T.I. Lyrics
T.I. Lyrics
"Top Back Lyrics"
Martha Lyrics
With a coffee and the steering wheel in my hand On the road again and where is it going to bring us With the sun ahead of us, and these fuckin' hippies in the back Nobody will ever stop us, Martha baby, I'm never going to leave you With the stars the clouds and the moon in the sky The hippies are sleeping but we keep on going The road we've do
With a coffee and the steering wheel in my hand On the road again and where is it going to bring us With the sun ahead of us, and these fuckin' hippies in the back Nobody will ever stop us, Martha baby, I'm never going to leave you With the stars the clouds and the moon in the sky The hippies are sleeping but we keep on going The road we've do
[T.I.]
Haaaa...Mannie Fresh I got you nigga
I'm gonna show these niggaz what to do with one of your beats
I'm shuttin the whole block down
Here comes trouble homey
I'ma tell you how the king like to ride homeboy
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin 24's with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black
[Verse 1]
I'm the man in my city ain't nobody fuckin wit me
You can ask the real niggaz and all the bad bitches
I'm a known drug dealer I always have 50's
And the thugs and the killers was all in class wit me
SS'S on 26's watchin some television
Shorty I'm nev
Absolute Zero Lyrics
Can we being at the end to save some time? Dead center Point blank Together The clock is ticking You have no authority here Float like a dead man down the river And there are no streets in this city Et cetera is my worst enemy It's low and I know it all will go To the big hand of the god damned You're here Red dot And no
er slippin got the berretta in visionCan we being at the end to save some time? Dead center Point blank Together The clock is ticking You have no authority here Float like a dead man down the river And there are no streets in this city Et cetera is my worst enemy It's low and I know it all will go To the big hand of the god damned You're here Red dot And no
And ready to pop the clip in, ready to get to trippin
Ready to show these folks a celebrity pistol whippin
Pimp stolen' the automobile and the roof for the tag missin
Polices' try to pursue me it's nothin but gas given
Addicted to fast livin, yes I'm one of my dads children
Think I'm bad now shoulda seen me before I had children
Give dick to ya daddy's daughter and they oughta have children?
Hope he got some insurance cause I definitely have some endurance?
Kill her in Mississippi and drive her ass to Missouri
Still my waint pet drippin' while I'm woodgrain grippin
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I got this Pimp Squad Click I know you hearda bout us
Young nig
Not Gonna Be Alone Tonight Lyrics
I was standin in the street with a hat made out of skin Underneath a stormy sky like a heroine Over me came the feeling that I'd never win She's owning me like a dog to a god I'm not gonna let you go this time I'm not gonna be alone tonight You can try to break me down Or start a fight I'm not gonna be alone tonight I'm not g
gaz filthy rich and we ain't worried bout muchI was standin in the street with a hat made out of skin Underneath a stormy sky like a heroine Over me came the feeling that I'd never win She's owning me like a dog to a god I'm not gonna let you go this time I'm not gonna be alone tonight You can try to break me down Or start a fight I'm not gonna be alone tonight I'm not g
On this glock I clutch In God I trust
If a fuck nigga start bet his heart I bust
Got ya partners and the broad in ya car fucked up
What, ya under estimation thought a star wouldn't bust
I got the heart and the guts on this purp I blow
Move ten bricks daily tryin' to twerk five mo
Ya see the Cadillac swervin down Hollywood Road
On the flyest ?? in Cali fuckin Hollywood Ho's
On a pill and half with my partner Young Dro
Bumpin Goodie Mob Soul Food number fo
Other rappers' old dudes told dudes I'ma pro
With a loaded fo fo and a quarter brick of blow
(Hey) nigga don't you hit me less you buyin 6 or mo
My 24 blades glistenin and my 808 kickin
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The Fools We Are As Men Lyrics
Lord, Lord, can you hear me? Oh, I am in pain And I don't have a woman left to blame, anymore She left me this morning So why does the wind go howling her name? Are your angels just children laughing insane At the fools we are as men? Go count me in. Lord, Lord, can you hear me, oh, I am not well And I spend all my time here in this
Chorus]Lord, Lord, can you hear me? Oh, I am in pain And I don't have a woman left to blame, anymore She left me this morning So why does the wind go howling her name? Are your angels just children laughing insane At the fools we are as men? Go count me in. Lord, Lord, can you hear me, oh, I am not well And I spend all my time here in this
[Verse 3]
I wear the crown down under man somebody better tell 'em
'For I spit a hundred rounds and have everybody bailin
I got some bitches in a Benz and my partners in the Chevy
And now we ridin Giovanni's and Asani's on Pirellis
If ya ever think ya tryin to run up on me just forget it
The clip in the chopper long as ya leg and leave ya shredded
Pistol way in the truck got my knife on tuck
Ya think he ain't getn stuck you got life fucked up
A couple stiches in ya hip will have ya night fucked up
Will he live? Will he die? Guess he might luck up
Meanwhile I'm racin my Ferarri like a light for a buck
Against Lamborghini Gallardo everytime I get a car...
[Chorus]