T.I. - What They Do Lyrics

(Talking)

Yeah, Yeah, Ya'll already know what it is, pimp
T.I.P., king of the motherf**kin south
BGizzzy, lets do it homie
Grand Hustle, pimp, Chopper City in here
Got my n**** Blok, in this b****
Eastside represent....Westside Bankhead n****, it is on, what
A-town n****, you know what it is, on through Mechanicville
Snow Hill n****, Pittsburgh, all my real n****s ride out with me

Ya'll know what's happening, PSC n****

(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, h**s, and the ballers
The pimps and the macks, real n****s 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 b**** with connections down in Florida

Said her daddy and her uncle, still getting' cross the water
I'm richer now, I'd be a motherf**kin fool, if I don't call her

Chorus

What it is my n****, 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 n****, 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 n****, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do

What it do, what it do my n****, 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 n****, 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 n****s, who hardly was there

Or take it from n****s, 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 n****, 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 b****es, 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

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