Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Undertaker , by - T.I.. Release date: 25.03.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Grand hustle
Song language: English
Undertaker |
| I’m a pimp tight, nigga ridin clean after midnight, |
| Ready for the gun play, prepared for a fistfight, |
| Run up on your bitch and ask her what that pussy hit like? |
| At first she actin’funny, but in a minute I knew she’d get right, |
| Get down, got her fuckin’with another bitch now, |
| I’m king of all that I survey, remember this tip town, |
| And you aint ready pussy nigga better set it down, |
| We mag night and rock steady nigga spittin rounds, |
| Turn ur stomach to spaghetti when you hit the ground, |
| Toss the choppas in the chevy now we mashin down, |
| Campbellton, countin’all your benjamins and hamiltons, |
| As far as im concerned your just a job for the janitors, |
| Don’t disregard I’m a guard your an amature, |
| Hidin’behind your body guards and your manager, |
| I pimp hard through all the pages in the calender, |
| Bitch is Pimp Squad, its all action no cameras, |
| You know what it is, You know what it is, |
| You know what it is, You know what is is, |
| Shawty we bury niggaz, Shawty we bury niggaz, |
| Shawty we bury niggaz, Shawty we bury niggaz, … THE UNDERTAKER |
| You know what it is, You know what it is, |
| You know what it is, You know what is is, |
| Shawty we bury niggaz, Shawty we bury niggaz, |
| Shawty we bury niggaz, Shawty we bury niggaz, … THE UNDERTAKER |
| Yo, standin on the trap with me, mashin’me is best for me 1000 round magazine, my partner say no attackin’me |
| I’m A to the average B, respiratory ??, fruit chevy, H-IC, my lyrics hit like |
| HIV |
| Spray by me, state patrol, murder comes like day to me, |
| Bullets chip your l-I-p and dirty all your h-I-p's |
| Shout out to your homies where they’re feedin um through they IV, |
| From the westside where they say I be, |
| The way I be, the ruler of all I survery I be, |
| Laid back, Yay’s back, Triple Kiwi Maybach, |
| Weed match the benz, Cush triple kiwi’d 80 pack, |
| Old school baby crack, I’m tryin’to bring the 80's back, |
| Haitians give me hated crack, cuz my momma hated crack, |
| Til’we got evicted and I came through and done ate his ass, |
| Playa back, we rhyme we I live, I’m a zone 3 hustla niggaz know what it is, |
| May we all bow our heads, and pray for this nigga, |
| The undertakers comin any day for this nigga, |
| They hate um’in the hood, from the dreams he been sellin', |
| I read the paperwork and it seems you was tellin', |
| You know what it is, and you know who I’m talkin’bout, |
| When the feds came, I didn’t open up my mouth, |
| Waht you scared for ?, niggaz know you’ve been a hoe, |
| It was like homie, shit was all good just a week ago, |
| Get the goons ready start up your vehicle, |
| And shoot at any fuckin’car you ain’t seen before, |
| Pick up the shells, and we use an automatic, |
| They gave 50 years to my nigga lil’travis, |
| See I’m movin trap, and let um trip over the wires, |
| And then he’ll be layin', right by the preacher and the choir, |
| Catch um before I do, T.I. |
| go and handle your biz, |
| When you see me holler at me homie you know what it is … |