T.I. - How lyrics

[Intro: T.I.] Don't know how many times [Verse 1: King Louie & (T.I.)] Coney Island riding with a shotgun New York, BK, where I come from Now who the hottest in New York? I don't care son Now who the hottest in New York? I don't care son You know I pull up on your block, 100 round run 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, 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 Don't know how many times Don't know how many times [Verse 2: T.I.] How many times must I tell you I shoot you, won't do any time? Carbons, ARs, and 45s or better AK 47, won't shoot at the 9 Head check, we jump through And run through and replace by pressing rewind s**er, ain't no need to ask how I do Just please believe me and my shooter, we fine And all I demand is respect You can do that and we fine sh** 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 cane, I'm f**ing you over? It's over, hustle as long as you know it And from there, the decision is over [Hook: T.I.] Don't know how many times Don't know how many times Don't know how many times 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 Don't know how many times Don't know how many times