T.I. Lyrics
T.I. Lyrics
"Kingofdasouth Lyrics"
I Too Eye Lyrics
She's dynamite in bed, isn't that what's in your head?! I see your hungry smile, you make me sicker all the while! I'm gonna tell you what it's all about The truth of the matter is You're like a roach who sees a scrap of food I call it rude, yeah! Your middle-aged fantasies, hopeless attempts at ecstasy So keep your eyes in your head, you know damn well She ain't winding up in your bed! Now I must honestly te
She's dynamite in bed, isn't that what's in your head?! I see your hungry smile, you make me sicker all the while! I'm gonna tell you what it's all about The truth of the matter is You're like a roach who sees a scrap of food I call it rude, yeah! Your middle-aged fantasies, hopeless attempts at ecstasy So keep your eyes in your head, you know damn well She ain't winding up in your bed! Now I must honestly te
[Verse One]
I been a menace to society
Since when?
Since menace to society
Still refused to become a legitimate citizen quietly
Felt like my label hidin' me
But here I am anyway
I might be back to slangin' grams any day
And if this record flop
Well I'll be--back
Wit' a bomb of hard
Wit' C-Rod and the squad
This whole industry's a fa?ade
Man this ain't real life
Half these rappers don't know what sacrifice feel like
Man these niggaz is all hype
Not even rappin' on real mics
They just get high and say whatever the fuck they feel like
They make me feel like bustin' these niggaz one at a time
And I'm still outbustin' these niggaz
Hoe pick a rhyme
[Chorus]
Ay, what these other niggaz talkin'
I don't believe that shit
I'm the king 'cause I said it
And I mean that shit
Ay, what's so special 'bout him
Ay,
TIPS OF MY FINGERS Lyrics
I reached out my arms and i touched you With soft words I whispered your name I held you right on the tip of my fingers But that was as close as I came My eyes had a vision of sweet lips Yielding beneath my command I had your love on the tips of my fingers But I let it slip right through my hands I let it slip right through my hands Somebody took you when I wasn't looking And I should have known from the
he ain't all that shitI reached out my arms and i touched you With soft words I whispered your name I held you right on the tip of my fingers But that was as close as I came My eyes had a vision of sweet lips Yielding beneath my command I had your love on the tips of my fingers But I let it slip right through my hands I let it slip right through my hands Somebody took you when I wasn't looking And I should have known from the
I set the city in fire
Have you seen that shit?
Ay, what these other niggaz talkin'
I don't believe that shit
I'm the king 'cause I said it
And I mean that shit
Ay, what's the big deal about him?
He ain't even that shit
I set the city on fire
Have you seen that shit?
[Verse Two]
It's only five rappers outta Atlanta who bustin'
And I'm one of 'em
The other four, you know who you are
But if you gotta think twice
Well shawty you ain't nice
Regardless of your publishing deal
You can't write
I'm the best thing left blowin' breath on the mic
The king of the south
Nothin' else will suffice
You wanna bet?
Well put yo' budget up
Match the price
Me and you like putting matches to ice
You won't make it
Before I had a deal
I was still butt naked
God signed this, like keeping' the Lo
I've Been Gone A Long Time Lyrics
What we're doing is so wrong, and what you're wearing is so right (it's so tight). But I've never felt better so I'm going out to get her and I don't care what set of wheels I steal to get there. Balance is a minor setback. What she thinks is all right, and the way she looks is just fine. She sure as hell ain't you, but lord knows she'll have to do. She don't know I'm alive but neither do I so there's nothing left to lose. If I c
d's promiseWhat we're doing is so wrong, and what you're wearing is so right (it's so tight). But I've never felt better so I'm going out to get her and I don't care what set of wheels I steal to get there. Balance is a minor setback. What she thinks is all right, and the way she looks is just fine. She sure as hell ain't you, but lord knows she'll have to do. She don't know I'm alive but neither do I so there's nothing left to lose. If I c
The truth nigga
Like Beenie's first LP
You can do a song with N'Sync
And couldn't outsell me
I'm a legend in my own time
A prophet in my own rhymes
A king wit' a concubine
[Chorus]
Niggaz like you, a dime a dozen
They come and go
So why I'm runnin' now
And I ain't never run before
Grab choppers, cock 'em and blow
Stoppin' the show
Bet or owe 'em, droppin' the hoes
You just keep watchin' the door
Pop 'em, watch 'em drop to the floor
Fluff his pockets and go
Put a quarter block on his nose
And a glock in his clothes
He can keep his watches and gold
For his momma to hold
She'll be there buyin' the hoes
Before the drama unfolds
They know shawty outta control
Got me hot as a stove
Puttin' holes in yo' Girbaud
Wettin' up yo' polos
44's and Callico's
a black and a chrome
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2 Minutes 2 Live Lyrics
Leaving the club, 8 beers swallowed Staggering straight to your car Don't waste no thought on your recklessness Knowing your home is not far Starting the engine, shift to first gear Invulnerable you are Gaining speed with every second You are the highway star Run - faster Taking the corner devil-style Finally risking it all Tires are losing the grip on wet leaf Clenching the wheel
' loose and splackin' your domeLeaving the club, 8 beers swallowed Staggering straight to your car Don't waste no thought on your recklessness Knowing your home is not far Starting the engine, shift to first gear Invulnerable you are Gaining speed with every second You are the highway star Run - faster Taking the corner devil-style Finally risking it all Tires are losing the grip on wet leaf Clenching the wheel
hoppin' back in the Brougham
known for kickin' in yo' door
wavin' gats in yo' home
clearin' it out
I'm sorry I ain't hearin' you out
You hearin' about
The squad pumpin' Fe in your heart
Because you know sacrifice
Was near and dear to your heart
[Chorus]
[talking]
Ay, my niggaz
Y'all already know what it is
T-I-P, Grand Hustle, Pimp Squad
For life nigga
Sanchez on the beat, dig this man
I'ma keep it always pimpin'
I'm stayin' down
Y'all niggaz gone send yo' demos in
Get cha little motherfuckin' deal
Go sell records
Nigga I got houses, I got blow, I got dro
Nigga I got hoes, nigga I got property nigga
What you wanna do nigga?
Fuck y'all niggaz
Come see about me if you don't like it
King of da God damn south
Rubberband man in this bitch
Uh, oh, oh