T.I. feat. Wyclef: You Know What It Is

Wyclef Intro:
Aye, boy don't spill my drink boy.
Pull up! Now Listen
Everybody report to the blood clot dance floor..
Wyclef all hands on deck
You know the beat!
Yo T.I.P.talk to them blood...
Chorus (T.I.P.)
I'm a real nigga homie throw 6 figures on me
Got a pistol you don't want it
Boy you know what it is
I'm way flyer
My pay is way higher
If they ever mention sire
Boy you know what it is
Bout that drama, you dont want no problems
Gotta love that lama
Boy you know what it is
I get money all I got is big money
Think that's all she get from me
Boy you know what it is
Wyclef:
Yo T.I.P.
Let them niggas rap boys know how you livin'
Aye aye aye aye aye... boy you know what it is....
Verse 1:
The wait is over here I go again I'm back into play
Gone sell another couple mill and take it back to the "A"
Gone take another couple mill and put it back in the safe
5 cash for the crib on the back of the lake
Im up in Crucial 2 stepping with the gat at my waist
T.I. aint in the street no more
foe sho is what they say?
Don't even try him when you see him boy you have to be great.
Because this pistol hit you in the face
Your teeth you have to replace.
That's if you lucky trust me don't hurt me today, a 100 thousand to them haitians you'll be murdered today
Chorus:
I'm a real nigga homie throw 6 figures on me
Got a pistol you don't want it
Boy you know what it is
I'm way flyer
My pay is way higher
If they ever mention sire
Boy you know what it is
Bout that drama, you dont want no problems
Gotta love that lama
Boy you know what it is
I get money all I got is big money
Think that's all she get from me
Boy you know what it is
Wyclef:
Yo T.I.P. some boys want to player hate
Let them know who the King of the South is.
Talk to them
Verse 2:
Women they sweating 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 at the spot
With 2 revolvers in my pocket pitch a hand of that rock
And now chart topping aint a car I ain't got
I am the number one customer at my own car lot
You want to know how much I'm makin just imagine a lot
You know I'm probably making more than you imagine i got
Listen close I need to know if you understand me or not(I need you to be clear)
If you disrespecting me you and your man will be shot (bop bop!)
Chorus:
I'm a real nigga homie throw 6 figures on me
Got a pistol you don't want it
Boy you know what it is
I'm way flyer
My pay is way higher
If they ever mention sire
Boy you know what it is
Bout that drama, you dont want no problems
Gotta love that lama
Boy you know what it is
I get money all I got is big money
Think that's all she get from me
Boy you know what it is
T.I.: Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye boy you know what it is
Wyclef:
Why all y'all shock cause I'm moving
We'll pass you in the dust boy.
Verse 3:
Well from the King of the South
To the King of the States
Riding in a car you probably never seen in the states
No idea how much yay I can bring in the states
You can get 100 on it for a million a day
Frank Lucas ain't the only one to make a million a day
But it's an American gangster
I'm right here in your face
You don't want to see PSC on the scene with a "K"
You think you runnin up and robbing that aint even the case
Just because you get away that dont mean its ok
You a dead man walkin and I mean it ok?
Chorus:
I'm a real nigga homie throw 6 figures on me
Got a pistol you don't want it
Boy you know what it is
I'm way flyer
My pay is way higher
If they ever mention sire
Boy you know what it is
Bout that drama, you dont want no problems
Gotta love that lama
Boy you know what it is
I get money all I got is big money
Think that's all she get from me
Boy you know what it is