JT Money Lyrics

JT Money Lyrics

"That's How I Feel Lyrics"

Are You Man Enough? Lyrics
Get a gun to protect yourself from someone else with a gun Being armed up to the teeth that means you don't have to run Better safe than being sorry,better alive than being dead Better him than me you say as you aim your gun at his head You live your life at gunpoint don't be scared be prepaired It's peace you say that you fight for but it's war you declare<

* appears on and is credited to the Luke album listed

JT: Yo, bring me some cuts in (scratches) ... blast a final round ...
one punch and they're down ... don't be sweatin' me like no bloodhound
... know I'm sayin'? For yo' ass can't be found, know I'm sayin'? Doin'
it like dat! Peep game.

Verse 1: JT Money
Well here I come, watch the way I rip on the dope tip
That suckas cannot cope wit, they get they fuckin' throat slit
Oh shit! It's that nigga JT,
Rippin' shit with my nigga L-U-K-E
In the new, 'cause I rule like a motherfucker
Don't give a fuck, plus I'm down to start (?), sucka!
Now if you're comin' with the same ol',
Snatch your heart out your chest like that nigga named Kane-O
I
You Must Fall Lyrics
The claws of death await you Soul less on your deathbed The witches dance in circles As your manhood fades away When the world of glass shatters A shapeshifter appears before you Exposing your loathsome self Life does not forgive weakness This is all but falseness You have nothing, you are nothing I shall reveal your truth I Am t
'm all around that, 'cause I'm that nigga,
That'll fuck you up like a gallon of liquor
Put the fuck-shit up in the 9-4
Always fuckin' fine hoes and chargin' like rhinos
So niggas please don't test this
'Cause if you test this, that must mean you got a death wish
Oh yes, it's, me and Capt' Dick,
Suckas can't see or hang with this rap shit!
And you know you can't follow this
Try to swallow this, and yo' punk ass will catch a hollow tip
In the lip, so you niggas better chill
With the ill, 'cause that's just how a nigga feel, word!!

[Step up, what up?]
[That's how I feel!]

Verse 2: JT Money
Fuck-niggas who try to diss get a fist in they mouthpiece
I represent the South-East, niggas know abou
Saving Grace Lyrics
I've really made a fool of myself I hit the wall but it never bothered you at all oohhh My pony bolted out too soon Left me howling at the moon Chorus: You are my saving grace (oo my saving grace) You put me in my place (you put me in my place) I see your smiling face (I see your smiling face) The clouds dissapper, and blue skies fill th
these
Skills that I rip on a regular
Put yourself ass crop ahead with my cellular telephone
And it's on like that with the glocks
You'd think I was Luke the way I make you fuck-niggas hot
So don't stop, get it, get it, plus I'm wit it
And if you think you want some, well nigga, come and get it
'Cause my shit is just too dope,
Three dope, four dope, niggas know I'm no joke
Capt. Dick told me to drop some rough shit
Throw up your set and I bet you'll get dust quick
Y'all motherfuckers know me
If I was out West, nigga, I'd be claimin' OG
So don't front on the skills
It's like that, motherfucker, that's just how a nigga feel, word!

[Step up, what up?]
[That's how I feel!]

Outro: LukeNo Doubt Lyrics
Chorus (x 2) No doubt Hold tight Till the break of dawn Till the break of light Say yes, yes ya'll To the right beat Get up everybody's bout to leave their feet Get down everybody's bout to lose their seat I be huntin down crews like Pacino in Heat Puttin phsycology in your biology No scientolgy Dianedic anistedic Y
R> See, fuck-niggas, we feel a certain kind of way down here, certain kind of
way that y'all niggas might not understand, y'know? Personally, we feel
like y'all niggas fuck-niggas! That's how we really feel. Me and JT Money,
the rest of the group, we feel that way, to tell y'all niggas somethin'. You
could be a hoe-ass nigga, you could be a bitch-ass nigga, you could be a
nigga that suck our dicks, if you wanna be that nigga. Don't get scared,
fuck-nigga. 'Cause we gots no love for you, nigga, we gots NO love for yo'
bitch, nigga, we gots NO love for yo' friend, nigga -- real niggas down here.
Yo, JT Money, yours truly -- FUCK y'all hoe-ass niggas.

[Step up, what up?]
[That's how I feel!]



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