T.I. Lyrics
T.I. Lyrics
"I'm Serious (Remix) Lyrics"
You Don't Know Me Lyrics
You give your hand to me And then you say, "Hello." And I can hardly speak, My heart is beating so. And anyone can tell You think you know me well. Well, you don't know me. (no you don't know me) No you don't know the one Who dreams of you each night; And longs to kiss your lips And longs to hold you tight To you I'm just a friend. That's all I've ever been. Cause you don't know me. (no you don't know me) For I never knew the art
You give your hand to me And then you say, "Hello." And I can hardly speak, My heart is beating so. And anyone can tell You think you know me well. Well, you don't know me. (no you don't know me) No you don't know the one Who dreams of you each night; And longs to kiss your lips And longs to hold you tight To you I'm just a friend. That's all I've ever been. Cause you don't know me. (no you don't know me) For I never knew the art
(feat. Youngbloodz, Pastor Troy)
[talking]
This some of that Ghet-O-Vision shit man
FUCK these niggaz, WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!
(C'mon, c'mon, c'mon) yeah
(C'mon, c'mon, c'mon) yeah, uhh
Serious mayne... (yeah)
This shit gets serious mayne... (I'm tellin ya shawty)
Serious mayne... (ah ah, ya ya yea)
This shit gets serious mayne... (ah ah, ya ya yea)
Serious mayne (ah c'mon, ah ya ya yea)
This shit gets serious mayne (aight, let's do it shawty tell 'em)
[Hook - 2X]
ATTENTION!!! - Let's get serious mayne!
ATTENTION!!! - Let's get serious mayne!
ATTENTION!!! - Let's get serious mayne!
ATTENTION!!! - Ah wha-wha ah what WHAAAT!
[T.I.]
I'm goin in with funny niggas in the A
The killas with the case, and now the niggas with the yea'
All my niggas, where ya stay?
Westside to Decatur, ah hey-ya, fuck ya wooden eight
I lay you down if I got a thirty-shot in my Impala
I'm a 3rd bred Bankhead, Roll Park scholar
From a house with
Nothing's So Far Away (As Yesterday) Lyrics
Written by Dewey Bunnell, Bill Mumy, and Robert Haimer, ©1991 Found on Encore: More Greatest Hits and Highway. Another evening, the rain falling down It's been a long time, since you've come around A little laughter, and we had it all It's so misleading, the things you recall Turning the pages We open the cages Now I know that Nothing's so far away as yesterday, wo, oh Nothing's so far away Take a look at the person inside You rea
no father, school - why bother?Written by Dewey Bunnell, Bill Mumy, and Robert Haimer, ©1991 Found on Encore: More Greatest Hits and Highway. Another evening, the rain falling down It's been a long time, since you've come around A little laughter, and we had it all It's so misleading, the things you recall Turning the pages We open the cages Now I know that Nothing's so far away as yesterday, wo, oh Nothing's so far away Take a look at the person inside You rea
That's why I call myself the King of the South
Well nigga, ah you don't want what I'm break out the house
Ah so I, strongly suggest you keep my name out ya mouth
Before I, be in ya house tapin ya spouse to the couch
And put a, hole in her blouse, I don't play young nigga
Remember me from back in the day young nigga
One more thing, fuck what you done heard 'bout Atlanta
We finna break the standards, rubber bands instead of platinum
I'm a hustler, not a rapper
We gangstas, y'all some actors
We finna turn this chapter, your spot is what I'm after
I'm serious!!
[Hook - 2X]
[J-Bo]
See I got the answers to all ya quest-ions (come on)
From A-B to C, best learn your less-ons (-ons...)
Cuz I'm so damn serious, it'll leave yo' ass stunned
In the back and we packin on all who flex-un
Like Redrum, it's bloody and ugly, who want some?
Now put your middle fingers up until it's all done (it's all done)
Cuz we ain't taki
Sucka Ass Niggas Lyrics
(Spice 1) Four years ago I was stuck on the grind Slangin' crack 50 sacks straight 20's and dimes Till I came with shit that got a muthafucka known Coolin' on the corner with the cellular phone Took a test to be a muthafuckin' G And all the niggas came amazed at me Since the age of 16 I been slangin' the crack The fiends used to scream for my muthafuckin' sacks I used to cut the lleyo down to the bone But now I'm killin' niggas on the microphone Sp-Spice 1 kickin' shit
n much of nothin but bash-un(Spice 1) Four years ago I was stuck on the grind Slangin' crack 50 sacks straight 20's and dimes Till I came with shit that got a muthafucka known Coolin' on the corner with the cellular phone Took a test to be a muthafuckin' G And all the niggas came amazed at me Since the age of 16 I been slangin' the crack The fiends used to scream for my muthafuckin' sacks I used to cut the lleyo down to the bone But now I'm killin' niggas on the microphone Sp-Spice 1 kickin' shit
On all who attempt, intentions we blast-un
[Sean Paul]
I gut 'em, I roll 'em, I smoke 'em, and I pass 'em
I serve 'em, deliver, walk up on 'em and blast 'em
I'm strong but my niggaz, I'm takin they cash home
Then hit the track and get rid of the whole bomb
Cuz I'm serious nigga, you gon' feel this nigga
Got a, trunk full of work, how you gon' kill this nigga?
My niggaz givin out bricks, we can build this nigga
If all fail we can 1-0-5 grill this nigga
I'm dead serious
[Hook - 2X]
[Pastor Troy]
S-E-R-I-O (uh-huh) U-S (uh-huh) I'm fresh (c'mon)
One of the best (uh-huh) there are a couple (c'mon)
We did this song last night, I gave 'em trouble (uh-huh)
Jumped in my shuttle (uh-huh) and hauled ass (c'mon)
Up 85 (yea) with Daytons (c'mon)
You wanna blast (c'mon) come get yo' cannon (c'mon)
I bet I'll leave yo' punk-ass, where ya standin (uh-huh)
While you were plannin (c'mon) see I had plottin (uh-huh)
Yo
Don't Stop the Music Lyrics
Yeah This little girl didn't care what anybody said She got the whole world dancing to the music in her head They love to trush her, bad, laugh at her and call her names oh yeah And now they all try to copy her isn't that a shame yeah, it all just made her stronger Don't stop, stop the music The world will keep turning if you use it Get up there and Don't stop, stop the music People keep dancing you can do it Baby come on Yeah baby come on He
u saw the smoke hoe, hell yeah I shot it (damn right)Yeah This little girl didn't care what anybody said She got the whole world dancing to the music in her head They love to trush her, bad, laugh at her and call her names oh yeah And now they all try to copy her isn't that a shame yeah, it all just made her stronger Don't stop, stop the music The world will keep turning if you use it Get up there and Don't stop, stop the music People keep dancing you can do it Baby come on Yeah baby come on He
I'm bustin rockets screamin, "Die nigga, die!" (die nigga)
Dont' fuck with D.S.G.B. or T.I. (c'mon)
Do you know why, I don't fuck with nobody? (yeah)
The same shit, that fucked up John Gotti (yeah)
These niggaz watch me, but they don't wanna fuck with us (yeah)
We makin 'em hush, we dead-ass serious!
[Hook - 4X]
[talking]
YEEAH!!
It's motherfuckin serious in this motherfucker, knahmtalkinbout
I'ma tell y'all niggaz like this here (whassup whassup)
If it's too hot for yo' ass (uh-huh)
Get the fuck out the motherfuckin kitchen,
knamtalkinbout (getcha ass out)
The boy Lil' Jon, doin this shit with my nigga T.I.!
Ghet-O-Vision, Youngbloodz (Ghet-O-Vison hoe!)
That boy Pastor Troy (old Troy)
It's serious mayne (serious)
This shit motherfuckin serious.. (it serious bitch)
In the south niggaz, they get motherfuckin serious (real serious)
We out this bitch... holla...