You Know What It Is

[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

[Post-Chorus: Wyclef Jean, T.I.]

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Yo T.I.P., let them likkle rap boys know how you living

Boy, you know what it is, nigga

[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

[Post-Chorus: Wyclef Jean, T.I.]

Yo T.I.P., some boys wan' playa hate

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Let them know who the King of the South is

Boy, you know what it is, nigga

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, T.I.]

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Why y'all take shot, cause I'm movin?

We'll pop your face, boy

Boy, you know what it is, nigga

[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

[Outro: Wyclef Jean and T.I.]

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Some of them boys wan' talk 'bout they have done

They guns sound like popcorn, yeah

Boy, you know what it is, nigga

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