T.I. Lyrics
T.I. Lyrics
"Trap Muzik Lyrics"
The Real American Folk Song Lyrics
Near Barcelona, the peasant crooned The old traditional Spanish tunes The Neapolitan street song sighs You think of Italian skys Each nation has a creative vein Originating a native strain With folk songs plaintive and others gay In their own peculiar way American folk songs, I feel Have a much stronger appeal The real Ame
Near Barcelona, the peasant crooned The old traditional Spanish tunes The Neapolitan street song sighs You think of Italian skys Each nation has a creative vein Originating a native strain With folk songs plaintive and others gay In their own peculiar way American folk songs, I feel Have a much stronger appeal The real Ame
(feat. Mac Boney)
This a trap
This aint no album
This aint no game
This a trap (trap muzik)
[Repeat 8x]
[1st Verse]
Welcome back to the trap
Niggas back in the trap
Wit another heavy chevy
Big dope boys and trap
All you rap niggas role out
I trap when it's cold out
Whack niggas flyin
But I stay down to I'm sold out
Cause down a hundred ground
Like a rapping in a dope house
Man wherever I be
The feds got me scoped out
Mother fucker let my nuts hang
Block out the duc canes
Cook it to it bubbles
Doulble fast as a mustang
I know you think you fuck man
But little showty tuff man
Been a long time
Since a nigg from Alanta
Spit this nuts game
Writers: Albert Hammond & Carol Bayer Sager when I need you I just close my eyes and I'm with you and all that I so want to give you It's only a heartbeat away when I need love I hold out my hands and I touch love I never knew there was so much love keeping me warm night and day miles and miles of empty space in be
So how could they give nigga
The feelin that a real nigga
Would get around a real nigga
All they do is still niggas ideas
And rhythm wit em
Holla sumthin similar
Talking bout the hood
Like they hung in em
I got a million rhythms
Want em come get em
What bitch you pussy nigga
I'm just havin fun wit em
[chorus repeat 8x]
[verse 2]
Still telling niggas
I aint wholing I aint crolling
When the 12 hit the corner
I aint brolling I aint rolling
Keep the coat stretch out
Like Carl Louis Hamstring
Stepped on like I'm working
With the damn thing
Drible baby aint seen
What I do to a ounce of doe
A whip man on my pager
Like I pay
They Won't Go When I Won't Go Lyrics
No more lying friends Wanting tragic ends Though they do pretend They won't go when I go All those bleeding hearts With sorrows to impart Were right here from the start And they won't go when I go And I'll go where I've longed To go so long Away from tears Gone from painful cries Away from saddened eyes Along w
you folksNo more lying friends Wanting tragic ends Though they do pretend They won't go when I go All those bleeding hearts With sorrows to impart Were right here from the start And they won't go when I go And I'll go where I've longed To go so long Away from tears Gone from painful cries Away from saddened eyes Along w
To whip somemoore
I'm doper than the fluid cellur
I flip it all up by myself
I give my niggas recipes
So they can turn to sumthin else
They love to work
Thats why I keep em comin
Like conlasions plate
We flip the cake
We move this shit from Georgia
Baby state to state
Attemadate
Niggas in the city
Who've been moving weight
Nobody loosing weight
They fuck with us
Cause you've been known to hate
Demonstrate
The way we turned the trout
Out in '98
Sarted out in '95
Started out with nicks and dimes
Niggas you done lost your mind
Thinking you could set up shop
Pimpin I respect the game
Lets take this to another block
[chorus repeat 8x]
[outro t
Lord Of The Blacksmiths Lyrics
Where the winds sing the laments of times long gone Where the elves dance their dances of solitude Hearken to the mountain can you hear the echoes of the hammer's beat from deep within the shadows? The lord of the blacksmiths keeps forging on through the endless time Master of the anvil allys the metals with
alk]Where the winds sing the laments of times long gone Where the elves dance their dances of solitude Hearken to the mountain can you hear the echoes of the hammer's beat from deep within the shadows? The lord of the blacksmiths keeps forging on through the endless time Master of the anvil allys the metals with
[outro verse]
Pimp squad
Showty still in the trap
When I spot a scene hot
With the man name Jon
And the collad green pot
On alot of straight hen
And alot of green pot
Compation in a range
Like he gotta be stop
Well maybe I will be
But probably not
Oh what the blood cloak
You try to knock em out and he sock
Listen to me I'm serious
Thinkin how did he not
End up way up
On the top of Detroit
If come where I was
You gotta be pop
And if you really want to pop
And I rather be dropped
Listen pops
Want to know a little more
About rap
Firts rule this is real
It aint just a record deal
Its a trap
[music continues]
[music fades]