T.I. Lyrics
T.I. Lyrics
"Be Easy Lyrics"
Wooden Jesus Lyrics
(Michael Lardie, Jack Russell, Don Dokken) Down the road in my car A wooden Jesus on my dashboard Go to work to stay alive I'm just a sinner tryin' to survive Yeah we commit all those deadly sins But I don't worry 'cause I got my friend I got my wooden Jesus in my car He's alway
(Michael Lardie, Jack Russell, Don Dokken) Down the road in my car A wooden Jesus on my dashboard Go to work to stay alive I'm just a sinner tryin' to survive Yeah we commit all those deadly sins But I don't worry 'cause I got my friend I got my wooden Jesus in my car He's alway
[Intro]
Ay, where the piano at shawty?
Y'all ain't neva seen a dope boy play the piano and rap at the same time
have you?
I'ma show you somethin', dig this..
[Verse 1]
I'm 22 and a vet in the game
Say I'm, supercoo', still a threat at the same
Time, rhyme bout the times I invested in 'caine
Pleasure and pain in every aspect of the game
I'm the answer to yo prayers if you prayin' for change
So, I dare you compare us and say we the same
When I'm, climbin' the ladder, they stuck in the same
Mindframe, they accomplishments are nothin' to gain
Eventually, see I'm outta yo range
Exc
The Dry Season Lyrics
do not make me like a wilderness or set me like a dry land do not slay me with the sword of thirst although this is what i deserve drench me with your waters that live flood me with your presence i need you more than the lily needs the rain open the floodgates
ept this rose gold glow from my wrist and my chaindo not make me like a wilderness or set me like a dry land do not slay me with the sword of thirst although this is what i deserve drench me with your waters that live flood me with your presence i need you more than the lily needs the rain open the floodgates
I entertain young niggaz who slang
Like a picture, no frame, see it's simple and plain
My shit bang, spit flames, put niggaz to shame
Flow so insane, lyrics STICK IN YO BRAIN
Now you can't, mention my city unless you mention my name
T-I-P-I-M-P, I'm the man
[Chorus]
Ay be easy - you don't want no trouble with me
Just be easy - the drama ain't nothin' to me
Ay be easy - before you have problems just breathe
Ay be easy - you ain't worth dyin', believe me
Just be easy - you don't want yo mama to grieve
Be easy - well mind yo bizness, don't bo
Uncertain Lyrics
Authority is wrong Authority is right Humanity in turmoil in the circular fight Outside and far beyond these walls we've built I've learned to see the beauty we've killed I hate you You hate him Unfocused hatred seeks a victim Outside, I'm looking in, I'm uncertain The world is black<
her the GAuthority is wrong Authority is right Humanity in turmoil in the circular fight Outside and far beyond these walls we've built I've learned to see the beauty we've killed I hate you You hate him Unfocused hatred seeks a victim Outside, I'm looking in, I'm uncertain The world is black<
Be easy - swear you stuntin' but you frontin' to me
Be easy - behind the scenes or behind yo ?
Ay, be easy
[Verse 2]
STEADILY kissin' ass when I came to leave
Set the standard for Atlanta, rearranged the lead
Okay, so what tha fuck is fame to me?
I been plottin' since kindergarten, you'z a lame to me
I give the niggaz what they came to see
A reflection of one self where they aim to be
As you can see it ain't no change in me
And you won't meet another nigga off the chain as me
I'm so fly, no lie, don't deny it, ya feel it
So inspired by my style, decided to try it yoself
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Sing Praises Lyrics
Lyrics by Mac Powell/Music by Third Day From the recording: Come Together, Track #11. Sing praises to our God, sing praises Sing praises to our King, sing praises Let all the nations sing Let all the nations sing of His love Oh, sing praises So shout for joy all of His children
et you won't, meet nobody ranked as high as myselfLyrics by Mac Powell/Music by Third Day From the recording: Come Together, Track #11. Sing praises to our God, sing praises Sing praises to our King, sing praises Let all the nations sing Let all the nations sing of His love Oh, sing praises So shout for joy all of His children
The checks you waitin' on, homes, I can sign them myself
Tote gats, dro smoked that, now I'm high
Seats way back in the Maybach I ride
Through the streets of the westside, I slap five
And throw dubs, show love, nigga HATE ME NAH
[Repeat Chorus]
[T.I. talking ("Be easy" in the background)]
What it iz pimp? T.I.P., Trap Muzik, understand that?
Grand Hustle pimp! Ay, whus hattnin' Toomp?
Let's ride out homie! What it iz mayne?
P$C, Pimp Squad Click, shawty!
Uh, uh... A-Town... stay down..
Keep it pimpin', pimpin'!