T.I. - That's All She Wrote Lyrics
Featuring: Eminem
Send this Ringtone to your Cell[Hook: T.I.]
Now I don't really care what you call me
Just as long as you don't call me broke
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
"Goodnight, it's over with," that's all she wrote
Streets like cold Chicago
Ain't nothing new 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," that's all she wrote
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Yeah, ay
It's stupid how I go in knowin' everybody knowin'
That I'm sewin' up the game, destroyin' life, they hate me for it
Eventually see they can't beat then with me they join
Others sworn under oath or banished left completely scorn
You tell lies, get cut, n*gga kick rocks
You never did blend in with the big shots
On a fast track, ain't no need for no pit stop
I just laugh at, n*gga wishin' they 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-steppin' primetime
Thought you n*ggas been known, ain't no blockin my shine
Like my new Air Yeezy's you can see me in the nighttime
I get rich off livin' life, you check-to-check recitin' rhymes
So call me what you want, wanna hate? Have a nice time
While I get stupid paper, hey my dough ain't in its right mind, mind, mind
[Hook: T.I.]
Now I don't really care what you call me
Just as long as you don't call me broke
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
"Goodnight, it's over with," that's all she wrote
Streets like cold Chicago
Ain't nothing new I've seen it all before
But still I ball like no tomorrow
"Goodnight, it's over with," that's all she wrote
[Verse 2: Eminem]
You're starin' straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fate
Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape
Cupid shot his arrow and missed, wait, Sarah you're late
Your train left, mascara and egg smear on your face
Night's over, goodbye hoe, I thought that I told ya
That spilled nut ain't nothin' to cry over
Never shoulda came within Range of my Rover
Should known I was trouble soon as I rolled up
Any chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her
She still come back to the crib, must want me to mess with her mind, hold up
She mistook me for some high roller when I won't even buy her soda
Unless it's Rock & Rye cola (Satan's cheaper)
Buy you a bag of Fritos? I wouldn't let you eat the f*ckin' chip on my shoulder!
If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't dye/die for ya
Tryin to pull five bucks from me is like tryin' to pull five molars
You get your eyes swole up, I'm on my straight grizzly
So why would I buy you a gay ass teddy bear b*tch? You're already bi-polar!
[Hook: 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
Until it's over that's all she wrote
[Verse 3: T.I.]
The credit roller, curtain closer, movie over with
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
Peso, 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 n*ggas still can get it
It's all over 'fore you finish
Sorry bro this road we end it
Won't give you the satisfaction of me giving you the business
[Verse 4: Eminem]
Yeah, I guess life is a b*tch, ain't it TIP
And each one thinks they the sh*t
Shirt off my back, 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 memo by now
But in case you didn't
I'ma stick this whole pad of sticky notes to your forehead and staple it
Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wasting it
So I pace this sh*t a little bit quicker
That clock I'm racing it, double timing it
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, I'm like like Stretch Armstrong
Man I still say K-Mart like there's an apostrophe "S" on it dog
And they say McDonald's isn't a restaurant, well I guess I'm wrong
But if you gon' tell me that the A&W ain't the spot for the best hot dogs
You can get the "F" on dawg
[Bridge: T.I.]
And on my throne I remain, all alone in my lane
I'm as strong as they came
They were gone 'fore they came
Now I don't wanna hang, I slap fire with them rap guys
They just wanna sabotage my hustle shawty that's why
[Hook: T.I. & Eminem]
Now I don't really care what you call me
You can even call me cold
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
"Goodnight it's over with," that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote
I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go
Still I ball like there's no tomorrow
"Goodnight is over with," that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote
I said its over with
That's all she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote
"Goodnight it's over with," that's all she wrote
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[Em's verse from old version]
Man TIP told me on this hoe tip,
Best tip I could give you to hip you
Is never to let these traits trick you
Mighty ambiguous of you to think I love you slut, sh*t
Dig you a hole, take this shovel and dig you some dignity b*tch
Sh*t you talk about some advice that sticks with you
If I should listen to anyone tell me to stick to my guns
Like double stick, it's you but f*ck 'em TIP, it's cool
It's chilling like a villain like the penguin in his f*cking igloo eating fudgesicles
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 sums with you
So here's a penny for your thoughts
But it won't buy you a cheeseburger, but a nickel might just get you one pickle
F*ck it, it's official so blow the whistle I got a trust issue
There's a bombshell, scud missile!
I got this cuss at you to f*cking cuss at you
Like before I rapped I was some other f*cking stud
Slut, this will teach you not to come drunk, stumbling my way fo shizzle
I still live like I bought you the Gilbert slot checks stob bizzle
So f*ck scissors these checkers are bust like a blood blister
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