T.I. Lyrics

T.I. Lyrics

"You Don't Know Me Lyrics"

If I Were President (Skit) Lyrics
Bam! Who's next? (Ooooh) If I were President, if I were President I'd make sure all the money spent onnnnnnnn, good things I wouldn't have no lint in my pocket I'd rock it rock it I'd shock it I would not jock the fact that there are rich people in the world because yo I got a girl And she needs new clothes and I need new sneakers And that's all I k

Ima tell y'all sucka ass niggas somethin'
First of all nigga
Look here dogg

{CHORUS}
You might've seen me in the streets,
but nigga you dont know me
When you holla when you speak,
remember you dont know me
Save all that hatin and tha poppin
Nigga you don’t know me
Quit tellin Niggaz youz my partner nigga
you don't know me
Don't be a groupie keep it movin,
nigga you dont know me
Hey I aint trippin cuz the truth is really,
you dont know me
Yeah you know they call me T.I.
but you dont know me
You be hatin an i see why
cause you dont know me

(verse)
I think its time I made a song for niggas who dont know me
I graduated out the streets, Im a real O.G.
I been trappin shootin pis
A Blaze In The Winter Night Lyrics
[Music & Lyrics: Nazg?l] Summoning voices from distant fields calling for magic of Satanic might In midnight storms and thunder around flaming stakes the witches dance A fork of lightening cracks the sky like a blaze in the winternight still, heard are the hymns the hymns invocing Satan The light of day is now cursed by Him and uni
tols since I stood 4 feet
So all you niggas actin bad you gone have to show me
You gon' make me bring the Chevy to a real slow creep
My niggas hangin out the window mouth full of gold teeth
When the guns start poppin wonder when its gone cease
Chopper hit you in the side an create a slow leak
We been in the speculation but today we gone see
Whats the future of a pussy nigga hatin on me
I give a fuck about the fed's investigation on me
I don't care that they at my shows and they waitin on me
Ima keep on flossin poppin long as Toomp is on the beat
Tell polices i aint stoppin Im a keep it in the streets
Contrary to your beliefs I'm as real as you can be
Fuck ya thoughts and ya feelings nigga you dont know me

Chorus 1x
Desert Lyrics
im in love with the size of a desert never seen it but id love to kiss a cactus got my hands on a piece of the good earth both my hands up inside of a new world its exactly by the pound i do i do i would never ? this excitments got me down i do i do desert grows to the size of a fever desert smiles at the feet of a new boy desert gets everything
(Verse 2)
Hey once again let me remind you nigga you don't know me
So dont be walkin up and asking whats the deal on a key
I dont know if you wearing wires you could be the police
If I was slangin blow you couldn't get a O.Z.
See me and the PSC fallin through at a show deep
Police holdin up the door cause they know we tote heat
I jus wanna ride wit C, blowin dro in the fleet
Or wit clan by the dozen different bitches in a week
I jus wanna chill wit Kuntry an his daddy Freddie G
Ballin out at anytime at any store and spend a G
I wanna ball in the Bahamas courtesy of K.T.
MacBoney gotta mill well as Dolla D.P.
A.K. house on the hill right next to J.G.
Every week meet at a falant restaurant and eat free
Get Inda paid, Lil Gre
Vincent Lyrics
Starry, starry night Paint your palette blue and gray Look out on a summer day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul Shadows on the hills Sketch the trees and daffodils Catch the breeze and winter chills And colors on the snowy linen land What you tried To say to me And how you suffered for your sanity And yow you tried To s
g and B.
Thats the only shot we got at gettin Cap back on the streets

{chorus}

(hook)
you see a nigga hating on a G
ask him what it's gonna be
What you lookin at pussy nigga you don't know me
At the club and the streets- or wherever we should meet
Its choppers chopping, pistols popping,
Nigga you don’t know me



you see a nigga hating on a G
ask him what it's gon be
What you lookin at pussy nigga you don't no me
At the club and the streets- or wherever we should meet
Its choppers chopping, pistol popping,
Nigga you don’t know me

{chorus}

grand hustle pimp
urban legend comin soon
the wait is over homie
psc pimpin
yo
you dont know me yall