[T.I. talking]  Bet yall niggas don't remember these wit Run-DMC...  Naw, I ain't wit dem no mo...What they is now...MY AIR FORCES    [Verse One]  Walk through the hood at night  I dont like 'em laced tight, but they feel alright  Outta sight, all white, steeping swaging my strap  I got the four in my lap cause I stay in the trap  Like guess and heavy starch thrity-four in the way  With thrirty six so I can fit this forty-four on my waste  If I waste something one 'em I'ma throw 'em away  Pull a fresh pair out the trunk, and buy some more in a day  And I wear'em like I bought 'em, I don't lace 'em or nuthin'  Got bitches wonderin' why I don't call, I don't chase 'em or nuthin'  Funky fresh MC, I bet you see  T.I.P with a fresh new pair of Nike Airs on his feet  And when you see me in the streets, you know you looked at a star  The way the Congo and Polo the checks is even matching my car  Ahhhh, back to the subject though  I just letting you know about my air forces    [Chorus]  Don't care how many shoes I get, when all else fails dem the shoes I pick  And I walk like so I don't bruise my kicks  I got alot but none fit like my Air Forces  Brand new O-Eyed Benz  Where in less there ain't a pair in every store I check  Gotta outfit, wanna make sure I'm fresh  Well you know I gotta go get my Air Forces    [Verse Two]  All white trimmed in gray  Bubbled laced to the top on with me  All day, collecting pay in the ass of a jay  Or any sucka nigga trying to get in my way  Stay kicking this muthafucking G.A. clay  With a limp and a sway and I don't play  Hoes keep asking pimp why the the same 'ol shoes?  Bitch, I'm four pairs deep and I done paid my do's  (My Air Forces)  Call number one like me  Hanging out the Chevy door when I stomp on the street  Concaine white leather feel good one my feet  Heyyyy, they ganranteed to keep you from the police  With bold they aint scuffed  The strap holding me up  My shoulder boy-cut  Who need platuim wwith super Dave, when dem boys be stuntin'  Nigga I'm just ballin' it up in my Air Forces    [Chorus]    [Verse Three]  Stepping in my Air Force Ones, hat to the right plus I got my gun  Headed to the weed house to cop me a sack  Bumped into this bitch I knew from way back  Now I'm smoking good kicked back and I'm ridin'  Police pull me over and I had to jump up out it  Bail to the spot, had to shake these damn polls  Forces fucked up and I done lost my dro  All white and gray with dem bubble shoe laces  Even got dem blue ones for the special occasion  ATL fitted with the guess get a map  Pussy ass twidded em put a hole in my lap  Now I gotta situation at hand  Guess I gotta take it back to the old plan  Forces get my payment trying to catch a ride  Thats why I stay down wit my Air Forces    [Chorus]