Download clean vinyl LP CD free mp3 audio song by T.I and this music is titled “Big Shit Poppin’ (Do It)”.
Actually this amazing music is popped out of an album which is titled “T.I. vs. T.I.P.” And it was released in the year 2007.
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Big Shit Poppin’ (Do It) Lyrics
Hey, hey what you waitin’ for?
Do it, (you better) do it, (you better) do it
What you waitin’ for?
Do it, (’cause I’m a) do it, (’cause I’m a) do it
Do it, (you know we) do it, (you know we) do it
Let me hear ya say big shit poppin’ and little shit stoppin’
Big shit poppin’ and little shit stoppin’
Ball on these niggas, bein’ broke is not an option
Now do it, (you better) do it, (you better) do it
Hey what you waitin’ for?
Now do it to the maximum, take it why you askin’ em
Don’t listen to them suckers when they say you too irrational
See, I said it on “King” and them lames started laughin’ and
Same suckers now want the King on a track with ’em
I composed several classicals, you know like “Top Back”
“Dope Boy”, “Bring ‘Em Out”, and “What You Know About That”
Now they ask how I talk, what you know about that?
Dominated o six, now I’m goin’ right back (do it)
See me rain hell, I just showed you like that
Even Denzel say, “Damn, I ain’t know it like that”
Nigga yeah, still Bankhead, you can tell
Ain’t nothin’ changed but the name on the mail
I still kick in doors with them things in the air
Up in Benihana’s, see me slang in the chair
I will slang ‘caine, no such thing as a jail
Say you need a hundred squares?
It just came off the scale
Now do it like a ball player
Where you see me ball at
Stacks tall as ball players
From the stage to the air
Whether in Miami, Cincinnati, or the Riverdale
Arizona, California, make it rain anywhere
Pullin’ out that pistol nigga, who you think you fin’ to scare?
Twenty rounds of missiles have you pissin’ in your underwear
I tote a pair of forty cals so you better tone it down
Or I suggest you just prepare yourself for when it goin’ down
A-Town, West Side, club where you’ll catch me
Right up at the top where Big Kuntry, Dro, and Mack be
Jack o’ Lions say they caught me slippin’, how could that be?
I’m something like a stalker, I be everywhere the strap be
The trap be, jumpin’ with them hundred dollar slabs
If I want it nigga, I could get a hundred on the tab
Sell ’em all, double down, nigga do the math
Think I won’t pull up in something with two hundred on the dash?
Now I do it like I wanna do it and do that shit in front of you
Real nigga vision pimpin’, I ain’t seein’ none of you
I do it for my nigga Phil’s daughter and his mama too
I do it for my oldest sons and their grandmama too
Do it for my daughters and my youngest son’s mama who
Go buy what she want because she know it ain’t a problem to
You do something to them and to you I’ll bring the drama to
You do it for a day or so, we do it for a month or two
I do it for my partners, go make sure them niggas stuntin’ too
We do it with them choppers, ain’t no problem, where you runnin’ to?
I do it for the block, that why ain’t nobody stoppin’ me
I do it for my pop and my cousins too, they watchin’ me
I did it nonstop, now see how these niggas copy me
I made it from the bottom to the top where I oughta be
Who do it did good and do it did fresh
No matter what I do you know I do it to death