Ke$ha Feat. Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa, T.I. & Andre 3000 - Sleazy Remix 2.0 Get Sleazier

[kesha]

i don’t need you or your brand new benz

or your bouji friends

i don’t need love looking like diamonds

looking like diamonds

[wiz khalifa]

okay i’m young and i’m tatted

i get them bucks like an addict

in this christian dior, i spend so much on my fabric

i got a wifey at home and what she wants she can have it

and she in love with my stick, she say i work it like magic

okay no need to panic, i’m on a beach where the sand is

somewhere smokin’ on medication, no i wont need a bandage

some would look at my age and try to say i’m young and i’m handsome

i say i’m filthy f-cking rich, so i’m an old dirty bastard

and my cribs a disaster and my kush is the master

i was in my yellow car but my ferrari go faster

sounding like a band in it and my diamonds the dancers

on the remix with kesha, bout to go see the cashier

on the grind so now my watch has got a lot of diamonds in it

i look down and see a hundred thou’ and think its time to get it

brought a lot of marijauna and i’m here to share it

no it’s not a problem, better get it, then i wont be here tomorrow momma

[kesha] x2

i don’t need you or your brand new benz

or your bouji friends

and i don’t need love looking like diamonds

looking like diamonds

[andre 3000]

we start out so cute in our baby pictures

that momma shot for our daddy so that he wouldn’t forget you

he forgot anyway, but hey, one day he’ll remember

if not he’s human, i’m human, you human, we’ll forgive him

god gives him his ultimatum, can’t see how momma hates him

he’s such a cool ass guy, then wonder why she date him

i’m only 8, i’m not old enough, guess it’s complicated

two parent dwellings, expelling have got so underrated

i only say this in cadence so it don’t get negated

i was gon’ save it for later but later look like maybe

this crazy lady named kesha is guessing my mercedes

would be all new and through through, but its the 1980′s

but now that we are cool cool, she sippin’ irish baileys

she say “stacks, you’re true blue?”

i said “nah, i’m navy”

i call her kesha, she like it, because it’s hood to her

she call me andre 6000 because i’m good to her

[kesha] x2

i don’t need you or your brand new benz

or your bouji friends

and i don’t need love looking like diamonds

looking like diamonds

[t.i]

hey kesha what up boo its me

do you know what to do wit me?

bad bitches, i got two of me

well you better make it two or three

bad bitches know me so don’t bother introducing me

they want me more than diamonds

wipe me down bitch, i’m super clean

i’m hella cold, mega paid, making moves doing things

bitches stay queued and they all wanna do the king

i’m ballin’, royalty, knew it when i seen her

i was gonna take her, make her my new royal penis cleaner

my demeanor something special and this dick is so impressive

bitch i bet you take it off and take it with you if i let you

i aint trippin’, i’m just here, couldn’t catch you when i catch you

bitch my swagger super natural

get you pregnant looking at you

i aint nothing like them other dudes

i’m an atom bomb, they a molecule

still paint ballin’ out the frame, stuntin’ like a fool

[kesha - hook]

rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum

the beat’s so fat gonna make me come

um, um, um, over to your place!

rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum

the beat’s so fat, gonna make me come

um, um, um, over to your place!

[lil wayne]

we be on that shit that no one be on

thats what we one, smoke that neon

kings of leon, dynamite napoleon

got some skinny’s and a tee on

and some vans and my mans got the ratchet

while i’m laying in some p-ssy you be laying in a casket

and i’m just saying, i’m just spazzing

im just smashing, im just nasty

if you ’bout it, bust it open

oh you fancy man, i got so many flows like mansion

catch a tantrum, know a girl called cleopatra

she a throw that p-ssy at ya

i’m financially straight like a lion

i aint lying

and all my hoes on they toes

ballerina, black swan

man we on ciroc, grey goose

it’s weezy baby, sleazy baby

(young mula baby)

[kesha - hook]

(its sleazy)

T.I. Feat. BIG K.R.I.T. - I'm Flexin

T.I. estrena junto con  BIG K.R.I.T en Youtube el videoclip de su nuevo single "I'm Flexin". Aquí les dejamos con la portada, el video y la letra de la canción. Esperamos que lo disfrutéis y que opinéis sobre él.

[T.I.]

Yeah, it’s the King, cuh

You know my demo, Maybach, no limo, homes

I’m sacked up, too

I don’t know what them folk doin’

I’m flexin’, tho’, patna

There it go, K.R.I.T.!

(Big K.R.I.T.) T.I.

(Hold it now) I’m flexin’, shawty

(Hold it now) I’m stupid, hoe

(Hold it now) I’m reppin’, shawty

(Hold it now) Bitch, you ain’t know?

(Hold it now) I’m Gucci, patna

(Hold it now) I Louis down

Don’t do it, patna

(Hold it now) Or it’s goin’ down

I wear stripes row, my Louis, ho, Akoo matchin’ my kicks, bitch

Papparazzi everywhere I go, I got cameras all in my bidne’

I rep the town, hold it down, cruise all around in my old school

My speaker loud and my reefer, too, I ain’t speakin’, bitch, do I know you?

Feds want me back behind that wall, that’s the only place that I can’t go

I’m focused, dog, and I ain’t wit’ that f-ck shit, think it sweet but it ain’t, doe

I’m tried and true when I’m ridin’ through, I ain’t hidin’, they can just hate me

My top is down and my pockets fat and my diamonds clearer than HD

(Hold it now) I’m flexin’, shawty

(Hold it now) I’m stupid, hoe

(Hold it now) I’m reppin’, shawty

(Hold it now) Bitch, you ain’t know?

(Hold it now) I’m Gucci, patna

(Hold it now) I Louis down

Don’t do it, patna

(Hold it now) Or it’s goin’ down

I rep the west of that A like this, don’t wanna talk about Bankhead

Still in the trap like a gotdamn brick, ’cause I love the hood, the King ain’t dead

My hustle grand, my money long, my spot on top, bitch, I want that

My position vacant, my crown await me, my throne is empty, I own that

Folk in Kirkland, with a big hill, too, some’ll head to Pittsburgh and all that

Real goons’ll ride wit’ me to Timbuktu, I ain’t Gucci, dude, what you call that?

Mail the yell to East Point, and own that area, Vidalia, Sandal Hill all day

Decatur to Simpson-Rose, on 4-4, Hort nigga f-ck wit’ me always

(Hold it now) I’m flexin’, shawty

(Hold it now) I’m stupid, hoe

(Hold it now) I’m reppin’, shawty

(Hold it now) Bitch, you ain’t know?

(Hold it now) I’m Gucci, patna

(Hold it now) I Louis down

Don’t do it, patna

(Hold it now) Or it’s goin’ down

[Big K.R.I.T.]

Them so-called dope boys ain’t sold enough

OGs ain’t old enough

MCs ain’t dope enough

I’ll still split yo’ coconut

You So So, I’m like dat

Tight work, bounce right back

Make room for yo’ bitc’, dog

Nigga, go’n get off my sack

That loud pack, I blow big

Always stunt so big

Please don’t get wrong, homie

Or them Gs gon’ bust yo’ wig

The A is mine, no questions asked

The King is home, bitch, the best is back

My swagga turned ‘em just like my sack

I’m flexin’, shawty, who stoppin’ that?

[Hook x2]

[T.I]

Okay, man, you don’t see what’s in yo’ face, big dog?

Yeah, man, big banks, no whammies, dog, you understand that?

Yeah, doin’ real, I’m talkin’ ’bout real proper, patna?

You understand that? I got that sack, bruh!

Prison ain’t changed shit, homeboy

You understand that?

Rubber bands on deck, guess why, homes?

Big K.R.I.T., let’s do this shit one time, man

A-Town to M-Town, patna, it goin’ down

Mississippi stand up

T.I. – I'm Flexin :: Lyrics, Mp3, Ringtones

• Artist : T.I.
• Song : I'm Flexin
• Album : N/A

New hot track titled "I'm Flexin" by American rapper, T.I. featuring Big K.R.I.T.. It is his first single after completing his 11-month prison sentence on Thursday. The song was originally due for release Monday, but instead, fans are getting an end-of-the-week treat. Since his release, T.I. has appeared on songs with Future ("Magic" remix), 2 Chainz ("Spend It" remix) and Young Jeezy ("F.A.M.E."). A great comeback track!

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[T.I.]
Yeah, it’s the King, cuh
You know my demo, Maybach, no limo, homes
I’m sacked up, too
I don’t know what them folk doin’
I’m flexin’, tho’, patna
There it go, K.R.I.T.!

(Big K.R.I.T.) T.I.

(Hold it now) I’m flexin’, shawty
(Hold it now) I’m stupid, hoe
(Hold it now) I’m reppin’, shawty
(Hold it now) b-tch, you ain’t know?

(Hold it now) I’m Gucci, patna
(Hold it now) I Louis down
Don’t do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or it’s goin’ down

I wear stripes row, my Louis, ho, a cubie matchin’ my kicks, b-tch
Papparazzi everywhere I go, I got cameras all in my bidne’
I rep the town, hold it down, cruise all around in my old school
My speaker loud and my reefer, too, I ain’t speakin’, b-tch, do I know you?
Feds want me back behind that wall, that’s the only place that I can’t go
I’m focused, dog, and I ain’t wit’ that f-ck sh-t, think it sweet but it ain’t, doe
I’m tried and true when I’m ridin’ through, I ain’t hidin’, they can just hate me
My top is down and my pockets fat and my diamonds clearer than HD

(Hold it now) I’m flexin’, shawty
(Hold it now) I’m stupid, hoe
(Hold it now) I’m reppin’, shawty
(Hold it now) b-tch, you ain’t know?

(Hold it now) I’m Gucci, patna
(Hold it now) I Louis down
Don’t do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or it’s goin’ down

I rep the west of that A like this, don’t wanna talk about Bankhead
Still in the trap like a gotdamn brick, ’cause I love the hood, the King ain’t dead
My hustle grand, my money long, my spot on top, b-tch, I want that
My position vacant, my crown await me, my throne is empty, I own that
Folk in Kirkland, with a big hill, too, some’ll head to Pittsburgh and all that
Real goons’ll ride wit’ me to Timbuktu, I ain’t Gucci, dude, what you call that?
Mail the yell to East Point, and own that area, Vidalia, Sandal Hill all day
Decatur to Simpson-Rose, on 4-4, Hort n-gga f-ck wit’ me always

(Hold it now) I’m flexin’, shawty
(Hold it now) I’m stupid, hoe
(Hold it now) I’m reppin’, shawty
(Hold it now) b-tch, you ain’t know?

(Hold it now) I’m Gucci, patna
(Hold it now) I Louis down
Don’t do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or it’s goin’ down

[Big K.R.I.T.]
Them so-called dope boys ain’t sold enough
OGs musicjuzz.blogspot.com ain’t old enough
MCs ain’t dope enough
I’ll still split yo’ coconut
You So So, I’m like dat
Tight work, bounce right back
Make room for yo’ bitc’, dog
n-gga, go’n get off my sack
That loud pack, I blow big
Always stunt so big
Please don’t get wrong, homie
Or them Gs gon’ bust yo’ wig
The A is mine, no questions asked
The King is home, b-tch, the best is back
My swagga turned ‘em just like my sack
I’m flexin’, shawty, who stoppin’ that?

[Hook x2]

[T.I]
Okay, man, you don’t see what’s in yo’ face, big dog?
Yeah, man, big banks, no whammies, dog, you understand that?
Yeah, doin’ real, I’m talkin’ ’bout real proper, patna?
You understand that? I got that sack, bruh!
Prison ain’t changed sh-t, homeboy
You understand that?
Rubber bands on deck, guess why, homes?
Big K.R.I.T., let’s do this sh-t one time, man
A-Town to M-Town, patna, it goin’ down
Mississippi stand up

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Young Jeezy – F.A.M.E. ft. T.I. :: Lyrics, Mp3, Ringtones

• Artist : Young Jeezy
• Song : F.A.M.E.
• Album : Thug Motivation 103: Hustlerz Ambition

Young Jeezy, an American rapper has recently released his latest single entitled "F.A.M.E." (Fake Ass Mothafu*kas Envy), featuring T.I.. This J.U.S.T.I.C.E League-produced track will appear on his upcoming fourth studio album 'Thug Motivation 103: Hustlerz Ambition' (TM103) set to be released on December 20th, 2011.

Listen below to F.A.M.E. by Young Jeezy and sing along with the Young Jeezy - F.A.M.E. lyric. Let us know what you think!

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(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League…)

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
F-ck these haters, I’d kill ‘em all if I could
Ain’t scared of none of y’all, so you know my aim good
Blowin bin Ladie in my Porsche 911
Just left Ground Zero, on my way to kush heaven
Can’t slow down, too much evil in my rear view
Sometimes you wanna scream to God, but he can’t hear you
And even if you did, this’ll probably be disaster
F-ck you ‘plainin’ ’bout? It ain’t like you got cancer
Do it for my n-ggas on the block that got it worse
First the love, then the hate, that just a trap n-gga’s curse
I betcha feel like the whole world hatin’ on you
But what’s the holdup? The whole world waitin’ on you

(The fame…)
I wake up and feel empty
sh-t make you wanna squeeze your Glock ’til it’s empty
I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers envy

(The fame…)
I wake up and feel empty
sh-t make you wanna squeeze your Glock ’til it’s empty
I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers envy

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
You mean to tell me from runnin’ my big mouth
That I could chill here in this big penthouse
All elevator’d up, black hardwood floors
Just to sit around and feel like it ain’t yours
Your conscience gotcha feelin’ like you done somethin’ wrong
But the flatscreen say motherf-cker, we on
Pardon me, n-gga, do you see this view?
See Ruth’s Chris from here, what the f-ck’s wrong wit’ you
Lookin’ at my Rollie, yeah, it’s almost seven
Bill Gates state of mind wit’ a automatic weapon
You might ‘member from puttin’ on for the city
Or back when it was on two, goin’ for the fitty
Opened up a few squares, opened up a few tours
Just to show n-ggas keys open up doors
“Oh, we don’t f-ck wit’ Young no mo’” Why not?
The only thing I can figure, ’cause he on top

(The fame…)
I wake up and feel empty
sh-t make you wanna squeeze your Glock ’til it’s empty
I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers envy

(The fame…)
I wake up and feel empty
sh-t make you wanna squeeze your Glock ’til it’s empty
I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers envy

(The fame…)

[Verse 3: T.I.]
What up, world? Long time, huh?
musicjuzz.blogspot.com
Hey, look

Lately, I been off and out of sight, seldom out of mind
Ay, getcha bidne’ right, and stay the hell up out of mind
I’m out my mind, tryin’ to fix it ‘fore I’m out of time
Don’t worry ’bout me, God got me, bruh, I’m doin’ fine
Another year in prison, promise this is it for me
Tryna make it through the storm, should be makin’ history
No feelin’ sorry for me, keep ya pity and ya sympathy
Good or bad, take it like a man, whatever meant for me
How I did it make ‘em hate my spirit, they wish they could kill it
And they’ll take it however they can get it
Wanna see me fulla misery, walkin’ wit’ my head down
“Let’s decapitate ‘im, then we’ll see if he can wear his crown!”

(The fame…)
I wake up and feel empty
sh-t make you wanna squeeze your Glock ’til it’s empty
I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers envy

(The fame…)
I wake up and feel empty
sh-t make you wanna squeeze your Glock ’til it’s empty
I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers envy

(The fame…)
I wake up and feel empty
sh-t make you wanna squeeze your Glock ’til it’s empty
I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers envy

(The fame…) I wake up and feel empty
sh-t make you wanna squeeze your Glock ’til it’s empty
I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers envy

(The fame…)

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Rick Ross - 9 Piece Lyrics Video Mp3 Download ft. T.I.

* Artist : Rick Ross
* Song : 9 Piece
* Album : Ashes To Ashes mixtape



Santa Rick Ross is coming to town! This coming Christmas Eve, Ross will drop a new mixtape labeled 'Ashes To Ashes' as a perfect Christmas gift. "9 Piece", the first song off 'Ashes To Ashes' hit the web today. It features King of the South, T.I.. The mixtape will also features Drake, Ne-Yo, Ludacris and Wiz Khalifa to name a few.

Rick Ross 9 Piece Lyrics

[Rick Ross - Chorus]

I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone
I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone
he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
he bought four, I front him 5 more

9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls

[Rick Ross - Verse 1]
Suave house, still independent
distribution Mexican
he still sending
no contract, take my word
send a hundred packs bitch
them my birds
shoe box, no shoes in ‘em
in the two seater, me and two women
no Def Jam, went solo
took the custy’s prices solo

[Rick Ross - Chorus]

I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone
I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone
he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
he bought four, I front him 5 more

9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls

[T.I - Verse 2]
Its the king young gunna
hotter than suana in the summer
n-gga think I’m playing round if you wanna
bring the thunder and the lightening
like a sighting if you try me
on that Warren Buffet sh-t
that monkey sh-t behind me
you want me square n-gga you know where to find me
don’t call me on my cell
you tryna send a pimp to jail
if you buying 25 you can get it for the twelve
uncut, rocked up, got hand and pale yeah
hey let me send a little message to my enemies
you n-gga get to telling have ‘em buried ‘fore they sentence me
come to ATL, hit any trap they remember me
billionaire swag with a dope boys energy

[Rick Chorus]
I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone
I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone
he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
he bought four, I front him 5 more

9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls

[Rick Ross - Verse 3]
Soft white, I got that G-mix
I’m going Gold, crumbs to the bricks
I’m on the road, lets buy some new whips
trick a hundred hoes
spend a few chips
9 piece, straight 8 balls
got your bottom bitch going AWOL
n-gga’s looking at ya like you fell off
no sir, not me
I’m double platinum just like my Ferrari
bullet proof, n-gga teflon
why you snorting that
that shit stepped on

[Rick Chorus]
I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone
I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone
he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
he bought four, I front him 5 more

9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls

T.I. - How Life Changed Lyrics Video Free Mp3 Download

* Artist : T.I.
* Song : How Life Changed
* Album : No Mercy



Here is a brand new song titled "How Life Changed" by American recording artist, T.I. believed to be his another track from his upcoming seventh studio album 'No Mercy' (Previously King Uncaged). The song features the Southern Legend, Mitchelle’l and Scarface. The album is set to be released on December 7, 2010.


T.I. How Life Changed Lyrics

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Ay say KT
I remember bro standing out ten of uh
Flip a bird split it up
Antenna stickin' up
For crooked cop patrollin'
If the rad-doh rollin
All the dough I'm throwin'
Fuck a jail I ain't going tonight
Quick to pull a 4-4 in the fight
Under the street lights
Rollin' the dice
We was so enticed
By niggas like slick money and ice
We figure prison end should come with the light
Along with losin' your life
And there were no way we thought
We'd go to jail for any case we caught
For all the yay we bought
Not a dime did we say we borrowed
Bought damn near every pair of jeans at the mall
Had our way with the broads
Hit the rink but we ain't skatin' at all
Seem like every other day we brawl
That AK on call
When I think about all we done
It's amazing to see how far we come
Remember

[Chorus: Mitchelle'L]
I remember walkin'
Didn't have a dollar in my pocket
Now I'm watching stocks like what's the options
Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oooh
How life's changed

I remember hustlin'
Tryin' to get these crooked cops off us
Now I read about it in my office
Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oooh
How life's changed

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Ay say C-Roy
Remember days we was slangin' the hard
In a crib with no lights
We used to stay in the dark
Remember Captain Mac bonin' man
They were retarded
I don't know who kept us laughing the hardest
Since our sacks was the largest
Didn't take us long to corner the market
I remember everyday was a party
15 16 with dreams of being cocaine bosses
In pursuit of that
We made so many terrible choices
Like the time we made away with that Millennium
From the dealership
Before our day won we killin' em
Late nights
Gun fights
High speed chases
So close to the good life we taste it
Damn the consequences pimp
If it's a chance we take it
First case a month in juvenile and get probation
When I think about all we done
It's amazing to see how far we come
Remember

[Chorus: Mitchelle'L]
I remember walkin'
Didn't have a dollar in my pocket
Now I'm watching stocks like what's the options
Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oooh
How life's changed

I remember hustlin'
Tryin' to get these crooked cops off us
Now I read about it in my office
Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oooh
How life's changed

[Verse 3: Scarface]
We started small time dope game
Hustlin' that cocaine
In the state traffickin'
High feeling no pain
Numb to the fact
That we was poisoning our own kind
I ain't give a fuck
He gettin' his so I want mine
Young and with that attitude
Somebody finally gimme that
I ain't give a fuck how I got it
It was real as that
So if I had to peel a cat
Somebody was dead then
Since I'm a killer
That's the condition my head's in
Can't work too hard to get my money
I refuse to
Slave for the next man a raise nigga fuck you
These streets are 9 to 5
You want it we can get it for ya
And even though they steady changin'
This is still a hustle
Still got them same rules
Man I be the same game
We'd even found some brand new money
Still we maintain
This ain't integrity
We upheld in the street life
Livin' the mother fuckin' dream
Niggas singin' like...

[Chorus: Mitchelle'L]
I remember walkin'
Didn't have a dollar in my pocket
Now I'm watching stocks like what's the options
Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oooh
How life's changed

I remember hustlin'
Tryin' to get these crooked cops off us
Now I read about it in my office
Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oooh
How life's changed

T.I. - Strip ft. Trey Songz & Young Dro Free Lyrics Video Mp3 Download

* Artist : T.I.
* Song : Strip
* Album : No Mercy



"Strip" is a hot new track by the King of the South, T.I.. It is featured in his latest seventh studio album 'No Mercy' already available in stores since December 7, 2010. The song also features Trey Songz and Young Dro. Nice.



T.I. Strip Lyrics

Unnn hunnn
Come hereeee

[Trey Songz - Chorus]
After the club...strip
When I get you home... strip
We on that grown sh-t baby hop up on this
You ain't neva meet guy like me
And when the valet pull up shorty ride with me..
And Imma take your clothes all off (strip) take your clothes all off (strip) clothes off (strip) clothes off clothes all off (strip) Imma take your clothes all off (strip) take your clothes all off take your clothes (strip) your clothes clothes all off

[T.I.]
Ayee we can buy the whole bar but when the club close off we Immediately rode off..to the old loft
You know what I told yall we pull up your clothes off pussy fill the whole house they trippin drop them hoes off...and no panty no bra no shoes no socks see how good your toes are the going good so far...they driping striping going in drinking striping rolling pussy with it old sh-t spray trey say put your nose in...first round going down pop another go again panty to the floor again f-ck her till she soar again pimpin in motion I'm sexing no emotion I don't love err one of you I f-ck who's ever closest....we be on the grown sh-t that ganster alcopone sh-t you know what you gonna get... strong back long dick you say no that's the wrong sh-t that wont get you home with us you hear this song bit know if its us you going home with

[Trey Songz - Chorus]
After the club...strip
When I get you home... strip
We on that grown sh-t baby hop up on this
You ain't neva meet guy like me
And when the valet pull up shorty ride with me..
And Imma take your clothes all off (strip) take your clothes all off (strip) clothes off (strip) clothes off clothes all off (strip) Imma take your clothes all off (strip) take your clothes all off take your clothes (strip) your clothes clothes all off

[Young Dro]
Aaayye look aye check this
Ayee shortys pocket fat rodger that beside your coat beside your hat parda bag shorty bad ATL model ass Dro soon as she proceed to strip I'm on top of that doogy style splash arch your bac oo gurl holla bac we up (up) in the club aint to much that we can do in here but pop a couple bottles and see who I wanna screw in here I'm ryan bently cope tonight I cant be number 2 in here... your gurl was on that red bull I think that boy a fool in here..bubble gum game tell that chick I want some tru in here if all these brods strip in here I might just find my boo in here.. Imma leave from the club show up at the house pig gonna say shorty realier than a mouth Imma show her what I'm about when I push her head south tell ha go head blow a n-gga out... I'm showing out watching my behavior I got flavor.. these skills I have I'm always waiting on my neighbor and every time I see them hoes I shock them like a taser and when I leave this club only dick is what I gave her

[Trey Songz - Chorus]
After the club...strip
When I get you home... strip
We on that grown sh-t baby hop up on this
You ain't neva meet guy like me
And when the valet pull up shorty ride with me..
And Imma take your clothes all off (strip) take your clothes all off (strip) clothes off (strip) clothes off clothes all off (strip) Imma take your clothes all off (strip) take your clothes all off take your clothes (strip) your clothes clothes all off

Unn hunn..........come hereee
Unn hunn..........come hereee

After the club...strip
When I get you home... strip
We on that grown sh-t baby hop up on this
You ain't neva meet guy like me
And when the valet pull up shorty ride with me..
And Imma take your clothes all off (strip) take your clothes all off (strip) clothes off (strip) clothes off clothes all off (strip) Imma take your clothes all off (strip) take your clothes all off take your clothes (strip) your clothes clothes all off

T.I. - No Mercy Lyrics Video Mp3 Download

* Artist : T.I. feat. The Dream
* Song : No Mercy
* Album : No Mercy

A brand new track titled "No Mercy" by the King of the South, T.I. surfaced recently. It will be featured in his upcoming seventh studio album 'No Mercy' (Previously King Uncaged). The album is scheduled to be released on December 7, 2010. Probablythe best song on the album.


Watch T.I. - No Mercy Music Video here




T.I. No Mercy Lyrics

[The-Dream - Chorus]
There's no mercy on me
No crying myself to sleep
No mercy on me
Nightmares have become my dreams
No mercy for me
Good morning reality
Will I wake we'll never know
I'm late for my date with destiny
Let me go
Let me go
You've got to let me go
Right or wrong
Let me go
I'm on my path
Let me go

[T.I. - Verse 1]
My mama loved me more than I do
She said you pap was just like you
Trapped in a vicious circle
Jesus youngest disciple
Tell the judge if he throwed the book at me
Make it the bible
Start calling myself the king
For lack of a better title
Loyal beyond belief to my detriment
It's so vital I change or blow opportunities
Like a choir recital
Now while I do not care who telling
Meanwhile selling powder puts food in the bellies
Well it's unfortunate
The orphanage couldn't keep up the mortgages
Kid go to school stupid they teachers ignoring it
Sorta just doomed, forced into being a goon, selling kush in a jar
Mixing up (guitar?) in a balloon
Consumed with the same way of life I left
Everything I know now learned by myself
All you see are the whips
The Maseratis Ferraris
So they don't sympathise
Don't nobody feel sorry
No mercy

[Chorus]
There's no mercy on me
No crying myself to sleep
No mercy on me
Nightmares have become my dreams
No mercy for me
Good morning reality
Will I wake we'll never know
I'm late for my date with destiny
Let me go
Let me go
You've got to let me go
Right or wrong
Let me go
I'm on my path
Let me go

[T.I. - Verse 2]
Everybody's standing and waiting an they're hating
Gospels say they should forgive me
They'd rather hand me to satan
Blatant displays the day of hypocrisy
Boy you got to be kidding
Could it be possibly the second coming of Pac is me?
Remember That
When he was here
And when he died you realized you need him here
God with me partner
Ain't no one for me to fear
Hindsight 20/20
Future not as clear
But I'm a rider till I die
Put bullets 'tween my eye
I just ask that I can make my peace with god and say goodbye
Forgot the world like lady Di
Hone the day he died
His wife and sons and daughters know that every day he tried
To be a person nah they wanted better verses
They could market to the merchants
But when they closed curtains
You could be for certain ain't nobody perfect
But when you're rich nobody gives a shit
No Mercy

[Chorus]
There's no mercy on me
No crying myself to sleep
No mercy on me
Nightmares have become my dreams
No mercy for me
Good morning reality
Will I wake we'll never know
I'm late for my date with destiny
Let me go
You've got to let me go
Let me go
Let me go
Let me go

T.I. - All She Wrote Lyrics Video Mp3 Download ft. Eminem

* Artist : T.I. ft. Eminem
* Song : All She Wrote
* Album : No Mercy

Song info at freelyricsmp3download.blogspot.com

"All She Wrote" is another brand new track by American rapper, T.I. taken from his upcoming seventh studio album 'No Mercy'. It features Eminem. The album is scheduled to be released on December 7, 2010. Great hook, great beat.. great verses.

Watch T.I. - All She Wrote ft. Eminem Music Video here




T.I. All She Wrote Lyrics

[T.I]
Now I don't really care what you call me
Just as long as you don't call me rude
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
"Goodnight it's over with" that's all she wrote
Streets like cold Chicago
Aint nothing knew I've seen it all before
But still I ball like no tomorrow
Goodnight it's over with that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote

I said it's over with that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote
Goodnight it's over with...

[T.I Verse 1]
(?) sewing up the game, strong like they hate me for it
Eventually see they can't beat than with me they join
Others sworn under oath, or banished left completely scorn
You tell lies, get caught, n-gga kick rocks
You never did blend in with the big shots
It's on the fast track, aint no need for no pit stops
I just laugh at, n-gga wishing it was this hot
Guess they mad at me huh, really pissed off
Better that than pissed on
I'm the Jetsons you the Flintstones
Catch me in the end zone
High stepping prime time
What you n-ggas been on
Aint no blocking my shine
Like my new air Yeezy's, you can see me in the night
You wanna hate, have a nice time
While I get stupid paper, hey my dough aint in it's right mind
(Mind, mind)

[Chorus]
Now I don't really care what you call me
Just as long as you don't call me rude
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
"Goodnight it's over with" that's all she wrote
Streets like cold Chicago
Aint nothing knew I've seen it all before
But still I ball like no tomorrow
Goodnight it's over with that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote

[Eminem]
(?) never let these traits trick you
Mighty ambiguous of you to think I love slut, sh-t
Dig you a hole, take the shovell and dig you some dignity b-tch
sh-t you talk about some adivce that sticks with you
If I should listen to anyone tell me to stick to my guns
Like (?), it's you but f-ck 'em TIP, it's cold
It's chilling like the feeling like a penguin in this igloo eating fartsickles
I'd rather slip and fall in sh-t than fall in love with you
Before I tie a f-cking knot I'd tie you in one b-tch
You think this is some Nintendo game how f-cking dumb is you
I'll give you some mumps before I split some lump somes with you
So here's a penny for your thoughts
But it won't buy you a chesseburger, although a nickle might just give you one pickle
F-ck it, it's official so blow the whistle I got a trust issue
That's a bombshell, scud missle!
I got to cuss with you to f-ck...
This will teach you not to come drunk, stumble
(?)

[Chorus 2 - Eminem]
Now I don't really care what you call me
You can even call me cold
These b-tches know as soon as they saw me
It's never me to get the privilege to know 'em
I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go
Still I ball like there's no tomorrow

[T.I - Verse 3]
(?)
But don't get mad at me
Go blame the chick who wrote this sh-t
Ya life is sure a b-tch
But she know I'm rich
That why she give me what I want and I just throw her dick
Here I go again,
I kick this sh-t, give a damn, got it pouring in
Pay some euro, yeah, ah ha, I'm paid never gon be poor again
See me posted in anything, wearing any chain
Never gon see me toting anything
All you gon see is BANG!
It's so nice where I kick it,
Hate you never get to visit
Yeah I'm on another level
But you niggas still can get it
It's all over 'fore you finish
Sorry bro this road we end it
Wont give you the satisfaction (?)

[Eminem]
Yeah, I said I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief
I'm giving these hoes a dose of there own medicine
Let em get a good taste of it
I'm sure you got that relationship
You know by know, but in case you didn't
This is so bad, stick a nose to your forehead and staple it
Life is too short and I got no time to just sit around wasting it
So I pace this sh-t a little quicker
That clock comer racing in double time
But I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time
It may take you pricks to catch on
While you strong arm like stretch armstrong
Man I still say (?) like there's an apostrophe, that's on it dog
And they say McDonalds isn't a restaurant well I guess I'm wrong
But if you gon tell me that the A&W aint the spot for the best hot dogs you can get the "F" on dawg

[Eminem]
Now I don't really care what you call me
You can even call me cold
[T.I]
I bet thye knew as soon as they saw me
Goodnight it's over with, that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote
[Eminem]
I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go
Still I ball like there's no tomorrow
Good night is over with that's all she wrote

[T.I]
All she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote
I said it's over with
That's all she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote
"Goodnight it's over with" that's all she wrote

T.I. - Dying In Your Arms Lyrics Video Mp3 Download ft. Jazmine Sullivan

* Artist : T.I. ft. Jazmine Sullivan
* Song : Dying In Your Arms
* Album : No Mercy



New amazing song by Grammy-winning rapper, T.I. called "Dying In Your Arms" surfaced recently. Featuring R&B and soul music singer, Jazmine Sullivan, it is expected to be featured in his next seventh studio album 'No Mercy' (Previously King Uncaged) set to be released on December 7, 2010.

Watch T.I. - Dying In Your Arms ft. Jazmine Sullivan Music Video here




T.I. Dying In Your Arms Lyrics :-

Say girl
Ay, been holding on to you all night
So all my body feel wrong but its all right
I know you probably thinking you don’t even know me (I Know)
But girl the club in the close what it gon’ be
I’m tryna tell you when your place hit the poppin’
808 get you droppin‘ [?]
So much temptation when her waist get the rockin’
And her eyes in a locket
Can’t stop it girl i’m ready to die
I say i’m ready to die

So don’t let go of me now
Cause i’m dying in your arms tonight
Tell all my people around
That i’ll see them in the after life
Cause something this big can’t get that bad
So I really don’t think again
Never ever come down
Your love has got me feelin’ like
Imma die in your arms tonight
(You could be dying in the hands of a better man)
(So is you ready to die)
Imma die in your arms tonight (Girl is you ready to die)
(You could be dying in the hands of a better man)
(Girl is you ready to die)
(Hey is you ready to die)

Hey living is over ratted
I see heaven when you make it
In your eyes in your thighs girl
I swear to god
Ive been waitin’ so i’m patient
Yeah, for you to take it off
Thoughts in my head are racing all day by chasing your waterfall
See time is of the essence
I got none to waste it all
Ain’t that a lesson so childish games I don’t play it all
My partner say i’m whip they be hatin’ I know why
In your arms girl i’m ready to die
I say i’m ready to die

So don’t let go of me now
Cause i’m dying in your arms tonight
Tell all my people around
That i’ll see them in the after life
Cause something this big can’t get that bad
So I really don’t think again
Never ever come down
Your love has got me feelin’ like
Imma die in your arms tonight

This might be the last night that they see me
So tell everyone that I love
Got this mess through my heart completely
So I won’t (I won’t)
Be coming back (Come back)
Cause i’m sprung

So don’t let go of me now
Cause i’m dying in your arms tonight
Tell all my people around
That i’ll see them in the after life
Cause something this big can’t get that bad
So I really don’t think again
Never ever come down
Your love has got me feelin’ like

So don’t let go of me now
Cause i’m dying in your arms tonight
Tell all my people around
That i’ll see them in the after life
Cause something this big can’t get that bad
So I really don’t think again
Never ever come down
Your love has got me feelin’ like
Imma die in your arms tonight
(You could be dying in the hands of a better man)
(So is you ready to die)
Imma die in your arms tonight (Girl is you ready to die)
(You could be dying in the hands of a better man)
(Girl is you ready to die)
Imma die in your arms tonight (Girl is you ready to die)
(You could be dying in the hands of a better man)
(Girl is you ready to die)
Imma die in your arms tonight (Girl is you ready to die)
(You could be dying in the hands of a better man)
(Girl is you ready to die)
(Hey is you ready to die)

T.I. - Pledge Allegiance To The Swag ft. Rick Ross :: Lyrics, Video, Mp3, Download

* Artist : T.I. ft. Rick Ross
* Song : Pledge Allegiance To The Swag
* Album : King Uncaged



Watch T.I. - Pledge Allegiance To The Swag ft. Rick Ross Music Video here



T.I. Pledge Allegiance To The Swag Lyrics :-

[Intro]
Ay count that money for me partner
Ay Ross make sure that nigga got that shit right, ya hear me?
Ay, let a motherfucker go ding, that’s a 150 thou
Yeah, that shit should add up to about 5.4
I be right back, I’m finna go get dressed
Tell tha nigga to gas up tha jet

[Chorus: T.I.]
I stay on my grind cause that come first
If he get outta line his feelings finna get hurt
All that’s on my mind is get that dough
He try me imma take you places you don’t wanna go
56 stacks of more and I’m in your town
Just to shake some booty home but it finna go down
Hear that click clack roll, better get back fast
Have attention when you see me pledge allegiance to the swag
Pledge allegiance to the swag [x8]

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Ay, I do my thang you don’t know
Off the motherfuckin’ chain, play the game how it go
I ain’t in the game still imma problem on the low
Whip them thangs well just know I know who got it for the low
Triple O.G. so sucker free, I swear
You don’t know me homie you can get the fuck from round here
I don’t care who you will, who you with or who you know
Let’s be clear, I’m a motherfuckin’ G and you a hoe
Keep that Remy XO pulled up, bankrolled, swole up
Smell money in the air soon as I roll up, ayyy
I’m the coolest in the city bitch
While you lame trippin’ on that goofy stupid silly shit
Who you ever seen it really did, super fly filthy rich, any with it killin’ shit
Came in that bitch with my ego and got cash
I demand you to raise your hand and
Pledge Allegiance To The Swag

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
World got no money call me David Copperfield
A bitch’ll disappear or the bitch will disappear
We control the corners, that’s usual politics
Push a button from the mansion, hit you with a hollow tip
We two different niggas, I’m servin’, he sniffing his
And I love that new Bugatti, how that bitch be shifting gears
Movin’ how I move, I fuck with a selected few
Aviators and Audemars, tha bezel flourescent blue
Down south nigga, had to climb up out the barrel
Outfox these niggas, now we rock out on apparrel

Pledge allegiance to the swag cause this shit is top notch
Jumpin’ in and outta bitches like I’m playin’ hopscotch
Jumpin’ in and outta sixes like I got a car lot
And I got the type of digits that your bitch’ll dial by
Young niggas bow down to the kings
In the presence of a Don, pay respect, kiss my ring

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: T.I.]
The Enzo off set, neck, wrist frosty
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Deal ain’t hundred mil, you ain’t talkin’ bout shit
Nigga wanna beef, he get the whole cal quick
If you talking bout some paper step into my office
On some pimp house shit, written out chicks,
Fuck ‘em from behind, they be spitting out dick
Excuse me now but if I may make an announcement
I smoke no more but when I did I was blowin’ ounces of gas
Ask the feds what I had when they found me
We down with whatever, don’t interrupt my countin’
Ballin’ on a daily basis, call my accountant
Only time you make it rain when you throwin’ change in a fountain
Flow sick, crazy, derranged, need counselin’
He say I ain’t all that, she say I’m outstandin’
Them lames all cheesy, square’s outta season
When you see my swag, nigga, pledge your allegiance

[Chorus]

[T.I Talking]
Ay my n-gga I’m the type of stars and stripes you know what I’m saying,
you come f-ck with me on that bullsh-t you’ll be seeing Stars and Stripes n-gga, you understand that n-gga, say I’m lying, think its a game if you want to partna
Ay Ross I see you my n-gga, I bump that Maybach music n-gga when I’m playing music in my Maybach, ya dig
Aye listen, all you other sucker ass n-gga homeboys
I don’t see you dogg, you transparent, translucient dog
my n-gga get out my way n-gga let money get through here dog
you understand
say you n-ggas aint even on my muthaf-cking resume dog
aye my n-gga if I did take you out the game it was my pleasure to move you out my God Damn way you know what I’m saying
n-ggas say no more homes
nigga you could have died in the hand of another man, you know what I’m saying
n-gga I’m the best thing that ever happen to you, n-gga
you know, say homeboy
my worst muthf-cking mistake was the best you ever hope for
know what I’m saying, I forgot more sh-t than you could remember
n-gga, I got more muthaf-cking money in my chain draw than you got in your God damn bank roll n-gga
n-gga anytime you want to n-gga I match my change to your mutha-fcking dollars see who come up first know what I’m saying
big bank take little bank n-gga wassup…