I'm Serious

[T.I.]
Hey take a good look at me, now picture me unhappy
No cash and outta fashion, not flashing
Picture me doing bad even if I wasn't rapping
Picture me even breathe on the mic not snapping
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)
A ghetto 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 matter fact picture T.I.P.
Getting anything other than rich
Now can you picture this, young, pompus, African son of a bitch
Labeled as anything less than "the shit", I can't see it

[Chorus: Beenie Man]
Dis bad man you get shot, anyways
Bad man nuh tek back chat, no day
Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat zigga, zigga
We always gonna stay 'pon top always
Dis bad man you get shot, anyways
Bad man nuh tek back chat no day
Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat zigga, zigga
We always gonna stay 'pon top, always

[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 Pierre Jouet wristwear
T.I.P. your majesty's right see'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 where it cost
Smile for the cameras, take your shirts off
Y'all niggas acting, take ya skirts off
Hopping bomb-ass nigga and he ain't wanna work boss
I'm getting sick and tired off these phony renditions
Wonder why I don't consider them no competition
There's no vision, lil' ambition
How I feel about these niggas, and my word, are ya kidding?

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
Some niggas wonder what my goal is
They think it's going gold having hoes sweating me
Fuck that, I'm in it for the longevity
Picture me as one of the greatest that'll ever be
Compare me to, Tupac, B.I.G., and Jay-Z
Work with legends like, Organo, 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 dropped
Ten thousand dolla work for clo', when I go shop
In the Apollo on them 'boes 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]
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 that shit)
An a ziggi-ziggi-zagga (Bad man sitting)
Straight from Jamaica (Alright lemme give this to ya)
Alright lemme tell them something (See it's going down)