T.I. Lyrics
T.I. Lyrics
"Long Live da Game Lyrics"
TO ONE WHO DIDN’T KNOW YOU Lyrics
I When I asked you how you’d been You told me you were fine But I knew it was a lie Because I could see the lines Of tiredness on your brow And the tension in your eyes II Yet to another’s face There would have been no trace
YEA...
Dis for all my niggaz who think dey hard...
(laughing)
You wanna know whats hard(whats hard pimp?)
Goin about yo day nigga losin yo life at the end of it
now dats whats hard...(MINDING MY MUTHAFUCKING BUSINESS)
let me tell yall bout the last day i lived nigga
(Verse)
Im in tha 96 Impala with tha gat in my lap
Annihilating any nigga tryin to work in my trap
now see the feds got me tap'd
so to keep em' off of my bac
i got a crib in tha trap and a crib to relax
now my indictme
if i aint have a hoe givin head to tha feds
comin bac tellin me exactly what they said
im a dead man walkin...
waitin on time in jail
but i'll die before i let em stop my mail
long as i got another ounce to sell
what tha hell ima bail? a grap my scale
get another key and ima slang my yayo
niggaz on tha westside cant re-up becuz its a drought
so i check tha crack house...
DAMN it sold out
so back to tha crib so i can check this stash
aint sure a
got a couple keyz in the safe right now
weigh it up cook it up then chop it down
now im ready to go and pick up my fetti
but before i leave tha house i cant dip without grabbin my G'z
and my keyz to my brand new V put em in pocket with tha gat to see
niggaz pleeze nigga you holla bout freeze
put this red dot to ya ass n squeeze
now im dippin bac to tha swats
with tha 4-4 and a plastic glock
turned around and i had to stop
couldnt trap swarn it wuz cops
standin there n i stil
Mac Boney nem must have fled
only cops is i fear is tha feds
on my car flashin blue n red
damn there dey go now its time to dip
got tha 4-4 right my hip
9 millimeter wit a extra clip
dats what yall niggaz get fuckin round wit TIP
bustin at em
n cussin at em but aint no shakin em
them bullets dat they wuz bustin at me my vest wuz takin em
makin dem pigs fall in pain
turned around cuz one call my name
took a hot one to tha brain
yea i died but LONG LIVE THA GAME...
I When I asked you how you’d been You told me you were fine But I knew it was a lie Because I could see the lines Of tiredness on your brow And the tension in your eyes II Yet to another’s face There would have been no trace
YEA...
Dis for all my niggaz who think dey hard...
(laughing)
You wanna know whats hard(whats hard pimp?)
Goin about yo day nigga losin yo life at the end of it
now dats whats hard...(MINDING MY MUTHAFUCKING BUSINESS)
let me tell yall bout the last day i lived nigga
(Verse)
Im in tha 96 Impala with tha gat in my lap
Annihilating any nigga tryin to work in my trap
now see the feds got me tap'd
so to keep em' off of my bac
i got a crib in tha trap and a crib to relax
now my indictme
Lullaby Lyrics
sleep little one sleep, take comfort in the nights embrace cuz the morning sun will open your eyes and youll see that you live in a fucked up place. sleep little one sleep, take comfort in any kind of embrace cuz the morning suns gonna open your e
nt was a secret and thats the way that they keep itsleep little one sleep, take comfort in the nights embrace cuz the morning sun will open your eyes and youll see that you live in a fucked up place. sleep little one sleep, take comfort in any kind of embrace cuz the morning suns gonna open your e
if i aint have a hoe givin head to tha feds
comin bac tellin me exactly what they said
im a dead man walkin...
waitin on time in jail
but i'll die before i let em stop my mail
long as i got another ounce to sell
what tha hell ima bail? a grap my scale
get another key and ima slang my yayo
niggaz on tha westside cant re-up becuz its a drought
so i check tha crack house...
DAMN it sold out
so back to tha crib so i can check this stash
aint sure a
This Past Summer Lyrics
I've go these chains off so now lets take off some time to think and now I've spoke my mind its not fair its not right you cant take away my life. and yesterday you, you said you'd be there in selfishness you left us here you put an inmate before your family heroine says
bout how much dope i hadI've go these chains off so now lets take off some time to think and now I've spoke my mind its not fair its not right you cant take away my life. and yesterday you, you said you'd be there in selfishness you left us here you put an inmate before your family heroine says
got a couple keyz in the safe right now
weigh it up cook it up then chop it down
now im ready to go and pick up my fetti
but before i leave tha house i cant dip without grabbin my G'z
and my keyz to my brand new V put em in pocket with tha gat to see
niggaz pleeze nigga you holla bout freeze
put this red dot to ya ass n squeeze
now im dippin bac to tha swats
with tha 4-4 and a plastic glock
turned around and i had to stop
couldnt trap swarn it wuz cops
standin there n i stil
Pirate Lyrics
Let's kill the playlist All the same bands So repetitious Denying us the freedom we deserve Will someone tell my why we even listen? Airwaves are filled with repetition What ever happened to selection? Tune in and they will waste your tim
l aint scaredLet's kill the playlist All the same bands So repetitious Denying us the freedom we deserve Will someone tell my why we even listen? Airwaves are filled with repetition What ever happened to selection? Tune in and they will waste your tim
Mac Boney nem must have fled
only cops is i fear is tha feds
on my car flashin blue n red
damn there dey go now its time to dip
got tha 4-4 right my hip
9 millimeter wit a extra clip
dats what yall niggaz get fuckin round wit TIP
bustin at em
n cussin at em but aint no shakin em
them bullets dat they wuz bustin at me my vest wuz takin em
makin dem pigs fall in pain
turned around cuz one call my name
took a hot one to tha brain
yea i died but LONG LIVE THA GAME...