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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 I don't care son
Now who the hottest in New York? I don't son
You know I pull up on block, 100 round run
Looking out the with a chopper like I'm Malcolm
Be the outcome, RIP to Doe B, an real one
How many
(Don't how many times)
How many
You pay me a verse, 200 a
You book me a show, hit your town and I
(Don't how many times)
Fuck with the Hustle, get to die
All of you rappers, who with 5ive?
All of you rappers, who fucking with

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

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

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

[Verse 3: Louie & (T.I.(]
How many times you listen to lies from these frivolous guys?
I'm so sick of these
After your funeral we shoot up your repast, turn up on 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 spend that fast
With chick and a buddy, we having a blast
(Don't how many times)
I don't why haters mad at me
dissing, end up a casualty
(Don't how many times)
Hang arounds like battery
Shut up and bow to your
(Don't how many times)
Boss shit, I get you whacked for free
Could you excuse the back of me
out my mama, she had a G
Picture me rolling,

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