Artist: T.I. Album: No Mercy Song: Big Picture Typed by: PDog1217@aol.com [Chorus - T.I.] Hey, it dawned on me and I see the big picture I know On everything I love, I'm the shit and I know To do it big, I gotta keep 'em out my business I know Because these niggaz like to gossip like the bitches I know (I finally get it now), I see the big picture I know On everything I love, I'm the shit and I know I run this city, wish they was in my position I know These niggaz softer than the pussies than the bitches I know (I know, I know) [Verse 1 - T.I.] Aye, what it is big dog? I know I'm the shit 'cause I bounce back, totally recover from a pit fall Don't make you a fighter just because you got your fist balled It's get right and get paid or good night and get lost Bitches talk big shit, even when my dick soft Everyday my birthday, they just wanna get they licks off Rocket ship lift off, come sit on my launch pad G5, mile high, group sex, jet lag Bullion, checks, cash, millions, just stashed Even if you hate me, surely you respect that Yeah, you're now rockin with the best dad Chicks see me and be like "look at T.I. with his sexy ass" Wishin they could take a ride on my mustache Or maybe see the inside of my plush pad But I must pass, I know what you on homie Up late one night, early morning and [Chorus] [Verse 2 - T.I.] Aye, all my motherfuckin life, I'm so motherfuckin tight They say "he think he the shit", I say "you motherfuckin right" Teach a motherfuckin dyke to learn to love suckin pipe Buses, cars, trucks and bikes in my yard, up the price of my performance, now I'm goin for a half a mil' a night Quarter million just to party, if you gossip, get it right Niggaz shiest but I know somethin if I put in a nigga life It's gonna begin a nigga trip to God and end a nigga life Man I keep it one hundred, a thousand to be precise If you 'round me frontin, go find a mountain and take a hike Yeah I know you set your sights on me, tryin to get stripes homie Look smaller but feel bigger in real life, don't he? I'm all that and more, ain't nothin about the hype phony I'm sharin life moments, can't nobody write for me You a one trick pony, I'm quadruple threat homie Up late four in the morning and [Chorus] [Verse 3 - T.I.] I'm clearly somethin special, officially I'm the best who Did it in my city and even in the U.S, you Must agree, they can't fuck with me, I'm a beast unless you Hatin, you ain't gotta be sneezin for me to "bless you" If the records don't hit you, I bet the movie'll get you If cool don't seem to catch your attention, I'm a impress you With swagger long term, Hollywood bitches to tag along Groupies just imagine on, they know what I'm braggin on I got a message you can pass along, tell a friend We gettin long paper Jay, we made it back from Hell again Been knockin on Heaven's door, residin there forever more Promoters, this worth every cent, you couldn't buy a better tour And you are forced to admire the Messiah Expressin your desire, you're just preachin to the choir The nation has inquired to hear your Majesty, Sire I'm flyin high up one mornin and [Chorus]