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    T.I. »

    T.I. What They Do текст песни

    What They Do

    Yeah..Yeah..Ya’ll already know what it is, pimp
    T.I.P., king of the motherfuckin south
    BGizzzy, lets do it homie
    Grand Hustle, pimp, Chopper City in here
    Got my nigga Blok, in this bitch
    Eastside represent….Westside Bankhead nigga, it is on, what
    A-town nigga, you know what it is, on through Mechanicville
    Snow Hill nigga, Pittsburgh, all my real niggas ride out with me
    Ya’ll know what’s happening, PSC nigga…

    I can give you what you want (want), T.I.P. the hottest (hottest)
    Game withcha ya need, I can tell ya all about it
    You can come up in the streets, but it ain’t no gettin out it
    When I tell ya I’m a "G", pimp, I’m really being modest
    I can tell ya bout the dope boyz, hoes, and the ballers
    The pimps and the macks, real niggas wouldn’t call us
    Hanging in the traps, cause that’s what our daddy taught us
    From 30′s on the ‘lac, to a benz on broddas
    Standin’ on the corners, slingin crack and stacking dollars
    Til it’s time to cop a brick, and I’m tired of moving quarters
    My daddy won’t a doctor and my momma won’t a lawyer
    I ain’t never had shit, congradulations is in order
    Tryin to get a mill for my sons and my daughters
    If I caught a bad bitch with connections down in Florida
    Said her daddy and her uncle, still gettin cross the water
    I’m richer now, I’d be a motherfuckin fool, if I don’t call her

    What it is my nigga, what it do (what it do)
    I got a brick or two, I’m finna to buss a move (buss a move)
    What it is my nigga, what it do (what it do)
    I got a tool and I’m finna cut the fool
    What it do, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do
    My nigga, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do
    What it do, what it do my nigga, what it do

    I’m a H-U-S-T-L-E-R
    If I don’t know you, then fuck ya, If I know ya, I front ya (Propper)
    But ya gotta break me off, you don’t, I catch ya slippin on the block
    And knock you off
    I know people, I get nice deals
    Get’em five dollars, sell’em ten dollars a pill
    I know people, get ki’s for thirteen
    If I fuck with ya, then get’em for sixteen
    I know people, get’em three hundred a pound
    Give’em to ya for five hundred if you my round
    I’m a hustler, holla at me uptowm
    I’m well connected with weed, white, tan and brown
    Come see a nigga, want a nice sixteen
    You real, we swap work, you fake, it’s twenty g’s
    It’s like that, I dun been through the struggle
    I’m running Chopper City, and fucking with Grand Hustle


    I got the..eye of a tiger, and the heart of a bear
    I’m the king of the jungle you can follow me there
    Now you can…hear it from these niggas, who hardly was there
    Or take it from niggas, who fought, and make it a scar to get here
    Several years ago, I told myself that I solemnly swear
    Forever be hard to kill, even harder to scare
    One reason why me and the other cats is hard to compare
    Cause I’m fact, that’s fiction, it hardly compares
    Being hated, part of the game,yes it’s hard but it’s fair
    Well I’ma be the best hating nigga, see if I care
    But just know, I’m raising the bar and I’m keeping it there
    And I’ma still ride clean, throwing weed in the air
    With two or three bad bitches, got they feet in the air
    Say they like when I smack on they ass, and skeet in they hair
    Listen…I don’t care if you got the song of the year
    Ya whole show shut down, if the "Don" appears


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