You Know What It Is Lyrics - T.i. Vs. T.i.p - T.i.

Aye, boy, don't spill my drink, boy, pull it 

Now listen, everybody report to the bloodclot dance floor 

You love the beat, boy, you know what it is 

Yo, T.I.P., talk to them, bloodclot 

I'm a real nigga, homie, show six figga's on me 

I got a pistol, you don't want it but you know what it is 

Aye, I'm way flyer, my pay is way higher 

If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is 

About that drama, you don't want no problems 

I love that llama but you know what it is 

Aye, I get money, all I count is big money 

Because all she get from me, boy, you know what it is 

Yo, T.I.P., let them little rock boys know how you livin' 

The wait is over, here we go again, I'm back in the plate 

Gon' sell another couple mill and take it back to the A 

Gon' take that other couple mill and put it back in the safe 

Find cash for the crew up only back in the lake 

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I'm up in cruises two steppin' with the gat in the waist 

T.I. ain't in the streets no more, that what they say 

Don't even try it when you sayin', boy, you have to be great 

You can trust to hit ya in ya face your peeps will have to replace 

That's if you like it nigga and trust me it wont hurt me to take 

A hundred thousand to them Haitians, you'll be murdered today 

I'm a real nigga, homie, show six figga's on me 

I got a pistol, you don't want it but you know what it is 

Aye, I'm way flyer, my pay is way higher 

If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is 

About that drama, you don't want no problems 

I love that llama but you know what it is 

Aye, I get money, all I count is big money 

Because all she get from me, boy, you know what it is 

Yo, T.I.P, some boy wanna play our hit 

Let 'em know who the king of the South is 

Talk to them 

Women 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 stand in the spot 

With 2 revolvers in my pocket pitchin', handlin' rocks 

Right now, judge tappin', there ain't a car I ain't got 

I'm the number one customer at my own car lot 

If you wanna know how much I makin' just imagine a lot 

Even though I pro'lly gettin' more than you'd imagine I got 

Listen close, I need to know if you understand me or not 

If ya disrespectin' me you and your man will get shot 

I'm a real nigga, homie, show six figga's on me 

I got a pistol, you don't want it but you know what it is 

Aye, I'm way flyer, my pay is way higher 

If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is 

About that drama, you don't want no problems 

I love that llama but you know what it is 

Aye, I get money, all I count is big money 

Because all she get from me, boy, you know what it is 

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 could get a hundred of 'em for a million today 

Frank Lucas ain't the only one who made a million a day 

But it's the American gangster right here in ya face 

And you don't wanna see P$C on the scene with AK 

You think you running a private, that ain't even the case 

And just because you get away, that don't mean its okay 

You a dead man walking and I mean it, okay 

I'm a real nigga, homie, show six figga's on me 

I got a pistol, you don't want it but you know what it is 

Aye, I'm way flyer, my pay is way higher 

If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is 

About that drama, you don't want no problems 

I love that llama but you know what it is 

Aye, I get money, all I count is big money 

Because all she get from me, boy, you know what it is 

Some of dem boys want to talk what dey have done 

They guns sound like popcorn