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T.I.( Clifford Joseph Harris Jr. )
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Long Live da Game
Lyricist:Clifford Harris, Marquinarius Holmes
That's right, want time for your mind? It sad for you all my niggaz who think they hard Ok nigga, I'll tell you what's hard up yo, whats hard up yo? Goin' about your day nigga losin' your life at the end of it Nigga that's what's hard, minding my motherfuckin' business Let me tell ya'll 'bout the last day I lived in my life
I'm in the 96 Impala with the gat in my lap Annihilating any nigga tryin' to work in my trap I have the Feds got me tapped so to keep em' off of my back I got a crib in the trap and a crib to relax
Now my indictment was a secret And that's the way that they keep it If I ain't have a hoe givin' head to the feds Comin' back tellin' me exactly what they said
I'm a dead man walkin', waitin' on time in jail Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com But I'll die before I let 'em stop my mail Long as I got another ounce to sell What the hell I'm a bail, a grab my scale
Get another key and I'm a slang my ya Every day I feel like he on my trail Look 'em in the face and say fuck their jail Niggaz on the west side cant re-up because it's a drought
So I check the crack house, damn it sold out Now back to the crib so I can check this stash Ain't sure about how much dope I had Got a couple keys in the safe right now Weigh it up, cook it up, then chop it down
Now I'm ready to go and pick up my fetti But before I leave the house I can't dip without grabbin' my G'z And my keys to my brand new V Put 'em in pocket so I'm a get blue jeans [Incomprehensible]nigga you had 'bout three Put this red dot to your ass an' squeeze
Now I'm dippin' back to the swats, with the 4-4 and a plastic glock Turned around and I had to stop, couldn't trap sworn it was cops Sittin' white but I still ain't scared, Mac Boney 'em must have fled Only cops is I fear is the feds on my car flashin' blue an' red
Damn there they go now it's time to deal Got the 4-4 right by my heal 9 millimeter with a extra clip That's what ya'll niggaz get fuckin' 'round with TIP
Bustin' at 'em an' cursin' at 'em but ain't no shakin' 'em Them bullets that they was bustin' at me my vest was takin' Makin' them pigs fall in pain, turned around 'cause one call my name Took a hot one to the brain, yeah I died but long live the game
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