Lyrics:
feeling the tip of my rapier
"I can't understand this guy's writing"
Bro same here!
I-R-T's like minecart fees, better buy your tees and find your keys
Like
you like to do...talkhowyalike
Ooh, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Just act a fool, it's okay if you drool,
'Cause
you like to do...talkhowyalike
Ooh, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Just act a fool, it's okay if you drool,
'Cause
the heat toted
And teflon tips keep the .44 loaded
Straight quoted in nine-trey, by the dime
Now we connected
He said, "Mack, when you westsidin`
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
with the gang, No not foe and them
I'ma step in the game, I'm tip toeing in
Know some niggas that's lead by the nose
Ain't got no money but designer
I’m sorry you got used to the person that I use to act like because I’m bruised up
Won’t go back to be to who I used to be
Bitch think that she gon
met Meech, J-bo or Illz
Luda charged me just to dip, was there when Chaka was swung on by Tip
I'm like oh shit we gon' tear up this bitch, pull out
felines
Yeah, you niggas is simple, what's a Bentley to a Nissan?
I don't fuck around by the store, but go head and get your lease sign
Yeah, go head,
on the high tip
High tower now I really got pop shh (wooh)
Aaah you think darkness is your ally
You merely adopted the dark
I was born in it
Molded by it
(Uh uh
Ladies and gentlemen.. Fre-fre-fre-fresh!
T.I.P., aye!
I know a lot of y'all niggaz out there,
Man who ain't up on this down south shit
What does she got
That I don't
She's got your head it's twisted
Her hands around your throat
I guess that you like it
When she acts cold
It's abuse
and the cotton grow
Way down south, crackin' bones slammin' dominos
Welcome to the ratchet black zydeco rodeo
Boss Hog, I'ma dog, I'ma billy goat
Down by
on you
(Won't flex on you)
And if I start to change and I do act brand new
(I act brand new)
Please don't flex on me and I won't flex
(Won't flex
picture, how I swerve up on your sister
Wit' a dance, tip dance that'll turn her to a stripper
Yo the burner by the zipper, burn 'em, turn 'em to a pisser
Taylors
Or kick it with ya cousins just to hear them talk about
"Fuck players"
Niggas don't know how to act now
They say one thing and then act foul
Eyes
[T.I.]
Our father, who art in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done
On earth, as it is in heaven
Give us this day, our
to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do
that verse line
That first line I heard like Q-Tip first time heard Phife
Ain't no false idols in my sight
And I talk light when I fight
Just be
who I are
Like, do they understand it?
The crafty never get undercut
By the upper handed
I eat so much on these beats
When this shit cut off
I’m like
ma Lo ni reason
Bi eni ti o gba police station ti o gba de prison
Leyii ki ti smoke weed ki ti ko lyrics
I don't really care if this bitches dey feel
Shit
Groove tip, on my kundalini
Move bitch
No Houdini
This Voodoo
With higher self, I’ll never lose
Like 5 percenters, I got jewels
Power of knowledge,
Uh, It's DJ-Z!
Yeah
Man I like my gold
And by now you should know
Fitted from the tip to my toes
Man I like that gold
And it ain't just for show
I
A threat
Better not play wit your life cuz you Only get one better treat this shit like A test
Niggas a act like they fuck wit you But I know they don't so
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