I’m Serious

Lyrics

[Verse 1: T.I.] Ay, take a good look at me - now picture me unhappy No cash and outta fashion, not flashin' Picture me doin' bad even if I wouldn't rappin' Picture me even breathe on the mic not snappin' I'm fire hot not lukewarm, my arms frozen Picture me in a room full of hoes unchosen Picture me with no P.O. and no 'dro Picture pimps walk with some broads and ain't gettin' no 'tho L.A. gone and I ain't gotta deal no mo' (Picture that) And Ghet-o-Vision ain't real no mo' (Picture that) Ah T.I.P. ain't work for MIA no mo' He still so-so (picture that) he still po' Nigga picture that, ah matta fact picture T.I.P Gettin' anything other than rich Now can you picture this, young, pompus, arrogant son of a bitch Labelled as anything less than "the shit", I can't see it [Chorus: Beenie Man] Dis bad man you get shot, anywhere Bad man nuh tek back chat, no day Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat, zagga zow Any bwoy flip dem ago flap - come again Dis bad man you get shot, any day Bad man nuh tek back chat, anywhere Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat - bak Any bwoy flip dem ago [Verse 2: T.I.] Pull up in a blue coupe that's damn near clear And Polo gear that won't drop 'til next year Be like this here, Cartier frames and Piaget wristwear T.I.P. your majesty's right c'here Notice when I came the dames disappeared, ya lames listen here To play me, ba-by, hey he Gone need a track from God featuring Jesus or Jay-Z Go on floss, ball but where it cost Smile for the cameras, take your shirts off Y'all niggas actin, take ya skirts off Hoppin bomb-ass nigga and he ain't wanna work boss I'm gettin' sick and tired of these phony renditions Wonder why I don't consider them no competition There's no vision - lil' ambition How I feel about these niggas, am I worried? Are ya kiddin'? [Chorus: Beenie Man] Dis bad man you get shot, anywhere Bad man nuh tek back chat, no day Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat, zagga zow Any bwoy flip dem ago flap - come again Dis bad man you get shot, any day Bad man nuh tek back chat, anywhere Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat - bak Any bwoy flip dem ago [Verse 3: T.I.] Some niggas wonder what my goal is They think it's goin' gold havin' hoes sweatin' me Fuck that, I'm in it for the longevity Picture me as one of the greatest that'll ever be Comparing me to, 2Pac, B.I.G., and Jay-Z Work with legends like, Organized No-I-Z., and J.D Neptunes, they even flow on one of Dre's beats Fly to Miami, chill with Luke and we can trade freaks I freak shows, just peep hoes under shade trees Huh, but KP say just keep it top-notch And make sure that the club is jumpin' like it's hop-scotch Floss rocks and in the summer keep the top drop Ten thousand dollars worth of clothes when I go shop In the Impala on them vogues so the hoes jock Especially when I rock that linen suit with no socks In Polo skippers, they undo zippers And they shows cock, to show shot shit Bitch, I'm serious [Chorus: Beenie Man] Dis bad man you get shot, anywhere Bad man nuh tek back chat, no day Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat, zagga zow Any bwoy flip dem ago flap - come again Dis bad man you get shot, any day Bad man nuh tek back chat, anywhere Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat - bak Any bwoy flip dem ago [Outro: Beenie Man] Well it's a Neptunes sound (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Zagga-zagga-za, na-na-na-na-na (T.I.P.) Whoa na-na-na-na (Beenie Man) (Zagga-za-za-za, Oh we dat shit) An a ziggi-ziggi-zagga (Bad man sittin) Straight from Jamaica (Alright lemme give this to ya) Alright lemme tell them somethin (See it's goin down)