[Hook - T.I.:]
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Hut one, Hut two two
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Ready set go
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Make these niggas get right
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Or get low
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Hut one, hut two two
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Ready set go
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Make these niggas get right
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Or get low
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Get low, get low or get right right
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Holla killer kill for the villa Big Mike Big Mike
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Get low get low or get right right
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Holla killer kill for the villa Big Mike Big Mike
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[Verse 1 - Killer Mike:]
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I know these streets bout tired of this weak shit
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Your style been ran through like a freak bitch
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The pussy club got you angered with your frequent
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Ed Hardy ass nigga and ya sequins
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Might as well shop at Victoria Secret
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Have 'em gift wrap you some "I love Pink" shit
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Rent due and y'all niggas delinquent
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You better find another nigga to link with
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Cause the nigga you link with is a lie fool
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I used to bully that monkey nigga in high school
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Sit at the lunch table, steal and eat his damn food
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The pretty girls, they say, Michael a damn fool
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I get my work on, and get my flirt on
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I say fuck 'em he a pussy put a skirt on 'em
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I say fuck 'em he a pussy put a skirt on 'em
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[Hook - T.I.]
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[Verse 2 - Big Boi:]
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Nigga, how it's gonna bet bigger?
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With that nigga the B-I-G and the microphone killer
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Jack The Ripper all thriller, no filler
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'Less I'm filling your broad up with nigga
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I drill her while you finger prick her
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That means she barely feel a thang when you hit her
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Boy, drop this thangs like a sabre-tooth tigger, or tiger
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The prehistoric rap writer
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And I'm a keep my foot on the neck on all these non-rhyming sack biters
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The golden arm Johnny Unitas rap titan
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Boy, your life is like Sterling silver it needs a little shining
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Steadily styling on you suckas like a hairdo
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Beauty parlor rapping-ass niggas, we say, "how dare you? "
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I can't stand you
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You making the game soft like a?
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I'm blowing this bitch down like I'm Hurrican Andrew
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It's Dungeon Family and my man's too
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Grind Time/Grand Hustle, fucker we will drag you
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[Hook - T.I.]
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[Verse 3 - Killer Mike:]
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I'm the product, of the age of narcotta
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Which means I'm dope like the pills you swallow
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Down by law I lead don't follow
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Grind time, grand hustling for gualla
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I remain in the game to break lames off
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Some of them sensitive and some too soft
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The hood been forced to fuck with y'all by default
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But now the truth here the bullshit cuts off
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This is real homie, no fake, no filler
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One hundred percent grade A killer
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Something like the bitch that I keep in Villa Rica
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But I'm a be quiet 'cause they might Mike Vick ya
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Might catch Mike with a light Mike Vicka
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Some purple kush that'll get me high like a missile
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Smoking one deep homie cause I don't fuck with you
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Sincerely from the hustle and grind time official
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[T.I.:]
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Let's go let's go
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Grand hustle
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Money on our mind
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And we ain't going down sucker
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And Grind time, Hut two and Grand Hustle
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Send them here got them looking like the king bankhead sucker
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[Hook - T.I.]
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Ready Set Go (Remix)
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Killer Mike |