What They Do - T.I. feat B.G.
[T.I.]
Yea
You already know what it is pimp (ay ay ay)
T.I.P king of the motherf_ckin' South (B Gezzy let's do it homie)
Grand Hustle pimp (Choppa City in here)
Got my n_gga Block in this b_tch Eastside represent (yeah)
Westside Bankhead n_gga Zone 1 A-town n_gga (ay ay ay ay ay ay)
You know what it is Zone 3 Mechanicville Summer Hill n_gga
Pittsburgh (KLC let's ride) all my real n_ggaz ride ya'll know what's happenin'
P.$.C. n_gga
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Hey I could give you what you want, T.I.P.'s the hottest
Gain what ya need, I could tell you all about it
You could up in the streets, but it ain't no gettin' out it
When I tell you I'ma G, pimp I'm really bein' modest
I could tell bout the dope boyz, hoes, and the ballers (ho)
The pimps and the macks, real n_ggaz dat what they call us
Hangin' in the trap cause dat's what our daddies' taught us
?? on a Lac to a Benz on??
Standin' on the corner, slagin' crack and stackin' dollars
Till it's time to cop a brick and I'm tired of movin' quarters
My dad wasn't a doctor and my momma wasn't a lawyer
I ain't neva had sh_t, congratulation is in order (still trappin')
Tryin' ta get a meal fo my sons and my daughter
If I call a bad b_tch wit connects down in Florida
Say her daddy and her uncle still gettin cross the wall
?? I'd be a motherf_ckin' fool if I don't call her
[Chorus]
Ah what it is my n_gga, what it do? (ay what it do)
I gotta grip a twin, I'm finna buss a move (ah buss a move)
Ah what it is my n_gga, what it do? (ay what it do)
I got the tool and I'm finna cut a fool (ah cut a fool)
Ay what it do, what it do, what it do, ay what it do
What it do my n_gga what it do, ay what it do
Ay what it do, what it do, what it do, ay what it do
What it do my n_gga what it do, ay what it do
[Verse 2: B.G.]
I'ma H-U-S-T-L-E-Rah
If I don't know you then f_ck ya
If I know you then I front ya (proper)
But you gotta break me off
You don't, I catch ya slippin' on the block and knock you off
I know people, I get nice deals
Get 'em $5 sell 'em $10 a pill
I know people, big ki's for 13
If I f_ck witcha, ya get 'em for 16
I know people, get 'em 300 a pound
Give 'em to ya for 500 if you my round
I'ma hustler, holla at me Uptown
I'm well connected with weed, white, slangin' dat brown
Come see a n_gga want a nice 60
You real we swap work you fake its 20 g's
It's like dat, I done been thru the struggle
I'm runnin' Choppa City an f_ckin' with Grand Hustle
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: T.I.]
I got the eye of a tiger and the heart of a bear
I'm the king of the jungle, you can follow me there
Or you can hear it from these n_ggaz who was hardly there
Or take it from n_ggaz who fought to make it a star to get here
Several years ago I told myself I solemnly swear
Forever be hard to kill, even harder to scare
One reason why me and other cats is hard to compare
Cuz I'm fact, dat's fiction, it hardly compares
Bein' hated part of the game, pimp it's hard but it's fair
Well I'ma be the best, hate me, see if I care
But just know I'm raisin' the bar and I'm keepin' there
And I'ma still ride clean, blowin' weed in the air
With 2 or 3 bad b_tches got they feet in the air
Say they like when I smack on they ass and skeet in they hair
Listen, I don't care if you got the song of the year
Ya whole show shutin' down when the don appear
[Chorus]
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