T.I. Lyrics
T.I. Lyrics
"Bring Em Out Lyrics"
True Drew Lyrics
Well I think that it must be something like my destiny And with these eyes its so easy to see That girl from E.T. She's the only one for me Listen to me sing your name D-R-E-W, I want to fuck you Hope you don't think my song is lame I want to fuck you, D-R-E-W Please be my one and only true Drew That guy from that band Hole What's he got that I ain't
Well I think that it must be something like my destiny And with these eyes its so easy to see That girl from E.T. She's the only one for me Listen to me sing your name D-R-E-W, I want to fuck you Hope you don't think my song is lame I want to fuck you, D-R-E-W Please be my one and only true Drew That guy from that band Hole What's he got that I ain't
[Intro: Jay Z snippet]
(Bring 'em out, Its hard to yell when the barrels in ya mouth) Swizzie!
(Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye!
(Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) T.I.
(Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye!
[Verse 1]
TIP comin live from the VIP, heard the night life lost life when I leave
Both the Feds and the State wanna see my need
The whole city got bizzerk he got treat
Anotha nigga got a hit but shawty he not me
Who set the city on fire as soon as he got freed
Da king back now hoes don't even know how to act now
Hit the club stippers gettin naked 'fore I sat down
Still ballin money stack taller than Shaq now
Still push a button to let the roof on the 'Lac down
I'm on the road doin shows puttin my mack down
Mississ
Amplifier Lyrics
I can't control my anger It burns me up inside I won't ask your opinion You can't make up your mind You ask so many questions You tell so many lies You let the system change you You let them rape your mind Get back You'll get what you ask for No fucking lies You know I can't be your savoir won’t even try You th
ippi to Philly Albuquerque to Chatt TownI can't control my anger It burns me up inside I won't ask your opinion You can't make up your mind You ask so many questions You tell so many lies You let the system change you You let them rape your mind Get back You'll get what you ask for No fucking lies You know I can't be your savoir won’t even try You th
[Hook]
I got the crowd yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye, all my hotgirls yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye, all the Dope Boyz yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye, from the back they yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
[Verse 2]
Once again what other rap nigga hooder than this
I got rich and I'm still on some hoolagin shit
You be rappin bout blow I was movin the shit
You talkin bout shootin out and I was doin the shit
If I hit you in the face you gon be suin and shit
And if I catch anotha case I know I'm true to be missed
So I'ma keep it cool head stay out of the news
Headlines and shows other rappers its bedtime (bedtime)
It's clear to see that I'm ahea
Count On Me Lyrics
I know that life ain't always good to you. I've seen exactly what it’s put you through Thrown you around and turned you upside down and so you You got to thinking there was no way out You started sinking and it pulled you down It may be tough you've got to get back up Because you know that life ain't over yet I'm here for you so don't forget You can count
d of my timeI know that life ain't always good to you. I've seen exactly what it’s put you through Thrown you around and turned you upside down and so you You got to thinking there was no way out You started sinking and it pulled you down It may be tough you've got to get back up Because you know that life ain't over yet I'm here for you so don't forget You can count
I copped a chromed out hard top Carrerra to shine
I got some time, it ain't shit cause I get better wit time
Who got a flow and a live show better than mine
[Hook]
I got a packed house yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye, all my hotgirls yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye, all the Dope Boyz yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye, from the back they yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
[Verse 3]
Mic check 1-2 1-2, you wanna beef wit the king what is you gon do
Will you show up on the scene wit 2 guns drew
Or you and ya friend and play a little two on two
If you knew half of what I knew then you'll be hittin the deck
Got a tool and a vest I can get some respect
I'ma make it hard for a sucka
Step Back Lyrics
Hey yo! This is Dee Bullit from Da P-Pack Posse Yo, Some motherfuckers tryin' to sweat my homies from the H-Blockx But we ain't going out like that, yo, ya listen up real good H-Blockx rollin with Da P-Pack Once again - c'mon - here it is gee, I'm gonna get things straight you better hear me, All ya slingers and fiends of ours lookin for trouble
nigga to flexHey yo! This is Dee Bullit from Da P-Pack Posse Yo, Some motherfuckers tryin' to sweat my homies from the H-Blockx But we ain't going out like that, yo, ya listen up real good H-Blockx rollin with Da P-Pack Once again - c'mon - here it is gee, I'm gonna get things straight you better hear me, All ya slingers and fiends of ours lookin for trouble
Sho 'em this ain't the squad for a nigga to test
Pimp my nutz too large and we way too fresh
Work well wit Nines AK's and Techs
And quick to check a lame like a game of chess
You want beef you can bring ya best and we'll be standin..
[Hook - 2X]
In ya front yard yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye all my hot girls yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye, all the Dope Boyz yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye, from the back they yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
[Break - 2X]
Hands... In Da... Air... Now!
Hands... In Da... Air... Now!
Hands hands in the in the air air now!
Hands... In Da... Air... Now!
[Bring 'em out, bring 'em out + ad libs to the end of the track]