T.I. - Rubberband Man Lyrics

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[Chorus] yo
Ay, who I'm is? 
Rubber band man 
Wild as the Taliban 
9 in my right, 45 in my other hand 
Who I'm is? 
Call me trouble man, always in trouble, man 
Worth a couple hundred grand, Chevys, all colors man 

[Verse 1] 
Rubber band man, like a one man band 
Treat these niggaz like tha Apollo, and I'm tha sandman 
Tote a hundred grand canon in tha waistband 
Look'n fo' a sweet lick? well this is tha wrong place man 
Seven tyme felon, what I care 'bout a case man? 
I'm campaignin' to bury tha hate, so say yo' grace man 
Ay, I don't talk behind a nigga back, I say it in his face 
I'm a thoroughbred nigga, I don't fake and I don't hate 
Check my resume nigga, my record's impeccable 
Anywhere in tha A nigga how TIP is highly respectable 
And tha M-I-A nigga I'm tryna keep it professional 
'Cause all this tongue rastling finna have me snap'n, I'm tell'n you 
From the bottom of tha Duval, Cakalacky to New York 
And everybody show'n me love that's one to you all 
Yeah, to all my Florida niggas, my Cakalacky niggas, my L.A niggas 

[Chorus 2x] 

[Verse 2] 
Call me trouble man, stay'd in some trouble man 
Some niggaz still hate'n on shawty so, they some suckas man 
Got a couple fans that love to do nothing other than 
Lick, suck, show no 'spect, but still I love 'em man 
Dig it, lil' pimpin' got tha mind and tha muscle 
Stay down on his grind put tha crown on tha hustle 
Ay, I could show ya how to juggle anything and make it double 
Weed, blow, reel estate, liquor sto' wit' no trouble 
Young cats is play'n today Marvin Gaye of my time 
Tryna stay alive, live'n how I say in my rhymes 
My cousin used to tell me, take this shyt a day at a tyme 
And told me Friday died, Sunday we a day in tha ground 
I still smile 'cause somehow I know he see'n me now 
And so I'm doing all my shows just like he in the crowd 
Ay, throw ya lightas up for my cousin Toot, (Rest In Peace) 
Aaliyah, Left Eye and Jam Master Jay. 

[Chorus 2x] 

[Verse 3] 
Grand hustle man mo' hustles than hustle man 
But why the rubber band? it representin' tha struggle man 
My folk gon' trap, until they come up wit' another plan 
Stack and crumble bread to get theyself off they momma land 
Gangstas who been servin, since you was do'n tha run'n man 
Went down, did 10, back 'round and rich again 
That's why I'm young wit' tha soul of a ole man 
I'm shell shocked, get shot slow ya roll man 
Still ryde around with tha glock on patrol man 
I ain't robbing, I'm just lookin for that dro' man 
For ma niggaz slangin blow, pimpin' hoes 
Rollin vogues, 24's 
Let these other niggaz know 

[Chorus 2x]

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lyrics submitted by Emily
lyrics corrected by Erik