T.I. – That’s All She Wrote (feat. Eminem)

November 20, 2010

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“That’s All She Wrote” by T.I. featuring Eminem is a dynamic collaboration with compelling production and impactful lyrics. The song showcases both artists’ rap skills and remains a fan favorite in their discographies.” Check out the That’s All She Wrote Lyrics, Video, and Download here…

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T.I. ft Eminem – All She Wrote

That’s All She Wrote Lyrics

… Now I don’t really care what you call meJust as long as you don’t call me brokeI bet they knew as soon as they saw meGoodnight, it’s over with, that’s all she wroteStreets like cold ChicagoAin’t nothing new, I’ve seen it all beforeBut still I ball like no tomorrowGoodnight, it’s over with, that’s all she wroteAll she wrote, all she wrote

… I said, it’s over with, that’s all she wroteAll she wrote, all she wrote (yeah)Goodnight, its over with, that’s all she wrote

… It’s stupid how I go in, knowing everybody knowing thatI’m sewing up the game, destroying like they hate me for itEventually, see they can’t beat and then with me they joinOthers sworn under oath or banished, left completely scornedYou tell lies, get caught, nigga, kick rocksYou never did blend in with the big shotsOn the fast track, ain’t no need for no pit stopsI just laugh at nigga wishing they was this hotGuess they mad at me, huh? Really pissed offBetter that than pissed onI’m the Jetsons, you the FlintstonesCatch me in the end zoneHigh stepping, prime timeThought you niggas been onAin’t no blocking my shineLike my new Air Yeezys, you can see me in the night timeI get rich off living life, you check-to-check reciting rhymesSo call me what you want, wanna hate? Have a nice timeWhile I get stupid paper, hey, my dough ain’t in its right mind(Mind, mind)

… You’re staring straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fateNot even a slim chance to make a narrow escapeCupid shot his arrow and missedWait, Sarah, you’re late, your train leftMascara and eggs smeared on your faceNight’s over goodbye, hoeI thought that I told you that spilled nut ain’t nothing to cry overNever shoulda came within range of my RoverShoulda known I was trouble soon as I rolled upAny chick who’s dumb enough after I blindfold herTo still come back to the cribMust want me to mess with her mindHold upShe mistook me for some high-rollerWell, I won’t buy her soda unless it’s Rock & Rye Cola(Faygo’s cheaper)Buy you a bag of FritosI wouldn’t let you eat the fucking chip on my shoulderIf you was bleach and I was hair, I wouldn’t die for yaTryna pull five bucks from me is like tryna pull five molarsYou get your eyes swoll’ up, I’m on my straight grizzlySo why would I buy you a gay-ass teddy bearBitch, you’re already bi-polar

… Now I don’t really care what you call meYou can even call me coldThese bitches knew as soon as they saw meIt’s never me they’ll get the privilege to knowI roll like a desperadoNow I never know where I’m gonna goStill I ball like there’s no tomorrowUntil it’s over and that’s all she wrote

… The credit roll, the curtain close, the movie over with (that’s it)But don’t get mad at meGo blame the chick who wrote this shitYeah, life is sure a bitch (bitch)But she know I’m rich (I’m rich)That’s why she give me what I want and I just throw her dickHere I go againI kick this shit, give a damn, got it pouring inPesos, Euros, Yen, ah-ha, I’m paid, never gon’ be broke againSee me posted in anything, wearing any chainNever gon’ see me toting anythingAll you gon’ see is bangIt’s so nice where I kick itHate you never get to visitYeah, I’m on another levelBut you niggas still can get itIt’s all over ‘fore you finishSorry, bro, this where we end itWon’t give you the satisfaction of me giving you the business

… Yeah, I guess life is a bitch, ain’t it, Tip?And each one thinks they the shitShirt off my back? I wouldn’t give you the dirt off my handkerchiefI’m giving these hoes a dose of their own medicineLet ’em get a good taste of itI’m sure you got that relationship memo by nowBut in case you didn’tI’mma stick this whole pad full ofSticky notes to your forehead and staple itLife is too short and I got no time to sit around just wasting itSo I pace this shit a little bit quickerThat clock I’m racing it double time itBut I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the timeThat it may take you pricks to catch onWhile you strong arm like Stretch ArmstrongMan, I still say K-Mart’s like there’s an apostrophe-“S” on it, dawgAnd they say McDonald’s isn’t a restaurant, well, I guess I’m wrongBut if you’re gon’ tell me that A&W ain’t the spotFor the best hot dogs, you can get the “F” on, dawg

… And on my throne I remain, all alone in my laneI’m as strong as the KingThey were gone ‘fore they cameNow I don’t wanna hang, I slap five with them rap guysThey just wanna sabotage my hustle, shawty, that’s why

… Now I don’t really care what you call meYou can even call me coldI bet they knew as soon as they saw meGoodnight, it’s over with, that’s all she wroteI roll like a desperado, now I never know where I’m gonna goBut still I ball like there’s no tomorrowGoodnight it’s over with, that’s all she wroteAll she wrote, all she wroteI said, it’s over with, that’s all she wroteAll she wrote, all she wrote (yeah)Goodnight, it’s over with, that’s all she wrote

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