T.I. Lyrics
T.I. Lyrics
"My Life Lyrics"
Can't Stop Lyrics
Writers: Leo Sayer & Alan Tarney somebody get a fireman somebody come along and hose me down I think I'm going crazy she got me dancin' like a clown the d.j. plays desire (catch a fire) wanna take you higher (liar liar) this gun's for hire she's gonna burn my playhouse down she said her name was venus I think she came out of the nile but all my friends who've seen her say she's not by style the tv's showing "dallas" (shrinking alice) down the streets
Writers: Leo Sayer & Alan Tarney somebody get a fireman somebody come along and hose me down I think I'm going crazy she got me dancin' like a clown the d.j. plays desire (catch a fire) wanna take you higher (liar liar) this gun's for hire she's gonna burn my playhouse down she said her name was venus I think she came out of the nile but all my friends who've seen her say she's not by style the tv's showing "dallas" (shrinking alice) down the streets
[Daz]
I know it's your life nigga..you do as you please (That's right)
But you know we be fucking up
Huh, Huh....Yeah Aye,Aye,Aye..Yea, Yea, Yeah (What)
Aye,Aye,Aye......Yea, Yea, Yeah
That nigga Daz and T.I is in the motherfuckin house..You know what I mean
It's your life nigga....live or die.......Wooooh!!
(chorus)
Can't ya see I'm on fire, so quit hating on me pimpin, I'm just living my life
Think I ain't gone ride, on all you pussy niggas tryin to put an end to my life
You can't do it, don't try...I know you sucker niggas wish that you was living my life
In white linen, I'm fly..top down in the spiderville, riding for the rest of my life
[T.I]
A-town veteran, started at eleven
When and bought an eight-ball, I was staying down every since
That's why its hard to find a young rap nigga better than
Bankhead resident, Westside represent, Pimp Squad mobster
Grand Hustle president, heart of a lion and the nuts of an elephant
Trap musik heaven sent, you hating and it's evident
You trying to stack presidents, I'm tryin to set p
Buried Alive Lyrics
Hole for your coffin Place your body in a box Lower you down in the ground Your heart hasn't stopped Awake but dazed Don't know where you are Start ripping at the lid You aren't going far Fucking Buried Alive And you are condemned to your tomb But you're not dead You've been buried to soon Know there's no way out Tears run from your eyes Feeling hatred now It's God you despise Maggots will begin To tear off your face While you are trapped In this wooden case
recedentsHole for your coffin Place your body in a box Lower you down in the ground Your heart hasn't stopped Awake but dazed Don't know where you are Start ripping at the lid You aren't going far Fucking Buried Alive And you are condemned to your tomb But you're not dead You've been buried to soon Know there's no way out Tears run from your eyes Feeling hatred now It's God you despise Maggots will begin To tear off your face While you are trapped In this wooden case
The comparison is insulting my intelligene
Cause real recognize real, and real you ain't never been
and never will, I catch ya where you chill, holla at ya where you live nigga, fuck a record deal (what's happenin)
I graduated out the yay, to stack a couple mill
Who would figure it would be a rap nigga I have to kill
My potnaz telling me shawty you have to chill (fuck that shit) but Ima end Up hating with steel, what is is, still dope boy trap niggas
Worldwide lovin it, haters see the spider and they wanna put a slug in it
Fuck it, I'm a G, I been a rider, I ain't studding it
Better get ya mind of mind, and start hustling
(chorus:with ad libs)
[Daz]
I should BG banging the stripes, ideas when I strike
Breaking my victims, lining them niggas all with the light
Get it right, hold it tight, blast with all your might
See we hustle for them grands til the early light
Follw my plan on command, leave'em dead where they stand
Ain't no stopping the man nigga with grands in my hands
Living the fast lane, grand hustle the gram
Thrift Store Chair Lyrics
Baby go to bed and put out the light We both know if we talk anymore We're gonna end up in a great big fight You can have your way again Yeah, you believe what you wanna believe You can walk all over me tomorrow But tonight can we both just pretend to sleep I think we're headed for a big fall I think we're headed for a bad time Ooh yeah you're gonna go downstairs And sit in that chair you like Gonna put a John Prine record on I think we need to slow it down for a while Yeah I wish we had never
when the cash cameBaby go to bed and put out the light We both know if we talk anymore We're gonna end up in a great big fight You can have your way again Yeah, you believe what you wanna believe You can walk all over me tomorrow But tonight can we both just pretend to sleep I think we're headed for a big fall I think we're headed for a bad time Ooh yeah you're gonna go downstairs And sit in that chair you like Gonna put a John Prine record on I think we need to slow it down for a while Yeah I wish we had never
(Grand hustle nigga)
The police book me, take my fingerprint and last name
If I'm stuck in a cell, how would I maintain
Lock up all these niggas, the penitentiary mind frame
I strive for perfection, my method is quite collective
Check out the fuckin way I just rep it
This dog pound gangsta in A BLACK STANKIN LINCOLN
Rims shining, fresh paint, T.I. counting paper
Big moves stay on deck with the tools
All ya'll niggas and bitches and niggas get sprayed with the tools..Brahhh
(chorus: with ad libs)
[Daz]
This how we hustle for the paper, cause the hustle get harder
I'm dog pounded out, an Atlanta Brave starter
Money, weed, and bitches, 24 inches conversating
T.I. plotted on getting these niggas, now for my niggas
Murdering, killing, wheeling the spider, on a mission
All my niggas ya'll know how the fuck we kick it
I'ma keep my eye on a meal to ya, hustle it up motherfucker better kick it
[T.I]
All eyes on me, with my westside homie
In a drop 65, on D's, wanna ride on me
I got a forty-fi
The Power of Gold Lyrics
The story is told of the Power of gold And its lure on the unsuspecting It glitters and shines It badgers and blinds And constantly needs protecting. Balance the cost of the soul you lost With the dreams you lightly sold Are you under The power of gold? The letters and calls Got you climbing the walls And everyone wants a favor They beg to remind you Of times left behind you But you know the past is a loser. The face you're wearing is different now And the days run hot and
ve, on meThe story is told of the Power of gold And its lure on the unsuspecting It glitters and shines It badgers and blinds And constantly needs protecting. Balance the cost of the soul you lost With the dreams you lightly sold Are you under The power of gold? The letters and calls Got you climbing the walls And everyone wants a favor They beg to remind you Of times left behind you But you know the past is a loser. The face you're wearing is different now And the days run hot and
In a hurry to die homie, get live on me
You charged with tryin to OG
And I'm creepin through the crowd, low key, nigga
You don't know me
I learned from niggas before me
I got insomnia shawty, I don't sleep, I bomb, I don't creep
(chorus: with ad libs)
[Talking: T.I & Daz]
Ya'll niggas know how we do this shit
T.I, that nigga Daz....youknowhatimean
This my life, your life, our life, his life.live it to the fullest
One time for Pac, we miss you nigga...Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
One time for Shorty B, keepin it pimpin'(Aye)
PSC, Grand Hustle, pimp (yeah)
Fuck nigga, let this be a lesson to ya...Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Ya'll niggas better start training man
You better be a damn good ducker nigga,
When I goddamn let loose with this chopper, you understand that
I ain't playin with ya'll niggas, Once the motherfuckin judge
Slam that goddamn gaffel nigga and let a motherfuckin case beat nigga
I'm at ya'll ass nigga..Mark my motherfuckin words, Fuck boys
I'm laying low for a reason pimp..Ha...Fuck niggas