T.I. - That's All She Wrote (feat. Eminem)

[Chorus: T.I.] Now I don't really care what you call me Just as long as you don't call me rude 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 knew 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 than 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 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 receiting rhymes So call me what you want, wanna hate, have a nice time While I get stupid paper, hey my dough ain't in it's 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 rude 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 knew 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] Man TIP told me on this hoe tip, best tip I could give you to hyp you Is never to let these traits trick you Mighty ambiguous of you to think I love slut, shit Dig you a hole, take the shovel and dig you some dignity bitch Shit you talk about some advice that sticks with you If I should listen to anyone tell me to stick to my guns Like double stick, it's you but fuck it TIP, it's cold It's chilling like and feeling like the penguin in it's fucking igloo eating farcicals I'd rather slip and fall in shit than fall in love with you Before I tie a fucking knot I'd tie you in one bitch You think this is some Nintendo game how fucking dumb is you I'll give you some mumps before I split some lump somes with you So here's a penny for your thoughts But it won't buy you a chesseburger, although a nickle might just get you one pickle Fuck it, it's official so blow the whistle I got a trust issue There's a bombshell, scud missle! I got this cuss at you to fucking cuss at you Like before I rap there was some motherfucking stud Slut, this will teach you not to come drunk, stumbling my way fo shizzle I still live like I bought you the Gilbert slot checks stob bizzle So fuck sissors these checkers are bust like a blood blister [Chorus: Eminem] Now I don't really care what you call me You can even call me cold These bitches know as soon as they saw me It's never me to get the privilege to know I roll like a desperado Now I never know where I'm gonna go Still I ball like there's no tomorrow Until it's over and it's all she wrote [Verse 3: T.I.] The credit roller, curatin closer, movie over with But don't get mad at me Go blame the chick who wrote this shit Yeah life is sure a bitch But she know I'm rich That why she give me what I want and I just throw her dick Here I go again I kick this shit, give a damn,