[Intro: Wyclef Jean (T.I.)]
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Ay boy, don´t spill my drink boy, ba-lip!
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Now listen (Grand Hustle homie)
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Everybody report to the bloodclaat dance floor (ay, ay, ay, ay)
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Wyclef, "All Hands on Deck" - you love the beat?
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(Boy you know what it is, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
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Yo Tip, talk to me bloodclaat
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[Chorus: T.I.]
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I´m a real nigga homie, throw six figures on me
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Got a pistol you don´t want it, boy you what what it is
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Ay, I´m way flyer, my pay´s way higher
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If they ever mention sire boy you know what it is
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I got that drama, you don´t want no problems
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Dial up that llama, boy you know what it is
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Ay, I get money, all I count is big money
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Dick is all she get from me, boy you know what is
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Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay - boy you know what it is nigga
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[Wyclef]
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Yo T.I.P., let them likkle rap boys know how you livin
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[Verse One: T.I.]
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The wait is over, here we go again, I´m back into play
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Gon´ sell another couple mil´ and take it back to the A
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Gon´ take that other couple mil´ and put it back in the safe
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Five cash for the crib on the back of the lake
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I´m up in Crucial two-steppin with the gat in the waist
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T.I. ain´t in the street no mo´, fo´-fo´, is that what they say?
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Don´t even try him when you see him boy you have to be great
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Cause this pistol hit you in your face, your teeth they´ll have to replace
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That´s if you lucky nigga trust me, it don´t hurt me to take
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100 thousand to them Haitians you´ll be murdered today, nigga
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[Chorus]
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[Wyclef]
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Yo T.I.P. some boys wan´ playa hate
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Let them know who the King of the South is, talk to them!
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[Verse Two: T.I.]
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Well they sweatin when they see me, I´m apparently hot
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Had the album of the year nigga, Grammy or not
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Remember, all day I used to stay in the spot
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With two revolvers in my pocket, pitch a hand of that rock
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And now, chart toppin, ain´t a car I ain´t got
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I´m the number one customer at my own car lot
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You wanna know how much I´m makin, just imagine a lot
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You know I´m probably gettin more that you´d imagined I got
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Listen close, I need to know if you understand me or not
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Because you disrespectin me, you and your man´ll be shot
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[Chorus]
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[Wyclef]
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Why y´all take shot, cause I´m movin?
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We´ll pop you in your chest boy
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[Verse Three: T.I.]
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Well from the King of the South to the King of the States
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Ridin in a car you probably never seen in the states
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No idea how much yay I can bring in the states
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Hey you can get a hundred on ´em for a million today
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Frank Lucas ain´t the only one who made a million a day
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But it´s a American gangsta right here in your face
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And you don´t wanna see P$C on the scene with a K
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You think you runnin up and robbin, that ain´t even the case
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And just because you get away, that don´t mean it´s okay
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You a dead man walkin and I mean it, okay? Hey
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: Wyclef Jean (T.I.)]
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Some of them boys wan´ talk ´bout they have done
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They guns sound like popcorn, ya
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When the King of the South (boy you know what it is)
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Get with the King of Haiti, big up Jamaica
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Expect this (boy you know what it is)
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Bloodclaat gorillas a-come out (hahhh, ay, boy you know what it is)
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And when that fire don´t pop, come and gone
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We have big LONG machine guns then
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And when we pull them back (choppers´ll hang you)
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BLAP, BLAP, BLAP, BLAP! Bap-bap-bap-bap-bap!
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You like the beat? (hahhh, they better)
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We can sell you one y´know (well bop ya head then, okay)
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Yo big up to Haiti! (hey!)
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I´m the king, all the way to the ATL (Bankhead, okay)
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Yo big up the whole South, East West North (Grand Hustle homie)
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Yo London! Japan (HEY) yeah (P$C)
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Yo Tip, respect (hahhh, yeah)
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You Know What It Is
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| T.I. |
