T.I. Lyrics
T.I. Lyrics
"What They Do Lyrics"
Born In A Morning Hall Lyrics
In fact it was close to a real fallout Everything's under control The speaker said with a serious smile Behind his mask He knew the truth I'll bring new age of better ways The TV preacher said Just pay today Pay today World's dressed in black On earth's judgments day And I? I know it can't go on Forbidden signs increase I'm sitting still at home And watching Born in a morning hall<
In fact it was close to a real fallout Everything's under control The speaker said with a serious smile Behind his mask He knew the truth I'll bring new age of better ways The TV preacher said Just pay today Pay today World's dressed in black On earth's judgments day And I? I know it can't go on Forbidden signs increase I'm sitting still at home And watching Born in a morning hall<
(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
Slipped Through The Cracks Lyrics
At the age of 15 your life is defined, it's measured in ounces and grams The wisdom of ages is soon pushed away for a crystal that's purchased in drams No time for book learning, the street is your school, it teaches a lesson that's real You shun lit and science, that's crap for your parents, the only thing real is the deal Chorus: Words on a page, they're so hard to read The will to learn, it's not in your creed Why shou
sAt the age of 15 your life is defined, it's measured in ounces and grams The wisdom of ages is soon pushed away for a crystal that's purchased in drams No time for book learning, the street is your school, it teaches a lesson that's real You shun lit and science, that's crap for your parents, the only thing real is the deal Chorus: Words on a page, they're so hard to read The will to learn, it's not in your creed Why shou
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
Roberta Lyrics
ROBERTA WITH JOOLS HOLLAND WRITERS HUEY PIANO SMITH, JOHN VINCENT I ain't mad at you Don't you be mad at me I ain't mad at you So don't you be mad at me One and one is two Two and one is three I wanna find my baby going away downtown I wanna find my baby going away downtown If I can't find Roberta, Going to jump overboard and drown Oh, I said I ain't mad at you Don't you be mad at me I ain't mad at you,
t do my nigga, what it doROBERTA WITH JOOLS HOLLAND WRITERS HUEY PIANO SMITH, JOHN VINCENT I ain't mad at you Don't you be mad at me I ain't mad at you So don't you be mad at me One and one is two Two and one is three I wanna find my baby going away downtown I wanna find my baby going away downtown If I can't find Roberta, Going to jump overboard and drown Oh, I said I ain't mad at you Don't you be mad at me I ain't mad at you,
[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
I Have Come To Worship Lyrics
Many mighty rivers I have crossed Many barren deserts have I seen And still my heart beats strong For You, Oh Lord For You have been my shelter I all of my need I have come to worship you Oh, and I have come to worship you A willing soul and a thankful heart To find a holy passion just for You And turn away from the things That break your heart And live a life of sacrifice Just for Youthe king of the jungle you can follow me there
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)
Many mighty rivers I have crossed Many barren deserts have I seen And still my heart beats strong For You, Oh Lord For You have been my shelter I all of my need I have come to worship you Oh, and I have come to worship you A willing soul and a thankful heart To find a holy passion just for You And turn away from the things That break your heart And live a life of sacrifice Just for You
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)