What They Do
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[T.I.] Yea You already know what it is pimp (ay ay ay) T.I.P king of the motherfuckin' South (B Gezzy let's do it homie) Grand Hustle pimp (Choppa City in here) Got my nigga Block in this bitch Eastside represent (yeah) Westside Bankhead nigga Zone 1 A-town nigga (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) You know what it is Zone 3 Mechanicville Summer Hill nigga Pittsburgh (KLC let's ride) all my real niggaz ride ya'll know what's happenin' P.$.C. nigga [Verse 1: T.I.] Hey I could give you what you want, T.I.P.'s the hottest Gain what ya need, I could tell you all about it You could up in the streets, but it ain't no gettin' out it When I tell you I'ma G, pimp I'm really bein' modest I could tell bout the dope boys, hoes, and the ballers (ho) The pimps and the macks, real niggas that what they call us Hangin' in the trap cause dat's what our daddies' taught us Put 30's on a Lac to a Benz on brawlers Standin' on the corner, slagin' crack and stackin' dollars Till it's time to cop a brick and I'm tired of movin' quarters My dad wasn't a doctor and my momma wasn't a lawyer I ain't never had shit, congratulation is in order (still trappin') Tryin' ta get a meal for my sons and my daughter If I call a bad bitch wit connects down in Florida Say her daddy and her uncle still getting cross the wall ??? I'd be a motherfuckin' fool if I don't call her [Chorus] Ah what it is my nigga, what it do? (hey what it do) I gotta grip a twin, I'm finna buss a move (ah buss a move) Ah what it is my nigga, what it do? (hey what it do) I got the tool and I'm finna cut a fool (ah cut a fool) Hey what it do, what it do, what it do, hey what it do What it do my nigga what it do, hey what it do Hey what it do, what it do, what it do, hey what it do What it do my nigga what it do, hey what it do [Verse 2: B.G.] I'ma H-you-S-T-L-E-Rah If I don't know you then f*ck ya If I know you then I front ya (proper) But you gotta break me off You don't, I catch ya slippin' on the block and knock you off I know people, I get nice deals Get 'em $5 sell 'em $10 a pill I know people, big ki's for 13 If I f*ck witcha, ya get 'em for 16 I know people, get 'em 300 a pound Give 'em to ya for 500 if you my round I'ma hustler, holla at me Uptown I'm well connected with weed, white, slangin' that brown Come see a nigga want a nice 60 You real we swap work you fake its 20 g's It's like that, I done been through the struggle I'm runnin' Choppa City an fuckin' with Grand Hustle [Chorus] [Verse 3: T.I.] I got the eye of a tiger and the heart of a bear I'm the king of the jungle, you can follow me there Or you can hear it from these niggas who was hardly there Or take it from niggas who fought to make it a star to get here Several years ago I told myself I solemnly swear Forever be hard to kill, even harder to scare One reason why me and other cats is hard to compare Cause I'm fact, that's fiction, it hardly compares Bein' hated part of the game, pimp it's hard but it's fair Well I'ma be the best, hate me, see if I care But just know I'm raisin' the bar and I'm keepin' there And I'ma still ride clean, blowin' weed in the air With 2 or 3 bad bitches got they feet in the air Say they like when I smack on they ass and skeet in they hair Listen, I don't care if you got the song of the year Ya whole show shutin' down when the don appear [Chorus]
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