T.I lyrics
T.I lyrics
"My Air Forces lyrics"
Put Your Hands Up lyrics
You got a $100 dollar bill put your hands up You got a $50 dollar bill put your hands up You got a $20 dollar bill put your hands up You got a $10 dollar bill put your hands up Single ladies I cant hear you Singles ladies make noise Single ladies I cant hear you Single ladies make noise All the chicken heads be quiet x3 Fat man all
You got a $100 dollar bill put your hands up You got a $50 dollar bill put your hands up You got a $20 dollar bill put your hands up You got a $10 dollar bill put your hands up Single ladies I cant hear you Singles ladies make noise Single ladies I cant hear you Single ladies make noise All the chicken heads be quiet x3 Fat man all
[T.I. talking]
Bet yall niggas don't remember these wit Run-DMC...
Naw, I ain't wit dem no mo...What they is now...MY AIR FORCES
[Verse One]
Walk through the hood at night
I dont like 'em laced tight, but they feel alright
Outta sight, all white, steeping swaging my strap
I got the four in my lap cause I stay in the trap
Like guess and heavy starch thrity-four in the way
With thrirty six so I can fit this forty-four on my waste
If I waste something one 'em I'ma throw 'em away
Pull a fresh pair out the trunk, and buy some more in a day
And I wear'em like I bought 'em, I don't lace 'em or nuthin'
Got bitches wonderin' why I don't call, I don't chase 'em or nuthin'
Funky fres
It's Your Fate lyrics
(Lyrics: Crosby; Music Robinson/Hochheiser) Born into a class structure, rich man or slave at his feetBystander or maker of crime killing in war or doing timeThe elders who possess the power build arsenals in defenseyou pay the price for their fears, their memories they won't forgetIt's your fate, you don't decideIt's your fate, struggle just to
h MC, I bet you see(Lyrics: Crosby; Music Robinson/Hochheiser) Born into a class structure, rich man or slave at his feetBystander or maker of crime killing in war or doing timeThe elders who possess the power build arsenals in defenseyou pay the price for their fears, their memories they won't forgetIt's your fate, you don't decideIt's your fate, struggle just to
T.I.P with a fresh new pair of Nike Airs on his feet
And when you see me in the streets, you know you looked at a star
The way the Congo and Polo the checks is even matching my car
Ahhhh, back to the subject though
I just letting you know about my air forces
[Chorus]
Don't care how many shoes I get, when all else fails dem the shoes I pick
And I walk like so I don't bruise my kicks
I got alot but none fit like my Air Forces
Brand new O-Eyed Benz
Where in less there ain't a pair in every store I been
Gotta outfit, wanna make sure I'm fresh
Well you know I gotta go get my Air Forces
[Verse Two]
All white trimmed in gray
Bubbled laced to the top on
Invisible lyrics
im tired of acting in this room of me im tired of straining for what i cannot be dont remember siging the deal no pen in my hand and not quite is what you told me over again in my mind and not quite is how you hold me, and its you i cant find so listen get frustrated feel the burden of my self i figure ive created this invisible hel
ith meim tired of acting in this room of me im tired of straining for what i cannot be dont remember siging the deal no pen in my hand and not quite is what you told me over again in my mind and not quite is how you hold me, and its you i cant find so listen get frustrated feel the burden of my self i figure ive created this invisible hel
All day, collecting pay in the ass of a jay
Or any sucka nigga trying to get in my way
Stay kicking this muthafucking G.A. clay
With a limp and a sway and I don't play
Hoes keep asking pimp why the the same 'ol shoes?
Bitch, I'm four pairs deep and I done paid my do's
(My Air Forces)
Call number one like me
Hanging out the Chevy door when I stomp on the street
Concaine white leather feel good one my feet
Heyyyy, they ganranteed to keep you from the police
With bold they aint scuffed
The strap holding me up
My shoulder boy-cut
Who need platuim wwith super Dave, when dem boys be stuntin'
Nigga I'm just ballin' it up in my Air Forces
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]One In All lyrics
Mr. product man strolling by with a kind of head-held-high hypocrisy the envy of so many walks of life but not a type like me periodically searching through the perfect library a man I am of an unusual sort of aimlessness but nevertheless bent on the glory of my lifelessness in the pursuit of nothing short of one in all he shines his light on me fluorescent minds are quic
Stepping in my Air Force Ones, hat to the right plus I got my gun
Headed to the weed house to cop me a sack
Bumped into this bitch I knew from way back
Now I'm smoking good kicked back and I'm ridin'
Police pull me over and I had to jump up out it
Bail to the spot, had to shake these damn polls
Forces fucked up and I done lost my dro
All white and gray with dem bubble shoe laces
Even got dem blue ones for the special occasion
ATL fitted with the guess get a map
Pussy ass twidded em put a hole in my lap
Now I gotta situation at hand
Guess I gotta take it back to the old plan
Forces get my payment trying to catch a ride
Thats why I stay down wit my Air Forces
[Chorus]