T.I. - You Know What It Is Lyrics
(feat. Wyclef Jean)[intro: Wyclef Jean (t.i.)]Ay Boy, Don't Spill My Drink Boy, Ba-lip!Now Listen (grand Hustle Homie)Everybody Report To The Bloodclaat Dance Floor (ay, Ay, Ay, Ay)Wyclef, "all Hands On Deck" - You Love The Beat?(boy You Know What It Is, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay)Yo Tip, Talk To Me Bloodclaat[chorus: T.i.]I'm A Real Nigga Homie, Throw Six Figures On MeGot A Pistol You Don't Want It, Boy You What What It IsAy, I'm Way Flyer, My Pay's Way HigherIf They Ever Mention Sire Boy You Know What It IsI Got That Drama, You Don't Want No ProblemsDial Up That Llama, Boy You Know What It IsAy, I Get Money, All I Count Is Big MoneyDick Is All She Get From Me, Boy You Know What IsAy, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay - Boy You Know What It Is Nigga[wyclef]Yo T.i.p., Let Them Likkle Rap Boys Know How You Livin[verse One: T.i.]The Wait Is Over, Here We Go Again, I'm Back Into PlayGon' Sell Another Couple Mil' And Take It Back To The AGon' Take That Other Couple Mil' And Put It Back In The SafeFive Cash For The Crib On The Back Of The LakeI'm Up In Crucial Two-steppin With The Gat In The WaistT.i. Ain't In The Street No Mo', Fo'-fo', Is That What They Say?Don't Even Try Him When You See Him Boy You Have To Be GreatCause This Pistol Hit You In Your Face, Your Teeth They'll Have To ReplaceThat's If You Lucky Nigga Trust Me, It Don't Hurt Me To Take100 Thousand To Them Haitians You'll Be Murdered Today, Nigga[chorus][wyclef]Yo T.i.p. Some Boys Wan' Playa HateLet Them Know Who The King Of The South Is, Talk To Them![verse Two: T.i.]Well They Sweatin When They See Me, I'm Apparently HotHad The Album Of The Year Nigga, Grammy Or NotRemember, All Day I Used To Stay In The SpotWith Two Revolvers In My Pocket, Pitch A Hand Of That RockAnd Now, Chart Toppin, Ain't A Car I Ain't GotI'm The Number One Customer At My Own Car LotYou Wanna Know How Much I'm Makin, Just Imagine A LotYou Know I'm Probably Gettin More That You'd Imagined I GotListen Close, I Need To Know If You Understand Me Or NotBecause You Disrespectin Me, You And Your Man'll Be Shot[chorus][wyclef]Why Y'all Take Shot, Cause I'm Movin?We'll Pop You In Your Chest Boy[verse Three: T.i.]Well From The King Of The South To The King Of The StatesRidin In A Car You Probably Never Seen In The StatesNo Idea How Much Yay I Can Bring In The StatesHey You Can Get A Hundred On 'em For A Million TodayFrank Lucas Ain't The Only One Who Made A Million A DayBut It's A American Gangsta Right Here In Your FaceAnd You Don't Wanna See P$c On The Scene With A KYou Think You Runnin Up And Robbin, That Ain't Even The CaseAnd Just Because You Get Away, That Don't Mean It's OkayYou A Dead Man Walkin And I Mean It, Okay? Hey[chorus][outro: Wyclef Jean (t.i.)]Some Of Them Boys Wan' Talk 'bout They Have DoneThey Guns Sound Like Popcorn, YaWhen The King Of The South (boy You Know What It Is)Get With The King Of Haiti, Big Up JamaicaExpect This (boy You Know What It Is)Bloodclaat Gorillas A-come Out (hahhh, Ay, Boy You Know What It Is)And When That Fire Don't Pop, Come And GoneWe Have Big Long Machine Guns ThenAnd When We Pull Them Back (choppers'll Hang You)Blap, Blap, Blap, Blap! Bap-bap-bap-bap-bap!You Like The Beat? (hahhh, They Better)We Can Sell You One Y'know (well Bop Ya Head Then, Okay)Yo Big Up To Haiti! (hey!)I'm The King, All The Way To The Atl (bankhead, Okay)Yo Big Up The Whole South, East West North (grand Hustle Homie)Yo London! Japan (hey) Yeah (p$c)Yo Tip, Respect (hahhh, Yeah)
