In the middle of a gun fight... In the center of a restaurant... They say, "Come with your arms raised high!" Well, they′re never gonna get me, Like a bullet through a flock of doves... To wage this war against your faith in me, Your life...will never be the same. On your mother′s eyes, say a prayer... Say a prayer!
[Chorus] Now, but I can′t And I don′t know How we′re just two men As God had made us, Well, I can′t...well, I can! Too much, too late, Or just not enough of this Pain in my heart for your dying wish, I′ll kiss your lips again.
They all cheat at cards And the checkers are lost, My cellmate′s a killer, They made me do push-ups (in drag) But nobody cares if you′re losing yourself... Am I losing myself?! Well, I miss my mom, Will they give me the chair, Or lethal injection, Or swing from a rope if you dare; Ah, nobody knows...all the trouble I′ve seen!
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To your room... What they ask of you Will make you want to say, "So long..." Well, I don′t remember, Why remember...YOU?!
Do you have the keys to the hotel?! ′Cause I′m gonna string this motherfucker on fire! (FIRE!!)
Life is but a dream for the dead, And well I, I won′t go down by myself, But I′ll go down with my friends. Now now now now... (I can′t explain) Now now now... (I can′t complain) Now now, yeah!
(Talking) Yeah..Yeah..Ya′ll already know what it is, pimp T.I.P., king of the motherfuckin south BGizzzy, lets do it homie Grand Hustle, pimp, Chopper City in here Got my nigga Blok, in this bitch Eastside represent....Westside Bankhead nigga, it is on, what A-town nigga, you know what it is, on through Mechanicville Snow Hill nigga, Pittsburgh, all my real niggas ride out with me Ya′ll know what′s happening, PSC nigga...
[T.I] I can give you what you want (want), T.I.P. the hottest (hottest) Game withcha ya need, I can tell ya all about it You can come up in the streets, but it ain′t no gettin out it When I tell ya I′m a "G", pimp, I′m really being modest I can tell ya bout the dope boyz, hoes, and the ballers The pimps and the macks, real niggas wouldn′t call us Hanging in the traps, cause that′s what our daddy taught us From 30′s on the ′lac, to a benz on broddas Standin′ on the corners, slingin crack and stacking dollars Til it′s time to cop a brick, and I′m tired of moving quarters My daddy won′t a doctor and my momma won′t a lawyer I ain′t never had shit, congradulations is in order Tryin to get a mill for my sons and my daughters If I caught a bad bitch with connections down in Florida Said her daddy and her uncle, still gettin cross the water I′m richer now, I′d be a motherfuckin fool, if I don′t call her
(chorus) What it is my nigga, what it do (what it do) I got a brick or two, I′m finna to buss a move (buss a move) What it is my nigga, what it do (what it do) I got a tool and I′m finna cut the fool What it do, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do My nigga, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do What it do, what it do my nigga, what it do
[BG] I′m a H-U-S-T-L-E-R If I don′t know you, then fuck ya, If I know ya, I front ya (Propper) But ya gotta break me off, you don′t, I catch ya slippin on the block And knock you off I know people, I get nice deals Get′em five dollars, sell′em ten dollars a pill I know people, get ki′s for thirteen If I fuck with ya, then get′em for sixteen I know people, get′em three hundred a pound Give′em to ya for five hundred if you my round I′m a hustler, holla at me uptowm I′m well connected with weed, white, tan and brown Come see a nigga, want a nice sixteen You real, we swap work, you fake, it′s twenty g′s It′s like that, I dun been through the struggle I′m running Chopper City, and fucking with Grand Hustle
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[T.I] I got the..eye of a tiger, and the heart of a bear I′m the king of the jungle you can follow me there Now you can...hear it from these niggas, who hardly was there Or take it from niggas, who fought, and make it a scar to get here Several years ago, I told myself that I solemnly swear Forever be hard to kill, even harder to scare One reason why me and the other cats is hard to compare Cause I′m fact, that′s fiction, it hardly compares Being hated, part of the game,yes it′s hard but it′s fair Well I′ma be the best hating nigga, see if I care But just know, I′m raising the bar and I′m keeping it there And I′ma still ride clean, throwing weed in the air With two or three bad bitches, got they feet in the air Say they like when I smack on they ass, and skeet in they hair Listen...I don′t care if you got the song of the year Ya whole show shut down, if the "Don" appears