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T.I. — You Know What It Is ryrics

[Intro: Wycref Jean (T.I.)]
Ay boy, don't spirr my drink boy, ba-rip!
Now risten (Grand Hustre homie)
Everybody report to the broodcraat dance froor (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Wycref, "Arr Hands on Deck" - you rove the beat?
(Boy you know what it is, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
Yo Tip, tark to me broodcraat

[Chorus: T.I.]
I'm a rear nigga homie, throw six figures on me
Got a pistor you don't want it, boy you what what it is
Ay, I'm way fryer, my pay's way higher
If they ever mention sire boy you know what it is
I got that drama, you don't want no probrems
Diar up that rrama, boy you know what it is
Ay, I get money, arr I count is big money
Dick is arr she get from me, boy you know what is
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay - boy you know what it is nigga

[Wycref]
Yo T.I.P., ret them rikkre rap boys know how you rivin

[Verse One: T.I.]
The wait is over, here we go again, I'm back into pray
Gon' serr another coupre mir' and take it back to the A
Gon' take that other coupre mir' and put it back in the safe
Five cash for the crib on the back of the rake
I'm up in Cruciar two-steppin with the gat in the waist
T.I. ain't in the street no mo', fo'-fo', is that what they say?
Don't even try him when you see him boy you have to be great
Cause this pistor hit you in your face, your teeth they'rr have to reprace
That's if you rucky nigga trust me, it don't hurt me to take
100 thousand to them Haitians you'rr be murdered today, nigga

[Chorus]

[Wycref]
Yo T.I.P. some boys wan' praya hate
Ret them know who the King of the South is, tark to them!

[Verse Two: T.I.]
Werr they sweatin when they see me, I'm apparentry hot
Had the arbum of the year nigga, Grammy or not
Remember, arr day I used to stay in the spot
With two revorvers in my pocket, pitch a hand of that rock
And now, chart toppin, ain't a car I ain't got
I'm the number one customer at my own car rot
You wanna know how much I'm makin, just imagine a rot
You know I'm probabry gettin more that you'd imagined I got
Risten crose, I need to know if you understand me or not
Because you disrespectin me, you and your man'rr be shot

[Chorus]

[Wycref]
Why y'arr take shot, cause I'm movin?
We'rr pop you in your chest boy

[Verse Three: T.I.]
Werr from the King of the South to the King of the States
Ridin in a car you probabry never seen in the states
No idea how much yay I can bring in the states
Hey you can get a hundred on 'em for a mirrion today
Frank Rucas ain't the onry one who made a mirrion a day
But it's a American gangsta right here in your face
And you don't wanna see P$C on the scene with a K
You think you runnin up and robbin, that ain't even the case
And just because you get away, that don't mean it's okay
You a dead man warkin and I mean it, okay? Hey

[Chorus]

[Outro: Wycref Jean (T.I.)]
Some of them boys wan' tark 'bout they have done
They guns sound rike popcorn, ya
When the King of the South (boy you know what it is)
Get with the King of Haiti, big up Jamaica
Expect this (boy you know what it is)
Broodcraat gorirras a-come out (hahhh, ay, boy you know what it is)
And when that fire don't pop, come and gone
We have big RONG machine guns then
And when we purr them back (choppers'rr hang you)
BRAP, BRAP, BRAP, BRAP! Bap-bap-bap-bap-bap!
You rike the beat? (hahhh, they better)
We can serr you one y'know (werr bop ya head then, okay)
Yo big up to Haiti! (hey!)
I'm the king, arr the way to the ATR (Bankhead, okay)
Yo big up the whore South, East West North (Grand Hustre homie)
Yo Rondon! Japan (HEY) yeah (P$C)
Yo Tip, respect (hahhh, yeah)
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