T.I. Lyrics
T.I. Lyrics
"I'm Straight Lyrics"
The Machine Fish Suite: How Does It Feel Lyrics
We learned to regret it And we're tryin' to forget it Everyday that we can. Denied all the credit Was it our fault 'cause we let it Slip away through our hands? How does it feel to be so strong? How does it feel? How does it feel to be alone? How does it feel? We were king of the planet And we took it all for granted Who deserves all the thanks? Like idiots trusted Feel asleep and woke up busted On the way to the bank.
We learned to regret it And we're tryin' to forget it Everyday that we can. Denied all the credit Was it our fault 'cause we let it Slip away through our hands? How does it feel to be so strong? How does it feel? How does it feel to be alone? How does it feel? We were king of the planet And we took it all for granted Who deserves all the thanks? Like idiots trusted Feel asleep and woke up busted On the way to the bank.
(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
Still Lyrics
I am the harm which you inflict. I am your brilliance and frustration. I'm the nuclear bombs if they're to hit. I am your immaturity and your indignance. I am your misfits and your praised. I am your doubt and your conviction. I am your charity and your rape. I am your grasping and expectation. I see you averting your glances. I see you cheering on the war. I see you ignoring your children, And I love you still. And I love you still. I am your joy and your regret. I am your fury and your elation. I am your yearning and your sweat. I am your faithless and your religion. I see you altering history. I see you abusing the land. I see you, your selective amnesia, And I love you still. And I love you still. Ha
ce and you pull a fall, and then tell 'em shaw' don't play wit 'emI am the harm which you inflict. I am your brilliance and frustration. I'm the nuclear bombs if they're to hit. I am your immaturity and your indignance. I am your misfits and your praised. I am your doubt and your conviction. I am your charity and your rape. I am your grasping and expectation. I see you averting your glances. I see you cheering on the war. I see you ignoring your children, And I love you still. And I love you still. I am your joy and your regret. I am your fury and your elation. I am your yearning and your sweat. I am your faithless and your religion. I see you altering history. I see you abusing the land. I see you, your selective amnesia, And I love you still. And I love you still. Ha
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
Under The Flag Of Mary Read Lyrics
[Aurienne (Mary):] I was born to face the wild winds, my face is angelic, my heart's made of stone, on wings of freedom through oceans I'll fly 'till I'll die [PRE CHORUS:] The Sphere: So they love as love in twain two natures in one, two is the number in this love was slain [CHORUS:] [Aurinne (Mary):] Look at the horizon and feel the wind, freedom's the fire that burns in my soul, hear the sea, touch my dream, it is what I would die for [Aurienne(Mary):] I raise my head, I close your eyes into the wind, under Recham's flag, I cross my dreams with my secret loveI fight, I kill like a warrior, until the end, before my farewell [#PRE CHORUS] [#CHORUS] [Aurienne (Mary):
eetz+ that you pray[Aurienne (Mary):] I was born to face the wild winds, my face is angelic, my heart's made of stone, on wings of freedom through oceans I'll fly 'till I'll die [PRE CHORUS:] The Sphere: So they love as love in twain two natures in one, two is the number in this love was slain [CHORUS:] [Aurinne (Mary):] Look at the horizon and feel the wind, freedom's the fire that burns in my soul, hear the sea, touch my dream, it is what I would die for [Aurienne(Mary):] I raise my head, I close your eyes into the wind, under Recham's flag, I cross my dreams with my secret loveI fight, I kill like a warrior, until the end, before my farewell [#PRE CHORUS] [#CHORUS] [Aurienne (Mary):
[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
Brainiac Lyrics
[From the Show 1/25/97 at El Rey in Los Angeles, California] [Starts out with part of another song, vocals by Martina] She's a circle til I stop it [They'll disown you] til I (rock it/rocket) You stared [at men again] Are you [a man] again Don't wait on me I'll tell you when Don't wait on me I'll tell you when [Vocals by Tricky] Here we go again x4 Here we go again, Tricky's gonna flow again Chicken pluckers, Whos fakin' pop in others Here we go again x4 Come on, let's do the maniac Maniac, [Bumpin'] like a brainiac Brainiac, I tell him I'm a [beef coat] Ran around Come on Come on, let's do the maniac Maniac, [Bumpin'] like a brainiac Brainiac, I tell him I'm a [beef though] Ran around, took m
that it's a whole bunch of kings down here[From the Show 1/25/97 at El Rey in Los Angeles, California] [Starts out with part of another song, vocals by Martina] She's a circle til I stop it [They'll disown you] til I (rock it/rocket) You stared [at men again] Are you [a man] again Don't wait on me I'll tell you when Don't wait on me I'll tell you when [Vocals by Tricky] Here we go again x4 Here we go again, Tricky's gonna flow again Chicken pluckers, Whos fakin' pop in others Here we go again x4 Come on, let's do the maniac Maniac, [Bumpin'] like a brainiac Brainiac, I tell him I'm a [beef coat] Ran around Come on Come on, let's do the maniac Maniac, [Bumpin'] like a brainiac Brainiac, I tell him I'm a [beef though] Ran around, took m
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!