"I'll Show You" lyrics - T.I.

[Verse 1: T.I.]
K-I-N-G
Solomon, Henry
Ridin' in the Bentley
They wanna send me, back to the pen
Hope they give me a ten P
Doin' it for my dog, with some case are pending
And my folk behind the waterboard city, keep it pimpin'
Tell them hatin'-ass law, bitch I'm ballin come and get me
See Tip go by, in the whip, no lie
Didn't need no wheel 'cause that shit so fly
Up, up and away, so far up at the top I sit
My air so thin, need oxygen
I'm so fucked up, intoxicants
My flow still so stupid, incompetent
Competition evidently don't know what they up against
Obviously oblivious, in the city I'm serious
I'm seriously poppin', I will be the reason why it's hot in here
Material you droppin' better push that back, that can't come out this year
I got this here, can't stop this, got this like I got blocks in here
Hit the VIP, all eyes on me like they think Pac in here
I'm ignorant, belligerent, a gangsta and a gentleman
Pay niggas no concern, ain't no DiGornio, I'm deliverin'
Center of attention, my P.O. just threw a wrench in my
Plan of execution, I'm demandin' retribution
First trip to prison, a lesson, second was just a nuisance
Peckerwood beefin' with me, they want my neck in a noose
'Cause they see a nigga's influence, luxurious and affluent
They want the king destroyed, see your majesty ruined
Nah, nothin' doin' brah, congratulations you have a
Really great advantage point, so take your vantage point
Watch, with the flip of a coin
The one they counted out soon become the nigga to join
Don't listen to the gossipers 'cause them niggas annoyin'
They speak what I know and think it's over for them (Boing!)
I bounce back, in a Boeing I fly high
With ten chicks, got high in sha la
Niggas stay talkin' all that caca
No mucho dinero? No hablar
About my dollar Givenchy, Balenciaga
How automatic my chopper, they want some problems, I got 'em BYE!

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
I'll show niggas better than tell niggas
Panel discussions 'bout Push, I never fail niggas
Combat Jack, Lindstrom, what the hell niggas?
This the new God flow, the Holy Grail niggas
Can't see me, Book of Eli, it's in Braille niggas
I'm on track to be the best, I won't derail niggas
I bend bars on bitches, I unveil nigga
OfficiallyIce, don't at 'em, show and tell nigga
Say my brother better? Big deal
Big brother, so fuck you, he hammer, can't touch him
Ride around, nigga, AMG mufflers, second fiddle to my own gene pool
We laugh about it, that's cool
I'm at the top and he better?
If you think about it, we rule
My life is an open book
My stuntin' is an open look
These gold chains, these stone rings
This cocaine that I overcooked
I overcame on Novacane, I Frank Ocean'd that fishscale
I tip scales, I tip hoes, I skip jail on my tip toes
I beat the odds, bet Tip knows, my top back and my wrist froze
And these ice cubes on my ear lobes
Like strobe lights on a fish bowl
Supreme ballers, dope dealers, shot callers
G.O.O.D. Music, Grand Hustle, what the block taught us