I tried to stick myself through try to get to the other side I had to patch up the cracks and the holes that i had to hide For a little bit of time even made it work (ok) Just long enough to really make it hurt When you figured me out and it all just rotted away
[Chorus] Don′t you fucking know what you are? [x3] Com′on get back to where you belong!
You better take a good look ′cause I′m full of shit With every bit of my heart I′ve tried to believe it You can dress it up, you can try to pretend But you can′t change anything in the end
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Remember where you came from, remember what you are
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!
Yeah I know that I said I′m feeling I′m feeling it I′m feeling it yeah I know that you like the way that I put it down on you you know what yeah
We were meant to be together for eternity but now you′re gone it′s plain to see I was living just a fantasy so many things I′d like to do If ever I found a love that′s true finding it hard to push on through since I′ve been away from you
when I first met you waiting standing up by the bus stop I knew you were something special weak in my knees I wanted to drop yeah e yeah so we checked each other what we had going on was so hot yeah I never thought you′d leave me no but you know what
we were meant to be together for eternity but now you′re gone it′s plain to see I was living just a fantasy so many things ever I found a love that′s true finding it hard to push on through since I′ve been away from you
Now I can′t seem to get over you appearing in everything that I do it was only last week friday when I saw you out with your girlfriends walking round my way (wanted to stop) yeah e yeah i feel when all′s said and done from this love I′ve had I′ve learnt a lot yeah I never thought you′d leave me no but you know what
we were meant to be together for eternity but now you′re gone it′s plain to see I was living just a fantasy so many thing I′d like to do If I ever I found a love that′s true finding it hard to push on through since I′ve been away from you
the flow that we had was so hot girl you took me higher to the top we kept it rolling wouldn′t stop said you′d never leave me but you know what we were meant to be together for eternity but now you′re gone it′s plain to see I was living just a fantasy so many things ever I found a love that′s true finding it hard to push on through since I′ve been away from you
you don′t know what i′ve been going through but I know that you don′t know what I said i′m feeling it i′m feeling it I′m feeling it yeah [Repeat 2x]
[Intro: Wyclef Jean (T.I.)] Ay boy, don′t spill my drink boy, ba-lip! Now listen (Grand Hustle homie) Everybody report to the bloodclaat dance floor (ay, ay, ay, ay) Wyclef, "All Hands on Deck" - you love the beat? (Boy you know what it is, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay) Yo Tip, talk to me bloodclaat
[Chorus: T.I.] I′m a real nigga homie, throw six figures on me Got a pistol you don′t want it, boy you what what it is Ay, I′m way flyer, my pay′s way higher If they ever mention sire boy you know what it is I got that drama, you don′t want no problems Dial up that llama, boy you know what it is Ay, I get money, all I count is big money Dick is all she get from me, boy you know what is Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay - boy you know what it is nigga
[Wyclef] Yo T.I.P., let them likkle rap boys know how you livin
[Verse One: T.I.] The wait is over, here we go again, I′m back into play Gon′ sell another couple mil′ and take it back to the A Gon′ take that other couple mil′ and put it back in the safe Five cash for the crib on the back of the lake I′m up in Crucial two-steppin with the gat in the waist T.I. ain′t in the street no mo′, fo′-fo′, is that what they say? Don′t even try him when you see him boy you have to be great Cause this pistol hit you in your face, your teeth they′ll have to replace That′s if you lucky nigga trust me, it don′t hurt me to take 100 thousand to them Haitians you′ll be murdered today, nigga
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[Wyclef] Yo T.I.P. some boys wan′ playa hate Let them know who the King of the South is, talk to them!
[Verse Two: T.I.] Well they sweatin when they see me, I′m apparently hot Had the album of the year nigga, Grammy or not Remember, all day I used to stay in the spot With two revolvers in my pocket, pitch a hand of that rock And now, chart toppin, ain′t a car I ain′t got I′m the number one customer at my own car lot You wanna know how much I′m makin, just imagine a lot You know I′m probably gettin more that you′d imagined I got Listen close, I need to know if you understand me or not Because you disrespectin me, you and your man′ll be shot
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[Wyclef] Why y′all take shot, cause I′m movin? We′ll pop you in your chest boy
[Verse Three: T.I.] Well from the King of the South to the King of the States Ridin in a car you probably never seen in the states No idea how much yay I can bring in the states Hey you can get a hundred on ′em for a million today Frank Lucas ain′t the only one who made a million a day But it′s a American gangsta right here in your face And you don′t wanna see P$C on the scene with a K You think you runnin up and robbin, that ain′t even the case And just because you get away, that don′t mean it′s okay You a dead man walkin and I mean it, okay? Hey
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[Outro: Wyclef Jean (T.I.)] Some of them boys wan′ talk ′bout they have done They guns sound like popcorn, ya When the King of the South (boy you know what it is) Get with the King of Haiti, big up Jamaica Expect this (boy you know what it is) Bloodclaat gorillas a-come out (hahhh, ay, boy you know what it is) And when that fire don′t pop, come and gone We have big LONG machine guns then And when we pull them back (choppers′ll hang you) BLAP, BLAP, BLAP, BLAP! Bap-bap-bap-bap-bap! You like the beat? (hahhh, they better) We can sell you one y′know (well bop ya head then, okay) Yo big up to Haiti! (hey!) I′m the king, all the way to the ATL (Bankhead, okay) Yo big up the whole South, East West North (Grand Hustle homie) Yo London! Japan (HEY) yeah (P$C) Yo Tip, respect (hahhh, yeah)