Rubber Band Man (Remix)

[Intro: T.I.]
Is that T.I. over there? is that him?
Is that you? Rubber Band Man
Boyyyyyy..... is that T.I.? Whoooo..
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Remix pimp, yeah, y'all already know what it is man
T.I.P, came from the south, Rubber Band man boyyyyy...
Connected with my folk from the West Mack 9
My folk from the Chi' Twista
And T Double D, from the bottom

[Chorus: T.I.]
Rubber Band man, wild as the Taliban
Nine in my right, forty-five in my other hand
I'm in trouble man, always in trouble man
Worth a couple hundred grand
Chevy's all colors man, who I'm isss...?

[Verse 1: T.I.]
I'm young pimpin', way out of ya vision
Don't set your sights on my position, I'm way out ya division
I was grindin' while you was tryin' to figure out your division
I'm sittin' on the block and watchin' hustlas makin' a killin'
Until I, jumped in the game without my uncle's permission
Against all of my family's wishes through whatever conditions
I'm workin' trappin' servin' kitchens with intentions of gettin'
My mittens on a couple million workin' off of comission
Everyday I'm on a mission where heavy yay is, so listen
I buy it, flip it, weigh it, ship it, 'til you cook it and sniff it
When I talk, G's listen, they can see I been livin' the same, life that I'm spittin'
I ain't frontin' and trippin'
I came, out of the trap I ain't just come here to visit
I named the album Trap Muzik cause I'm being specific ya lames
To my niggas still investin' in caine
I'm wearin' rubber bands just out of respect for the game

[Verse 2: Mack 10] & (T.I.)
(Who I'm isss...) Mack the dope mayn
Who bang is the game and we got that wicked heroine you jam in your vein
It's simple and plain, my cocaine off the chain
My ballin' fastbreak, you got that half-court game
Y'all just be talkin' and ramblin', ain't really grindin' and gamblin'
But in my hood, the kids is all black like Grambling
And they stay scramblin', hustle hard on the boulevard
Rob ya, leave ya scarred, and pull ya whole card
I got that wizerk, dawg I got them birdies that don't chizerp
Water, X pills, sticky green and the purple sizzurp
And no matter where I'm at, it's west coast up front
I'm low key, I can't stunt and move a hundred bricks a month
In the east they like my swagger, them broads be up on me
In the south they love me, cause I'm down and dirty homie
And if you get it how you live as a gangsta then stand up
Mack10 a 'D boy', so my cash is rubberbanned up

[Verse 3: Trick Daddy] & (T.I.)
(Who I'm isss...) I represent for the Tre-o-five
Down with the rubberband man, y'all call him young T.I
See I been an O.G., far from O.D. and this is
T double D don't even call me Maurice, now listen
My description is tall, dark, skinny, and ill-mannered
A hood negro with a little bit of Spanish, be like
Say yo papi, I got, yayo papi if your price is right come on down and y'all copy
Watch me, I'm gettin' money like it's 1984
Got so much cash Bill Gates could kiss my ass (yeah)
I'm such a player they call me Juan Pierre
Been ballin' since my younger years like ya boy Cabrera
I ain't no sentimental nigga, I'm sittin' on spinners nigga
And when I'm, draggin' my denim don't you bustas try to get 'em mmm..
I'm from the parts where the stars like them [??] stars
Quality sound beatin' down each and every car

[Verse 4: Twista] & (T.I.)
(Who I'm isss...)I'm a windy city man, the one that take a cigarillo to the brain
Love to get it crunk in the south where my cousins from, and shawty shake that thang
Take a hipno' to the dome, smokin when I'm rollin, wood on chrome
Bump if it ain't Kamikaze or Trap Muzik then I dont put it on
When I'm on the porch I'm a Pac-Man, yell out that I got that dro', watchin for the po'
You can get the jab for one hunnid but I'm givin out the ounces for fo', let a nigga kno'
Call me the rain mane from the place where they gang bang
Where them thangs hang, and the brains hang, where we gotta main-tain
Can I cut and hit it girl, come on let me get it get it girl
I love the girls from New Orleans, to ATL, to St. Louis, and the "Windy City" girls
Blow fire man, when that ho slide on the pole like a fireman
Smoke dro so fire, when you throw it at the wall it stick like Spider-Man
Cause you messin with the 'icky, hit the tip up in the alley for the fifty
Steady bumpin' in the club sippin Moet and Crissy, come on y'all kick it with me
"Why?" cause it ain't no thang man, Twista gone chop that change mane
Cause I'm number one on Billboard with a bullet but I ain't gone change mane

[Chorus: Twista]
I'm the Slow Jam man, rollin' wit' the rubber band man
There's some niggas in my right
With a .357 off in my other hand
(Who I'm isss..) Call me Trouble Man, always in trouble man
Worth a couple hundred grand
Chevy's all colors man, who I'm isss..?