T.I. Lyrics
T.I. Lyrics
"I'm Serious (Remix) Lyrics"
Power Hungry Lyrics
Out of the past Machines of crime Brute force side-split Live and let die Dealing I am Triumph blood is Thicker water Getting Power hungry Track down weak flesh Some like it hot High roll get down Fist face get down Dull years Strait jacket baby Wired from 10 years Of pain Bending the rules Seems more likely Than going insane Sweating time In the hot house Toyland broken yea Eating away All fascination<
Out of the past Machines of crime Brute force side-split Live and let die Dealing I am Triumph blood is Thicker water Getting Power hungry Track down weak flesh Some like it hot High roll get down Fist face get down Dull years Strait jacket baby Wired from 10 years Of pain Bending the rules Seems more likely Than going insane Sweating time In the hot house Toyland broken yea Eating away All fascination<
(feat. Youngbloodz, Pastor Troy)
[talking]
This some of that Ghet-O-Vision shit man
FUCK these niggaz, WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!
(C'mon, c'mon, c'mon) yeah
(C'mon, c'mon, c'mon) yeah, uhh
Serious mayne... (yeah)
This shit gets serious mayne... (I'm tellin ya shawty)
Serious mayne... (ah ah, ya ya yea)
This shit gets serious mayne... (ah ah, ya ya yea)
Serious mayne (ah c'mon, ah ya ya yea)
This shit gets serious mayne (aight, let's do it shawty tell 'em)
[Hook - 2X]
ATTENTION!!! - Let's get serious mayne!
ATTENTION!!! - Let's get serious mayne!
ATTENTION!!! - Let's get serious mayne!
ATTENTION!!! - Ah wha-wha ah what WHAAAT!
[T.I.]
I'm goin in with funny niggas in the A
The killas with the case, and now the niggas with the yea'
All my niggas, where ya stay?
Westside to Decatur, ah hey-ya, fuck ya wooden eight
I lay you down if I got a thirty-shot in my Impala
I'm a 3rd bred Bankhead, Roll Park scholar
From a house with
Boston Lyrics
all the cities in the world and so very little time and so many different girls... all you have to do is find them there's a wealth of opportunity you plan your trips accordingly a pity but the pretty ones are usually more touristy say how'd you like to run away from these machines? everywhere the spies are printing out your dreams seven stops in seven different countries seven page itineraries memories thick as bloody marys jesus jospeh bloody hell right now were h
no father, school - why bother?all the cities in the world and so very little time and so many different girls... all you have to do is find them there's a wealth of opportunity you plan your trips accordingly a pity but the pretty ones are usually more touristy say how'd you like to run away from these machines? everywhere the spies are printing out your dreams seven stops in seven different countries seven page itineraries memories thick as bloody marys jesus jospeh bloody hell right now were h
That's why I call myself the King of the South
Well nigga, ah you don't want what I'm break out the house
Ah so I, strongly suggest you keep my name out ya mouth
Before I, be in ya house tapin ya spouse to the couch
And put a, hole in her blouse, I don't play young nigga
Remember me from back in the day young nigga
One more thing, fuck what you done heard 'bout Atlanta
We finna break the standards, rubber bands instead of platinum
I'm a hustler, not a rapper
We gangstas, y'all some actors
We finna turn this chapter, your spot is what I'm after
I'm serious!!
[Hook - 2X]
[J-Bo]
See I got the answers to all ya quest-ions (come on)
From A-B to C, best learn your less-ons (-ons...)
Cuz I'm so damn serious, it'll leave yo' ass stunned
In the back and we packin on all who flex-un
Like Redrum, it's bloody and ugly, who want some?
Now put your middle fingers up until it's all done (it's all done)
Cuz we ain't taki
My Mirror No Longer Reflects Lyrics
Choke on your forked tongue as you lie to me again Say it's too early to show how we feel just shove me away / but what can be said to someone who can't hear or comprehend your actions I've lost faith in what I've been told / it? all a lie I show true feelings always feeling the pain Smash me to the ground a thousand times as before But I can't rationalize anymore / carry me away on concrete pillows incinerate me once more Love means nothing to you anymore blood stains
n much of nothin but bash-unChoke on your forked tongue as you lie to me again Say it's too early to show how we feel just shove me away / but what can be said to someone who can't hear or comprehend your actions I've lost faith in what I've been told / it? all a lie I show true feelings always feeling the pain Smash me to the ground a thousand times as before But I can't rationalize anymore / carry me away on concrete pillows incinerate me once more Love means nothing to you anymore blood stains
On all who attempt, intentions we blast-un
[Sean Paul]
I gut 'em, I roll 'em, I smoke 'em, and I pass 'em
I serve 'em, deliver, walk up on 'em and blast 'em
I'm strong but my niggaz, I'm takin they cash home
Then hit the track and get rid of the whole bomb
Cuz I'm serious nigga, you gon' feel this nigga
Got a, trunk full of work, how you gon' kill this nigga?
My niggaz givin out bricks, we can build this nigga
If all fail we can 1-0-5 grill this nigga
I'm dead serious
[Hook - 2X]
[Pastor Troy]
S-E-R-I-O (uh-huh) U-S (uh-huh) I'm fresh (c'mon)
One of the best (uh-huh) there are a couple (c'mon)
We did this song last night, I gave 'em trouble (uh-huh)
Jumped in my shuttle (uh-huh) and hauled ass (c'mon)
Up 85 (yea) with Daytons (c'mon)
You wanna blast (c'mon) come get yo' cannon (c'mon)
I bet I'll leave yo' punk-ass, where ya standin (uh-huh)
While you were plannin (c'mon) see I had plottin (uh-huh)
Yo
Leave Your Leaving Lyrics
Today the sun refused to shine The outside door was closed I started to think it was in my mind But it's your leavin I suppose On the front porch I light a cigarette Watchin the fire reach for its dying breath Irony is a funny thing For that there's no need to explain Chorus Woman set me free Come down put your love on me Come back to me one more time And leave you leavin far behind Smooth little slide solo I've lost my mind I'm convi
u saw the smoke hoe, hell yeah I shot it (damn right)Today the sun refused to shine The outside door was closed I started to think it was in my mind But it's your leavin I suppose On the front porch I light a cigarette Watchin the fire reach for its dying breath Irony is a funny thing For that there's no need to explain Chorus Woman set me free Come down put your love on me Come back to me one more time And leave you leavin far behind Smooth little slide solo I've lost my mind I'm convi
I'm bustin rockets screamin, "Die nigga, die!" (die nigga)
Dont' fuck with D.S.G.B. or T.I. (c'mon)
Do you know why, I don't fuck with nobody? (yeah)
The same shit, that fucked up John Gotti (yeah)
These niggaz watch me, but they don't wanna fuck with us (yeah)
We makin 'em hush, we dead-ass serious!
[Hook - 4X]
[talking]
YEEAH!!
It's motherfuckin serious in this motherfucker, knahmtalkinbout
I'ma tell y'all niggaz like this here (whassup whassup)
If it's too hot for yo' ass (uh-huh)
Get the fuck out the motherfuckin kitchen,
knamtalkinbout (getcha ass out)
The boy Lil' Jon, doin this shit with my nigga T.I.!
Ghet-O-Vision, Youngbloodz (Ghet-O-Vison hoe!)
That boy Pastor Troy (old Troy)
It's serious mayne (serious)
This shit motherfuckin serious.. (it serious bitch)
In the south niggaz, they get motherfuckin serious (real serious)
We out this bitch... holla...