light (and) sippin on worthless
Sprite and you can call it what you like
I call what the f**k I feel play the courts that f*****g peel
But we ain't sleeping till they free and pimping here that's the f*****g drill

[Chorus to fade]
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsty.com/ti-bezzle-lyrics.html ]

Songwriters: HARRIS, CLIFFORD J./SMITH, PREMRO/GOODWIN, MARLON J./FREEMAN, BERNARD JAMES/DAVIS, ALDRIN
Bezzle lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing, Royalty Network, Universal Music Publishing Group