5IVE MICS - How Many Times? (Remix) lyrics

[Produced by FKi] [Verse 1: 5ive Mics & T.I.] Don't know how many times Coney Island riding with a shotgun New York, BK where I come from But who the hottest in New York? I don't care son But who the hottest in New York? I don't care son You know I pull up on your block, hundred round drum Looking out the window with a chopper like I'm Malcolm Be the outcome RIP to Doe B, an Alabama real one How many times? Don't know how many times How many rhymes? You pay me a verse, it's 200 a line You book me a show, hit your town and I shine Don't know how many times f** with the Hustle, get ready to die All of you rappers, who f**ing with 5ive? All of you rappers, who f**ing with 5ive? [Hook: T.I.] Don't know how many times Don't know how many times (How many times must I tell you) Don't know how many times (How many times must I tell you I'll shoot you, won't do any time) Don't know how many times (How many times must I tell you I'll shoot you, won't do any time) Don't know how many times [Verse 2: T.I.] How many times must I tell you I'll shoot you, won't do any time Carbons, ARs, and 45s or better AK 47, won't shoot any nines That check we thumb through it, run through it Replace it by pressing rewind s**er ain't no need to ask how I do it Just please believe me and my shooter we fine And all I demand is respect, you can do that and we fine Should you not be able to Leave you wet like Moet, nowhere to be found How many times must I show you you gon' get the king I'm f**ing you over, it's over Long as you know it And from there the decision is yours [Hook: T.I.] Don't know how many times Don't know how many times (How many times must I tell you) Don't know how many times (How many times must I tell you I'll shoot you, won't do any time) Don't know how many times (How many times must I tell you I'll shoot you, won't do any time) Don't know how many times [Verse 3: King Louie & T.I.] How many times will you listen to lies from these frivolous guys? I'm so sick of these guys After your funeral we shoot up your repast, turn up on your old a** Don't know how many times How many times will I run up that cash just to f** up that cash I can't die with that cash so I spend that cash fast With your chick and a buddy, we having a blast Don't know how many times I don't know why haters mad at me Sneak dissing, end up a casualty Don't know how many times Hang arounds looking like battery Shut up and bow to your majesty Don't know how many times Boss sh**, I could get you whacked for free Could you please excuse the back of me Shout out my mama, she had a G Picture me rolling, gallery [Hook: T.I.] Don't know how many times Don't know how many times (How many times must I tell you) Don't know how many times (How many times must I tell you I'll shoot you, won't do any time) Don't know how many times (How many times must I tell you I'll shoot you, won't do any time) Don't know how many times