"That's All She Wrote" as written by and Clifford J./mathers Harris....
Now I don't really care what you call me
Just as long as you don't call me bro'
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
"Goodnight its 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
Goodnight its over with that's all she wrote

Its stupid how I'm going on everybody knowing that
I'm sewing up the game, destroying like they hate me for it
Eventually see they cant 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
On the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stops
I just laugh at, nigga wishing it was 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 living life, you check to 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)

Now I don't really care what you call me
Just as long as you don't call me bro'
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
"Goodnight its 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

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 egg 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
Shoulda' known I was trouble soon as I rolled up,
Any chick who's coming up after I blind fold her,
She still comes back to my crib,
Must want me to mess with her mind hold up.
She must've took me for some high roller.
But I wont buy her a soda
Unless it's rock n' rye cola. (Satans cheaper)
Buy you a bag of fritos I wouldn't let you eat the fucking chip on my shoulder.
If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't die for ya
Tryna pull five bucks from me is like tryna pulling five molars
You get your eyes swole up I'm on my straight grizzly
So why would I buy you a gassed teddy you're already bi-polar

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
Its never me to get the privilege to know 'em
I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go
Still I ball like there's no tomorrow
Until its over and that's all she wrote

The credit roller, curtain closer, movie over with
But don't get mad at me
Go blame the chick who wrote this shit
Ya 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, they get to pouring in
Peso, Euro, yeah, ah ha, I'm paid never gon' be broke again
See me posted in anything, wearing any chain
Never gon' see me toting anything
All you gon' see is bang!
Its so nice where I kick it,
Hate you never get to visit
Yeah I'm on another level
But you niggas still can get it
Its all over 'fore you finish
Sorry bro this road we end it
Won't give you the satisfaction of me giving you the business

Yeah I guess life is a bitcha ain't it Tip
And this one can say this shit
Shirt off my back, I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief
I'm giving these hoes a dose of there own medicine
Let em get a good taste of it
I'm sure you got that relationship memo by now,
But in case you didn't
This is so bad, better stick your nose to your forehead and staple it
Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wasting it
So I pace this shit a little bit quicker
That clock come racing in double time in it
But I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time
It may take you pricks to catch on
While you strong arm like Stretch Armstrong
Man I still say K-mart's like there's an apostrophes on it dog
And they say McDonald's isn't a restaurant well I guess I'm wrong
But if you gon' tell me that the A & W
Ain't the spot for the best hot dogs you can get the "F" on dog

And on my throne I remain, all alone in my lane
I'm as strong as they came
They were gone 'fore they came
Now I don't wanna hang, I slap fire with them rap guys
They just wanna sabotage my hustle shawty that's why (why, why)

Now I don't really care what you call me
You can even call me cold
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
Goodnight it's over with, that's all she wrote
I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go
But still I ball like there's no tomorrow
Good night is over with that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote
I said its over with
That's all she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote
"Goodnight it's over with" that's all she wrote


Lyrics submitted by redvelvet

"That's All She Wrote" as written by Lukasz Gottwald Marshall B. Iii Mathers

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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    General CommentWhat's the point of this part?

    "man I still say K-mart's like theres an apostrophe-S on it dog
    and they say McDonalds isn't a restaurant well I guess I'm wrong
    but if you gon tell me that the A&W aint the spot for the best hot dogs you can get the 'F' on dawg"
    fabcaton December 18, 2010   Link
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    General Comment"All She Wrote"
    (feat. Eminem)

    [Chorus: T.I.]
    Now I don't really care what you call me
    Just as long as you dont call me rude
    I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
    "Goodnight its over with" thats 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 its over with" thats all she wrote
    All she wrote, all she wrote
    I said "it's over with" thats all she wrote
    All she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote
    "Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote

    [Verse 1: T.I.]
    Its 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 cant 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
    Its 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 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 dont call me rude
    I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
    "Goodnight its over with" thats 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 its over with" thats 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, its you but fuck it TIP, its cold
    Its 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, its official so blow the whistle I got a trust issue
    Theres 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
    Its 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 its over and its 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, got it pouring in
    Pay some euro, yeah, ah ha, I'm paid never gon be poor again
    See me posted in anything, wearing any chain
    Never gon' see me tote in anything
    All you gon' see is BANG!
    Its so nice where I kick it
    Hate you never get to visit
    Yeah I'm on another level
    But you niggas still can get it
    Its all over before you finish
    Sorry bro this road we end it
    Won't give you the satisfaction of me giving you the business

    [Verse 4: Eminem]
    Yeah I guess life is a bitch ain't it TIP
    And each one thinks "Say this shit"
    Shirt off my back I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief
    I'm giving these hoes a dose of there own medicine
    Let em get a good taste of it
    I'm sure you got that relationship memo by now
    But in case you didn't
    This is so bad, put a sticky note to your forehead and staple it
    Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wasting it
    So I pace this shit a little bit quicker
    That clock comer racing in double time
    But I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time
    It may take you pricks to catch on
    While you strong arm like Stretch Armstrong
    Man I still say K-mart like theres an apostrophe "S" on it dog
    And they say McDonalds isn't a restaurant well I guess I'm wrong
    But if you gon tell me that the A&W aint the spot for the best hot dogs you can get the "F" on dawg

    [Bridge: T.I.]
    And on my throne I remain, all alone in my lane
    I’m as strong as they came
    They were gone ‘fore they came
    Now I don’t wanna hang, I slap fire with them rap guys
    They just wanna sabotage my hustle shawty thats why

    [Eminem]
    Now I don't really care what you call me
    You can even call me cold

    [T.I.]
    I bet the knew as soon as they saw me
    "Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote

    [Eminem]
    I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go

    [T.I. & Eminem]
    But still I ball like no tomorrow
    "Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote
    All she wrote, all she wrote
    I said "it's over with" thats all she wrote
    All she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote
    "Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote



    [Thanks to TNas11 for these lyrics]
    [Thanks to siddhant for correcting these lyrics]
    initialgon December 19, 2010   Link
  • 0
    General CommentI just posted the right lyrics. I copied it from the azlyrics. I think SMZ should got its lyrics right when post the lyrics. That's a hard work. Maybe the site hasn't got so many fans to correct those lyrics. And i can hardly believe that only one guy has commented on the song.I think it's great. Eminem did quite a good job here.Fast and strong.I remember that when I listened to TI's Dead and Gone for the first time,I was really shocked for his speed and clearness. Eminem has come back,with the equal quality.
    initialgon December 19, 2010   Link
  • 0
    General Comment"I'm chilling like a villain like the penguin in his fucking igloo eating fudgcicles"
    cetaphoaon February 20, 2011   Link

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