[Produced by FKi]

[Verse 1: 5ive Mics & T.I.]
Don’t know how many times
Coney Island riding with a shotgun
New York, BK where I come from
But who the hottest in New York? I don’t care son
But who the hottest in New York? I don’t care son
You know I pull up on your block, hundred round drum
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, it’s 200 a line
You book me a show, hit your town and I shine
Don’t know how many times
Fuck with the Hustle, get ready to die
All of you rappers, who fucking with 5ive?
All of you rappers, who fucking with 5ive?

[Hook: T.I.]
Don’t know how many times
Don’t know how many times
(How many times must I tell you)
Don’t know how many times
(How many times must I tell you I’ll shoot you, won’t do any time)
Don’t know how many times
(How many times must I tell you I’ll shoot you, won’t do any time)
Don’t know how many times
[Verse 2: T.I.]
How many times must I tell you I’ll shoot you, won’t do any time
Carbons, ARs, and 45s or better
AK 47, won’t shoot any nines
That check we thumb through it, run through ti
Replace it by pressing rewind
Sucker ain’t no need to ask how I do it
Just please believe me and my shooter we fine
And all I demand is respect, you can do that and we fine
Should you not be able to
Leave you wet like [?], nowhere to be found
How many times must I show you you gon’ get the king
I’m fucking you over, it’s over
Long as you know it
And from there the decision is yours

[Hook: T.I.]
Don’t know how many times
Don’t know how many times
(How many times must I tell you)
Don’t know how many times
(How many times must I tell you I’ll shoot you, won’t do any time)
Don’t know how many times
(How many times must I tell you I’ll shoot you, won’t do any time)
Don’t know how many times
[Verse 3: 5ive Mics & T.I.]
Still from the streets, stab me a niga
I might dab on a n***a
Wear a rab on a n***a
Bang bang (dab)
Yeah, then I robbed me a n***a
Took his Rolex, and his big chain
Big big boy, got him scared like a [?]
Hustle Gang, 10 years but ain’t shit changed
Don’t know how many times
How many times must I tell you I’m 5ive?
Run up on n***as, hit them with the nine
HIt you with choppers, we’ll cripple your spine
Rappers be pussys so fuck if you signed
Don’t know how many times
Ain’t talking bout money, you wasting my time
Watch cost a hundred, don’t ask me the time
How rappers be winning and paying for lines
Label the hottest, you out of your mind

[Hook: T.I.]
Don’t know how many times
Don’t know how many times
(How many times must I tell you)
Don’t know how many times
(How many times must I tell you I’ll shoot you, won’t do any time)
Don’t know how many times
(How many times must I tell you I’ll shoot you, won’t do any time)
Don’t know how many times