[Chorus: T.I.]
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Ey, what's haapnin'? (what it is you all)
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All you haters, can get at me (Center Hill, {?} what it do)
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'Cause I hear you, and am watchin' (Church Creek, South Grand stand up)
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But am serious (it's the king bitch, yeah)
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Haters, so all I got to say is WHAT UP!? (here we go)
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What's haapnin'? (what's haapnin' baby?)
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All you haters (HEY! I know you had a good time didn't you)
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'Cause I hear you, and am watchin'
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But I'm still here, I ain't stoppin'
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So what up, what's haapnin'?
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All you haters, Can get at me
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'Cause I hear you, and am watchin'
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But am serious
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Haters, so all I got to say is WHAT UP!?
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[Verse 1: T.I.]
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What it is bruh, what it do man,
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Still the man from Japan to the blue flame (that right)
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Still hit the door and make it rain with the loose change
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I bet that what he get a show, now that's a damn shame (hahahaha)
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I get that what he hatin' for, boy you so damn lame
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You click the same, a just a buncha walkin' shit stains (click finish)
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Disgrace the A, gave the city such a bad name
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You way back in my rear view mirror, I'm in the fast lane
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But still I hear you loud and clear on you little song
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Go on get you dissin' on while the king gone
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Your self-esteem gone, 'cause I'm back now
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Let's see if we can't teach these niggas how to act now
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You're kissin' at them, you're jumpin' bad now
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I check you ass then, I shut you ass down
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And I deliver front and center never back down
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Who get the last laugh now sucker nigga?
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2: T.I.]
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I got a front street swag and a side street hustle
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Center Hill, Cedar Ave, that's where I be sucker
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South Grand church street, first with the work
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We can get into commercial if you need some chirp me
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Hey, what I care 'bout who you askin' saying they ain't heard of me
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I'm certified certainly your videos ain't hurtin' me (uh-uh)
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I still ride with the windows rolled down
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All around the A-town
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Like it's fina' go down
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If there was ever any questions niggas fina' know now
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Won't retire ma thorn, nor surrender no crown
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I never bow down and never say "got"
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Ms. "to whom it may concern" and whosoever may try
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I'm forever west-side and the feather-weight guy
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Tell 'em take they best shot
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Go on get yourself high
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'Cause I yelled "Bankhead" and you felt left out
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I ain't mentioned your name, is that what all this 'bout?
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: T.I.]
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From summer hill to the hill up him Hollywood (okay)
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A house full, gettin' to it, you know how we do it
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Yeah we smoke great (great) and we drink good (good)
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Then we ball hard, just like G's should
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Buy what we want, drive what we want
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G4 up up and away, we go, we fly where we want
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Haters smile like they like me but they really don't
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Wish they could just wish me away that what they really want
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"I really hate his ass", "I don't like him either"
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"We'll do a song together maybe then we can beat him"
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"Somehow he must be stopped", "Somethin' must be done"
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"If we can't knock him off, let's just try him when he get caught with guns"
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"And if he really done, and we really won"
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"Anymore ideas? Suggestions anyone?"
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"How 'bout we stay up all night on the blog sites"
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"Spread vicious lies and nasty rumors we could all write"
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But that's alright, let the nerds hate
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'Cause in my face though the words get ate
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Hating's hard work, but I just bounce back
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'cause God work tell all the haters am back!
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[Chorus]
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What Up, What's Haapnin'
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| T.I. |
