T.I. LYRICS

“My Swag” -  T.I.
album: “T.I. vs T.I.P.” (2007)

Gotta get your swagger together nigga
Get ya suits right, starch on the inside, ya dig?
You don’t love yourself, you can’t love nobody
Keep up nigga
You gon need a travel agent to make these reservations

Ya man from Atlanta, way out in Cali
Catch me in New York, on my way to Miami
I be in Hawaii, catch me in Pari (Paris)
I be at home barely, I’ll sleep when I’m buried
What I need some sleep fa? this dough got me eager
I went to Japan, made a mil in a week bra’
I visit king people when they see me in London
…..that time I didn’t sleep fa
uh… a three day maybe, see me in Haiti
With Wyclef John and a selection of ladies
My folk got that workin, like back in the 80’s
See the money what move me, conversation don’t phase me
Tell em why…

Bridge:
Cause I been around the world
Traveled the seven seas
(I be) Poppin’ bottles with celebrities
(Find me) Flyin’ high, smokin’ better trees
Girls around the world
They keep calling me (they call me)
Paparazzi they be following me
(they all be) Hoping they can get a shot of me

Chrous:
It’s my swag
They wonder what’s so special about him?
Why I ain’t selling records like him
(Tell ‘em) it’s my swag
How he always looks so cool
When everyone do what he do?
(Tell ‘em) It’s gotta be my swag
They wonder why he gotta were his hat like that
When girls see him why they act like that, hey
It’s my swag
So what’s the real reason niggas love him
Even though they girlfriends wanna f**k him?

(I guess) It’s gotta be my swag

Out in the snow, wearing my raincoat
See I’m getting wet and this bitch in the same boat
Came in the game slow, they act like they ain’t know
I wasn’t gonna leave, til I got what I came for
I still can’t complain though, long as I aim bro
Came a long way, but shawty ain’t nothing change though
I still a in two though, don’t get it confused bro
Run up on me wrong, what you think I’m gon do bro
Send you to ya maker, and go to Jamaica
Either to Cabo, I chill in my condo
My swagger is perfect, you know it ain’t worth it
Guarantee ya boy the earth my turf if it hurts tell ‘em why…

Bridge and Chrous

..real estate, the realer it come
I’m chasing that paper, however it come
From singin’ a song to moving ya by the ton
You never seen a nigga getting paper so young
I been to the pin, all the way to Berlin
I’ve been to Switzerland skiing, pimp I’m goin again
Ain’t nothing to catch me in the south of France
Caught a show smoking dro in Amsterdam
Ain’t nothing to fly, all the way to Dubai
Same boy, St. Lucia we can try
G5 to Moscow, now say I’m a lie
I’ma ball like a dog til the day that I die
Tell ‘em why…

Bridge and Chorus

This is impeccable pimpin’
You couldn’t duplicate this shit if I told you how to
Y’all niggas keep up
By the time you get to Puerto Rico I’ll be in Cuba
By the time you get to Cuba I’ll be in Haiti
By the time you get to Haiti I’ll be way over in Africa man
You know what I’m sayin
South of France is my land, the earth is my tour

LIRIK THE ADAMS

“Waiting” - The Adams

Waiting..waiting for you tonight
I’m dreaming you are here with me tonight
Someday…I will be by your side
Together we climb mountain across the sea

Believe in me that you want it too
You never let somebody closed to you
Just promise me that you never let me down
Love me till the end of time

Waiting…waiting for you tonight
Every time I see you, wht you gonna do
I’m waiting…you gonna closed to me

T.I. LYRICS

“Layin’ Down Da Trap” -  T.I.
album: “T.I. vs T.I.P.” (2007)

(Excerpt from “Sting of The Serpent”)
And the prophecy read that
One day like the pheonix rose from the ashes
That a boy will be born unto a family in the slums
This boy will go on and use the knowledge that he gains
While fighting for survival in the streets
To become a crack leader
And in time that boy will grow to become King!!!!!!

[Verse 1]
Time to ride nigga (Just Blaze!!)
I welcome you and get acquainted with the youngest in charge
Respected from East to West like he was running the mob
Dictating, ain’t taking orders from no one but God
I know you niggaz is broke ’cause I know what you charge
Them niggaz wishing for a Phantom it’s one in my garage
It’s black as legary right next to the black Ferrari
You niggaz ain’t getting money off of rapping I’m sorry
F**k the rep went and spent 60 large on a Harley
‘Cause where he stay 10,012 feet not hardly
Now you see that we ain’t able to compete, now arewe?
And pardon me I’m giving you the Westside story
Of the A, where I stay and niggaz stay down for me
You want to play, have you gay niggaz lay down for me
And get a order for killers to spray rounds for me
Competition, you ain’t considered; you rapping, you bore me
You reppin the A horribly
Must I say more importantly

[Chorus: repeat 8X]
The king back!

[T.I.]
Ay, man y’all niggaz got me way too f**ked up, you understand that?
What you need to do is homeboy
You need to go back and grab I’m Serious you know
You need to get familiar with Dope Boys and see where
all these niggaz got they style
See where that trap shit came from
Then you need to graduate to mother f**king In Da Streets Vol.1-3
Then you need to go to Trap Muzik, I got locked up for a second
Then grab Urban Legend and now to bring you up to speed

[Verse 2]
Who knew you could fit on your wrist a whole pound of diamonds
I’m number one on the list while you clowns are climbing
Wishing to be in positions that you found that I’m in
Since you niggaz do what it say I’m world renowned than sign me
If Jay handled the clay and around the time
I delivered a bad day when 4 5’s were spiraling
I care the least about police and the fireman siren
Ambulance ain’t gon stand a chance in reviving
DOA amend the beef will cease upon my arriving
Paramedics yell clear and your flat line silent
You ain’t ready for out here ’cause the lifestyle violent
You think you is, you must be living on Fantasy Island
Your mammies mad, get your ass wiped out like Thailand
Hit my phone and got what left and hit the three while you following
You say you want to release and go to war with the finest
Need you be reminded, want it with Your Highness?

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
Ay man I know y’all niggaz still in the trap everyday
Still man I know y’all don’t see nothing but the projects nothing but grits
But listen
Make no mother f**king mistake man
I still wiil shoot up my mother f**king self, AK and
45 nigga on side nigga
And come see ’bout niggaz you understand
But I don’t want to do that ’cause I respect that shit y’all doing
I started that shit
I made that shit cool
I made these niggaz want to be you nigga
Nigga respect this shit!!!!

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T.I. LYRICS

“Hurt” -  T.I.
album: “T.I. vs T.I.P.” (2007)

Ba ba ba baa ba ba baa
You pussy nigga finna make me kill one of y’all
Ain’t a damn thang change
I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt
Better tell them I ain’t playin
Because it’s all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt

Ain’t a damn thang change
I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt
When I pull away hang and bang
Cause it all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt

You finna get hurt, murked, put ‘em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
You finna get hurt, murked, put ‘em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
You finna get hurt, murked, put ‘em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
You finna get hurt, murked, put ‘em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
(I hope you ready)

A lot of pussy nigga talk like brawler runnin’ they mouth
That is ’til I run in they house
Put the gun in they mouth
Tell a nigga talk shit now
They think you know they gun go BLA
I ain’t scared of the law, naw
I’m ’bout to go to war
What it is nigga win, lose, or draw
I never get caught murkin ya’ll
Cause it ain’t whatcha do (whatcha do?)
The question is who saw (saw)
When I’m way to raw (raw)
Catch me any day you want
You can think I’m a player if you want
But the facts that remain
If I got an AK and you don’t (you don’t)
Well then playa you gone (bye)
Don’t get me wrong
Pussy nigga wanna kill me too (but where they at?)
But they jus’ ain’t ’bout shit
Cause its very well known where I’m at
They can catch me in the booth right now
If it really like that
Naw, nigga let they hoe get ‘em in the whole shit
The fo fo’s spit they holla “Oh shit”
Protect the ho and you both hit
You betta check ya gun cause you be so sick
If the chopper leave you with no dick
A plastic bag holdin’ yo’ shit
Least 6 in you, couple more in the bitch
And I don’t miss cause I’m focused

Ain’t a damn thang change
I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt
Better tell them I ain’t playin
Because it’s all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt

Ain’t a damn thang change
I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt
When I pull away hang and bang
Cause it all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt

You finna get hurt, murked, put ‘em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
You finna get hurt, murked, put ‘em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
You finna get hurt, murked, put ‘em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
You finna get hurt, murked, put ‘em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first

F**k niggas might talk loud, act real
But they don’t really want this here
Pussy niggas better act right, lay low
We know where yo’ family live
Trust me you don’t want me up in yo’ crib
Wit’ a ski mask on duct taping your kids
You can pray all you want
But I don’t forgive
You should have been doin’ nothing
But ya did what ya did
I ain’t gotta spell it out, pimp, you know what it is
The rest gangsta on the real man you know what it is
Plus I got a hundred goons wit’ me
Dressed in black
Fifty at the front door, fifty at the back
Half got ‘Ks, half got macs
Bring ‘em out, bring ‘em out
Show me where they at

We can do ‘em right here
We can catch ‘em in a trap
Run up on this nigga put a hole in his hat
Put his brains on the dash and his thoughts in his lap
Dump fifty more in him and tell him to hold that
Lights out, no hasta manana, hasta la vista, sara nara, y tu
No tomorrow, no remorse, and no sorrow
And the next one of y’all niggas try me like that
I swear to god, man
I’m really gonna snap

Ain’t a damn thang change
I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt
Better tell them I ain’t playin
Because its all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt

Ain’t a damn thang change
I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt
When I pull away hang and bang
Cause it all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt

You finna get hurt, murked, put ‘em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
You finna get hurt, murked, put ‘em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
You finna get hurt, murked, put ‘em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
You finna get hurt, murked, put ‘em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first

Right now I’mma give ya somethin’ and make a nigga beg please
When a bullet whiz by
Probably feel a little breeze
Drop to yo knees
I can see the big barrel of the chrome flip
Double grip handle for the squeeze
I keep a couple of those for the niggas who talk shit
When I go to Jacob and I cop that brain
If he tried to see me
I’mma cop that thang
and I’mma pop that thang
And the shots gonna sting
The nigga ’bout to set the trunk wit me
For the most part the nigga stuck with me
I’d tell you something if you really was smart
And you knew better
People probably tell ya
Don’t f**k with me
Front if you want mutha f**ka
You can catch it
Smile on my face
Even if I got the rachet
Aah Pop off police pull me over
Believe I got a compartment
And I gotta stash it
Must I just remind ya niggas
When I come through
Know that I am a find ya’ll niggas
Take two, break through
Bust so many shots
Gun powder probably blind ya’ll niggas now
Ok, lets go see you don’t really want to feel a _____ blow,
Clap up a nigga then I cap up a nigga
When I finish this shit we’ll turn it into an absurd show
Look, Listen, then you better observe yo,
The sizzle from the bullet that the glock burst slow (sss)
Shoulda probably tweaked you up just a little
And had your body leanin, lookin’ like a quarter past four
Stay down better, (stay down) checkin for a nigga who can put yo body in the dirt (ooo)
I don’t play bitch
If you really need to go the other way
You know I got it under my shirt.

Ain’t a damn thang change
I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt
Better tell them I ain’t playin
Because its all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt

Ain’t a damn thang change
I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt
When I pull away hang and bang
Cause it all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt

You finna get hurt, murked, put ‘em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
You finna get hurt, murked, put ‘em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
You finna get hurt, murked, put ‘em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first
You finna get hurt, murked, put ‘em in the dirt
Boy you betta catch me first

T.I. LYRICS

“Help Is Coming” -  T.I.
album: “T.I. vs T.I.P.” (2007)

Help on the way
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
Help on the way
Help on the way
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
Help on the way
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop

They say the game f**ked up and the records ain’t sellin
It was bad in 06′ gettin worse in 07′
Market over saturated with all the bootleggin
When it seems better shawty ain’t no tellin’
Well, call Lyor, give him this message
Then hit K’ys tell hiim, tell Kevin,
Craig, Julie Greenwald, all of them present
The fifty mill you gave me, was a sound investment
This time around we gon sell 5, no less than 4 on a slow day, call vegas and bet
By the way, if you a winner, I’m the one you should be with Hit J,Tell them niggas to bet against
Grand Hustle homie, I’m a make you respect this
They say “the market share down”, so… I ain’t affected
Tell the label relax, ain’t no need to stress shit
Just cut the check and I’ll handle the rest…shhiit

They say the game in trouble
Help on the way
Don’t worry bout nothin
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
I got this shit
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
Don’t worry bout nothin
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
I got this shit
Help on the way
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
It ain’t gon Stop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
It ain’t gon stop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop

You hear my name so hot, I got the game on lock
You niggas keep floppin, But i remain on top
Still the same ol’ me, With the same ol’ glock
From the first cd, With the Kangol top
I was hollerin dopeboy when I first came out
It seems like everyone in the dope game now man
I told these niggas that it ain’t gon stop
All the hatin’ gon’ stop or this thang gon’ blah
Most of these niggas ,ain’t slang ,no blocks
Got a lil’ somethin’, but it ain’t so hot
Try to sell a record when my shit drop
Get the cover of the magazine when my shit out nope
I think not just why, if you ever eye with a nigga this fly
You better watch your mouth, you ain’t that high

KING OF THE SOUTH, you ain’t that guy

They say the game in trouble
Help on the way
Don’t worry bout nothin
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
I got this shit
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
Don’t worry bout nothin
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
I got this shit
Help on the way
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
It ain’t gon Stop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
It ain’t gon stop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop

To the fans and the critics, think hip hop is missing
This is a lil’ proof that hip hop livin’
You can hear a hip hop top now, just listen
Now see a hip hop walk out with 6 bitches
In the ATL, see hip hop chillin’
In a multimillion dollar crib hip hop building
You know how many cars hip hops driven?
Nigga I’m everything hip hop’s missing
Nigga you is everything hip hop isn’t
My heart and my soul, where hip hop live at
To anyone whos ever said hip hops finished
It can’t be dead while I’m still livin in it
I’m livin (and well, might I add that)

They say the game in trouble
Help on the way
Don’t worry bout nothin
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
I got this shit
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
Don’t worry bout nothin
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
I got this shit
Help on the way
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
It ain’t gon Stop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
Standin on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
It ain’t gon stop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop