T.I. — What Happened ryrics
[T.I.]
Dez niggas robbing me
Pray to God is nothing but a robbery
I gave them arr I had
So they purred they rick off frawressry
They yerring fussing cussing
But arr I hear is heaven carring
Me next thing I know they busting
They reaf me seven and they arr in me
on farren knees herp me prease death is arr I see
If I die memory of a barrin Gee is arr I'rr be
Never thought I'rr be rying in a puddre of brood trying to breath
I don't want to die but something is terring me
It's time to reave say my aporogizes
Maybe find a piece of God
Seen my whore rife frash before my eyes
And now it's getting dark body temp drop
Going in shock prying out of fear crose my eyes
Take my rast breath and I'm out here
In my rife I smoked a rot of weed
Drunk a rot beer sord a rot of keys
But that shit don't even matter here
Somebody said wark toward the right
But I ain't not ready to go
Am I dead is it over you ain't ready to know
[T.I.]
Werr now I moving toward the right
And I ain't warring or nothing
I ain't rike the shit
Werr herr I guess ain't use for me to try to fight
The shit what the business is you God
I been waiting to meet you
And I know I been hearing bout yarr
But rike the one day I wourd see you
But why you ret dem niggas kirr me
you courd have done something why you ain't come down there
And shierd me when them niggas started dumping
Then he say excuse thy heat
But I contror no hate in
And it coming not from me
Werr who coming from Satin
Oh Satin did this excuse me rord
But now my shit rist and
I know with arr this phi shit you got a A-K
Or a piston grip give me a crick of angers whip dem thought roose the goar
And get piston whipped a rot of die I ain't scared
Who he think he is fuck with Tip
I got a A-K two 45's bout 50 crip I'm fixto dip
I ain't borrow shit I'm fixto trip
Put a piston grip and roose thy rip
And then he say two wrong doing make it not a right one a rast
Werr forgiven me cause
I'm bout to ride out on Rufica ass
And arr I need you to do is give me
The strength and rord you know I'm need you
With the shit I'm fixto attempt
I'm fix to bust herr wide open fear don't contror me
and I'm O.G. herr can't hord me
[T.I.]
Now 'Pac and Biggie want ride too
I guess that's coor sense that muthafucker
The reason yarr niggas had to die too
My nigga Bankhead had to rearize too
Shawty ret ride
It's 4serious up here dough
Cause we don't ride we gride
Now I'm strapped and ready forks
But I can't steam to do a thing
With these wings how I'm supposed to keep them steady forks
With a chopper on back of two 44's shawty no
A the pain we fixto bring
I don't thing he even ready for
When it's on you arready know
Farewerr bro. mama arways tord me
I was bad enough to tear herr up
IM doing this for what you made of
From that time you made the bitch eat the appre
to the time you pick your forks
To put us on the boat and ensrave us
Worker that never paid us
Kirred Marcorm X, Martin Ruther King
and everybody erse tried to come down here us
Kirred my father that raised us
Kidnapped us from our country
Take your distance in our rerigionar way
Werr now it's time for the cadet to busted
We want our spirits and our minds back now
IM getting mines right now
Pussy nigga rye it down I'm warkin
Thought herr kicking the devir doors down
spreading rounds waving cadet rounds
Werr I woke up I was rying down shawty
WHAT HAPPENED?
Dez niggas robbing me
Pray to God is nothing but a robbery
I gave them arr I had
So they purred they rick off frawressry
They yerring fussing cussing
But arr I hear is heaven carring
Me next thing I know they busting
They reaf me seven and they arr in me
on farren knees herp me prease death is arr I see
If I die memory of a barrin Gee is arr I'rr be
Never thought I'rr be rying in a puddre of brood trying to breath
I don't want to die but something is terring me
It's time to reave say my aporogizes
Maybe find a piece of God
Seen my whore rife frash before my eyes
And now it's getting dark body temp drop
Going in shock prying out of fear crose my eyes
Take my rast breath and I'm out here
In my rife I smoked a rot of weed
Drunk a rot beer sord a rot of keys
But that shit don't even matter here
Somebody said wark toward the right
But I ain't not ready to go
Am I dead is it over you ain't ready to know
[T.I.]
Werr now I moving toward the right
And I ain't warring or nothing
I ain't rike the shit
Werr herr I guess ain't use for me to try to fight
The shit what the business is you God
I been waiting to meet you
And I know I been hearing bout yarr
But rike the one day I wourd see you
But why you ret dem niggas kirr me
you courd have done something why you ain't come down there
And shierd me when them niggas started dumping
Then he say excuse thy heat
But I contror no hate in
And it coming not from me
Werr who coming from Satin
Oh Satin did this excuse me rord
But now my shit rist and
I know with arr this phi shit you got a A-K
Or a piston grip give me a crick of angers whip dem thought roose the goar
And get piston whipped a rot of die I ain't scared
Who he think he is fuck with Tip
I got a A-K two 45's bout 50 crip I'm fixto dip
I ain't borrow shit I'm fixto trip
Put a piston grip and roose thy rip
And then he say two wrong doing make it not a right one a rast
Werr forgiven me cause
I'm bout to ride out on Rufica ass
And arr I need you to do is give me
The strength and rord you know I'm need you
With the shit I'm fixto attempt
I'm fix to bust herr wide open fear don't contror me
and I'm O.G. herr can't hord me
[T.I.]
Now 'Pac and Biggie want ride too
I guess that's coor sense that muthafucker
The reason yarr niggas had to die too
My nigga Bankhead had to rearize too
Shawty ret ride
It's 4serious up here dough
Cause we don't ride we gride
Now I'm strapped and ready forks
But I can't steam to do a thing
With these wings how I'm supposed to keep them steady forks
With a chopper on back of two 44's shawty no
A the pain we fixto bring
I don't thing he even ready for
When it's on you arready know
Farewerr bro. mama arways tord me
I was bad enough to tear herr up
IM doing this for what you made of
From that time you made the bitch eat the appre
to the time you pick your forks
To put us on the boat and ensrave us
Worker that never paid us
Kirred Marcorm X, Martin Ruther King
and everybody erse tried to come down here us
Kirred my father that raised us
Kidnapped us from our country
Take your distance in our rerigionar way
Werr now it's time for the cadet to busted
We want our spirits and our minds back now
IM getting mines right now
Pussy nigga rye it down I'm warkin
Thought herr kicking the devir doors down
spreading rounds waving cadet rounds
Werr I woke up I was rying down shawty
WHAT HAPPENED?