You Know What It IsT.I.

[Intro: Wyclef Jean and T.I.]
Ayy, boy, don't spill my drink boy
Ba-lip!
Now, listen (Grand Hustle homie)
Everybody report to the bloodclaat dance floor (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Wyclef, "All Hands on Deck"
You love the beat?
(Boy you know what it is, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Yo, Tip, talk to me, bloodclaat!

[Chorus: T.I.]
I'm a real nigga, homie, tote six figures on me
Got a pistol you don't want it, boy, you what what it is
Ay, I'm way flyer, my pay's way higher
If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is
I'm 'bout that drama, you don't want no problems
I'll up that llama, boy, you know what it is
Ay, I get money, all I count is big money
Dick is all she get from me, boy, you know what is
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, boy, you know what it is, nigga

[Post-Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
Yo T.I.P., let them likkle rap boys know how you living

[Verse 1: T.I.]
The wait is over, here we go again, I'm back into play
Gon' sell another couple mil' and take it back to the A
Gon' take that other couple mil' and put it back in the safe (Okay)
Five cash for the crib on the back of the lake (C'mon)
I'm up in Crucial two-steppin with the gat in the waist
T.I. ain't in the street no more, fo'-fo', is that what they say?
Don't even try him when you see him boy you have to be great
'Cause this pistol hit you in your face, your teeth they'll have to replace (Ha!)
That's if you lucky nigga trust me, it don't hurt me to take
100 thousand to them Haitians you'll be murdered today, nigga

[Chorus: T.I.]
I'm a real nigga, homie, tote six figures on me (That's right)
Got a pistol you don't want it, boy, you what what it is
Ayy, I'm way flyer, my pay's way higher (Okay)
If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is (Ba-lip!)
I'm 'bout that drama, you don't want no problems
I'll up that llama, boy, you know what it is
Ay, I get money, all I count is big money
Dick is all she get from me, boy, you know what is
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, boy, you know what it is, nigga

[Post-Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
Yo T.I.P. some boys wan' playa hate
Let them know who the King of the South is
Talk to them!

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Well, they sweatin' when they see me, I'm apparently hot
Had the album of the year, nigga, Grammy or not
Remember all day I used to stay in the spot (That's right)
With two revolvers in my pocket, pitch a hand of that rock
And now, chart toppin', ain't a car I ain't got
I'm the number one customer at my own car lot (Ya dig?)
You wanna know how much I'm making? Just imagine a lot
You know I'm probably gettin' more that you'd imagined I got (Ayy)
Listen close, I need to know if you understand me or not
Because you disrespectin' me, you and your man'll be shot (Bow!)

[Chorus: T.I.]
I'm a real nigga, homie, tote six figures on me (That's right)
Got a pistol you don't want it, boy, you what what it is
Ayy, I'm way flyer, my pay's way higher (Okay)
If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is (Hey)
I'm 'bout that drama, you don't want no problems (Nah)
I'll up that llama, boy, you know what it is
Ayy, I get money, all I count is big money
Dick is all she get from me, boy, you know what is
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, boy, you know what it is, nigga

[Post-Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
Why y'all take shot, cause I'm movin?
We'll pop you in your chest boy

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Went 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
Hey, you can get a hundred of 'em for a million today
Frank Lucas ain't the only one who made a million a day
Boy, it's a American Gangster right here in your face
And you don't wanna see P$C on the scene with a K
You think you runnin' up and robbin', that ain't even the case
And just because you get away, that don't mean it's okay
You a dead man walkin' and I mean it, okay? Hey

[Chorus: T.I.]
I'm a real nigga, homie, tote six figures on me (That's right)
Got a pistol you don't want it, boy, you what what it is
Ayy, I'm way flyer, my pay's way higher (Okay)
If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is (Ba-lip!)
I'm 'bout that drama, you don't want no problems
I'll up that llama, boy, you know what it is
Ayy, I get money, all I count is big money
Dick is all she get from me, boy, you know what is
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, boy, you know what it is, nigga

[Outro: Wyclef Jean and T.I.]
Some of them boys wan' talk 'bout they have done
They guns sound like popcorn, yeah
When the King of the South
Boy you know what it is
Get with the King of Haiti, big up Jamaica
Expect this
Boy you know what it is
Bloodclaat gorillas a-come out
Ha, ay, boy, you know what it is
And when that fire don't pop, come and gone
We have big long machine guns then
And when we pull them back
Choppers'll hang you
Blap, blap, blap, blap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap
You like the beat?
Ha, they better
We can sell you one, y'know
Well, bop your head then, okay?
Yo big up to Ayiti!
Hey!
I'm the king, all the way to the ATL
Bankhead, okay
Yo, big up the whole South, East West North
Grand Hustle homie
Yo, London, Japan
Hey
Yeah
P$C
Yo, Tip, respect
Ha, yeah