Clifford Joseph Harris Jr. (born September 25, 1980 in Bankhead, Atlanta, G… Read Full Bio ↴Clifford Joseph Harris Jr. (born September 25, 1980 in Bankhead, Atlanta, Georgia), better known by his stage name T.I., and also by his alter ego T.I.P., is a Grammy award winning American rapper, producer, actor, and co-CEO of Grand Hustle Records. In 2001 he released his debut solo album, I'm Serious through Arista Records. Since then he has released 2003's Trap Muzik, 2004's Urban Legend, 2006's King, 2007's T.I. vs. T.I.P, 2008's Paper Trail, and his latest CD No Mercy released December 7, 2010. In March 2009 he was sentenced to one year and one day in prison and ordered to pay a $100,300 fine for felony weapons charges. When released from prison, he will be subject to an audit of his finances, drug counseling, DNA testing, random searches of his property and will not be able to own firearms.

As of October 2008, T.I. has had nine Top 10 Billboard Hot 100 singles, with 3 of them reaching number 1 ("My Love" by Justin Timberlake on which T.I. was featured, "Whatever You Like," & "Live Your Life" featuring Rihanna).

The Love This Life Songfacts reports that Love This Life, the first official single from T.I.'s eighth album, Trouble Man, was released on April 2, 2012 via YouTube.

T.I. is from Bankhead, Atlanta, Georgia and was raised by his grandparents. T.I. explained the origin of his nickname Rubber Band Man, saying, "We used to wear rubber bands to signify how much money, how much blow we had." He was nicknamed "Tip" after his paternal great-grandfather. Upon signing with Arista Records subsidiary LaFace Records in 2001, he shortened his name to T.I. out of respect for label mate Q-Tip.
T.I. has been in a relationship with former Xscape member Tameka "Tiny" Cottle since 2001. Together, they have two sons: King and Major Harris. He has three other children with ex-girlfriend Lashon Dixon: Domani, Messiah and Deyjah. Overall, T.I. has five children.

T.I. was co-executive producer of B.G.'s upcoming album and making beats for artists like Mariah Carey, Cassidy, Rick Ross, Maino, B.o.B., Yung Joc, Young Dro, and himself. He also executive produced the soundtrack to the film Hustle & Flow and released the collection through his record label.

Trap Back Jumpin
T.I. Lyrics

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It’s time to get trap back jumping
Get shit and back popping, ho
I show these sucka niggas how it go
I show you how to move a lot of blow
Nigga say they live but they lying
So it’s time to get trap back jumping
Get shit back popping, bitch
Hey, now who done say I'm not the shit

Hey, nigga who you know that's hot as this
Seriously, I’ll show you how to do the shit

It's time to getting bricks out of that bag
Put that scale back on the desk
Set that vision wear on the stove
Next to that bakin' soda and Pyrex
Drop that water out off that pot
Let it boil up and get high
Then whip it good with your wrist like that
That's how you triple every brick you get
Made paper off of that yayo
Ask Jays about me, bet they know
Your bitch'll fuck when I say so
Plus got head busta's on my payroll
This Bankhead, homeboy, we don’t play
Violate me and this will be your day
Catch a nigga coming out of the DOA
Hit 'em with the chopper leave 'em DOA
You can play with niggas, not me, okay?
Them other niggas suckers, I’m a G, okay?
T.I. K.I.N.G., okay?
Just respect that shit and you will be okay
Let's get this shit straight once and for all
I run this shit, bar none of y’all
And none one of y'all niggas bigger than me
Can’t none of y’all take this city from me
Take years off and I’m still tight
I half ass and they still like it
You keep trap shit when I feel like
Them dope boys know what I live like
Dineros off kilos, big bank rolls don’t see lows
Of oz's makes zeros, here we go

It’s time to get trap back jumping
Get shit and back popping, ho
I show these sucka niggas how it go
I show you how to move a lot of blow
Nigga say they loud but they lie
So it’s time to get trap back jumping
Get shit back popping, bitch
Hey, now who done say I'm not the shit
Hey, nigga who you know that's hot as this
Seriously, I’ll show you how to do the shit

It’s time to put that work back in the stash box
Put that rent-a-car on that slab
Hit that highway from bout five day then come back and get cash
Got halves, quarters and whole things
Chevrolet's and them gold things
Got Rolex, got Benz's, and it's all off of that cocaine
It’s cold game but it’s cool though
Work get gone and I move blow
Won’t sit on it, it’s too low
You got twenty-one, well, here you go
I got big whips so sick y’all
And big suites, about six broads
Your shit hot, oh yeah bro, that shit drop won’t sell much
Platinum all in my wall dawg, crib big it like a mall dawg
I’m doing numbers like call logs
Lil' small money, I call y'all
My house worth your whole life, your condo's my old ice
You niggas barely in first class, I charter G4 flights
Can’t tell me shit, homie
Down here I’m good as it get, homie
Ain't nobody got shit on me
I’m a little nigga, but I’m big homie
I’m big homie , do big shit
No World Cup, I kick shit
Ride foreign, but don’t forget
I’m back trapping, got more bricks

It’s time to get trap back jumping
Get shit and back popping, ho
I show these sucka niggas how it go
I show you how to move a lot of blow
Nigga say they loud but they lie
So it’s time to get trap back jumping
Get shit back popping, bitch
Hey, now who done say I'm not the shit
Hey, nigga who you know that's hot as this
Seriously, I’ll show you how to do the shit

It's time to get them pre-paids and them metros
Back activated, talk in code
Over here we got big blow
Next do' pounds uh that petro
We get dough off anything
Got actavis if you sipping lean
Prescription pills and Molly
Even got Heroin if you 'bout it
Shawty my shop open up all night
Got blocks stacked up all white
Don't like me, that's alright
Come fight me, nigga, yeah right
And nigga get wrong and getting dead right
Get your ass, ho
Get embarrassed, ho
All about my cash flow
Your new bitch with my last ho
I got six sluts in my Maybach
Six pack under my tank top
I got a snub load that got six shots
Nigga try me, I think not
My temper bad, I might blank out
Bust a nigga before I can even think about
What I got to lose if he bust a move
Well, I got to do what I got to do
Trap rolling, bumping, always selling something
You got it if you want it and whatever for the money
On my grind, they in line for the product from the dime up
They know where to find him, do you know what it time for

It’s time to get trap back jumping
Get shit and back popping, ho
I show these sucka niggas how it go
I show you how to move a lot of blow
Nigga say they loud but they lie
So it’s time to get trap back jumping
Get shit back popping, bitch
Hey, now who done say I'm not the shit

Hey, nigga who you know that's hot as this
Seriously, I’ll show you how to do the shit

Overall Meaning

In "Trap Back Jumpin," T.I. reminisces about his days as a drug dealer and the ways he earned his money. The lyrics provide a detailed look at the process of selling drugs, from putting the work back in the stash box to activating pre-paid phones and using code talk. T.I. also boasts about his status as the king of Atlanta and how nobody can take the city from him. He also calls out his haters who doubt his success, noting that he can show them how to move a lot of blow.

The song portrays the harsh reality of the drug game, as T.I. raps about violence and potential danger. He talks about having "head busta's" on his payroll and how he's ready to catch a nigga coming out of the DOA with a chopper. The use of violent language and intense imagery serves as a reminder of the dangerous consequences that come with the drug trade.

Overall, the lyrics to "Trap Back Jumpin" provide an unapologetic view into the world of drug dealing, highlighting the potential rewards and dangers that can come with it.

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: CLIFFORD HARRIS, ALDRIN DAVIS

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