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Coming live from the trap spot

Get everything from a slab to a laptop cocaine
Divide the haves from the havenots
Should twelve get on your ass, give em nothing but gas
Expecting nothing but money, spend it fast as it coming
In God we trust, for everyone else it's cash only nigga
(OK we broadcast live from the west side
Where the real niggas ride & the rest die
Ayy don't be out here talking bout shit that you don't know about
You catch a lick, you do your time, you don't testify

You keep your face card good & your nose clean
An Never trust the word of a dope fiend
Keep a strap at all times run them numbers up
If that ain't what you want you ain't one of us
Nigga we live & direct from the project
Where niggas ain't got shit to lose, they ain't got shit
So when they get a lil check, think they hot shit
A pyrex, in 9 outta 10 apartment
And hot shit, half price, nigga hot shit
And thot shit'll turn around every week, but it didn't, so you keep it
If the neck game ain't good if a lame nigga peep
Ayy we'll turn up through the week but on the weekend!
OK we broadcast live from the west side
Where the real niggas ride & the rest die
Ayy don't be out here talking bout shit that you don't know about
You catch a lick, you do your time, you don't testify
You keep your face card good & your nose clean
An Never trust the word of a dope fiend
Keep a strap at all times run them numbers up
If that ain't what you want you ain't one of us
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Broadcast Live Lyrics

Broadcast live

OK we broadcast live from the west side
Where the real niggas ride & the rest die
Ayy don't be out here talking bout shit that you don't know about
You catch a lick, you do your time, you don't testify
You keep your face card good & your nose clean
An Never trust the word of a dope fiend
Keep a strap at all times run them numbers up
If that ain't what you want you ain't one of us
Nigga we broadcast live
From a hellhole

You sell blow, better get enough to get an elbow
Or you ain't shit
You be the man when you seen bricks
And not before that
It ain't gon be no sucka shit, you better know that
Prepare for the gunplay, you'll encounter it one day
Happen to catch me wit it, then I'm back on the frontpage
Just play this shit how it go & follow the g-code
They so far up on niggas they think that you got a cheatcode
All I ever wanted was a widebody Benz
And a bad bitch who ain't got no widebodied friends
Ain't never gotta live hand to mouth
Long as I can keep the cheetah up off me at the gamblin' house
OK we broadcast live from the west side
Where the real niggas ride & the rest die

Ayy don't be out here talking bout shit that you don't know about

You catch a lick, you do your time, you don't testify
You keep your face card good & your nose clean
An Never trust the word of a dope fiend
Keep a strap at all times run them numbers up
If that ain't what you want you ain't one of us
Nigga we broadcast live
From the gutta
Nigga get high with they mother
To take they mind off they father, go do some time for they brother
Boy you get caught with that bundle, better not point at another
Fore you get hit with a title, from which you never recover
My Uncle Man tell me, "Boy you better be a man
You better fight, they whoop your ass, then you fight again"...damn

Coming live from the trap spot

Get everything from a slab to a laptop cocaine
Divide the haves from the havenots
Should twelve get on your ass, give em nothing but gas
Expecting nothing but money, spend it fast as it coming
In God we trust, for everyone else it's cash only nigga
(OK we broadcast live from the west side
Where the real niggas ride & the rest die
Ayy don't be out here talking bout shit that you don't know about
You catch a lick, you do your time, you don't testify

You keep your face card good & your nose clean
An Never trust the word of a dope fiend
Keep a strap at all times run them numbers up
If that ain't what you want you ain't one of us
Nigga we live & direct from the project
Where niggas ain't got shit to lose, they ain't got shit
So when they get a lil check, think they hot shit
A pyrex, in 9 outta 10 apartment
And hot shit, half price, nigga hot shit
And thot shit'll turn around every week, but it didn't, so you keep it
If the neck game ain't good if a lame nigga peep
Ayy we'll turn up through the week but on the weekend!
OK we broadcast live from the west side
Where the real niggas ride & the rest die
Ayy don't be out here talking bout shit that you don't know about
You catch a lick, you do your time, you don't testify
You keep your face card good & your nose clean
An Never trust the word of a dope fiend
Keep a strap at all times run them numbers up
If that ain't what you want you ain't one of us
Nigga we broadcast live

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Clifford Joseph Harris Jr. (born September 25, 1980 in Bankhead, Atlanta, Georgia), better known by his stage name T.I., and also by his alter ego T.I.P., is a Grammy award winning American rapper, producer, actor, and co-CEO of Grand Hustle Records. In 2001 he released his debut solo album, I'm Serious through Arista Records. Since then he has released 2003's Trap Muzik, 2004's Urban Legend, 2006's King, 2007's T.I. vs. T.I.P, 2008's Paper Trail, and his latest CD No Mercy released December 7, 2010. In March 2009 he was sentenced to one year and one day in prison and ordered to pay a $100,300 fine for felony weapons charges. When released from prison, he will be subject to an audit of his finances, drug counseling, DNA testing, random searches of his property and will not be able to own firearms.

As of October 2008, T.I. has had nine Top 10 Billboard Hot 100 singles, with 3 of them reaching number 1 ("My Love" by Justin Timberlake on which T.I. was featured, "Whatever You Like," & "Live Your Life" featuring Rihanna).

The Love This Life Songfacts reports that Love This Life, the first official single from T.I.'s eighth album, Trouble Man, was released on April 2, 2012 via YouTube.

T.I. is from Bankhead, Atlanta, Georgia and was raised by his grandparents. T.I. explained the origin of his nickname Rubber Band Man, saying, "We used to wear rubber bands to signify how much money, how much blow we had." He was nicknamed "Tip" after his paternal great-grandfather. Upon signing with Arista Records subsidiary LaFace Records in 2001, he shortened his name to T.I. out of respect for label mate Q-Tip.
T.I. has been in a relationship with former Xscape member Tameka "Tiny" Cottle since 2001. Together, they have two sons: King and Major Harris. He has three other children with ex-girlfriend Lashon Dixon: Domani, Messiah and Deyjah. Overall, T.I. has five children.

T.I. was co-executive producer of B.G.'s upcoming album and making beats for artists like Mariah Carey, Cassidy, Rick Ross, Maino, B.o.B., Yung Joc, Young Dro, and himself. He also executive produced the soundtrack to the film Hustle & Flow and released the collection through his record label. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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