Rubberband man, wide as the teleband 9 on my right, .45 in my otha hand - T.I.

I give a goddamn if I never sell anotha milla
I'll take my ass right back to silla hilla billa
Compounds, come down, every day sell yay
Just like the old days stack anotha mill up

I'm talkin to you, sucka nigga you can stunt all ya wanna stunt
I know you won't bust a gun, yeah punk-I'm talkin to you
Fuck nigga, you can hate all you wanna hate
I know you a fake, make no mistake bitch, I'm talkin to you

I'm on top cuz I deserve to be
So simmer down, calm your nerves at least
Speak your words with peace
Before you lay out on the curb deceased.