T.I. Lyrics
T.I. Lyrics
"What They Do Lyrics"
Rule with an Iron fist Lyrics
Die for the master We are the keepers of the faith Die for the master We are the chosen ones Oh, oh, oh... oh,oh,oh... Oh, oh, oh... oh,oh,oh... Rule with an Iron FIST... FIST... FIST FIST... FIST... FIST! Nightmares invade the tower Unleash the army of the night Deadly assault and combat Fuels outrage and resistance Oh, oh, oh... oh,oh,oh... Oh, oh, oh... oh,oh,oh... Rule with an Iron
Die for the master We are the keepers of the faith Die for the master We are the chosen ones Oh, oh, oh... oh,oh,oh... Oh, oh, oh... oh,oh,oh... Rule with an Iron FIST... FIST... FIST FIST... FIST... FIST! Nightmares invade the tower Unleash the army of the night Deadly assault and combat Fuels outrage and resistance Oh, oh, oh... oh,oh,oh... Oh, oh, oh... oh,oh,oh... Rule with an Iron
(Talking)
Yeah..Yeah..Ya'll already know what it is, pimp
T.I.P., king of the motherfuckin south
BGizzzy, lets do it homie
Grand Hustle, pimp, Chopper City in here
Got my nigga Blok, in this bitch
Eastside represent....Westside Bankhead nigga, it is on, what
A-town nigga, you know what it is, on through Mechanicville
Snow Hill nigga, Pittsburgh, all my real niggas ride out with me
Ya'll know what's happening, PSC nigga...
[T.I]
I can give you what you want (want), T.I.P. the hottest (hottest)
Game withcha ya need, I can tell ya all about it
You can come up in the streets, but it ain't no gettin out it
When I tell ya I'm a "G", pimp, I'm really being modest
I can tell ya bout the dope boyz, hoes, and the ballers
The pimps and the macks, real niggas wouldn't call us
Hanging in the traps, cause that's what our daddy taught u
Even Her Love Lyrics
I wondered why she looked so lonely And I wondered why he was not by her side After a while I chanced to ask her He's feeling so bad she said I don't know why They took him off last week to the hospital He was a danger to himself they said Something went wrong so deep inside his him Now I'm like a stranger standing by his bed Still she wonders where he goes wonders why and how But even her love can't reac
sI wondered why she looked so lonely And I wondered why he was not by her side After a while I chanced to ask her He's feeling so bad she said I don't know why They took him off last week to the hospital He was a danger to himself they said Something went wrong so deep inside his him Now I'm like a stranger standing by his bed Still she wonders where he goes wonders why and how But even her love can't reac
From 30's on the 'lac, to a benz on broddas
Standin' on the corners, slingin crack and stacking dollars
Til it's time to cop a brick, and I'm tired of moving quarters
My daddy won't a doctor and my momma won't a lawyer
I ain't never had shit, congradulations is in order
Tryin to get a mill for my sons and my daughters
If I caught a bad bitch with connections down in Florida
Said her daddy and her uncle, still gettin cross the water
I'm richer now, I'd be a motherfuckin fool, if I don't call her
(chorus)
What it is my nigga, what it do (what it do)
I got a brick or two, I'm finna to buss a move (buss a move)
What it is my nigga, what it do (what it do)
I got a tool and I'm finna cut the fool
What it do, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do
My nigga, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do
What it do, what i
CHERRY PIE Lyrics
Words: Sade Adu Music: Sade Adu, Andrew Hale and Stuart Matthewman Son of a gun... Gotta find out what I meant to you. You're the one who broke my heart. Gotta find out what I meant to you. You're the one who broke my heart. When I met you boy, you were as sweet as cherry pie. That smiling eye you were as wild as Friday night. I should have known how ever hard you try. Change'd come and strangl
t do my nigga, what it doWords: Sade Adu Music: Sade Adu, Andrew Hale and Stuart Matthewman Son of a gun... Gotta find out what I meant to you. You're the one who broke my heart. Gotta find out what I meant to you. You're the one who broke my heart. When I met you boy, you were as sweet as cherry pie. That smiling eye you were as wild as Friday night. I should have known how ever hard you try. Change'd come and strangl
[BG]
I'm a H-U-S-T-L-E-R
If I don't know you, then fuck ya, If I know ya, I front ya (Propper)
But ya gotta break me off, you don't, I catch ya slippin on the block
And knock you off
I know people, I get nice deals
Get'em five dollars, sell'em ten dollars a pill
I know people, get ki's for thirteen
If I fuck with ya, then get'em for sixteen
I know people, get'em three hundred a pound
Give'em to ya for five hundred if you my round
I'm a hustler, holla at me uptowm
I'm well connected with weed, white, tan and brown
Come see a nigga, want a nice sixteen
You real, we swap work, you fake, it's twenty g's
It's like that, I dun been through the struggle
I'm running Chopper City, and fucking with Grand Hustle
(chorus)
[T.I]
I got the..eye of a tiger, and the heart of a bear
I'm
You Thought Lyrics
I can't seem to stop the music All those familiar sounds My thoughts cut in on partners Dancin' in their empty arms Tangled up in the lives of others That don't make any sense Lost looks in the eyes of lovers Their sins are innocent Don't you stop to wonder What's goin' wrong When everything you've ever loved Has come and gone You thought and never told me You thought but that won't hold me So
the king of the jungle you can follow me thereI can't seem to stop the music All those familiar sounds My thoughts cut in on partners Dancin' in their empty arms Tangled up in the lives of others That don't make any sense Lost looks in the eyes of lovers Their sins are innocent Don't you stop to wonder What's goin' wrong When everything you've ever loved Has come and gone You thought and never told me You thought but that won't hold me So
Now you can...hear it from these niggas, who hardly was there
Or take it from niggas, who fought, and make it a scar to get here
Several years ago, I told myself that I solemnly swear
Forever be hard to kill, even harder to scare
One reason why me and the other cats is hard to compare
Cause I'm fact, that's fiction, it hardly compares
Being hated, part of the game,yes it's hard but it's fair
Well I'ma be the best hating nigga, see if I care
But just know, I'm raising the bar and I'm keeping it there
And I'ma still ride clean, throwing weed in the air
With two or three bad bitches, got they feet in the air
Say they like when I smack on they ass, and skeet in they hair
Listen...I don't care if you got the song of the year
Ya whole show shut down, if the "Don" appears
(chorus)