T.I. Lyrics
T.I. Lyrics
"Kingofdasouth Lyrics"
The Art Of Balance Lyrics
I am sheltered by this apathy Nothing left to do but torch the day Retreating deeper into my mind What is it that i hope to find? This is the aftermath in me Tendency to keep it all inside A fool's disguise I am strangled by this sympathy Empty words with no meaning Must release myself into the void All illusions must be destroyed This is the aftermath in me Tendency to keep it all H
I am sheltered by this apathy Nothing left to do but torch the day Retreating deeper into my mind What is it that i hope to find? This is the aftermath in me Tendency to keep it all inside A fool's disguise I am strangled by this sympathy Empty words with no meaning Must release myself into the void All illusions must be destroyed This is the aftermath in me Tendency to keep it all H
[Verse One]
I been a menace to society
Since when?
Since menace to society
Still refused to become a legitimate citizen quietly
Felt like my label hidin' me
But here I am anyway
I might be back to slangin' grams any day
And if this record flop
Well I'll be--back
Wit' a bomb of hard
Wit' C-Rod and the squad
This whole industry's a fa?ade
Man this ain't real life
Half these rappers don't know what sacrifice feel like
Man these niggaz is all hype
Not even rappin' on real mics
They just get high and say whatever the fuck they feel like
They make me feel like bustin' these niggaz one at a time
And I'm still outbustin' these niggaz
Hoe pick a rhyme
[Chorus]
Ay, what these other niggaz talkin'
I don't believe that shit
I'm the king 'cause I said it
And I mean that shit
Ay, what's so special 'bout him
Ay,
The Body And The Blood Lyrics
sister insomnia my eyes weep worms for you angel anathema i'll drink your blood the blood you shed for me was all you gave to me my bold bulimic belly dancer narcissistic necromancer run just run from me as day consumes the night the earth shall cover me medusa madonna murder me marry me under your vapid vultures wings i'll suckle your black milk and let it trickle down my tongue your womb mouth kiss could
he ain't all that shitsister insomnia my eyes weep worms for you angel anathema i'll drink your blood the blood you shed for me was all you gave to me my bold bulimic belly dancer narcissistic necromancer run just run from me as day consumes the night the earth shall cover me medusa madonna murder me marry me under your vapid vultures wings i'll suckle your black milk and let it trickle down my tongue your womb mouth kiss could
I set the city in fire
Have you seen that shit?
Ay, what these other niggaz talkin'
I don't believe that shit
I'm the king 'cause I said it
And I mean that shit
Ay, what's the big deal about him?
He ain't even that shit
I set the city on fire
Have you seen that shit?
[Verse Two]
It's only five rappers outta Atlanta who bustin'
And I'm one of 'em
The other four, you know who you are
But if you gotta think twice
Well shawty you ain't nice
Regardless of your publishing deal
You can't write
I'm the best thing left blowin' breath on the mic
The king of the south
Nothin' else will suffice
You wanna bet?
Well put yo' budget up
Match the price
Me and you like putting matches to ice
You won't make it
Before I had a deal
I was still butt naked
God signed this, like keeping' the Lo
Tenderness On The Block Lyrics
By Warren Zevon and Jackson Browne c. 1978 Zevon Music/BMI and Swallow Turn Music/ASCAP Mama, where's your pretty little girl tonight Trying to run before she can walk - that's right She's growing up She has a young man waiting She's growing up She has a young man waiting Wide eyes She'll be street-wise To the lies And the jive talk She'll find true love And tenderness on the block <
d's promiseBy Warren Zevon and Jackson Browne c. 1978 Zevon Music/BMI and Swallow Turn Music/ASCAP Mama, where's your pretty little girl tonight Trying to run before she can walk - that's right She's growing up She has a young man waiting She's growing up She has a young man waiting Wide eyes She'll be street-wise To the lies And the jive talk She'll find true love And tenderness on the block <
The truth nigga
Like Beenie's first LP
You can do a song with N'Sync
And couldn't outsell me
I'm a legend in my own time
A prophet in my own rhymes
A king wit' a concubine
[Chorus]
Niggaz like you, a dime a dozen
They come and go
So why I'm runnin' now
And I ain't never run before
Grab choppers, cock 'em and blow
Stoppin' the show
Bet or owe 'em, droppin' the hoes
You just keep watchin' the door
Pop 'em, watch 'em drop to the floor
Fluff his pockets and go
Put a quarter block on his nose
And a glock in his clothes
He can keep his watches and gold
For his momma to hold
She'll be there buyin' the hoes
Before the drama unfolds
They know shawty outta control
Got me hot as a stove
Puttin' holes in yo' Girbaud
Wettin' up yo' polos
44's and Callico's
a black and a chrome
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Back From The Dawn Lyrics
[Music:Rettke/Paeth/Hunecke - Words: Rettke] It's a long time ago when you had the feelin' to adore her Did you know, did you know that it's a lie? She was spreading into your life and tellin' she would love ya Did you know it's cuttin' like a knife? [BRIDGE:] Every single touch, every word of mouth now you know that she's been fakin' All the dirty lies turned you inside out Now it's up to you for breaking aw
' loose and splackin' your dome[Music:Rettke/Paeth/Hunecke - Words: Rettke] It's a long time ago when you had the feelin' to adore her Did you know, did you know that it's a lie? She was spreading into your life and tellin' she would love ya Did you know it's cuttin' like a knife? [BRIDGE:] Every single touch, every word of mouth now you know that she's been fakin' All the dirty lies turned you inside out Now it's up to you for breaking aw
hoppin' back in the Brougham
known for kickin' in yo' door
wavin' gats in yo' home
clearin' it out
I'm sorry I ain't hearin' you out
You hearin' about
The squad pumpin' Fe in your heart
Because you know sacrifice
Was near and dear to your heart
[Chorus]
[talking]
Ay, my niggaz
Y'all already know what it is
T-I-P, Grand Hustle, Pimp Squad
For life nigga
Sanchez on the beat, dig this man
I'ma keep it always pimpin'
I'm stayin' down
Y'all niggaz gone send yo' demos in
Get cha little motherfuckin' deal
Go sell records
Nigga I got houses, I got blow, I got dro
Nigga I got hoes, nigga I got property nigga
What you wanna do nigga?
Fuck y'all niggaz
Come see about me if you don't like it
King of da God damn south
Rubberband man in this bitch
Uh, oh, oh