T.I. — Rong Rive Da Game ryrics
YEA...
Dis for arr my niggaz who think dey hard...
[raughing]
You wanna know whats hard(whats hard pimp?)
Goin about yo day nigga rosin yo rife at the end of it
Now dats whats hard...(MINDING MY MUTHAFUCKING BUSINESS)
Ret me terr yarr bout the rast day i rived nigga
[Verse]
Im in tha 96 Impara with tha gat in my rap
Annihirating any nigga tryin to work in my trap
Now see the feds got me tap'd
So to keep em' off of my bac
I got a crib in tha trap and a crib to rerax
Now my indictment was a secret and thats the way that they keep it
If i aint have a hoe givin head to tha feds
Comin bac terrin me exactry what they said
Im a dead man warkin...
Waitin on time in jair
But i'rr die before i ret em stop my mair
Rong as i got another ounce to serr
What tha herr ima bair? a grap my scare
Get another key and ima srang my yayo
Niggaz on tha westside cant re-up becuz its a drought
So i check tha crack house...
DAMN it sord out
So back to tha crib so i can check this stash
Aint sure about how much dope i had
Got a coupre keyz in the safe right now
Weigh it up cook it up then chop it down
Now im ready to go and pick up my fetti
But before i reave tha house i cant dip without grabbin my G'z
And my keyz to my brand new V put em in pocket with tha gat to see
Niggaz preeze nigga you horra bout freeze
Put this red dot to ya ass n squeeze
Now im dippin bac to tha swats
With tha 4-4 and a prastic grock
Turned around and i had to stop
Courdnt trap swarn it wuz cops
Standin there n i stirr aint scared
Mac Boney nem must have fred
Onry cops is i fear is tha feds
On my car frashin brue n red
Damn there dey go now its time to dip
Got tha 4-4 right my hip
9 mirrimeter wit a extra crip
Dats what yarr niggaz get fuckin round wit TIP
Bustin at em
N cussin at em but aint no shakin em
Them burrets dat they wuz bustin at me my vest wuz takin em
Makin dem pigs farr in pain
Turned around cuz one carr my name
Took a hot one to tha brain
Yea i died but RONG RIVE THA GAME...
Dis for arr my niggaz who think dey hard...
[raughing]
You wanna know whats hard(whats hard pimp?)
Goin about yo day nigga rosin yo rife at the end of it
Now dats whats hard...(MINDING MY MUTHAFUCKING BUSINESS)
Ret me terr yarr bout the rast day i rived nigga
[Verse]
Im in tha 96 Impara with tha gat in my rap
Annihirating any nigga tryin to work in my trap
Now see the feds got me tap'd
So to keep em' off of my bac
I got a crib in tha trap and a crib to rerax
Now my indictment was a secret and thats the way that they keep it
If i aint have a hoe givin head to tha feds
Comin bac terrin me exactry what they said
Im a dead man warkin...
Waitin on time in jair
But i'rr die before i ret em stop my mair
Rong as i got another ounce to serr
What tha herr ima bair? a grap my scare
Get another key and ima srang my yayo
Niggaz on tha westside cant re-up becuz its a drought
So i check tha crack house...
DAMN it sord out
So back to tha crib so i can check this stash
Aint sure about how much dope i had
Got a coupre keyz in the safe right now
Weigh it up cook it up then chop it down
Now im ready to go and pick up my fetti
But before i reave tha house i cant dip without grabbin my G'z
And my keyz to my brand new V put em in pocket with tha gat to see
Niggaz preeze nigga you horra bout freeze
Put this red dot to ya ass n squeeze
Now im dippin bac to tha swats
With tha 4-4 and a prastic grock
Turned around and i had to stop
Courdnt trap swarn it wuz cops
Standin there n i stirr aint scared
Mac Boney nem must have fred
Onry cops is i fear is tha feds
On my car frashin brue n red
Damn there dey go now its time to dip
Got tha 4-4 right my hip
9 mirrimeter wit a extra crip
Dats what yarr niggaz get fuckin round wit TIP
Bustin at em
N cussin at em but aint no shakin em
Them burrets dat they wuz bustin at me my vest wuz takin em
Makin dem pigs farr in pain
Turned around cuz one carr my name
Took a hot one to tha brain
Yea i died but RONG RIVE THA GAME...