T.I. Lyrics
T.I. Lyrics
"You Don't Know Me Lyrics"
Twilight Of The Gods Lyrics
Stack stout logs for me in pile By the shore of the Rhine High and bright let a fire blaze For the noble hero With his sword he shall burn The horse by his side So cast your eyes on my pain and grief Behold your eternal guilt Twilight of the gods Twilight of the gods Feel my hatred, mighty gods My screams break the silent air I 'll
Stack stout logs for me in pile By the shore of the Rhine High and bright let a fire blaze For the noble hero With his sword he shall burn The horse by his side So cast your eyes on my pain and grief Behold your eternal guilt Twilight of the gods Twilight of the gods Feel my hatred, mighty gods My screams break the silent air I 'll
Ima tell y'all sucka ass niggas somethin'
First of all nigga
Look here dogg
{CHORUS}
You might've seen me in the streets,
but nigga you dont know me
When you holla when you speak,
remember you dont know me
Save all that hatin and tha poppin
Nigga you don’t know me
Quit tellin Niggaz youz my partner nigga
you don't know me
Don't be a groupie keep it movin,
nigga you dont know me
Hey I aint trippin cuz the truth is really,
you dont know me
Yeah you know they call me T.I.
but you dont know me
You be hatin an i see why
cause you dont know me
(verse)
I think its time I made a song for niggas who dont know me
I graduated out the streets, Im a real O.G.
I been trappin shootin pis
Punk Rocks Lyrics
I want my french-fries, I need my french-fries I want my french-fries, I need my french-fries I want my french-fries, my french-fries, my french-fries I want my french-fries, french-fries I want my ketchup, I need my ketchup I want my french-fries with the ketchup, and salt and salt and ketchup I want my french-fries, french-fries
tols since I stood 4 feetI want my french-fries, I need my french-fries I want my french-fries, I need my french-fries I want my french-fries, my french-fries, my french-fries I want my french-fries, french-fries I want my ketchup, I need my ketchup I want my french-fries with the ketchup, and salt and salt and ketchup I want my french-fries, french-fries
So all you niggas actin bad you gone have to show me
You gon' make me bring the Chevy to a real slow creep
My niggas hangin out the window mouth full of gold teeth
When the guns start poppin wonder when its gone cease
Chopper hit you in the side an create a slow leak
We been in the speculation but today we gone see
Whats the future of a pussy nigga hatin on me
I give a fuck about the fed's investigation on me
I don't care that they at my shows and they waitin on me
Ima keep on flossin poppin long as Toomp is on the beat
Tell polices i aint stoppin Im a keep it in the streets
Contrary to your beliefs I'm as real as you can be
Fuck ya thoughts and ya feelings nigga you dont know me
Chorus 1x
In agony we are now twisted unblessed We must strive, repulsed by the false Harmony, blinded by truth That eyes can't hope to see Foolish man must die For the sins that he creates Forgive Lord - we must be weak Remove the weight of sin, release harmony Resist the throes of his embrace Ignorant laws thrust in our face
Hey once again let me remind you nigga you don't know me
So dont be walkin up and asking whats the deal on a key
I dont know if you wearing wires you could be the police
If I was slangin blow you couldn't get a O.Z.
See me and the PSC fallin through at a show deep
Police holdin up the door cause they know we tote heat
I jus wanna ride wit C, blowin dro in the fleet
Or wit clan by the dozen different bitches in a week
I jus wanna chill wit Kuntry an his daddy Freddie G
Ballin out at anytime at any store and spend a G
I wanna ball in the Bahamas courtesy of K.T.
MacBoney gotta mill well as Dolla D.P.
A.K. house on the hill right next to J.G.
Every week meet at a falant restaurant and eat free
Get Inda paid, Lil Gre
Feel Your Love Lyrics
Baby, I've got this thing for you I'm thinkin' there's somethin' goin' on now A wicked imagination A serious kind of somethin' new It's drivin' me right out of my mind now It's gotta be desperation Can't feel no pain when I'm thinking about you Dreamin' isn't black and white Can't make no gain 'til my vision c-comes true Give it to me like I'd l
g and B.Baby, I've got this thing for you I'm thinkin' there's somethin' goin' on now A wicked imagination A serious kind of somethin' new It's drivin' me right out of my mind now It's gotta be desperation Can't feel no pain when I'm thinking about you Dreamin' isn't black and white Can't make no gain 'til my vision c-comes true Give it to me like I'd l
Thats the only shot we got at gettin Cap back on the streets
{chorus}
(hook)
you see a nigga hating on a G
ask him what it's gonna be
What you lookin at pussy nigga you don't know me
At the club and the streets- or wherever we should meet
Its choppers chopping, pistols popping,
Nigga you don’t know me
you see a nigga hating on a G
ask him what it's gon be
What you lookin at pussy nigga you don't no me
At the club and the streets- or wherever we should meet
Its choppers chopping, pistol popping,
Nigga you don’t know me
{chorus}
grand hustle pimp
urban legend comin soon
the wait is over homie
psc pimpin
yo
you dont know me yall