Artist: T.I. f/ Mack 10, Trick Daddy, Twista Album: Rubber Band Man (Remix) 12" Song: Rubber Band Man (Remix) Typed by: email@example.com, firstname.lastname@example.org [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 Playa, 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 My folk from the Chi' Twista And T Double D, from the bottom [Hook - 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 One - 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' and killin' until I, jumped in the game without my uncle's permission Makin', solvin' my family's wishes through whatever conditions I'm workin' trappin' servin' kitchens with intentions to get in my mittens under cover millions workin' off of comission everyday I'm on a mission with heavy haters so listen Divide it, flip it, weigh and 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 come here to visit I named the album Trap Muzik 'cause I'm being specific To my niggaz still investin' in caine I'm wearin' rubber bands just out of respect for the game [Verse Two - Mack 10] (T.I.) (Who I'm isss...) Mack the dope mayn Who bang is the game and we 'bout heroine you jam in your fame It's simple and plain my cocaine off the chain My ballin' fatsbreak, you got that half-court game Y'all just talkin' and ramblin' ain't really grindin' and gamblin' but in my hood, the kids is all black like gramlin 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 Bought an X pill filthy green and the purple sizzurp And no matter where I'm at, is west coast or 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 Three - 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.'n 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 Four - Twista] (T.I.) (Who I'm isss...)I'm a windy city man, the one that take sip and run it to the brain love to get it crunk in the south where my cousins from, and shawty shake that thang take the hipno' to the dome, smokin when I'm rollin, wood on chrome thump if it ain't Kamikaze or Trap Muzik then I dont put it on when I'm on the court call my pacman, yell out that I got that dro', watchin for that po' you can get that Jag for a hundred but I'm givin out the ounces for fo', let a nigga kno' Call me the rain man from the place where they gang bang where them thangs bang, and the brains hang, where we gotta main-tain Can I cutt 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 "the Windy City" girls Blow fire man, when that hoe slide down the pole like a fireman smoke dro so fire we could throw it at the wall it stick like spiderman 'Cause you messin with the 'icky, hit the tip up in the alley for the fifty steady ballin 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 man cause I'm number one on Billboard with a bullet but I ain't gone change man [Hook - Twista] I'm the Slow Jam man, rollin' wit' the rubber band man Got some niggas in my right with a Three Fifty-seven off in my other hand (Who I'm isss..) I'm in trouble man, always in trouble man Worth a couple hundred grand Chevy's all colors man, who I'm isss..?