You Know What It Is - 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

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