T.I. feat. Mac Boney. . This a trap. This aint no album. This aint no game. This a trap (trap muzik). [Repeat 8x]. [1st Verse]. Welcome back to the trap. Niggas back in the trap. Wit another heavy chevy. Big dope boys and trap. All you rap niggas role out. I trap when it's cold out. Whack niggas flyin. But I stay down to I'm sold out. Cause down a hundred ground. Like a rapping in a dope house. Man wherever I be. The feds got me scoped out. Mother fucker let my nuts hang. Block out the duc canes. Cook it to it bubbles. Doulble fast as a mustang. I know you think you fuck man. But little showty tuff man. Been a long time. Since a nigg from Alanta. Spit this nuts game. Thats a very few of real niggas. So how could they give nigga. The feelin that a real nigga. Would get around a real nigga. All they do is still niggas ideas. And rhythm wit em. Holla sumthin similar. Talking bout the hood. Like they hung in em. I got a million rhythms. Want em come get em. What bitch you pussy nigga. I'm just havin fun wit em. [chorus repeat 8x]. [verse 2]. Still telling niggas. I aint wholing I aint crolling. When the 12 hit the corner. I aint brolling I aint rolling. Keep the coat stretch out. Like Carl Louis Hamstring. Stepped on like I'm working. With the damn thing. Drible baby aint seen. What I do to a ounce of doe. A whip man on my pager. Like I pay you folks. To whip somemoore. I'm doper than the fluid cellur. I flip it all up by myself. I give my niggas recipes. So they can turn to sumthin else. They love to work. Thats why I keep em comin. Like conlasions plate. We flip the cake. We move this shit from Georgia. Baby state to state. Attemadate. Niggas in the city. Who've been moving weight. Nobody loosing weight. They fuck with us. Cause you've been known to hate. Demonstrate. The way we turned the trout. Out in '98. Sarted out in '95. Started out with nicks and dimes. Niggas you done lost your mind. Thinking you could set up shop. Pimpin I respect the game. Lets take this to another block. [chorus repeat 8x]. [outro talk]. [outro verse]. Pimp squad. Showty still in the trap. When I spot a scene hot. With the man name Jon. And the collad green pot. On alot of straight hen. And alot of green pot. Compation in a range. Like he gotta be stop. Well maybe I will be. But probably not. Oh what the blood cloak. You try to knock em out and he sock. Listen to me I'm serious. Thinkin how did he not. End up way up. On the top of Detroit. If come where I was. You gotta be pop. And if you really want to pop. And I rather be dropped. Listen pops. Want to know a little more. About rap. Firts rule this is real. It aint just a record deal. Its a trap. [music continues]. [music fades]