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my life - t.i. lyrics

[daz]
i know it’s your life n-gg-..you do as you please (that’s right)
but you know we be f-cking up
huh, huh….yeah aye, aye, aye..yea, yea, yeah (what)
aye, aye, aye……yea, yea, yeah
that n-gg- daz and ti is in the motherf-ckin house..you know what i mean
it’s your life n-gg-….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 p-ssy n-gg-s tryin to put an end to my life
you can’t do it, don’t try…i know you sucker n-gg-s 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

[ti]
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 n-gg- 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 n-gg-, f-ck a record deal (what’s happenin)
i graduated out the yay, to stack a couple mill
who would figure it would be a rap n-gg- i have to kill
my potnaz telling me shawty you have to chill (f-ck that sh-t)
but ima end up hating with steel, what is is, still dope boy trap n-gg-s
worldwide lovin it, haters see the spider and they wanna put a slug in it
f-ck 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 n-gg-s 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 n-gg- with grands in my hands
living the fast lane, grand hustle the gram when the cash came
(grand hustle n-gg-)
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 n-gg-s, the penitentiary mind frame
i strive for perfection, my method is quite collective
check out the f-ckin way i just rep it
this dog pound gangsta in the back take a licking
rims shining, fresh paint, ti counting paper
big moves stay on deck with the tools
all ya’ll n-gg-s and b-tches and n-gg-s 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 b-tches, 24 inches conversating
ti plotted on getting these n-gg-s, now for my n-gg-s
murdering, killing, wheeling the spider, on a mission
all my n-gg-s ya’ll know how the f-ck we kick it
i’ma keep my eye on a meal ticket, hustle it up motherf-cker better kick it

[ti]
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, n-gg-
you don’t know me
i learned from n-gg-s before me
i got insomnia shawty, i don’t sleep, i bomb, i don’t creep

[chorus: with ad libs]

[talking: ti & daz]
ya’ll n-gg-s know how we do this sh-t
ti, that n-gg- daz….youknowhatimean
this my life, your life, our life, his life.live it to the fullest
one time for pac, we miss you n-gg-…yeah, yeah, yeah
one time for shorty b, keepin it pimpin’ (aye)
psc, grand hustle, pimp (yeah)
f-ck n-gg-, let this be a lesson to ya…yeah, yeah, yeah
ya’ll n-gg-s better start training man
you better be a d-mn good ducker n-gg-,
when i godd-mn let loose with this chopper, you understand that
i ain’t playin with ya’ll n-gg-s, once the motherf-ckin judge
slam that godd-mn gaffel n-gg- and let a motherf-ckin case beat n-gg-
i’m at ya’ll -ss n-gg-..mark my motherf-ckin words, f-ck boys
i’m laying low for a reason pimp..ha…f-ck n-gg-s

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