Heard nigga you with baby he don’t want no problem/If your man ain’t a killer, what the fuck I care about him/No comparison ain’t nothin’ rare about him/Witness saying he was just standing there and then they shot him/Trigger got no heart when that thing squeeze/Or they catch a body to make you my main squeeze, yeah
from At Ya Own Risk lyrics by T.I.
T.I. going left field and sounding like a clown doing it. The beat especially, chiming in like a bad remix of the Unsolved Mysteries theme. He’s trying to go the Sleepy Brown route, but is too far removed from the scene for it to sound believable. It lacks the moxie needed for entry into the Vinyl Room.
