T.I - That's All She Wrote ft. Eminem

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[Chorus: 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.]

it's stupid how I go in knowing everybody knowing that I'm

Sewing up the game, destroying like 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 caught, nigga kick rocks

You never did blend in with the big shots

it's on the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stops

I just laugh at, nigga wishing they were this hot

> Guess they mad at me huh, really pissed off (so)

Better that than pissed on

I'm the Jetsons you the Flintstones

Catch me in the end zone

High stepping prime time

Thought you niggas been on

Ain't no blocking my shine

Like my new air Yeezy's you can see me in the night time

I get rich off livin' life, he check the check reciting 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)

[Chorus: 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]

Your staring 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 eggs smeared on your face

Nights over goodbye, hoe

I thought that I told ya' the spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over

Never shoulda' came within Range of my Rover

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