T.I.

T.I. - My Life lyrics

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[Daz]

I know it's your life nigga..you do as you please (That's right)

But you know we be fucking up

Huh, Huh....Yeah Aye, Aye, Aye..Yea, Yea, Yeah (What)

Aye, Aye, Aye......Yea, Yea, Yeah

That nigga Daz and T.I. is in the motherfuckin house..You know what I mean

It's your life nigga....live or die.......Wooooh!!



[Chorus]

Can't ya see I'm on fire, so quit hating on me pimpin, I'm just living my life

Think I ain't gone ride, on all you pussy niggas tryin to put an end to my life

You can't do it, don't try...I know you sucker niggas wish that you was living my life

In white linen, I'm fly..top down in the spiderville, riding for the rest of my life



[T.I.]

A-town veteran, started at eleven

When and bought an eight-ball, I was staying down every since

That's why its hard to find a young rapper nigga better than

Bankhead resident, Westside represent, Pimp Squad mobster

Grand Hustle president, heart of a lion and the nuts of an elephant

Trap musik heaven sent, you hating and it's evident

You trying to stack presidents, I'm tryin to set precedents

The comparison is insulting my intelligene

Cause real recognize real, and real you ain't never been

You never will, I catch ya where you chill,

holla at ya where you live nigga, fuck a record deal (what's happenin)

I graduated out the yay, to stack a couple mill

Who would figure it would be a rap nigga I have to kill

My potnaz telling me shawty you have to chill (fuck that shit)

but Ima end Up hating with steel, what is is, still dope boy trap niggas

Worldwide lovin it, haters see the spider and they wanna put a slug in it

Fuck it, I'm a G, I been a rider, I ain't studding it

Better get ya mind of mind, and start hustling



[Chorus: with ad libs]



[Daz]

I should BG banging the stripes, ideas when I strike

Breaking my victims, lining them niggas all with the light

Get it right, hold it tight, blast with all your might

See we hustle for them grands til the early light

Follw my plan on command, leave'em dead where they stand

Ain't no stopping the man nigga with grands in my hands

Living the fast lane, grand hustle the gram when the cash came

(Grand hustle nigga)

The police book me, take my fingerprint and last name

If I'm stuck in a cell, how would I maintain

Lock up all these niggas, the penitentiary mind frame

I strive for perfection, my method is quite collective

Check out the fuckin way I just rep it

This dog pound gangsta in the back take a licking

Rims shining, fresh paint, T.I. counting paper

Big moves stay on deck with the tools

All ya'll niggas and bitches and niggas get sprayed with the tools..Blahhh



[Chorus: with ad libs]



[Daz]

This how we hustle for the paper, cause the hustle get harder

I'm dog pounded out, an Atlanta Brave starter

Money, weed, and bitches, 24 inches conversating

T.I. plotted on getting these niggas, now for my niggas

Murdering, killing, wheeling the spider, on a mission

All my niggas ya'll know how the fuck we kick it

I'ma keep my eye on a meal ticket, hustle it up motherfucker better kick it



[T.I.]

All eyes on me, with my westside homie

In a drop 65, on D's, wanna ride on me

I got a forty-five, on me

In a hurry to die homie, get live on me

You charged with tryin to OG

And I'm creepin through the crowd, low key, nigga

You don't know me

I learned from niggas before me

I got insomnia shawty, I don't sleep, I bomb, I don't creep



[Chorus: with ad libs]



[Talking: T.I. & Daz]

Ya'll niggas know how we do this shit

T.I, that nigga Daz....youknowhatimean

This my life, your life, our life, his life.live it to the fullest

One time for Pac, we miss you nigga...Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

One time for Shorty B, keepin it pimpin' (Aye)

PSC, Grand Hustle, pimp (yeah)

Fuck nigga, let this be a lesson to ya...Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Ya'll niggas better start training man 

You better be a damn good ducker nigga, 

When I goddamn let loose with this chopper, you understand that

I ain't playin with ya'll niggas, Once the motherfuckin judge

Slam that goddamn gaffel nigga and let a motherfuckin case beat nigga 

I'm at ya'll ass nigga..Mark my motherfuckin words, Fuck boys

I'm laying low for a reason pimp..Ha...Fuck niggas



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