[Intro: T.I.]
Ayy, man, I still got them things

[Chorus: T.I.]
Ayy, this a trap (C'mon)
This ain't no album, this ain't no game
This a trap (Trap music)
This ain't no album, this ain't no game
This a trap (Trap music)
This ain't no album, this ain't no game
This a trap (Trap music)
This ain't no album, this ain't no game
This a trap (Trap music)
This ain't no album, this ain't no game
N***a, this a trap (Trap music)
This ain't no album, this ain't no game
This a trap (Trap music)
This ain't no album, this ain't no game
This a trap (Trap music)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Ayy, welcome back to the trap, n***as back in the trap
With another heavy Chevy, big dope boys and trap n***as
All you rap n***as roll out, I trap when it's cold out
Wack n***as flying, but I stay down 'til I'm sold out
We the sound underground, like I'm rapping in a dope house
Might as well be, the way the feds got me scoped out
Ayy, but fuck 'em! Let my nuts hang, block's hot, I does 'caine
Cook it 'til it bubble, double, fast as a Mustang
I know you thinking, "Fuck, man, lil' shawty tough, man"
Been a long time since a n***a from Atlanta spit this much game
Ayy, that's a rare few of real n***as, so how could they give a n***a
The feeling that a real n***a get around a real n***a?
All they do is steal n***as' ideas and run with 'em
Holler something simple, talking 'bout the hood, fake like they hung in 'em
I got a million rhymes, want 'em? Come get 'em
What beef? These pussy n***as? Man, I'm just having fun with 'em
[Chorus: T.I.]
Ayy, this a trap (C'mon)
This ain't no album, this ain't no game
This a trap (Trap music)
This ain't no album, this ain't no game
This a trap (Trap music)
This ain't no album, this ain't no game
This a trap (Trap music)
This ain't no album, this ain't no game
This a trap (Trap music)
This ain't no album, this ain't no game
N***a, this a trap (Trap music)
This ain't no album, this ain't no game
This a trap (Trap music)
This ain't no album, this ain't no game
This a trap (Trap music)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 2: Mac Boney]
Still telling n***as, I ain't holding, I ain't folding
When the 12 hit the corner, I ain't rolling, I ain't rolling
Keep the coke stretched out like Carl Lewis' hamstrings
Stepped-on like I'm working with the dance team
Triple-beam ain't seen what I do to a ounce of blow
The wet man on my pager like, "I'll pay you folks to whip some more"
I'm doper than the pure itself, I cook it all up by myself
I give my n***as recipes so they can turn to chefs theyself
They love the work, that's why I keep 'em coming like collection plates
We flip the cake then move this shit from Georgia, baby, state to state
Intimidate n***as in the city who been moving weight
Your pockets losing weight, they fuck with us 'cause you been known to hate
Demonstrate the way we turned the drought out in '98
It started out in '95, started out with nicks and dimes
N***a, you done lost your mind, thinking you could set up shop
Pimpin', I respect the grind, let's take it to another block
[Chorus: T.I.]
Ayy, this a trap (C'mon)
This ain't no album, this ain't no game
This a trap (Trap music)
This ain't no album, this ain't no game
This a trap (Trap music)
This ain't no album, this ain't no game
This a trap (Trap music)
This ain't no album, this ain't no game
This a trap (Trap music)
This ain't no album, this ain't no game
N***a, this a trap (Trap music)
This ain't no album, this ain't no game
This a trap (Trap music)
This ain't no album, this ain't no game
This a trap music

[Skit: T.I. & Mac Boney]
Twelve! Let's go, man!
Let's go!
Let's go!
That damn dog!
Man, follow me. Follow me, shawty.
Let's hit it!
Hit the cut, pimp! Hit the cut!
Watch out, now!
Fence! Let's go, let's go!
Shit! Damn!
Aight, fuck it! C'mon!
[*BEAT SWITCH*]

[Interlude: T.I.]
Pimp Squad, shawty

[Verse 3: T.I.]
A n***a still in the trap when the spot'll seem hot
With the mayonnaise jar and the collard-green pot
On a lot of straight Hen' and a lot of green pot
Competition in a rage, like, "he gotta be stopped"
Well, maybe I will be, but probably not
Oh, what the bloodclaat—he try, knock 'im out of he socks
Listen to I'm Serious, thinking, "How did he not ...
End up way up on the top of the chart?"
That's because where I was, see, you gotta be pop
If you really want to pop, and I rather be dropped
Listen, Pops, want to know a little more about rap?
First rule: If it's real, it ain't just a record deal
It's a trap!