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T.I.
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Clifford Harris
Songwriter:in
Keith McMasters
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Chris Gehringer
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Keith Mack
Produzent:in
Ray Seay
Mischtechniker:in
Letras
Let's go (ay, ay, ay, ay, ay.. ay, ay, ay)
Y'all gon' wish for a **** like me when I ain't here
Ya know what I'm sayin'? (think I'm lyin')
Say goodbye to the bad guy!
You don't appreciate a **** my type
Once I die, ain't no mo' **** my type
So just remember me right (you ain't gotta worry 'bout me no mo')
Just remember me right, hey, just remember me right
Hey, just remember me right, just remember me right
(But you gon' see is far worse than out there, hey!)
Bet you don't appreciate a **** my type
'Cause when I die, ain't no mo' **** my type
So just remember me right
Bet if I let them suckas kill me tonight
All them haters gon' be filled with delight
And God forgive me, aight?
I sacrifice so they could live my life
If necessary I'd give my life, so what you hear is my life
Reputation decorated with stripes
No need for cryin' at the end of my life, hey, just remember me right
When your back was against the wall, remember, where could you go?
Remember who helped you again like he helped you befo'
Went out they way to let you know that you ain't ever alone
They disrespect you, you come get who 'til they left you alone
He taught you how to be weak, he taught you how to be strong
Taught you not to accept defeat, you go all out or be gone
But it ain't the same in the streets now that he gone
He now in heaven on the throne exactly where he belong
Now he left millions devastated and his family mourned
Sons turn to grown men since they daddy been gone
Daughters grew, like him or not, he left his family on
Even prepaid the funeral service he had in the dome
And there they came to represent, for a stand-up gent
Who walked it like he talked it, always said what he meant
Impossible to stop him, had a head like cement
Maybe now you'll appreciate a **** like this (they might)
If they had only knew the man outside of the hype
No matter what the situation, he always try to do right
Still they gossip to told lies, used to take him for granted
Often find it hard to relate, somehow they can't understand it
'Cause that respect he gon' demand it, if there's a problem he handle it
Look adversity in the eye, he never ran from a challenge
They tried to knock him off balance when the Feds came and got him
Did the time on his head, came home, that ain't stop him
That's why them **** used to hate him but they girl used to jock him
Swear he had the kind of swagger made the world stop and watch him
Plus he possess so much hustle, made it impossible to top him
Got better every album, haters hate to see him drop 'em
They just talk shit from a distance, when he around, they playin' possum
He used to scare them suckas shitless, that's probably why them **** shot him
And what it took, ain't nothin' else they ever could or did about it
So go on, talk shit about him, least you ain't forgot about him
I see
Wanna say sorry to my momma, King and Lil' Mama
See me go through so much drama, you could stand a lil' thunder
Never let 'em see you sweat, stay cool as a cucumber
Stay ready for whatever, make 'em know I'ma do wonders
How he died? On his feet like a man with honor
Showed you the sky was the limit, you could do whatever you wanna
That's for Bubba and Domani, Deyjah and Neek-Neek
Don't worry 'bout me, Uncle Phil and Leiah's with me
See me wit'cha granddaddy - I know you gon' miss daddy
But life ain't always a dream, and horrible shit happens
Hate I let a **** kill me before I could quit rappin'
And get to spend mo' time wit'cha, I know we'da been happy
But I had to take in them chances, you probably woulda been trappin'
Long as I could keep that from happenin', ya pappy can die happy
Just keep the wind at ya back, and the sun at ya face
Remember winnin' in your blood, you were born with what it take, okay?
Hey y'all, with all my heart I apologize, man, I'm sorry
I tried, I did everythang I could, man, y'knowmsayin?
There was just more of them than there was me, ya dig?
They say you can't win 'em all
But shit, man, I gave them **** hell long as I could though, bruh
Heh, and you could put the money on that, HEY!
Written by: C. Harris, K. Mcmasters