T.I. Lyrics

T.I. Lyrics

"I'm A King ft Lil Scrappy and P$C Lyrics"

Pecan Pie Lyrics
oh what i would give for a good cup of coffee and some pecan pie at that cafe in Guelph i know a really good record store along the way but i'm keeping that to myself oh i've been home for too long i'm fed-up with myself and my daily routine and though i know i miss you it's gonna be nice to get back on the road again we're going to new places meeting new people
[Verse One: T.I.]
Now, e'rybody wanna be the king of the South
When, they ain't runnin a damn thing but they mouth
No doubt, it's all good, y'all just statin y'all opinion
But in the South and in the hood it's understood without sayin
It's a given, and ain't because of what I'm doin for a livin
It's, mo' because of what I do and how I'm livin
Not to mention when I'm rappin I'm just hurtin niggaz feelings
(Niggaz feelings) And still chillin on simpson and center hillin
Made provisions for the clique to continue keepin it pimpin
Whether crack was in the house or record sales was through the ceiling
So say what you want, and do what you please
But for fun, I shoot 22's from your shoes to your knees
I run a record label and a crew of G's
So, niggaz'll come and look for yo
The Elephant's Graveyard Lyrics
Did you slip the noose when the beast broke loose The elephants graveyard ain't the place to be And white turns black, dies of heart attack The elephants graveyard needs the change of scene. You got the money, but who needs the tension And fear's no cheaper on the old age pension There's just one thing that I forgot to mention What've you got to lose when you know You're gui
u if ya sneeze
or even breathe the wrong way, you better do what the song say
And be easy, or else it'll be a long day

[Chorus: T.I.]
I'm a king - bank rolls in the pockets of my jeans
I'm a king - you pussy niggaz couldn't see me in your dreams
I'm a king - top topic of all of your magazines
I'm a king - head of the body, leader of the team
I'm a king - remember I can get your block knocked off
I'm a king - a Bentley coupe with the top chopped off
I'm a king - I'm connectin nationwide but in the South
I'm a king - just respect it and keep my name out'cha mouth

[Verse Two: Lil Scrappy]
I'm the prince shorty don't get it twisted
Been callin shots simpin 'fore my flows existed
And still find birds in my momma kitchen
You might see me burnin purple in the su
Hits From the Bong Lyrics
Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Pick it, pack it, fire it up, come aloooong and take hits from the boooong Put the blunt down just for a second Don't get me wrong it's not a new method Inhale, Exhale - just got a ounce in the mail I like a blunt or a big fat cone But my double barrel bong is gettin me stoned I'm skill i
division
I got soldiers on deck, babyface pimpin
Whatchu' know 'bout dat, I get a bad Brenda
with that vert' top back, my jeans feelin tight
cause my pockets stay fat, playa better know that
My neck got so much shit, danglin
Big dick, big chain, we just keep on hangin
Got a Hollywood ho, and a broad that be stankin
They be hatin cause I'm famous shawty what I was thankin
And this for every don nigga thankin he passed me
Y'all just thank that you gone and the shit'll be nasty
I'ma stay ballin, ballin off my old school classic
Lil Scrap got big bank, now see if you can match it

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: P$C]
Shorty I'm down with the kings, so call me the greatest
Numba one hustla, I keep the streets blazin
If the grapes don't sell, I dry 'em up and sell ra
We Can Work It Out Lyrics
Try to see it my way, do I have to keep on talking till I can't go on? While you see it your way, run the risk of knowing that our love may soon be gone. We can work it out, we can work it out. Think of what you're saying, you can get it wrong and still you think that it's alright. Think of what I'm saying, we can work it out and get it straight, or say good night. We can
sins
While y'all cherry pickin hustlas out here slavin
That king shit nigga runs deep in my veins
Pump through my heart, live in my bone marrow mayne
That's pimpin! My gas is premium like octane
Cain't tell me nuttin 'bout stackin these Benja-maynes

[Verse Four: T.I.]
I'm the king of the Dirty, see me seated in the throne
Overruled other dudes like Caesar did in Rome
With a prince that's so demandin and an aura so strong
The South ain't been represented like this in so long
I'm an emperor, you best be glad I'm workin on my temper
Otherwise I'd cock a pistol, send some missiles to your temple
Disrespect us I'ma blick 'em 'til I get you plain and simple
Brass knuckles to your dentals blast suckas in they dimples

[Chorus]

[T.I.] I'm a king