Let Em Know T I lyrics
Original Lyrics
English
[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Runnin' to the checkered flag, runnin' through the red light
12 catch me gunnin', won't pull over 'til I'm dead, right
Ridin' 'til the sun rise, care none 'bout no bedtime
Ain't gon' catch no bitch that's ridin' with me 'less that head fire, better know
From Westside Atlanta up to Bed-Stuy, all the way to Crenshaw
I'ma handle mine, nigga better know
Big shit poppin', ain't no lil' shit
Droppin' bags, it's a lot to you, to me, a lil' bit, let 'em know
From ridin' Chevy, .40 cal in my lap (Uh-huh)
Real dope boys in the trap (Uh-huh)
The big yacht, ballin' like a big shot
Niggas on my dick, bet' make room for ya bitch, gotta let 'em know (Ayy)
I don't tongue wrestle, I don't lip box (Uh-huh)
Solitaires, all I do is big rocks
I came from dealin' rock all the way to hit charts
[Refrain: T.I.]
On the throne, bitch ain't what I'm on, she can kick rocks, let her know
[Chorus: T.I.]
My foot up on the gas
I'm blowin' money fast (Better know)
I'm on these haters' ass
I know these niggas mad (Better let 'em know)
[Verse 2: T.I.]
Big dog, all we get is bread, I ain't ever scared
Big flex on a nigga head, what I'm standin' on?
Business, big check, we done did that
Pushin' wig back, better give me respect and some more
Atlanta know, 'fore I was booking shows for a grand or so
I was sellin' grams right on Campbellton, lettin' hammers go
Lames speakin' to me, what you need a camera for?
From Center Hill to hittin' hoes in center folds, better know
They call it ballin', we just call it livin'
They say you live and die by your decisions
Well, I'ma push it to the limit, nevermind the consequences
Interferin' nigga, I'ma handle business, better let 'em know
On another level, my SS so put together
Hit the pedal, do 200 everywhere I go, better know
Man, I stay fly, just to show that they not
[Refrain: T.I.]
On the throne, bitch, and when I'm on, she can kick rock, let her know
[Chorus: T.I.]
My foot up on the gas
I'm blowin' money fast (Better know)
I'm on these haters' ass
I know these niggas mad (Better let 'em know)
[Verse 3: T.I.]
Skateboard P on the track
Louis duffel bag, fifty racks (Uh-huh)
Pop it so obnoxious, I ain't got no conscious promise
Like I still got a pocket full of crack
All they do is fight for number two, 'cause I'm the one (Uh-huh)
Still makin' play with the ones
All we know is success, hit her with some rich sex
Good luck gettin' your bitch back, she forever mine 'til I let her go
[Bridge: T.I. & Young Dro]
Overly
Better know, le-le-let 'em know
Better know, le-le-let 'em—
Overly
Better know, le-le-let 'em know
Better know, le-le-let 'em—
Overly
[Chorus: T.I.]
My foot up on the gas
I'm blowin' money fast (Better know)
I'm on these haters' ass
I know these niggas mad (Better let 'em know)
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Runnin' to the checkered flag, runnin' through the red light
12 catch me gunnin', won't pull over 'til I'm dead, right
Ridin' 'til the sun rise, care none 'bout no bedtime
Ain't gon' catch no bitch that's ridin' with me 'less that head fire, better know
From Westside Atlanta up to Bed-Stuy, all the way to Crenshaw
I'ma handle mine, nigga better know
Big shit poppin', ain't no lil' shit
Droppin' bags, it's a lot to you, to me, a lil' bit, let 'em know
From ridin' Chevy, .40 cal in my lap (Uh-huh)
Real dope boys in the trap (Uh-huh)
The big yacht, ballin' like a big shot
Niggas on my dick, bet' make room for ya bitch, gotta let 'em know (Ayy)
I don't tongue wrestle, I don't lip box (Uh-huh)
Solitaires, all I do is big rocks
I came from dealin' rock all the way to hit charts
[Refrain: T.I.]
On the throne, bitch ain't what I'm on, she can kick rocks, let her know
[Chorus: T.I.]
My foot up on the gas
I'm blowin' money fast (Better know)
I'm on these haters' ass
I know these niggas mad (Better let 'em know)
[Verse 2: T.I.]
Big dog, all we get is bread, I ain't ever scared
Big flex on a nigga head, what I'm standin' on?
Business, big check, we done did that
Pushin' wig back, better give me respect and some more
Atlanta know, 'fore I was booking shows for a grand or so
I was sellin' grams right on Campbellton, lettin' hammers go
Lames speakin' to me, what you need a camera for?
From Center Hill to hittin' hoes in center folds, better know
They call it ballin', we just call it livin'
They say you live and die by your decisions
Well, I'ma push it to the limit, nevermind the consequences
Interferin' nigga, I'ma handle business, better let 'em know
On another level, my SS so put together
Hit the pedal, do 200 everywhere I go, better know
Man, I stay fly, just to show that they not
[Refrain: T.I.]
On the throne, bitch, and when I'm on, she can kick rock, let her know
[Chorus: T.I.]
My foot up on the gas
I'm blowin' money fast (Better know)
I'm on these haters' ass
I know these niggas mad (Better let 'em know)
[Verse 3: T.I.]
Skateboard P on the track
Louis duffel bag, fifty racks (Uh-huh)
Pop it so obnoxious, I ain't got no conscious promise
Like I still got a pocket full of crack
All they do is fight for number two, 'cause I'm the one (Uh-huh)
Still makin' play with the ones
All we know is success, hit her with some rich sex
Good luck gettin' your bitch back, she forever mine 'til I let her go
[Bridge: T.I. & Young Dro]
Overly
Better know, le-le-let 'em know
Better know, le-le-let 'em—
Overly
Better know, le-le-let 'em know
Better know, le-le-let 'em—
Overly
[Chorus: T.I.]
My foot up on the gas
I'm blowin' money fast (Better know)
I'm on these haters' ass
I know these niggas mad (Better let 'em know)
Translation
Normal
[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo
[Verso 1: T.I.]
Corriendo hacia la bandera a cuadros, pasando el semáforo en rojo
La policía me persigue, no me detendré hasta morir, ¿verdad?
Manejando hasta el amanecer, no me importa la hora de dormir
No llevo a ninguna mujer conmigo a menos que sea fogosa, mejor que sepan
Desde el Westside de Atlanta hasta Bed-Stuy, hasta Crenshaw
Voy a manejar mis asuntos, negro, mejor que sepan
Cosas grandes pasando, nada pequeño
Gastando dinero, para ti es mucho, para mí es poco, que lo sepan
De manejar Chevys, con una .40 en mi regazo (Ajá)
Verdaderos traficantes en el barrio (Ajá)
El yate grande, gastando como un magnate
Negros envidiosos, haz espacio para tu mujer, que lo sepan (Ey)
No juego a pelear con la lengua (Ajá)
Solo diamantes, solo piedras grandes
Pasé de vender droga a encabezar las listas
[Estribillo: T.I.]
En el trono, no estoy detrás de ninguna mujer, que se vaya, que lo sepa
[Coro: T.I.]
El pie en el acelerador
Gastando dinero rápido (Que sepan)
Persiguiendo a los envidiosos
Sé que estos negros están furiosos (Mejor que lo sepan)
[Verso 2: T.I.]
Perro grande, solo ganamos dinero, nunca tengo miedo
Lujo excesivo en la cabeza de un negro, ¿en qué estoy parado?
Negocios, cheques grandes, ya lo hicimos
Empujando límites, dame respeto y más
Atlanta lo sabe, antes de dar shows por mil dólares
Vendía gramos en Campbellton, disparando
Tontos hablándome, ¿para qué quieres una cámara?
De Center Hill a salir con chicas en revistas, que lo sepan
Lo llaman ostentar, nosotros solo vivir
Dicen que vives y mueres por tus decisiones
Pues voy a llevarlo al límite, sin importar consecuencias
Negro entrometido, voy a manejar mis asuntos, mejor que lo sepan
En otro nivel, mi SS tan impecable
Piso el acelerador, hago 200 donde sea, que sepan
Hermano, siempre elegante, solo para mostrar que ellos no
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo
[Verso 1: T.I.]
Corriendo hacia la bandera a cuadros, pasando el semáforo en rojo
La policía me persigue, no me detendré hasta morir, ¿verdad?
Manejando hasta el amanecer, no me importa la hora de dormir
No llevo a ninguna mujer conmigo a menos que sea fogosa, mejor que sepan
Desde el Westside de Atlanta hasta Bed-Stuy, hasta Crenshaw
Voy a manejar mis asuntos, negro, mejor que sepan
Cosas grandes pasando, nada pequeño
Gastando dinero, para ti es mucho, para mí es poco, que lo sepan
De manejar Chevys, con una .40 en mi regazo (Ajá)
Verdaderos traficantes en el barrio (Ajá)
El yate grande, gastando como un magnate
Negros envidiosos, haz espacio para tu mujer, que lo sepan (Ey)
No juego a pelear con la lengua (Ajá)
Solo diamantes, solo piedras grandes
Pasé de vender droga a encabezar las listas
[Estribillo: T.I.]
En el trono, no estoy detrás de ninguna mujer, que se vaya, que lo sepa
[Coro: T.I.]
El pie en el acelerador
Gastando dinero rápido (Que sepan)
Persiguiendo a los envidiosos
Sé que estos negros están furiosos (Mejor que lo sepan)
[Verso 2: T.I.]
Perro grande, solo ganamos dinero, nunca tengo miedo
Lujo excesivo en la cabeza de un negro, ¿en qué estoy parado?
Negocios, cheques grandes, ya lo hicimos
Empujando límites, dame respeto y más
Atlanta lo sabe, antes de dar shows por mil dólares
Vendía gramos en Campbellton, disparando
Tontos hablándome, ¿para qué quieres una cámara?
De Center Hill a salir con chicas en revistas, que lo sepan
Lo llaman ostentar, nosotros solo vivir
Dicen que vives y mueres por tus decisiones
Pues voy a llevarlo al límite, sin importar consecuencias
Negro entrometido, voy a manejar mis asuntos, mejor que lo sepan
En otro nivel, mi SS tan impecable
Piso el acelerador, hago 200 donde sea, que sepan
Hermano, siempre elegante, solo para mostrar que ellos no
Meaning & Explanation
T.I.'s 'Let 'Em Know' is a quintessential hustler's anthem that blends braggadocious lyricism with street wisdom, serving as both a celebration of success and a warning to detractors. The song operates on multiple levels - as a flex of material wealth, a declaration of street credibility, and a psychological warfare tactic against haters. At its core, the track embodies the hip-hop ethos of 'making it' against all odds while maintaining one's authenticity. T.I. masterfully uses automotive metaphors ('foot up on the gas', 'do 200 everywhere I go') to symbolize his relentless drive and speed in accumulating success, contrasting his current lavish lifestyle with his past in the trap ('from dealin' rock all the way to hit charts'). The recurring phrase 'let 'em know' functions as both a command and a philosophy - an uncompromising stance about asserting dominance and shutting down doubters. What makes the song particularly compelling is how it captures the duality of the rapper's experience: the tension between street origins and mainstream success, between vulnerability ('I ain't ever scared') and invincibility. The production by Pharrell Williams provides a triumphant, almost cinematic backdrop that elevates T.I.'s declarations into something anthemic. Culturally, the song reflects early 2000s Atlanta hip-hop's golden era when trap music began crossing over while maintaining its gritty authenticity. Listeners resonate with the track's unapologetic confidence and its blueprint for turning struggle into power - whether they're aspiring entrepreneurs, hustlers, or simply those who appreciate the artistry of well-crafted boastfulness in rap.
[Note: This explanation provides key insights into the song's themes and emotions.]
[Note: This explanation provides key insights into the song's themes and emotions.]