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In The A

In The A Lyrics Big Boi feat. T.I. & Ludacris

Album: Vicious Lies & Dangerous Rumors

[Hook: Big Boi]
I keep it player while some choose to play it safe
Boy, check the resume, it’s risky business in the A
I keep it player while some choose to play it safe
Boy, check the resume, it’s risky business in the A

A in the A, in the A, in the A
A in the A, in the A, in the A
A in the A, in the A, in the A
A in the A, in the A, in the A

[Verse 1: T.I.]
I’m a Bank Head, nigga, you can bank that, nigga
Lookin’ for a sucker, well I ain’t that nigga
I’m lookin’ for the money, where the bank at, nigga?
I’m triple OG, I crank that nigga
I’m cold, ridin’ through the city on fours
Got the cash in the rollers for the bitches and the hoes
Hangin’ out the window of a Bentley
I just met my connect, dropped off, smokin’ a blunt
Herb man keep rollin’, ain’t we ballin’?
Got a problem with it, nigga, bang that 40
Niggas nowadays just act like shorties
Don’t spit that cocaine like Shorty
Set it off 5 days, flaunt ink like shorty
Flow don’t go insane, I’m mental
Blowin’ presidential, 20 bricks all in the rental
We offical ATLiens
With plenty Yay’ to sell ‘em, and
DEA on our tail again
Well tell him he gon’ mail again
Dope boy, trap, nigga shit, I did it
Say you want 100 bricks?
Well I’ll bet I’ll get it
Tell all these sucka niggas tryin’ to rep my city
K-I-N-G bitch, best get with it
All I know is I’m gon’ get it, swag so silly
Checks on deck, I’m racked up with it
Got a house, got a car, stay stacked up with
Got a Louis V. bag, stay sacked up with it
Big diamonds in my Cuban
They won’t be where we go shootin’
Man, in the A it’s undisputed
We some legends, best to do it

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Big Boi]
King shit, Buckingham Palace
And I’m buckin’ on the motherfuckin’ beat, god damn it
I, ain’t lost a step, but some of y’all niggas flawed to death
At this player’s ball I was called the best
And now they only call me Daddy Fat Saxx, at odds
That Cadillacker with the diamonds in the back
And the sunroof top, my daughter say I’m lackin’ the Vitamin D
I need the sun, won’t stop
Shine brighter, rhyme tighter
Than anybody in your Top 10, my nighger
My nigga
Like a postman, I deliver
See I’m the letter with the anthrax in it
Pass that, hit it
Sniff it, snort it, then go and take a bump, shorty
I’ll take her number ‘cause I’m certain there’s chumps
That want to jump up and get me down, I’m brand Nubian
Brand new again, never get old
When I was a little boy they said I had a old soul
Oh go, ride with some pimps on the hoe stroll, now that’s slow co
And you’re loco, and I’m global
That means worldwide, like a rising tide
I’m gonna subside and rise again like clockwork
C-Bone is gonna show you how that glock work
Non-violent, though
No violence, just stylin’, hoe
From the birthplace of MLK
Where everything ain’t okay, but KKK
I’m more Malcom than Martin
Come get some, be a target
Standin’ in the kitchen with the AK
AK - A! That’s all!

[Hook]

(Check the resume, nigga)
(Told ‘em it’s a marathon not a sprint)
(Need I repeat myself?)

[Verse 3: Ludacris]
Now this is the A-Town
Come on the premises if you wanna
Play with death you get stung
Like the crocodile hunter
Got them racks, slangin’ them packs
And no we can’t leave the sacks alone
Hired an assistant ‘cause my weed need a chaperone
Luda! And then Big Boi’ll pass the lighter
I’m convinced that we started the California brush fires
One two, and it don’t stop
So many whips at my crib, your chick came, the bitch thought it was a road block
Spendin’ cash so fast you think I’m foolish
And I love chicks with ass throwin’ arcs like St. Louis
Who’s it? Got chicks huggin’ my nuts like a Speedo
‘Cause when I’m on the mic I go for broke like T.O.
But we know I’m rich and pay the bills at my mother’s house
Atlanta crib’s jealous cause I’m chillin’ at my other house
Yeah you may be able to out-trap me
But none of you niggas’ll ever out-rap me

[Hook]

[Outro]
What is this that you say?!
What’s this you say?!
Is that what you say?!
Is that what you say?!
Is that what you say?
They stay out all night on the basketball court
Practicing and practicing their jump shot
Practicing their hook shot, and practicing and practicing
And then they’re qualified for the majors
Why can’t you stay up all night practicing your multiplication?
Practicing your chemistry, practicing your physics?
Why can’t you stay up practicing that?!
If practice makes perfect, why do you just specialize in fun things
and not the things that require effort, commitment and sacrifice?

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