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Testo What They Do - T.I.

Testo della canzone What They Do (T.I.), tratta dall'album Urban Legend

Yo
You already know what it is pimp (ay, ay, ay)
T.I.P, king of the motherfuckin' South (B Gezzy let's do it homie)
Grand Hustle pimp (Choppa City in here)
Got my nigga Block in this bitch Eastside represent (yeah)
Westside Bankhead, nigga, Zone one A-town, nigga (ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
You know what it is Zone three Mechanicsville Summer Hill, nigga
Pittsburgh (KLC let's ride) all my real niggas ride y'all know what's happenin'
P and C, nigga
Hey, I could give you what you want, TIP's the hottest
Gain what ya need, I could tell you all about it
You could up in the streets, but it ain't no gettin' out it
When I tell you I'ma G, pimp, I'm really bein' modest
I could tell 'bout the dope boyz, hoes, and the ballers (ho)
The pimps and the macks, real niggas what they call us
Slangin' in the trap 'cause that's what our daddies' taught us
Put 30s on a Lac to a Benz on Brawlers
Standin' on the corner, slangin' crack and stackin' dollars
'Til it's time to cop a brick, and I'm tired of movin' quarters
My dad wasn't a doctor and my momma wasn't a lawyer
I ain't never had shit, congratulation is in order (still trappin')
Tryin' ta get a meal fo' my sons and my daughter
If I call a bad bitch wit' connections down in Florida
Say her daddy and her uncle still get it across the water
Rich or not, I'd be a motherfuckin' fool if I don't call her
Ah, what it is, my nigga, what it do? (Ay, what it do)
I gotta grip a twin, I'm finna buss a move (ah, buss a move)
Ah, what it is, my nigga, what it do? (Ay, what it do)
I got the tool and I'm finna cut a fool (ah, cut a fool)
Ay, what it do, what it do, what it do, ay, what it do
What it do, my nigga what it do, ay, what it do
Ay, what it do, what it do, what it do, ay, what it do
What it do, my nigga, what it do, ay, what it do
I'm a H-U-S-T-L-E-R (hustler)
If I don't know you then fuck ya
If I know you, then I front ya (proper)
But you 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 dollar, sell 'em ten dollar a pill
I know people, get ki's for 13
If I fuck witcha, ya get 'em for 16
I know people, get 'em 300 a pound
Give 'em to ya for 500 if you my round
I'ma hustler, holla at me Uptown
I'm well-connected with weed, white, slangin' dat brown
Come see a nigga, want a nice 16
You real we swap work, you fake it's 20 Gs
It's like that, I done been thru the struggle
I'm runnin' Choppa City an' fuckin' with Grand Hustle
Ah, what it is, my nigga, what it do? (Ay, what it do)
I gotta grip a twin, I'm finna buss a move (ah buss a move)
Ah, what it is, my nigga, what it do? (Ay, what it do)
I got the tool and I'm finna cut a fool (ah cut a fool)
Ay, what it do, what it do, what it do, ay, what it do
What it do, my nigga what it do, ay, what it do
Ay, what it do, what it do, what it do, ay, what it do
What it do, my nigga, what it do, ay, what it do
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
Or you can hear it from these niggas who was hardly there
Or take it from niggas who fought to make it a star to get here
Several years ago, I told myself I solemnly swear
Forever be hard to kill, even harder to scare
One reason why me and other cats is hard to compare
'Cause I'm fact, that's fiction, it hardly compares
Bein' hated part of the game, pimp it's hard, but it's fair
Well, I'ma be the best, hate me, see if I care
But just know I'm raisin' the bar, and I'm keepin' there
And I'ma still ride clean, blowin' 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 shuttin' down if the don appear
Ah, what it is, my nigga, what it do? (Ay, what it do)
I gotta grip a twin, I'm finna buss a move (ah buss a move)
Ah, what it is, my nigga, what it do? (Ay, what it do)
I got the tool, and I'm finna cut a fool (ah, cut a fool)
Ay, ay, what it do, what it do, what it do, ay, what it do
What it do, my nigga, what it do, ay, what it do
Ay, what it do, what it do, what it do, ay, what it do
What it do, my nigga, what it do, ay, what it do, ay



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Writer(s): Clifford Harris, Craig Lawson, Christopher Dorsey
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