T.I. Lyrics

T.I. Lyrics

"You Don't Know Me Lyrics"

The Game Lyrics
The Bar was dark and quiet and still And nothing could be heard The dust lay undisturbed At a table near the back, underneath a fan Two men shared a joke about the normal folk The cards are on the table The winner takes it all The game is nearly over One man about to fall Well I don't believe in heaven I don't believe in hell

Ima tell y'all sucka ass niggas somethin'
First of all nigga
Look here dogg

{CHORUS}
You might've seen me in the streets,
but nigga you dont know me
When you holla when you speak,
remember you dont know me
Save all that hatin and tha poppin
Nigga you don’t know me
Quit tellin Niggaz youz my partner nigga
you don't know me
Don't be a groupie keep it movin,
nigga you dont know me
Hey I aint trippin cuz the truth is really,
you dont know me
Yeah you know they call me T.I.
but you dont know me
You be hatin an i see why
cause you dont know me

(verse)
I think its time I made a song for niggas who dont know me
I graduated out the streets, Im a real O.G.
I been trappin shootin pis
Lunch In A Sack Lyrics
Crash, rats in a trap Hyper me back, won't let me crash Clean off yer T.V. screens Wipe the film nobody see’s eyeball that phoney smirk cuz we;ve got to ring it out! Crash , I’m gonna crash..... So tell me kid to much is not enough! get em off the rack Rocket sex and drugs to roll its sterilized ya got fads to mold Penelized a wild manimal He
tols since I stood 4 feet
So all you niggas actin bad you gone have to show me
You gon' make me bring the Chevy to a real slow creep
My niggas hangin out the window mouth full of gold teeth
When the guns start poppin wonder when its gone cease
Chopper hit you in the side an create a slow leak
We been in the speculation but today we gone see
Whats the future of a pussy nigga hatin on me
I give a fuck about the fed's investigation on me
I don't care that they at my shows and they waitin on me
Ima keep on flossin poppin long as Toomp is on the beat
Tell polices i aint stoppin Im a keep it in the streets
Contrary to your beliefs I'm as real as you can be
Fuck ya thoughts and ya feelings nigga you dont know me

Chorus 1x
Free As The Wind Lyrics
Running wild crazy and free Being anything I want to be Got no time for hanging around Ain't nobody gonna tie me down Spend my time doing what I please Take the world on, got 'em on their knees People think that I'm no good Won't do the things they think I should Life's confusing me and messin' me around Don't know if I'm ever coming down Got to
(Verse 2)
Hey once again let me remind you nigga you don't know me
So dont be walkin up and asking whats the deal on a key
I dont know if you wearing wires you could be the police
If I was slangin blow you couldn't get a O.Z.
See me and the PSC fallin through at a show deep
Police holdin up the door cause they know we tote heat
I jus wanna ride wit C, blowin dro in the fleet
Or wit clan by the dozen different bitches in a week
I jus wanna chill wit Kuntry an his daddy Freddie G
Ballin out at anytime at any store and spend a G
I wanna ball in the Bahamas courtesy of K.T.
MacBoney gotta mill well as Dolla D.P.
A.K. house on the hill right next to J.G.
Every week meet at a falant restaurant and eat free
Get Inda paid, Lil Gre
The Butcher And The Butterfly Lyrics
there is a finger missing on my right hand a butchers hand in a butterfly wing span the sky hangs on a thread as I paint the white picket fence red said am I alive or am I dead I cought a raingbow tear in her sunset smile I told the broken bird of my unborn child these blood stained walls in her head I found my girl bleeding in his bed the angels c
g and B.
Thats the only shot we got at gettin Cap back on the streets

{chorus}

(hook)
you see a nigga hating on a G
ask him what it's gonna be
What you lookin at pussy nigga you don't know me
At the club and the streets- or wherever we should meet
Its choppers chopping, pistols popping,
Nigga you don’t know me



you see a nigga hating on a G
ask him what it's gon be
What you lookin at pussy nigga you don't no me
At the club and the streets- or wherever we should meet
Its choppers chopping, pistol popping,
Nigga you don’t know me

{chorus}

grand hustle pimp
urban legend comin soon
the wait is over homie
psc pimpin
yo
you dont know me yall