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| T.I. T.I. vs T.I.P. You Know What It Is Wyclef Intro: Aye, boy don't spill my drink boy. Pull up! Now Listen Everybody report to the blood clot dance floor.. Wyclef all hands on deck You know the beat! Yo T.I.P.talk to them blood... Chorus (T.I.P.) I'm a real nigga homie throw 6 figures on me Got a pistol you don't want it Boy you know what it is I'm way flyer My pay is way higher If they ever mention sire Boy you know what it is Bout that drama, you dont want no problems Gotta love that lama Boy you know what it is I get money all I got is big money Think that's all she get from me Boy you know what it is Wyclef: Yo T.I.P. Let them niggas rap boys know how you livin' Aye aye aye aye aye... boy you know what it is.... Verse 1: The wait is over here I go again I'm back into play Gone sell another couple mill and take it back to the "A" Gone take another couple mill and put it back in the safe 5 cash for the crib on the back of the lake Im up in Crucial 2 stepping with the gat at my waist T.I. aint in the street no more foe sho is what they say? Don't even try him when you see him boy you have to be great. Because this pistol hit you in the face Your teeth you have to replace. That's if you lucky trust me don't hurt me today, a 100 thousand to them haitians you'll be murdered today Chorus: I'm a real nigga homie throw 6 figures on me Got a pistol you don't want it Boy you know what it is I'm way flyer My pay is way higher If they ever mention sire Boy you know what it is Bout that drama, you dont want no problems Gotta love that lama Boy you know what it is I get money all I got is big money Think that's all she get from me Boy you know what it is Wyclef: Yo T.I.P. some boys want to player hate Let them know who the King of the South is. Talk to them Verse 2: Women they sweating 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 at the spot With 2 revolvers in my pocket pitch a hand of that rock And now chart topping aint a car I ain't got I am the number one customer at my own car lot You want to know how much I'm makin just imagine a lot You know I'm probably making more than you imagine i got Listen close I need to know if you understand me or not(I need you to be clear) If you disrespecting me you and your man will be shot (bop bop!) Chorus: I'm a real nigga homie throw 6 figures on me Got a pistol you don't want it Boy you know what it is I'm way flyer My pay is way higher If they ever mention sire Boy you know what it is Bout that drama, you dont want no problems Gotta love that lama Boy you know what it is I get money all I got is big money Think that's all she get from me Boy you know what it is T.I.: Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye boy you know what it is Wyclef: Why all y'all shock cause I'm moving We'll pass you in the dust boy. Verse 3: Well from the King of the South To the King of the States Riding in a car you probably never seen in the states No idea how much yay I can bring in the states You can get 100 on it for a million a day Frank Lucas ain't the only one to make a million a day But it's an American gangster I'm right here in your face You don't want to see PSC on the scene with a "K" You think you runnin up and robbing that aint even the case Just because you get away that dont mean its ok You a dead man walkin and I mean it ok? Chorus: I'm a real nigga homie throw 6 figures on me Got a pistol you don't want it Boy you know what it is I'm way flyer My pay is way higher If they ever mention sire Boy you know what it is Bout that drama, you dont want no problems Gotta love that lama Boy you know what it is I get money all I got is big money Think that's all she get from me Boy you know what it is |
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