What They Do

(Talking)

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...

[T.I]

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

(chorus)

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

[BG]

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

(chorus)

[T.I]

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

(chorus)