T.I. Lyrics
T.I. Lyrics
"Kingofdasouth Lyrics"
Line up Lyrics
If you think that you're strong Wanna fight well come on And Line Up When the goin' gets tough And your talk ain't enough then come on And Line Up We gotta get up, get out before they get us down 'Cause livin' up against the wall, yeah Has got us locked up Come on and Line Up So don't be surprised When they pull the wool over your eyes Yeah, don't get funked up If you got all the stuff
If you think that you're strong Wanna fight well come on And Line Up When the goin' gets tough And your talk ain't enough then come on And Line Up We gotta get up, get out before they get us down 'Cause livin' up against the wall, yeah Has got us locked up Come on and Line Up So don't be surprised When they pull the wool over your eyes Yeah, don't get funked up If you got all the stuff
[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,
I'll Take The Dog Lyrics
Well we just left the courthouse this morning And the judge said we could go our seperate ways And everything we own must be divided just like the separation papers say You can keep the curtains and the tables and the chairs And all those dirty dishes in the sink Well you can take that golf club and the television set And that lawnmower that's always on the blink You can keep all the records and the hi-fi set You can take
he ain't all that shitWell we just left the courthouse this morning And the judge said we could go our seperate ways And everything we own must be divided just like the separation papers say You can keep the curtains and the tables and the chairs And all those dirty dishes in the sink Well you can take that golf club and the television set And that lawnmower that's always on the blink You can keep all the records and the hi-fi set You can take
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
Love is a Sweet Thing Lyrics
(Brett James, Troy Verges) He was sitting on a corner with a bottle of beer And the same shopping cart he'd been pushing for years A big smile on his face Like the first day of spring All the people looked the other way, but they heard him sing And he sang "Love Love is a sweet thing" He sang "love Love is a sweet thing" She shot out of Texas Like a bullet from a gun W
d's promise(Brett James, Troy Verges) He was sitting on a corner with a bottle of beer And the same shopping cart he'd been pushing for years A big smile on his face Like the first day of spring All the people looked the other way, but they heard him sing And he sang "Love Love is a sweet thing" He sang "love Love is a sweet thing" She shot out of Texas Like a bullet from a gun W
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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Scouring The Wreckage Lyrics
uncertainty demands attention like a middle child and narrows focus like a bone saw it is the cocoon from which the truth emerges and once the pattern upon the wings is unveiled it transcends our childish concepts of control and becomes something that simply is we can only accept it and return to the fray like the soldier whose sweetheart stopped writing.
' loose and splackin' your domeuncertainty demands attention like a middle child and narrows focus like a bone saw it is the cocoon from which the truth emerges and once the pattern upon the wings is unveiled it transcends our childish concepts of control and becomes something that simply is we can only accept it and return to the fray like the soldier whose sweetheart stopped writing.
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