T.I. Lyrics
T.I. Lyrics
"I'm A King ft Lil Scrappy and P$C Lyrics"
The Set Up Lyrics
[Intro] Bitch I see you, did you know I know you Yeah, I know you. [Verse 1] Last time I saw you, you was brewed up, booed up, ready for a new fuck Last time you saw me I was PI to the mothafuckin MP what! And lately I heard you's a broke bitch living in the lower class suburbs And lately the word is I live in the suburbs and I don't fuck with birds She used to pump on the b
[Intro] Bitch I see you, did you know I know you Yeah, I know you. [Verse 1] Last time I saw you, you was brewed up, booed up, ready for a new fuck Last time you saw me I was PI to the mothafuckin MP what! And lately I heard you's a broke bitch living in the lower class suburbs And lately the word is I live in the suburbs and I don't fuck with birds She used to pump on the b
[Verse One: T.I.]
Now, e'rybody wanna be the king of the South
When, they ain't runnin a damn thing but they mouth
No doubt, it's all good, y'all just statin y'all opinion
But in the South and in the hood it's understood without sayin
It's a given, and ain't because of what I'm doin for a livin
It's, mo' because of what I do and how I'm livin
Not to mention when I'm rappin I'm just hurtin niggaz feelings
(Niggaz feelings) And still chillin on simpson and center hillin
Made provisions for the clique to continue keepin it pimpin
Whether crack was in the house or record sales was through the ceiling
So say what you want, and do what you please
But for fun, I shoot 22's from your shoes to your knees
I run a record label and a crew of G's
So, niggaz'll come and look for yo
Kindness Lyrics
from Turning Point .............................................. I love your sense of humor I love to see you smile I love your sense of balance I love your sense of time I love your music in the morning Your rhythm in the night But it's your kindness Thatshines so bright Yes I love your beauty I love your sexy moves But more I love your honestyu if ya sneeze
or even breathe the wrong way, you better do what the song say
And be easy, or else it'll be a long day
[Chorus: T.I.]
I'm a king - bank rolls in the pockets of my jeans
I'm a king - you pussy niggaz couldn't see me in your dreams
I'm a king - top topic of all of your magazines
I'm a king - head of the body, leader of the team
I'm a king - remember I can get your block knocked off
I'm a king - a Bentley coupe with the top chopped off
I'm a king - I'm connectin nationwide but in the South
I'm a king - just respect it and keep my name out'cha mouth
[Verse Two: Lil Scrappy]
I'm the prince shorty don't get it twisted
Been callin shots simpin 'fore my flows existed
And still find birds in my momma kitchen
You might see me burnin purple in the su
I got soldiers on deck, babyface pimpin
Whatchu' know 'bout dat, I get a bad Brenda
with that vert' top back, my jeans feelin tight
cause my pockets stay fat, playa better know that
My neck got so much shit, danglin
Big dick, big chain, we just keep on hangin
Got a Hollywood ho, and a broad that be stankin
They be hatin cause I'm famous shawty what I was thankin
And this for every don nigga thankin he passed me
Y'all just thank that you gone and the shit'll be nasty
I'ma stay ballin, ballin off my old school classic
Lil Scrap got big bank, now see if you can match it
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: P$C]
Shorty I'm down with the kings, so call me the greatest
Numba one hustla, I keep the streets blazin
If the grapes don't sell, I dry 'em up and sell ra
While y'all cherry pickin hustlas out here slavin
That king shit nigga runs deep in my veins
Pump through my heart, live in my bone marrow mayne
That's pimpin! My gas is premium like octane
Cain't tell me nuttin 'bout stackin these Benja-maynes
[Verse Four: T.I.]
I'm the king of the Dirty, see me seated in the throne
Overruled other dudes like Caesar did in Rome
With a prince that's so demandin and an aura so strong
The South ain't been represented like this in so long
I'm an emperor, you best be glad I'm workin on my temper
Otherwise I'd cock a pistol, send some missiles to your temple
Disrespect us I'ma blick 'em 'til I get you plain and simple
Brass knuckles to your dentals blast suckas in they dimples
[Chorus]
[T.I.] I'm a king
from Turning Point .............................................. I love your sense of humor I love to see you smile I love your sense of balance I love your sense of time I love your music in the morning Your rhythm in the night But it's your kindness Thatshines so bright Yes I love your beauty I love your sexy moves But more I love your honesty
or even breathe the wrong way, you better do what the song say
And be easy, or else it'll be a long day
[Chorus: T.I.]
I'm a king - bank rolls in the pockets of my jeans
I'm a king - you pussy niggaz couldn't see me in your dreams
I'm a king - top topic of all of your magazines
I'm a king - head of the body, leader of the team
I'm a king - remember I can get your block knocked off
I'm a king - a Bentley coupe with the top chopped off
I'm a king - I'm connectin nationwide but in the South
I'm a king - just respect it and keep my name out'cha mouth
[Verse Two: Lil Scrappy]
I'm the prince shorty don't get it twisted
Been callin shots simpin 'fore my flows existed
And still find birds in my momma kitchen
You might see me burnin purple in the su
Two suns in the sunset Lyrics
In my rear view mirror the sun is going down Sinking behind bridges in the road And I think of all the good things That we have left undone And I suffer premonitions Confirm suspicions Of the holocaust to come. The rusty wire that holds the cork That keeps the anger in Gives way And suddenly it's day again. The sun is in the east Even though the d
divisionIn my rear view mirror the sun is going down Sinking behind bridges in the road And I think of all the good things That we have left undone And I suffer premonitions Confirm suspicions Of the holocaust to come. The rusty wire that holds the cork That keeps the anger in Gives way And suddenly it's day again. The sun is in the east Even though the d
I got soldiers on deck, babyface pimpin
Whatchu' know 'bout dat, I get a bad Brenda
with that vert' top back, my jeans feelin tight
cause my pockets stay fat, playa better know that
My neck got so much shit, danglin
Big dick, big chain, we just keep on hangin
Got a Hollywood ho, and a broad that be stankin
They be hatin cause I'm famous shawty what I was thankin
And this for every don nigga thankin he passed me
Y'all just thank that you gone and the shit'll be nasty
I'ma stay ballin, ballin off my old school classic
Lil Scrap got big bank, now see if you can match it
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: P$C]
Shorty I'm down with the kings, so call me the greatest
Numba one hustla, I keep the streets blazin
If the grapes don't sell, I dry 'em up and sell ra
Emotional Lyrics
I knew you when I had a friend Very deeply Lovely within But somehow we got loose From what was oh so tight Somewhere we went wrong When we were oh so right What's a man to do when he just can't take no more What am I to do when my heart leads me to the door Now we've tried and tried again But now this is the end Tell me what's the use of holding on If we
sinsI knew you when I had a friend Very deeply Lovely within But somehow we got loose From what was oh so tight Somewhere we went wrong When we were oh so right What's a man to do when he just can't take no more What am I to do when my heart leads me to the door Now we've tried and tried again But now this is the end Tell me what's the use of holding on If we
While y'all cherry pickin hustlas out here slavin
That king shit nigga runs deep in my veins
Pump through my heart, live in my bone marrow mayne
That's pimpin! My gas is premium like octane
Cain't tell me nuttin 'bout stackin these Benja-maynes
[Verse Four: T.I.]
I'm the king of the Dirty, see me seated in the throne
Overruled other dudes like Caesar did in Rome
With a prince that's so demandin and an aura so strong
The South ain't been represented like this in so long
I'm an emperor, you best be glad I'm workin on my temper
Otherwise I'd cock a pistol, send some missiles to your temple
Disrespect us I'ma blick 'em 'til I get you plain and simple
Brass knuckles to your dentals blast suckas in they dimples
[Chorus]
[T.I.] I'm a king