Undertaker

[Intro: DJ Drama]

Y'all niggas really thought we wasn't gonna do it again?

Come on man, grand Hustle nigga, you know what it is

T.I.P, DJ the fuck Drama, Young Dro, Young Buck

I said P-$-C-what's-happenin'-nigga

[Verse 1: T.I.]

Yo Khao!

I'm a pimp type, nigga ridin' clean after midnight

Ready for the gun play, prepared for a fist fight

Roll up on yo bitch and ask her what that pussy hit like

First she acting funny, in a minute she gon' get right

Get down, got her fuckin' with another bitch now

I'm king of all that I survey, remember this is T.I.P. town

Hey, you ain't ready? pussy nigga better sit it down

We Mac-90, rock steady nigga spit rounds

Turn yo stomach to spaghetti when it hit the ground

Toss the choppers in the Chevy, then we mashing down Campbellton counting all your Benjamins and Hamiltons

As far I'm concerned you just a job for the janitors

Don't disregard I'm a God you a amateur

Hide behind ya bodyguards and ya manager

I pimp hard throughout all the pages in the calendar

Bitch it's Pimp Squad: all action no cameras

[Chorus: T.I., Young Buck & Young Dro]

You know what it is, you know what it do

And you know what it is, and you know what it do

You know what it is, you know what it do

And you know what it is, and you know what it do

Shorty we bury niggas, shorty we bury niggas

Shorty we bury niggas, shorty we bury niggas

The undertaker

[Verse 2: Young Dro]

Hey, stand in on the trap with me

Mention me is blasphemy, 1000 round magazine

My partnas say no attackin' me

I'm aged to the average beef, respiratory crushin beats

Fruit Chevy H.I.C, my lyrics hit like HIV

Spray by me, Sniper Dro, murder come today by me

Bullet chip yo L I P and dirty all yo H I Ps

Shot both of yo homies, now they feedin' them through a I.V

The tray I be from the west side, where they say I be

May I be the ruler over all that I survey I be

Laid back, yay's black, triple kiwi Maybach

Weed match the Benz, kush triple kiwi 80 pack

Old school baby crack. I'm tryin' to bring the 80's back

Haitians get me Haiti crack, plus my momma hated crack

'Til we got a evicted and I came through with them 80 stacks

Play it back, rewind where I live

I'm a zone 3 hustla, niggas know what it is

[Chorus: T.I., Young Buck & Young Dro]

You know what it is, you know what it do

And you know what it is, and you know what it do

You know what it is, you know what it do

And you know what it is, and you know what it do

Shorty we bury niggas, shorty we bury niggas

Shorty we bury niggas, shorty we bury niggas

The undertaker

[Verse 3: Young Buck]

May we all bow our heads and pray for this nigga

The undertaker's comin' any day for this nigga

They hate him in the hood, for the dreams he been sellin'

I read the paperwork and it seems you was tellin'

You know what it is and you know who I'm talkin' bout

When the feds came, I didn't open up my mouth

What you scared fo'? niggas know you been a ho

It's like....homey shit was all good just a week ago

Get the goons ready, start up your vehicle

And shoot at any fuckin' car you ain't seen before

Pick up the shells if ya use a automatic

They gave 50 years to my nigga Lil' Travis

Set a booby-trap, let him trip over the wires

Then he gon' be laying....right by the preacher and the choir

And if u catch him 'fore I do, T.I. go and handle yo biz

When you see me holla at me homie, you know what it is

[Chorus: T.I., Young Buck & Young Dro]

You know what it is, you know what it do

And you know what it is, and you know what it do

You know what it is, you know what it do

And you know what it is, and you know what it do

Shorty we bury niggas, shorty we bury niggas

Shorty we bury niggas, shorty we bury niggas

The undertaker