T.I. - You Know What It Is (feat. Wyclef Jean)

T.I. - You Know What It Is (feat. Wyclef Jean) Lyric

Ayy, boy, don't spill my drink boy
Bullet!
Now, listen (Grand Hustle homie)
Everybody report to the bloodclaat dance floor (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Wyclef, "All Hands on Deck"
You love the beat?
(Boy you know what it is, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Yo, TIP, talk to dem bloodclaat

I'm a real nigga, homie, tote six figures on me
Got a pistol you don't want it, boy, you what what it is
Ay, I'm way flyer, my pay's way higher
If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is
I'm 'bout that drama, you don't want no problems
I'll up that llama, boy, you know what it is
Ay, I get money, all I count is big money
Dick is all she get from me, boy, you know what is
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, boy, you know what it is, nigga

The wait is over, here we go again, I'm back into play
Gon' sell another couple mil' and take it back to the A
Gon' take that other couple mil' and put it back in the safe (okay)
Five cash for the crib on the back of the lake (c'mon)
I'm up in Crucial two-steppin with the gat in the waist
T.I. ain't in the street no more, fo'-fo', is that what they say?

Don't even try him when you see him boy you have to be great
'Cause this pistol hit you in your face, your teeth they'll have to replace (ha!)
That's if you lucky nigga trust me, it don't hurt me to take
A hundred thousand to them Haitians you'll be murdered today, nigga

I'm a real nigga, homie, tote six figures on me
Got a pistol you don't want it, boy, you what what it is
Ayy, I'm way flyer, my pay's way higher (okay)
If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is (bullet!)
I'm 'bout that drama, you don't want no problems
I'll up that llama, boy, you know what it is
Ay, I get money, all I count is big money
Dick is all she get from me, boy, you know what is
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, boy, you know what it is, nigga

Well, they 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 stay in the spot (that right)
With two revolvers 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 lot (ya dig?)

You wanna know how much I'm making? Just imagine a lot
You know I'm probably gettin' more that you'd imagined I got (ayy)
Listen close, I need to know if you understand me or not
Because you disrespectin' me, you and your man'll be shot (bow!)

I'm a real nigga, homie, tote six figures on me (that's right)
Got a pistol you don't want it, boy, you what what it is
Ayy, I'm way flyer, my pay's way higher (okay)
If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is (hey)
I'm 'bout that drama, you don't want no problems (nah)
I'll up that llama, boy, you know what it is
Ayy, I get money, all I count is big money
Dick is all she get from me, boy, you know what is
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, boy, you know what it is, nigga

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 can get a hundred of 'em for a million today
Frank Lucas ain't the only one who made a million a day
Boy, it's a American Gangster 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 walkin' and I mean it, okay? Hey

I'm a real nigga, homie, tote six figures on me (that's right)
Got a pistol you don't want it, boy, you what what it is
Ayy, I'm way flyer, my pay's way higher (okay)
If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is (bulet!)
I'm 'bout that drama, you don't want no problems
I'll up that llama, boy, you know what it is
Ayy, I get money, all I count is big money
Dick is all she get from me, boy, you know what is
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, boy, you know what it is, nigga

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)
Bloodclaat gorillas a-come out (ha, ay, boy, you know what it is)
And when them fire the popcorn gun
We have the big long machine guns there
And when we pull up (choppers'll hang you)
Blap, blap, blap, blap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap

You like the beat?
Ha, they better
We can sell you one, you know
Well, bop your head then, okay?
Yo big up to ATL (hey!)
And the king, ah bring me to the ATL
Yo, big up the whole South, East, West, North (Grand Hustle homie)
Yo, London, Japan
Yeah
P$C
Yo, TIP, respect
Ha, yeah