the old me's dead and gone (dead and gone) (x2) Verse 2 (T.I.) I aint never been scared, I lived through tragic Situations coulda been dead lookin back
I just call it life, I'm still the same as day 1 I dont get caught in all the hype. So wussup Dash? I can't call ha Ike I guess they don't see Paul all
appointments I blew paper with you, not a joint bitch I say bitch when I?m tryna make a point bitch Other times I call it how I see it I won?t give you
[Chorus] Cuz now I ain't wit cha, know that I miss ya, some how I carry on I can still picture, when I was wit cha like you was never gone I remember
like he feel I boned Britney (uh) I really don't get me (uh), I really won't get me YEAH! [Chorus] I think y'all know by now that I ain't nothin to be fucked with (yeah) I
baby Don't listen to that sh-t Don't mind them, they just talking baby They know they can't f-ck with me baby (That mean they can't f-ck with you) You
ya dead wrong (dead wrong) dead wrong (dead wrong) (*Talks*)Know I'm saying, when I walk in the motherfuckin club niggas be hatin, but guess what I see
I don't make it, I wanna tell my people I love em Wish I could jump up out my casket, and hug em Just in case I don't make it, I hope they keep on jamming
out in public, don't you come at me wrong Disrespect me if you want, hoe I'ma slug at your dome Be damned if I miss, but I'm too cool don't trick yourself
it ain't no escaping I'm a trend setter with a beretta, for real it ain't no faking I done showed up and I poured up then, I blowed up like yeast Diamonds
rid of me Fin to be, found dead and deceased This ain't no game, ain't a damn thing changed Cause I came, to bring the pain Glock ass still fits, running
No matter what she says, she still got to suck 'em 'Cause bitches will be bitches even when I'm dead Riiight! And if I can't fuck, then I'll take some
what somebody be tellin Know there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin! Don't want to be another number I got a fuckin gang of weed to keep
the middle of the night, I wanna piss on his head I want that sonova bitch dead, I want him dead I want him dead, I don't care
wasn't meant to be, was I wrong? But I'll never get to know, so I carry on It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born My words to my first
I guess these muthafuckas tryin' to take me out the business right I guess I ain't East Coast enough for my niggas back in New York and I ain't West Coast
dead - niggaz put prices on my head Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead Now I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me for
