Now What

[Intro: Juelz Santana]

Let's do it

Okay (Jazze)

We in the motherfuckin' building (Dipset, bitch)

I heard my man T.I. is the motherfuckin' king of the south

(Uh huh)

Well, I'm the motherfuckin' prince of the city

You already know (Santana)

And when the king and the prince get together

It's nothing but royalty, roll the mat out

So we going to get down like this (Yeah!)

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]

Now if I ain't gangsta, who is, you is?

Truth is, you ain't, I am, who this clown ass nigga?

I'm a straight lead spitter, straight bread getter

Up north hustler with a Bankhead nigga now bounce!

That's just Jazze on the beat again

Tappin' on machines again, it's crackin', threw your speakers in

That's what it sounds like when I'm in the South, right

Put it down, put it round, bouncin' through your town like

Uh, bang first, play second, aim first prey

Second, make dirt, day heaven

I'm a crack baller, straight sevens, mack holder

Spray seven at your back, soldier

I walk through the club like everybody pussy

Yeah, T.I. with me, snatching everybody cookies

The fifth on me case, anybody push me

Let it fly, let it fly like everbody push me

Stop frontin' like you bang head, nigga

Till you bang head whether we Bankhead nigga

T.I., we fly, we ride, we bang, you die (motherfucker)

[Interlude: T.I.]

(yo, yo, hey, hey, hey, hey)

[Hook: T.I.]

My pimp squad, fuck, nigga, now what

Dipset, fuck, nigga, now what

West side, fuck, nigga, now what

East side, fuck, nigga, now what

Harlem world, fuck, nigga, now what

Bankhead, fuck, nigga, now what

My A-Town, fuck, nigga, now what

My N.Y., fuck, nigga, now what

[Verse 2: T.I.]

The illest nigga in the trap with a scrap

You talk shit, pussy nigga getting slapped

I get a couple ki, turned them into crack

And listen them, I'm countin' bout a hundred stacks

So, if you need word then holla right back

I could sell it for cheap 'cause I got it like that

White T-shirts and A-Town hats

Got 'em super clean with dubs on that

Hey, first nigga put my name in a rap

Getting robbed on the spot, ya act hard getting shot, fuck boi

I give a fuck about your squad or your block

Hit 13 had it hard on the block

First thing, first start with a Glock

Then step it up to choppas, gauges, then elevens Mack 10's

Now your fully equipped to stretch niggas (like who?)

Like them P-S-C and Dipset niggas

[Hook: T.I.]

My pimp squad, fuck, nigga, now what

Dipset, fuck, nigga, now what

West side, fuck, nigga, now what

East side, fuck, nigga, now what

Harlem world, fuck, nigga, now what

Bankhead, fuck, nigga, now what

My A-Town, fuck, nigga, now what

My N.Y., fuck, nigga, now what

[Verse 3: Juelz Santana]

Now what, now stunt, nigga

Pop your trunk, now front

I'm holdin' two, now what

Big guns with me, big gun pissy

When it come to these bitches

Man, I'm dirtier then the south

Squirtin' it in your mouth, bitch

Yeah, back curtin', yeah, back squirtin'

Yeah, nigga, gat squrtin'

Yeah, nigga, that's curtains

Hold up, we senseless

Make you throw up your breakfast

Me and T.I. hold the connection

[Verse 4: T.I.]

Me and Santana from Harlem to Atlanta

The cocaine manager, ho brain damager

I'd be god damned if a nigga wanna cock hammers

And split bandanas on niggas with bad manners

You wanna kill me, you willing to ride to hell with me

Seven shot revolver, I'm taking my shells with me

You don't want no trouble with niggas like us

Try me, I'll fuck your whole life up

To the group of haters that don't like us

Pimp squad, Dipset, fuck nigga now what

[Hook: T.I.]

My pimp squad, fuck, nigga, now what

Dipset, fuck, nigga, now what

West side, fuck, nigga, now what

East side, fuck, nigga, now what

Harlem world, fuck, nigga, now what

Bankhead, fuck, nigga, now what

My A-Town, fuck, nigga, now what

My N.Y., fuck, nigga, now what