You Know What It Is

Ay Boy, Don't Spill My Drink Boy

Pull It!

Now Listen..（Grand Hustle homie）

Everybody report to the bloodclot dancefloor

Wyclef all hands on deck （you love the beat）

（boy you know what it is）

Ay, （brat）, Ay （brat）, Ay （brat）

Yo T.I.P, talk to them bloodclot

I'm a real ni**a Homie

Throw Six figga's on me

Got a pistol, You don't want it boy

You know what it is

I'm way fly-er

My pays way higher

If they ever mention sire boy

You know what it is

I got that drama

You don't want no' problems

Line up that lama boy

You know what it is

I get Money, all I count is big money

Think its all she get from me boy

You know what it is

Yo T.I.P, let them little rock boys know how you movin

（Boy You Know What it is）

The wait is over here I go again I'm back in the play

Gon sell another couple mill and take it back to tha 'A

Gon take that other couple mill and put it back in the safe

Five cash for the crib on the back of the lake

I'm up in Crucial 2 steppin with a gat at my waist

T.I. ain't in the streets no more foe-foe is that what they say?

Don't even try 'em when you see 'em boy you have to be great

Cuz this pistol hit you in the face your teeth youll have to replace

That's if you lucky trust me it won't hurt me to take

A Hundred thousand to them Haitians you'll be murdered today.

I'm a real ni**a Homie

Throw Six figga's on me

Got a pistol, You don't want it boy

You know what it is

I'm way fly-er

My pays way higher

If they ever mention sire boy

You know what it is

I got that drama

You don't want no' problems

Line up that lama boy

You know what it is

I get Money, all I count is big money

Think its all she get from me boy

You know what it is

Yo T.I.P, some boy wanna playa hate,

Let em know who tha king of the south is!

Talk to em!

Well they sweatin when they see me i'm apparently hot

Had the album of the year ni**a grammy or not

Remember all day I used to stay at the spot

2 revolvers in my pocket pitch a hand of that rock

And now I'm chart toppin, ain't a car I ain't got

I'm the NO.1 customer at my own car lot

If ya wanna know how much I make just imagine alot

You know I'm probably gettin more then you'd imagine I got

Listen close I need to know if you understand me or not

If ya disrespectin me you and your man'll be shot.

I'm a real ni**a Homie

Throw Six figga's on me

Got a pistol, You don't want it boy

You know what it is

I'm way fly-er

My pays way higher

If they ever mention sire boy

You know what it is

I got that drama

You don't want no' problems

Line up that lama boy

You know what it is

I get Money, all I count is big money

Think its all she get from me boy

You know what it is

Well from the King of the south, to the king of the states

Ridin in a car you probably never seen in the states

No Idea how much yay I can bring in the states

You can bet one hundred on it for a million a day

Frank Lucus ain't the only one to make a million a day

But it's a American Gangsta, I'm right here in ya face

And you don't wanna see P$C on the scene with a 'K'

You think you running up and robbin that ain't even the case

And just because you get away that don't mean its okay

You a dead man walking and I mean it okay.

I'm a real ni**a Homie

Throw Six figga's on me

I got a pistol

You don't want it

But You know what it is

I'm way fly-er

My pay is way higher

If they ever mention sire

Boy You know what it is

About that drama

You don't want no' problems

Goatta love that lama

But you know what it is

I get Money, all I count is big money

This is all you get from me

Boy you know what it is

Some of dem boys want to talk what dey have done.

They guns sound like popcorn.