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It's starting over again (Over again)
We're stuck in your bedroom
(Bedroom)
Gotta lay down my head soon
But I don't want it to end
Intrusive thoughts

Tell 'Em I Said That

T.I.P.

T.I. vs T.I.P. [Clean]

2007

n****s scared
Gotta problem wit me n**** just say it
We can play it how you want to play it
Better go ahead
40 pistols will be aimed at yo head
All

Bia' Bia'

Too Short

Put Yo Hood Up

2001

No sleep, I'm lookin' forty
With three bricks in a 740
Bitch, I ain't got time to party
I'm breakin' bread with Dominican niggas
Over a hot

wax
Forty-inch, white toes, and these lashes
Stop the cap
I'm the best you ever had bitch
If you not giving no head
Then we not getting in bed
Yeah
If

catching up to get ahead of my rhymes
But all my bars over heads like I dead lift
I’m spiritually a century
Money don’t make sense to me
If you ain’t pay ya

Under that pressure I can’t fold
I just stick to the code and watch my story unfold
A lot of niggas envy me
That’s why I stick to myself and get rich by

in a big bowl of ice look like cereal
Iced my whole shit, nigga thats without a deal,
All I hang around is hot heads
They ain't trying to chill
Unk got

Got burnt by the bedroom stove
Whoaaa

Liquor fill my liver tradition
Pour for my nigga
You might not feel his presence Impressive still pour up witcha

bands make 'em sweat
40 acres and a mule on my neck
Better to talk to me with some respect
Heard they ain't make it, I couldn't have guessed
I'll cut

you tryin' to be my homie
Sippin' drink, bitch, you sippin' red 40
Kickin' shit by my lonely
I make her dance, hit the griddy
I spent some bands on my

of heaven
In a peace that lasts forever
Sinking deep in mercy's sea

I'm wide awake
Drawing close stirred by grace
And all my heart is Yours
All fear removed

fuck was given
And now the Room is spinning
From the drink that I’ve been sipping
Got a metal to my head that’s the 40 that I’m gripping
Man It finally

all over my rivals
Both hands on that Bible, bitch I'm next in line for that title
When nigga had nothing to do, I was idle
I was in the studio with

Up to you I don't care
I won spring outa' my chair

Here I am I see you called
I will never let you fall
The serpents head Mary our mother will crush

Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad

Redman

The Coming

1996

bartenders mix liquor
I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggers
Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters
raw

She take my money when I'm in need
Yeah, she's a triflin' friend indeed
Oh, she's a gold digger way over town
That digs on me (uh)

Now I ain't

feeling me
Hearing me
Really killing me
How I'm sending shots to the head
Just like Kennedy
Slip-slip that 40
Bitch nigga you not my homie
All you hoes

with ya' head still attached to it"

"I battle you the respect, I'll battle you over a blank check
I'll battle you with a gun to my neck"

F*ck Da City Up

T.I.

Fuck Da City Up

2012

up
Fuck the city up
Fuck the city up one time

Fresh out the bed getting head in a Range Rove
All about that bread, rubberbands on my bankroll

vanity
Save me from depravity

These problems have already been thrown out from under my bed
When will they just leave my head

I'm losing my friends, I'm

Remember my name
It's the end of your days
Who want war with the set
Live with the blade
Let you die by the blade
Who wants blood on his face
Flowing with

Then she come through for a lil', just to bless
me with that neck

To all my dudes slingin' on the block, flippin' cane, it won't stop
Hold your head

pick my head up, my head up
Finding ways to get my bread up, my bread up
I'm just tryna live a good life, a good life
And all I want is just to make it

So Round, So Firm, So Fully Packed

Ricky Skaggs

Waitin' for the Sun to Shine

1981

So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's my gal
So complete front to back, that's my pal
Toasted by the sun and I'm a son of a gun
If she don't