You Know What It Is lyrics
Song information
Artist: T.I. Album: T.I. Vs T.I.P.
Lyrics
T.i. you know what it is lyrics
(Wycleff) A-boy Don't spill mah drink boy Pull it Now listen
(Ti) Grand hustle, homie
(Wycleff) Everybody report to the floor Dance floor Wycleff All hands on deck
(Ti) Boy you what it is Ey ey ey ey ey ey ey ey
(Chorus) I'm a real nigga homie Tell 'em six fingas on me Got a pistol You don't want it Boy, you know what it is I'm way flyer My pay's way higher If they ever mention style Boy, you know what it is Bout that drama You don't want no problems Line up that llama Boy, you know what it is Ey I get money All I got is big money This is all she get from me Boy, you know what it is
Ey ey ey ey ey ey Boy, you know what it is
(Verse 1)
The wait is over, here we go again I'm back in the play I'll sell another couple mil' And take it back to the "a" Take that other couple mil' and put it back in the safe Five cash for the crib On the back of the lake I'm a big crucial two steppa with the gat in the way Ti ain't in the street no more fo fo is what they say We aint tryin when you see em boy you have to be great Pistol hit ya in ya face your teeth'll have to be replaced Thats if ya like it nigga trust me it wont hurt me to take A hundred thousand to dem haitians you done heard it today
(Chorus)
(Verse 2) Women sweatin when they see me im apparently hot Had the album of the year nigga grammy or not Remember all day I used to stand in the spot Wit two revolvers in my pocket pitchin handlin rocks Now im chart toppin there aint a car I aint got Im the number 1 customer at my own car lot You wanna know how much I make just imagine a lot Even though im probly gettin more than you'd imagine I got Listen close I need to know if you understand me or not Because you're disrespectin me you and you're man will be shot
(Chorus) (Verse 3) Well from the king of the south to the king of the states Ridin in a car you probly never seen in the states No idea how much yay I could bring in the states Well you can get a hundred on for a million a day Frank lucas aint the only onw who made a million a day But this is an american gangsta right here in ya face You dont wanna see psc or tha c wit a k You think of runnin up or robbin that aint even the case And just because you get away that dont mean its ok You a dead man walkin and I mean it ok
(Chorus)
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