Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song You Know What It Is , by - T.I.. Release date: 08.09.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
You Know What It Is |
| Aye, boy, don’t spill my drink, boy, pull it |
| Now listen, everybody report to the bloodclot dance floor |
| You love the beat, boy, you know what it is |
| Yo, T.I.P., talk to them, bloodclot |
| I’m a real nigga, homie, show six figga’s on me |
| I got a pistol, you don’t want it but you know what it is |
| Aye, I’m way flyer, my pay is way higher |
| If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is |
| About that drama, you don’t want no problems |
| I love that llama but you know what it is |
| Aye, I get money, all I count is big money |
| Because all she get from me, boy, you know what it is |
| Yo, T.I.P., let them little rock boys know how you livin' |
| The wait is over, here we go again, I’m back in the plate |
| Gon' sell another couple mill and take it back to the A |
| Gon' take that other couple mill and put it back in the safe |
| Find cash for the crew up only back in the lake |
| I’m up in cruises two steppin' with the gat in the waist |
| T.I. |
| ain’t in the streets no more, that what they say |
| Don’t even try it when you sayin', boy, you have to be great |
| You can trust to hit ya in ya face your peeps will have to replace |
| That’s if you like it nigga and trust me it wont hurt me to take |
| A hundred thousand to them Haitians, you’ll be murdered today |
| I’m a real nigga, homie, show six figga’s on me |
| I got a pistol, you don’t want it but you know what it is |
| Aye, I’m way flyer, my pay is way higher |
| If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is |
| About that drama, you don’t want no problems |
| I love that llama but you know what it is |
| Aye, I get money, all I count is big money |
| Because all she get from me, boy, you know what it is |
| Yo, T.I.P, some boy wanna play our hit |
| Let 'em know who the king of the South is |
| Talk to them |
| Women sweatin' when they see me, I’m apparently hot |
| Had the album of the year, nigga, Grammy or not |
| Remember, all day I used to stand in the spot |
| With 2 revolvers in my pocket pitchin', handlin' rocks |
| Right now, judge tappin', there ain’t a car I ain’t got |
| I’m the number one customer at my own car lot |
| If you wanna know how much I makin' just imagine a lot |
| Even though I pro’lly gettin' more than you’d imagine I got |
| Listen close, I need to know if you understand me or not |
| If ya disrespectin' me you and your man will get shot |
| I’m a real nigga, homie, show six figga’s on me |
| I got a pistol, you don’t want it but you know what it is |
| Aye, I’m way flyer, my pay is way higher |
| If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is |
| About that drama, you don’t want no problems |
| I love that llama but you know what it is |
| Aye, I get money, all I count is big money |
| Because all she get from me, boy, you know what it is |
| Went from the king of the south to the king of the states |
| Ridin' in a car you probably never seen in the states |
| No idea how much yay I can bring in the States |
| Hey, you could get a hundred of 'em for a million today |
| Frank Lucas ain’t the only one who made a million a day |
| But it’s the American gangster right here in ya face |
| And you don’t wanna see P$C on the scene with AK |
| You think you running a private, that ain’t even the case |
| And just because you get away, that don’t mean its okay |
| You a dead man walking and I mean it, okay |
| I’m a real nigga, homie, show six figga’s on me |
| I got a pistol, you don’t want it but you know what it is |
| Aye, I’m way flyer, my pay is way higher |
| If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is |
| About that drama, you don’t want no problems |
| I love that llama but you know what it is |
| Aye, I get money, all I count is big money |
| Because all she get from me, boy, you know what it is |
| Some of dem boys want to talk what dey have done |
| They guns sound like popcorn |