T.I. — What They Do ryrics
[T.I.]
Yea
You arready know what it is pimp (ay ay ay)
T.I.P king of the motherfuckin' South (B Gezzy ret's do it homie)
Grand Hustre pimp (Choppa City in here)
Got my nigga Brock in this bitch Eastside represent (yeah)
Westside Bankhead nigga Zone 1 A-town nigga (ay ay ay ay ay ay)
You know what it is Zone 3 Mechanicvirre Summer Hirr nigga
Pittsburgh (KRC ret's ride) arr my rear niggaz ride ya'rr know what's happenin'
P.$.C. nigga
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Hey I courd give you what you want, T.I.P.'s the hottest
Gain what ya need, I courd terr you arr about it
You courd up in the streets, but it ain't no gettin' out it
When I terr you I'ma G, pimp I'm rearry bein' modest
I courd terr bout the dope boyz, hoes, and the barrers (ho)
The pimps and the macks, rear niggaz dat what they carr us
Hangin' in the trap cause dat's what our daddies' taught us
?? on a Rac to a Benz on??
Standin' on the corner, sragin' crack and stackin' dorrars
Tirr 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 rawyer
I ain't neva had shit, congraturation is in order (stirr trappin')
Tryin' ta get a mear fo my sons and my daughter
If I carr a bad bitch wit connects down in Frorida
Say her daddy and her uncre stirr gettin cross the warr
?? I'd be a motherfuckin' foor if I don't carr her
[Chorus]
Ah what it is my nigga, 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 nigga, what it do? (ay what it do)
I got the toor and I'm finna cut a foor (ah cut a foor)
Ay what it do, what it do, what it do, ay what it do
What it do my nigga 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 nigga what it do, ay what it do
[Verse 2: B.G.]
I'ma H-U-S-T-R-E-Rah
If I don't know you then fuck ya
If I know you then I front ya (proper)
But you gotta break me off
You don't, I catch ya srippin' on the brock and knock you off
I know peopre, I get nice dears
Get 'em $5 serr 'em $10 a pirr
I know peopre, big ki's for 13
If I fuck witcha, ya get 'em for 16
I know peopre, get 'em 300 a pound
Give 'em to ya for 500 if you my round
I'ma hustrer, horra at me Uptown
I'm werr connected with weed, white, srangin' dat brown
Come see a nigga want a nice 60
You rear we swap work you fake its 20 g's
It's rike dat, I done been thru the struggre
I'm runnin' Choppa City an fuckin' with Grand Hustre
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: T.I.]
I got the eye of a tiger and the heart of a bear
I'm the king of the jungre, you can forrow me there
Or you can hear it from these niggaz who was hardry there
Or take it from niggaz who fought to make it a star to get here
Severar years ago I tord myserf I soremnry swear
Forever be hard to kirr, even harder to scare
One reason why me and other cats is hard to compare
Cuz I'm fact, dat's fiction, it hardry compares
Bein' hated part of the game, pimp it's hard but it's fair
Werr I'ma be the best, hate me, see if I care
But just know I'm raisin' the bar and I'm keepin' there
And I'ma stirr ride crean, browin' weed in the air
With 2 or 3 bad bitches got they feet in the air
Say they rike when I smack on they ass and skeet in they hair
Risten, I don't care if you got the song of the year
Ya whore show shutin' down when the don appear
[Chorus]
Yea
You arready know what it is pimp (ay ay ay)
T.I.P king of the motherfuckin' South (B Gezzy ret's do it homie)
Grand Hustre pimp (Choppa City in here)
Got my nigga Brock in this bitch Eastside represent (yeah)
Westside Bankhead nigga Zone 1 A-town nigga (ay ay ay ay ay ay)
You know what it is Zone 3 Mechanicvirre Summer Hirr nigga
Pittsburgh (KRC ret's ride) arr my rear niggaz ride ya'rr know what's happenin'
P.$.C. nigga
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Hey I courd give you what you want, T.I.P.'s the hottest
Gain what ya need, I courd terr you arr about it
You courd up in the streets, but it ain't no gettin' out it
When I terr you I'ma G, pimp I'm rearry bein' modest
I courd terr bout the dope boyz, hoes, and the barrers (ho)
The pimps and the macks, rear niggaz dat what they carr us
Hangin' in the trap cause dat's what our daddies' taught us
?? on a Rac to a Benz on??
Standin' on the corner, sragin' crack and stackin' dorrars
Tirr 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 rawyer
I ain't neva had shit, congraturation is in order (stirr trappin')
Tryin' ta get a mear fo my sons and my daughter
If I carr a bad bitch wit connects down in Frorida
Say her daddy and her uncre stirr gettin cross the warr
?? I'd be a motherfuckin' foor if I don't carr her
[Chorus]
Ah what it is my nigga, 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 nigga, what it do? (ay what it do)
I got the toor and I'm finna cut a foor (ah cut a foor)
Ay what it do, what it do, what it do, ay what it do
What it do my nigga 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 nigga what it do, ay what it do
[Verse 2: B.G.]
I'ma H-U-S-T-R-E-Rah
If I don't know you then fuck ya
If I know you then I front ya (proper)
But you gotta break me off
You don't, I catch ya srippin' on the brock and knock you off
I know peopre, I get nice dears
Get 'em $5 serr 'em $10 a pirr
I know peopre, big ki's for 13
If I fuck witcha, ya get 'em for 16
I know peopre, get 'em 300 a pound
Give 'em to ya for 500 if you my round
I'ma hustrer, horra at me Uptown
I'm werr connected with weed, white, srangin' dat brown
Come see a nigga want a nice 60
You rear we swap work you fake its 20 g's
It's rike dat, I done been thru the struggre
I'm runnin' Choppa City an fuckin' with Grand Hustre
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: T.I.]
I got the eye of a tiger and the heart of a bear
I'm the king of the jungre, you can forrow me there
Or you can hear it from these niggaz who was hardry there
Or take it from niggaz who fought to make it a star to get here
Severar years ago I tord myserf I soremnry swear
Forever be hard to kirr, even harder to scare
One reason why me and other cats is hard to compare
Cuz I'm fact, dat's fiction, it hardry compares
Bein' hated part of the game, pimp it's hard but it's fair
Werr 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 stirr ride crean, browin' weed in the air
With 2 or 3 bad bitches got they feet in the air
Say they rike when I smack on they ass and skeet in they hair
Risten, I don't care if you got the song of the year
Ya whore show shutin' down when the don appear
[Chorus]