T.I. Lyrics
T.I. Lyrics
"I'm Serious (Remix) Lyrics"
Apple of Sodom Lyrics
I've found the center of fruit as late is the center of truth today. Cut the apple in two. Oh, I pray it isn't true. I've found the center of fruit as late is the center of truth today. Cut the apple in two. Oh, I pray it isn't true. I've got something you can never eat. I've got something you can never eat. I've got something you can never eat. I've got something you can never eat. I've drained my heart, I've burned my soul. I've trained the co
I've found the center of fruit as late is the center of truth today. Cut the apple in two. Oh, I pray it isn't true. I've found the center of fruit as late is the center of truth today. Cut the apple in two. Oh, I pray it isn't true. I've got something you can never eat. I've got something you can never eat. I've got something you can never eat. I've got something you can never eat. I've drained my heart, I've burned my soul. I've trained the co
(feat. Youngbloodz, Pastor Troy)
[talking]
This some of that Ghet-O-Vision shit man
FUCK these niggaz, WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!
(C'mon, c'mon, c'mon) yeah
(C'mon, c'mon, c'mon) yeah, uhh
Serious mayne... (yeah)
This shit gets serious mayne... (I'm tellin ya shawty)
Serious mayne... (ah ah, ya ya yea)
This shit gets serious mayne... (ah ah, ya ya yea)
Serious mayne (ah c'mon, ah ya ya yea)
This shit gets serious mayne (aight, let's do it shawty tell 'em)
[Hook - 2X]
ATTENTION!!! - Let's get serious mayne!
ATTENTION!!! - Let's get serious mayne!
ATTENTION!!! - Let's get serious mayne!
ATTENTION!!! - Ah wha-wha ah what WHAAAT!
[T.I.]
I'm goin in with funny niggas in the A
The killas with the case, and now the niggas with the yea'
All my niggas, where ya stay?
Westside to Decatur, ah hey-ya, fuck ya wooden eight
I lay you down if I got a thirty-shot in my Impala
I'm a 3rd bred Bankhead, Roll Park scholar
From a house with
No Thugs In Our House (A musical in three acts by XTC) Lyrics
Cast of characters GRAHAM, a teenager MOTHER, a busy housewife FATHER, a conservative husband POLICEMAN, a young constable SCENE: A kitchen in suburbia, one bright Saturday morning ACT ONE Narrator: The insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies on the line. Her husband burns his paper, sucks his pipe while studying their cushion-floor, his viscous poly-paste breath comes out. Their wall-paper world is shattered by his shout. A boy in blu
no father, school - why bother?Cast of characters GRAHAM, a teenager MOTHER, a busy housewife FATHER, a conservative husband POLICEMAN, a young constable SCENE: A kitchen in suburbia, one bright Saturday morning ACT ONE Narrator: The insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies on the line. Her husband burns his paper, sucks his pipe while studying their cushion-floor, his viscous poly-paste breath comes out. Their wall-paper world is shattered by his shout. A boy in blu
That's why I call myself the King of the South
Well nigga, ah you don't want what I'm break out the house
Ah so I, strongly suggest you keep my name out ya mouth
Before I, be in ya house tapin ya spouse to the couch
And put a, hole in her blouse, I don't play young nigga
Remember me from back in the day young nigga
One more thing, fuck what you done heard 'bout Atlanta
We finna break the standards, rubber bands instead of platinum
I'm a hustler, not a rapper
We gangstas, y'all some actors
We finna turn this chapter, your spot is what I'm after
I'm serious!!
[Hook - 2X]
[J-Bo]
See I got the answers to all ya quest-ions (come on)
From A-B to C, best learn your less-ons (-ons...)
Cuz I'm so damn serious, it'll leave yo' ass stunned
In the back and we packin on all who flex-un
Like Redrum, it's bloody and ugly, who want some?
Now put your middle fingers up until it's all done (it's all done)
Cuz we ain't taki
Mountaineer Is Always Free Lyrics
I'm one of the few, proud to be standing I walked up the pier from the coffin ships landing My clothes were just rags, no use in this weather But my back was strong, my hands tough as leathe I climbed up these hills till I came to the spot where I stand I cleared these fields and I pulled up the stumps with my hands No more a wanderer, no more a refugee A mountaineer is always free Took a Cherokee bride, she gave me five babies I sang at the wakes, I cried at the wed
n much of nothin but bash-unI'm one of the few, proud to be standing I walked up the pier from the coffin ships landing My clothes were just rags, no use in this weather But my back was strong, my hands tough as leathe I climbed up these hills till I came to the spot where I stand I cleared these fields and I pulled up the stumps with my hands No more a wanderer, no more a refugee A mountaineer is always free Took a Cherokee bride, she gave me five babies I sang at the wakes, I cried at the wed
On all who attempt, intentions we blast-un
[Sean Paul]
I gut 'em, I roll 'em, I smoke 'em, and I pass 'em
I serve 'em, deliver, walk up on 'em and blast 'em
I'm strong but my niggaz, I'm takin they cash home
Then hit the track and get rid of the whole bomb
Cuz I'm serious nigga, you gon' feel this nigga
Got a, trunk full of work, how you gon' kill this nigga?
My niggaz givin out bricks, we can build this nigga
If all fail we can 1-0-5 grill this nigga
I'm dead serious
[Hook - 2X]
[Pastor Troy]
S-E-R-I-O (uh-huh) U-S (uh-huh) I'm fresh (c'mon)
One of the best (uh-huh) there are a couple (c'mon)
We did this song last night, I gave 'em trouble (uh-huh)
Jumped in my shuttle (uh-huh) and hauled ass (c'mon)
Up 85 (yea) with Daytons (c'mon)
You wanna blast (c'mon) come get yo' cannon (c'mon)
I bet I'll leave yo' punk-ass, where ya standin (uh-huh)
While you were plannin (c'mon) see I had plottin (uh-huh)
Yo
Red Sails In the Sunset Lyrics
-Artist: Nat King Cole -peak Billboard position # 24 in 1951 -Words by Jimmy Kennedy and Music by Hugh Williams -previously charted in 1935 by Bing Crosby (#1), Guy Lombardo (also # !), -Mantovani (#3), and Jack Jackson (# 13) -previously charted in 1936 by Louis Armstrong (#15) -subsequently charted by Tab Hunter in 1957 (#57), The Platters in 1960 (#36) -and by Fats Domino in 1963 (#35). {Red sails in the sunset, way out on the sea} Oh, carry my loved one home saf
u saw the smoke hoe, hell yeah I shot it (damn right)-Artist: Nat King Cole -peak Billboard position # 24 in 1951 -Words by Jimmy Kennedy and Music by Hugh Williams -previously charted in 1935 by Bing Crosby (#1), Guy Lombardo (also # !), -Mantovani (#3), and Jack Jackson (# 13) -previously charted in 1936 by Louis Armstrong (#15) -subsequently charted by Tab Hunter in 1957 (#57), The Platters in 1960 (#36) -and by Fats Domino in 1963 (#35). {Red sails in the sunset, way out on the sea} Oh, carry my loved one home saf
I'm bustin rockets screamin, "Die nigga, die!" (die nigga)
Dont' fuck with D.S.G.B. or T.I. (c'mon)
Do you know why, I don't fuck with nobody? (yeah)
The same shit, that fucked up John Gotti (yeah)
These niggaz watch me, but they don't wanna fuck with us (yeah)
We makin 'em hush, we dead-ass serious!
[Hook - 4X]
[talking]
YEEAH!!
It's motherfuckin serious in this motherfucker, knahmtalkinbout
I'ma tell y'all niggaz like this here (whassup whassup)
If it's too hot for yo' ass (uh-huh)
Get the fuck out the motherfuckin kitchen,
knamtalkinbout (getcha ass out)
The boy Lil' Jon, doin this shit with my nigga T.I.!
Ghet-O-Vision, Youngbloodz (Ghet-O-Vison hoe!)
That boy Pastor Troy (old Troy)
It's serious mayne (serious)
This shit motherfuckin serious.. (it serious bitch)
In the south niggaz, they get motherfuckin serious (real serious)
We out this bitch... holla...