We represent it to the fullest
Keep it gangsta mang
You know them n***as from the dirty
Do them gangsta thangs
Hoes love it when I pull up in my big ol' truck
They smokin good
With that crocodile touchin they bu*t
Call it what'chu want
I do it with the best
Spit it how I live it
Fat Boy, he dange-ress
Watch what'cha say
My squad don't play
My hood like Viagra
Make you hard all day
Don't talk about it, be
About it like a G
I pop it like a Ruger
Semi-automatically
Ya girlfriend love it
She tell me when I see her
She hate'chu like you hate me
I rock it like Aaliyah
Back and forth, up and down
Harder, and deeper
She hit me on my cell-phone, e-mail and beeper
A regular n***a with makin money on my mind
A young street hustla
Always on the grind
See me when ya see me
Never know when I be pullin up
Four-door, foreign, or big rims on American truck
That's me with the clouds comin out the roof
On the street or in the booth, yo
Grand Hustle!
T.I.P!
Let's go!
Ohhh!
Aye n***a
Call it what'chu want
I give it to ya real
Spit it how I live it pimp
It is what it is
They can't kick it where I kick it
They ain't live how I live
Ain't just another run of the mill rapper with a deal
Wanna push my bu*tons?
Tryin'a test my limits?
Been in shoot-outs
But thanks to my vest, I'm livin
All these so called villains
Who act like women
Really make me sick
Don't make me stick this
Fourty-fo' desert and elope yo slip
Un-load this clip
Til' the gun go "click! "
n***as wanna try Tip
I'm a do him like this
Paint a picture, draw a Chopper
And erase his clique
Send some n***as to ya house
That'cha didn't invite
Do some thangs to ya wife
That'll damage ya life
I don't think you can imagine
What that's bout to be like
Instead of b**hin all the time
Ya should be tryin to do right
Put a slug in ya mug
Make ya piss in ya shorts
Have ya mama at the wake
Cryin, kissin ya corpse
Yeah, I know the ice is shining
I'm a glisten, of course
And y'all n***as still whining
Like some b**hes and who*es
I ain't gon' stop grindin
Until I see my pitch and fork
No, I'm a be richer than you
My pops was richer than yours
It's extradition
I know y'all n***as wishin me dead
But I keep it pimpin instead
Get this sh** in ya head
Call it what'chu want
Well, I'm pullin up in a big ol' truck
I looked in my rear-view, I saw a big ol' bu*t (Daaamn!)
I'm like "Hey Ms. Parker, when you gon' let me f**!? "
She said "When you put some 23's on ya truck"
So I flipped me a brick in a couple of days
I hit the mall for throw-backs and couple of Jay's
And don't jack!
Cause you will catch a couple of strays
Cause me, Ball, and T.I.
Pack a couple of K's
Cause we some gangstas
And you a motherf**in wa*ksta
Get out-of-line and I'm a have to come shank ya
Cause I'm "Trill" with' a "Pocket Full of Stones"
You know I'm ridin dirty
Talkin' on my Sprint phone
My paint dubbed two-tone
I'm sittin on Lorenz'
Cause down in Texas
We roll twenty-twen' twens
And we, bang Screw (Bang Screw)
And sip that purple
n***a, we straight from the streets
You too commercial, n***a
Call it what'chu want