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    Told You So

      About "Told You So"

      Lyrics for T.I. - "Told You So"

      Grand Hustle Pimp..
      Hey, whats happenin shorty
      Me being a true player and all
      I mean you know as a stand up guy you know
      I really hate to say I told you so
      But, man I told you so
      Back when we said we were goin to run this s*** man
      When we said Pimp Squad Click, Grand Hustle was the business
      When we said their was a whole nother side of Atlanta
      A nother bunch of motherf***ers in the trap, y'all didnt know

      Man, I told you so
      They thought a pimp wasn't s'posed to blow
      Because I was rappin about moving o's and blow
      Pimp I told you so
      They thought that Outkast closed the door
      And Ludacris came in and sold his 4?
      Man, I told you so
      The Mac, C-Rod, Kuntry and Dro
      And AK had the coldest flow
      N****, I told you so
      I said the future was right up under your nose
      You thought the south wouldn't explode no more
      Remember, I told you so

      Way back when Kriss-Kross was hollering "Jump" on ya tube
      They was still gettin jumped at school, we used to tote them tools
      Don't get me wrong I'll give respect to them dudes
      But approach us wrong, and we'll smoke them fools, ain't no joke it's the truth
      F*** a hater, let 'em do what it do
      I'm busy now, but I'll be through in a few
      And then I'm coming for you
      So keep s*** talking like it's something to do
      I'll spend a 100 grand get a killer something to do
      I been hustlin since 92' when I heard UGK
      Hollering "Pocket Full of Stones" I was on my way
      Had a history in the yay, before I started to trap
      13, let me take you back farther than that
      When my uncles was baggin blocks, used to count the stacks
      I was only 8, and my grand-daddy can vouch for that
      And my pops had alot of work, alot of folk he got 'em work
      And ran numbers, said if he ain't wanna, he ain't gotta work
      Why I sold rocks, I guess I got from pops
      My uncles ? man ? a chip off the old block
      The n**** you hear now the same one from off the old block
      Who used to stand on Front St. and get off the old block


      I remember the P$C, Killer Mike, David Banner and me and YoungBloodz
      Ran through Atlanta with heat, when even Atlanta was sleep
      N****, back before you heard of me
      I was middle man into serving keys when KC was serving 3
      I'm on top because I deserved to be
      So simmer down, calm your nerves at least
      Speak your words with peace
      Before you lay out on the curb deceased
      Think about it, it's absurd to beef
      I took my songs to street
      He told me dopeboy was the bomb in the street
      Since then, my name rang like alarms in the street
      Who knew how long it would be
      If only LA knew how wrong he could be
      I told you ain't nobody stronger than me


      This southern rap s*** of the day is something I helped design
      Puerto Rico of the mix show I'll let you know who the next in line
      the Snowman, Paul Wall, the Thug ?
      Alot of other n****z shouldn't of even been signed
      Thats a opinion of mine
      Because these n****z be neglecting the grind
      Ain't waiting on nobody to let me shine, I'ma go get me mine
      And then they wonder why they checks behind
      Cuz TIP was 20k? back in the day, need me to press rewind
      What be on these n****z mind, man don't get me to lyin
      I seen ya kind, dopeboy, and that ain't even ya kind
      Ain't never sold a gram of crack, and ain't no need of ya tryin
      Back in the trap, pimp I don't see him survivin


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