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T.I.]
Don't know how many

[Verse 1: Louie & (T.I.)]
Coney riding with a shotgun
New York, BK, where I come
Now who the hottest in New I don't care son
Now who the in New York? I don't care 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 times?
(Don't know how times)
How rhymes?
You pay me a verse, 200 a
You book me a show, hit town and I shine
(Don't know how times)
with the Hustle, get ready to die
All of you rappers, who fucking 5ive?
All of you rappers, who with 5ive?

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

2: T.I.]
How many times must I you
I you, won't do any time?
Carbons, ARs, and 45s or
AK 47, shoot at the 9
check, we jump through
And run through and by pressing rewind
Sucker, no need to ask how I do
Just please believe me and my shooter, we
And all I is respect
You can do that and we
you not be able to
Leave you wet like Moet, to be found
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 from there, the is over

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

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

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