You Know What It Is
T.I."You Know What It Is" is a song by T.I., released in 2007 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:34 long and contains 106 lines and 772 words.
0:01Ay Boy, Don't Spill My Drink Boy
0:03Pull It!
0:05Now Listen..（Grand Hustle homie）
0:09Everybody report to the bloodclot dancefloor
0:14Wyclef all hands on deck （you love the beat）
0:17（boy you know what it is）
0:19Ay, （brat）, Ay （brat）, Ay （brat）
0:20Yo T.I.P, talk to them bloodclot
0:21I'm a real ni**a Homie
0:23Throw Six figga's on me
0:24Got a pistol, You don't want it boy
0:26You know what it is
0:27I'm way fly-er
0:28My pays way higher
0:30If they ever mention sire boy
0:31You know what it is
0:32I got that drama
0:34You don't want no' problems
0:35Line up that lama boy
0:37You know what it is
0:39I get Money, all I count is big money
0:41Think its all she get from me boy
0:42You know what it is
0:45Yo T.I.P, let them little rock boys know how you movin
0:49（Boy You Know What it is）
0:50The wait is over here I go again I'm back in the play
0:52Gon sell another couple mill and take it back to tha 'A
0:55Gon take that other couple mill and put it back in the safe
0:57Five cash for the crib on the back of the lake
1:00I'm up in Crucial 2 steppin with a gat at my waist
1:03T.I. ain't in the streets no more foe-foe is that what they say?
1:06Don't even try 'em when you see 'em boy you have to be great
1:08Cuz this pistol hit you in the face your teeth youll have to replace
1:11That's if you lucky trust me it won't hurt me to take
1:13A Hundred thousand to them Haitians you'll be murdered today.
1:17I'm a real ni**a Homie
1:18Throw Six figga's on me
1:20Got a pistol, You don't want it boy
1:21You know what it is
1:23I'm way fly-er
1:24My pays way higher
1:25If they ever mention sire boy
1:26You know what it is
1:28I got that drama
1:29You don't want no' problems
1:30Line up that lama boy
1:32You know what it is
1:33I get Money, all I count is big money
1:36Think its all she get from me boy
1:38You know what it is
1:39Yo T.I.P, some boy wanna playa hate,
1:41Let em know who tha king of the south is!
1:44Talk to em!
1:44Well they sweatin when they see me i'm apparently hot
1:46Had the album of the year ni**a grammy or not
1:50Remember all day I used to stay at the spot
1:532 revolvers in my pocket pitch a hand of that rock
1:56And now I'm chart toppin, ain't a car I ain't got
1:58I'm the NO.1 customer at my own car lot
2:00If ya wanna know how much I make just imagine alot
2:04You know I'm probably gettin more then you'd imagine I got
2:07Listen close I need to know if you understand me or not
2:09If ya disrespectin me you and your man'll be shot.
2:12I'm a real ni**a Homie
2:13Throw Six figga's on me
2:15Got a pistol, You don't want it boy
2:16You know what it is
2:19I'm way fly-er
2:19My pays way higher
2:21If they ever mention sire boy
2:22You know what it is
2:24I got that drama
2:25You don't want no' problems
2:26Line up that lama boy
2:27You know what it is
2:29I get Money, all I count is big money
2:32Think its all she get from me boy
2:33You know what it is
2:39Well from the King of the south, to the king of the states
2:43Ridin in a car you probably never seen in the states
2:46No Idea how much yay I can bring in the states
2:48You can bet one hundred on it for a million a day
2:51Frank Lucus ain't the only one to make a million a day
2:54But it's a American Gangsta, I'm right here in ya face
2:56And you don't wanna see P$C on the scene with a 'K'
2:59You think you running up and robbin that ain't even the case
3:02And just because you get away that don't mean its okay
3:04You a dead man walking and I mean it okay.
3:08I'm a real ni**a Homie
3:09Throw Six figga's on me
3:11I got a pistol
3:11You don't want it
3:12But You know what it is
3:14I'm way fly-er
3:14My pay is way higher
3:16If they ever mention sire
3:17Boy You know what it is
3:19About that drama
3:20You don't want no' problems
3:21Goatta love that lama
3:23But you know what it is
3:25I get Money, all I count is big money
3:27This is all you get from me
3:29Boy you know what it is
3:31Some of dem boys want to talk what dey have done.
3:34They guns sound like popcorn.
Ay Boy, Don't Spill My Drink Boy Pull It! Now Listen..（Grand Hustle homie） Everybody report to the bloodclot dancefloor Wyclef all hands on deck （you love the beat） （boy you know what it is） Ay, （brat）, Ay （brat）, Ay （brat） Yo T.I.P, talk to them bloodclot I'm a real ni**a Homie Throw Six figga's on me Got a pistol, You don't want it boy You know what it is I'm way fly-er My pays way higher If they ever mention sire boy You know what it is I got that drama You don't want no' problems Line up that lama boy You know what it is I get Money, all I count is big money Think its all she get from me boy You know what it is Yo T.I.P, let them little rock boys know how you movin （Boy You Know What it is） The wait is over here I go again I'm back in the play Gon sell another couple mill and take it back to tha 'A Gon take that other couple mill and put it back in the safe Five cash for the crib on the back of the lake I'm up in Crucial 2 steppin with a gat at my waist T.I. ain't in the streets no more foe-foe is that what they say? Don't even try 'em when you see 'em boy you have to be great Cuz this pistol hit you in the face your teeth youll have to replace That's if you lucky trust me it won't hurt me to take A Hundred thousand to them Haitians you'll be murdered today. I'm a real ni**a Homie Throw Six figga's on me Got a pistol, You don't want it boy You know what it is I'm way fly-er My pays way higher If they ever mention sire boy You know what it is I got that drama You don't want no' problems Line up that lama boy You know what it is I get Money, all I count is big money Think its all she get from me boy You know what it is Yo T.I.P, some boy wanna playa hate, Let em know who tha king of the south is! Talk to em! Well they sweatin when they see me i'm apparently hot Had the album of the year ni**a grammy or not Remember all day I used to stay at the spot 2 revolvers in my pocket pitch a hand of that rock And now I'm chart toppin, ain't a car I ain't got I'm the NO.1 customer at my own car lot If ya wanna know how much I make just imagine alot You know I'm probably gettin more then 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'll be shot. I'm a real ni**a Homie Throw Six figga's on me Got a pistol, You don't want it boy You know what it is I'm way fly-er My pays way higher If they ever mention sire boy You know what it is I got that drama You don't want no' problems Line up that lama boy You know what it is I get Money, all I count is big money Think its all she get from me boy You know what it is Well 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 You can bet one hundred on it for a million a day Frank Lucus ain't the only one to make a million a day But it's a American Gangsta, I'm right here in ya face And you don't wanna see P$C on the scene with a 'K' You think you running up and robbin 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 ni**a Homie Throw Six figga's on me I got a pistol You don't want it But You know what it is I'm way fly-er 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 Goatta love that lama But you know what it is I get Money, all I count is big money This is all you 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.
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