T.I. Lyrics
T.I. Lyrics
"My Life Lyrics"
Bellybutton Lyrics
high up there on the way to the train see you looking at me with a grin on your face and your lips they are following me wherever i hang around won't let me go anymore and your teeth they are laughing at me in a arrogant way make me hate you so bad and your eyes oh i just can't believe how empty they are what could you mean to me you know you got my favourite bellybutton you know you got my favourite but one day they will take you away put in place of your head a
high up there on the way to the train see you looking at me with a grin on your face and your lips they are following me wherever i hang around won't let me go anymore and your teeth they are laughing at me in a arrogant way make me hate you so bad and your eyes oh i just can't believe how empty they are what could you mean to me you know you got my favourite bellybutton you know you got my favourite but one day they will take you away put in place of your head a
[Daz]
I know it's your life nigga..you do as you please (That's right)
But you know we be fucking up
Huh, Huh....Yeah Aye,Aye,Aye..Yea, Yea, Yeah (What)
Aye,Aye,Aye......Yea, Yea, Yeah
That nigga Daz and T.I is in the motherfuckin house..You know what I mean
It's your life nigga....live or die.......Wooooh!!
(chorus)
Can't ya see I'm on fire, so quit hating on me pimpin, I'm just living my life
Think I ain't gone ride, on all you pussy niggas tryin to put an end to my life
You can't do it, don't try...I know you sucker niggas wish that you was living my life
In white linen, I'm fly..top down in the spiderville, riding for the rest of my life
[T.I]
A-town veteran, started at eleven
When and bought an eight-ball, I was staying down every since
That's why its hard to find a young rap nigga better than
Bankhead resident, Westside represent, Pimp Squad mobster
Grand Hustle president, heart of a lion and the nuts of an elephant
Trap musik heaven sent, you hating and it's evident
You trying to stack presidents, I'm tryin to set p
Execute Lyrics
You don't dream to pull the trigger? To shoot dead the guy, who nerves you! Execute Walk discouraged down the streets If you molest me, your life is gone! Execute For what a fuck I fought, for you? My hate is blind Execute It's cold in my life But I'll never give up! Execute Will don't fall into annoyance My hate is blind!
recedentsYou don't dream to pull the trigger? To shoot dead the guy, who nerves you! Execute Walk discouraged down the streets If you molest me, your life is gone! Execute For what a fuck I fought, for you? My hate is blind Execute It's cold in my life But I'll never give up! Execute Will don't fall into annoyance My hate is blind!
The comparison is insulting my intelligene
Cause real recognize real, and real you ain't never been
and never will, I catch ya where you chill, holla at ya where you live nigga, fuck a record deal (what's happenin)
I graduated out the yay, to stack a couple mill
Who would figure it would be a rap nigga I have to kill
My potnaz telling me shawty you have to chill (fuck that shit) but Ima end Up hating with steel, what is is, still dope boy trap niggas
Worldwide lovin it, haters see the spider and they wanna put a slug in it
Fuck it, I'm a G, I been a rider, I ain't studding it
Better get ya mind of mind, and start hustling
(chorus:with ad libs)
[Daz]
I should BG banging the stripes, ideas when I strike
Breaking my victims, lining them niggas all with the light
Get it right, hold it tight, blast with all your might
See we hustle for them grands til the early light
Follw my plan on command, leave'em dead where they stand
Ain't no stopping the man nigga with grands in my hands
Living the fast lane, grand hustle the gram
The Weeds That Grow Around My Feet Lyrics
'Weeds' actually sprung out of a song written by Jesse. Although the chords and tempo were changed slightly, the general feel of the song remains the same. As we finished writing the song in studio, I had an incredibly difficult time writing lyrics, or maybe I had difficulty being comfortable with what I had already written. In any case, this song has grown on me over the years more than any other song. The theme of this song runs pretty deep. 'The Weeds That Grow Around My Feet' of course deals with someone standing in one place for too long, so
when the cash came'Weeds' actually sprung out of a song written by Jesse. Although the chords and tempo were changed slightly, the general feel of the song remains the same. As we finished writing the song in studio, I had an incredibly difficult time writing lyrics, or maybe I had difficulty being comfortable with what I had already written. In any case, this song has grown on me over the years more than any other song. The theme of this song runs pretty deep. 'The Weeds That Grow Around My Feet' of course deals with someone standing in one place for too long, so
(Grand hustle nigga)
The police book me, take my fingerprint and last name
If I'm stuck in a cell, how would I maintain
Lock up all these niggas, the penitentiary mind frame
I strive for perfection, my method is quite collective
Check out the fuckin way I just rep it
This dog pound gangsta in A BLACK STANKIN LINCOLN
Rims shining, fresh paint, T.I. counting paper
Big moves stay on deck with the tools
All ya'll niggas and bitches and niggas get sprayed with the tools..Brahhh
(chorus: with ad libs)
[Daz]
This how we hustle for the paper, cause the hustle get harder
I'm dog pounded out, an Atlanta Brave starter
Money, weed, and bitches, 24 inches conversating
T.I. plotted on getting these niggas, now for my niggas
Murdering, killing, wheeling the spider, on a mission
All my niggas ya'll know how the fuck we kick it
I'ma keep my eye on a meal to ya, hustle it up motherfucker better kick it
[T.I]
All eyes on me, with my westside homie
In a drop 65, on D's, wanna ride on me
I got a forty-fi
Goodbye Heartache (Darling Welcome Home) Lyrics
(Mark Chesnutt, Steve Leslie, Roger Springer) You’ve been gone almost a month Girl I nearly died For twenty seven days and nights Sat right here and cried If it wasn’t for your memory I’d been here all alone Goodbye heartache, darlin’, welcome home Chorus Treat me any way you want to Even cuss and swear Call me anything you need to I promise I wont care Just let it all out, you’re right I was wrong Goodbye heartache, darlin’, welcome home There’s really just no good excuse
ve, on me(Mark Chesnutt, Steve Leslie, Roger Springer) You’ve been gone almost a month Girl I nearly died For twenty seven days and nights Sat right here and cried If it wasn’t for your memory I’d been here all alone Goodbye heartache, darlin’, welcome home Chorus Treat me any way you want to Even cuss and swear Call me anything you need to I promise I wont care Just let it all out, you’re right I was wrong Goodbye heartache, darlin’, welcome home There’s really just no good excuse
In a hurry to die homie, get live on me
You charged with tryin to OG
And I'm creepin through the crowd, low key, nigga
You don't know me
I learned from niggas before me
I got insomnia shawty, I don't sleep, I bomb, I don't creep
(chorus: with ad libs)
[Talking: T.I & Daz]
Ya'll niggas know how we do this shit
T.I, that nigga Daz....youknowhatimean
This my life, your life, our life, his life.live it to the fullest
One time for Pac, we miss you nigga...Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
One time for Shorty B, keepin it pimpin'(Aye)
PSC, Grand Hustle, pimp (yeah)
Fuck nigga, let this be a lesson to ya...Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Ya'll niggas better start training man
You better be a damn good ducker nigga,
When I goddamn let loose with this chopper, you understand that
I ain't playin with ya'll niggas, Once the motherfuckin judge
Slam that goddamn gaffel nigga and let a motherfuckin case beat nigga
I'm at ya'll ass nigga..Mark my motherfuckin words, Fuck boys
I'm laying low for a reason pimp..Ha...Fuck niggas