T.I. Lyrics
T.I. Lyrics
"I'm Straight Lyrics"
Still Here Lyrics
Hey there Matthew Hopkins, are you listening to us - we're still here Boodstone, Tiger's Eye, whet the hell - we're still here The dreaming Earth's moving in your sleep - it's all real And everything you tried to keep so secret will one day be revealed There's grit in the oysters there's wind in the trees There's a full moon rising and salt in the seas And we're outside of the line Still running - outside of the line Heinrich Kramer, Jacob Sprenger - we're still here Can you hear us Torquemada - we're still here The rolling of thunder, there's holes in the sky We'll meet you again on the opposite side Outside of the line Still running - ouside of the line The sent of datura, the beat of the drum Seven by seven, al the ravens have flown T
Hey there Matthew Hopkins, are you listening to us - we're still here Boodstone, Tiger's Eye, whet the hell - we're still here The dreaming Earth's moving in your sleep - it's all real And everything you tried to keep so secret will one day be revealed There's grit in the oysters there's wind in the trees There's a full moon rising and salt in the seas And we're outside of the line Still running - outside of the line Heinrich Kramer, Jacob Sprenger - we're still here Can you hear us Torquemada - we're still here The rolling of thunder, there's holes in the sky We'll meet you again on the opposite side Outside of the line Still running - ouside of the line The sent of datura, the beat of the drum Seven by seven, al the ravens have flown T
(feat. B.G., Pimp C, Young Jeezy)
[T.I.]
Yeah, yeah, uh, aye! What the fuck I gotta worry about now?
Nigga you think after weatherin' the storm and comin' from the extremes I came from
You think I'ma call all the way and get scared? Ahah!
Nah nigga.. I'ma motherfuckin' win
Nigga if all this shit go out the window right now man
I'm all too familiar with this shit
My nigga I'm straight ya dig? Please believe that shit man. Hey! [echoes]
[Chorus I: T.I.]
You can keep the car, the clothes, the money and the hoes
Just gimme a couple of O's, drop me off at the sto'
And I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt
Hey you can keep the dancers and the boppers, the plexers and the poppers
Let me fill up my Impala, boy holla at my partners
And I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt
[T.I.]
I gotta couple of V's wit' the kits, MPV's on my wrist
A lot of glamour and glit's, but shawty I don't need that
My beginnin' was a humble one, a hustler I'ma son of one
Taught me how to number run, I went from that to number one
Had a hundred ones, I bought a slab flipped another one
Sold my little three-eighty east, and said I need another gun
The littlest in the trap, and gotta pack of ice and bubble gum
Junkies hatin' on my stacks, sayin' I'm nuttin but a young
Buck, niggaz say, "What?" Then he see me raise up
Just wanna see the little boy wit' nuts exchange old niggaz whole face soon
'Cause I spray the nigga's whole face up, wet the nigga from the waist up
They try you on
Pleasure Of Molestation Lyrics
[HYPOCRISY cover] Conquest is my art! Some say, in God's ear. I'm yours 'til you find my noose. Your name, brought us here. To molest, this evil boy. [chorus] Leprosy. God's own destiny. Their gathering. Brought you to me! At the altar they recently found you. Running loose with hellish volition. In here your soul will be dead. All livings beings will rot in Hell! Call my name, I will be. An admission that ceased to exist. I curse, thee whom I save. Darkening, will son be here. Wait, sacrifice my live. With this evil unholy knife. With the opening hand to a god. Fuck Jesus Christ! Slaves of the Lie, they needed eyes. Users, beggars, believe yours. I won't deny! Dying, for God, I
ce and you pull a fall, and then tell 'em shaw' don't play wit 'em[HYPOCRISY cover] Conquest is my art! Some say, in God's ear. I'm yours 'til you find my noose. Your name, brought us here. To molest, this evil boy. [chorus] Leprosy. God's own destiny. Their gathering. Brought you to me! At the altar they recently found you. Running loose with hellish volition. In here your soul will be dead. All livings beings will rot in Hell! Call my name, I will be. An admission that ceased to exist. I curse, thee whom I save. Darkening, will son be here. Wait, sacrifice my live. With this evil unholy knife. With the opening hand to a god. Fuck Jesus Christ! Slaves of the Lie, they needed eyes. Users, beggars, believe yours. I won't deny! Dying, for God, I
I'm fourteen in the dope game and don't care of catchin' no case bruh
You can sell to me, that's intentionally, another nigga that it's too late for
Hey wait bruh, bet any nigga came from that?
Who lose it all the day, I bet he say he changed from that
[Chorus II: T.I.]
Hey you can keep the game and the fame, the haters and the lames
Just gimme some cocaine and some wood I can slang
And I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt
Hey you can keep the clones and the clowns, the throne and the crown
Well-known in the town that I'm holdin' it down
So I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt
[B.G.]
Okay now, now when I spit it, I spit it how I live it
Every verse I ever gave ya, it was fact, nothin' fiction
I'ma +Livin' Legend+.. no stuntin', no reppin'
You can check my track record, I'm highly respected
I'ma gangsta in the game, go ask Lil' Wayne
Ask Judge Johnson, how many times he saw my face
For, "pistol here, pistol there," "violation here, violation here"
Betta ask Rank, I ran the jail when I was there
I held it down, where-ever I go
When I'm in the A wit' the +King+, or in Detroit in the snow
I'ma pro, whether it's movin' snow or movin' 'dro
That's between me and you, I can get it for the low
But that's nuttin, everybody say they gotta story
Mine on "Larry King," theirs is on "Maury"
At the end of the day, it seems to won't go away
I guarantee +The Heart of the St
All nighter Lyrics
It's nearly eleven Do you think we'll stand the test of time You're a cloud short of heaven But you know I want you to be mine Am I sitting here waiting Yeah, and it's getting frustrating Got to go to the garage Got to get some fags and make some tea Can you lend me enough wedge Do you want to walk up there with me And I'm sitting here waiting Yeah, I'm tired of debating We've been up all night I can feel a strange attraction Now it's getting light But I can't spur you into action Sure not alone But so on my own, oh. It's a quarter to seven Don't you think we've stayed up half the night You're a cloud short of heaven But I'd love to see you strut your stuff And I'm sitting here waitingeetz+ that you pray
[Chorus I]
[Young Jeezy]
Snowman bitch (bitch), I ride two-seaters (vroom!!)
It's a cold world, so I keep two heaters (geyeah!)
I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt, you betta ask somebody (body)
Matter fact nigga you can just ask me (me)
A little over aggressive, yeah I just might be
But half the niggaz in the hood just like me (damn!)
You wonder why a nigga talk eight balls all day?
You should try standin' around wit' eight balls all day (YEEEAAAHHH!!)
Somebody pray for me, I don't know nothin' else (AYE!)
Why should I help you, when you ain't tryin' to help yourself
I came in this game, fresh out the streets (yeah)
Who you kiddin' nigga, I put my life on these beats (YEAH!)
Fuck bein' broke, this a reality check (check)
While you mad at ya girl, ya betta check reality (AHAH!)
Gotta crawl 'fore you walk, you gotta think before you talk
Damn right they gon' hate (geyeah!), 'cause them niggaz aren't straight
(AHAH!)
[Chorus II]
[Pimp C - talking after song ends]
Say what it do? Young Pimp C know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Yeah, nigga want me to speak on some "king" shit, know what I'm sayin'?
On the cool y'know.. young nigga T.I. jumped out there
said he was the king of the south
He ruffled a whole lotta niggaz' feathers
But niggaz didn't really understand what the nigga was talkin 'bout
Y'know.. and uh.. so everybody had it twisted but..
me I understood from the get go
That what the nigga was tryin' to put
in these motherfuckin' stupid ass niggaz' faces!!
Was the fact
And as long as you takin' care of yo' business and doin' king shit you a king!
What these niggaz shoulda been tryin' to do was tryin' to get close to the nigga
And get some understandin' about the type of game
He was tryin' to put in these motherfuckin' niggaz' ear holes!
Understand what I'm sayin'?
So I'm layin' back I'm watchin' the game from the sideline
Know what I'm talkin 'bout?
And I'm seein' all these ol' pussy ass niggaz out here
Talkin 'bout they this and they that, but they really ain't doin' nothin!
'Cause they motherfuckin' paper ain't right
When I see them in the street, they diamonds fake! Know what I'm talkin 'bout?
They shit ain't cut right, ya shit ain't right!
Shit cloudy and chipped up, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
And them niggaz talkin 'bout they "trill niggaz"
Don't even know what the motherfuckin' word mean!
Know what I'm talkin 'bout? This comin' from the O.G. style trill
Know what I'm talkin 'bout? Not these ol' fake ass niggaz
Tryin' to come on the scene later on and tryin' to take glory for some shit
Some other niggaz paid dues for, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
So this is what is.. we bringin' Georgia and Texas together
All you ol' BITCH ASS NIGGAS that ain't down wit' the play
Move on to the side, all you old school rappers like 'Pac say
You niggaz flabby, lookin' like Larry Holmes
BACK YO' BITCH ASS UP!! And, and, and, and move around for the South
'Cause it's our time to shine, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Now let's do this shit!
It's nearly eleven Do you think we'll stand the test of time You're a cloud short of heaven But you know I want you to be mine Am I sitting here waiting Yeah, and it's getting frustrating Got to go to the garage Got to get some fags and make some tea Can you lend me enough wedge Do you want to walk up there with me And I'm sitting here waiting Yeah, I'm tired of debating We've been up all night I can feel a strange attraction Now it's getting light But I can't spur you into action Sure not alone But so on my own, oh. It's a quarter to seven Don't you think we've stayed up half the night You're a cloud short of heaven But I'd love to see you strut your stuff And I'm sitting here waiting
[Chorus I]
[Young Jeezy]
Snowman bitch (bitch), I ride two-seaters (vroom!!)
It's a cold world, so I keep two heaters (geyeah!)
I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt, you betta ask somebody (body)
Matter fact nigga you can just ask me (me)
A little over aggressive, yeah I just might be
But half the niggaz in the hood just like me (damn!)
You wonder why a nigga talk eight balls all day?
You should try standin' around wit' eight balls all day (YEEEAAAHHH!!)
Somebody pray for me, I don't know nothin' else (AYE!)
Why should I help you, when you ain't tryin' to help yourself
I came in this game, fresh out the streets (yeah)
Who you kiddin' nigga, I put my life on these beats (YEAH!)
Fuck bein' broke, this a reality check (check)
While you mad at ya girl, ya betta check reality (AHAH!)
Gotta crawl 'fore you walk, you gotta think before you talk
Damn right they gon' hate (geyeah!), 'cause them niggaz aren't straight
(AHAH!)
[Chorus II]
[Pimp C - talking after song ends]
Say what it do? Young Pimp C know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Yeah, nigga want me to speak on some "king" shit, know what I'm sayin'?
On the cool y'know.. young nigga T.I. jumped out there
said he was the king of the south
He ruffled a whole lotta niggaz' feathers
But niggaz didn't really understand what the nigga was talkin 'bout
Y'know.. and uh.. so everybody had it twisted but..
me I understood from the get go
That what the nigga was tryin' to put
in these motherfuckin' stupid ass niggaz' faces!!
Was the fact
Don't Go To Pieces Lyrics
Are you tired and are pushed to the side? Are you broken whenever you try? Just get up again and let everyone know You're gonna try your best, and you'll never let go Don't you go to pieces now I need you more than I ever did Don't you go to pieces now I need you all the time Are you angry when you look at the world So desperate it's making you ill Don't be alone or frightened by all that you see There's a million good hearts like you and like me Don't you go to pieces now I need you more than I ever did Don't you go to pieces now I need you all the time Don't you go to pieces now I need you all the time Don't you go to pieces now I need you all the time It's alright to be alone sometimes But please come back
that it's a whole bunch of kings down hereAre you tired and are pushed to the side? Are you broken whenever you try? Just get up again and let everyone know You're gonna try your best, and you'll never let go Don't you go to pieces now I need you more than I ever did Don't you go to pieces now I need you all the time Are you angry when you look at the world So desperate it's making you ill Don't be alone or frightened by all that you see There's a million good hearts like you and like me Don't you go to pieces now I need you more than I ever did Don't you go to pieces now I need you all the time Don't you go to pieces now I need you all the time Don't you go to pieces now I need you all the time It's alright to be alone sometimes But please come back
And as long as you takin' care of yo' business and doin' king shit you a king!
What these niggaz shoulda been tryin' to do was tryin' to get close to the nigga
And get some understandin' about the type of game
He was tryin' to put in these motherfuckin' niggaz' ear holes!
Understand what I'm sayin'?
So I'm layin' back I'm watchin' the game from the sideline
Know what I'm talkin 'bout?
And I'm seein' all these ol' pussy ass niggaz out here
Talkin 'bout they this and they that, but they really ain't doin' nothin!
'Cause they motherfuckin' paper ain't right
When I see them in the street, they diamonds fake! Know what I'm talkin 'bout?
They shit ain't cut right, ya shit ain't right!
Shit cloudy and chipped up, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
And them niggaz talkin 'bout they "trill niggaz"
Don't even know what the motherfuckin' word mean!
Know what I'm talkin 'bout? This comin' from the O.G. style trill
Know what I'm talkin 'bout? Not these ol' fake ass niggaz
Tryin' to come on the scene later on and tryin' to take glory for some shit
Some other niggaz paid dues for, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
So this is what is.. we bringin' Georgia and Texas together
All you ol' BITCH ASS NIGGAS that ain't down wit' the play
Move on to the side, all you old school rappers like 'Pac say
You niggaz flabby, lookin' like Larry Holmes
BACK YO' BITCH ASS UP!! And, and, and, and move around for the South
'Cause it's our time to shine, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Now let's do this shit!